[h1][color=red]Reagan[/color] & [color=steelblue]Maurice[/color][/h1]
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And then the lights.

Reagan groaned and took out her phone, ignoring the texts from various males and turning on the flashlight, and shined it onto Maurice, who was struggling in his attempt to get his own phone out of his pocket. When he did so, he found Reagan's amused face. Eyebrow raised and arms crossed. He rolled his eyes and began to pick up the checker pieces, turning to shine the flashlight on his backpack and taking out his box to put the various pieces and board away, as to not lose them.

When he looked up, Reagan was right in front of him, standing up. He began to speak, but was cut off by her leaning down and planing a peck on the top of his nose. His eyes shot up from the sudden and very close proximity, but he remained silent. He shined the light at the other two who had joined them, who looked genuinely alert, and in Fiona's case, somewhat upset. His eyes trailed back to Reagan's and he stood up. "We should probably get going," he finally said out loud. Something was giving him the heebie jeebies and it worried him. [color=steelblue]"Well, I think it's about time we got going. Goodnight, Fiona. Goodnight Michelle. It was nice meeting you... Stay safe tonight."[/color] he finally stated. He nodded to them both and then grabbed Reagan's hand pulling her along out the door, walking a bit too quickly. Reagan wrenched her arms out of Maurice's grasp and stopped.

[color=red]"What the hell was that?"[/color] She questioned, gesturing to the cafeteria. [color=red]"You never just... walk out on people like that! They probably think us rude now, Maurice, why-"[/color]

[color=steelblue]"I dont know. Ever since I got your power a few years ago I've always felt things a little bit differently. I noticed their sudden attention being drawn away, almost in unison, and I got a sinking feeling and I-"[/color] he began to explain, his arms gesturing rapidly back and fourth, only for Reagan to finish his sentence for him. [color=red]"You wanted to get out of there, right? You felt like something was happening and you wanted to get out."[/color] she said, crossing her arms. Maurice's hand went over his forehead as if he were whipping sweat away. [color=steelblue]"How did you know?"[/color] he questioned, as Reagan uncrossed her arms and grabbed his hand, leading them back to their dorm. [color=red]"Because now that you're pointing it out I'm feeling it too."[/color] she said bluntly, ending the conversation. 

They walked briskly in the dark, Reagan, just about ready to begin her transformation at any given moment. Both replicator and demon were on edge and, as they walked, they could hear yelling and other, inhumane noises not too far away as they got to the dorms. Maurice could feel the hair on his neck stand on edge and wrapped and arm around Reagan's shoulders, who was hunched over, having cramps and in some pain as her transformation began. He could feel her muscles flexing and growing taught under her clothes. She was resisting the instinctual urge, he knew it. He had done it himself. She was much better at it than he was. She groaned some, and leaned against Maurice for support. He looked around nervously and hugged her closer, walking them both to their dorms.

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They reached their room safely, and Maurice struggled against the door lock int he dark, eventually getting it in and getting the two of them inside. As they stepped in the lights turned on automatically sensing movement and lit apartment like living space, revealing nothing, thankfully. He turned around to shut and lock the door behind them, grabbing the nearest desk chair and put it up against the doorknob for extra support. Now that their security was ensured, he turned to Reagan, who had collapsed on the couch, groaning louder now. She was sweating, her hair clung to her head and her skin was tight and the tones of her muscles were more visible, as if she had just been to the gym on a heavy workout. Her skin was turning red and her forehead began to bleed some. Panicking, Maurice ran to the bathroom and quickly took the rag he used to wash his face in the morning and doused it in water from the sink. Running back over, he pressed the wet towelette onto Reagan's forehead, creating a hissing sound. Reagan's eyes shot open, revealing her still blue irises, but elliptical pupils. Maurice, removing one hand from the towel, opened her eye wider with his fingers to inspect her eye for any trace of yellow.

He released a sign seeing none. Good. The transformation had yet to proceed too far to be reversed.

He wrapped a blanket around the woman, and slid his hands under her body as to avoid being burned by her incredibly unnatural heat. He set her down onto the cool tiles in the bathroom and, cradling her head with one hand, turned on the water with the other, running a cold bath. He knelt down, holding her head carefully as she whimpered quietly in pain. They remained this way for a minute or so, Maurice removing her clothing meticulously and carefully as he did so. She was nothing new to him, and there was nothing sexy about seeing her like this. His mind was on her health.  As the tub filled up he, being unable to touch her skin, was forced to place her and the towel into the tub of cold water. There was an audible hissing noise and steam rose from the surface as she settled into the tub, and even more rose up as he removed the towel from the water, wringing it out above the parts of he body that were not in the shallow water to try and cool down any skin she could.

[color=red]"Thank you..."[/color] she said quietly. Just above a whisper. [color=red]"Thank you... thank you... thank you..."[/color]

She was much more in tune with her more... demonic self, and he wasn't sure why he himself hadn't begun the transformation. Maybe it was because he wasn't as scared as she was, or maybe it was because he was so focused on her. But he didn't care. His eyes remained on her the whole time and his mouth remained quiet, and he held her still warm hand for several minutes into the night in the dim light of the restroom, dabbing her head to remove the pinpricks of blood that had begun to leak ever so slightly from two specific points on the sides of her forehead. When he deemed her safe to remove, he drained the water around her, and then helped her out. She had stood on shaky legs as she held his hand stepping out onto the slippery tile floor. He held her tightly to ensure she didn't fall and helped her dress herself, and got her to bed. She was out like a light before she hit the pillow.

After a few minutes and a change into some sleep clothes himself, he joined her to do the same. But after the light of his bedside lamp was turned off his eyes remained on the window, as if waiting for something to peak in at them. Nothing would come, that night. He sighed, and eventually closed his eyes to sleep. This had happened a few times in their relationship. The first time it had happened to him, she had nearly been too late reversing the transformation. It had been very... very painful. The muscle cramps had left him aching for a week. This would be one of those few nights that she would probably not remember, but either way, it would be a night they would both choose to forget.