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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 25. February 2014, 21:40 (887 Views) | |
| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 25. February 2014, 21:40 Post #1 |
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She'd sorta talked with Mac. That is to say, she'd had several run ins with the woman's fist. And she'd talked with Church, hoping the big guy would, if nothing else, be able to look after the hot head and prevent her from doing something she might end up regretting. And Lucy? She stepped into the building, closing and locking the door behind her as she threw a look around in search for Toran who was, inevitably, very hard to miss given his size and build. There were some things she needed to tell him, and there was something she needed to do. And while perhaps the timing and the circumstances could've been better, she had made a promise. And not only did she want to keep it because it was a promise, she wanted to keep it because it was something she desired for herself as well. "Baby?" she pocketed the keys as she walked into the backroom, the click of heels sounding through the place even though her boots didn't even have heels all that high. They still made a distinct sound though. |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 25. February 2014, 21:50 Post #2 |
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The big man was in his shop, assembling another of those small hard to track smart phones he'd made for Sawyer and company. He figured it'd give him something to do while he waited on the parts for some encrypted radios. He thought George might appreciate some police style radios that encrypted the messages so you could only understand them if you had one of the matching sets. Might make his raids on Sabbat territory easier if he didn't have to worry about mortals overhearing things. Dressed only in a black utility kilt his tattooed back gleamed in the overhead light. The dragon looking fresh and eager as it tore free of the metal plating and gears. His voice was a deep and smooth call as he responded to Lucy. "BACK HERE HON!" She'd have to go through the open hatch into the warehouse next door, but he's why he'd left the hatch open. Because she'd know where to look for him. He wasn't sure if she'd enjoy converting the original basement floor into a tattoo parlor and moving her shop, but he was considering it. The lightning was good. At least with all his machines and equipment moved out she had plenty of room to paint the place however she wanted, and the pads he'd laid down made it work for a decent dojo for them to spar. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 25. February 2014, 21:57 Post #3 |
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She paused for a moment, just to watch how he moved when he worked. All the little details of how his muscles flexed under that tattooed skin of his. The Brujah had to admit that it was a nice bonus that he'd retained his most of his mortal skin colour and some of his warmth just as she had. It just, suited him. And it would've been strange it picture him without it. "You know I like it when you call me that?" the blonde with the blue and black bangs, as was tonight's choice of colour, chuckle as she pushed away from the wall she'd been leaning against to saunter over to him. Her hands finding his shoulders and sliding around across them as she leaned forward enough to rest against his back. When he was sitting down was one of few times where their height difference was evened out a little. "How are you feeling?" she asked, arms sort of crossed, hands and forearms resting on his shoulders in a way that would allow her to rest her chin on her forearms there she stood leaned against him. Her weight was probably barely noticeable to the big guy. "You've seem to have settled in real nicely these last couple of weeks. A lot better than she had when she'd been turned actually. Though, at least he'd had some idea of what was happening, the how and why's. So, that obviously counted for something. |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 25. February 2014, 22:05 Post #4 |
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"You like when I call you hon?" He grinned and shook his head, letting his black hair shake, jaw length as she brushed it with her arms. He enjoyed feeling her slide against him and lay across his broad back. Her weight was almost negligible to him now. Not that she'd been such a burden when he'd been mortal. He chuckled and nodded. "I think I'm adjusting. Done a decent job of controlling the hunger. Helps that we feed together. My self-control is better when you're around. It makes it easier for me to remember to be careful about how much I should drink. Though... I did get pissed at a stubborn bit of equipment down in the basement and sort of pound it to scrap. Fortunately not one of my more experience pieces." He manipulated the tiny soldering iron to reset the wires with careful control. He'd never realized how much breathing and a heartbeat can complicate delicate electronic work, but since he'd stopped doing either he'd found it MUCH easier to manipulate the tiny chips and transistors at time. His deep voice filled the room as contemplated the situation. Setting down the tools now that he was at a good place to stop he turned to regard her with a smile. "And how are you doing today Lilbit?" |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 25. February 2014, 22:15 Post #5 |
