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| Topic Started: Thursday, 19. December 2013, 15:43 (2,026 Views) | |
| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 21:37 Post #21 |
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Each new bite earned him another cry, the stinging pain soothed by his lips just before another was delivered. The pleasurable torture and the rough, well, let's face it, fucking, quickly reducing her to a trembling wreck as he kept her on the edge of pleasure and pain throughout the entire act. Her struggles growing weaker even though she continued to arch and writhe beneath him while he kept taking her and laying claim to her body. Crying out time and time again until all she could do was whimper and shiver as the build up of sensations came crashing through both of them. Red rimmed eyes closed tightly as she felt him ride through his own waves of ecstasy as they lay in each other's arms. Hers snaking gently around him once released, to rest her hands lovingly on the shoulders her nails had earlier cut into in her passion. His body so warm there it laid pressed to hers which in contrast ached under the abuse it had taken though still left the Brujah smiling with the way he now cradled her as if in fear she might break if he wasn't careful. "God... Toran...." Lucy's words were a quiet murmur against his throat, soft lips brushing against his skin though she didn't move to bite him. Not now.. she'd already tasted his blood once that evening and didn't want him as exhausted as she'd seen him when she had allowed herself to drink of him the last time. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 21:44 Post #22 |
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He let out a soft groan of just pure bliss and exhaustion; holding her to him, his muscular body pressed fully against her as he held her in his arms, his fingers gentle. His lips kisses her head softly, kissing the blond hairs he had so roughly handled. His breathing was the deep slow purposeful inhalations of someone who has pushed his body to the limit was trying to calm it down slowly, to avoid crashing. He shifted, almost sore from his own exertions, regarding her with a soft tender smile, looking at the collar on her neck. It did please him, that tacit sign of ownership, the declaration that Lucy, the strong, independent Brujah, was his Lilbit, and when the doors closed, in many ways she was his prey, to be stalked and devoured, and always cherished for what she was. He hummed softly, a soft tune, he didn't even remember the name or the words, just an old soft blues number that sounded good when hummed in a bass rumble. His eyes closed as he stroked her form, it was a wordless way of thanking her. Of showing her how much he appreciated her gift to him. That he appreciated the woman who danced in as little as she needed for any task, who encouraged him to wear his family kilts without making him feel silly. The woman who had hunted him, and fallen into her own form of slavery. It made him warm, contented and happy, even the dark beast in the back of his mind seemed asleep, sated by the violent claiming he has just completed. It truly was a wonderful Christmas present. Edited by Toran, Thursday, 19. December 2013, 21:45.
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 22:08 Post #23 |
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She should probably heal up the red bruised marks left behind by his teeth shouldn't she? Though, she liked how they looked, which meant they were allowed to stay while she watched him and listened to that warm, relaxing sound of his voice. One hand lifting to his cheek, to trace her fingers gently along the line of his jaw and push a stray lock of hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear while she smiled. A happy content look gracing her features there she rested in the warmth of his embrace, sighing quietly to the way he soothed her body with the slow strokes of his hands over her form. He looked so... peaceful, when he was like that. Balanced, centred and calm. "You look so happy..." the Brujah whispered softly, lifting her head just enough to brush her lips against his in a tender show of affection. "I like how you smile when you're like this..." all mellow and gentle and content. The voices in the back his mind giving him a small reprieve and allowing him silence. It was tempting to simply stay like that for the rest of the night, though, unless he had plans, she did have plans, for both of them. Although she would happily stay a little while longer, allowing both of them to catch their breaths and regain their strength. Well, he'd be able to catch his breath, hers was still an old habit to appear human though no longer needed. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 22:14 Post #24 |
