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Early Christmas gifts; -Toran's place
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Oh, yeah, he got more giggles and laughter from the Swede who was now shaking uncontrollably and leaning against him for support.
"How the Hell did you ever get laid before you met me, seriously?" she was obviously teasing but those pick up lines were beyond horrendous. At least they were entertaining, though no one could ever claim the Swede had a good sense of humor, least of all herself. Maybe that was why she was having so much fun though?

"Like... how many times have you been slapped or gotten a drink thrown in your face?" no, seriously, she wanted to know. Because while charming, she couldn't believe it had been enough to save his ass every time he'd tried a line like that on a girl.

It would also have been at this stage that she would've been wiping her tears had she been able to cry like a normal human, though her make-up at least was grateful for the fact that she couldn't.
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"Oh God, I never used them on women. They'd have gotten my ass kicked. I think some of the others were "Hey, I'm new in town and I don't have a phone number yet, can I have yours?" and "Wanna go up to my place for a pizza and a fuck, what's the matter, you don't like pizza?" they were damned shameful. To be honest, most of my relationships have been pretty brief. A lot of them just sort of started when I was hanging in the bar."

He didn't really want to point out that a lot of women just picked him up after hearing him talk at a bar and decided to give him a test run. There were always those women who would go for a muscular man who looked decent. They made some weird assumptions. Course, in his case some of those assumptions were true... and not as comfortable as they'd assumed. He'd been dumped more than once by a girl who complained about the "fit" so to speak. He blushed a bit, considering it. Then laughed ruefully.

"My Dad even taught me one. "Girl you've got rainy day legs, I'd like to see them clear up." and I KNOW that one got him slapped on more than one occasion."

He grinned aware of how awfully silly those words sounded. They were all truly awful pick up lines.
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Hey, she'd be the first to admit that the voice had been what had initially drawn her to him. But the heh, test run, had turned into something more now hadn't it? And she for one hadn't complained about.. any of it actually. That she found him easy on the eyes was just a bonus, because it was the smile and everything else about him that had made her want to stay.

"Your dad must've had some courage trying to chat up anyone with that line" the Swede giggled, drawing her her breath trying to calm herself down a little, even if the giggling didn't quite die away. "Hell, not even I would've tried that without a helmet on!" and she was generally pretty good at just winging it and taking her chances.

Lucy straightened up a little though her blue eyes kept lingering on the man at her side, the smile that said she might just break down in giggles again if given a nudge, still on her lips.

"Or well, I probably would've on a dare, but I'm awful like that" she shook her head at her own idiocy when it came to stupid bets and dares.
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"My Dad was a faithful son of Edinburgh. Courage was no problem for him. Common sense? That sometimes came hard. Though, from what I have been told he tried that line on my Mother and she kicked him in the kilt and when he fell over and looked up at her with his blue eyes and said "Is that a yes?" she went out with him anyway."

He grinned, contemplating what to do with this new facet of information. She was prone to taking dares was she? His grin split and a contemplative gleam started in his silver-blue eyes as he considered what to do with that handy information. It was good to know indeed.

He nodded as the food was dropped to the table and picked up a fry, taking a bite he held up the milk shake and took a sip, then leaned across the table to give her a kiss. The food looked good, he had to admit it. She had picked a good place for grub. He felt a bit guilty that she couldn't enjoy the meal with him, but he figured shameless displays of public affection would help her enjoy the tastes at least.
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"Sounds like they were made for each other" Lucy grinned when he told her about his parents, apparently not realizing she might've told him something he wasn't aware of and which might very well come back to bite her on the ass.

As the food was brought over she gave a thanks to the woman and quite happily accepted the kiss from Toran. He might remember that she'd had a cup of coffee with him the first time she'd stayed over at his place. But, she had never said how she dealt with the food or drink she might ingest because she had merely said she couldn't digest it.
Being able to keep things down was great to cover the Masquerade. Having to throw it back up was great for killing the mood, so she skipped on it tonight.

