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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 1. December 2013, 18:47 Post #61 |
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Her eyes followed his hand and then the feather as it was dropped and given a small puff of air from the Brujah who giggled with a bright grin at him. The small feather going dancing on the breath of air before silently falling to the floor. "Mmmm, sorry about that..." kind of sorry, though not a whole lot she admitted happily. "If it makes you feel better you taste a whole lot better than the pillow did" Lucy added with a chuckle arching her body up against his and slipping an arm around his waist. "Besides, it's your fault... you make it very, very hard to be nice" although it wasn't really a bad thing that he did, as long as he realized it might result in such things as the occasionally shredded pillow or red scrapes across his back when she needed something to ground herself with. "Though don't take that as me complaining by any means" the Brujah added with another soft chuckle form smiling lips. "I like it when you do. I like it a lot when you just... mmm, take control like that" She nuzzled into him and kissed his chest again, softly cool lips on warm skin. It was a lot of trust to place in someone who was bonded to another Kindred, to stay over, to wish to sleep next to them. But he showed her trust, and he had as of yet given her no reason not to show the same in return. And besides, she kind of desired that trust, because it was such a rare thing in her world with everyone being all paranoid and worried about getting stabbed in the back. "It feels good" sliiight understatement. |
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| Toran | Sunday, 1. December 2013, 18:58 Post #62 |
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He chuckled softly, stroking her back slowly with a broad strong hand. "I'll buy a new pillow a day if I have too. It's worth it." A shiver travels down his frame when she admits she likes him taking control... for a moment he has little images of Lucy in collars scampering around his place under his command, then his normal pragmatic nature tosses it aside with a laugh. "I'm glad I was able to bring you joy... and that I taste better than a pillow." His laughter was a thunder deep rumble of amusement. He shifts happily at her soft kiss and smiles. "Ah darling, you do know how to relax a person." He made a quiet vow in his head, to take each day and just enjoy them with her. Did he want to be embraced? Sure... but Lucy was reason enough to just enjoy his life while he had it. If Sawyer was right, he wouldn't have this kind of intimacy when he was dead. So there was no reason to rush away from it. Not when it felt this good. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 1. December 2013, 19:53 Post #63 |
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The shiver had her curious as she tilted her head back enough to glance up at him without actually moving to get up. Why on Earth would she want to do anything that would have her leaving his warmth? "Whatcha thinking about?" Lucy smiled, chuckling as he commented on her being good at making people relax. Because it wasn't exactly as if this was the kind of treatment or relaxation she offered a whole lot of people. In fact, the only one she currently wanted to share that with was him. " And you bring me a lot of joy, Toran. Thank you.." |
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| Toran | Sunday, 1. December 2013, 19:58 Post #64 |
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"Truthfully? How cute you'd look in a schoolgirl uniform, collar and wrist bracelets..." He grinned and raised an eyebrow at her, wondering how she'd react to that. He was relaxed, calm and truly loving having her laying against him. He leaned his head down and kissed her softly. "Don't have to thank me for enjoying my time with you Lucy. I'd do it just for the pleasure of your company. The fact that you blow the top of my head off with orgasms, well, that's just a bonus." He grinned widely at her from his black bearded face, his silver-blue eyes focused on her. His hand continued stroking her back slowly, enjoying the feeling of a woman in his arms, one who wouldn't flee or run when his moods grew dark, who could handle herself. It was a good situation. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 1. December 2013, 20:41 Post #65 |
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"It's a good bonus at least" she giggled in reply, fingers idly scratching the side of his body with a light touch that could've easily turned to tickling had she had the energy for it. The Swede bit her lip and regarded him for a moment as if in thought. "If you buy it, I'll consider wearing it" she winked and then nuzzled into him again and closed her eyes while resting with her head on his chest. "Could be fun..." right? Well, it had great potential for it in her mind at least. |
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| Toran | Sunday, 1. December 2013, 20:43 Post #66 |
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The big man shivered again, his eyes widening... then he laid his head back on the pillow, resumed stroking her hair and slowly drifted to sleep. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 1. December 2013, 21:18 Post #67 |
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Drift to sleep? Oh really? She moved but only so she could roll on top of him, resting her chin on her hands which in turn rested on his chest. "You really like that idea huh?" Lucy said, regarding him with a smiling look of curiosity. "Tell me more? I'd like to know what you like" she had some idea, but more was always better. And besides, part of this was them learning about each other. "I think we got this whole fucking each other's brains out thing down, but, I'm curious now" and like the cat she often acted like, she had to nudge this thing and see where it brought her. Chances were he'd be part of her life for a good long while to come, at least so she found herself hoping. And she wanted to be able to keep that smile on his face. It was a good look for him. Edited by Lucy Fehrer, Sunday, 1. December 2013, 22:12.