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The muscular man grinned at her, his voice soft. "Some might find it disturbing that I get so relaxed after an act of barbarism like that... one of the things that tells me how wonderful you are." His silver-blue eyes flashed and he rolled to his side, pulling her against him without crushing her flat. He could stroke her side that way, enjoy the slim muscular curves of her frame, strong without being overly muscled. It was a good look for her. The ink just made her stand out all the more beautifully. He was a barbarian, he could admit that. A simple, uncomplicated savage at heart. It worked for him and he was learning to accept it for what it was. If Lucy could fall for him, it couldn't be as bad as he'd started to think it was. A final deep breath and his body was calm again, he stretched letting his muscles pop at the joints as the bones flexed. His black hair covering his frame with light curls, matching his hair and beard. He'd lost a great deal of his tan since coming to London and getting caught up once more in this dark world of predator and prey. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 22:33 Post #25 |
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"How can I find it disturbing when I'm the one who encouraged it?" she simply grinned, fully aware of her own part in bringing out that side of him and completely willing to owe up to it. The playful chuckle though ended in a warm humming sound as he rolled to his side, bringing her with him. The touch of her hand tracing down the side of his neck and along his shoulder before coming to rest on his chest, curling her fingers lightly in the dark hair. That he'd lost his tan didn't bother her, why would it? He was living in a world quite different from the one he'd been used to. Well, different in a lot of ways at least and all too similar in others. But, in the big picture the loss of a bit of colour was a small price to pay, wasn't it? A rather insignificant detail that did nothing to take away from the way she perceived him. "Mmm... I'm in no rush to move from here, but... I was gonna ask if you wanted to go out with me? I thought we could try and catch a late movie, maybe grab something to eat on the way home?" you know, like normal people, doing normal things. And just like he didn't want her to think it was only about the sex, though admittedly amazing, she wanted him to know that she didn't only want him for his body either. Even if it was delicious in more ways than one. No, the Brujah wanted him. Wanted it to be a real thing between them. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 22:37 Post #26 |
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He grinned wide and half closed his eyes, giving it serious thought. "Well, the Desolation of Smaug is out... I SUPPOSE you could convince me to go and see it. If you played your cards right." His hands stroked smoothly down her side, and his satisfied grin made it clear he was playing with her, his silver-blue eyes gleaming. A movie sounded pretty damned awesome. A movie with her, even better. He tried to remember the last time he had even gone to see a movie in the theater? The fact that he couldn't remember probably meant it was too damned long. "I suppose I'll find my kilt then, that and a turtleneck should do me fine." His chuckled, a deep rumble of amusement shaking his thick muscled torso. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 22:55 Post #27 |
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Oh, she could think of a fair few things she could offer to get him out of bed to go with her to the movies, though the truth was that she simply did not have the energy for it right away. He'd sort of drained her with that last round, leaving her feeling rather spent. Though she'd be the first to admit it was the best kind of feeling spent. "That sounds hot" the Swede grinned, touching her fingertips to his lips and leaning in to kiss him before opening those blue eyes of hers again to smile at him once more. "Although at the same time it also does sound cold" she chuckled. Because while the bed was warm and comfy with the two of them in it, winter was lurking right outside the walls of Toran's little concrete fortress. "But regardless, Desolation of Smaug and maybe stopping for a burger and fries on the way back sounds pretty decent doens't it?" alternatively fish n' chips seeing as they were in London. "it would almost be like a real date. Not like me taking you out for drinks before ravaging you in an alley" she added with a bit of a smirk, recalling their first encounter not that long ago. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 23:08 Post #28 |
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"Well, you have my permission to ravage me outside of the theater, if you really feel you must. Though I'd be delighted to go with you on a real date. And burgers and fries are an american staple, so I'm in." Dinner and a movie with an intensely beautiful vampire? Worked for him. He managed to work up the energy to slide off the side of the bed and land on his back on the floor with a thud, chuckling softly as he climbed to his feet. Ironically, sometimes gravity was the fastest way to break the magical hold a warm comfortable bed can have on a person. He managed to climb to his feet and reach down to scoop her up in his arms, lifting her and settling her down on her feet, a warm smile on his face, a smile only she got to see very often, the peaceful relaxed grin he seemed to have only for her. The man smiled and kissed her ear softly. "We should clean up a bit before we go out though. Don't want to send everyone into a frenzy with how good you smell after a vigorous night of enjoyable activities." He kissed her nose and slip off into the bathroom, running himself a fast hot shower and washing swiftly before slipping into a new kilt and a thick black turtleneck. He also slipped into some thick socks and his combat boots, between the two he didn't have a ton of leg exposed, and just being near her tended to warm him up plenty. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 20. December 2013, 00:28 Post #29 |
