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| Topic Started: Thursday, 12. December 2013, 00:45 (2,183 Views) | |
| Toran | Friday, 13. December 2013, 00:29 Post #41 |
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The big man looked at her and grinned, a hungry sparkle igniting in his silver-blue eyes from her slow kiss. He liked that thought, of getting to do things however they wanted. He was in the mood, but he was also mellow. So he merely leaned forward and kissed her deeper, softly, one arm around her waist, the other cupping her head to hold her to him, a deep soft mmmmmmmm resonating out of his chest as he kissed her. He was tempted. Very tempted. Unfortunately his bond with Sawyer was stronger, so he couldn't quite bring himself to ask for a change. Instead he merely decided to focus on her soft lips, her warm figure and his own desire to sink into that moment and freeze time. Every facet of his mind narrowing down to focus upon her lips, and kissing said lips. He was focusing as though nothing in the world could please him more than to just continue kissing her forever. He knew she'd be able to tell she stirred him, but he wanted it to be clear he was happy right where he was, making out and holding her close. Sometimes a man needs to show a woman that he doesn't HAVE to have sex with her, even when he might want too. Because he was damned happy right where they were. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 13. December 2013, 01:30 Post #42 |
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She honestly felt as if she could've stayed like that forever and be happy. The sound and feel of his voice when he kissed her and murmured against her lips enough to make her curl her toes. Warm strong hands holding her close while her own rested at his cheek and on his chest, trapped between their bodies. It was perfect... As close to perfect as anything could be at least. And it was because he seemed determined to keep it at that, despite the fact that she could tell his body was reacting, that she wanted to do more. In part to please him and in equal part because it would please her to know he'd had his fill. Those pale lips of hers parted from him, though only enough to speak, leaving them softly brushing against his with each soft word she spoke. "Let me treat you hmm? You can just.. lean back and close your eyes" the Swede smiled, tracing her studded tongue along his lips as if for emphasis. "I haven't done that for you before..." and that hardly seemed fair, did it? |
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| Toran | Friday, 13. December 2013, 01:37 Post #43 |
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His eyes widened and he grinned, his own tongue flicking out to click off hers and he nodded, shifting to lean back and let her do as he wished. He was more than willing to let her have her head in this particular matter, and starting to think wearing kilts really WAS a hugely convenient thing to do. He did as she asked, shifting so he was leaning back in the chair, stretching out his arms across the back of it and leaning his head black, closing his eyes. It didn't occur to him that closes his eyes on a predator was a dangerous and perhaps stupid thing to do. He trusted Lucy. He knew his Lilbit had a fierce beast inside her. She'd told him about it herself. He'd seen her close to losing it before. But he wasn't scared. Perhaps he was naive, but truthfully he did not believe Lucy would harm him, especially in a situation like this. They'd have a wonderful passionate and relaxed evening. There were no triggers that he could think of, so it was just a sign of simple trust and faith that he relax, lay back and allow the predator free access to his form. He idly thought to himself that Lucy was more human than he was on so many levels. If nothing else she was far more compassionate, open, friendly. He was a horse hair robe away from becoming a hermit... but maybe she could change that. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 13. December 2013, 02:01 Post #44 |
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The fact that he trusted her the way he did was one of the reasons she liked him so much. He had, already before the blood, shown her trust and in return given her reason to trust him. The first time she'd fallen asleep there and awoken in his bed, alone and well, the door locked so it would only open from the inside, one of the things that had made her look at him differently. It had made her want to trust him. "Mmm, good..." the words came in a smiling kiss that touched his lips as he leaned back and closed his eyes. Those same lips, just cool enough to create a small contrast to his warmth, tracing along his jaw before moving down his throat following the light pattern of her fingers as they spider walked downwards. Her lips traced along one shoulder, down his chest, lingering for a few moments at one nipple just so she could give one of the studs a slight tug with her teeth before moving further south. Her body pressed to his the entire time that she glided downwards until she was kneeling on the floor in front of him. Soft hands resting on his thighs while she smiled and glanced up at him him with blue eyes as pale lips parted to... |
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| Toran | Friday, 13. December 2013, 02:10 Post #45 |