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| Toran | Sunday, 1. December 2013, 22:58 Post #68 |
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He blinked his silver-blue eyes slowly and regarded her before grinning sheepishly. "Sorry, you make me more comfortable than I realize." His sheepish expression and a blush spread across his face, his voice a soft rumble, awkward and even, to a degree, meek. "Well... yeah. Believe it not I haven't had a lot of luck where ladies are concerned. Been to a couple of clubs, had a few play partners, but nothing steady. Mostly just flings. Never really gotten into the more... adventurous stuff. But, I have to admit, a little of the kinkier stuff occasionally crosses my mind." He reached up, ruffled his own hair and lifted his head to drop it on his fist, to angle his face to watch Lucy more closely. His breathing comes in deep, calm inhalations. His heart thumping away in a solid steady rhythm. He was basking in an overwhelming stew of delightful hormones floating in his brain. The Kiss, twice and their two-fold periods of sex. He felt like his body had been beaten in pillows of pure joy. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 1. December 2013, 23:18 Post #69 |
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He made for a surprisingly comfortable mattress when he was like that, the mortal warmth that still flooded his body adding to the relaxed feeling the two of them shared now that they were both spent and lingering in a state of blissful happiness. Because there still only existed the two of them in that room and that moment as the world was still firmly shut out. At least from the Brujah's mind which was more focused on that slow steady breathing of his and the beating of his heart. Sounds that had her completely relaxed and at ease as she lazied happily on his chest. "Nothing wrong with that" Lucy agreed, the smile lingering on her lips as she tilted her head slightly to the side without lifting it. "You just need to find the right partner. Someone you can be comfortable enough with to trust them" and from the look of things, she felt comfortable enough to be willing to consider some things. Depending a bit on his tastes. "So... collars and school uniforms hm? I kinda already figured that last one out from one of my previous visits" the Swede winked and chuckled as she bit her lip lightly. "What else?" |
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| Toran | Sunday, 1. December 2013, 23:29 Post #70 |
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"I dunno, really. Never put a lot of thought into it. I like tattoos, which is fortunate I think. I like a woman as prone to aggression as I am I guess. One who'll go for it when she wants it, even if I might be thinking along those lines. And a woman that welcomes the same kind of drive in me. Can't imagine life like those couples that schedule their bedroom time. That always weirds me out. Seems like attraction should be a spontaneous thing, and a good couple wouldn't be afraid to show that." He rang his fingers down her back like he was walking his fingers down the bones in his spine. He loved having her there to absorb the heat from his body, keeping him at damned near the perfect temperature. Mostly, he liked everything about her. He was pretty sure she'd be willing if he felt up to going again, and that was an attitude he could approve of. He watched her with his silver-blue eyes, a warm smile on his face. "I get caught up in projects. I like to think someone would be able to give me space to work on them, but still know how to draw me back to the real world... and wasn't afraid to get my attention. And I guess you can imagine how there might be a few darker drives rolling around in my head that need to get out every so often. So aggressive can be good, for me." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 1. December 2013, 23:53 Post #71 |
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"Good thing you approve of the ink, I couldn't have changed that even if I'd wanted to" but, since she neither could, didn't want to and he liked it? Well, no problem there. "As for being spontaneous, I think we already established that we're pretty good at that" she chuckled, that happy smile of hers reflecting in her eyes as they gazed into his. Still fascinated by that silvery quality they had. "I'm not afraid to let you know what I want" although she was having way too much fun driving him into a near frenzy so that he'd merely up and take what he wanted rather than her simply telling him. The teasing part was, after all, as enjoyable as the rest of it. "I know I'm probably being clingy right now, but, I hope you believe me when I say I don't plan on monopolizing your time. I get getting caught up in projects, I do the same. And you have a life that in no way needs to include me in every aspect of it. I'll come drag you out of you own little world when I think you've mulled over a project too long, but I'll try, for the most part, to leave you your bed to yourself and whoever else you might bring home" the Brujah smiled, knowing that staying over was yeah, she was being clingy, but she at least recognized it. "Just remember to tell me no if I become too much? I rather you just be honest with me than try to spare my feelings or something. I'm not really the type to get upset over something like that" so yes, she'd give him honesty (as much as was within her ability to give at least) and she would hope for the same in return. Because no matter what this relationship of theirs turned out to be, she really wanted and needed it to be honest. |
