Micah Carrington: He exits a small clothing shop with a sigh, a single bag clutched in one slim hand. The other hand rubs along his jaw, the goatee badly in need of a trim and stubble darkening the delicate line of his face. His green eyes are shadowed, hungry and just a little cruel behind the slim, wire framed glasses. His clothing is slightly mussed, looking in need of a wash as he's had the same stuff on for the last three days. With a thoughtful look around he moves on, towards the cafe, intending to sit outside and plot his next move.

Aerin Thomas: The man is heading down the street, on his way toward...well, nowhere in particular. He's just...out for a walk. He looks a little tired, like one who hasn't been sleeping well...even for him. He needs to clear his head. Too much crowding in over the last couple of days. He heads down the street, looking around for a place he ccan get some coffee.

Micah Carrington: Her jerks his chin towards a waitress as he approaches a table. "Tall mocha, two extra shots. Whipcream." A pause as he stares at her. "Ham, Egg and cheese sandwhich on wheat."

Micah Carrington: 8,1,9,7,

Micah Carrington: He smirks at the girl then settles into a chair, looking around, the smirk growing slightly as his eyes settle on a rather familiar form.

Aerin Thomas: 9,3,9,5,2,2,

Aerin Thomas: He heads into the cafe, and pauses, briefly, as his eyes fall on Micah. A slight breath, and he continues on in, nodding to the other man as he approaches. "Micah. Good morning."

Micah Carrington: "Morning, babe," he murmurs, watching Aerin avidly, tongue gliding across his lower lip.

Aerin Thomas: He manages a smile to the other, and moves to take a seat at his table, across from him. He nods to the waitress when she comes up. "Triple Black Forest, double cup. Thanks."

Micah Carrington: "Did you throw a little bit of a fit," he asks, leaning calmly back in his chair, brow arching, his eyes locked on the other's face almost caressingly.

Aerin Thomas: He looks back at the other, eyebrow raised, but calm. For now. "Pardon?"

Micah Carrington: "Your phone," he says slowly, brow rising.

Aerin Thomas: He opens his mouth to retort without thinking, but manages to catch himself. "I could respond with something just as provoking, Micah. And I really want to...check the lunar phase. But I'm not. Because, despite the...discussion we had, and the difficulties in there, I still don't hate you. I still love you. And I don't want another argument."

Micah Carrington: "I wasn't aiming for another argument." He sighs and stands, moving fluidly around the table to gently feather his fingers over Aerin's face and across his lips. "I was having a bad night. I apologize. I said things I shouldn't have but I miss you and I AM jealous and I am not going to pretend that I'm not. Not anymore."

Aerin Thomas: He shuts his eyes for a moment, just long enough for Micah's fingertips to brush over them, and then opens them again, looking up to him. "Micah. We've been over this. I wish it wouldn't have to be this way, but it does. Why can't you just accept that, and let what we have be enough?"

Micah Carrington: He sighs and settles onto Aerin's knee. "It was...and maybe it will be again. Right now its not." He shrugs gracefully and kisses the other's jaw softly. "This is just how I feel. I can accept that this is how it has to be...but please don't ask me to hide my wants and feelings and tuck them down in a little box. I'm not doing that anymore."

Aerin Thomas: He looks up at the other, eyes wavering as he shifts uncomfortably...almost irritably. "Micah...please. Stop it. There's a difference between hiding your feelings and trying to act on them. Don't...put me in this position. Not if you respect me...not if you love me."

Micah Carrington: The kin closes his eyes and drops his forehead to Aerin's shoulder, his slim body tense. "Its tempting isn't it," he asks softly, voice almost a whisper.

Aerin Thomas: "That's not the point, Micah." It's said through gritted teeth. "Temptation doesn't always have to be indulged...in fact, it shouldn't be, sometimes. Temptation can lead down some very, very dangerous paths. I would think you knew how well I understood that."

