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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 00:14 Post #61 |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 00:26 Post #62 |
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Turn around? She honestly didn't need to turn around to ride him, though she did recognize the sound in his voice and rather than push it, obliged him. Her body moved deftly, allowing her to face him once more while tracing her hands down his arms. Her fingers linking with his and lifting his arms so that the girl, despite her much smaller frame, could pin his hands above his head as she did exactly what he wanted. What they both wanted... ... A good while longer Lucy's panting form was leaning over him, still holding his hands, her nails having dug slightly into the flesh of them with her efforts to keep him still. To keep him from loosing it. Trembling softly, the Swede opened her eyes to gaze at him. That mess of bleached and dyed hair having fallen down around her face to frame it in colour as a smile player across her lips. Her chest heaving for air she no longer needed, but which her body still tried to claim out of lingering instinct. A light nip was given his lip. "Happy?" |
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 00:41 Post #63 |
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"I'll tell you when my brain turns back on..." His deep voice was raw and soft... he wasn't sure how long the DVD menu screen had been looping, and he didn't care. He was, calm. For the time the darkness in his mind was quiet, fucked into submission and slumber. He was also exhausted, the glorious physical exhaustion of a powerful workout. He hadn't known she could pin him so easily, and he wasn't complaining. He drew in huge breaths making his massive chest rise and fall, his silver-blue eyes staring at her from half closed lids, almost blissed out of rational thought. "I think we're gonna have to restart the movie... I wasn't paying any attention at all.." He fessed up with a laugh, his voice a thundering booming belly laugh as he just gave in to the joy he was feeling. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 00:51 Post #64 |
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"Mmm.... we can do that" the kiss, surprisingly gentle and soft after something like that, was given with a low purr. Her fingers unlacing from his before being allowed to travel down the length of his arms and across his chest and shoulders. It was a good thing that he looked and felt content, because the Brujah wasn't sure she would've been able to go another round. She would need a little time to recover, and she would've needed to feed in order to fuel her body again. But, she had already tasted him once and even that was pushing it seeing as he belonged to someone else. Her light touch and the brush of warm lips against his lingered as she shifted her hips, to slide herself off of him with a small whimper before letting her head come to rest on his chest. She could hear his heart like that, feel him breathing, savour the warmth of his skin which she traced with the random patterns of a hand that merely sought to touch and keep touching. And she smiled as he laughed, the sound of his laughter echoing through her with the way she was leaning on him. "This is nice..." very nice. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 01:03 Post #65 |
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He chuckles softly and restarted the movie, shifting her slightly on his hip so he could tuck her along his heavy length of muscle and hold her cradled against his arm, his voice soft. "Yeah, it is. It very much is." He regards her warmly with silver-blue eyes and then turns to the TV, chuckling softly. "Maybe next time we should try an outdoor activity away from alleys. Don't want people assuming we only get together to use each other like animals." He was warm, soft... and mortal. His body felt the draw for sleep, but he didn't want too. He knew she'd be awake all night, and he didn't want to miss a chance to converse with her, to ask her about himself. But for now, he'd enjoy a good movie with a beautiful woman on his arm. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 01:14 Post #66 |
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She would indeed stay up all night, seeing as that was the only part of the cycle that she was able to enjoy. But, there were a few things that she would've normally taken into consideration that were currently not really registering in her head. And that, that might turn bad. Before coming there she'd done a couple of jobs, so she'd been a few hours into the night before she'd shown up at his door. The movie had been postponed due to other needs and desires, then, they'd made their way through most of the movie without really paying it much attention before another round vigorous workout had stolen more of her time. Normally, she was good at managing her time. Normally, she had a firm grasp of it because not having a firm grasp on it was a one way ticket to disaster. But normally, she wasn't this exhausted nor was she this comfortable there her mind lingered in a state of bliss that she hadn't felt in some time. Sure, her body had taken a bit of a beating (or more than a bit, even), but even that had left her feeling surprisingly good with how everything had simply... mmm.. yeah, that... no need to go into detail on that. "We can do that" the dozy creature in his arms murmured, her eyes heavy while she watched the movie again with a content smile. "Anything you like doing? Aside from aforementioned activity" That the pull of day was getting stronger hadn't occurred to her. She was too relaxed to notice, for now, as the sound of his steady breathing having a near hypnotic effect on her now that she wasn't distracted or frustrated. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 01:20 Post #67 |
