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Sigrid's Day After; [NSFW.]
Topic Started: Wednesday, 27. May 2015, 15:26 (554 Views)
Sigrid Thomasson
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It was half past 11 AM. Sigrid slowly stirred awake, rolling onto her back. Soreness. Her thighs were red with bruises, her most sensitive areas feeling like they'd taken a beating of a lifetime. She took a deep breath and slowly stood up, rubbing herself with her palm, not to please but to attempt to soothe. "Fuck.." She rubbed her face with her free hand, and slowly snaked her legs off the side of her bed and used them to stand, her knees weak.

London was awake and vibrant, and the sun was out- And she was naked as the day she was born, standing in front of her penthouse window. Her upbringing and sensibility caught up; She'd step with a limp around her bedroom before finding herself in her adjacent bathroom. Stepping into the bathtub, she'd turn on the shower-head. Cold water, gradually rising to hot. "Fucking .. Gabriel, did you hit my cervix with a baseball bat?" She doubled over in pain, the hot water from her shower rolling off her back.

Pain gave way to guilt. She thought about Christopher, sweet Christopher. Loving Christopher, who hadn't wronged her - Ever- like she'd just wronged him the night prior. The woman planted her hands against the shower wall and turned herself, allowing the stream to hit her shoulder. Her lips pressed together and her hands gingerly raked shampoo through her hair.
The shower water was soon joined by tears. Despite this, carnal thoughts of the night before battled with her regret, and as the steam rose, so did the visibility of Gabriel's message to her.

She let out a frustrated sigh.

"You have to call Chris. Let .. Let him know. Maybe .. the damage can be undone if you do it now. Tell him it was a lapse of judgement, that you're going back to him, that you'll spend your life trying to earn his forgiveness." She rinsed her bob of blonde hair and removed the mobile showerhead from it's dock. She'd slip it across her stomach and under her arms, and then between her legs for a moment. "You have to. You have to."

Moments later, Sigrid sat in her kitchen, staring at a meager breakfast of an apple, a bowl of cereal, and a glass of orange juice, her cellphone prominently resting against the cereal bowl. She took a drink, her gray eyes honed in on the phone. Taking it into her hands, she activated her passcode, then went through Contacts..then Christopher. The man's face stared up at her in a still photograph next to his name. Smiling. The moment she took this photo of him was fresh on her mind, they'd gone to the zoo together on a hot July afternoon.

A trembling finger rest against the call button, before she set her phone down, taking another drink of her juice. A few messy bites of cereal found their way into her mouth, and she shoved the phone away, sliding it across her table. Sigrid leaned forward, coiling her fingers in her hair.

She called him.

"Hello, Chris?"

"Hello, Siggy. How's London?"

"It's alright, how are you?"

"Good, how's Olivia?"

Sigrid glared out into the distance.

"Mum's as well as to be expected, dear, with her condition.

"I'm - I was hoping she had had a better day. You said you were to see her this morning, yeah?"

The woman leaned forward, burying her face into her palm. The same palm that had been wrapped around Gabriel. She would jaunt her head free and speak in response, her teeth briefly digging into her upper lip.

" "I did. She's not doing well."

" "That's a shame. I'm sorry, babe.

" "Thank you. There's something I wanted to talk to you about-"

" "There's something I wanted to talk to YOU about, actually! I wanted to keep it a surprise, but I've bought plane tickets to come and see you. I managed to sneak away from the business and spare away a week. Inn't that grand?"

Sigrid paled and shifted her phone to her free hand. She slowly stood, despite her soreness, and gazed into her reflection in the kitchen microwave's door. " Of course. ..Of course, Chrissy! I can't wait to see you, love-"

" Well, the plane won't be off until Friday morning, so I'll see you late Friday? What was it you wanted to talk to me about?

Sigrid kept a straight face, despite her stomach twisting into knots. " "Nothing, dear. See you this weekend."

" I love you, I'll call you in the morning. I can't wait to see you.

Sigrid turned, planting her ass against the corner of her kitchen counter. Her arm slipping across her chest, she supported her phone up in the air, speakerphone setting still on.

" Likewise. We're gonna paint the town red, Chrissy. " A quiet response.

" So.. what've you got on?"

" What? "

" What're you wearing?"

A smirk creeped across the nordic woman's face.

