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Elijah

He'd hesitated, but he'd actually, eventually, bucked up and called Elijah to see if there was any news about the cave. He wasn't sure why, except that it seemed like such a nice, relatively non-threatening distraction.

Better than alcohol and vampire slaying, anyway.

Then he'd invited Elijah over to his place for a drink and to update him, before maybe (hopefully) going out and getting Elijah in there to look around. He understood that even less. Except... Elijah's company had been really, really easy. Kind of weird! But easy.

He missed easy.

Not that kind of easy. Just... close to comfortable, and pleasant.

He met Elijah with the door, handed him a glass of bourbon and stepped back to let him in.

"Any luck?" he asked, as he gestured Elijah toward the living room.

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Ric looked a little surprised when Elijah turned over to face him, then slowly smiled. He was still so, so confused, but riding high on having the touch and accomplishment and given something back and just the orgasm that it didn't seem to matter a lot. "Here's to good interludes, then...." Something good coming out of grief and confusion seemed right, somehow. "You feeling better?"

Elijah smiled back at him, fingers ghosting up from Ric's chest to cradle at the side of his neck. His thumb stroked slowly over Ric's skin and nodded a little bit. "I am. Thank you..."

He hadn't really thought it was possible a couple of hours ago. Even just focusing on Ric had really helped, though.

Ric physically reacted, just a little, to the hand coming back up to his throat. It made his breath catch, and his pulse skip a beat, something a little wary flicker in his eyes, but it was all only there for a split second. It didn't even make him stop smiling. Just... physical memory. Apparently necks were good handholds, or something.

"Probably going to make myself sound like a stereotype... But I think everyone needs that, sometimes." Though he was still being awfully affectionate with Elijah. Which was not unrelated to sex, actually. It might even be most of what he was talking about. Maybe.

Elijah's fingers were gentle on Ric's throat, not pulling back sharply even when he felt the catch and skip. Ric relaxed, and Elijah kept stroking lightly, fingers moving back around to massage the back of Ric's neck idly. He couldn't help wanting to touch him there, so if this was going to continue, he wanted Ric used to it, finding good associations for it.

Of course, it very well might not continue, but. If it did...so, he didn't stop touching, just smiled a little back, and enjoyed the affection.

"Not a stereotype," Elijah said quietly. "I think you're probably quite right. And it's something I forget fairly often."

Ric would work through it, in time, and Elijah carrying on was both the exactly right way to make that happen, and the best thing he could do for Ric's pride. It let him have the reaction, and move on from it at his own pace, rather than trying to choke it back or force it through, too fast. It was literally perfect for him.

He brushed his thumb across Elijah's cheekbone, definitely affectionate and, fuck, he didn't know if it was going to happen again, but... He hoped so. This was the most relaxed, clear, and focused he'd been in too long. Elijah had given back at least as much as he'd gotten, probably more. That alone formed a connection, for Ric. Not quite gratitude, or anything that simple or insulting, just - affection and maybe the start of understanding.

"How long did you forget, this time?"

Elijah kept touching, would probably keep it up as long as Ric did, reluctant to pull away from the warmth and connection underneath his skin. The question tugged a wry smile to his lips.

"A while."

Embarrassing to admit just how long.

"That may be why I decided you were... asexual." he said, with a gentle smile. He had no intention of stopping, yet. He was almost afraid of letting the moment end and going back to... reality, really. He sighed, softly. "You were being effectively celibate."

"Probably," Elijah said, with a wry smile. "It hasn't really been a priority in a while." He'd had a family to avenge, he thought, and now, one to try and fix. Sex...wasn't something that had been really even much on his radar. He'd been angry--he hadn't hunted in the more pleasant, but the more vicious ways.

"I think you might have managed to scare even me off, if it had been a priority...." Ironically, he could imagine all the predatory nature channeled toward sex and it was. Sort of terrifying.

Elijah smirked, just a bit. "Well, now you've gone and reminded me of the benefits..."

A question in there, maybe, implicit, about a one time thing or something that might be repeated, with his own...indication of willingness to do it again, sometime. But also a bit teasing.

Ric suspected that if he allowed this to become a regular thing, he was very quickly going to end up over his head. Not that it mattered to him. He'd rather be drowning and floundering in this, than in grief and anger, and despair. He also liked the idea of being able to give that back to Elijah. Hell, he just liked Elijah.

"Now that you've been reminded, I hope it doesn't take you a 'while' to do it again." Unsteady, heart racing a little, but not at all unhappy.

