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| Topic Started: Friday, 29. November 2013, 00:54 (3,605 Views) | |
| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 00:17 Post #21 |
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He didn't need to make much of a show of it for the girl to still watch him. What? Could anyone blame her? She wasn't that discreet to begin with, and she already knew she liked what was under those clothes anyway. Lucy was quick to follow, deftly shedding her clothes as the jacket was ditched and the top pulled up and over her head before joining the jacket on the floor, while the boots were merely kicked off and the jeans shrugged off her hips once the belt was loosened. The black and red polka dotted underwear quickly followed suit before she stepped into the shower and reached for his hands. "Just us" the Swede repeated, drawing her breath in a small gasp when the hot water hit her skin, resulting in a giggle and what was perhaps best described as a sort of small dance before her skin was ready to accept the sudden change of temperature. "Hothothothot!" |
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| Toran | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 00:34 Post #22 |
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Toran laughs softly and turns down the water, his eyes half closing as he reduces the temperature. "That better?" He regarded the slim nude vampire warmly, regarding her with a heavy dose of affection as he shuts the glass door behind her, letting them get enveloped in the steam. The large man did indeed pick her back up, but it was to dribble shampoo into her hair and start washing it with one of his large nimble hands, his silver eyes half closed as he concentrated. It was one of his things, he enjoyed showering with someone he cared about. He was rather amazed he hadn't had it spoiled for him in Prison, but then, maybe they had been too scared to jump him in a wide open space full of protruding metal fixtures. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 01:20 Post #23 |
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That seemingly little gesture left her staring somewhat awe struck for a moment or two before her eyes half way closed in quiet enjoyment. ------ A good while later, a trail of water drops and wet footprints leading across the floor from the bathroom to the bedroom, marked by a couple of discarded and still damp towels, the Brujah could be found happily curled up under the covers. One arm draped over the Ghoul's massive frame while resting her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 01:25 Post #24 |
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Toran kept her tucked against his side and stroked her skin slowly, his voice soft, but he's not saying anything. Just humming a soft song, his eyes half closed. She was cool against him, but the sheets and residual shower heat made it a welcome coolness. He rested one huge hand on her hip and regarded her, his head propped on his other arm. "You do know how to calm me, don't you?" His smile is warm and he chuckles softly. He wasn't completely spent, but it had definitely been vigorous enough for him to feel warm and sleepy. He wasn't used to a woman so obviously stronger than he was, even with his supernatural might. It had it's charms. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 11:13 Post #25 |
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Lucy let out a content little sigh as she smiled up at him, half closed eyes reflecting the smile of her lips as she traced a hand across his his chest. Small circles of her fingertips as they danced across his warm skin. "Don't tell anyone, but it's one of my superpowers" she whispered all conspiratorial before the poor attempt of being serious ended with a chuckle. "Mmm, it's not too bad a thing to be good at though, is it? I quite like it when you smile like that" the Brujah purred, sliding her leg against his, perfectly happy to stay as they were. The contrasts sort of fascinated her, the difference between the man who gave in to his desires and took what he wanted, and the man who treated her with tenderness and washed her hair... Honestly, she liked both sides. It was a good thing as it added variation, though perhaps it also added more? If nothing else she was left feeling as if there was honesty in it, that he could be himself around her. If not completely then at the very least to a certain degree. "And we still got more of the night left.." |
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| Toran | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 13:50 Post #26 |
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He chuckles softly and strokes her back with a large hand, watching her with a wide smile on his face. "No, I won't tell anyone your superpower. I'll keep it all to myself. We do have the night, so what would you like to do?" He stretched slowly, the powerful muscles in his body flexing as he relaxes and then curls slightly around her, pulling her tight against him. His mind was starting to become a complicated web of affections. He knew his affection for her was real, since he hadn't tasted her blood. But he couldn't deny the impact of Sawyer and too a lesser extent Aguirre in his mind. The bonds didn't bother him too much, but it did complicate all his decisions, having to work through the web of affections, split loyalties. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 15:36 Post #27 |
