undergrounds | waves that swallow quick and deep

"Cheer, darling." He clinked his glass against her's, taking a sip of wine. It was the little things in life that he had to look forward to. Drinking wine in the bright sunlight with a pretty girl by his side was definitely one of them. He scooted just a few inches closer to Nancy so that their shoulders were just barely touching.

"Bah, my flat is no place t'be since Jean-Claude's bright idea to take over Southwark." That had imploded in spectacular fashion and Cooper was still sour about the fact that the territory was still in the hands of the Daybreak witches. He wouldn't be himself if he wasn't complaining about something or another.

At the very mention of her least-favorite vampire in all of London, Nancy made a face. "He's full of them, isn't he?" She punctures it with a sip of her wine.

"Enfield's so far out of the way, though," she tells him with a sigh. "Which... I've been wanting to talk to you about, Cooper." She looks up at him through her sunglasses. "A while back, my friend offered me a place to stay. A secondary home, really. They think it will help me stay safe." Especially if Cooper was able to find her so quickly. Nothing against him, but her former landlord... That was a problem.

Cooper drank another sip of wine. He wasn't exactly the wine type of guy, more used to beer and whiskey. Reluctantly, he let go of Nancy's hand to perusing the picnic basket for what else Nancy had packed. He was half-listening as he pulled out a bag of crisps. Keeping Nancy safe definitely wasn't going to get any protests out of him. He couldn't be around 24/7.

"Two questions. Where is this new place and what's her name?" Of course, Cooper would assume it was a girl. It would never even cross his mind that she would be staying with a guy. When he realized that, his mood was definitely going to change.

Nancy wasn't going to tell Cooper she was moving in with an attractive, usually-shirtless American soldier. That wouldn't have gone over well at all, and she knew that. Considering how they'd come to be together in the first place, Nancy didn't want to risk his temper so early in the relationship. Besides, it wasn't anything sexual at all. He knew what her job was- hated the fact that she let vampires feed off of her- but he didn't care that she was a prostitute. Sure, they were both attractive, but being with him had never crossed her mind.

Okay maybe that was a little bit of a lie, but come on. She wasn't going to cheat on Cooper with Kyle. She didn't even like Kyle like that.

She was instead going to use gender-neutral pronouns for as long as she could, and maybe even try to keep them from meeting. But this entire plan crashed down around her ears as Cooper asked her what her name was. So she took a drink as she told him what neighborhood the place was in, and looking down into her glass, she muttered the name, hoping he wasn't really paying attention and she couldn't be heard over the crunch of crisps. "Kyle."

Kyle was not a girl's name.

Nope, Kyle was most definitely not a girl's name. That changed the way the conversation was going considerably. No, he was not going to get jealous. There's a big difference between walking in on Nancy with a client and having her live with a man in what was surely just a platonic setting....or was it?

Okay, he was just a little jealous. He took a bite of crisps so that he didn't say the first thing that came into his mind, which was most likely, Absolutely not. He wasn't the type of guy to tell Nancy where she could go and what she could do. Deep breath, Cooper. And another. Alright, he was calm enough to continue on. "Strange that you've never mentioned him t'me before. How'd you two meet?"

Nancy nearly lets out a sigh of relief. He's being good about this, wonderful. There's more wine with her name on it, after all.

She knows that tone, though. Or, at least, the way he considers it strange. She just hasn't had a reason to mention him, or, honestly, most of her male friends. Which really meant they didn't talk about her life very much, which was fine with her. She didn't need him worrying about every little thing.

"It was a few months back, I think February? You heard about the group of vampires that staged a massacre at this underground club?" Per usual, the news had reported it as something completely different. "We met there. Helped each-other escape. He's on vacation, right now."

Cooper had heard word of the nightclub massacre. Frankly, he disapproved of any vampires that were that out of control. He'd been unaware that Nancy had been involved with it at all, but that had been the time when he'd been isolating himself. He told himself that this guy couldn't be all bad if he had been watching over Nancy when Cooper himself couldn't. It still didn't dispel the knot of jealousy sitting inside Cooper's stomach or the frown that was currently on his face.

