Blood Price

By: Raven, Melody

Unintentionally, he smiled at her question. He couldn't think of a way to explain it without being more awkward than this already was, so instead he moved to close the distance between them until the arm he had stretched went behind her back along her shoulder blades.

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"Just like... professional, right? You don't get off when carrying wounded women around the city, do you?"
"Get off?"
She rolled her eyes. "I swear, you don't know the simplest things. All right, fine. For the sake of my sister, you can carry me. But you better not be enjoying it."
"I wouldn't think of it." He held one arm out.
She sighed skeptically. "What am I supposed to do with that?"

Unintentionally, he smiled at her question. He couldn't think of a way to explain it without being more awkward than this already was, so instead he moved to close the distance between them until the arm he had stretched went behind her back along her shoulder blades. From there, he bent enough so his other arm could go behind her knees, and then he straightened, turning her in his arms as he went until he was cradling her against his chest.

Despite himself, he was abruptly able to understand what she meant by "get off." Maybe Dante had been right. John thought he was being regimented and strict by keeping himself away from some of the more tempting offerings of this world, but his body was obviously still controlling him. If he wasn't gaining any more control over his base instincts, what was the point of rising above temptation?

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