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| Topic Started: Thursday, 2. January 2014, 00:53 (1,215 Views) | |
| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 00:53 Post #1 |
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->from here The smiling Brujah leaned into him, slipping her own arm around him as they walked, resting her head against his shoulder. "You tell me that plenty, but it's still nice of you to say it" Lucy smiled up at him. After all, was there really any woman who could tire of their boyfriend telling her he thought her beautiful? At least not when she believed him when he said it. Resting her hand on his back, Lucy would walk with him down the street. No particular destination in mind, just walking quietly to give him a chance to clear his head a little. And as they were in no rush, she could continue leaning lightly against him. "Mm, you're warm" seriously, he felt warmer than usual even, despite the cold weather trying to steal his heat. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 00:59 Post #2 |
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"Probably because I fell asleep outside in the winter. Body ups the temperature for a short while to stave off the damage the lemons can do." The big man looked down at her, smiling. He had no clue he'd just swapped the world elements and lemons. Hadn't even noticed it. He did notice how pretty she was. He got distracted by it again. He enjoyed having her snuggled up against him. "Not to mention I don't usually bother with heavy winter coats and stuff. I've always been pretty used to weather and just dealing with it. So I might be over-lamented in all of these clothes." He was distracted. Stuff seemed kinda new, or at least kind of fascinating. He didn't know why little glittery lights and sounds seemed to catch his attention and hold it, but it was kind of a pain in the ass. He kept losing his train of thought. Trains of thought should just run on a single line. His train, fucking thing didn't even use a track. Where it was going, they didn't need tracks. Or was that roads? Did they need roads where they were going? Naw, they were just getting air. That was silly. Usually he bought air from medical supply stores, or just used his compressor to fill the tank himself. Who ever heard of window shopping for air... |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 01:13 Post #3 |
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"Yes, the evil evil lemons can be quite unrelenting" the blonde giggled, giving him a one armed hug with the one she had wrapped around him and which hand was resting on his back there it had snaked in under his jacket. She had been where Toran currently was, that stage where your mind got sidetracked by the tiniest little thing and where there was no such thing as a line of thought. There was... a criss crossing pattern of thoughts and sidetracks that lead to new entire mazes of unrelated thoughts! And from there again... well, you get the point. What she could offer him though was her presence, making sure he didn't go wandering off by himself or something. Her body staying close to his while they walked slowly and talked. Even if he was obviously having a little trouble with the talking part. "Well, when we get home I'll get rid of all of those nasty clothes of you and there will just be you and me and a comfy bed where we can hide under the covers" she smiled and looked up at him again. "That sounds good, right?" |
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| Toran | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 01:24 Post #4 |
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"Mmm, I've been thinking. How'd you like if I turned one of those extra bedrooms into a hot dog room? We could relax in the hot water and occasionally have some other forms of fun as well." He grinned at her and the coolness of her arm was wonderful, like a soft, hard, warm, cool, awesome anchor of awesomeness holding him down to the world. Which was good, because his body felt hot and heavy down. How did his body feel DOWN? He didn't know. He hadn't fallen down. So his body didn't feel FELL down. It just felt down. It was a very odd sensation. Had to be purely mental really. He looked down at her and grinned. It was probably a good thing he was feeling mellow enough not to be too amorous, the mental image she painted in his head was enough to put his mind to thinking about how nice she'd feel on the hood of one of these cars they were walking past. He was pretty sure the car owner wouldn't appreciate it. Unless they got to join in and he wasn't really sure their relationship was at the sharing stage. Nor, really, was he sure he wanted too. That was weird. He knew she sometimes made out with prey and it didn't bother him, but the thought of sharing her with another who might drink her blood pissed him off a little. Huh. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 01:45 Post #5 |