"Hm, do you have any Christmas traditions?" she asked as she leaned back again, letting him enjoy his meal while they talked. "I was thinking about making pepparkakor, uhm.. gingerbread cookies. But they'd only go to waste if there's no one around to eat them" and well, baking was tradition. And some traditions were well worth hanging onto if only for the good memories they represented.
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"Ah, not much. The only one I really stuck too was my family carving wooden boards with something we had learned for the year and burning it in a yule fire, to celebrate the closing of the year."

He took a knife and cut his burger in half. For no other reason that holding a half a burger tended to make less of a mess than an entire burger. Ketchup stains annoyed him. Munching the burger he regarded her with silver-blue eyes and grinned.

"Well, pretty soon the neighborhood artists are gonna come around to see who won the iPod this month. If you wanted to bake gingerbread cookies I'm sure they'd appreciate it. Some of them don't have a lot of Christmas cheer. So...."

He shrugged awkwardly. He didn't talk about some of the stuff he had done when he moved into the neighborhood. Beating down the local gang leaders and their enforcers. Making it damned clear it was HIS block and they could take their drugs and banger tudes out of the block unless they were there to do business. He didn't feel comfortable thinking of it "cleaning up the neighborhood" he just told himself he was keeping his shop safe.

He chewed the burger with very real enjoyment, then leaned forward to give her a kiss. Wanting to let her have a taste of the bacon burger.
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Looking at him, her expression softened a little.
"Tell you what? You tell all the kids to come over, Hell, even the ones who aren't kids any more, and I'll make sure to have enough cookies and cakes to make everyone go home with a little piece of Christmas" okay, so maybe she had a soft spot for people who had less than her. Specially kids. And it wouldn't be the first time she did something like that.
Heh, one Christmas in Berlin, the year before she was Embraced, she'd opened up her tattoo studio and served warm gl¨gg, Christmas cookies and cakes to anyone who'd dropped by. She'd spent a week baking for it, and by the end of it, she'd only had a small box of gingerbread cookies left. And then only because it had been forgotten.
It was a friend of hers that had inspired her to do so. A toymaker who did the same thing every year at her own place in München. Remarkable woman she'd been.

"Assuming you don't mind me occupying your kitchen for a few days to get ready for it that is?" she added, realizing her own place did not have the facilities to accommodate the kind of baking she'd have to do in what little time she had left.
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Toran smiled, touched at the generous spirit she was showing. He contemplated it. He felt like a heel for considering the angles, but a part of how he operated was keeping people convinced he was a hard nosed bastard that they'd regret messing with. He had to consider how that would fly with the gangs he'd forced out. Munching his burger he nodded.

"I think we can swing that. Should work OK. The local gangs haven't pushed in the area for a while. I think the time I set their car on fire with a homemade grenade convinced them I was serious about not putting up with that shit on my block. Should be OK to do something nice. Especially if we play it like I'm only doing it for my "old lady" so to speak. Ironic part is, whooping on them is also a sort of advertisement. Crazy life."

Toran wondered briefly what a legit life would be like. But he didn't have the references or the degrees to do his stuff over the table. Not to mention it would seriously increase the chance of him getting caught and deported and he couldn't deal with losing Lucy or Sawyer of the life he was building here. It might be a life in the dark, but it was a life he was happy to have.
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The Swede's smile widened again.
"Tell you a little secret of life?" she said and leaned closer. "Money's only worth what you can get for it, and when we move on, we don't get to take any of it with us" so why not use her time and her money on things she cared about? She didn't exactly choose her job to become a millionaire, but she made a decent living off of it, more than she needed in fact, so she saw this as a good way of giving something back.

"Besides, seeing as the kids already seem to like you to a certain degree, they do after all agree with the contest rules, it can't do any harm can it? It will only give them more positive reasons to keep up the good behaviour" relatively good behaviour anyway.

