The devil may smile with an angel's face

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After the conversation with Edward, Thomas stayed in his room and let his mind wander, let the Hunger guide his thoughts through a maze of possibilities. He tried to ignore how the exercise, even the planning, was a rush, how it made the blood rush through his veins. Between his fingers, he toyed with a business card, once in a while rereading the short message, conjuring up in his mind the slender, redhead with emerald eyes. She was a lot of things, but she was human, and had a human's vulnerabilities. But it was too soon. Too soon to attack that particular pawn.

It was going to take some thinking on. But fortunately for him, his night was wide open.

((Tag Alice))

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Thomas was even better once he knew you is what Alice figured. And if he ever really wanted to torture her he'd know exactly how and she didn't honestly know how she'd stop him, 'cause she'd probably be too busy wanting him to. It wasn't just the pain misting away like it'd never existed, or the practiced twist of his fingers pressing into her and against her exactly right. It wasn't even all the real affection she had for him. Thomas was just always going to make her lose her head a little, anytime he liked, and Alice was pretty ok with having signed up for that kind of heat.

She couldn't even get out the plan she had for getting to his bed right now, which would've been cute and all when she hauled him there, except she couldn't. She was already past breathy laughter and as much as she wanted to draw out this toe-curling pleasure and the warmth of his skin, this beautiful spinning alone in her head without noise or pain, her hands were kind of moving to undo his jeans without her explicit permission and she didn't really have the will to stop them.

There was a lot to be said for desperation she guessed; Thomas seemed to drive her to it without a whole lot of trying even when she wanted to float there for ages. A hand snaked past his undone jeans to stroke the same kind of desperation into him, 'cause it was so much better when they went together.

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Between Vlad and Alice, Thomas was becoming very convinced of the importance of practice. Even with the Hunger on his lips and fingers, tasting desire and leaving aching want with every touch, he gasped in surprise at the touch of Alice's hand, cool and skilled, against him.

His free hand moved to swat at hers, but then her hand ran right along a nerve, sending a jolt of pleasure straight up his spine. If his own fingers dug a little deeper into her, moved a little faster in response, it couldn't be helped. Thomas could only choke out a moan as the hand that had been about to swat at Alice's moved around her waist to slide up her back, undoing the hook of her bra only so that it wouldn't be in the way of all that lovely soft skin.

She was far too coherent, judging by her hand on him, and Thomas withdrew, easing Alice up on the counter slightly so he could ease the last scrap of cloth she was wearing off her hips and onto the small pile of lace on the floor. He kissed her again with a little hint of desperation, his hands running over her curves, thumbs running lightly over her breasts.

Feeding and playing became instinctive, and for the moment all Thomas wanted was to sink into her, to feel Alice's legs wrap around him. When he spoke again, his voice was breathless, wanting. "Please."

There was a certain pleasure in begging.

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All these soft touches were driving her so completely insane she didn't hear him at first, hard as it was to focus on what she was trying to do, but there was a shock of pleasure when she did, and Alice's movements slowed.

For a second she wondered if her visions had come back even a little, 'cause she was sure she'd seen this, pressed panting against tiling and being begged for, but there was a difference between idle fantasy and visions and she'd have gone way crazier if she hadn't learned that difference a long time ago. Still it was kind of a nice bonus, fantasy or not, to go along with all the quick hitches of breath and the waves of need getting harder and harder to keep quiet. Not to mention the whole begging thing which almost ended it right there.

Alice was quick and strong and she knew this fantastic body she was pressing against pretty well, so it didn't take long to go from splayed against the counter to wrapping herself around him, legs brushing the small of his back and pulling him sharply forward to sink into her, and whatever moans and whimpers Alice couldn't keep to herself got muffled by Thomas' chest and everywhere else her mouth could reach, fevered and gasping and exactly the right kind of needy.

You could beg without actually begging was what she figured. She did it with Thomas all the time.

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There had been plans. Thomas distinctly recalled making said plans while taking Alice's stockings off. There had been a plan to move them back to an actual bed, for example, but when Alice's legs wrapped around him, pulled him into her with a chorus of needy whimpers, those plans became a lot less important. His arms wrapped around Alice's slight frame, fingers digging into her back, as he tried to keep his hips still, to revel in the feel of being so thoroughly surrounded by heat and desire.

The touch of her lips left little trailing sparks of desire across his skin, and Thomas laughed, except it came out as a soft little groan of pleasure breathed into her hair. When he had gathered enough self control to move again, he did it slowly, rocking against Alice with deep, steady strokes, every movement spinning out a little more need, undoing another thread of tension.

His own breathing moved in ragged counterpoint to his hips as his hands moved over every inch of Alice he could reach, tracing the very nature of desire over her skin as the rhythm drove them inexorably to release.

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Getting teased and touched and ultimately screwed senseless was the kind of thing a girl usually wanted to lose herself in, and it was a pretty tricky balance to strike, what with all the relief he was steadily giving her at the same time as making her crave more of him like she needed it to survive. Alice was trying to focus on the second one, wrapped around him panting and writhing being a spotlight stealer, Her hips were meeting his as hard and fast as they could without actually hurting him, an edge that'd been deliciously refined in the last two weeks.

But eventually it'd all become too much, relief from that much pain being almost on par with everything else he was doing to her, and her legs tightened around him while her whole body curved shaking with the waves of release, muscles tensing and slacking. For a minute the whole world was silence except for Alice in her own head, and both their cries echoing off the tile and porcelain.

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The feel of Alice's legs tightening around his waist as her entire body seemed to shake and convulse with release sent Thomas over the edge right along with her, pulling her tight against him, arching hard into her as strength flooded every inch of his body. He cried out then, a raw note of inarticulate release, and stilled against her, pressing light kisses to Alice's forehead as their cries echoed and faded to silence.

Thomas didn't say anything, having learned that particular lesson over the course of two weeks. Instead, he ran a hand through her hair, slowly, continuously, and waited for Alice to catch her breath.

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Jasper could call him Thomas Tylenol all he liked, there was no way there was any little pill that did that or she'd have heard of it. And a pill could never be this warm and sweet, all holding her and petting her while she rested her head against his chest. Plus people would never leave their houses and human civilization would collapse or something.

And in the mist that she got to float in when she was wrapped around Thomas like this, the only sour note was realizing how much she'd really needed it just to get her head cleared. It might not always be like that, there had been lots of stuff going down but then there always seemed to be. Easiest if she didn't worry about it until the next not-angry-why-do-you-ask phone call from Jasper. Way easiest to smile, contentedly tangled up with him. She didn't even have to say thank you 'cause he'd get the gratitude coming off her in waves.

When she finally moved to untangle them, Alice pulled him down for a long, soft kiss, a counterpoint to the frenetic everything she usually did, and smiled. "You're gonna have to remind me to take my medicine more often I think. I mean not that it's your job or anything, but I'm obviously not great about remembering how good it is." Or how much better it made her.

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((Desquish with mirrors!))