"So's he human then?" Pity he already sounded like a living, breathing person. Cooper wouldn't have nearly felt as threatened as he did if the boy turned out to be a ghost. As far as he was concerned, this Kyle could stay on vacation a good while longer. Hell, a permanent one wouldn't make Cooper shed any tears.

"yes," she tells him, choosing not to go into details. She had managed to lift the werewolf curse he'd been saddled with after an attack, and that returned him to full-human status. "But he knows about our kinds." So there was no need to hide anything. rooming with someone oblivious about the details would be murder.

"He'll be back around the end of the month," she explained. "I'd like you to meet him." So that Cooper could get the okay to come over. "I can cook." please make this painless.

Well, at least he wouldn't have to worry about hiding any details about who or what he was. He took a sip of wine, mulling over this new turn of events. He could either be sour and sulk about this information or he could set it aside for right now and enjoy the day with Nancy. He didn't want to spoil anything. So he was going to be a mature, responsible adult about this and try to accept the fact that his girlfriend was going to be living with another man.

"Alright. I'll be nice." Well, as close to nice as Cooper was bound to come with someone he felt threatened by. He set down his wine and slipped his hands around Nancy's waist, pulling her close to him. "But if he's better-lookin' than I am, all bets are off." He was only half-joking.

Well, shit. Kyle was really really hot...

"I only have eyes for you, I promise," she says seriously. "last I checked he had a girlfriend, anyway." and she had standards about not cheating. Unless it was work then all money was green.

She moves in close to him. "I know you'll be on your best behavior." She gave him a quick kiss, leaving lipstick on his cheek.

He tries to take comfort in Nancy's words. She's never lied to him intentionally, and if she says she's faithful, than he'll take her word for it. It's this mysterious Kyle that Cooper has is concerns over. Nancy was a beautiful girl and lord only knows what someone might think of living with her, seeing her in the morning in her pajamas or when she's just stepped out of the shower in nothing but a towel...well, at least now his train of thought had gone somewhere else.

He rubs out the spot on his cheek and picks his wine back up. "You be careful out there right now. It won't matter where you're staying if the wrong vamp gets a hold of you." He now has a personal stake in Harris' ridiculous edict that the vampires could feed off of whoever they wanted. Nancy's job has always been a risky one, but now it's doubly so.

"I always am." she pointed at the charm on her necklace. No mind control for her, thanks. "I survived you, didn't I?" A joke, she didn't blame him for the fae blood incident.

But she knows how dangerous it is. If it hadn't been for Natasha, Kenzi would have likely drained her completely. "I can just use your name, no one wants to mess with the girl of an Earl, do they?" she hoped. She had always been a target, it seemed.

He winces when she jokes about him getting high off fae blood. Still, she's long-since forgiven him for that, so he'll let pass by. It's just water under the bridge now. He'll never be quite that foolish ever again.

"This is true. There's a few advantages t'being high up in the nest." If he had to throw his weight around to make sure Nancy stayed safe, then he would do so gladly. Lord only knew he didn't use his position often enough as it was.

She catches the wince, and softens the blow with another kiss, this time on his lips. Damn, she's missed being able to kiss people. It's such a silly thing, but it's so intimate to her. The one thing she won't do with just anyone.

"Next thing I know, you'll be running the whole show." Please don't. she's already friends with too many people too high up in too many factions.

...wait.

Cooper sighs contentedly when Nancy kisses him. This is not going to grow old for him anytime soon. He gives her a goofy little grin in response.

"Perish the thought, sweetpea. I'm content t'be the guy standin' behind the main guy. Same type of power, less of the spotlight." He's quite candid about anyone who asks what his plans being in the nest are. People tend to let their guard down around someone they feel is less of a threat.

She will never get tired of having that effect on him.

