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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'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.

Nick took a second to get his own breathing under control, his nose brushing along her cheek until his mouth reached her ear. "Am I the only one starting to hate the fact we're in a public hallway?"

"You know, I was about to say that," said Martha, laughing softly. "Do you have a better idea for a location? Just because I don't always get off on putting on a show, if you follow me."

"Not always?" Nick asked, leaning back to shoot her a tentative, and very teasing, smile. "Does that mean there's more than a little exhibitionist in you, Doctor?"

"Less exhibitionist when it comes to romance and more 'decent at performing'. That's the singing/dancing/acting kind of performing, I mean. Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm much more into keeping the bedroom in the bedroom." Martha winked at Nick.

"No disappointment at all," Nick qualified. "More relief, really. I was afraid I was going to have to step my game up to unheard of levels. Hard to grow up in New Orleans strip joints and come away a complete prude, but even demons have their limits."

"You're gonna have to tell me about this whole strip joint childhood thing," Martha said, "but not until we're done making out. Is it a deal?" She lifted her eyebrows, appraised Nick.

"Very definitely a deal."

Nick slipped his hand into hers then paused - he'd learned well enough not to teleport anyone without warning. He could still feel Dairine's verbal claw marks and that'd been over a year ago.

"Do you have any moral, philosophical or motion sickness issues with teleportation? Or would you rather take the long road and walk to a room?"

"As long as I know ahead of time? No objections," said Martha, blinking a little in surprise. She squeezed Nick's hand a little to reaffirm this, waiting.

Nick grinned and leaned in towards her lips again. "Then brace yourself, Doctor," he said simply before covering her mouth with his own. A second or two later they were in his room at the Nexus. It looked a lot like his bedroom at home, enough to mess with his head some mornings.

When his lips left hers, he smiled. "Not too traumatic?"

"Not too bad. A bit dizzying," Martha replied, blinking a few times to adjust to the change on surroundings. "And no, before you ask, it wasn't the kissing that made me weak in the knees--not that time, anyway, mister." She laughed and wandered through the room a little. "This is nice, a lot more personality than mine has. I guess I need to make it my own a little more."

"So I still have some work to do in the knees-weak kissing department, is what you're saying. I'm crushed at the core of my manly ego over here, Martha. I'm devastated."

He grabbed onto the back of his favorite chair as if the idea of standing was just too difficult under the strain of her words.

It was all completely blown, of course, when he looked up at her through the bangs that had fallen across his eyes to see if she was buying it.

"As you should be. That's always been my aim in life, to be devastating." Martha perched on the arm of another chair, grinning back at him because no, she definitely was not buying it at all. Banter had always come easy for her and her time with the Doctor had helped.