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His hand slid under the hoodie and cupped the smooth bare cheek of her ass, squeezing it in his strong fingers. The hand that was stroking her back slid up to cup the back of her head and pull her into a deep kiss, his tongue challenging hers for dominance of her own mouth. He had been trying to be good, to show her it wasn't all just about sex, but when a woman starts straddling your hips and bouncing, control can grow rather strained. He stood, lifting her up and carrying her into the bedroom with a soft hungry growl.

He would spend the next few hours making a deal with her, swapping into his kilt and dressing her in the plaid skirt she left behind. The sex was forceful, aggressive and raw, but it was fair, since they both wore the same outfit, nothing bit a plaid kilt. When it was over they were back in his living room, once more seated upon his thick, comfortable lazyboy, him is a dark red and black plaid kilt, shirtless, her the same in her own schoolgirl skirt. His arms once more wrapped around her, keeping her pressed close, kissing softly, his skin a bit feverish and slick with sweat from the exertions. A smile on his face.

"Looks like you are a fan of the kilt, after all. Should I start listening to scots to bring my accent back?"

There was soft laughter in his voice, but the relaxed pleasure at her presence was still there, his silver-blue eyes warm and focused on her, loving her presence and this casual intimacy.
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She had honestly forgotten she'd left the skirt there, though, nice surprise. And it was only fair she was in a plaid skirt if he was gonna wear one too, wasn't it? Of cours,e she wasn't about to call the kilt a skirt, not out loud at the moment anyway. But, it was a skirt. It was simply a sexy man skirt. And as every time she was with him, the Brujah could let her mind shut out everything else while focusing on the one thing, that in that moment, mattered; him.

Cradled into his arms and carried back into the living room, the Swede was a soft happy bundle of quiet affection as they sat back down. Her hands, as they tended to do, slowly travelling across his body in caress as she rested against him.

"Mmm, I think your accent is fine as it is" Lucy admitted with a smile at him, brushing her thumb lightly over his lips. "I like you for you" though, like didn't really cover it. And she wasn't sure if saying more than that was a good idea or not because she really liked what they had and didn't want it to change somehow.
"I wouldn't want to change anything" the Swede shook her head slightly, her hair a bigger mess than normal after that little rough and tumble in the bedroom.
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He kissed her a smiled, a slow satisfied grin that traveled up and filled his silver-blue eyes with warmth.

"Ah, that's a good answer Lilbit, it really is."

He rumbled softly and chuckled, kissing her nose. His hand idly stroking her bare back, the other resting on one of her legs, his head leaning against hers. It was funny, he'd been so much more hesitant to show any aggression or passion before he became a ghoul. The process had definitely pricked his emotional bubble and raised its passion index. All his feelings had swollen and grown more intense, even the good, mellow ones, like now.

He grinned and raised his hand from her leg, combing her hair back with his fingers, smiling at her. She looked gorgeous, as always. Sometimes he couldn't imagine how easily passion rose in him, but it always made sense when she was around. He was lucky too, he couldn't imagine how warped he might get if he didn't have her as an outlet for the drives that churned away in the back of his brain. There were times when he truly thought he could just spend the rest of eternity in bed with her, or well, having sex, the bed seemed to be optional. He just smiled and let out a soft rumbling mmm of joy.
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Slender but strong arms wrapped around him so that she could, for a moment, hold him tight. Her cheek pressed to his as she muttered a few words under her breath with a smile, more to herself than to him though seeing as she reckoned he wouldn't understand the language (as, if it turned out he did, things might get awkward).
"Fan Toran, jag tror jag holder på at falla for dej..." she turned her head and kissed his cheek, pulled back a little to kiss his lips and then a little more so she could open her eyes and smile at him again.

"I think you need to wear a kilt more often, hm?" the Brujah giggled, hands coming to rest on his chest as she arched her back slightly so that she could rest comfortably against him. "Although I'm not so cruel as to ask you to wear it outside, at least not while it's winter. Come summer though" yeah, then she might just bug him into wearing it more often. You know, assuming they still had, whatever it was they had.
"You should come swimming with me. I always love doing that in the summer, find a quiet place, hang out all night, just chilling" so she wasn't very complex, she didn't need anything fancy to keep her happy, it was the little things that she wanted and enjoyed. Well, the little things and him ('scuse the horrible joke).
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He chuckled, having no clue at all what she just said, and being OK with it. He figured it was probably something complimentary, considering she was hugging him tight. Languages had never been one of his skills. He did enjoy the kissing, returning it gently.