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To say Toran enjoyed himself would be a bit of an understatement. He honestly hadn't believed that particular act would possible any longer. Given the sheer amount of steel now girding his loins, so to speak. Lucy demonstrated diligence and after a while, truly succeeded. Being a gentleman he reciprocated and it was closer to dawn when they got through demonstrating the bonuses that come from wearing kilts. Relaxing in bed, showered, holding her in his arms he smiled, kissing her neck, his voice soft. "You are pretty damned amazing Lilbit, I do have to say it. Thank you, for being you." He rested his head on her shoulder, enjoying having her in the cradle of his arms. In his mind, she fit pretty damned well there. He wondered what it would be like to die, to return to life, a changed thing. Forbidden the sun.... but gifted with strange powers and marvelous abilities. Each clan has a curse, he'd heard that from several people. Hers, a fierce temper, Sawyer's, becoming physical deformed, each different. But they didn't bother them, didn't cause him to give up his thought that it was better to embrace hell entirely, than live a half-life with his foot on either side of the grave. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 13. December 2013, 02:24 Post #46 |
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If only he knew... Knew of all the things he'd be giving up by turning undead. As it were though, it wasn't her choice, and she would merely have to respect his if it came down to it. But, for as long as he was human, she was determined to make the most of it. To hang onto the warmth and his desire and all of the little things that made him so alive. Happily curled up in his arms after a night that had certainly done its out most to draw her out of the darkness that the previous night had planted in her mind, the Brujah smiled, her eyes closed while gently brushing her fingertips up and down the side of his neck. A small shiver still able to make itself known at the touch of his lips on her skin. "I could say the same about you..." she smiled. "And we'd sound all sappy and soft" which would be true though, they sorta were. And she sorta liked it. A lot. "But you are amazing... and thank you, for being you..." the Brujah said softly. |
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| Toran | Friday, 13. December 2013, 02:36 Post #47 |
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The muscular man rubs her back with his hand softly and smiles, grinning warmly at her, his eyes closed but for silver slips. "I'll take the damage to my reputation if you will." He chuckles, a deep rumbling sound that causes the mattress to shiver under his weight. He had to admit, having her in his place was a lot more fun than not, that was sure. He grinned at her, kissing her shoulder gently. "Not man folks seem to keen on enjoying my presence. I don't know how to really express how enjoyable I find your time." He was relaxed, mellow, sated... and yet he knew that he'd rise to the challenge any time she flashed a hint of desire. It was just how was wired he guessed. He'd have to learn how to cope with such hair trigger erotic behaviors. Course, she didn't seem to be complaining so he was going to enjoy it for as long as she let him. He wondered if a person could get addicted to sex, I mean, really? |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 13. December 2013, 02:54 Post #48 |
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"Good thing then that I really do enjoy your presence" the Brujah simply smiled, drawing her breath to take in his scent and murmuring when he kissed her shoulder. Because while vampires were supposedly good liars, there was no way in Hell she was that good a liar. In fact, she wasn't much of a liar at all. She mostly wore her feelings on her sleeves, spoke her mind, found honesty far better than the option. It was how she'd lived her life while alive and it was how she'd continue living this life as far as such a thing was possible. "And you do a pretty good job of making me feel appreciated..." she added with a soft chuckle, sliding her fingers into his hair and flexing them gently. Determined, it would seem, to enjoy his closeness for as long as she could before dawn crept up on her. For while there were some who didn't want him around? Well, fuck them, she did want him around and she wanted him to know that. Hopefully, by now though, he knew without a doubt, that she did. "You smile a lot... for some reason, when I met you, you struck me as the type who didn't smile nearly enough..." |
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| Toran | Friday, 13. December 2013, 03:01 Post #49 |