Micah Carrington: "And knowing what I want and just how badly...You can't even touch me right now can you," he asks, voice gentle as he lifts his head, staring into Aerin's face, green eyes wide.

Aerin Thomas: "There's several reasons why I can't, Micah." He stares back, his jaw pulsing. "Not the least of which being the fact that it's my phase right now, and I'm getting a little frustrated."

Micah Carrington: "What are the others," he asks, touching Aerin's face. "Right now, I'm not asking you for anything other then to just hold me..."

Aerin Thomas: He sighs a little, forcing himself to relax, and slips his arms around Micah's waist. "Micah...you don't even have any idea how difficult this is for me, do you?"

Micah Carrington: "No...but I want to. I need you to tell me Aerin. I NEED to hear it." The kin nuzzles Aerin's throat softly, his breath hot and moist against the other's skin.

Aerin Thomas: He takes a deep breath and swallows, before letting it out, slowly. "Why do you need to hear it?"

Micah Carrington: "Because I need to know that what I feel between us sometimes isn't all in my head. I need to know just how bad you really need me. How bad you want me." His teeth scrape the other's throat lightly.

Aerin Thomas: He pulls his neck away from the teeth, teeth clenching again, though he doesn't release his hold on the kin. "Yes, Micah. If you really, really need to know, I do want you. And that is a large part of how difficult this is for me. Because you're pushing me in a place I'm not comfortable going, no matter how much I may want it to go that way."

Micah Carrington: He exhales softly and drops his face again, resting his lips against the other's collarbone, the skin so soft and such a sharp contrast to the scratch of his stubble and goatee. "What I don't understand is why you're not...I remember how you feel inside me...I remember your taste...And I miss it. I miss it so bad..."

Aerin Thomas: "Stop. It." He looks up at Micah, staring, his expression going a little hard. "I can't...do this. As much as I'd like to...I just. Can't. Do it. Now, understand that. For me. Please." It's trying very hard to be a request, and that's obvious...it's coming out less then one, though.

Micah Carrington: He snarls, lips pulling back from his small teeth in a viscious little sound and then he collapses against the other, into him. "If I'd never given you up...Never...Because of Josh..." He makes a soft sound of totally real distress, curling his fingrs in Aerin's shirt.

Aerin Thomas: He takes another, deep breath, letting the action relax him, and then squeezes his arms around Micah, pulling him into a tight hug. "Then things may have been different. Or maybe they wouldn't have. You were off at Quantico...and a lot happened while you were gone. Jeremy's long emergence...my dealing with my own issues...the Cup, and so on. I can't say." He closes his eyes. "We can't say what would have happened down the other path. We can only look at this one. Don't do this to yourself, hon."

Micah Carrington: "I have Trevor," he whispers, voice tiny. "I have Sasha...but I don't have anyone to take care of me...To do the things she can't...and the things I can't let him do..."

Aerin Thomas: "I'm...sorry for that, Micah. I...Christ." He shakes his head, petting the kin's back lightly, soothingly. "What do you...is there anything I can do, to help you...besides that?"

Micah Carrington: "Help keep me grounded...Help me keep what I do with him from spilling out into the rest of my life...beyond the control. I need the control. And just...Maybe Ita would understand..." He closes his eyes, shaking his head slowly. "No..Just pretend I didn't say that. She'd hate me. She will hate me if she ever finds out what I'm doing."

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little to that, quietly. "Yes, I imagine she will. A lot of people will, Micah." He sighs, nodding a little. "I'm here for you, Micah. I'll keep you grounded. I'll make sure you're okay, as best I can. Okay?"

Micah Carrington: "Do you? Are you angry," he asks softly, leaning back to blink up at Aerin. "Does it disgust you?"

Aerin Thomas: "Do I hate you?" He shakes his head. "No, I don't. Does it disgust me? No, I wouldn't say so...I'd say it disturbs me some, yes. What you're doing, Micah...it's not good for him, even if he does secretly want it." He's quiet for a long moment. "It's...difficult for me to accept. Very, very difficult. I feel very much like allowing this to continue is a deep betrayal to him."