"Well, I can always wear them around the shop. I don't get out much normally. Though, finding a place to swim at night with you, now that is an interesting idea."

His silver-blue eyes flashed and his arms tightened to push her against him. He had to admit, this casual near nudity had it's advantages, it definitely added to the snuggling. His lips kissed her shoulder and side of her neck, smiling at her.

"Shall we make it our shop uniform? Just kilts?"

He looks over her torso with his eyes gleaming happily, he was perfectly content like this. He wasn't one for body shyness. When you find yourself in a shower room with a dozen other men on your cell block you start to lose your self-consciousness. Or just suffer miserably. Her tattoos were nicer than the guys in the slammer, that was sure... and so were other parts men and women share.
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Grinning, Lucy had to admit that it was tempting, very tempting.
"Mmm, I so wanna say yes. But, considering the kind of people you have coming by your shop, I'm not sure it's the wisest choice" she teased, figuring he had meant around the apartment, though seeing as he had said the shop well, she had to. Because that would've been a horrible idea and then some, now wouldn't it?

"I don't think shy is a word that fits me, but, I'm not that much of an exhibitionist" Lucy chuckled as she stole a quick kiss from him before biting her lip lightly and tilting her head to the side. "Even if I do jump strange men in alleys" a move she was starting to consider one of her better ones.
Bad judgement made life so much more fun, didn't it? It certainly made it more interesting.

"And then invade their home" for which she seriously needed to figure out a way to repay him. Although how the Hell did you repay someone for something like that? Specially when it wasn't just a matter of crashing on their couch for a few days. Sure, she didn't need much, but she was a vampire and she could be dragging trouble to his doorstep. So.. how did she start repaying him for looking after her?
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"Weeeellllll... I suppose for you we could add a bikini top. Maybe."

He tried to make a pouty face, but really, he was smiling to hard, a laugh rumbling in the depths of his chest. His silver-blue eyes danced merrily as he regarded her, still stroking her back slowly with one calloused hand. A task more enjoyable since her back was bear of all but her ink and the faint scars they caused.

"If it makes you feel better, you're really the most pleasant home invading alley mugger I've ever met. I mean, bar none."

He saw her look of contemplation and kissed her firmly, his silver-blue eyes regarding her levelly.

"Don't get all worked up hon. I told you, you're welcome here. If for no more reason than the fun we just had I wouldn't kick you out. But I like having you hear. Far as I know Sawyer still wants me hanging around the place and staying out of trouble, so since I can't really travel much, I like having you near me. Makes me happy."

He figured he really should get in touch with Sawyer and see where things stand. What exactly having Lucy feed him meant in the long term. But he didn't want to hassle the guy and while it made him anxious that he hadn't spoken to him much, he didn't really know what to do. He had enough self-control that he wasn't gonna start sending message after message. He figured Sawyer would get in touch with him at some point. Right? Ah well...
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"Yeah? I'm glad I can do that for you" make him happy.

She instinctively arched to the feel of his hand moving over her back, much like a cat might react to getting petted.
"You know, you should still check out some of my work sometime. The offer I made still stands" should he decide he wanted some more ink done on his body. Speaking of which, the fingers of one hand was idly tracing the lines of the sleeve that covered part of his shoulder and chest. It really was amazingly good work, and the body it was on made it on actually did it justice. "Although I dunno if I'm this good" she admitted with a small shrug as her fingers continued tracing the lines that ran over his ribs.

Hm... she couldn't help but wonder, was he ticklish at all? Her fingers did a few testing poke, checking for a reaction as, if she got one, well...
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Toran makes a deep sort quacking sound and curls away from her probing fingers with a noise very reminiscent of a bear giggling. He almost dumps her off his lap in sheer surprised but he managed to tighten his arm to stop it from happening. His silver-blue eyes flashing open wide.

"Ack! Er, *cough* um, yeah. I'd love to look at your portfolio and I have no doubt you're every bit as good as the people down at Cloak and Dagger, and frankly, since I heard about what prowls that neighborhood, staying out seems like a good idea to me."