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"A.... hot dog room?" maybe it was her English but that made no sense to her what so ever. No, seriously, she was trying very hard to understand what on earth he meant but unless he was swapping words again? Nope, completely lost. Totally. Heh, that was one thing about their relationship though. She'd already told him, that hunting was different. But outside of that? He didn't have to share her with anyone. Neither with another ghoul nor another lover. She had him, she only wanted him and she'd told him that even though she'd never ask him to only be hers in a physical way because she rather not ask something that he'd have trouble keeping. As long as they were both happy though, did it really matter? She was his. He was the one with the key. Heh... "I think you might be thinking of something different than me, Toran" the Swede giggled. "For while a hot dog room sounds cool, the whole apartment would smell like it and I honestly don't think I could survive living in a place that smelled like hot dogs all the time" |
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| Toran | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 01:52 Post #6 |
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"You're adorable when you're silly. Here I go talking about a hot tub and you're telling me you don't want a hot dog room." He grinned at her, his silly little wunderkind. He turned and picked her up and gave her a long slow kiss, laughing softly as he set her down and wrapped his arms around her so they could start walking again. She was such a wonderful silly woman. Hot dog room? Maybe that was a traditional swedish thing? Didn't seem plausible. Most countries didn't even consider hot dogs to be food. Not that he could blame them. Sure, a good dog could be a thing of joy, especially walking on the beach, but who in gods name would want a room full of hot dogs? "I do love your sense of whimsy Lilbit. Have I thanked you yet for how beautiful the upstairs looks since you started painting it? Because it really is a lot more wonderful." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 02:01 Post #7 |
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Oh, man... he was soooo stoned.... And she was about to comment on the fact that it was he who'd brought it up, not her! When he quite efficiently shut her up with that kiss. The Brujah forgetting what it was that had come to mind as it all turned to a low happy murmur instead as he held her. Mm... warm.... "Mm yeah, whimsy" she giggled as she was put back down. Her feet touching down on the ground and naturally falling into step with him again as she once more snuggled into him. "Hot tub though sounds nice" much nicer than a hot dog room, thanks! "Mmm..." slipping an around him again. "I'm glad you like it" Lucy smiled happily. "It's fun. And it helps lighten up the place a bit. Not that it wasn't nice to begin with but... it's cosier now" it had lost a little of that bunker feeling and actually started feeling more like home. Hopefully he didn't mind that she more or less lived there now. She had after all told him she'd give him the space he needed and he only needed to tell her he wanted it and she could sleep at her own place. It was just... so much nicer falling asleep in his arms than alone. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 02:14 Post #8 |
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"Wouldn't be right without you. You turned another prison into a home. I mean, yeah, I like my security, but I'm sure the shrinks would have stuff to say about fear of freedom and adapting to confinement and stuff. But they can't really bitch about that if I'm sharing my space. Besides, it feels nicer when you're there. Not as... heavy." Could homes feel heavy? Was he talking like an ass? He hoped not. He had a bit of a habit of rambling on sometimes when he was talking about technical details, but this wasn't machining an decal on a pair of ... wait, what? Why the hell was he thinking of decal work and machining when he was walking with a beautiful woman. He seriously had to put some thought into his priorities. After all, she had done a lot to help him stop feeling like a prison convict hiding in a hole in the ground. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 02:25 Post #9 |
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"Toran" they rounded the corner of a building when she moved to step in front of him, to slip both arms around him and tuck her hands into his back pockets with a smile as she tilted her head back to look up at him. Damn it he was tall. "You're sweet..." she'd gently nudge him so he could turn and lean against the building wall. "Letting me into your life, letting me into your home..." Lucy leaned in and kissed his chest above his heart. "Letting me into your heart.." because while he was bound to her now, it had been a choice he'd made rather than one she'd forced on him. He'd told her he loved her before the blood bond had been completed. Made her smile so damn much... "It's a really good feeling having an actual home with you" even if their relationship wasn't the most traditional. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 02:52 Post #10 |