" My jacket, a red tank, a skirt and my boots. I'm in a broken elevator in South London, meeting with a client."

" "Right, I can work with this. You be the innocent damsel in distress and I'll be the swarthy and rugged elevator repairman."

She hid her grin with her hand. " "Christopher, elevator repairman is probably the least attractive occupation there is."

" It's a step up from 'fishery owner', and I happened to bag you, didn't I?"

" I suppose you did. I've got to let you go, Chris. I love you. "

" I love you too. "

Sigrid set her phone down on the kitchen counter and slid to sit on the floor.

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Sigrid Thomasson
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Around five, the thoughts of Gabriel now ran pretty commonly through her mind. She lay in her bed, a hand resting on her stomach, her phone being clutched to her breast with her right hand. She rubbed her fingers along her belly button, her eyes wandering across the texture of the ceiling. A dark thought emerged from the fog of the woman's mind. With her recent contacts open in her phone, she'd stroll down to Gabriel's number, then shoot him a text. Turning on the camera, she'd tug at her shirt, lifting it above her bust; Bare, no bra worn today.

She'd snap a photo of her chest, with the upper edge of the photograph showing her parted lips.

Lowering her shirt, she'd tap away.

THINKINGOFU ;)

Message Sent.

"You're such a fucking whore." She hissed to herself.

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When he awoke, after 11 PM the following night, and found the text he was amused for exactly a second and half before frowning. Really, titpics, miss Sharpe? What are we, seventeen? Fist she'd get hammered on a date to the point of unattractiveness, and now was flashing him as though they had had a quickie behind the high school building during P.E. Sure, she was blood bonded by now, perhaps even twice, but that was no substitute or excuse for absent class. He had to keep the evaluation open on her - whether the process of remaking her would result in her becoming a real active ghoul or simply a ghouled herdling still remained to be seen. Alas, had to answer in a way that would both deliver his point delicately as well as still flatter her, keep her engaged. Oh, ye gods, and the caps-text...

He typed in a response, pressing all the right buttons.

"Your lips look gorgeous and I've evidently not yet forgotten your body. But what I really want you to send me tonight, or perhaps tommorow, is your music: a piece chosen and recorded for us. Oh, and please start recording naked, and only after you've given yourself another orgasm thinking about us. Sweet licks."
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Eleven o'clock.

Sigrid's phone buzzed, but the woman was asleep, laying face-down on a soft mattress with clean sheets. The phone continued to buzz; And a gray eye peeled open like a lioness that had been jabbed awake by a hyena, zeroing in on the phone's screen. Rolling onto her side, she typed away, a slender thumb taking it's time to find the right letters.

My vagina's seen enough excitement for some time. If you want music I can play you music, but give the poor girl a rest.

Message sent.

She'd immediately ring him, as a thought struck in the midst of her typing.

"Why in blazes are you only messaging me late at night? Fuckin' hell, mate, don't you know people have to sleep? It's not right to pester for music, especially naked music, after a long and difficult day like this. I mean, you're sweet, I feel that, yeah, but fuck, Gabe, these graveyard shift meetings are going to kill me. If you really want to hear my music, come by my place around four. I had to skip out on a meeting today because of last night's dalliances. I've got appearances to keep up, love, you've got to bear with me. Four is good for me, I'm in a conference call for my band until three thirty and I've got a dinner booking for Baroness Altmann around eight. You can come by and help me pick out a dress."

She rolled onto her back. "How was your day?" She spoke after a pause, the only light in her dark apartment being from her screen against the side of her face. "Because mine was grand." She spoke with a dry tone. "Just marvelous, really."



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His eyes were scrolling over the message "My vagina's seen enough excitement for..." before the screen was cut off by the call. He let it ring twice before sliding to answer, a brow raised. Her vagina as an individual entity. Dissociative pattern thinking so as to remove guilt. Her vagina got fucked, not her. He answered, and listened for as long as she would talk. "...You can come by and help me pick out a dress." Wasn't that cute? She was making schedules for them. She had moved on to 'Gabe', too. Well, well. He intervened with quick sentences before she went on.