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| Toran | Sunday, 1. December 2013, 23:58 Post #72 |
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"Hon, I never worry much about who's in what bed. I'm sure you have a life outside of me and if it makes feeding easier for you, I'm not going to judge. I like having you hear, you make a great heat sink. As for others in my bed..." His thick shoulders flexed as he shrugs. "I hadn't really thought about it. I mean, I'm a guy, so, like all guys I see people who are hot and react to it. But I never really plan to have anyone in my bed. You're doing a more than good enough job in making me feel like I don't need anything else, but if you don't need monogamy, well, I get that, and I respect it." He grins at her and rolls his neck, the bones giving off a series of loud pops and cracks as he settles back. "But my home is a safe haven for you, any time you need it. I have a couple other rooms, I can set one up as a bedroom. This one, with the security door, is just for you, if I bring anyone else, they get the second room. That way you've always got a safe space here." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 2. December 2013, 00:17 Post #73 |
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Well, to be honest, she wasn't sure if he'd believe her but... "I don't usually sleep around, you know" the girl said, giving a small shrug of her shoulders as she tilted her head slightly to the other side, still watching him. he honestly had no reason what so ever to believe her when she said that, but, she said it anyway. "You just... I dunno. Pushed the right buttons I guess and then..." she'd just sorta kept coming back. "I just... I mean I don't.. we..." foot in mouth, she did it oh so well. And it didn't help one bit that she wasn't entirely sure what their current situation added up to. So she felt silent, those bright eyes of hers which, despite her undead state, were still full of life, looking at him as if trying to figure it out. Gently, she untangled one hand form under her chin and reached up, tracing soft fingertips along his jaw before lifting to brush a strand of hair from his face. "I'm a vampire Toran... I get it that you're used to living on the shadow side. That you more than likely have seen and experienced more of the darkness in your life than I have, but... I don't want to limit you, if that makes sense..." not in who he decided to spend his time with or share his bed with, even if she was content and happy not to turn to anyone else in that way. Why would she? When he made her feel so alive.... "You're giving me a whole lot more than you need to" and offering her more than he needed to. |
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| Toran | Monday, 2. December 2013, 00:23 Post #74 |
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He regards her steadily, his face serious, his silver-blue eyes half closed. He nods as he speaks and his hand is still in the small of her back. He waits, letting her stew for a few moments. "Wanna go steady?" He replies with a completely deadpan, serious face. Then bursts into a wide grin and chuckles softly, a deep rumbling sound booming quietly in the room. "I didn't think you were a slut Lucy. But, I can see how the seduce a stranger ploy could get you good food. It's a logical approach and you're more than sexy enough to pull it off. I'd offer to feed you steadily, but I have a feeling I couldn't do it for long without dying. Only so much blood and I don't know how much you need to keep going. So I'm definitely not going to begrudge you what you have to do to get food. That'd be stupid of me." He grins and resumes stroking her back slowly with his hand. His eyes watching her warmly. "I dunno how good I'll be in a relationship. Believe it or not in the 36 years I've been tooling around I've never actually BEEN in a relationship. Then when I was helping free ghouls, the stuff I had to do to keep their drives from making them crazy... well. It's hard to have a normal life when you have to go down into a locked room every so often to ease the pressure on someone coming down off vampire blood, you know?" Surprisingly, he wasn't all that haunted by what he was describing. It had been... rough, but Lucy laying there casually on him gave him a sense of peace in his past. The prison was still a dark place in his psyche, but he had to admit, dealing with the ghouls had been humanitarian, maybe actually earned him a few good points on the ledger of life, so to speak. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 2. December 2013, 01:01 Post #75 |
