@freyjaxcarter asked: [ FRENCH KISS ] ― your muse kisses my muse with tongue.

He had insisted on taking her to dinner after sundown. It had been so long since they'd seen each other, and Malcolm had no doubt in his mind that she needed a reason to get out and about that wasn't simply work or errands. The vampire was a gentleman, picking her up from her place and taking her to the fanciest restaurant in Port Leiry. They chose to sit next to each other in a booth in one of the corners of the restaurant, so that it was more private, less pressure to appear one way or another and just be able to have fun.

It was whilst they waited for the appetizers, sipping at their drinks that they found themselves getting somewhat flirty, soft fleeting touches, that eventually had them leaning into one another. Lips connected, and the kiss was slow and sensual at first; then mouths opened and tongues pressed forward. Malcolm wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he explored her mouth, tasting her in a safer way than the last time. He broke the kiss, just for a moment, just enough time for her to catch her breath and their lips collided again. Both more sure of it now, and it was shown by how the kiss deepened quickly. Fuck, perhaps a restaurant had been the wrong idea if they hadn't even made it to the first course.

"I'll always regret hurting her, but I am working on bettering myself. I hope she sees that, I really do." @freyjaxcarter

@freyjaxcarter asked: “what do you see when you look at me?”

"I see someone I care for deeply, someone I'm concerned about. I see a powerful woman underneath the fear, whether that fear is just to do with your power and lack of control, I don't know, but you are powerful and better yet, you're strong, Freyja. Stronger than you think." Malcolm answered almost instantly, reaching out to grab her hand and squeeze. "You're beautiful, a better friend than I deserve. A better. . . a better woman than I deserve. I see someone I'm concerned I take advantage of, and confuse even more. But I hope that what you see is someone that will help you, be there for you, no matter what. And someone who will never, ever hurt you again."

He had been away, well, not really. He'd still been in town, but it was vital that he focused on himself. Focused on his control, because whilst he had hated himself for what he had done to Freyja, gone to her and apologised, that was worth nothing if he couldn't back it up with action. So he did, he got help with his control and he's nowhere near perfect, or in control, but it's better and that's all he could ask for.

"We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate. Autumn leaves falling down, and I can picture it after all these days." Malcolm speaks softly, sitting on the couch opposite Freyja with his hands intertwined tightly in his lap. "I know it's long gone, the days of me being human or even close to okay. And I might be okay but I just... I don't feel fine at all." Life before vampirism, it wasn't great for him either but there were good times. Like the times he was recounting with one of his lost loves along the way. Another that died due to his own hands, and he was just lucky that Kelly simply wanted out rather than facing the same end as the other. "Sometimes it's all I can think about and then..." Then the bloodlust hits, and nothing is the same anymore. It tears him away violently from the thoughts of before and sucks him straight back into the life he leads now. He doesn't miss it, being human. He wouldn't change it for the world, wouldn't take back being part of a vampire family even if he always felt like he was the puzzle piece that didn't quite fit. "What I'm saying is I understand what you're feeling, Freyja; that feeling of not belonging, of something not being right. I can see it in your eyes, and I remember it all too well." A pause, as he leans forward, "Talk to me."

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