Thread: The Butcher's Bill (Prince x LeatrixSage)

Ethan stiffened as she confronted him, face going impassive. He was not unused to violent reactions when he had to search a suspect, but in truth most of the criminals he dealt with were men. These sorts of magical beings could hide any number of dangerous sorcerous artifacts, capable of freeing them from iron restraints and posing danger within even his shielded house. And he also liked to find physical evidence of demon blood. He'd built quite a collection of markers and signs over the years, anything from oddly colored birthmarks to actual tails, scales, or patches of reddish demon skin. It was a little uncomfortable when the suspect was a woman, but, although Elisa was definitely more attractive than any woman he'd ever held as a suspect, Ethan was a professional. He would just be doing his job. Why did he feel guilty though as she berated him now? He scowled and felt his own anger flush over him. He liked to be in control in control of his emotions, his investigations, his household, and his life. But now this passionate woman was making him suddenly feel like a runaway carriage pulled by a horse with the bit in its teeth. Helpless and out of control. How dare she make him feel guilty of his treatment of her? She was a half-blood demon and best friends with the demon victim of a violent serial killer. A prime suspect or at best his highest potential witness, dangerous and valuable at the same time. Potentially at risk herself with the attack on Claudia's room. Certainly she was someone that he should detain, question and throughly investigate as he would any other suspect in his house. She should be thankful he had her instead of the regular bobbies! When she struck his chest with her cuffs he flinched and he felt his anger swell. He caught her wrists and held them tight to him, pulling her close against his body. As he stared down at her he let his grey eyes flash with displeasure. You insolent.. woman, he replied, voice rising and getting husky with his surging emotion. You could be in chains rotting in the city jail right now. I should send you there myself right now. You could be at that boarding house, waiting for the killer to sneak back in and take you next. You could be dead yourself on the street, maybe just the next half-blood victim the Butcher stumbles upon by luck. He stared at her dark green eyes as they widened at his threats, feeling her tremble against his body. Suddenly, as their gazes locked, he became very aware of how close she was to him. He could feel her heart beating fast against his chest and his own hammering like a trapped animal. It had been long, so long, since he'd had an attractive woman this close. Ethan had been so focused on his job and his own personal hunt for his father's killer, that now he realized with a spreading heat through his body, he had been a little neglectful of the fairer sex. Aside from being dragged to a whorehouse once or twice by school friends trying to cheer him up, he had created an almost monastic existence since his return to London. And the combination of Elisa's closeness, her radiant beauty, and both their strong emotions, was a heady and intoxicating mix that made him feel like a teetotaller swigging whiskey. He felt anger at her insolence, and annoyance at her failure to obey his orders, but her fiery passion was fanning other emotions that heated his blood in different ways as well. This woman had captivated him perversely all day and now, with her in his grip and so close to him, he admitted he was attracted to her. Attracted not just physically, but also because of her strength and will. She was a rare creature in this age of meek and subservient women, groomed to be dutiful and proper wives. The type of boring ladies that his peers foisted on him to court were like sheep compared to her fox. And even more enticing, while she was still potentially very dangerous, she was tantalizingly in his control at this moment. He leaned down and kissed her. It wasn't a conscious decision and he didn't know if his rational mind had commanded his neck and mouth to move or some other primal instinct forced the motion out of him. All he remembered was that suddenly the world blurred to just her red and full lips as he brushed his own against them. And his kissed exploded quickly into a hungry and passionate assault, his mouth opening and his tongue slipping out and into hers as he felt her lips part to permit him in. And for a time, it could have been seconds or minutes, they were kissing and exploring, tongues swirling and playing, as everything else was forgotten. It was so perfect, except for the iron chains between them. That jolted him back to reality. He broke the kiss with a start, cheeks coloring and eyes wide. His mouth gasped like a fish breathing air and he dropped her hands and stepped away, eyes sliding from her in embarrassment. My lady... Miss Elisa, he said, cheeks reddening further. Forgive me. I... don't know what came over me. He turned suddenly and left the room, iron door clanging shut behind him.