The Hunted (Hobbs)

[Dante Stark]

Stark stood up from the bed and stretched his arms out; "I don't know yet, maybe when it's just us on hunts like tonight i might differ from Hazel and Hobbs.. " Stark watched as she'd swigged the whiskey and proceeded to spit it out.. "That's real attractive right there y'know.." He'd laughed leaning against the bed post before walking over to the small table and grabbing the cheeseburgers out of the bag.. She was brave asking Stark to cook her one to but he figured he wouldn't mind doing it as she'd stitched his ass up.. Dante walked over to the microwave and flicked the switch turning it on placing one burger inside and allowing it to cook for two minutes..

Stark looked around the room, it wasn't that bad compared to most motel rooms.. And well maybe he'd at least get a good snooze.. He'd figured he would allow Hobbs to have the bed and he might have crashed on the armchair. It didn't really matter to him he'd have felt more gentleman like if he'd allowed her the whole bed anyway, the microwave binged and Dante put the burger on some tissues before placing the other one inside.

He walked over to Hobbs and handed her the burger on the tissue... "There you go.. I'm well known for my world class microwaving skills.. so eat up.. " Stark chuckled as he walked back to the microwave just in time for his to have finished cooking, he'd brought the lovely food up to his mouth and took a deep bite out of the burger.. It was melting in his mouth and he let out a groan of pleasure as he'd continued chewing the meaty substance.

Dante scoffed down his burger and wiped his mouth.. his body felt nicer now that he'd consumed something, he walked to the bathroom and looked as his stitching in the mirror.. Wasn't any point in putting his shirt on till the morning, he didn't really mind walking around shirtless it was natural and warming to him as he look in the mirror.. He'd turned the tap on and slapped some water on his face removing some of the dirt and dried blood, he'd even ran the water through his hair getting the rest of his gel out.

Stark walked back in to the bedroom and looked at Hobbs "Well this place isn't so bad.. It's like a home away from home...And probably cheaper than home too.. But that's pretty swell me thinks.." He spoke as he walked to the window checking it outside to check on the surroundings he'd always felt vulnerable when he wasn't at home like he could be watched by anybody.. He'd turned back to face Hobbs and smirked "Guess we're clear for now." Stark scratched at his belly before returning to the centre of the room and grabbing himself a beer, he'd opened the cap and took a fairly decent swig.. Refreshing..

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

When Stark got up and went to the kitchenette, Hobbs got up again and moved over to the dresser. She turned her back to the mirror on the wall, and hitched up the back of her top - being careful not to accidentally flash - in order to inspect her back. When she'd hit her back on the ground she'd taken off some skin in a pattern across her shoulder blades and top of her spine. It would be fine, it wasn't even bleeding really, but new skin would heal over in a mildly uncomfortable graze pattern and then be good as new again.

Hobbs dropped her shirt down her back again and began to inspect the back of her head where the Vampire had whacked it against the floor. She could feel a raised bump, but there was no blood.

Hobbs plopped herself back down on the bed again as Stark passed her the burger. She murmured her thanks and put it on her bedside next to the beer to cool a little. Taking a swig of the beer, she turned her attentions to her leg. It was high time she took this thing off. Having it on was useful and everything, but sometimes, when she'd been wearing it for a long time or been doing a lot of moving around on it, the feeling of taking it off was one of liberation and relief; like pulling off high heels at the end of a long day. Not that she'd worn heels in a really long time, but she remembered how it felt.

She thumbed the hermetic seal release and the vacuum was depressurised with a hiss of air. Then, in one swift motion, she released the ratchet pin, pulled the leg off, and stripped away the liner. Holy mother of God, that felt good. Finally her skin could breathe again. It was like wearing a wetsuit all day; it was stifling.

"Ah, man, that feels better," she groaned, massaging the blood flow back into her leg. She was quite happy to hop ungracefully around the room from now on in return for that one moment of sweet sweet relief. She fell back against the bed, content for now to just vegetate and do nothing.

[Dante Stark]

Dante watched as Hobbs had began to relax and he'd watched her take her leg off, it must of sucked having to do that all the time and keep putting it back on.. But she seemed okay in having to do that. Stark moved towards the armchair he'd been sitting on earlier he leaned back in it let out a sigh of relief as he bent down to untie the laces of his boots.. He did love a good sturdy boot as it was much more comfortable than some of the other shoes he'd worn. Dante placed his boots side by side he'd also taken his socks off and crammed them into his boots as he'd placed his feet up on the table..

