House Party

[Nox]

He should have felt the soft flesh of Oriena's neck beneath his fingers. Everything in his body said he should feel that touch. He longed for that touch. But the false hand while he controlled it with his brain like a regular arm it did not give the return response back. Which is why he broke shit all the time and opted to not wear it while trying to be more intimate. But with Oriena things were different.

The horde focused on the lack of feeling just a moment too long that when the soft tingle of a woman channeling tickled his spin he gasped and then the hand was loosened from the rest of the prosthetic. A howl of pain radiated through his mind but there was none. The perceptions were distorted and the horde was disjointed in his mind. The floundered in disappointment and their power over him lessened to almost nothing.

Oriena still had him in a choke hold and he had yet to relax. Breathing was difficult and he collapsed back on the bed but his hand fled to Ori and pressed it to his throat and then reached to release the broken arm from its hold. God knew what dangers lie in the mechanical parts, what oils and wires might lead to dangerous outcomes, and who the fuck knew what was on the inside. And he certainly didn't want to end up with a sharp wire or metal in his body. Or in Oriena's.

The arm cluncked to the floor broken and Nox returned his full attention back to the game of cat and mouse.

The horde was gone but Nox knew how to keep Oriena's attention. They might be gone, but there was unfinished business and he intended to satisfy his need and hers. The frenzy was gone, but the violence and urgency hadn't fled. There were no holds barred as flesh met flesh, teeth and fingers dug into tender flesh. And by the time they both found that precious release they were covered in sweat and panting.

Moments fled as he lay on his back catching his breath with his eyes closed. He could drift off to sleep but he knew in a short while he'd be up to look for food. There was a process, a routine and a way things were done to satisfy the horde. And Nox had learned to follow them to keep everything moving in the right order in his life. There were words he should say to Oriena. Thank her for not letting him hurt Jaxen. For not letting him hurt her. But he said none of it. She wouldn't appreciate it. He reached over and gripped her arm before he sat up and stretch as he got up off the slightly lopsided bed. It would need fixing but it was doable for now.

His body was sore. It was always sore after a night with Oriena. There would be fresh cuts and bruises but nothing that wouldn't fade in a day. It was the scars and chucks of flesh that had been healed over that ached in ways he never thought possible. There was a lot of training he had to do to get back into shape. But he was grateful for the weakness just now.

Nox stretched naked on the side of the bed. "You didn't have to do that." it was his way of saying thank you without saying it. She hadn't had to protect him from himself. But she had. It was the reason why he trusted her as much as he did. Despite her words otherwise she cared if he hurt someone, even if it was only because he cared. But the arm is proof that she would kill him if she had to. She'd do what she had to and that was why he trusted her with his life. He'd live without the arm. He wasn't even mad about it. He should be. He was going to have to live without an appendage again and that fucking sucked. But he had tried to hurt her. She defended herself. Nothing at all to piss and moan over. It was done. And he'd deal.

He headed through the open arch door of the closet into the bathroom to grab a towel. His clothes were upstairs and there was no chance in hell he was putting those clothes back on. He would burn them the first chance he got. But right now wasn't that moment. "I'm starving. You staying? Want anything? I'm sure I can find something out there to chase whatever demons you want away."

Nox was not oblivious to the fact that a party was raging outside his room and he really didn't give a fuck at the moment. But he needed a steak and he need it rare and soon and it was a long fucking time since he could make it exactly how he wanted it in a proper kitchen.