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i'm kind of new to all this so
if that's something we're meant to be talking about then maybe we should
do that i mean

alright. we can talk about it.

[there's a noticeable delay before his next response comes. he...doesn't actually know the answer to it.]

now?

sure. now works.

where are you

my room, you can just come in

[there's no reply to the text. instead, about ten minutes later, her door is sliding open and isaac steps in. as easy as it usually is to relax around hayley, this time he's the epitome of nervousness. he's never had to have a conversation like this one before, so he really has no idea where to even begin.]

Hey.

[well, it's a start?]

[She's reading a book. Not that it's an interesting book, but it's something to do to pass the time. She'd picked it up on one of the random stations.]

You are really nervous. [She can probably pick up on the heartrate at the very least.] Sit down before you talk yourself out of it.

Is it that obvious?

[a half-hearted attempt at pushing past that nervousness, but one that falls flat. instead, he heads over to take a seat, putting more distance between them than he usually would.

he needs to focus.]

So how do we do this?

[Hayley smiles over at him, leaning forward and resting her elbows against her knees. She shrugs a bit.]

I'm not exactly an expert here. [She's never really had a relationship. She had a kid at 21 after a one night stand.]

I mean, I haven't been with anyone else here - back home things are too complicated to even think about. But if you want to keep it casual - I'm not going to be some clingy girl asking you how serious you are about me.

The stuff back home-- It doesn't matter right now.

[for either of them. she's told him about klaus and the baby, and he's told her about allison (sort of). but while klaus may not be here right now to ruin whatever this is between them, allison is.

but that's over with. dead before it even began.]

I don't think I can do casual with you. [which, okay, maybe that'd place him as the clingy one. but he has a point to this]

You're pretty much the closest friend I have here. But we...do stuff I wouldn't do with anyone else here. [and no, he's not just talking about sex.] I don't know what it makes us, but I know I don't want this with anyone else.

[Even as he explains things from his perspective, she doesn't move from the bed she's seated on. He placed that distance between them and even if he's expressing certain things, she's still not going to try and force closeness. She knows that she could go home and it could all change again - that he could leave and the same might be true for him. There's an inherent risk in falling for people on this ship, one that's far more difficult to cope with when things go wrong. You can't just unfriend someone on board - there's a chance they could leave and return without knowing you at all.]

It makes us an us. I don't think we need to worry about what to name it, as long as we both agree that we're in this together. [Her head cants, looking over at him.] I don't want what we have with anyone else, either. [In case he wasn't sure.]

[he's silent for a while, taking the time to process her response. it's obvious the moment he does though, a smile growing widely across his face when it finally sinks in that they're both on the same page about this. that she feels the same way he does.

the distance between them seems pointless now, so he doesn't waste time in getting rid of it. in sliding across the gap in a move he'd like to believe looks smoother than it actually is. it puts him close to make contact, a simple press of his leg against hers at first.]

Us, huh?

[he finally looks back up at her, still slouched, but far more comfortable than he was going in to this. the difficult part is over with, which means there's no reason to be nervous anymore. it actually went well.]

Maybe we should do something to celebrate.

[Hayley watches as he moves across the room toward her and then glances over at him once he's settled.]

So smooth, Lahey. [Not that she minds. It's not as if they're trying to cross some imaginary line that hasn't been crossed before.]

I'm sure you have something in mind. [smirk]

[he doesn't say anything in response. instead, he simply climbs back to his feet, taking hayley's book with him so he can put it on the table instead. it's with an (attempted) innocent look on his face that he turns back to her. another few moments pause and the he's pulling his shirt off.]

I can think of a few ideas.

[though most of them end the same way. hint, it involves a lot less clothing than they're wearing right now.]

[She didn't really need his overt gesture to know what he had in mind. He's eighteen. He breathes and his thoughts go to sex.]

What a creative choice. [She's teasing, but she's also not complaining.]

Don't stop on my account. [Hayley will just lean back for the moment.]

[there's a part of him that wants to refuse, simply because he wants to see hayley take something off first. but the fact she's relaxing, the fact she's purposely watching him. it's enough to keep that request to himself.

well, he's at least toeing off his shoes for now.]