Micah Carrington: "I can't let him go. Dawit is not necessarily the dominant," he murmurs, sighing. "The others are dangerous."

Aerin Thomas: "If he was, would you let him go?"

Micah Carrington: "If I'd thought he wouldn't kill me. Yes." He nods with sigh, looking bereft at even the thought of being without the other.

Aerin Thomas: He watches the man, frowning a little. "So you're trapped in this situation. Do you think you're actually helping him with this?"

Micah Carrington: "I don't know. Its what Trev wants. What I want...and I'm doing my best to keep Dawit safe," he whispers.

Aerin Thomas: He purses his lips, and then nods. "All right, Micah. But you have to understand that if you're doing further harm to him, you need to stop. If you love him like I think you do, you can't do more harm to him. Not after everything he's been through." He sighs a little. "And I'll do what it takes to keep you balanced, and stop it from affecting the rest of your life."

Micah Carrington: "Thank you," he murmurs, brushing a soft, not quite chaste kiss to Aerin's lips. "And i do love him...You don't know what it was like when he died...how I felt."

Aerin Thomas: He actually returns the kiss, against his better judgement, then pauses, looking up at the other with an odd look flitting through his eyes. "You don't think I understand how you felt, Micah?"

Micah Carrington: "I think you hurt when he died...But...I didn't realize just how in love with him I was until it was too late."

Aerin Thomas: He looks at the man for a long moment, then away, speaking quietly. "I think, Micah, you don't know it was like for me when he died. I think you don't know how I felt."

Micah Carrington: "Because you never told me," he whispers, touching Aerin's face, drawing his eyes back. "He loved you. He loved us both so much..."

Aerin Thomas: He meets the other's expression, evenly. "I know, Micah. I know exactly how he felt. And I know the one thing that marred how he felt for me."

Micah Carrington: "What," he asks. "Talk to me Aerin...Please. Please trust me enough to just talk to me again."

Aerin Thomas: "What marred it, Micah, was shame." He doesn't take his eyes off the other's. "And I think you know where that came from."

Micah Carrington: "His Va." He sighs and nods slowly, nuzzling Aerin's throat as much for comfort as any other reason. He shudders, remembering something, his slim body tensing.

Aerin Thomas: "What? What is it?"

Micah Carrington: "We're sharing dreams sometimes...And...What he is, what he became..." he sighs softly. "He was always like that. He had no conscious as a child."

Aerin Thomas: He nods. "How old is he, in the dreams you're having?"

Micah Carrington: He flushes a deep, angry red and his eyes harden, jaw tensing. "Four...Maybe five," he whispers, sounding so horribly ashamed.

Aerin Thomas: He blinks a moment. "Micah. Tell me you're not doing the same thing his father did to him. The same thing your father did to you."

Micah Carrington: He shudders hard and shakes his head. "I couldn't hurt him...I...i woke up and he was sucking me off...I tried to stop him...Tried to reason with him but he got viscious...violent. He raped me...He was beating on Trevor and on Dawit and I couldn't catch him...I couldn't stop him...He just wouldn't stop and he...I...He shoved his hand up my ass." He spasms, body hardening despite his obvious revulsion. I ended up curled against Trevor and he was so sorry...He hadn't wanted that for me but...we couldn't stop him...and when I finally...when i finally caught him...Va appeared...he kidney punched me and grabbed the kid...didn't even notice the shit on his arm...he just...Then he shot dawit, unloaded into his head..."

Aerin Thomas: He sighs a little bit, pursing his lips. "I'm...sorry, Micah. I didn't mean to accuse you like that...to jump to conclusions. I just...this is hard for me, hon." He leans forward, resting his forehead on Micah's and looking into his eyes. "Unbelivably hard."