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Lucy couldn't help but giggle when he practically fell out of bed in a less than graceful manner, though she did reach her arms out for him when he moved to pick her up. That smile of his one that she couldn't help but love and which always managed to make her smile, even when she was feeling like shit. "Mmm... you shower first then... or we'll never leave this place" because she knew him well enough to know that if they showered together, then the movie would be off as they wouldn't even make it out of the bathroom. As such, she'd actually wait for him to finish his shower before slipping in to quickly wash herself off as well so she wouldn't go around smelling like sex. Not that she minded, she very much liked his scent on her, but she didn't really need the kind of stare it would result in. Toran did get a sideways glance from blue eyes, accompanied by a lip bite as she slipped past him and into the shower, but she behaved, because she really wanted this time with him and it had been way too long since she'd been to a movie herself. Although probably not as long as Toran, since she remembered which movie she'd seen last: the Hobbit. And, true to word, she was quick, stepping out of the bathroom fully dressed and make up done, about fifteen minutes later. Her choice of clothing for the night on the casual side of things, but at least matching him with the plaid pattern of her shirt while topping it off with knee high boots. "Better?" she smelled lightly of soap at the moment, all clean and dressed and presentable, right? She even did a little spin for him. Oh, but since he hadn't taken the choker off, that stayed on. Edited by Lucy Fehrer, Friday, 20. December 2013, 00:29.
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| Toran | Friday, 20. December 2013, 00:41 Post #30 |
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He grinned at her and held up his phone. "I got us two tickets to Smaug. Also, I forgot to mention, I arranged for a pickup truck to be registered to the shop. I'll give you a copy of the keys when we get downstairs. That way if the roads are shit or we just feel like riding together we don't need to worry about how to do it on bikes." He grinned, he liked how she looked. He also liked the fact that her choker was water proof. He wasn't sure when he might want to take it off. She looked damned good in it and the symbolism was special just for them. He was as good as his word too. When he got down stairs he tossed her a set of keys hanging from an octopus key chain. The truck was black, but an older model ford. He got it for the huge back and the fact that it could fit people in a rear seat behind the drivers, in case they needed to haul a bunch of people. "You wanna drive?" |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 20. December 2013, 12:26 Post #31 |
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"You plan for everything, don't you?" she grinned, snatching the keys when they where tossed her way, taking a moment to look at the octopus key chain. She'd actually thought about getting a pick up, she just hadn't gotten around to it. But, no need for it now was there? The Swede blew him a kiss and happily closed her fingers around the keys and key chain. "Totally" she pretty much skipped over to the pick up, taking but a moment to check it out before getting into the driver's seat which heh, considering their height difference, needed a sliiight adjustment for her to even reach the pedals. Oh, uhm, was it an automatic? Because she honestly couldn't remember ever having driven one. Though if it was it was it wasn't as if it could possibly be all that difficult. |
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| Toran | Friday, 20. December 2013, 14:15 Post #32 |
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The truck was automatic, but it was pretty simple, all she had to do was break and put it in the gear she wanted, then aimlessly stomp her foot down where there was no pedal since she didn't need to clutch. At least, that was how Toran had dealt with transitioning from stick to automatic. She'd probably do better. Then again, at least the truck was neat on the inside. Toran slid into the passenger seat and, as usual, had to slide his rear forward and lean back to avoid slamming his head into the ceiling. But, it was actually easier to do that as a passenger than a driver. He grinned over at her and trusted her to drive them. He did tap a console on the dash and turn on the GPS, which would nicely give directions to the theater he got the tickets for. The big man did love his toys. "I do try to plan for things, yeah, I can admit to that. I'm gonna have to rebuild the seat rails though, so it goes back far enough for me to be comfortable. Hazard of being tall." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 20. December 2013, 14:25 Post #33 |