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"Anything, everything? Mm, can watch a movie if you want, or spar? Or, mm, I can kick your ass in a game or Hell, we can go out if you want to" though honestly she'd prefer it if they didn't leave his place, at least for a while longer. " We can just stay like this too" Lucy smiled, curled up to him and arching gently to the brush of his hand down her back almost as if a cat. "I'm easy to please" she chuckled, her looks once more unobscured by make-up as the shower had made sure to get rid of that. " I just want time with you" the Swede said honestly, simply wanting to close out the rest of the world a little while longer. A complicated, difficult world where there were so many shades of grey they eventually spilled over into each other. "I like this..." |
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| Toran | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 16:14 Post #28 |
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"I have to admit I'm enjoying this myself..." He rumbled out softly. Toran enjoyed how responsive she was and the way she arched against his caresses. His silver-blue eyes watching her with a soft warmth. He felt so relaxed around her. Then again, it's hard not to relax when someone as vigorous as Lucy gets done with you. "Are you happy with who you are?" He was getting the idea that on some level Sawyer hated his existance, so felt compelled to see if Lucy felt the same. He wondered if he was simply so hardened to the predations of life that he had lost some facet of humanity even they had. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 17:19 Post #29 |
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There wasn't really a simple yes it no answer to that, so all she could do was offer her thoughts on the matter as honestly as was possible. "I can't be anyone or anything else but who and what I am. I don't really want to be anyone else either. Though" the Swede smiled, one hand lifting to let her fingers catch and play with a lock of his hair. "I guess if I could choose what I was? I would've liked to still be human. To get to stay out and celebrate midsummer night and watch the sunrise curled up on a beach with a lover... Maybe even get to buy a dog, get a station wagon and kids, have a family... Watch my parents go nuts over their grandkids..." she smiled, perhaps a bit whistful. "But that choice was taken away with a bullet. My only other choice would've been death. And I wasn't ready to die. I was barely into my twenties. So... This life? It comes with a Hell of a lot of pros and cons. But... All in all? I'm happy. I got to meet you. I wouldn't have otherwise" so yeah, for now she was happy and continent and okay with what she was. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 17:45 Post #30 |
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He nods his head slightly and grins at her toying fingers. "Yeah, what if's are usually a rough road. It's so easy to pretend life would have been wonderful down another path." He smiled at her and strokes her side, enjoying the coolness of her against his side beneath the sheets. "I don't really have any family left. Parents died a long time ago. Mac's the closest I got to a friend and she shot me, for my own good." He chuckled and shook his head slightly, his silver-blue eyes regarding her warmly. "I'm pretty damned happy with where I am." Well, he was, and he wasn't. He disliked the thought of being so at the mercy of others to stay alive, to keep his cancer at bay. Knowing that one misstep and they could decide to throw him away, eliminate his cure and send him right back to being a dying man with no real future. That he hated... but he was getting the idea that they were all paranoid about something, so he was just going to let it drop. No sense jinxing himself if they weren't willing to share their immortality without a collar. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 18:32 Post #31 |
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The words just kind of slipped, silly little words that she wasnt even sure why she spoke. Fuck, she probably would've blushed had she been mortal. "Are you happy with me?" |
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| Toran | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 18:39 Post #32 |
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He laughed softly and placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Yes, I am. You've added an element I wasn't aware I was missing. Companionship. Got used to being alone for long stretches of time, sorta forgot how nice it was to have someone around to share things with. So yeah, I'm very happy you're here." He was too. No dissembling or fooling himself. He genuinely enjoyed her presence and spending time with her. He didn't have to hide who he was, or pretend the word was a simple happy place. She already saw the darkness around the world, hell, technically she was PART of the darkness in the world. But that wasn't really how he saw her. She was just Lucy, yeah, she drank blood, but so what? There were regular humans who still carved into each other for a bite, at least Lucy had dietary requirements as an excuse. Toran supposed even the half-life of a ghoul could be tolerable with a woman like Lucy to regularly spend time with. That made him pretty damned happy. Not that he'd go on about it. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 19:18 Post #33 |