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Lucy straightened up a little when he turned to face her, the gentle smile still on her lips as she regarded him with a light tilt of her head which caused those dyed bangs of hers to falls down into her face a bit. "I'm doing alright" she nodded, one hand lifting to brush her fingers briefly through his beard and across his chin. "Mm, you know I talked to Mac yeah?" she just hadn't told him about Mac exploding on her like she had. There was no need to complicate things anymore than had already been done. "I dropped by Church' place, just to, well, ask him to look after her. She was in a mood when she walked out on me that night and I'm worried she'll do something that might end up getting her hurt" the Brujah did not say she might come after them because well, she wasn't entirely convinced that she would. Because Mac wasn't the type to postpone things, and she'd already had a chance to set Lucy on fire, but had chosen not to. She paused again for a moment and chewed on her lip, her hand still resting at his cheek. "You still feel you made the right decision, love?" becoming like her, leaving his mortal life and existence behind in order to walk the night as her equal? Or, well, equal to be. As soon as his Accounting was done. "You know I never meant to cause your friendship any trouble" and it was important that he knew that, that he'd believe her. Mac needed time to accept. Hopefully Toran would give her that time and hopefully Mac would... well, who knew actually. The Brujah could hope but she didn't know if that hope was misplaced or not. |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 25. February 2014, 22:23 Post #6 |
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"Mac is insane, with a baggage train of bad memories big enough to give a small countries nightmares. Ain't your fault, or mine. I can't live my life worrying on her ability to handle shit. If I did, well, I'd never do anything." His frost-blue eyes regarded her steadily, a serious look on his face beneath his beard. "I'm actually impressed she didn't kill you. I know her well enough to know what you stinking of vodka meant hon. She thought about it. The fact she hasn't dropped by to kill you, or me, or both of us is probably a sign she's been mellowing. Question really, is how much." For a guy talking about his best friend considering killing him, he sounded remarkably calm. Then again, he'd considered the fact that Mac might kill him any number of times since he met them. Hell, he'd watched the footage. She'd tried to kill him when the cancer had driven him out of his mind and it was only Sawyer's intervention that stopped her. He'd never mentioned that part to Lucy, didn't want to bother her. "Whether she knows it or not, she's starting to turn human again, on the inside. She's in love with this Church guy. She made some serious friends with Aguirre and Sawyer... though both of them fucked her over by dropping off the map. Now I've gone and changed on her into the object of her lust and loathing. No telling how she'll react." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 25. February 2014, 22:36 Post #7 |
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Ah damn... She'd thought she'd managed to wash that scent off of her. But, fuck... For all she knew, the surveillance camera at her place might even have a live feed which he might've seen event hough she'd deleted the recording at her place. But, well, he hadn't gone after Mac. Mac hadn't gone after them. Maybe he understood why she hadn't said anything? "I didn't want to rat her out" she said with a small frown, tilting her head slowly to the other side as the hand that had been resting at his cheek lifted to trace its fingers through his hair. Heh, she loved that hair, loved the fact that it was just long enough for her to tug at it. "Just... give her time? This is rough for her and even if she's insane she's still your friend. I just think she needs time to realize it" and come to terms with the fact that while he had fangs now, he wasn't instantly turned into a monster. In fact, he'd been a mellower. He'd seemed calmer. He'd been happier... "I love you, Toran" the blonde moved in as close as she could while still standing, moving her arms around him while he was still sitting. "Please don't be angry with her" |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 25. February 2014, 22:51 Post #8 |
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"It's how it goes with her. She's like an old bottle of Nitroglycerin. She can be a safe and useful thing to have around, if you know how to avoid setting her off. Jostle her or crowd her so she gets hot and BOOM. I figured I'd just avoid her until she made some kind of gesture to show she was ready to see my face." He hugged her and smiled up at her, regarding her with steady eyes. "And I love you too Lilbit. I'm not angry with her, and I'm not angry with you for trying to cover for her. Given how uncertain my new temper can be that's not a bad thing. If I thought she killed you, well, shit might get real ugly. So I'm just as glad that it turned out to be as mild as it was." And did that beast in the back of his head snarl at the thought of Lucy dying at anyone's hands. But he took several completely unnecessary deep breaths and calmed himself. It hadn't happened. No reason to freak out over the past and what might have been. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 25. February 2014, 23:08 Post #9 |