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She blinked and then broke down into giggles when the deadpan expression turned to a grin. "Punk" she pouted her lips with a smirk and tapped his nose with the tip of her finger before falling silent again as he spoke. "You're barley older than me..." just a handful of years. Lucy closed her eyes, drawing her breath and taking in his scent before looking up at him again, still with her head resting on her hand on his chest. "Hunting is different from this. Just saying. That I'd flirt my way into getting close enough to feed is one thing, but it's not like this..." the Brujah smiled, chewing on her lip quietly. "I don't really like hunting aggressively, hurting people for it. Not unless they bloody well deserve it, some honestly do, I'll admit that" and really, if she'd already knocked someone out for being a grabby bastard, then what harm was there in taking a bite while they were passed out? "But usually, unless they know what the Kiss is? Like you did? Then it's amazing how many will mentally just rewrite it to suit their reality" best hand job ever? Easily achieved without even get their pants unzipped the whole way when you were a fanged predator whose bite invoked a state of utter bliss. "I've never been in a long term relationship either. It just kinda never happened. So..." yeah, she wasn't quite sure where that left them but... "I don't wanna push or rush anything. We can just... see where this takes us? I'll even settle for just friends if that's all we find we are to each other" even if she hoped if that turned out to be the case that it would still include the 'with benefits' clause. |
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| Toran | Monday, 2. December 2013, 01:34 Post #76 |
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"I'm good with seeing how things turn up. Truth is, I'm at a bit of a loss with what to do with myself. I've got this drive to help the Boss, lesser to help his Lady, but they ain't got shit for me to do that I can figure. So, I've just sorta been working around in here. Those cellphones are almost done, just waiting on a couple of custom chips to get set up, well, more the programming really. Other than that, I'm at a loss. I've expanded my basement, figured the more durable and subterranean this area is, the better it'll be if you folks need a safe house, you know? But, I don't even know if that's all that good a decision. Got told to avoid the sewers, so I've gotten about as far down as I can. The jobs I get with the street trash pays the bills, but not enough for me to order the kind of machinery I need to make that basement a real go to for custom machining. I can do a lot in the shop already, but for fine tooling stuff, or larger pieces I need heavier equipment which would look weird in a small scale electronics store. Hell, you've dropped by more often than my Boss, and aside from that meeting, I've never even seen the highers up. Got no idea what to do." He sounded... a touch forlorn. His time with Lucy was like a vacation, when the rest of his time was a grind he didn't have anything to fill. He was just... marking time. A boss that didn't want him, a woman who wanted to beat him for being under the boss. A best friend who enjoyed the gadgets, but that was about it, caught up in her own world of murder and mayhem. The big guy actually didn't have much of a life. He didn't even know if there WERE other ghouls, aside from that prissy looking guy who showed up with Margo. Definitely didn't seem the type to knock back a few cold ones with. What the hell is a ghoul to do when his Master has no need of him? Toran didn't like to think of himself as a slave, but he had to admit, he'd kill for a bit of direction. Hell, he'd been craving direction since he got out of prison, instead he'd just gotten a day at a time, a day closer to dying. Now that that wasn't around, he didn't know what he had. An eternity to run the electronic shop? Wasn't really an appealing choice to him. |
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| Mac | Monday, 2. December 2013, 01:49 Post #77 |
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There wasn't so much a light knocking, as a horrendously loud hammering on Toran's front door. It was created by kicking the door with her military boots, but not with the toes, the flinted heel's so the sound was more metal on metal. She needed it to carry. She was standing on the top step, arms wrapped around herself tucked up inside her hoodie, with a good serving of the juicy red stuff soaking down the front of her ripped and artfully torn jeans. She still had her backpack on, but it was slung over the shoulder of the side of her body she wasn't currently clutching. Pale faced, breathing heavy, and sweating profusely, she was running the usual fever her body went into while it was attempting to repair mass damage. "Open the fuck up! Jesus!" |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 2. December 2013, 01:54 Post #78 |