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Oh, thank God, he didn't make it awkward for her. Instead, when he kissed the top of her head, she curled into him with a chuckle and kissed his chest before parting her lips to lightly scrape her fangs across his skin. A quiet murmur escaping her as she smiled, though she didn't bite. Not right away at least. It was more of a tease than anything. "That's good. That's very, very good..." Lucy smiled, finding one of the piercings with a light lip and tug. "I'm glad you're comfortable around me, even when I am what I am" because that first meeting of theirs? It could've gone either way, they might just as easily never have wanted to see each other again. Though that was an outcome Lucy would never need to think about. She slid a slender leg against his and draped it over his hip. "For what it's worth, if ever you wanna talk, or vent, or just hang... You know you can call me, right?" |
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| Toran | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 19:25 Post #34 |
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A shiver ran down his entire body and his hand slipped down to cup her bottom and shift her up across his form, his other arm reaching to grip the other cheek and smile down at her. "Yeah, I will... " He felt his energy... rising, thanks to her toothy teasing and his entire body seemed to tremble slightly. Fear? Lust? a little of both. She was a predator with power beyond what he could do and his body knew it, but she was also very, deliciously female and his body knew that too... and responded to both. He admitted, he wanted her to bite, it felt good, so good. He had fought through the pleasure on several occasions, but each time it got harder, and with Lucy, there was just enough trust there that he didn't think he could manage it. He KNEW she could kill him. Drain him dry, leave him empty, but for all his willingness to do anything to stay alive, he chose to put himself at her mercy. His hands squeezed harder and shifted her upwards even as he tilted his head to the side, exposing his thick muscled neck. "Go ahead hun... If you're hungry, I mean. The boss said it was ok, as long as it was my choice." His voice is a soft murmur, black clouds and thunder rolling in the room with them. His silver-blue eyes closing just from the sheet joy of having her there atop him. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 20:55 Post #35 |
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Oh, she loved that reaction. The way he touched her, his hands, strong and rough from work, moving across her skin, grabbing and moving her. And his voice... She shivered again, a quiet groan slipping from her lips as she dipped her head and brushed them lightly across his skin where his shoulder met his neck. The warmth of his skin and the pulse of his blood so very close. "Just a bite..." just a small mouthful she promised herself, and in turn him. But though she knew well what pleasures the Kiss offered there was nothing wrong in wanting to give more, was it? A soft gentle hand snaked down between their two bodies to let nimble fingers brush lightly along his length before wrapping around him just as her fangs pierced his skin and sank into his flesh. What? It was only nice... Right? |
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| Toran | Sunday, 1. December 2013, 01:31 Post #36 |
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Bliss. Euphoria. Ecstasy. The Kiss was called many things... for Toran, it was both a curse and a blessing. When it was Lucy, he didn't fear, and he did, but he delighted in the fear. Offering himself to the predator. The pleasure that exploded through his body bringing him to full arousal and causing a shiver to pass through his large frame. A deep hum of delight escaping his bearded lips. His hands clenched on her backside, but he managed to retain enough awareness not to crush down, to avoid breaking her pelvis or one of the many injuries potence fueled carelessness could inspire. His silver eyes rolled up in his head and his breathing slowed, as though he sought to remove every distraction from his body but her fangs. Stupid? To allow a vampire proven to be faster and stronger than him get him in a position where he couldn't fight back? Probably... he could hear Mac laughing, her scorn at allowing a vampire to bite you just for the sexual thrill, and how stupid he was to mix it up physically with a "fanger" but he didn't care. Tiny shivers, almost a sexual climax traveled up and down his muscle groups. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 1. December 2013, 01:42 Post #37 |
