MILA TORREZ

Melody had been working a case. A girl who had been drowned in the Falls. Not a supernatural death as much as she could work out from the girl. However, the only thing she could get from the girl was that she had just come to Mystic Falls to find Mila who she had heard was a psychic. She needed some kind of help. She let the ghost disappear for a moment while she found Mila’s number and dialled. “Hey, Mila, Can I see you? It’s about a case.”

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Melodies phone call was cryptic at best, but something felt different about this call than the previous ones. Something that made her agree to go straight to her, meeting her within the hour. “Hey, Mel.” She smiled, hands in her back pockets, a curious, if not slightly unsettled look on her face. “What is it?” She asked, though inside her body felt like it was trying to prepare for something it didn’t want to soak in. “It’s okay... Whatever it is, it’s bad... And it has to do with me?” She added, letting the petite girl know that she could sense it, practically taste the bad news in the back of her throat.

While he’d been back in Australia to visit his family, he found that he’d actually missed Mila so when he had returned, he had sent her one message to see if she was home and with a little go ahead to say yes, he turned up at her house with Chinese food and knocked on the wood of the door, waiting for her to answer.

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“Two minutes.” She called as she ran around her living room, trying to catch Toast(her chinchilla). “Ah-ha! Gocha, you little shit.” Mila chuckled, moving to open the door with the little furry animal perched on her shoulder, eating the little biscuit she gave him. “Sorry, this one had me running for my money.” Stepping aside to let him in, she nodded in the direction of her living room, placing Toast back in his cage. “How was the homeland? Ride any good waves, or cook any BBQ’s? I mean, that’s all you Aussie’s do, isn’t it?” She teased, turning back to face him with a grin. 

* “I get told I look like Harley Quinn if that helps.” She offered a red herring away from where she felt this was going. A shrug of her shoulders for effect. “Sure. A jack and coke please. I’m Ruby.” She introduced herself but almost cursed herself for not giving a fake name. 

“... It doesn’t.” Mila lifted a brow, sensing her deflection. Dyed hair wasn’t going to make her think she looked like Harley now, was it? Ordering their drinks. “You can relax, Ruby. I don’t care who you are.” And that was funny, because she had no clue who she was, she only said what she did because she felt like it was actually, Ruby, who cared if Mila knew. 

“If they say no, I’ll make sure they have it.” She smiled. “Sometimes they say no just because they can’t be assed making it. It’s like when someone comes here and asks for a cup of tea. They claim they don’t have milk because they’re a bar not a coffee shop even though it’s on the menu.”

“Making it? It’s a spirit and lemonade, they’re lazy if they can’t be bothered to do that.” Mila chuckled. “I mean, I appreciate the tea drinkers but... Coming to a bar? For tea? ... It shouldn’t happen. Nothing can beat your own cup of tea, or tea from that little shop near the town square. You know the one, with the cute little old lady who waitresses?” Mila smiled fondly. “Anyway, my point? Bars ain’t for tea, that’s why there’s coffee shops.”

Grinning as he lifted his head up. Although he preferred his hands where they were, he lifted them up in a surrendering manner despite having no intentions in actually doing so. It was just too amusing not to mess around now that he had the actual energy for it. That relief and the playfulness that came with being around her momentarily allowed him to feel the relief from everything, not just the physical pain he had been in since the fight but also from the worrying, stressing, constant frustration he was in. It wasn’t always easy for him to enjoy the present anymore, but at least in this moment he was able to. His eyes couldn’t help but continuously trail down over her curves and every inch of her. The idea of waiting any longer than he already had was just cruel. “No.” He said flatly, though his lips were hinting at wanting to smile. “I’m not hungry, gotta work up my appetite.” Despite the initial pain he knew he would feel from it, it was a good thing he didn’t mind it especially when it would benefit him in the end. He moved down a bit to grab her by the legs and throw her over his shoulder. Once he had a good grip on her, his hand moved up to smack her ass. He wasn’t at full strength but he figured he’d manage long enough to carry her over to the couch and drop her down onto it. 