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"To risk sounding stereo-typically male... I bowl, play softball, ultimate Frisbee, hell, even surf on occasion. What about you?" His voice was soft, deep and buttery, respecting how quiet and relaxed she sounded. It didn't occur to him that, she didn't need to breath, she didn't need to rest her muscles the way a mortal did. So there really wasn't any NEED for her to feel sleepy, or sound it. She was warmer than most vampires, he'd gathered that, he didn't know why. She was still cooler than him and her slight chill felt good against his sweat slicked side. He was content to hold her close, his body feeling the wonderful heavy sensation of all of his muscles having been stretched and flexed. He had gotten quite an upper body workout fighting her powerful grip, astounded how easily she could hold him. He'd known in his head that many vampires had abilities far beyond their bodies seeming. He'd had proof from Aguirre that some vampires, despite being small could be blindingly fast and strong. But, somehow the message hadn't sunk home until she'd made it abundantly clear that she COULD contain his fury.... and it comforted him. The same way the armored room with it's heavy chains comforted him. Reminded him that he wasn't destined to destroy everything around him. He didn't want to move, he wanted to coast for the moment, to just... exist, right now. In a mellow sex created bliss. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 01:34 Post #68 |
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"I like hockey" well, she was a bit of a tomboy. "And rugby, that's always fun" seeing as her Potence made her small frame less of a disadvantage. "I train a lot, or used to anyway. I haven't looked up any MMA studios here yet so" the light shrug of her shoulders said she'd look into it at some point. "Other than that? I like going to the movies, dancing. Though a night club has nothing on a good old fashioned pub where you can play pool and just kick back" she had never claimed to be overly complex. She was in fact a pretty simple woman with simple needs and desires, most of which based themselves around wanting to live her life and have a good time doing so. As relaxed as a cat in the sun, Lucy's hand continued that idle wandering across his chest, tracing random patterns across warm skin while her eyes remained on the movie, actually watching it this time around. It honestly was one of her favourite movies of all time. Right up there with Boondock Saints and B13 to mention a couple. Oh, and the Die Hard series. John Mcclaine as portrayed by Bruce Willis was epic. Showing no signs of wanting to move, the Brujah remained still save for that one wandering hand, while the movie played and Ash got thrown head first into a world of knights with bad accents and worse haircuts to battle the army of the dead. Give me some sugar, baby. Yeah that was one quote that was now forever attached to a rather steamy memory. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 01:40 Post #69 |
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"You're made for me... I've been doing MMA for about 20 years now. So any time you want to spar, name the place. As for pubs and pool, I'm there. The occasional bar brawl can be a great thing too, though I suppose now they're a bit more problematic." He enjoyed her hand so much, the way it traced across his curling black chest hair and heavy muscles. It occurred to him, in that "I don't give a fucK" sort of way, that laying back in a huge recliner with a mostly naked woman, a torn t-shirt and his sweat pants pulled down to allow his manhood access to the world, was a bit... unclassy. And he didn't care. It was perfect. The short skirt and leggings, his own half clothed state, it all combined to mix into his head and create the perfect atmosphere of "casual solid fucking lust, relaxation and chilling" and he rather wondered if all his evenings could end this way. Her stroking hand another affect, at did the slight cool warmth against his side, he lulled him. As she had soothed his beast, so she was hypnotizing his body with her soft stroking hand. His voice was very soft as his silver eyes started to close. "I can't dance... to safe my life... though..." Then he drifted off. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 01:47 Post #70 |
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Which, quite honestly, was bad. As Lucy would keep watching the movie, merely listening to the sound of his breathing until day creeped up on her and claimed her before she had a chance to realize what was going on. With the state of bliss that she was in, the survival instincts, rather heavily ingrained in her by now, was completely ignored as she thought she had more time than she really had. Though come night again... assuming she woke up? Oh... that... Though, until then? Until that accusing ball of fire that lit up the sky had the decency to go hide again, she was gone, even if her body continued to give the impression of life, there was no doubt that the vampire was out of it. |
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| Moses | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 02:12 Post #71 |
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(I trezpazz, delates meh!)