Fear worked, respect was better, but it was when people also looked at you and started to like you that it all came together to form the kind of bonds and solidarity that really strengthened a neighbourhood.
"And if it'll make you feel better you can totally blame it all on me" she stuck her tongue out at him and giggled again.
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Toran grinned and leaned forward to kiss her tongue, feeling playful. He took a long sip of the vanilla shake. He nodded his head slightly.

"I'm not exactly stocking away my wealth. But I don't have a problem with putting back into the community. I prefer it to be honest. This neighborhood didn't have a lot going for it when I arrived, aside from a truly dumbass collection of gang bangers. Now though, well, as long as I don't have them improve the place so well that my building starts getting examined I don't have a problem with it. Truth is if people take a solid look at me I might get deported back to the states and there's a number of groups there who'd like to see me end."

The disadvantage of having ditched Witness Protection. If the Mob, the Russian Mafia or the Tongs got a hold of where he was, it'd be a rough day for him, that was for sure. He shook it off his back and smiled at Lucy, dipping a fry into his milkshake and taking a bite. Enjoying the mixture of salt and sweet. It was a weird habit he had gotten into when he was young.

He waved the waitress off when she went to check on them, giving her a thumbs up to say he didn't need anything. He didn't want her pestering Lucy about whether or not she wanted anything.
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"Hey..." she reached over with her right hand, turning it at an angle so she could rest it on the right side of his chin, turning his head towards her to meet her eyes. She was still smiling, but there was a touch of seriousness to her tone of voice.
Determined. That's what she was when she spoke softly.

"No one's laying a hand on you..." she was his Lilbit, the submissive, gentle, giving playmate that willingly surrendered to him and gave him her trust and her devotion. But the other side was fiercely protective and anything but soft or kind. And that side of her was often forgotten as people only ever save the smiles and the colours and the drawings and subsequently dismissed her as a happy-go-lucky-head-in-the-clouds kind of person.
"No one's sending you away... I promise..." because she'd let all Hell loose if anyone tried, be it the gangs or the government. Hell if she cared. He might be Sawyer's Ghoul, but he was her lover. Her boyfriend.

"End of story" she smiled again before pulling her hand back.
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Toran flashed a smile. He could understand that kind of protectiveness. He'd felt it himself often enough. Hell, it was his protective streak that set him on the road to a criminal career. The need to make sure his Mom's cancer bills were being paid. Then after that he had to try and prop his father up as the man drank himself to death. It was ironic that in Toran's case the road to hell was paved with good intentions, and he had walked down it fully aware he was heading down a road that probably ended in a grave or a jail cell. Granted, the vampires were a twist he hadn't seen coming, but the rest, living as an outlaw, stuff like that. He'd sort of figured it's where he'd be.

He finished his burger quietly and strokes Lucy's hand with his free fingers. A quiet look of contentment on his face. What does one say when their vampire girlfriend announces her intention to shred anything that threatens to get between you and her? Well, if you're smart, nothing. You give her time to calm back down and not do anything to instigate her any further.

He did reach out and take a loud slurp of his milkshake, his eyes crossing as he pretended to battle the shake and suction. Then he grinned and leaned forward to kiss Lucy softly. Reminding her that he was right there and nothing was going to change that. So she didn't have to worry and could calm down. At the same time he tightened his hand on hers, to firmly state that he wasn't going to just disappear on her.
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Brujah, heh... her blood ran hot quite easily. So the gesture was appreciated as she let him finish his meal in peace without going all temperamental crazy girlfriend on him.

Girlfriend... yeah, her mind decided to wander a bit as he enjoyed his food. About the whole weird ride so far: the random meeting and hook up, movie nights ending in spending the days in the arms of someone she at that point had barely known, a surrender of control and a declaration of trust... A ride that now had her holding the hand of someone who, when she looked at him, stirred her emotions in a way that simply made her smile.

Well, perhaps not just smile. But, the point remained the same.
He'd called her his girlfriend and while she wasn't going to ask for anything more than what they currently shared, that word made her surprisingly happy.