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"I wish I'd been around longer" Lucy said with a small sigh as the hand that had reached up to brush the hair from his face had ended up lingering so she could let her finger splay with it. "Then maybe I could've been of more help. I hardly know anyone in this city so far so... my contact network is sorta limited" and while good intentions were, well, good intentions, they didn't really help all that much if nothing came form it. Had she been around longer, known more people, maybe she could've at least pointed him in the direction of someone he could talk to. Who could help him learn the ropes, who'd be able to make him feel less on the outside. The Brujah could only do so much in that department, never having been in his position herself. "Mmm, we need to figure out some long term goals for you. I don't want you going mental over having nothing to do" because that would kinda put a dampener on things. And seeing as she much preferred it when he smiled, she would do her best to ensure that he had reason to smile. "You wanna set up like, a real state of the art workshop in the basement, yeah? Then we need to figure out how to be able to finance that" because while, if she could, the Brujah would've gladly offered to pay for it, she honestly didn't earn that kind of money off of tattooing. But she could help! Maybe. Okay, so she really had no clue where to actually begin, but damn it! She would figure it out one way or another. She had to. She... what the Hell was that sound? "I think you cellphone is going to explode..." Lucy frowned, nodding towards the small piece of technology currently making infernal sounds and trying to vibrate itself off the night stand. |
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| Toran | Monday, 2. December 2013, 02:03 Post #79 |
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The big man nearly jumped out of his skin, with a hasty apology he slid from the bed and grabbed up his phone. His fingers flick across the screen and he mutters a curse and starts running out of the room. His tall form thundering down the spiral staircase as he moves as quickly as he can towards the front door. His palm slaps the unlock panel on the far wall as he pushes through the ragged blanket and the door pops, coming open under Mac's assault. His silver-blue eyes scanned her, looking to assess the damage hinted at by his security cameras. "What's the damage? Get in here!" His voice is a snarl, his eyes blazing with rage to see her bleeding. He didn't even stop to consider his nude state, his huge hands folding into fists as he reaches behind his counter for an iron pry bar he kept for the off punk who felt like arguing him over the price of his custom goods. In the back of his head he felt guilty to racing from Lucy like that, but he had the feeling she was the type to be OK with an emergency coming up. |
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| Mac | Monday, 2. December 2013, 02:19 Post #80 |
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"When did you pierce your cock?! What the fuck? Whats the point of that?! Jesus, what if someone kicks you in the junkers really hard?" Of all the things to be thinking at that moment, perhaps her assessment of him in his nude state was somewhat off track all things considered. She pushed in through the open door, dropping her bag on the floor and finding a nice empty spot to simply collapse herself back and lay down in, facing the roof. Her arms were still clutching, and her face was as pale as any fanger ever got. "Had a small problem in Camden... Ain't any chance you want to fish around my guts for some bits and pieces for me?" She took a deep breath in, before loosing her excessively red hands and pulling them dripping from her her hoodie so that if he felt like it, he could lift the hoodie to see the damage. Her entire left side was a giant bruise of purple, that extended up under her breast and had ripped and torn away the leather holster she usually wore around her mid section. The bruise extended down through her pants, but the serious damage was on her side, which was a rather black gaping patchwork of bloody rips and tears. She'd actually had to change hoodies, the original one had been ripped so badly she couldn't wear it anymore, but running around half naked AND bleeding out had been a little to obvious. A hoodie was easier to deal with. "I'd love to heal this fucker up, but there's a chunk or two in there... And I can't seem to heal around it." Edited by Mac, Monday, 2. December 2013, 02:20.
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