"Good," she says, with a sigh before dramatically plopping back on the blanket. "I'm so bloody tired of politics." She was the one that had to go and get herself involved at every angle, but all of it had been on accident. Honest.

"Then you're livin' in the wrong city," Cooper replies cheerfully. London seems to be made up of nothing but politics sometimes. He will admit that it does grow dreadfully weary sometimes, trying to keep track of who had an alliance with whom and who were the real ones in power.

He pulls two sandwiches out of the picnic basket, offering one to Nancy. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been on a daytime picnic, with the bright sun on his face and a beautiful person by his side. One had to enjoy the little moments in life, otherwise there was nothing worth living for. "Maybe I can take you for a ride after we're done eating." That wasn't entirely a double entendre. He's been wanting to get Nancy on the back of one of his motorcycles for a while now. That way he could combine two of his biggest passions together.

"Too bad I don't want to live anywhere else." London was the greatest city in the world, as far as Nancy was concerned. It was also the only city she'd ever known.

Sitting up a little, she takes the sandwich from him. They're so classy, with their wine and sandwiches. Just looking at him, she smiles and blushes, because this was Cooper and they were together.

"I don't see why not." It seemed appropriate, Cooper taking her for a ride around the city on the back of his motorcycle. He'd nearly killed her with it the first time they met, so maybe she owed the whole thing to that damn bike. "Show me your favorite spots."

He takes a bite of his sandwich. He wonders if Nancy knows how to cook. Not that he needs to eat a whole lot, strictly speaking, but he does occasionally enjoy breaking up the monotony of drinking just blood with something a little more solid. Nancy is enough for him, though. He thinks he'll never get tired of drinking her blood.

"I promise not to run over anythin' this time." He, too, remembers their first meeting. Cooper is a maniac on the road. He's never had to deal with the caution that came from knowing he might die if he got into a car accident, so his driving skills could charitably be described as crazy at the best of times. He'll take all necessary precautions with Nancy at his back.

You don't grow up with a bunch of little brothers without learning how to cook, and if he ever wanted, she'd be more than happy to fix him anything he wanted. Within reason.

She smiles at the memory. "Good- I don't exactly want to donate my organs today. Just my blood is more than enough." She gave him a cheeky wink.

"No way am I letting your pretty face get scraped up on the road." In response to the wink, he kisses her on the neck. It soon turns into a bite, not the kind designed to puncture the skin and lap up blood, just the loving, slightly possessive kind that any normal boyfriend might give his girlfriend.

Nancy blushes as he moves in to her neck. Here in the sun, she know he won't bite her bite her. Just a little love nibble, it was perfectly acceptable. She wrinkled her nose, dropping her head a bit to nuzzle him out of her neck.

"Oy, eat your sandwich, will you?"

Or you can kiss her again, that's fine.

"I think I'd prefer to eat you," Cooper murmurs against her skin. He brushes his lips over her skin, teeth gently scraping, though he's careful not to leave any marks. Most men would prefer not to solicit a girl who has a hickey for all to see. So he kisses her neck one more time before sitting up straight. He takes another large bite of his sandwich, moving to put on a pair of sunglasses he had brought to help with the glare.

Hey may hate her work, but he's conscious of it, and she gives an appreciative moan- or maybe that's because she just happens to like the feeling.

Kyle had asked her that. And when it was good, well, it was good.

"That can be arranged," she tells him- he eats for free, now. Obviously, it would be wrong to charge her boyfriend to drink her blood. "Maybe after the ride." It can be sexual, or he could drink her blood. Either way, the invitation is there.

"Good. A picnic, a motorcycle ride, 'n you by my side. This is going down as one of my top twenty most favorite days." As a vampire, Cooper often feels like he's constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nice things always have a price being a creature of the night. Right now, though, he's calm and at peace. There's little that could spoil his good mood.

"You make me happy," he says, sighing as he picks up a strand of Nancy's red hair, twirling it through one of his fingers. He feels a little corny saying it, but the vampire has never been one to tamper down his emotions.

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