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The Swede let out a muffled moan when she felt how his arms tightened around her. Her own hand uhm, tending to his body's physical reactions while she let herself savour the warmth of the blood that flowed from the bite and across her tongue. A sensation made all that much better by the simple fact that he gave it willingly. There was no lies in that one moment, he knew what she was, he knew what she was doing, and he was letting her. Lucy groaned and bit down a little harder, but she also focused, focused damn hard on only taking that mouthful she had promised herself she would, though still allowing herself to draw out the experience for both of them. Nimble fingers continuing their caress as if to make sure he truly got the most out of it. She was nice that way, right? It could've been seconds, minutes, hours? Who really cared? It was first when she gently eased her fangs from his flesh that the power of the Kiss ended. The brush of a wet tongue tracing across the puncture wounds to make sure not a single drop was wasted while the wounds were closed up to leave behind no trace of her bite. So... sweet... So... rich.... So... The Brujah's lips brushed against his eat in a heated whisper, the smile reflecting in her voice. "You taste so sweet..." |
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| Toran | Sunday, 1. December 2013, 01:48 Post #38 |
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He blinked slowly, taking a while to come out of it, his eyes wide as he regarded her. He started taking slow deep breaths, though his hands slid her body downward slightly to let her own actions rub against her stomach with a grin. "You say that like I taste... different. Does blood come in different flavors?" He was trying to avoid flipping them both and ravaging her like an animal, though she seemed to be determined to stir his blood to the point of fire once more. Goodness knows that Kiss had been more than enough to wash any fatigue from his mind and put him back in the mood. He had to admit, he loved the slight trace of blood on her lips and the sight of her fangs. It was... erotic. When he was younger he used to love that terrible vampire books. Not Twilight, fuck that yuppie shit, but the decent ones. Anne Rice and shit. It was a silly boy fantasy that he'd have sworn he outgrew the first time one of the demented things tried to bleed him, but, considering his reaction to Lucy's face at that moment... maybe he hadn't. If she was going to be over more often, he might want to warn her about some of the safety features. He didn't want her to turn the entire first floor into an inferno by triggering his break-in traps. He took a deep breath and shuddered again, that shit could wait. For now there was just the beautiful woman resting on his over muscled chest and smiling at him. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 1. December 2013, 02:03 Post #39 |
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The fangs honestly couldn't be helped, he might've noticed it before too, even when she hadn't bitten him? When she got in a certain mood, they tended to manifest. And seeing how he wasn't exactly reacting negatively to them, the Brujah saw no reason to make them go away either. Heh, truth to be told she probably wasn't really thinking about it at all as she watched him with a lingering smile across blood stained lips. "Mmm... it does..." Lucy answered with a smile and a slow grind of her hips just to add a little pressure to what her hand was already doing. "And yours is very... very sweet... and rich" more so than anyone else she'd ever tasted. And because Lucy was Lucy, her grin widened a little as she added "And you taste even better when you're aroused..." a lot of things influenced the taste of someone's blood, and while some vampires loved to taste the adrenaline, the fear that they could instil in their prey, she much more preferred this. Sure, she was, in the end, the stronger of the two. She was the vampire. She was the predator. Right? But, she seemed to like it when she was able to "push" him enough to take charge. Which, by now, she was getting fairly good at if she was to say so herself. |
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| Toran | Sunday, 1. December 2013, 02:08 Post #40 |
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The grind and bloody smile did it, pushed him far enough that he couldn't hold still. He rolled, taking her small body beneath his, silver-blue eyes flashing in a sudden spark of lust. He leaned down to kiss her, even as his hands were leaving her backside and sliding to grip her knees and pull them apart, he was rather afraid that he wasn't going to be quite as gentle this time around, thought still controlled enough to do no lasting harm. He knew she could take a bit more of a beating than a human woman, and it showed in the way he forced himself in, his lips traveling along her neck, his square teeth nipping into the hollow of her neck, not hard enough to draw blood, though tempting, so tempting.. he managed to keep the control to avoid it. Once within her his arms slid down to wrap under her waist, lifting her rear so he could slide to his knees and take full advantage of his size to explore her form, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He knew he should be asking what she meant about his blood being, different, but really, he was only thinking of one thing at this moment, and she was lying on her back before him, target of his burning silver gaze. |
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