"Darling, the daytime with its pesky bright light and all of those commoners going about their usual pedestrian lives is... for them. Real things happen at night. Daytime is for sleep and computer work." A pause. "I'm chock full of business meetings and social obligations the following couple of days and nights, I've no idea when I'll break free of all of that. So I'll buzz you, likely at night, to check when you can see me. And it's no problem if you can't." He smirked as he looked over her wedding band, checking the inscription inside. "On the same note, anything I ask of you is not a demand but simply a wish that you should only grant if you find it amusing and when you do. There's no rush to any of it."

"How was your day? Because mine was grand. Just marvelous, really." Ah, sarcasm. Myess, the day might have been difficult for her.

He went on, folding The Voice so as to amplify the subliminal suggestion coating his words, just in case she hadn't finished the orange juice yet. His voice was fairly quick so as to cover any oddness in the speaking pattern. "My day's being stupendous. Woke at two in the afternoon, decided it's early. Pissed, loaded up on liquids and went back to sleep. Slept 'till five, jerked off, ate like I was swine, showered, answered e-mails and sent in an art review. The day is just starting, I've a business-socialising meeting coming up over much tequila sunrise and loud music, have to keep the clients off range of realising we're making more money than they are without them becoming upset or ange'rred."


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"I'm surprised you were capable of pleasing yourself, after all the effort you made yesterday. I thought you'd be sore like me. Gabe, I could barely walk for the majority of my morning. Each time I think about it, bent over the side of that bed.." Her voice carried a flustered sigh. "I can barely remember last night. I had a hearty breakfast, but.." She fretted, briefly toying at her nails with her teeth. "I was still spent. Most exhausting, longest session I've had since I first met.." She immediately changed the subject.

"Come over. We don't have to have sex, but I want to see you. Maybe we can share the same bed again. You know, before you waltz off to your meetings and obligations. I mean, I'm sore, worn ragged, but that doesn't mean I'm not .." She fished for the right word, "It doesn't mean I don't appreciate what we did last night." That internal conflict boiled up in her heart. She took a breath and brought her knees up, guiding a hand to massage at her bruised thigh. "Besides, I want to talk to you. About something that may complicate this thing we have."


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She was using 'Gabe' again. She hadn't earned 'Gabe' yet. "Oh, the day I can no longer please myself, I'll just double over and die..." And then the interrupted sentences, about the bloodfucking, about her husband. Good, mind clouded. She needed warmth, reassurance, and even spoke about the 'thing we have'. The thing they had could just be a one night stand for all she knew. That she wanted to tell him about the husband was slightly creepy, and that was saying a lot given how Gabriel was, you know, a vampire. But then again, a lot of it was probably the fresh double blood bond demanding its due. She had to be loyalized, yes, but on his terms, always. She was not to make the mistake that she was having an adventure with a random beefcake young man in her incoming middle age.

"Sorry kiddo', they're already waiting for me over there. Tommorow night, I'll save you a couple of hours, for whatever you like, I promise - is that good?
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"I'm sorry- I'm probably sounding clingy, I'm .. it's like, I'm not used to one night stands, or .. whatever you call this. If you want to continue .. err, meet again, tomorrow is fine. Nine, or so? After the dinner. Or maybe I can visit your place? Which is best for you?" She rolled onto her stomach and crossed her ankles, the weight of her blanket pressing down on her back. A pet name. Kiddo? Was he mocking her? Was he not happy? What could she do better? Sigrid let out a quiet breath.

"Just ...text me, and I'll be game for anything. I'll see you. Bye, Gabriel."

She hung up the phone and shifted uncomfortably in her bed for the next hour, fitfully unable to sleep. For what it was worth, she had just met Gabriel, and already he was exciting, sexy, intimate, amazing, all of these wonderful words rolling in her mind. She thought about his strong hands, gripping her hips, thrusting harder and deeper as if she were a mere plaything, or how his possessive arms kept her safe, or how his wide and narrow tongue teased at her own, how gentle his lips were. Sleep didn't come until the early morning hours, and even then, it was restless, and her dreams were aggressively lurid, clouded with a red haze.

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"...Nine, or so? After the dinner. Or maybe I can visit your place? Which is best for you?"

" Let's make it eleven, so I don't keep you waiting? And my place, or out, or your place, as you best please. And don't stress about how things 'might sound' or stuff like that, I dont judge."

"Just ...text me, and I'll be game for anything. I'll see you. Bye, Gabriel."

He managed to get in a reassuring warm "Have a brilliant day, Kiddo." before the connection closed.
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