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Pairing: Mick/Beth

Genre: Romance/Humor

Rated: T, just to be safe.

Word Count: 4500

Disclaimer: Not mine. Even if the CBS guys don't want it, it's theirs. I just have wild fun and dreams about it.

Man, I'm a freak.

You know, passing the whole vampire who refuses to bite freak. The average kind of freak.

It's been a few years since I've been trying to follow all the rules. To be as normal as a vampire can be. You have to understand that it's a little hard to do that when your wife – who, by the way, was supposed to be dead – pops out of nowhere in front of you, acting like you're a complete stranger. And, to top that, the woman that currently occupies your mind day and night is friends with her.

That either means "trouble" or "party".

Well.

I was trying to believe that it meant trouble. Since Morgan could actually be Coraline, who kidnapped her all those years ago, I didn't know how Beth would react. So I agreed on spending the day distracting her, to keep them apart and try to figure out what the hell was going on.

And then I was at BuzzWire, between the two of them, and someone said something about a threesome. I just couldn't stop my mind, ok?

The hotel room was kind of easy. Too easy, even. It was not the first time I found myself in a room with her. I can't even start counting the times that happened. Spying on people going at it together, that is new to me.

The way she seemed comfortable with all this situation made my brain start working on some things that shouldn't even cross my mind, but I was managing it well until Beth called and both of them were talking to me, one at each side, Coraline "innocent" provocative words, Beth's angry tone and the passionate couple being watched on their moment of privacy adding fuel to thoughts I was only used on hearing from Josef's Friday nights.

Oh, hurry up, the clothes are starting to hit the floor!

Whose clothes are hitting the floor?

"We're working on the case." I don't know if I'm trying to convince Beth or myself.

Sounds like you're working something!

You have to hurry up, or I'm just gonna start without you, 'cause this is hot!

Mick!

I know she's completely misunderstanding this. I know I would. Coraline is not stupid, of course she knew it was Beth. But I can't help the smile coming to my face when a bunch of very censured images flash before my eyes.

Oh, we would be a happy family, all right.

Let's go back a little, before the hotel bedroom. That was a close call, at "Morgan's" place. Walking in an apparently normal apartment, watching Coraline climbing the stairs like she knows each one of them, and catching Beth's scent on the air, mixed with a slight hint of adrenaline, then the glimpse of her coming out of her spot, Coraline mere moments away of walking in on her.

The thrill of it wouldn't be sexy if were different people involved. But since is me, the vampire who denies himself the pleasure of someone's fresh blood on his tongue for so long, Coraline, the woman who I was obsessed with for I don't know how many years, and Beth, with her angel like face, sweet blue eyes and a perfume that is so fucking hot, the situation is very, very different.

If you're a guy and don't know them, you simply think "Very nice girls. Beautiful pair. Blond and brunette. Good smiles, trusting faces, very nice bodies. Yes, that's very nice." It's a good thing to think. It's the normal thing to think.

But if you're me, you know better.

You look to the right; you see black questioning eyes looking at you. A young, beautiful photographer who says what comes to her mind. A cynical charm that makes you afraid of lying to her, or even looking into her eyes for too long. Pretty, innocent bangs of jet black hair framing her eyes, giving her the look of a 21st century working, independent woman, who knows how to live the good life. That's Morgan. But hey, I know better. Clever, astute vampire, who knows just all the ways to trap a man into her web of burning passion and death. Hypnotizing eyes that pierce your soul and make you paralyzed on your spot, unable to say no to any request coming from beautifully shaped, evil red lips. Cold body, cold mind, capable of the most perverse and amazing things you could ever think possible. Once in, out is almost an impossible alternative. Or choice. It eats you alive and it torn you apart. You feel weak, dominated. It's addicting. That's Coraline.

Turn your head to the other side; you have the face of the angel among humans. Funny how the only human on this little "threesome" is the one who seems to be a higher form of life. The blond locks falling innocent around her delicate shoulders, the warm blue eyes and the beautiful trusting smile lead you to the image of warm fields of green grass and cooling your feet on a crystal white lake under the shadow of a big tree. The hunger for stories and the naturally curious spirit makes you want to run around the world looking for answers to the questions that rule your life, the melting gaze makes you just want to lie down and close your eyes for a moment, holding onto to her for dear life. Look a little deeper, you see this persistent, almost insolent young woman, that sees her target and works around it, her moves discreet and precise, leaving you with weak legs and even weaker will power. She sees no problem on taking the first step, leaving it to you to take it or leave it, and, my friend, leave it is a very hard decision to make. The few fatal-woman like actions burn into your mind like hot iron on flesh, leaving you spinning around seeing nothing but her, wanting, desiring, longing, wishing nothing but to take her and press her body against yours as hard as you can, not stopping even when you hear her cries of pleasure or pain. On those moments, she's yours and no one else's. You know it, she knows it. My Beth wins you with innocent, almost involuntary sensuality. Once you're in, you don't want out. Never. She takes you and loves you and makes you feel powerful, rich, beautiful and immortal. You feel complete.