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"I feel like I haven't smiled in years. Not since before I was sent to Prison. Did I tell you what happened to send me there?" He was calm about it. Her presence made it less damaging, less a nightmare. Or maybe it just showed him that he was DONE. That he was out, free. He didn't think to much about it. He just realized that the haunting memories were so much less damaging when she was around. She calmed him, helped the darkness stay inside his mind and out of his heart. "Made some security bypass for a guy and his son. Son was a gang banger, dad worked as a curator at an art museum. But he loved to gamble. Finally ended up owing some folks a LOT of money. So they decided to rob Daddy's museum. Only, instead of just doing that and getting away with it, they used my gear to break into the homes of the men he owed money too. It was a blood bath. These twisted fucks even killed their family. Then they left my bypass in one of the homes. A fingerprint on a circuit board brought the cops to my place. They couldn't charge me with murder, but they did charge me with 12 counts of aiding and abetting, conspiracy to commit a felony, and grand larceny. Managed to make most of them stick too. I was supposed to rot in jail for the rest of my life. Then the FBI released me when they caught the real murderers. They put me in Witness Protection, had me record a ton of videos and got all the paperwork showing that I was dying of cancer. I heard through the grapevine that the stuff they got off me lead to the arrest of a number of high level professionals, all of whom were gunning for me. So I came to Scotland for a few months, then six months ago set up shop here." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 13. December 2013, 03:22 Post #50 |
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She listened quietly as he spoke, the gentle brush of her fingers lightly trailing up and down the side of his neck continuing that soft gesture of affection as if to reassure him that yes, there, with her, the memories were only that, just memories. They couldn't touch him, couldn't hurt him any more. And while they might always be there, they were in the past while the warm embrace and the closeness was the here and now. "That sounds like a pretty shitty deal..." the Brujah whose own life had been well, pretty damn ordinary compared to that, said with a slight frown. "I can't really imagine what that must've been like..." after all, how could she? She'd never experienced anything even remotely like it. So to say that she understood would've been a lie. "At least you got out... at least you're not dying in jail.." now that she'd met him, she honestly didn't want to picture him locked up and dying behind bars. "I'm so sorry for everything you've lost..." it wouldn't make a difference, but he deserved an apology from someone, it might as well be from her. |
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| Toran | Friday, 13. December 2013, 03:27 Post #51 |
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"Well, really I did deserve some of it. I mean, I do make equipment for criminals. So prison time was sort of my own fault. I accept that. Part that really sucked was being thrown into solitary every month for about 3 weeks. Seemed like every time I got out another asshat would try to take me down. Then I'd fight to protect myself, win and get put in solitary to "cool off" they'd have left me full time if they were allowed." He took her hand and brought it to his belly. The inch thick scar ran from his navel to well around his back. "This one was a sharpened tooth brush. Closest I came to dying. Holding my guts in with one hand and beating down the little shanking bastard with the other." He shrugged his heavy shoulders and curled her close to him with an arm, regarding her with silver-blue eyes. "Besides, if none of it happened, I wouldn't be here in London, and since I'm enjoy my time here quite immensely, I have no complaints." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 13. December 2013, 03:56 Post #52 |
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"The punishment should fit the crime. That you made the equipment doesn't make you responsible for the ones using it deciding they'd up and kill people" thought she didn't argue him saying that the jail time was in part earned. It didn't change who he was in her eyes. He'd been upfront about it, she just hadn't asked about the details, hoping he'd share them when he felt comfortable enough to do so. The part about solitary kind of explained the apartment though which had that distinct bunker quality to it that she imagined solitary to have. But, he had told her she was free to lighten the place up a bit with some colour, so, maybe that meant he was starting to be able to let some things go? Lucy kept her gaze with her own when he moved her hand to his scar. Her fingers continuing to trace the raised tissue with a lover's touch. A soft smile finding its way back to her lips as he spoke about London. "I'm really glad you ended up here too. Even if you've had a bit of a rough start, I like to think things are looking up" |
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| Toran | Friday, 13. December 2013, 13:52 Post #53 |
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"It does seem that my luck is turning. I don't think I've been attacked in a solid week or so." His grin is amused, his silver-blue eyes sparkling. He continues softly stroking her back with his free hand, amazed at how comfortable he was with this woman in his bed. He truly enjoyed her presence, enjoyed having her in his home. They'd have to see how living together went of course, but a lot of those little annoyances were remarkably removed by her being deceased. Spats of dishes, hogging the bathroom, etc. He was somewhat amused by it. He grinned at her, a devilish smile. He'd avoided making a terrible joke about things cropping up when she was around. He was kind of proud of that. His sense of humor was awful and his puns were almost always bizarre, so avoiding one was a good step for him. Truthfully, he couldn't think of anything more fun that simply cuddling Lucy. Edited by Toran, Friday, 13. December 2013, 18:40.