Mila made a soft ‘hmf’ noise as she rested a hand on her hip, stood there slightly smug when she saw his hands go up in defence. Was this a battle she’d won? Her power was short-lived and honestly? Not at all surprising. She should have really predicted his words, his next move, it was so typically him. And actually, stripped down it was flattering, it made her feel wanted, kinda like, the idea of him waiting to touch her wasn’t possible for him because she was something he couldn’t resist. Empowering so it was, she squealed a protest and soft huff when she found herself upside down. “Shawn! Tener cuidado! No herire te!” She sucked in a sharp breath, relenting into a laugh after she felt the sting of his hand against her ass. “Hit harder next time, huh?” Mila brought a hand over to his ass and squeezed his butt cheek. “I could sink my teeth into you right now, you know?” It wasn’t even a warning, just a playful comment. When she was dropped down on the couch, she manoeuvred her leg to press a heel against his front, just gently, but enough to stop him coming closer. “I won’t make this easy for you. You haven’t won yet.” Now that was a warning. He might be right, she wanted to play a game, one that would be satisfying for them both, in the end. “I said no touching.” Mila reminded, a devious little smirk washing over her face, she gave a little push for him to move away from her, eyes still locked onto his as she trailed her fingertips over her front and down her chest. “I didn’t say no words.” With a lifted brow, she was telling him that, maybe he couldn’t touch her, but he could speak to her. She was just trying to create a playful space, one that helped him forget everything else. “Háblame.” She purred. 

* Ruby had intended on being quiet tonight. She wanted a quiet drink that wouldn’t involve her going overboard for a change. Her attention turned to the girl that she hadn’t realised what speaking to her until that point. “Er…” She looked the girl up and down while trying to recall if she had met the other before. “Don’t think so.” It always made her tense up when people seemed to recognise her but she didn’t recognise them. It usually meant they might know who she really was and in this town it wasn’t something she’d want to deal with. It allowed gossip to spread and that made her nervous. 

“Oh.” She frowned slightly but soon began to smile. “I’m sorry if I was staring, it’s just annoying, isn’t it? Not being able to place a face. But maybe you just look like someone I’ve met once.” Mila supposed. She got the impression the girl seemed a little uncomfortable with the idea, which was confusing but she wouldn’t press the matter. “Fancy a drink?” She shrugged. “I’m Mila, by the way.”

“Well, I don’t know about all that.” He smiled, his gaze trailing up to meet hers. He nodded his head a bit, as if the answer wasn’t obvious enough just from his lust filled eyes. “I didn’t tell ya to take it easy.” It was his turn to pout when she moved him away from her and swiped the bottle from his grasp. Even in the hazy state he had been in, his body didn’t go very long without screaming at him for what it felt it needed, everything else to sustain him came second. At least now he was able to appreciate more than just than burning in his throat and he’d happily let her make what she wanted because now it sounded good but only after he was able to have his way with her. Taking the bottle back with a smile on his lips. “You really wanna play that game?” Challenging her just by the look on his face before taking a swig of it himself. Leaning to the side afterwards he set the bottle down on the nearest surface to him. “Puedo.” He nodded his head stepping to her again, his hands coming up to grab onto two separate straps, pulling her into him as he leaned his head down to give her a kiss. “Pero no quiero.” 

“Esto no es un juego!” She protested. “My authority is not a joke, Shawn.” Eyes narrowed, hands on her hips, her eyes followed his hand as it placed the bottle down, trailing back up to his eyes she could see he wasn’t simply going to bow down. Who allowed him the right to be so distracting? Even more annoying, he knew it, too, and didn’t care when it came to using it against her. “Bueno.” She said, but was suspicious enough to anticipate the gentle tug he made. As if self-control was but a myth, she moved to his will, much to the screeches of every feminist ever, she was certain. She met his kiss with little resistance, only to end up whining out a sound of pitiful anger. “I said no touching!” A pout jutted out on her lips, she eyed him with a furrowed brow. “I’m putting my foot down this time.” Which was a joke in itself, she knew she’d said that at least five times before and she hadn’t won the battle yet. “I didn’t dress up for you just so you can undress me within five minutes of me being here.” Mila thought she made a good argument. Might have even been a convincing one if it wasn’t for her wandering eyes. Looking at him, trying not to look at him, looking at him again - damn it. “So, you know. Be gone. Let me make you something to eat.” 

“Call what?” He called back, knocking back the whole drink before setting the glass down and taking the bottle by the neck. Turning around, ready to throw out a response until all his thoughts went out the window from the sight of her. His eyes wandered over her body, fully appreciating the fact that what she had on did little to cover her and yet all he wanted to do was get her out of it now. “Y que vas hacer?” He eventually challenged as he walked up to her. His eyes dropping down as he used his free hand to wrap a finger loosely around the strap running down the front of her leg, running his knuckles along her skin as it traveled up. “Is this how I’m going to be greeted all the time or just when I’m hurt? ‘Cause I’ll get hurt more often.” 