He stares at her, his eyes narrowing. Tickling eh? Well... His large hands start creeping spider like over her back and hip, trying to test her for the same weakness, now that she knew of his vulnerability there was only one answer... war. It was war now. Until only one survived. With a mock growl he launches his attack, his fingers going for the inner curve of the hip and inside her armpit, two areas he knows he's terribly ticklish himself.
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Oooh, he was ticklish! However, that was one short lived little victory lap in her head as he turned it back on her. Something which resulted in a high witched whine and subsequent flailing. Because while she could fight, tickle fighting was just beyond dirty and left her a rather useless wreck despite her best efforts to fight back.
"No! Nonononononono!" flail flail, squirm, writhe, wiggle.

Stronger than him? Yeah, that was not much use when you were busy laughing and trying to escape. Or rather, trying to curl up into a ball so he wouldn't be able to get to her the way he was currently doing.
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The big man put his hands on her hips and stood lifting her high over his head. His silver eyes open and a belly laugh erupting from his lips.

"Victory is MINE!"

He grinned and lowered her slowly, giving her a kiss and holding her to his chest, smiling down at her. It was good to know he could respond in kind if she felt the need to launch and all out offensive. He grinned and kept his grip firm, holding her head level with his, even if it meant she draped down his body and her toes were several inches off the ground. He kissed her a second time, more slowly, a smile on his lips.

"Truce Lilbit?"

He'd have to keep this vulnerability in mind the next time he tied her up, creative torture, after all, is the key to getting information from anyone.
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Lifting her up only resulted in more giggles and a bit more squirming even if she wasn't actually trying to escape. The kiss managing to silence the laughter, though the smile remained as he held her close. The Brujah not minding one bit that her feet weren't touching the ground because hey, she liked it that he was strong enough to lift her like that.

"Mmm... truce... for now" Lucy smiled at him, knowing damn well that she'd be breaking that truce sooner or later. Perhaps when he'd just woken up and was in zombie mode. That would be a great time to spring an attack if previous experience was anything to go on.

She wiggled her feet a little.

"Hey" well, since she would already like to think they'd be seeing each other a while longer. "Got any Christmas wishes?" Lucy looked at him. "I've been thinking of a present but, I dunno if it's something you'd like so..." worth asking right?
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His grin, if anything else, showed that he might have similar ideas about resuming warfare, but instead he curled his arms around her, one under her skirt clad ass the other her shoulders, keeping her close so he could kiss her face whenever he wanted, and neck, shoulders, upper torso, just in general wherever he might want.

"Huh... Never been a huge guy for holidays. I tend to just make whatever I want. But maybe..."


His silver-blue eyes glitter as he grins.

"Well, you in this outfit and pig tails would be an awfully nice gift."

He grins and spins in a circle just to watch her swirl with him. He settled back into the chair, enjoying the way her body curls tight against his. She was definitely good at cuddling. He was starting to get pretty damned used to feeling her mostly warm form pressed up against his. He had to admit, there were worse things to dedicate a life too than snuggling with a beautiful woman, even if she fed off blood and most people didn't think she had a soul. Fuck em. He was damned sure she was as alive in spirit as he was, maybe more.
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Pigtails huh? Yeah, she could do that. Thanks to the wonderful invention of extensions her relatively short hair wouldn't be a hindrance to that little wish. So... school girl look, complete with pigtails, perhaps throw in some extra "details". He was an easy man to please in that way.
"I think I can do that" the Swede smiled, the spin drawing out her laughter again before he settled them both into the chair again, curling up tight to him as if she couldn't ever get enough of his warmth.

"Heh, it would actually go pretty well with my other gift..." she added, still wondering what he'd actually make of it when he got it. In fact, she was in part tempted to just go get it and give it to him so she wouldn't have to to wait and wonder. Then again, he might think it the stupidest thing ever and then that would make for a really awkward staying over.

Decisions, decisions...

"Then again you might see it and think I'm nuts" the Swede said with a smirk and a bit of an eye roll at herself.
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"Anyone who chooses to spend as much time with me as you do, has to be nuts. But I'm crazy about you anyway."

His eyes gleamed as he looked at her. It was a bit of a devilish smile, but he couldn't help it. She brought out good things in him, and some things that folks would consider not so good. But then, they were both consenting adults, so fuck em if they can't take the jokes. His arms tighten about her in a soft squeeze and he rests his head against hers.

"How is it that time spent with you seems to stand still and fly at the same time. Doesn't seem all that possible."

His voice was soft, musing. He was genuinely amazed that a woman like her would spend time with a big paranoid maniac like him. Boggled his mind. Still, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not when such a wonderful thing was happening for him. Almost took away the sting of Sawyer just handing him off to another vampire. At least it was one he enjoyed spending time with. Could have been worse he supposed. They could have given him to Margo, or one of the others at that meeting he had to attend.
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"Toran..." where would the world be if you never took a chance? Never stepped up? Never made a leap of faith?