Now, to a man that was once married to the vixen of dark hair and is now on his knees for the angel of ocean eyes, seeing them together, side by side, arms hooked, talking about you like you're some kind of sex toy, and then silently competing for your attention and involving you in a weird game of seduction and mystery… I'm only one man, so please, forgive the nasty masculine brain of mine.

You see, showers are complicated. Originally, they're designed to simply get you clean. Period. But lately, the flux of women on my shower has been high. And none, I dare say, had the objective of getting clean.

What would you do, if you were in the safety of your home, and then you realized that the woman that turned your life into a mess is naked in your bathroom, the door not so casually open, her clothes there, lying on your floor like so many times before?

There she is, just like old times, when both of you were only human and young and in love, before you found out she was actually a very old vampire. There she is, just like when you were 29 and were dating this dream in form of a woman, who lived in the night to please those who could afford her, and you didn't care because she loved you back, and you would get married and you would give her a better life, you wouldn't have to share her anymore. She would be yours. Was yours. And you love her more than you can possibly believe. You're there again. She's there again. And she can make you go back to what you were, and maybe, just maybe, you can have a chance of a normal life, you can have a chance with your golden angel of blue eyes. You can be a man for her, not a monster in disguise.

What do you do? You take her. You take the past, the present and the future, and you sink your teeth in it, you crush your lips on it, you hold its slippery body and feel all those rights and wrongs biting, kissing and holding you back, and your mind races.

She's your wife.

She's beautiful.

She's human.

She's here.

She can make you human.

You can be human.

You can have Beth.

You can have Coraline. Morgan. Beth. Humanity. Life. Love. Sex.

Sex.

Everything. All of them.

Yours.

The anxious bangs, slaps on my door and the voice that I go to bed and wake up listening to crying my name drag me from the thrill of possibilities developing before my eyes.

Beth is on my living room, all flushed cheeks and her heart is racing like crazy, the weight of her discoveries too heavy for her shoulders alone. So she comes to me for answers. For plans of action, attitudes against the one who changed the whole course of her life and brought her to me. And I don't know if I'm thankful or angry.

Everything is a slow motion blur from there. Coraline at my stairs, wearing my shirt, wet hair, saying hello to the angry angel in front of me. Madness on Beth's usually sweet eyes, a white stake on her hand, red staining blue.

And now here I am, replaying the scene on my head over and over again, waiting for some news on Coraline's conditions, strangely turned on by the later events.

I really need stop hanging around on Josef's.

I should be hating her right now. Or at least judging her for wounding someone that was defenseless. I should be worried about Coraline's recovery.

But I'm not. I killed her once, what's the difference of Beth doing the same 22 years later?

Right now the only thing I'm trying to do is reach her on the phone. I don't know what I would say. I just need to hear one word, and I'll go from there.

Starting on explaining to her that now there's a real, solid chance that I can be with her. If Coraline managed to be human, I can do that too, and I wouldn't have to be a monster anymore, I wouldn't have to feel the scent of her blood and go crazy with hunger or desire. Her body would be enough.

I have to tell her that I'm sorry. That I should have been stronger and tuned away from her, I should have followed the plan and I shouldn't have given in.

I need to tell her that I was thinking about her. About us.

The three of us. As sick as it sounds, Coraline may be the key to the two of us. For you and I. Please ignore my momentarily desire driven thoughts and focus on the long term.

We can be "us". For good. Without freezers and blood bags or biting issues. With nights and days together in bed, eating breakfast and having lunch and sharing dinner.

Pick up.

Walks on the beach and innocent bites. No danger. Just you and me. No problem on wearing your favorite silver rings. You and me.

Please pick up.

A nurse comes in and looks at me.

"Sir? Surgery is over, she's recovering."

I get up.

"Can I see her?"

"She's resting now, under medication. You can go see her if you want to, but just for a few minutes. She needs to rest."