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Lucy nodded. It was a good thing he wasn't angry with either of them, because he might've been and just as with Mac, she couldn't really have blamed her if that had been the case. "No one's killing me, Toran" the Brujah smiled. "I just found you... I'm not ready to lose that just yet" he had no illusions about living forever, but, she did want as much time with him as she could have. In that aspect she was greedy, but she also accepted that in herself. "And I promised you... I'd be yours in every way possible" and well... he'd had a little while to find his footing, to re-learn his body and to get to taste both the tug of the Beast and that of blood. And he had managed to show her that he could handle it. Sure, there were still things he'd need to train and practice to get down. And he would forever need to work on his self control because of the innate temper and passion of his blood. But... She leaned in to kiss him, soft lips pressing to his with a touch that spoke of love and adoration for the big man. "Let me taste you?" he'd be able to see the fangs when she pulled back to look at him. |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 25. February 2014, 23:24 Post #10 |
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His frost-blue eyes flashed and he smiled. He kissed her back softly, holding her in his arms and regarding her. "You sure you're ready?" Because while he'd drank from her regularly enough, she hadn't been ready to take that step and he didn't want to rush her. He had all the bond loyalty in place to keep track of her and keep her safe. "You know I can wait until you're ready." Which, well, was the truth. After all, he didn't have a choice really. I mean he loved her and he couldn't stand to hurt her feelings or do anything to upset her. He just wanted to make sure she wasn't doing anything because she thought he was pushing her. He was content to wait until she was ready. But he'd definitely missed her Kiss, and the feeling of her teeth in him. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 25. February 2014, 23:33 Post #11 |
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"I'm ready. I just needed to be sure you were" hopefully he understood. Because it was a big deal. And she had needed to be sure he wouldn't break... Some people broke... That was just how it was. And some people, as mentally strong as they were, couldn't handle the change. But he had. He had grown with it quite a bit and looking into his eyes, the Swede knew with herself that she wanted to give him what he already had given her. Everything... "I love you... I want you..." Lucy said softly, sliding into his lap and straddling him. The bond, by some, were considered chains. But was it really that when it was chosen, freely, knowingly and with love already there to ensure it didn't become a thing of resentment? Lucy knew herself. She had wanted to badly to taste him. She knew how much she wanted to be able to bite. And if she bit, she would want his blood. Because as before, she wanted him and she wanted to be as much his as he was hers. The Brujah trusted him. It was the ultimate sign of surrender in her mind... She kissed him again with a quiet whisper. "Please" |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 25. February 2014, 23:46 Post #12 |
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His thick arms circled around her waist and his eyes crinkled in frost-blue delight as he smiled. He chuckled, his deep voice thrumming as he kissed her softly and when he took his lips away, his fangs were gleaming in the night. A predatory cast on his black bearded face. The tattooed brujah smiled at her and nodded. "Go ahead love. Bite away. I might return the favor though, if that's alright with you." He chuckled and stroked her back with a grin. "I know you wanted me to be ready, I hope I've managed that. It probably helps that I didn't really have a lot of illusions about what this entails. I mean, with working to free those ghouls I saw some pretty horrible things where vampires were concerned, and the first I ever met tried to kill me. So, I knew what I was getting into." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 25. February 2014, 23:58 Post #13 |
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She wasn't like that. Or well, perhaps she did have the potential to be that kind of vampire. That kind of monster if given reason. Though, never for fun, never because she could. The few times the blonde was ever cruel it was to protect those close to her or because of her own sense of justice, whether or not it was warped. Because human or vampire, there were some things you simply did not do. And there were some things she couldn't accept. There had been... incidents where she'd needed help getting rid of a few bodies. She couldn't deny that. But to this day? She believed what she'd done was right. And if faced with the same choice again, she wouldn't have done anything differently. Everyone had a touch of a monster in them. What they chose to do with that though defined them as a person. And she wasn't letting her monster, her Beast, define her through its desires. "I'm