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All things considered, Nick thought as he walked back through the corridor towards the pirate door, he probably shouldn't have brought a vampire with him. In his defense, his intentions had been wholly honorable. He knew Bella was having issues with boredom here - being completely unable to sleep she had a lot of hours to fill.

When he'd found the door that opened into a cabin on a pirate ship, he'd thought she'd have a good time. And they had.

Until two of the lackeys got into over something stupid and they'd both drawn swords. They'd taken their swipes at each other and really, it had all been straightforward enough. They weren't all that skilled at it.

Unfortunately, unskilled equated blood being drawn. Lots of blood being drawn.

Bella had good control, exceptional control, but an alcoholic into a vat of whiskey and bad things will happen.

He'd been able to use his powers to bind her and his strength to carry her back through the door and carry her through the hotel to the door to her forest. He didn't know how she'd fare running through the forest in the pirate wench's outfit he'd found in the cabin for her, but at least she wouldn't have human blood in her system and he wouldn't be disposing of a body. He felt he owed as much to Edward...even if he wasn't here, even if this Bella wasn't the same as the one he knew on the island.

Now that she was off hunting, he was in the mood to get back to some piracy.

Find Nick headed back to the pirate door in full pirate gear, with eyepatch. You can also find Bella coming out of a different door wearing her own pirate gear but probably with a few leaves and twigs in her hair and blood on her clothes.

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Martha made a soft mm sound, not anything that would make a man go away. "I might object to the outfit you're wearing. Halloween suited you far better," she noted.

Nick didn't move, didn't so much as put another inch of distance between them, but the pirate outfit was gone and his Halloween outfit was in its place. "That better?"

"Much," said Martha. It wasn't that she was particularly coy, she instead enjoyed being more than a bit of a tease. Hence the attitude. She smirked a little at him. "Thank you for accommodating my taste."

"I left the horns off," Nick commented, "but say the word and I'll let them come out, too." He'd bypassed her mouth to speak right against her ear.

"Can I have them next time instead?" asked Martha, voice low and amused. "I'll go with no horns today and try them later. Would you believe I've never pulled anyone with horns?"

"Can't say I mind being a first in that category," Nick laughed against her throat and then, because it was one of those things that just had to be said, "which makes me the horniest guy you know?"

"That I know? Potentially not, there was that guy on Marcorn Zeta..." Martha murmured, pretending to muse into reverie, though it was hard when Nick's breath was pleasantly hot against her skin.

Nick shifted just enough to move his mouth to her jawline. "Anyone ever tell you that you talk to much?"

"Actually no," Martha replied, "but you moved your mouth to a rather inconvenient place for me to do much of anything else, so."

"So I should rectify that, I think," Nick drawled, low and slow, before moving the last inch to cover her mouth with his own in a soft kiss.

"Yup," Martha managed to get out before Nick kissed her, and she made a pleased little noise against his mouth, shifting in after a moment to keep it going.

Her soft sound caused a low chuckle followed by a low moan of his own when she moved in just a bit closer. His hand left the wall so the backs of his fingers could trace her cheek. He slanted his mouth just a little, tongue tracing her lower lip.

Martha's brow furrowed at the chuckle, and she growled very softly--just a rumble, in the back of her throat--before reaching up into Nick's hair. She was just a little rough, a bit of a warning not to underestimate her.

That little growl pushed about every button Nick had and the ones it didn't push were immediately depressed when her hand slipped into his hair. The fingers on her cheek moved to cup the back of her neck and he closed the last of the distance between them to press his body to hers, press hers against the wall, and take the kiss deeper.

Martha shifted, a little--it wasn't that she didn't like dominant men, but she was hardly a goddamn pushover--and caught her ankle behind Nick's leg. Even so, she welcomed the kiss, welcomed him taking it further, though she realised that they were just in the hall for everyone to see. Oh well.

When oxygen became an issue, Nick broke the kiss and pulled back just enough to search her eyes, a smile in his own. His hands came up to frame her face. "I should probably say something eloquent, or touchingly romantic; but that's really not my thing. Best I can come up with right now is 'wow.'"

"It's good that I've been there and done that with the men and sonnets thing, then, Mr 'Wow'," Martha replied, but she was grinning, lifting her eyebrows back at him. "That was a good wow, I'm hoping."

"A very good wow," Nick confirmed, nodding for emphasis. "It was also a 'hope I can do this again very, very soon' kind of wow."

This time it was his eyebrows that raised in question.

"Oh, yeah," Martha said, smirking at him and leaning her head back against the wall, between where Nick's hands rested on either side. "You can do it again soon, I don't have complaints."

"Soon, huh?" he quipped, making no motions to lean in towards her. "Kind of a relative term, don't you think? I mean, soon to someone with centuries behind them wouldn't mean the same to, say, someone with more of a strict human life span."

He was being a complete smart ass and he knew it. He just wanted to see her reaction.

Martha snorted faintly at this, amused. "Maybe. But I'd figure someone with centuries behind them would know enough to take that into consideration if he wanted to pull," she pointed out, eyes sparkling.

"Then I suppose you're the lucky one that I only have a few decades behind me," Nick said, leaning in again, "means my definition isn't measured with a calendar."

The last words were spoken against her lips.

Martha wondered a little if she'd passed a test. She nearly said as much, but then they were kissing again, which she had no objections to at all, and she decided to let it slide.

Any tentativeness he felt the first time is gone. This time, his kiss was full of confidence - not so much a play for dominance, that wasn't his thing - just a long, slow, and very thorough one. One hand buried in her hair and the other flat against the base of her spine to keep her close.

This one Martha liked even better, and her response, her kiss, made that very clear. This time the noise she made was pleased, soft around the edges, and she moved back to breathe fairly reluctantly. Just a little bit back, anyway.