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 02:13 Post #72 |
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It was a few hours before Toran woke up from his impromptu nap and when he did, he realized the body atop him had gone from "cool" to "room temperature." His first mental reaction was a complete freakout. His instincts started screaming that she was dead. Then his intellect kicked in and he realized that of course she was dead. She was a vampire. The screen saver on his TV said it was about 3 in the afternoon. Which meant she had about 4 more hours of corpse time before she started moving again. He looked down at her, realizing that he could do.... anything... to her at this moment. Drain her, chain her, use her body... she was completely and totally helpless. He gathered her up in his arms and carried them into his bathroom. After a night like theirs, it was messy. He carefully gathered her skirt and leggings, having no desire to see them ruined and set them aside. Just looking at them stirred his body. Gathering the torn fragments of clothing from his shirt, her bra, her panties and her own shirt he chuckled and folded them too, putting them in a small box. He liked the scent on them. Blood, sweat, sex, it was weirdly calming; but way to unsanitary to leave out. Turning the water on to a nice steamy blast he slipped her body into the shower, cursing that he didn't have a tub and proceeded to gently wash down her form. It was... weird. Handling a corpse. Weirder that his body reacted to the memory of a few hours ago with arousal. He washed himself then toweled them both dry. Being a ghoul was... fucked up... Carrying her through his house he came to his huge bed and dressed her in one of his hoodies. The black XXXXXL cotton thing was, enormous on her, and fairly ridiculous. He curled her into a fetal position and tucked her under the covers. He knew without a doubt that no sunlight could reach his room and she'd be safe. He was tempted. He'd be lying if he tried to deny the desire to slit open her thigh and drink his fill. Like any other addict he stared straight into beautiful temptation, and managed to walk away. He set the door to lock from the inside and shut it. Now the only way out was for her to turn the knob. The heavy door, much like his front, was a thin veneer of wood over a steel core. All his doors were. Paranoid was his stock in trade. He felt sated in a way he hadn't in forever. Walking to a hall closet he pulled out a heavy cotton quilt and walked into his TV room. Pushing the button that locked his front door he settled into the heavy chair, still gloriously smelling of their passion, and settled in to sleep. He had a feeling he needed to get used to a more nocturnal schedule. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 08:40 Post #73 |
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The hours passed without as much of a sound from the bedroom, though as day turned to night, she finally stirred. Rolling over onto her stomach, Lucy wrapped her arms around a pillow and smiled. That was, until she realized the scent was off and that she wasn't in her own bed. A few seconds, and her head caught up with her, causing her eyes to flash open as panic threatened to set in. The girl scrambled, finding that she backed herself up against the headboard in the process, while her eyes flickered about the place. A part of her was probably expecting to find herself chained up or something, but... the bed was soft, her body unrestrained, and the room was quiet. The fact that she was wearing one of his hoodies finally dawned on her, the oversized thing having slipped off her shoulder and barely staying on her form out of good will, it would seem. It smelled like him... He must've showered her, she felt clean and didn't smell like sex. And though she briefly had to check, she could find no marks on her suggesting he'd taken her blood. Her eyes turned towards the door with something between surprise and relief in them, a small smile gracing her features currently free of any make up. He'd... "Toran?" the door was quietly opened as Lucy stepped out into the apartment on naked feet. Still dressed in the hoodie which shear size meant it really only could stay on one shoulder at the time, she wrapped her arms around herself and looked around. "Toran?" |
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 14:25 Post #74 |
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It sounded as though an apocalyptic movie was playing in his TV lounge. A deep rumbling roaring growl as some huge feral beast stalked across the world with pounding footsteps, promising doom to all that approached. But when Lucy peeked into the room she'd see that it was Toran, his head tilted up on the back of the heavy recliner, his long legs stretched out in front of him, his arms sprawled across the arms of the chair, a thick cotton quilt laying across his stomach, though it had mostly slid free of his naked, muscular form giving her a clear few of his right arm, tattooed from fingertip to the ribs under his shoulder. The crossed barbells in each nipple peaking among the black curling chest hair. The titanic man was.... completely passed out, drooling into her beard and sound asleep. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 14:44 Post #75 |
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She stopped... and giggled. One hand, partially covered by the much too long sleeve, coming up to partially cover her mouth as it split into a wide grin. The Brujah, whose own slender frame was draped only in that over sized hoodie of his, simply standing like that for a couple of moments while grinning to herself. How long since she'd stayed over with someone? She honestly couldn't remember the last time. The realization that she'd instinctively feared the worst when she'd woken up in a strange bed coming with a slight sting of a guilty conscience. He'd locked the door in such a manner that it could only open from inside, and he'd left her the bed while crashing out in the living room himself. She didn't want him to think that had gone unnoticed. Lucy chewed on her lip, balancing on her heels for a moment before shuffling off into the kitchen with small steps to rummage around for food. Not for herself mind you, although she might opt for a cup of coffee if nothing else. So, soon enough, the scent of coffee and, bacon and eggs came sneaking out of the kitchen. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 14:50 Post #76 |