Were things perfect? Without problems? No. But they were pretty damn good. And so all the little details got shoved to the side until such a time where they had to be dealt with. Because for now, it was her and him.

He squeezed her hand and kissed her, the blonde leaning into him and cupping his cheek with her free hand, letting him know that she understood.
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The muscular man leaned back and grinned openly at her, his silver-blue eyes twinkling merrily. He was pretty sure the pub was gonna announce last call soon and he was starting to think it would be a good thing to be home with his Lilbit so he could do a bit more testing on that collar...

His somewhat lusty smile grew wider as he considered it. He was amused when he considered how carefully she had dressed to avoid temptation. It was a nice look on her. His eyes scanned her up and down and his dark voice was a soft rumble.

"How fond of those clothes are you?"

He couldn't help it. He didn't know quite how it worked, but his carnal drives had streaked into overdrive and being with Lucy did NOTHING to cool it. Rather the opposite. His mind was circling how nice it would be to tear those jeans open and use her standing up, maybe flat on her back on his display counter back in the shop. He was pretty sure he wouldn't make it up the stairs before he was all over her. He was pretty lucky she put up with him. He remembered something she'd mentioned before.

"Do we need to find something for you to eat first?"

It was an odd moment. He was... offering to help her hunt. He hadn't done that before. He'd shown he never had a problem with her hunting before and he'd made it clear he didn't mind her getting passionate with her victims if the mood took her, but he'd never actually offered to help her make another human being into food before. It was, oddly erotic for him. He wasn't sure if that was a good turn, or a bad turn for him.
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That look was one she would've been able to recognize even if separated by a dark room full of people as the Brujah swore it was the kind of look that she could feel as much as see. And the soft rumble of his voice merely made her emotional reaction stronger with all the little images that swiftly flashed before her mind's eye and reminded her of... mm...

The Brujah bit her lip.
"Not so fond of them that I can't replace them" she admitted, the obvious excitement and curiosity as to what exactly he had in mind showing in her eyes for a moment before getting struck by surprise when he asked about her needing to eat.
Did he just...

"Mm... you know, there's a night club just around the corner from here" since he was offering she might as well see if she couldn't make it worth while for him. Drunk teenage girls were easy pray sort of speak. And even if the most she generally did to get close enough to feed was a bit of heavy petting and kissing, she had a feeling he wouldn't mind a show to get his blood going before taking her home.

"Maybe I could stop to grab a bite on the way back"
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He nodded.

"That, should be interesting to say the least."

It was an interesting grin as he started contemplating just what that might entail. For a moment he considered the possibility she might get a bit of a show. Course if some drunk little party girl got a bit grabby she could probably slip up behind her and get a pretty good feed from it. Course, hadn't Lucy mentioned the only way she got buzzed was from drinking the blood of a drunk person?

That might be pretty interesting to see. He also rather wondered what a drunken Lucy would do? His grin took a decidedly mischievous turn to it. He figured he'd enjoy watching Lucy shake her ass on the dance floor, if nothing else.

"I think we should talk this over a bit more in the truck. See what we think of the idea."

It would definitely be a new and odd turn in their relationship. But then, wasn't that part of what a ghoul did? Helping a vampire feed properly to ensure their own blood supply was sound? Granted he was't LUCY'S ghoul, but Sawyer didn't seem to mind him standing proxy for her, since she didn't have one of her own. And he imagined Sawyer probably figured Lucy was keeping him out of trouble. Which was, to more than a small extent, the truth. He was spending most of his evenings spending time with Lucy until she went to work at the Pink Squid. Then he slept for a bit.
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Nodding she agreed that, yeah, it was probably a good idea to talk about it in the truck. Because she had hunted with other vampires before, but, this was very much different because of who and what he was. And because he'd see her feed off of someone else. Something he hadn't witnessed before. Given, he knew her hunting methods, her preferred hunting methods at least, so if nothing else he sort of knew what to expect.