Mila tipped her head to the side, a not so humble smirk crawling on her lips when his eyes focused on her. “Are you suggesting that if I went to your bed you wouldn’t join me? Party for one, then.” Her face split into a grin and she looked down, letting her eyes follow the brush of his knuckles. “Te gusta?” Lifting a hand up to his chest, she was pleased the once deep purple bruises were fading away. “No, no getting hurt. I don’t like having to take it easy on you.” Mila flashed him a mocking pout, trailing her nails down his chest. “I can greet you like this all the time, if...” She paused, pushing him arms length away from her. “You do as I say for once. I’ve walked the dogs and fed all the animals for you. And I’m going to make you steak and fries, because I’m just so incredibly nice and this...” Swiping the bottle from him, she held it up. “Isn’t a substitute for food.” She lifted an amused brow. She knew he basically relied on it and she’d never actually addressed that issue straight up, it wasn’t her place to tell him what to do. So her solution was just to make sure he was eating, at least then he’d have something to soak it up other than the inside of his liver. Taking a swig, she handed it back over to him. “Also, no touching.” She wagged a finger. That rule was basically for her own sanity, she’d never be able to get anything done if he came into her space. “For now, I’m just here for decoration. ¿Es algo que puedes manejar?” Shit, maybe she should be asking herself that question. Did he have to be shirtless? It was awfully distracting.

He wasn’t sure what time it was, but after the sleep he had, he didn’t care how long he had passed out for. The injuries had slowly been healing but it didn’t change the discomfort he got from most of the positions he laid in, in bed. Finally, he had been able to knock out without waking up from the first movement that shot some pain through his body. Getting up slowly from the bed, he listened out for anybody else. Since Mila had been around almost around the clock, he thought maybe she had slipped out for whatever reason when he heard nothing. The sun was shining through the house as he stepped out of the room, but it could’ve been morning still, hell if he knew. It didn’t stop him from going to where his liquor was, pouring himself a drink as the dogs stuck close by him the entire time. @milatorrez

Mila had been typically letting herself in and out his home unannounced this past week. He’d been seriously injured and okay, he wouldn’t go to the hospital, she’d never force him, but she would force her presence. The days and nights mixed into a blur even for her and she’d been woken by a blaring evening sun and a couple cute dogs on her lap. Mila had been pottering around his place and sat down to watch TV... She’d fallen asleep not long after. She checked the time and noticed Shawn still sleeping, so she took it upon herself to take them out for a long walk. She left Shawn a note incase he woke up and worried. Mila had taken the babies back to her place so she could shower and change, wiggling herself into something more... breathable, in this hot weather. She’d put Shawn’s jacket on for the walk back because it was big enough to droop midway over her thighs and she pushed his door open, the dogs instantly springing into renewed action in search of Shawn. Mila lagged behind, putting the jacket up on the rack, sliding out her trainers and into the pair of black heels she’d left there. “What time do you call this?” She called out, not yet in sight, but she could hear him moving around. A grin plastered on her face, she made her way towards the noise, happy to find his back to her. It gave her chance to fluff up her hair and rest a hand on the door, just over her head, the other hand on her hip as she stood there in a certain attire she knew he would appreciate. “I don’t recall telling you, you could get out of bed.” 

After her most recent incident, she was actually curious to see Mila again. They hadn’t fully gone in to detail with each other about what they were capable of but she hoped she might be able to see if Mila knew a way to find out what the coven’s next move was against her. “Hey, can I get you a drink?” 

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“I don’t know, can you?” She grinned, tipping her head towards the bar to egg her on. “Pink gin. If they say no, a lemonade is fine.” 

He soon chuckled, grin forming ear to ear on his features. Rihanna was something. He could appreciate another woman admitting it. “Aye, Shakira Shakira,” he nodded, “I know.” he was sure any female she’d mention he’d drool at. With them now approaching the bar, he was quick to open the door for her, gentlemanly manners and all, of course. Despite his attitude, his mother drummed a good well rounded respect for the female population from an early age, even with the era he grew up in. “What’d you want?” he asked as they approached the bar, “Something strong?” he was joking, despite thinking he was on the right wave length. 

“I do a wicked impersonation, I’ll show you sometime. You know, when I’m wasted enough.” She nodded, more so to herself. Mila crinkled her nose and offered him a smile as he opened the door. “Thanks.” Peering around, her anxiety was pleased to see there wasn’t much of a crowd. “O yeah. Whiskey or tequila. Or both. In a pint glass. With a straw. You know, because I’m a lady.” She grinned, moving towards the sofas. “How old are you?” Mila wondered. “Like, really, not physically.”