not that kind of person" well, he knew that didn't he? She wanted to give his life, even if it was now one lived in the shadows, a bit of light. "I want to be the thing that makes you smile..." because she loved that smile of his, the thought of which as she closed her eyes, enough to make her own lips part in one while she dipped her head to brush them lightly across his shoulder. His. She had been his longer than he realized. He thought the blood would make a difference? It wouldn't... It wouldn't create something that wasn't already there. And he already had her heart and her loyalty. The blood would only seal what already existed between them. And which she hoped would continued to exists for years to come. Her lips parted and for a brief moment he'd feel the sting of her fangs before they'd sink into the flesh of his shoulder and bury themselves as deeply as they could manage. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 26. February 2014, 00:08 Post #14 |
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HHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG It was a deep grown of pleasure and without thinking about it his head snapped down like a striking snake to bury his own fangs into her neck, his arms tightening to drag her close to him. The pleasure was, intense. He'd missed it, he'd craved it. This was something they'd never been able to do before, share the kiss with each other at the same time and just indulge in a deep bloody exchange. He could see why for some vampires this was the only sex they needed. The pleasure was greater than any sexual orgasm, in comparison sex was, simple. But that was an addiction death hadn't shaken him off in total. It had mellowed, and now he'd focused to the point where Lucy was the only temptation that shook him, but he had no complaints. She was magic, pure liquid magic and her blood was rich and wonderous, reinforcing the bond inside him that couldn't go any stronger, couldn't deepen. She was his Sire, yes, but before that she had been his Dominitor, his Fiancee, his slave and the woman he loved. He didn't begrudge any connection he could share with her. Merely holding her and lapping at her blood with his teeth and tongue, craving her. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 26. February 2014, 00:24 Post #15 |
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The taste of his blood was as intoxicating as it had always been, though with the potency of a Kindred to make it even more addictive. Which, given how potent it had already been before his Embrace, was saying something. The Brujah sank her fangs into his flesh, biting down hard as the first few drops pass her lips and danced on her tongue, realizing it was the first time since her Embrace that she had actually tasted Kindred blood. A though that that didn't get to last long before the needle sharp fangs of her lover returned the favour of the Kiss by sinking into her neck. And like that her mind blanked and all she could do was hold onto his as head took a dive into the deep end of the pleasure pool and simply started swimming towards a bottom that didn't seem to exist. The Kiss was something she hadn't felt in... God knew how long. It was a lot to entrust another vampire with that kind of power over you. Because it would be so easy to overpower someone who was lost in its pleasure and simply drain them before they had a chance to realize what was going on. Her voice turned to an instinctive groan of pure bliss as the small blonde started to squirm in his lap. Her muscles flexing and causing her to rub up against him while she allowed herself the indulgence of his blood and his fangs. Getting high had never felt so good. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 26. February 2014, 00:46 Post #16 |
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With hard one willpower, when her bite ended, so did his, he drew his fangs away with a groan and licked her neck closed. He didn't NEED to pant, but he felt like he should be. It was... amazing to share that, to know that she had felt the same bliss he had and HE had given it to her. His eyes stared at her with curiosity and concern. Did she feel different about him? His frost-blue gaze stared curiously at her. "I didn't take too much from you, did I?" Because he had NO desire to diablerize his sire. A practice he only knew about from some of Mac's grimmer stories that she'd ranted once when very drunk. He had an imagine it might be wonderful to fill up on blood and spend an evening just biting and trading blood back and forth, wallowing in bliss and pleasure. Still, he had to ensure that he didn't harm her, and that the bond wasn't settling into her in a dangerous way. If she was one of the ones who developed hatred, well, that could make for a damned awkward evening considering how much control over him she had with the bond he already had for her. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 26. February 2014, 01:06 Post #17 |
