Title: Too Close
Author: impala_princess
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Spoilers for 1x02.
Genre: Romance (Mcbeth)
Summary: It was worse now. Now she was too close. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, sadly. If I was owner, that shower scene would have gone MUCH differently.

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His face had long since returned to normal, and it was human, fearful eyes that met the blonde sitting atop him. Mick could feel her everywhere; could taste her blood on his tongue. A flash of desire swept through his body, causing him to buck his hips into the supple flesh above him. A breathy gasp was what he earned for his actions. Which seemed to pull him out of his pleasured state. This was Beth. Who had a boyfriend. She was too close.

“You need to…” He pushed her body off of his, his cold hands grazing the skin of her hip as he did. The touch caused him to drop his gaze to her neck. The proof that he had went too far. “Beth, I can’t. I’m a…” When his gaze met her’s, he was met with confusion and the deep-seated desire he’d known to be reflected in his moments earlier. How could he have let this get so out of control? He needed to gain calm over the situation. For it to return to the best state of normal it could.

The moment was charged with forbidden elements, ones that Mick wanted desperately to escape from. She was a stubborn woman. Someone who could match his defenses and eventually tear them down. He had to make her see him as he really was. A monster. Someone who killed. Drank blood. He had to make her leave. And still, he couldn’t help but watch as though mesmerized, at the way she moved. She was standing not three feet from him, her hand slowly raising to the mark on her throat. As she touched the proof of what had transpired between them, he watched as a shudder ran through her body. Closing his eyes tightly, he took a deep, unneeded breath.

“Mick.” A simple statement. But, one so powerful, it had him opening his eyes. Her own eyes were half-lidded with the loss of blood and something else he didn’t want to delve deeper into. Her head was tilted in the way it always was when she was thinking deeply about something. He willed his eyes to stay trained on her own and nowhere else. Anywhere else would be the ending of the weak resolve he was holding onto. Her arm was bent at the elbow, her hand reached out to him, palm upturned. Her fingers were coated with blood; her blood. His gaze dropped to her slender fingers without thinking, staring at the elixir he had just, moments before, tasted.

Her body moving swam in his vision, making him take notice that she was walking closer to him. Alarm bells rang inside his head, but were drowned out by the blood running through his veins; HER blood running through his veins. Beth was standing but inches from him now, her hand held up in front of his face. “Mick.” There it was again. So simply she spoke, but it was like the most powerful hypnosis he had ever underwent. He tried not to listen to the beat of her heart, slamming against her ribcage; tried not to smell her blood; her arousal. The last was the strongest and he suppressed a shudder for knowing he was the cause of it.

He started when he felt her finger running over his bottom lip. His eyes snapped up to her own, seeing the want, the almost need, to have more. She didn’t know what she was doing. The taste of her blood filled his mouth once more and he realized that she was running her finger, the one that had touched the mark, over his lip. Moist, pink tongue swiped along his lip without thinking, touching her finger as well. Another small gasp escaped her lips, ghosting over his collarbone. She was too close to him. He wouldn’t be able to push her away if she didn’t stop.

Almost sighing with relief, Mick closed his eyes briefly, when her finger left his mouth. ‘Come on, St. John. Make up some excuse about needing to heal or something. Anything to make her leave. She doesn’t know. She can’t know.’ His breath expelled harshly from his lungs when he felt her hand at his waist, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. Hearing more than feeling it being tugged from his pants, his eyes took on a wild look, as he gazed into her determined ones. Why was she doing this? Couldn’t she see that he wasn’t right for her? That this couldn’t work out? Her warm hands found the skin of his back, causing a rough groan to push past his throat and out into the air around them. A needy sound. Like he hadn’t been touched that way in decades.

Her hands were everywhere,; tracing his spine with the tips of her fingers, pressing her palms flat on his shoulder blades, dipping her finger in the waistband of his pants. Mick jerked forward at the sudden contact, pressing his body into her’s. He hissed through clenched teeth, as his muscular chest touched her breasts; his supernatural abilities letting him feel her nipples tighten. Feeling his fangs extend, Mick turned his face away from Beth. She’d already seen him like this once; out of control. He wouldn’t let it happen again. Because if she looked into his eyes right now, he knew she would be looking into an icy glaze of abnormality. Something that wasn’t supposed to exist, but did.

Tiny, petite hands tightened on the small of his back, almost making sure to leave some kind of mark on his body. Even if it was in half-moon indents. The beating in her ribcage was powerful. Overwhelming. Until now, he had been so focused on himself. Now, with her body; her veins pumping the blood that made his own boil so close to him, he could hear everything. He could feel everything about her. The way her breath hitched on the intake slightly from the excitement coursing through her. The way she smelled of light flowers and vanilla. He was far too close. He needed to get away. Distance. He needed distance.

It was like he couldn’t move. As much as he wanted to. As badly as he wanted to tear himself away from the woman standing in front of him, removing a hand from inside his shirt, he couldn’t. Because, as badly as he wanted to move, he wanted so much more to stay where he was, so succumb to Beth Turner. To tell her everything that had ever happened to him. All his secrets and likes. His favorites and fears. He wanted to be able to laugh with her and lay in bed with her, wrapped up in love and sweaty sheets. At this precise moment, Mick wanted Beth to be his home. Something he had been without for sixty years.

This woman; this human woman had so much power over him and he was unable to stop it in every way. His eyes, supernatural and aroused, watched her gaze at him, fearless and curious. It was like she had been given an intricate toy without the instruction manual. And the man inside Mick St. John was encouraging her to press every button and pull every lever. She raised her arm, the one she had removed from the skin of his back and brought it up between them. Closing his eyes at the scent, he knew it was the one that had touched the mark, his mark, before.

Delicate fingers touched the hollow of his throat; the very same place he had sank his teeth into her. He moaned lightly, unable to stop the noise from escaping his mouth, his eyes continuing to watch her own. She was watching her fingers move over his golden skin. If he wasn’t trying so hard not to take her right at the moment, he would have found the fact that he had golden skin all-too-ironic. As such, he was busy holding back the noises threatening to escape his throat and the monster inside of him telling to take her. Hard and now. She had proved she was allowable. She had given herself over once. She would do it again.

When pressure was applied to the very spot that had turned himself into what he was, he cried out hoarsely and his eyes widened. Faster than before, his arms were grasping her to him, pulling her fully into him; aligning them hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder. Beth’s warm breath coasted over his neck, causing rivulets of shivers to run through his strong body. Her eyes were looking into his and he felt himself dipping down to capture the lips of the woman who had riddled him nothing without her. Her heartbeat, he heard, was thumping wildly in her chest; he could smell the anticipation on her. He fleetingly hoped that she could smell the same on him.

Those little hitches in her breath drew him closer to her lips. This close to her mouth, he could smell the apple pie she’d had before he had picked her up to go the warehouse; could smell the gum she had been chewing. He wondered if she’d taste the same. As his bottom lip brushed her top one, he heard it. A buzzing. Beth jumped away from him, as she scrambled for her pocket. Mick screwed his eyes shut, tightly, stepping farther back from her. That was too close. What was he thinking? His labored breathing could not block out the words, “Josh” and “love you, too”. However meaningless the last words sounded. “I, um…that was-” Mick ran a hand through his hair, shakily.

“Um, it’s okay. I gotta…” He turned around and started a walk up the stairs of his place. “You can let yourself out, right?” Disappearing from sight, Mick leaned heavily against the wall. He could still feel her there. Could still hear the blood running rapidly through her bloodstream. And even as she exited through the door, he knew he would never be able to stop feeling her now. Not after this.

Tags: fanfic, micbeth, moonlight