Elijah watched him carefully, reading the heartbeat and the warmth still in his eyes, and smiling a little bit more. When he leaned in to kiss Ric, it might have been a touch tentative, still, but it was warm and real, at the same time.

"I don't think you have to worry about that..."

Ric met the kiss with warmth and affection, and a sense of relief, almost. He even sighed, just a bit and very briefly. "I'm not worried.... But I'm glad." He kept his eyes closed and actually curled much, much tighter in around Elijah, close as he could be and holding on tightly.

If Elijah was a little surprised by the continued affection, even more so by the holding on, still, he didn't show. He wasn't, at all, adverse to it, after all. Shifting a bit so he could settle more closely against Ric, he wrapped his arms around him more snugly.

"Good," he murmured. "That makes things less awkward..." If Ric had been not-glad, that would have been not-good, after all.

"I suppose that depends on how tenacious you are, and how much you actually wanted things to continue...." He relaxed a bit with a shudder when Elijah tightened his grip. Like that was reassurance he needed that Elijah was staying, or maybe just what he'd needed.

"I suppose it would," he said, nuzzling at Ric's jaw. "Though I can't say that I make it much of a habit to pursue people who don't want to be pursued..."

Those who needed wooing, but were receptive? Yes. People who didn't have any interest at all? Why bother

Ric barely reacted to the mouth at his jaw, this time. Because he was tired enough not to have adrenaline left, or because he was starting to learn, was still up in the air. "I can't say I make a habit of running away from things, wanted or not. I'm just less likely to snarl in your face, now." He was very near the edge of tears. Not the conversation, but the response to closeness and realization of... something. Like warming up, and waking up, was thawing out all the suppressed crap.

"That's a good thing, too," Elijah said softly, still nuzzling, just enjoying the scent of him, and then, and because it was the closest skin. Did he want to bite, to taste? Of course. But he had more control than that. "Far more pleasant things to do with your mouth than snarl...."

He could hear the emotion in Ric's voice, and his fingers ghosted lightly over his skin, soothing, but not judging either. He wasn't going to be put off by tears--Ric had let him have his in the cave.

Ric almost wished Elijah would bite. It would give him a way to pull himself back under control.

He laughed at Elijah's remark, and that little snort of laughter turned into a sob. Elijah had been quiet and contained even in crying, but Ric? No. Not once the damn burst. It wasn't anything gradual once he started feeling loss and grief, and it wasn't contained, controlled, or anything but sloppy, loud, dramatic and close to violent. Not him being violent, just the release of emotion.

He didn't cry, he fucked bawled, and sobbed, and actually shook. There was a lot of pent up emotion there, waiting to drive him crazy, that all came out at once.

Elijah wasn't surprised when the storm broke. It probably had been a long time coming. God knew his had been, and he hadn't even fully let go.

He shifted to wrap his arms more firmly around Ric, holding him tight, while his hand kept drifting slowly over his hair, down his spine, back up--just soft, soothing motions that did nothing to try and stop the tears.

Ric tried to stop the tears a couple of times, and failed miserably. He kept crying until he was wrung entirely out, and had exhausted the tears and himself. He was left feeling oddly hollow and light, even with a pounding head and burning throat.

He didn't look up, didn't speak, just eventually wound down to quiet and limp. And, well, embarrassed.

Elijah held him thought it all, not moving even when the storm seemed to have passed. He nuzzled his temple as Ric calmed, then shifted away. "I'll be right back..."

And he was, even though he didn't blur off--just moved swiftly, giving Ric a moment or two to collect himself, but not long enough to brood.

When he got back, he curled back up close and pressed a tall glass of water and two aspirin in Ric's hand.

The time to regain some composure and start to sit up was a good thing. Got his head up, and the very start of clearing it. Certainly made him uncurl, and it was honestly as appreciated as the aspirin, but not quite as much as the water. He took the aspirin with half the glass of water, then kept drinking until he'd finished it all.

"Thanks...." For more than the water. "Talk about ridiculous reactions to getting laid." He was wry, didn't mean it and once the water was done he did curl back up, back around Elijah. Heavily, and a little... limp, all around.

"You're welcome," Elijah murmured as his arms slid back around him, and he dropped a kiss to his shoulder.he chuckled a little at the comment, and the kiss became another nuzzle. "I've seen worse."

He should not be surprised by how easily affectionate Elijah was, once he'd started, but some part of Ric was, a little. Most of him was just glad. "I don't suppose I can convince you to tell me about it, so I can stop feeling ridiculous...." He was almost slurring, though, he was so completely relaxed and drained. Not tired, per se, or at least not sleepy. Just bone deep... exhaustion and a sort of emptiness.

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