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 14. December 2013, 00:51 Post #54 |
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The feel of his hand stroking her back was such a sweet relaxing sensation. "So me jumping you doesn't count, huh?" she grinned, though in all fairness, he'd been the one "attacking" her most of the times so far. Not that she minded one bit though, as having him want her as much as he did made her smile just thinking about it. Heh, it was funny how life tended to throw you curve balls when you least expected it. Like the bullet that had ripped open her organs and threatened to kill her. If she hadn't gone down that alley on that particular night at that particular hour, she might've been a Ghoul rather than a vampire. Bound to her Sire. Still in Ireland. She never would've met Toran if that had been the case. Going down the same line of thought, she could also argue that had she not tried to stop him by offering to buy him a drink after that little hick-up while talking with Moshe, she might've never seen him again. She wouldn't have bitten him and found out he was a Ghoul, she wouldn't have ended up in his arms in that alley, and she certainly wouldn't have spent the day with him. So yeah, coincidences. That's pretty much all life was. A series of coincidences (hopefully not unfortunate ones). "In all seriousness though, if anyone does attack you, you'll tell me right?" because while she didn't wish to suffocate him with her presence in his life, she was still protective and would without a doubt give anyone touching him the wrong way a taste of her temper. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 14. December 2013, 00:57 Post #55 |
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He smiles at her, his heart warming at her request and leans down to kiss her softly. "Yes Lilbit, if I get jumped again, I will let you know." He pulls her body tighter to his eclipsing her half under his own as he rolls to face her, enjoying her slim body beneath his, his eyes gleaming as he regards her. "You're pretty awesome to sleep with, you know that? You cool off just enough to keep the temperature perfect." He grinned wondering how she'd react to that little tidbit. He didn't know if she was sensitive about her daytime death state, or if she could have have fun with it. He ran his hand up and down her side, contemplating if they had time for more fun and games before dawn. "Last time dawn came and we didn't keep track, I showered you and put you to bed, locked you in to be safe. Is there anything in particular you would like me to do with you, aside from keeping you safe? Because that's not negotiable, I'll do that no matter what." His voice was soft, an odd mix of lusty and gentle, watching her with serious silver-blue eyes, trying to be as tactful as he can while addressing a real concern. The proper handling of her daytime self. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 14. December 2013, 01:41 Post #56 |
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Chuckling happily as he rolled them over enough to look at her, Lucy smiled up at him while bending one leg to let her calf slide against his leg there she lay on her back with him looking down at her. "Mmm, that's good then. I admit a part of me was worried you might get freaked out by it but... you never said anything, so I figured, well, that you didn't mind all that much" because she wouldn't have blamed him for thinking it a bit creepy. Not as if she would ever know what it was like. Day came and she was out, done, over. She had never slept next to a vampire and actually been aware of the experience. "I'm glad you find the coolness comfortable" Lucy smiled, back arching lightly while his hand traced alone her side. The brush of her calf gently answering him as it continued to move along his leg. Blue eyes locked with his while that messy blonde hair of hers had seen fit to spread across the pillow around her head like a small halo. "You're good to me..." she said softly, head tilting slightly to the side, causing the muscles of her neck to stretch, though she didn't break eye contact as she continued to smile at him. "And no.. just letting me sleep here is more than enough. I feel safe here" the vampire said with a small nod. "I feel safe with you. And the fact that you did that for me, and the fact that you kept me safe and still do when I stay over? Tells me I'm right to trust you" Her hand lifted, combing her fingers through his long hair. "You don't need to do anything else for me but let me sleep here during the day" not as if she needed to tell him not to let anyone in. It was a pretty self explanatory thing and he wasn't stupid. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 14. December 2013, 14:03 Post #57 |