Micah Carrington: He blinks and tears spill slowly down his cheeks. "When I woke up the little one was in control...He almost escaped...almost...I can't let them go, Aerin...I can't risk that."

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little, leaning his head up to kiss the other's forehead, gently. "Just...try to help him, please. And I'll do anything I can to help you. Okay?"

Micah Carrington: "I have to bring him...them under control first...I have to break them...then I can work on rebuilding but if I don't have control then they are going to kill me...They have to love me...all of them."

Aerin Thomas: He nods again. "Okay, Micah. I'll give you all the time you need. But make sure the love is the right kind. Otherwise, it'll backfire, and possibly get you both killed." He moves back to leaning his forehead on Micah's, looking into the other's eyes. "And if you can't do it...if you think that you've lost control. Let me know. I...might be able to help, somehow."

Micah Carrington: "Aerin...if...If I can't have you...If I can't love you...Then I can't bring you into this...It'll break me."

Aerin Thomas: "But if you lose him, Micah, what will it do to you?"

Micah Carrington: "Die," he whispers. "I can't live without him...I can't."

Micah Carrington: ((change die to "it'll kill me."))

Aerin Thomas: "And that's what I'm saying, hon." He smiles a little. "If you think you've lost control, that you've lost him. Let me help. If it'll save you both, I'll do...anything. You're both too important to me."

Micah Carrington: He sighs softly. "I love Ita...but I wish you'd never met her," he murmurs, blinking up at Aerin. "If I lost you...I think i'd die to."

Aerin Thomas: "You're not going to lose me, Micah." He smiles and kisses the other's cheek. "No matter what...you'll never lose me."

Micah Carrington: He smiles gently, eyes closing, fresh tears rolling down his cheek to touch Aerin's lips as he wraps his arms tightly around the other.

Aerin Thomas: He hugs the kin close to him, squeezing tightly. "I'm here for you, hon. You ~are~ part of my real family. You always, always will be. And I love you."

Micah Carrington: "love you too. So much Aerin. You don't know how much," he murmurs.

Aerin Thomas: "I know. I think I really do know." He pulls back just far enough to smile at the other, reaching up to wipe the tears away.

Micah Carrington: He blinks. "I need to shave," he mumbles, the nonsense far easier to say as he's staring into Aerin's eyes, his own adoring...

Aerin Thomas: He chuckles a little, looking at the other lovingly. "Yeah, you do." A little quirk of the lips. "The goatee looks good, though. I've always been a fan of goatees."

Micah Carrington: "I look...I dunno...Wicked with it. Feral," he murmurs, utterly unaware that that wsa part of what attracted the Garou so inclined towards him.

Aerin Thomas: "And the bad part of that?" He gives a crooked little grin, bumping his forehead lightly against the other.

Micah Carrington: "That I can see you looking at me like that and not do anything about it," he says, voice gentle...almost teasing and he nuzzles his nose to the other's.

Aerin Thomas: He smiles a little, a hand feathering over the other's rough cheek, eyes adoring. "Maybe some day, hon. Time will tell, right?"

Micah Carrington: Micah tips his head into the gentle touch, his eyes on Aerin's face so he can always remember that look. "you're my conscience, you know...And my best friend...And probably one of the best things ever to happen to me."

Aerin Thomas: He nods with a loving little smile. "I'm glad, Micah. And I'll always be here for you, in those capacities. And I'll have you know, hon...the feeling is mutual on most of that. You are my best friend. And most definitely one of the best things to even happen to me."

Micah Carrington: He smiles and brushes a soft, tender kiss to Aerin's lips before standing, peeling himself away reluctantly...the hardness creeping back into his eyes. "I need to go. I've left him alone too long now."

Aerin Thomas: The kiss is met, and he nods a little. "All right, hon. Be careful, and I'll see you later. Love you."

Micah Carrington: "Love you too." He nods nad looks around before moving to the curb to catch the first cab...Pulling a Xu seems to be the agenda.