Looking at her face, I forget all about Beth.

She's here. My wife is back. Alive, I can reach out and touch her. I didn't kill her. I can stop running from what I am. I can embrace my nature. She's here.

She's not a monster. She's mine. She's my wife. I loved her so much. Maybe she's better now. Maybe we can be normal. As normal as a couple of vampires can be, anyway.

Beth is just an escape. A safety net I tied myself to so I kept on the strict path I designed for myself. Not real.

Coraline is. She's my past. She's the reason I am what I am. The one I loved with all my being. And she's back.

Slipping through my fingers.

I think I never saw Coraline that vulnerable. Not even when it was me who was plunging a stake into her chest, letting her burn. Then, she fought. This time, she was only a victim. This time, it was Beth who was the threat.

Beth.

Man, the heaviness in her eyes. The rage, the feeling of 22 years of fear, nights looking twice to any spot in the darkness, fear consuming her every thought when the lights when down.

Beth wasn't Beth in those few moments that took her to walk from me to attacking her attacker.

You see, given the circumstances I got used to be on protector mode 24-7 around Beth. And even though she likes disobeying me, she accepts that I know what's best, I know how and I will always protect her.

Not this time, though. This time, she took a weapon and used with her own, bare hands, ignoring the fact that, if there was any danger, I was there. She just had to reach out and her guardian angel would do his magic and she would be safe.

To see her taking the matter on her hands, like she did with Lee Jay, I gotta tell you. Very, very arousing. Even though I had more immediate actions to take, like taking her away from Coraline before she actually killed her, and getting the latter to the hospital, the thought of dropping everything and taking her on the stairs did cross my mind.

What can I say? I'm fond of strong women.

"Sir? I'm sorry, she needs to rest now. You can come back in the morning, she'll be safe." The nurse tells me. I look to the face I fantasized about so many times before now and walk away, flashes of my shower's recent events coming to remind me of the big problem I had on my hands.

Man, tonight's gonna be a rough night.

As I come back home and take a few drinks to help the night events sink easier, the web extends itself for me to see it.

Coraline is back. Which means she found a way out of the burning trap I set for her. And not only she is back, but she is human. She acts like a human, she feeds like a human, she feels like a human. Her scent, her temperature, her organism, heart beating and blood racing. Everything is human.

Does this means that if I want to be human I should burn to ashes?

No. Nonsense.

So she's back. As a human. Not the dangerous crazy vampire bitch. So that also means the wildest sex I ever had is back on the table of possibilities. Ok, weekend doesn't have to suck. Score.

Pass that. Human. This means she has some sort of cure. If she's awake before Friday, I can convince her to give me some of that until the end of the night and be a human myself. Before dawn, I could be at Beth's place, and she'll look at me all surprised. I'm pretty sure she'll want to touch my face once I tell her my new living condition. I'll let her, of course. And when she sees for herself that it's true, that I really am human, oh, there are no limits from there.

I know she's soft, I've held her before. But then I'll be soft too. Well, ok, softer than I am now.

Ok, so she'll touch me, and I'll touch her hand and she'll reach her other hand and before you know we'll be going at it. And even though we never been there before, I just know she'll feel like heaven on Earth. Damn it, she felt like that when she was high, and we didn't even kiss. I can only imagine what is gonna feel like when I really get my hands on her.

Boy, the things I won't do to that petite body.

Back in the day, Coraline arranged one of this threesome stuff for us. A very willing, kind of dumb girl who was fascinated by vampires. She brought her home on my 34th birthday. I wasn't the reasonable guy I am today.

It was quite fun. She had a hair so red it got confused with the drops of blood that occasionally ran down her neck. Hanna, Anna, Annie, I can't remember her name, sorry.

The only thing I didn't like that night was when Coraline left me out. She would bite and kiss the girl and leave me there, watching. You would think that that would be a turn on. I would too, but it was my birthday, damn it, not theirs.

Today I'm not that greedy.

Anyway, that whole night came rushing back in when Coraline mentioned that her, me and Beth should work together, "like a threesome or something", all innocent and professional.

Yeah, right.

But the thought went running through the window when I thought about having to share Beth like I shared Hanna. Anna. Whatever.

Beth is mine, no one else's. I put up with Josh because he made his move first. Ok. He's not trespassing anything. But, let's face it, that's temporary. He's boring. Not because he's human, no. He's just that plain old boring kind of guy. And Beth doesn't like boring guys. I've seen him interrogating a suspect.

