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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Alistair could see the way the fae was struggling, her magic was weaving around her figure like a vice. It was only when he glanced down to check it that his gaze lingered on her figure. A slight lick of his lips was clear before he could focus his own needs. "You breathe," he ordered sternly, his gaze locked onto hers. "This is all of yours, you control it. You hold the keys. Just... relax. Breathe." His tone had softened, but not all that much. The seemingly innocent fae began to breathe, and to his mind, she was trying to calm her powers. Alistair couldn't relate, he had always been used to his powers, even when he'd come into them it had been a day he'd never forget. He'd always known he had control, but her? Clearly not. It was almost a sin in itself.<br/>
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As much as he tried to fight it, the warm aura from her seemed to caress against his, it eased the rage and frustration he felt from earlier in the evening. Alistair noticed that the moment she looked at him, her powers seemed to grow; they were expanding at a rapid rate, she truly had no control. The demon muttered an oath; any longer in the open and people would ask questions, and not ones they could brush off. Alistair was mid thought when he heard the soft, sweet beg of hers. It was too good to deny, but that sated another need of his. He could control <i>her</i> and maybe force her to control herself; he'd been experienced with fae in the past. It may just work.<br/>
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As his plans formed, he noticed a male approaching them. The words that left his lips immediately caused a vicious growl to tear from Alistair's throat. He sounded animalistic, and his aura was thickening in a darkness that most didn't witness. He may have only vouched to help the female for every supernatural sake; but there was a line. No human would intrude on him. There was crimson glint in his eyes; as if the very flames of hell were burning through him as he eyed the male. It seemed the little fae already had something up her sleeve. It caused a smirk to tug at his lips as he noticed the man wander off, even his comment didn't seem to bother Alistair, he was under a fae's spell. It was only when she spoke to him that his amusement broke. "Of course." It was expected, and his tone was firm.<br/>
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The male slipped his arm around her, causing the vines to shrink as his presence neared them. Fae and demon energy was very different; and the lightness of theirs did not appreciate the darkness of his. Alistair led the woman to his bike, nodding for her to get on. There were no helmets, he never rode with one. His human form could die several times over and he would still get up. "Need I explain to hold on?" The male fought back the need to smirk as he eased onto the bike, sliding a bit forward to give her some room. His hands reached around to draw her arms around him. "There are going to be many things you don't understand, and some which are... scary. I know a way of controlling them. But you need to trust me." The male started the bike, waiting somewhat for a response before tearing off at a swift speed. Lingering would only make it worse.<br/>
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Twenty minutes later, Alistair pulled the bike into a garage. He didn't hesitate to kill the engine and wait for the fae to slip off before he swung his leg off of the bike. Almost immediately, he bent to curl one arm around the back of her knees as the other edged along her back as he pulled her into a hold, it was far easier than allowing the fae magic to trickle into the ground and cause flowers to spawn from concrete. "Your family never told you?" His gravelly tone ebbed through his words as he found his way to an elevator. The male huffed slightly, how foolish of her family. She should've been prepared. This reason was why he hated outlaws.<br/>
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Once they rode up in the elevator, it opened up into a penthouse that was somewhat modest, but clearly wealthy;<br/>
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</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Alistair finally placed the woman down onto her feet as he strode into his home. He shrugged off his jacket to reveal large, broad shoulders that trailed down to a muscled physique, covered by his plain, dark shirt. "You're going to need a distraction, something to hold your focus. The longer you fixate on your powers the more they come. You're not human, I'm sure you know that by now." The male's voice grew husky as her powers began to coax out the more demonic nature within him; his irises glistened a deep, crimson red. "I'm sure there are other ways, but I don't know if you can handle them." With a few steps, he was before her again, staring down along her form. "Can you take control? These powers are all of yours, you can command them as you please. Or... You can have me distract you." His dark features were no longer hidden in the light of his apartment. His thick hair glistened, it was far longer than he usually kept it. "If you ask me to distract you, there is only one way I know how. And it involves me between your legs." There was no sly smirk or hint of amusement; he was dead serious. The only ways he could distract a person was sex or agonising pain, and he voted against the latter.</span>