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Nostrils twitched and the snoring tapered off. Bacon. In his head he levitated off the chair and floated like a hungry cloud down the hall and into the kitchen, pulled along by the dark red salty scent of bacon.... but no such luck. With a somewhat stiff groan Toran blinked his silvery-blue eyes repeatedly and stretched, the muscles in his heavy arms, thick ribs and back popping like gunshots as he climbed to his feet. Groggy and not altogether awake he stumbled towards the kitchen, not really grasping that his 6'4 frame was completely naked. He did managed to half awake scrub the drool from the side of his face. What magical morning fairy was producing bacon in his kitchen? In a while his brain would actually get up off the chair and drift over to join his muscular frame. For the moment he was simply a massive zombie wandering into the kitchen after the scent of bacon and stopping, confused at the sight of Lucy wearing a huge black tent. .... it went all the way to the floor on one side. He just blinked his silver-blue eyes slowly and made a sort of "grumphaaaahh" sound. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 15:02 Post #77 |
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The coffee was already made, a couple of cups having been placed next to the coffee machine, ready to be filled up. Lucy was standing by the oven, one pan with scrambled eggs and one pan with bacon being carefully tended to to make sure nothing got burnt. It wasn't exactly a four star hotel breakfast, but, it was food. And surprise surprise, the kitchen didn't look like a complete mess either. She might not be a chef, but she did know basic cooking. She'd managed to survive living my herself in the past. She rubbed the back of one ankle with her other foot. "Hey" the girl turned her head and flashed him a smile. "It just struck me that it's sorta late for you, and I should've been making dinner and not breakfast but uhm.. yeah" Lucy bit her lip again and let her eyes travel down.. and back up his naked body. "And you're sorta naked" the girl chuckled before turning back to what she was doing and lifting the pans off the oven to plate it up. Obviously she'd only cooked for him as everything went onto one massive plate. But having no idea just how much he could put away, he was a big guy after all, she'd opted for doing it properly. Funny, she looked rather comfortable like that, as if she wasn't a vampire, he wasn't a ghoul and she hadn't, like twenty minutes earlier, had a near panic attack when she'd woken up. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 15:22 Post #78 |
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"Bacon is a timeless meal..." His voice is a bit gruff, dark and deep and gravely with sleep. He blinks down at himself and holds up a finger, turning and wandering across the hall into his bedroom. A few moments later he returned with a pair of sweat shorts on and was finger combing his black hair, letting go a yawn that caused his jaw to pop loudly. "You didn't have to cook for me. I hope you slept OK? Sorry about locking the door, I didn't want to be tempted...." His sleepy silver-blue eyes were half closed as he sort of slid like a mountain into one of the heavy kitchen seats. It was one of thing to notice about Toran's place... everything seemed to be made of heavy steel, or iron or just big, as though he were convinced he'd shatter everything around him if he wasn't careful. Before it had been conceit, since he became a ghoul, it was just damned useful. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 15:30 Post #79 |
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Once seated, she moved over and placed the plate down on the table in front of him before moving to fetch two cups of coffee and returning to slip into one of the seats on the other side of the table while shoving the other coffee cup over to him. "I didn't have to, but I felt like it" honestly, did she strike him as the type of girl who did anything she didn't want to do? Lucy, her feet barely touching the ground, crossed her ankles and wrapped both hands around the cup as if to warm them. "Mmm, and thanks, for locking the door" she said quietly after a few moments of silence, blue eyes, as she'd removed the contacts, peeking out from behind her bangs. "I don't usually stay over..." and while she didn't go into details as to why that was, it was pretty damn obvious, now wasn't it? As she had been nothing more than a corpse during the day, completely at the Ghoul's mercy. "I hope you managed to get some sleep too? I mean, I know you slept, you were pretty much glued to the pillow when I found you in the living room. But, like, slept well?" he'd made enough sound to suggest he'd been well and truly out of it anyway. The hoodie, while much too large, was strangely comfortable, perhaps simply because it was as big enough to qualify as a tent. The sleeves were long enough that while she'd pulled them back, they'd still slipped down to cover most of her hands, leaving only her fingertips visible. Edited by Lucy Fehrer, Saturday, 23. November 2013, 15:50.
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 15:35 Post #80 |
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He smiled and chuckled, his voice starting to warm up and smooth out as he took a sip of coffee. "Yeah, I slept pretty good, it's a comfortable chair. Not the first time I've passed out in it." He rolled his thick neck to produce a couple of pops. "I can understand being worried about security. It's kind of my business. I have a project I'm going to start on soon, to improve this place. It's secure enough, but I need a secondary exit and I haven't put it in yet." He picks up a strip of bacon and chews thoughtfully, tilting his head to regard her coffee cup. "Can you.... drink that?" He'd known plenty of people who loved the smell of coffee but hated the taste, so they'd make it and dump it. But he was honestly working on learning everything he could about vampire-kind and society. His silvery-blue eyes took in the details of her face, her hair, noting the changes from before... and just enjoying the sight of her face. |
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