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located in New York, a part of Victims of the Bond, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Jaime Character Portrait: Meredith Mackenzie
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Jamie stared down at the hands that held Meredith. They were large as befitting a man of his size, heavily scarred and calloused from a life of fighting. The sinews standing out in stark relief. These hands had killed many a time. Sometimes with a knife, others with a gun and furthermore they had operated the gunnery controls of an Abrams tank. More then once they had beaten the life out of a man simply by themselves. These hands of his were the implements of a warrior and nothing else it seemed.

Laying in his bonded's bed his hands embracing her Jamie felt as if an other skill was being added to them. That of a comforting lovers touch. It was a role utterly foreign to the Southside Demon. But like the moment he had first fought it felt utterly natural at the same time. As if these hands were born to wrap around Meredith's body.

Smiling a quick twitch like grin the Berserker laughed a quiet laugh of an equally wicked nature to the chosen of Apollo. That brief moment in the bathhouse when their shared passions had been interrupted by the current situation. And to add irony to the point they were indeed sharing a bed.

Though the Vice President had to admit like Meredith that the sleeping arrangements were hardly the planned ones. The dog in particular was hardly what he'd call expected. But the mutt seemed to comfort her and that was good enough for Jamie to accept it.

When Meredith gradually feel asleep, asking him to stay , the outlaw biker nodded his intention to do so. He honestly couldn't see himself doing anything else . As he hadn't the slightest urge to move an single centimeter. His bonded wanted and seemed to need him here.

And Jamie happened to have the hitherto unknown desire to want to stay where he was as well. She was a pleasant armful and his presence seemed to comfort her. Which pleased him far more then anything had before. This bond thing really seemed to be quite the ride.

Ride or not the scarred and tattoed street fighter looked down at the chosen of Apollo. He spent the time memorizing the way her hair flowed around her head. Watched the rise and fall of her chest. And occasionally studying the sketches that formed the room's wallpaper. And though he did this for hours Jamie didn't feel the least bit bored.

Normally the Berserker would have. He never stayed still for long unless he himself was sleeping. But watching over Meredith's repose seemed enough for him. The heat and light upon his face told him dawn had come. The first night of the rest of his life was over. And he tried and failed to explain to himself the overwhelming appeal it had.

Unwilling to wake his sleeping partner as it were Jamie settled in and closed his eyes hoping to catch a few minutes of rest.