I felt like crying. Or sleeping.

And he's always bitching around. Seriously man, get a life. Go party a little, play cards, get a drink!

I like drinks. And I especially like this mixed absinth Josef's girls gave me as a gift. They're so sweet.

I miss Josef.

He's my best friend. I know, he kills people when they go against him, or when they steal from him, or when he thinks they're too ugly, but he's cool. He helped me get over my dead crazy wife, that was important to me. And he helped me go through the tough years of my vampire existence. He even helped me get rich. He is really good with money. He's like, the God of money. He can turn 10 dollars into a thousand in ten minutes. He did it once, for me. Just because he could.

I miss him.

"What? I'm having dinner!" He says, picking up the phone.

"Yeah, well, I'm not."

"You should. Haven't your mother ever told you not to go to bed with your stomach empty?"

"But she meant broccoli and vegetables. Not blood. My mom wouldn't like me to drink blood before bed. She'd say I'd get stomach ache."

"Are you drunk?"

"A little."

Silence.

"Me too. Ha-ha. Funny."

None of us laughed.

"I'm drunk because Simone is out of town and I miss her. Why are you drunk?"

"Beth staked Morgan and now she's in the hospital."

"Beth?"

"Morgan."

"Way to go, Blondie. Kill that bitch."

"Tell me something. 'You ever got turned on when a girl staked you ex wife?"

He took a few moments to think.

"I've never been married."

"Oh, yeah. That's right."

"Does it count if they're freshies, and instead of a stake, they slap each other on the face?"

"Are you hot on them?"

"Oh yeah."

"Counts."

"Then yes, I get turned on. It's only natural, Nick-"

"Mick."

"That's what I sad, Nick. Anyway, it's only natural you get turned on. God created us to be aroused by two women killing each other. That's nature. You never heard of mama bears staking papa bears ex wives to defend her babies? That's the same thing. You're papa bear."

I didn't really understand it, but I let go.

"How did it happen?"

"Morgan was here, taking a shower, and a hopped in there with her. Beth got here, saw Morgan and then staked her."

"Hmm. Cool."

"I know."

"I'm hanging up now. Giselle decided she wants to swim. I'm going with her."

"Enjoy."

"You too. Next time you see Blondie, I mean."

"If she picks up her damn phone, I'm sure I will."

"Avoiding you, huh?"

"Yeah. But I'll get to her. Even if I have to climb her window."

"Be careful, you may see something you won't like."

"Like what?"

"Like, I don't know, Blondie and John practicing on how to make babies?"

"Who the hell is John?"

"Her fiancé!"

"That's Josh, you drunken moron, and he's not her fiancé, just a little toy while I'm not able to be there for her."

"Whatever. I'm just saying, you know."

"No, I don't. What?"

Silence.

"I don't know, man, I'm drunk and Giselle is naked on my pool. I gotta go"

Maybe that is why she's not answering my calls. Only fair, right, since I was in the shower with Coraline, now she's in bed with John. Josh.

My phone started to ring.

"You know what I just realized? It's a fun fact."

"What?"

"We're like the Jonas Bother's."

"Who?"

"They're a teenage band; I'm financing their shows in LA next month. Listen. They're Jo, Mick and Melvin*. I'm Jo, because my name is Josef. Jo-sef, got it? You're Mick, because you're name is Nick."

I chuckled. That was a fun fact.

"Oh, yeah… Funny."

"Do you know someone named Melvin? That way our band would be complete."

"I'll check my phone book."

"Better than a band, we could be Charlie's Angels. Or Demons, since we're vampires and all."

Before I could reply, I heard a feminine voice calling for Josef, saying the water was great.

"Giselle is calling me. I gotta go, man, stop calling me!"

And he hang up.

Ok, back to Beth and her love making with John.

Damn it.

I'm calling her.

Come oooon, pick up, pick up the phone, Beth. Pick up.

Crap, they're doing it.

Maybe I'll let it go this time. Yeah, we had a little fight. She's mad at me.

Enjoy, John, while you can. Really enjoy it, because I'm coming to get her. So I'll let you have her. Tonight.

Where's my phone?

"Oh, well, if it isn't Mick St John."

"Hi, Chloe. You free tonight?"

"Maybe I am."

That's right.

Enjoy tonight with your human, Beth.

Papa Bear is coming.

*For the record, I know their names aren't those. So fans, don't kill me, it's just a joke ;-)