"This is the life.. and this is some good beer you picked up.. makes this a whole lot more enjoyable.. Not that it wasn't before the booze got involved. " Stark ran his fingers and rubbed his eyes as he'd spoken to her, she seemed to be relaxing on the bed just enjoying the comfort it'd provided, He relaxed in the armchair and sipped his beer once more.. letting out a small yawn as he covered his mouth..

Stark crunched the can up after he'd finished drinking and placed it on the table.. He'd stood up and removed his belt taking it through all the loops on his jeans and he'd placed it on top of his shirts.. After finishing taking his belt of he'd finally removed his jeans and folded them up sitting there in the armchair in just his boxer shorts he'd felt more comfortable then he did earlier..
"Okay, no i lied it gets better as i just sit here half naked.. This armchair feels like silk against my skin.." Stark jokingly said as he'd sat back down propping his feet up.

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

Hobbs dumped her leg down by her side of the bed, within easy reach so that she could grab it again in the morning. It wasn't annoying or sucky for her to remove and replace it every day, it was just one of those things she got used to. Everyone had morning and night rituals, like putting in contact lenses, moisturising, showering, brushing hair, brushing teeth... for her it was the leg, and it took her less than ten seconds to put it on, a fraction of that to take it off.

With the liner off, Stumpy kinda felt cold, so Hobbs stuck it under the duvet cover. It was also somewhat bruised, and she could feel more starting to develop from her shenanigans earlier tonight. She grabbed the hamburger on her bedside table and tucked in just as Stark started to strip.
I mustn't perv on Stark...
Though that was starting to get difficult when he pulled off his jeans as well.

"Oh, dude!" she complained, "Come on, I'm trying to eat over here," she said semi-jokingly, as though the sight of him was putting her off. And then he proceeded to make himself super-comfortable in the armchair, bragging about it as he did so.
"You're a douche, Stark," Hobbs joked, talking with her mouth full of hamburger. She swallowed, took another bite, and stared at him with an unimpressed expression as she calmly flipped him off.

[Dante Stark]

Dante stood up from the couch as he'd felt his back click.. "That's Harsh.. You shouldn't flip me off while you're still eating, and talking with your mouth full that's so not sexy.. But this couch is whack I'm just going to join you over here and enjoy the comfort as they say.. Stark walked around to the other side away from Hobbs and lifted back the duvet before sliding in and covering himself..

"This bed is so awesome.." He'd exclaimed face still under the duvet..

Even though Hobbs was still on the bed Dante felt relaxed and peeked his head out from under the duvet.. "I think we may have to kill this bed.. It's way out of this world and supernaturally comfortable.. It's a Vampire Bed.. " Dante chuckled not wanting to think about anything supernatural , it'd been a long day and this bed was too comfy.. Stark felt himself letting out a light yawn..

"I suppose.. Breakfast is on me when we eventually get there.. ." Dante spoke in-between his yawn moving his hands out from the cover he'd point at Hobbs and flipped her back off.. "That's payback.. Also we're almost even on life saving debuts here you may be 2-1.. But mine was pretty badass with that crossbow.. She didn't see it coming but she'd probably felt it."

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

And when was she ever sexy? When did shadows under her eyes and alarming slimness scream sex appeal? Stark got up from the chair then, granting Hobbs a front seat view of... all of him, really. Hobbs scarfed down the rest of the cheeseburger, crumpled up the wrapper, and tossed the ball into the wastepaper basket on the other side of the room. She punched the air with both hands in a 'score!' motion, then looked at Stark.

"Did 'ou see that?" she asked with her mouth full as she chewed. But Stark had his face buried under the duvet. Hobbs swallowed, dropped her hands, and frowned, since he hadn't been looking to witness her awesome shot. Once he popped up out of the covers again, he flipped her back off in return, and Hobbs frowned before retaliating by bouncing her empty beer can off his forehead and over the other side of the bed. Then she gave him a raised eyebrow look, like, 'And what you gonna do about it?'

"Hell no we're not even," she said. "You save my ass once more and then we're even. Unless of course I've one-upped you by then, in which case you'll owe me more."