She closed her eyes as he rested his head against hers.
"Can I tell you something without it changing things between us?" in all honesty, it shouldn't change things between them because she was fine with keeping things just the way they were. Happy to have it be like this, without any set rules or definitions to tag their relationship. so, why say it?

Well, she wanted to be honest with him.

"I think I'm falling for you..." love? That was maybe asking a little too much a little too soon. But it was definitively something. And it was more than a little crush or something silly like that. So, she left it at that and hoped to God or whatever deity might be listening in that this didn't make the rest of the evening awkward.
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His eyes widen slightly and then he kisses her, a gentle almost ephemeral brush of lips to lips.

"Well... that's good. I might not be the best at monogamy, and since I got turned into a ghoul my instinctive responses have been pretty damned primitive. But I know that I've been thinking about you damned near constantly... so I'm really glad to hear you say that."

He felt like crushing her body to his, kissing her, doing somersaults, landing on his head because he can't do somersaults. Dancing, yelling; instead he just held her close and smiled at her, a tiny sheen of water at the corner of his eyes. Bloody... frigging... ghoul... emotions cranked to 11.

"So I guess, if you don't mind all my flaws... I wouldn't mind spending a lot more time with you. If you wanted. I mean... yeah."


He was tongue tied. Tongue tied, confused and awkward. He wasn't even sure what he was trying to say. So he just gave her another of those soft ghosting kisses and looked into her eyes.
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Were those t....

"Oh, baby.." oh, oh she hadn't thought he would... "I told you, silly" the girl in his arms smiled. "I like you just as you are, I wouldn't change anything. And I don't want to change things between us. We have something that's just ours already. I think that's good... I'm happy with that. And with this" getting to spend time with him the way she currently was. "So just relax" she chuckled with a happy smile, cupping his cheeks with her hands. "Please?"

She wasn't asking him to be monogamous, Hell, she wasn't asking him to be hers. She had no interest in trying to limit him or have him make promises he knew he wouldn't be able to keep. She honestly just wanted what they already had, but she needed to stay honest for that to remain unchanged. So... Yeh...

"I like you for you" the Brujah said softly, returning that feather light touch of his lips with her own.
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Toran hadn't meant to imply she was, gah, he sucked at the word string meaning thing. He chuckled softly and shook his head. Silly, they were both acting like school kids and he was damn near forty years old. His silver eyes shined as he laughed and ruffled her hair, grinning at her.

"I'm kind of an idiot with words. Not all that skilled at saying what's on my mind. I guess what I was trying to say, is Miss Lucifer, I consider your my personal devil, and love our time together. We don't need to change it, but if you wanted to make this your permanent residence, you were more than welcome too... and if at some point, you wanted to entertain the notion of a forever sort of thing, I'd be open to that too. Because I think my life would kind of suck if you weren't a part of it."


He leaned on the word intentionally. He didn't want to freak her out. Didn't want to push to hard. But he wanted to be clear. He wanted to state his mind as clear as he could without screwing up for a change. She was too special to give up. Fucking, well, that was easy to find really, but someone he felt comfortable enough to let wander his shop and house, to snuggle with? That stuff wasn't something he came across regularly, and he didn't want to let it go. He wanted to hold her to him, but not cage her. Toran spent too long inside a cage to be comfortable having his freedoms restricted, or restricting those of someone else.
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"Let's just take things as they come hm?" though that didn't mean she wasn't tempted to take him up on his offer of moving in permanently, but.. Well, first they got to see how the next couple of weeks went. And even so, she didn't want to crowd him and well, there was that whole thing about him being someone else's ghoul, meaning Sawyer, while rather liberal, might not be overly fond of the idea.
A lot of ifs and buts and stuff. Lots of stuff. But, they'd take things as they came as they'd done up until now and figure it out from there. It was easier that way than trying to plan a future that no one could predict anyway.

"We got all the time in the world" right? Immortality and all.
She leaned in and kissed him again, slow and sweet.

He gave her something she hadn't really felt in forever. Or well, as forever as anything could be when you were barely past thirty. But it still counted! It still counted.
"So we get to do things however we want to" no rush, no stress. They could head over heels into something if they wanted to, but they didn't have to. Big difference there. "And I'm not going anywhere..." she was staying right there, in his arms.
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