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Her head was still spinning when she felt his fangs leave her flesh, a shiver rushing through her as the brush of his tongue sealed up the wound as she had done with the puncture wounds she had left on him. The answer to his question though came without words as the Brujah simply pressed her still bloodied lips to his in a kiss that she instantly moved to deepen. Her tongue sliding past his lips to find his, to taste him while the taste of his blood still lingered. Hurt her? No, he hadn't hurt her. Not one bit. But he might've done something else as the blonde's skin was flushed with heat, and she was panting, squirming, nipping at his lip and quickly slipping a hand down between their bodies to tug at his belt. In fact she struggled a little with it because she was trying to actually open it and not just rip it apart, and that was turning out a bit difficult in her current state. Which seemed to be one of intense arousal and need. Okay, so maybe the combination of his blood and his fangs had a tiny little bit of an effect on her... Just a little one. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 26. February 2014, 01:19 Post #18 |
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This was one of those moments when his addiction came into play. Fortunately they were both durable. When the craving of his addiction for mortal coupling had passed he held her close, resting against her in their bed, regarding her with frost blue eyes. Ready to discuss business once more. "So, what should we do about Mac? The best thing, really, would be to just let her alone for a while. She'll either feel so driven that she'll make a play to kill me, you or herself; or she'll adjust in time and we'll see where that leads when it does. Better to play the long game in my opinion, and see where things come. Short of driving a dump truck loaded with bricks she probably isn't going to get in here easily, and if she does we have bolt holes and weapons stashed at hand in several locations. Two exits she doesn't know about, and several vault doors that have been upgraded since her last visit." He didn't want Lucy to blame herself, or feel at fault. He also wanted her to feel safe. The sun was the most dangerous time for them, but he'd set up the building to seal the vaults with the magnetic locks on top of the deadbolts when the sun was up. So the only way to get in would be to blow their way in... and exploding a door would be pretty easy to spot, same with a wall. But if Lucy felt they needed too, he could try and find an alternative place to stay for a while, get them out of Enfield and Mac's turf. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 26. February 2014, 01:33 Post #19 |
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Well, that was a rush... a more powerful one than she could remember ever having felt... and it was a very content blonde that lay curled up to him in bed at the end of it. Their clothes having been carelessly abandoned, some of which had been shredded, along the path from his workshop to their room. The blonde, one hand idly tracing circles on his chest with a light touch, bit her lip as he spoke. Nodding quietly. "Yeah, I think time and room is the best we can do" Mac struck her as the kind of explode if forced into a corner. "And while a part of me wants to be on the safe side and find some place else to stay for a while... I don't think there's anywhere safer than here" he had, after all, created a near impenetrable bunker. And maybe it was better to stay some place they at least knew they had escape routes if needed be as opposed to finding some place else where they would simply have to settle for any pre existing safety measures. None of which could possibly live up to his paranoia. "But, Toran..." as much as she hated to say it, because she was his friend... "If she or anyone else comes after you...? I'm sorry... I can't let that happen. I won't let that happen" her voice hardened a little. "You're mine. I'm yours" she grit her teeth. "I'm not letting anyone lay a hand on you" much less kill him. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 26. February 2014, 02:06 Post #20 |
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"I won't let her kill you either love. I've made my decisions on that. I won't kill her. Most of the weapons around here are nonlethal. But if she comes looking for trouble I'll put her down, taze her until she's lying in a puddle of her own piss and then lock her in the ghoul box. We both know those chains will hold her. Hell, they'd hold you or me... and while Mac is strong, we're both stronger. She also doesn't have our speed. Remember that. Mac is a dangerous woman. She uses fire, but she's generally an ambush predator. She sets traps, then goes toe to toe because she wants to feel the pain, she loves the rush and the adrenalin. If she decides to come after us however, she'll come hard and fast and try to put us down because she fears your speed. As long as we're alert, she won't manage much. For one thing, I've been putting in a halon system as part of the cover as an electronics building. If we see Mac coming hard we can trigger it and it'll stop fire from propagating inside." He stroked her back, holding her against him. He was a pretty smart man, and it was time to show that he could USE that intelligence to plan. He wasn't going to risk Lucy dying over something stupid. Something like not being prepared for Mac to lose her top. "If we see Mac show up on a camera unannounced we trip the Halon so she can't set fire to the building, which, fortunately, doesn't have much flammable material in it to begin with. Then we choose, we can either snag the tranq guns, the tear gas or just run. Whatever seems the smarter plan." |
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