He had yawned earlier. Clearly he was tired, and Hobbs wasn't. She rarely was. Now Hobbs faced the long, agonising wait until dawn. She would normally have disassembled her gun, cleaned and serviced it, then put it all back together again, but as she cast her mind back, she remembered putting it on the back seat of Stark's Dodge and she didn't recall getting it back out again.
Fuck.
There was her leg that she could disassemble, and she thought there was a spanner somewhere in one of pockets, along with a stray bit of wire and a screwdriver- Hobbs always had tools with her - but she didn't fancy getting hydraulic fluid all over the covers. Instead she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.
"Hit the lights, Stark," she said. She didn't give a damn about whether he was getting comfortable or not; he had two working legs and she had pay-per view. "And while you're up, grab the beers; I've got a long night ahead of me."

[Dante Stark]

Stark stood up throwing the duvet towards Hobbs as he'd stood up, he walked towards the door and flicked the light switch off. Stark turned on the spot and faced Hobbs he'd walked back towards the bed and propped the pillows up as he quickly grabbed the other cans of beer, Stark threw himself into the bed and covered himself up.. He'd looked directly at the TV.. He'd grabbed himself one of the cans and passed the rest to Hobbs..

"So anything good on at this hour.. I mean isn't most Motel TV channels filled with either crappy reruns or porn.." Stark said as he'd opened his beer and took a sip.. He felt a slight more buzzing with energy then when he'd previously been in the bed... Stark adjusted his position watching the TV whatever they had been watching it'd seemed slow and boring.. Stark was sipping his beer as he'd doubled back and changed view from the TV to Hobbs..

Stark rubbed his eyes as he'd tossed his can in the direction of the bin, he'd heard a metallic click assuming it'd gone in. "So We sticking around for the all you can eat breakfast some pancakes and bacon wouldn't go a miss.. Mhmm " Stark purred as he thought about breakfast.. Stark slumped down in the pillows looking up at the ceiling then bringing his eyes back towards the TV.

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

When Stark stood up, Hobbs took advantage of his momentary distraction to unbuckled her cargo shorts, hoist her arse up off the mattress balancing in her elbows, and pull off her cargo shorts before ditching them by the side of the bed with the rest of her stuff. Then she wriggled down under the duvet and pulled the covers up to her chin before peering owlishly over the top of them. She wasn't going to ditch her shirt as Stark had done; the shorts were one thing but she had professionalism to maintain, even if Stark wasn't as bothered about such things as she was. Besides, she wasn't going to sweat buckets in just a tank top.

She poked one arm out of the covers to take the remaining beers he passed her, and she wedged them between her knees, nestled in the duvet. She broke off one of the cans and snapped the ring pull forwards to open it.
"Seriously? Watching porn with the Lieutenant would be awkward and downright weird," Hobbs said, before taking a long swig of the beer. "Any atrocious soaps on?"

After he asked about the all you can eat breakfast, Hobbs made a small noise. "If I stick around that long," she said. She couldn't imagine getting any sleep here would be much easier than it normally was back in the base, in which she might pop her leg back on and go for a walk. She might not even come back, and Stark would have to check out on his own. But the Lieutenant was a big boy; he could handle himself.
"I'd kill for bacon right now though," she said, nudging the beer cans over to Stark's side of the duvet and slumping down in bed, balancing the beer can on her stomach.

[Dante Stark]

Stark and Hobbs had been watching whatever on the TV for god knows how long and Stark was panning his thoughts deeply. He wasn't usually a man to delve into his own thoughts but this situation made him feel kind of uncomfortable in some sense.

He didn't want to fall asleep here. Stark arose from the bed and stood in front of the window as he'd slid his shirt over his body. Stark grabbed his jeans and slowly placed them on. He winched as he'd moved his shoulder it still hurt partly.

Stark looked towards Hobbs before he'd grabbed his keys off the table, "Sorry Amigo, Got other things to do then sleep around and drink beer in bed with a pretty lady.." Stark gently smirked before opening the door and closing it behind him, he'd let out a loud sigh before walking down to his car and opening the door..

He'd paused for a few moments checking the door to see if she'd came after him and he started his engine and drove away from the motel. Stark's engine could be heard for five minutes before the noise died down completely and he was gone.