You didn't even say please.

[though given the fact he's working on the fastening of his belt now, that "please" is clearly not necessary. although--]

I guess you could always help me out to make up for it.

[She's very amused at the moment.]

I don't know, you seem to be doing an excellent job at the moment. I'd hate to slow you down.

[he doesn't even attempt to pull his belt free. he knows he'd make a mess of it. that she'd probably just end up laughing at him once he got himself stuck. so instead, it's on to the flies of his jeans, unfastening them so he can let them drop, before he's stepping out of them. there's a brief, awkward moment as he pulls his socks off too. even he isn't naive enough to believe there's any good way to take them off in front of another person.

down to his underwear now, isaac gives hayley a cocky grin, stepping forward moments later so he can climb on to the bed, a knee pressing either side of her legs. far enough down that, when he takes ahold of her waist and tugs her down the bed, it leaves him in just the right position to leave them face to face when he finally leans in close.]

Hi.

[There's a tiny sound that she makes when he pulls her down the bed, toward himself. It's more out of surprise than anything and considering the smile she has plastered to her features, it's clear that she's not upset with him.]

Hi. [Hayley says it with enough intent behind the single syllable word to give Isaac the impression that she's definitely okay with the progression of these events.]

I feel overdressed for your plans.

Maybe we should do something about that.

[he takes a long, careful look down the length of her body, an arm pressing to the mattress beside her head. it frees up his other hand. leaves him able to let his fingers slip beneath the fabric of her shirt. to brush across her skin as they pull the material upwards. he's not making much of an effort to take it off, but it's at least enough to reveal more bare flesh. to give him something to focus on. this is about more than just sex now, and he needs to remember that.]

[Even if he isn't making the quick effort to remove her clothing, Hayley has no issue finishing what he started by removing her shirt. She drops it to the floor and when her hand is empty she brings it up to brush against his jaw. There's something in the way he's looking at her that seems a bit more real than before. Maybe it's because of the conversation they just had, but she feels a new level of trust with him.]

I know you've seen the werewolf of me, but if you ever wanted to see the vampire side - you know I'd never hurt you. [But she can actually hear his blood flow, right now, which is so different than just being able to hear his heartbeat -- so it's something she feels she has to at least mention.]

I know. [that she wouldn't hurt him. that he's safe around her. it's something she's proved countless times already, even when he'd been acting his worst towards her. he's been an ass, had pushed her further than she'd deserved, and still she'd never once raised a finger against him.]

I'm not scared of you. [a pause, and a more serene smile.] I trust you.

[he doesn't know how clear he's made it before. doesn't know if she's aware of just how much he does. it's a level beyond anything he shares with the remains of his pack. something only rivaled by him.]

[She believes him, despite everything, she believes him. She asks him, much more plainly, if he wants to see this side of her. She's not worried of his answer, if he'll say no or yes. When he agrees, when he says that he wants to see it, she feels that moment of relief.

It doesn't take much. The close proximity of Isaac, the warmth of his body. He's practically a beacon for the darker urges that she keeps at bay. Her the color of her irises flash with the brilliant golden and dark hints of brown as the veins beneath her eyes start to draw blood upward. It darkens the whites of her eyes, floods them with darkness. Her lips part and she shows him the sharper fangs that drop seem to elongate from nowhere. It's so different from the wolf, from the complete transformation she makes. This is simply just a change, something subtle that can easily be kept to herself.]

[it isn't the first time he's seen a vampire from her world transform. but it's definitely the first time its happened so close to him. the first time that he's actually able to touch. lifting a hand to her face, he traces a finger over the tracks beneath her eyes, curiosity being enough to but a (brief) halt to the former proceedings.

there's a level of familiarity with her shift. with the fact it's only a change of features. if anything, this is more like his own transformation than her werewolf change is. it's not as extreme.

he smiles down at her as he draws his hand back, gaze flicking to her mouth. to the fangs peeking through.]

How hard is it? [wait-- that could mean anything.] Staying in control, I mean. [because he remembers what it was like when he was first bitten. and he hadn't had to deal with the need to feed on blood.]

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