#gray: interactions

Sitting amongst the humans perhaps wasn't his best idea ever. Keeping a tight hold of the lust that was a natural part of him, he knew if he let it out even a little the humans would react and be all over him. It was bad enough that he was naturally gorgeous, so already he had a few of them coming up and hitting on him, but he had sent them away in preference of drinking the alcohol he had come to enjoy from the humans. The alcohol in Wrath wasn't nearly as good.

Sensing another approaching him, he took a long sip from his drink, preparing to let them down gently... but when he turned to look at the figure that had approached him? The words died in his throat. She smelled divine, and the confidence that she radiated had him pressing his lips together to stifle a grin.

What did he have here? Would she talk to him? Would she pretend she didn't notice him and make him interact with her first? Oh the possibilities thrilled him.

She was in his shirt... not only that, but she was in his shirt, in his kitchen, reaching for something high up that rode the shirt up on her body so that the curve of her ass showed, hints of her underwear peaking from beneath the fabric of the shirt. Reacting without a single thought in that mind of his, he had single minded focus as he surged forward.

Hands resting at her hips, Gray dips down and claims her neck as his own, kissing and sucking as his hands roam over her hips, around her ass and cups her there with a low groan.

To say that Gray was shocked was an understatement. He knew that this situation that she found herself in was an emotional one, but for her to think that he would leave? That was... more than he was expecting. There was so much more to her than he had come to know and love, and for a terrifying moment he felt as if she were slipping from between his fingers over something that he had no control over.

"No...! No I won't - I swear I-" but how could he show her? Words were almost nothing when it came to a situation like this. He needed to act...

And act he did.

Moving forward, his hands come up to cup either side of her face, shoulders rising as he cants his head and crashes his lips against hers. Coaxing her into responsiveness, his lips moved effortlessly against her own, drawing out a low moan as he stroked his tongue along the seam of her lips for entry... and if she were to grant it? His tongue would glide along her own, deepening the kiss. Lost to her already, he reaches down from her face to scoop her into his arms, holding her as closely and tightly as he dared...

And only when he was breathless did he pull away, only to rest his forehead against her own as their breaths mingled together.

Drowning his sorrows in alcohol that wouldn't truly make him feel a damn thing thanks to his metabolism and the fact he was a whole ass demon, Gray still attempted to do that very thing. If it weren't for Silas having rejected him so completely, and the other demon Gray lived with refusing to feed him, it left Gray feeling rather dejected and sorry for himself. It wasn't that he was intentionally looking for other people to feed off of other than Bella, he simply... didn't want to take too much from her. She didn't know about his appetites just yet, or how often he needed to feed from a persons arousal and pleasure combined.

Blinking over at her, he realizes a bit too late that she had been talking. There were circles beneath his eyes, cheeks somewhat sunken, the light behind him casting shadows across his features that only accentuated how much of a husk he had become in the past week or so without feeding.

"Bella!" The sound of her name rips through the air as the knife is plunged into her side. Thankfully Gray was inhuman... because he was upon the assailant in a flash, ripping him away from the woman he adored so deeply before the knife could be pulled out. He wasted zero time in doing what he did next, simply craning the man's head to the side further and further until it simply snapped... and he lay there.

Not quite dead. But not quite alive either. He'd be paralyzed for the rest of his life.

Scrambling to Bella's side, Gray made a faint sound of panic as those black eyes of his widened at the sight of her blood, hands hovering over her before he takes a deep breath. "You need to hold on, you hear me? I'll get you somewhere safe. Right now. But just...-" he hesitates then, before scooping her into his arms.

"..Just don't hate me, okay?" he breathed the words, clinging her close to his frame ... before dissipating away from the scene of the crime. Teleporting was nauseating on a good day, but when one was injured like Bella was? He had no doubts that she'd get sick as they appeared outside of the very hospital she worked at.

"I got you, babe. I'm here... shhhhh its okay. Look. We're here already-" he constantly spoke as he rushed forward with inhuman speed, ripping through the doors so quickly they shatter upon impact with the wall.

Sitting at the bar, he wasn't there just yet to feed. He had fed a few days ago, so he wasn't set to feed for at least another day, so with that in mind he kept a tight reign of his lust - a nearly undetectable hormone he secreted that made people nearly feral with the need for sex. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy witnessing others that way... but he also wanted people to want him for who he was, rather than what he could offer.

Raising his glass to his lips, he smelled the demon before he saw him. Setting the glass down, Gray sighs as he puts a cigarette to his lips instead, wanting to be as prepared as possible for what may come. He didn't have the best track record with other demons, after all.

So consider his surprise when the stranger lit the cigarette for him. Blinking a few times, Gray glances over at the demon, the surprise he felt allowing a hint of lust to seep from his pores before Gray remembers himself and locks it down tightly.

Netflix and Chill. Or that's what people were calling it now days. While at first he hadn't fully understood the concept of it, simply taking it for its face value, it was a concept he had become accustomed to after some time in the human world. A concept he had offered Bella to participate in...

Unfortunately for him, it seemed she was content in the Netflix portion of it. Not that he was complaining none. In fact he quite liked it. Especially when she snuggled so close to him. As the movie wore on, he felt a pressure in his lap, looking down to find that she had shifted to lay her head down upon his lap... and something in his heart shifted enough that it nearly took his breath away. Staring at her, his hand rose for a moment, hovering over her head before gently petting her hair back.

It had been some time since Gray had seen Zelgius, so imagine his surprise when he looked across the street and seen that very man standing on the sidewalk opposite him, waiting for the green light. Beaming, Gray lifted to his tip toes to wave, as if he needed to add extra height to his already tall frame. And the instant the light turned green? He surged forward, not taking the time to pay attention and look...

And he really should have.

Sounds of people yelling out caught his attention first before he looked over... and before he could react? A car slams into him, sending him up and over the hood, over the roof and back onto the concrete with a sickening crack. Laying there for a moment dazed, Gray stared at the brilliant blue of the sky, only mildly aware of the people that began to surround him...