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Hm, there was a little fiddling around but she got the hang of it soon enough, pulling out and onto the road once they'd both buckled in. It would take some time getting used to, she had to keep reminding herself she didn't have to shift gears whenever she approached a n intersection, but all in all it went pretty well. At least she'd lived on the isles long enough to have gotten over the initial issues of driving on the wrong side of the road in a car that had the steering wheel on the wrong friggin side. Good thing Toran hadn't been there when shed started learning. Because that had been a mess. Having taken note of the address, she did keep an eye on the GPS just to be on the safe side. A chuckle escaping her with a grin when he mentioned having to modify things to be able to sit properly in the truck. It was one problem she had never had and never would have. "Yeah, you'd think they'd have taken giant Americans into consideration when they built these things" the blonde grinned at him. "Having seen some of the gadgets you make though I'm pretty sure it ought to be a small job, right? |
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| Toran | Friday, 20. December 2013, 14:57 Post #34 |
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"You'd think. It's not really a hard job. I'll have to dismount the seats, then use a heat gun to soften the dash and adjust the space under it to better fit my legs. Then take the rails the seat rides on and put in a pair that are slightly longer so the seat can go back further. As long as that can be done it won't be all that hard. But I'll have to be careful about it or I'll get rid of any use the back seats have by putting the drivers seat too far back. Mostly it'll be a matter of carefully measuring things." He grinned at her, finding himself actually happy to be out on a date. Enjoying the simple things of talking shop and going out to a movie with a pretty woman. It was, uncomplicated. There was a point in his life where he truly thought his world was uncomplicated. Well back before he met Mac. But, truthfully, the world is never simple. People just think it is because they close their eyes to all the details, and for all Toran sometimes wished things were simple logic puzzles, he had to admit that his life was more meaningful with the way things are now. Not to mention his sex life had improved by leaps and bounds since he joined the side of the monsters. For that alone the huge ghoul was happy as hell. The fact that he'd found something more valuable that simple sex in Lucy, just added to his enjoyment really. It gave a sort of meaning to things. He'd squared things with Mac, Lucy and he got along wonderfully, his shop had a decent income, Sawyer didn't seem to have many complaints. If he could just manage to get things square with Aguirre he might almost be ready to say things were golden for him. At the very least, they were a far cry better than the prospects he had before he met up with Mac again. Even if his temporary insanity had made a total hash out of his firm impressions with just about everyone. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 20. December 2013, 16:56 Post #35 |
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"Hey, maybe you can teach me? Like, the basic stuff? I'm decent with a pen, pencil or needle, but I reckon my anatomy skills are a lot better than my mechanical knowledge" or experience for that matter. For while she could cover the necessary basics, like, tire changes or fixing a spark plug that had gotten all sooty, the simple fact that she'd left the door lock unfixed probably said it all. It wasn't that she wasn't practical it just... well, she was a bit of a skatterbrain and some things simply got pushed to the side in favour of things that were more interesting. Besides, it was easier to do things when you knew how to properly do them rather than screwing in screws with a knife because you honestly couldn't remember where the screwdriver was. Jury rigging and winging it? Yeah, that she could do. Planning? Err... unless it was tattoo related then no, not one bit. At least she wasn't useless behind a steering wheel as they easily moved through the traffic towards the cinema. The Brujah keeping to the speed limit seeing as they were in no hurry and she really rather not have the evening ruined by getting pulled over. She leaned into the seat comfortably and smiled with a sideways glance at him, though otherwise kept her eyes on the road, knowing the roads could be slippery and knowing from experience that way too many people simply didn't take into consideration how much more difficult it was to see them when the dark winter nights kicked in. "I promise I won't set anything on fire!" hopefully. |
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| Toran | Friday, 20. December 2013, 17:15 Post #36 |
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The muscular ghoul grinned and regarded her with bright silver-blue eyes. "Sure, I've got no problem teaching you anything you wanna know. Who knows, maybe you can teach me how to draw." That would be a trick. If it wasn't a circuit board Toran didn't seem to be able to draw a straight line with a ruler and a gun to his head. But he was more than willing to TRY. While he wasn't one of those people who felt they had to be able to do anything their partner could do, he did consider it a worthwhile time to at least try to learn some of what she did. He reached out and massaged the back of her neck with one hand while they drove. It was probably good that they had been so energetic back in the shop, this way he'd be able to actually sit and enjoy the movie without trying to ravage her in the back seats. Besides, he loved the Hobbit. He had the added benefit, that unlike some people he didn't freak out when they recreated something for television or movies for the most part. So he didn't need to throw shit at the screen when they made a change. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 20. December 2013, 18:11 Post #37 |