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"Well, you being completely limp and unresponsive was a bit disconcerting at first, but it's not really creepy. I just look at it like a medical condition, which is sort of true." Her response to his caressing was... very nice. He grinned kissing her softly. She was so good at stirring his blood. Did she realize she was like an addiction for him? He figured she had to know, which meant she was doing it on purpose, or couldn't help herself. Both scenarios were pretty appealing to him. His hand ran down her leg slowly, catching it at the knee and pulling her tighter against him. She made him feel like a starving man confronted by his favorite meal. She made him feel driven to consume her, to try and merge with her body. His silver-blue eyes lit with a lusty joy and it was clear what he thought would be the perfect way to spend the rest of their time before dawn. It was an idea she was in a wonderful position to feel for herself, half under his form as she was. "It's not like you're not good to me too Lilbit, I like think it's a mutual thing. And I'll do my best to always be good for you." She was definitely mellowing him, soothing the jagged edges that prison had broken in him. He couldn't help but want to make her feel good, make her cry with joy and bliss. It was the only way he could think of to show her how much he appreciated just how amazing she was. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 14. December 2013, 14:22 Post #58 |
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The look in his eyes as he caught her knee and pulled her tighter to him was easy enough to read even without his body telling her what it was he wanted with the way she was now pressed to him, half caught beneath his heavy frame. The Brujah would never ask him for a promise he couldn't keep, but when he said he would always do his best to be good for her, she hoped it was true as she smiled up at him and flexed her fingers gently in that long dark hair she liked so much. "Yeah?" the blue eyes met his as her smile widened a little, enough for him to see the fangs hiding behind them while she watched him, closely. An arch of her neck lifting her head off the pillow to brushed her lips against his with a whisper. "Will you let me bite?" the question was asked as her free hand trailed the light touch of her fingers across his shoulder and down the arm holding her leg. It was obvious enough that she'd let him have what he wanted, though she was curious, if he'd let her follow her own instincts if she did. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 14. December 2013, 14:34 Post #59 |
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He nods slowly, brushing his lips with hers, his silver-blue eyes staring into hers. "You can bite whenever you want Lilbit." His voice was a soft dark rumble, gentle and smooth. He wanted her, wanted to possess her in every way he could manage it. But for all that... he'd allow her to lead when she wanted to. He trusted that she wouldn't kill him. Perhaps that was foolish considering she had a predator lurking inside her, eager to get out... but he didn't care. "You go right ahead and bite Lilbit." His hand held her knee tight against his side, his other hand had slid beneath her, cupping her buttock firmly, holding her close to his muscular body. He enjoyed the way she fit against his pelvis, the contrast between her strength and her soft slim form. He wondered if it were possible to die from lust, if he could manage to sex himself to death with her. There didn't seem to be a limit to the way he longed for her. It was almost disconcerting, but he didn't care. He trusted her, longed for her, part of it was the bond, surely, but he'd felt the desire well before tasting her blood. Edited by Toran, Saturday, 14. December 2013, 14:35.
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 14. December 2013, 14:48 Post #60 |
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"Hold me first...?" she wanted to be one with him when she bit, wanting to taste him when he was lost in the euphoria of their embrace. Hm, some kindred specifically sought out people whose blood held a taste they favoured. Be it alcohol, adrenaline, fear... Perhaps this was her own little addiction? Wanting the way his desire and pleasure flavoured his already sweet rich blood? She would be the first to admit that it truly was addictive. The slender Brujah nipped at his lip, the scrape of sharp fangs there though only teasing him with what they could do as her hips squirmed slowly to grind herself against him. Her slightly cooler skin rubbing against his warmer body with the slight movement she was able to produce, "trapped" as she was. "It feels so good when you're inside me..." what? Nothing wrong with a little encouragement was there? Surely the arch of her back and the subsequent way her body moved against his while manicured nails trailed down his arm, wasn't a bad thing... |
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