"Sounds like a plan" though obviously she would let him take hos time to savour his own meal rather than drag him right out of there. In factx she'd gladly let him take the lead on when he felt like leaving.

Hm, interesting. And at the same time it was actually a nice thing to offer. Because while she needed to steal from others to survive, by helping her he was looking after her.
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He chuckled and rose to his feet, holding out a hand to draw her away from the table. His arm slipped around her kiss and pulled her up tight against him, letting her feel just how intrigued the idea had him, and letting him give her a salty vanilla shaky-kiss. His hands slid down to her backside and gave her rear a squeeze as he looked at her with his silver-blue eyes.

He knew she'd have to settle up the bill since he had agreed to let her pay. He kissed her ear and smiled, whispering into it.

"I'll go get the truck ready while you pay up."

He kissed her again and thumped his way out of the bar. One of the few times he'd managed to go through an extended period inside a put without a fight breaking out. Maybe he was getting soft. The minute he thought it he snorted a laugh. If that was the case, rocks were turning into putty. He was contemplating going to a nightclub to help his vampire girlfriend seduce and feed off some other human being. Nothing soft about that. Still, he couldn't help feeling a touch aroused by it. Ghouls, he reflected, were weird. It was probably good that they couldn't reproduce easily. Or the world might be overwhelmed with crazy horny rapey bastards.

He wondered what she'd pick. Drunk frat boy? Drunk Sorority girl? Pimp? Hooker? Bartender? The possibilities were endless. Once he got outside he unlocked the black truck and slipped into the passenger seat. Turning the engine on to warm the cab some. He knew Lucy didn't NEED the heat up, but he also knew how much she liked to maintain mortal likenesses.
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It would be some time later that the two would stagger into the building that housed both Toran's business and his home. Lucy staggering because she was slightly drunk and in a very happy mood, and Toran because he'd barely had time to unlock the door before the Brujah had thrown her arms around him to pull him into a kiss.

Their hunting had been a wonderful success, that much was for sure. The pick of prey always made easier when they were under the influence and out looking for a party or a hook up. The dance floor of the club they'd gone to having offered up plenty of club goers out for a good time, and the dark private booths having made feeding easy and a relatively private affair.
Besides, most didn't bother looking twice when they thought it was merely someone making out and getting into a little heavy petting.
Okay, so some had looked twice, but that had mostly been when Lucy had picked up that redhead with the corset top.

Either way, it had been a good and playful feeding, one which had left Toran with a slightly intoxicated and happy Brujah hanging round his neck.
Not too bad a night, huh?
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Toran put his hands on Lucy's hips and lifted her easily up onto his counter. His hands slid down to her thighs and then bunched on her jeans, his arms spread in either direction and split the inseam of her jeans open. His hands slid up and into them, tearing it wider as he gripped her panties and ripped them off. Watching her choice of WHERE to feed from the corsetted redhead had him in a near frenzy. It was not a gentle thrust to enter her when he lifted his kilt and slid his other hand behind her to brace her so she couldn't slide away. But it was when he had driven himself solidly into her that he whispered a secret he'd been keeping all night in her ear.

"Sawyer told me you could claim my bond. Give me your blood Lilbit, because while you claim me, I'll be claiming you."

His deep voice was a sultry rumble as he drove himself deep up inside her until her legs were on either side of his waist and his hand was bracing her back. His free hand hand slid up the inside of her shirt, under her bra until his fingers were gripping the collar locked around her neck. The hunger in his silver-blue eyes was clear. He was riding his dark side and despite the number of times they'd dallied today this experience would be a rough and savage carnal claiming of her for himself, even as he submitted too her on a deeper level.

"Tear your top off for me Lilbit, let me drink from your breasts."

His deep voice was almost savage, the hunger burning in his gaze a combination of a date's worth of teasing, drink, watching her make out with women and men at the club, the tiny blond bimbo who had gotten halfway under his kilt before she chose to feed off her... and the hunger of a ghoul whose's supply of vitae was running low.
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