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Letting out a smiling humming sound, Lucy leaned gently into the touch of his hand. She did keep her eyes on the road though it was obvious she enjoyed the gesture and the warmth of his strong fingers massaging her muscles. "It's a deal" she smiled, nodding her head slightly but no more than that she could keep the touch of his hand. "It should at least be fun trying something new, right?" so far they'd been pretty good with that hadn't they? Trying new things? "And hey, if you want, you can help me with the graffiti for you shop? Worst case scenario?" the Brujah winked at him. "I'll just paint over it" she giggled before soon after pulling up to a parking lot just around the corner from the cinema. At least according to the GPS which might just be telling the truth. Heh, weirder things had happened over the years. Lucy turned off the engine and turned her head to look at him with a smile, reaching up to brush her fingers over the wrist of the hand massaging her neck. "C'mon... We need to get popcorn and sodas" and even though she probably at most would taste them, they were sort of mandatory for a good movie, and a nostalgic reminder of her life before her Embrace. |
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| Toran | Friday, 20. December 2013, 18:25 Post #38 |
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Popcorn and soda did sound good. He had to admit, Lucy was good for his metabolism. There wasn't much danger of his waistline softening while he had her in his life, because they got pretty regular work outs, the most fun kinds too. He grinned at her as the climbed out of the truck and went to stand in line to snag popcorn and soda. He handed over the cash and got a pretty large serving of both, in whatever flavor she wanted and then they were away down the long hall to the late night showing. It was pretty packed, folks wanting to hit up the movie and avoid the rain but he managed to find them a spot in the back. Not all that many people wanted someone as big as him sitting in front of them so most were willing to give him the space to sit with a date. He kisses her softly and sat the popcorn and soda in his lap so they could taste them if she wanted. It was amusing, he wasn't the squeamish type, so it didn't bother him to have her kiss him just to get the taste of food off his lips, actually made him feel a little romantic, like he was helping her do something she couldn't do herself. Though, he imagined more than a few people would find it kind of icky. Toran silenced his phone and settled back in the chair, stretching his legs out a bit and laying one thick arm across the back of her seat, so he could tuck his arm around her once she was settled. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 20. December 2013, 18:38 Post #39 |
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"You know" she said as she leaned into the corner of his arm, resting a hand on his thigh as she leaned back while the prequels started up. "Next time you need to let me pay" the Swede winked. "I asked you out, remember? No fair you have to pay for everything then" because she had actually meant to take care of that, but, he'd beaten her to it and she saw no point arguing over it. It wasn't a big deal, not at all, she'd just never been used to someone paying for her if she'd been the one to ask them out. Besides, he deserved a spoiling when all was said and done. Mmm, the temptation to reach over and grab a handful of popcorn was definitively there, but, she really rather not have him listening to her throwing up later that night. So she resisted it, settling for the hint of taste lingering on his lips instead. |
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| Toran | Friday, 20. December 2013, 18:41 Post #40 |
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"My bad. Old habit I guess. You can pay next time. Or pay me back if you want." Toran murmured as softly as he could. Which still earned him quite a few dirty looks. He had one of those voices that carried and so he had gotten into the habit of being absolutely silent in theaters. He grinned at Lucy with his silver-blue eyes as if to say "see what trouble you got me into?" and kissed her again. His arm tucked around her shoulders to hold her against him. He even lifted the arm rest between them so she could snuggle up to him if she wanted. He supposed the amusing advantage of seeing the movie in the theater is they might... actually... see the movie. Since most of their movie nights at home ended with a rather vigorous bout of sexy and given how crowded the place was that LIKELY wasn't going to happen here. Not unless Lucy was a lot more of an exhibitionist than he suspected. |
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