Issue 1 Downtime

Rachel was wearing something short, black and tight, leaning against the bar at a angle calculated to give the young man she was talking to a good look down the front of her dress. "Really, you don't say...." she said, chuckling.

Well, what was this now. Ryan glared at the people who stared silently at him at his entrance, and they promptly turned their gazes aside, forcing themselves back into nervous conversation. He stared across the room at Rachel, arms folded across his chest as he watched her antics with a completely unamused expression.

The young man swallowed nervously, "So" he said, trying to sound bold "Do you want to go back to my place, I could show you in more detail..."

"I don't know...." Rachel said, running a fingertip slowly down his arm.

That bitch. He scowled as he made his way around the outskirts of the room, until he was fairly assured that he couldn't be seen by the one that was flirting with her- with HIS woman, the low-gene scum. This wouldn't be pretty... but oh, he was going to enjoy putting this one in his place...

She didn't acknowledge his presence, beyond a slight, sly smile, although every nerve quivered with awareness of his presence "Maybe another drink, while I think about it." she continued.

Ryan growled quietly, but kept watching. He knew what he'd have to do already... but the price of being a public figure was that he had to make sure the scum earned his fate first.

"A drink, and then back to my place." he said, trying to sound firm, covering her hand with his own.

And that was when Ryan grabbed the idiot by the back of the neck. "That would be my girl you're talking to," he growled, starting to haul the guy to his feet, his fingers glowing white hot as they singed the man's skin.

His eyes widened with terror "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he gabbled "I didn't know, I had no idea. If I'd know I would have never, I had no idea, I'm sorry."

Ryan growled, throwing the man to the ground, sparing an angry glare at Rachel. "You touched what is mine. And now you're cowering like the scum you are. Beg. For. Forgiveness," he said in a low, dangerously calm voice.

"I'm sorry, sir. Please, please let me redeem myself. Everything I have is yours, I'll serve you for the rest of my life. Please, please forgive me, I didn't know she was yours."

Ryan leaned down, smiling a snake's smile at him. "What's your power, little man? What makes you special?"

"I'm a speedster, sir. I can run. Very, very fast. Please, let me show you how fast I can run. I'll leave and you'll never see me again. Unless you want to, please."

Ryan sneered. "Really? You're fast, eh? All right... outrun this." And with that, he pressed his hand to the man's chest, drawing an agonized scream from him as his chest, under the press of Ryan's energy, began to turn to cinders.

"He really didn't know who I was." Rachel said, as she leaned against the bar, smiling slightly at Ryan's display.

Ryan's eyes, blazing with fury, locked on Rachel. Unceremoniously, he grabbed the front of her shirt, yanking her off the stool and into his arms where he kissed her fiercely, possessively, her shirt twisted into his fist immodestly between them.

Rachel melted into the kiss, hands gripping his shoulders.

He finally tore himself away from the kiss, looking defiantly around the room at the horrified faces. "Does anyone else want to try their luck! Anyone!" He didn't expect answers, but he let the silence sink in. "THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO THOSE WHO CROSS ME! Clean this mess up!"

As some timid onlookers went to pull the charred body from the floor and get rid of it, he turned his cold gaze to Rachel. "And you," he growled quietly, "You know what happens to you."

"We go out for a nice dinner and maybe some dancing?" Rachel asked, still smiling at him.

He gritted his teeth, obviously furious, then yanked her along by her blouse as they made their way out of the bar.

"Or I suppose we could stay in...." Heartbreaker said as he threw her through the door and onto the couch.

"What should I do with you," he growled as he stalked in, glowing in anger. Especially with her powers, she could tell that he was, truly, furious. "Always doing this, never appreciating anything. Maybe I should call the Flock and tell them they can have you, after all."

Rachel looked up at him, genuinely afraid "No...you wouldn't do that. Please."

He looked darkly at her. "And why not. It'd certainly send an example to the rest of the girls who might keep thinking about making a stunt like you just did." If he was bluffing, there was no sign of it in his voice or eyes.

"You know I'd never really cheat on you." she said almost desperately "You've been spending so much time with the other girls, I had to do something to get your attention."

"And now I have a reason to spend even more time with the other girls," he growled, reaching for his phone. "Maybe they'll peck at you before you vanish"

"No!" she said, grabbing his hand "Please, give me another chance. Please."

Ryan backhanded her to send her sprawling back to the desk. "I've given you hundreds of chances! How the fuck should I trust you!" he shouted, looming over her.

"I've never cheated on you." she said, reaching up to dab the blood that was welling from her mouth "And I never will. Let me show you."

He considered that. "You've never cheated on me because I've just never given you the chance."

"I've had plenty of chances." she replied "But I said I was your's and I meant it."

He looked coolly down at her with an icy gaze, considering what he said. He brushed his knuckles slowly down her cheek, his eyes fixed on hers as his fingers slid over her throat, then to the back of her head... where they twisted tightly, even painfully into her hair, holding her head firmly in place by the hair. "Yes... you do mean it, don't you."

"You know I do." she gasped.

He pulled her up, his hand pulling her head just slowly enough that she could hurry and stand to keep from getting pulled over. He kissed her fiercely, possessively, as he ran a finger down her throat, growing hotter as it moved until it was enough to sting. He started very slowly burning her clothes off in a straight line down from her throat, sure that she could feel the heat, but also sure that it wasn't enough to REALLY hurt her.

Rachel returned the kiss passionately, her fear lending spice to her desire.

He let out a low, pleased growl as his hand, still hot from burning off her clothes, roamed over her body under the now useless clothes. He bit her shoulder as his fingers stung beneath her open blouse, sliding lower as his lips slid up to her ear. "You know what comes next, don't you," he murmured.

"Yes." she whispered, kneeling before him.

Ryan smirked, letting her undress him, and even loosening his grip on her hair so she could manage it better.

She looked up at him, shaking with mingled terror and desire.

((ftb?))