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Without really thinking about it he reached down to cup her ass and lift her again so her head was level with his. One of his thick arms rested onto her curve of her rear so she was half sitting on his arm, the other hand was spread across the small of her back to ensure she stayed stable. His frost-blue eyes regarded warmly. "Lilbit you're the best companion I could imagine. You're so vividly alive. You're beautiful, fun, you can take any pounding I can thrust into you and are eager to do so. You could be my master yet you choose to be a slave and that's a pretty huge turn on." After each point he kissed her, each time a little harder, a little longer. His hand slid up her back to hold her between the shoulder blades, the tips of his fingers on her neck. He had to admit, if he wasn't so ridiculously mellow at the moment he'd be working his way towards having her against the side of the building. As it was he just held her close in his arms and shivered at how enjoyable she was to have curled against him. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 03:02 Post #11 |
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Hey, uhm, yeah, that, oh... kisses... warm... God, she was ridiculously easy to distract as she slipped her hands from his back pockets to wrap her arms around his shoulders instead when he picked her up. He was pretty close to actually making her blush with what he was saying, but the smile hadn't faltered, not even for a second as she closed her eyes when he kissed her and returned the touch quite happily with a soft giggle to her voice when he pulled back the last time. "And you're pretty stoned..." the Swede grinned at him, brushing her fingers lightly over his lips while keeping her other arm around his shoulders. She wasn't a petite little girl, but when he picked her up like that, she kind of felt like it. "Or I don't think you'd be saying those thing out in public" or uhm, actually, on second thought he probably would've. That surprise visit at the tattoo shop when he'd refused to let her lock the door sort of spoke in favour of saying such things in public. "Actually I take that last part back" Lucy giggled as she smiled at him, biting her lip with a tilt of her head. "You made me trust you... I've never trusted anyone like that before..." he'd been the only one to hold the key to her collar. And she liked the idea of him being the only one to do so. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 03:13 Post #12 |
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The big man grinned at her and chuckled his voice a rumble which he let vibrate straight into her lips with a soft kiss, well, it started soft, then it got progressively not soft as he rumbled it into her. She's probably feel amazing sliding down onto him right now. But she had a point. He WAS stoned and so he was making bad decision. "You have a point. Feel free to shut me up in any way you feel appropriate dear heart. I feel I should point out, that we're not walking. Not that I'm complaining, but... I think you'd feel amazing naked and moaning. Sure we can't just head home?" He grinned hungrily at her and giggled as he held her against him and then it occurred to him. He had giggled. That was so not cool. He NEVER giggled. He couldn't help but thing that if giggling was a response to being stoned he'd definitely need to avoid getting stoned, because giggling was definitely not cool. Lucy though, Lucy was cool. It was cool to have a cool girlfriend. He was repeating himself inside his own head. How did that work. Getting stupid wasn't a good thing either. He disliked that this was causing him to get stupid. That was just unpleasant on a number of levels. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 03:32 Post #13 |
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Wait. He giggled? Oh, that just had the Brujah giggling more as an already happy smile turned to a huge grin. Poor guy really had gotten more than his fair share of... whatever had been in those coookies he'd eaten. "While that does sound like an amazingly tempting idea, we were invited to a party, and we really would be rude if we up and left so soon. Specially" she leaned in and kissed him sweetly. Lingering with her lips against his for a few warm moments before trapping his lower lip with the light nip of her teeth for a second or two. "When I haven't had a chance to thank the guy who let you be with me..." she owed Sawyer more than she could ever hope to repay him for that. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 14:07 Post #14 |
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The big man chuckled softly and nodded, then nodded again, then nodded again because really it felt kind of cool to feet his head moving up and down up and down up and ok time to stop that because he looks like a moron. "I suppose saying thanks and hi to Sawyer would be a good thing. Though, really, going back in that crowded stuffy apartment isn't really appealing. Appealing, word always makes me think of bananas, but it's not the same word. Nope." He smiled at her, he liked when she bit his lip, it was cute, and sexy. She was just awesome. He liked being strong enough to hold her up like this. It made him happy. Happy happy happy. Sappy, pappy, nappy.... rhyming was fun too. He blinked his frosty-blue eyes and gave her a goofy smile. He had a feeling his brain was starting to degrade even further, but really, it just made him laugh a bit. It was a good feeling, mellow. Even if his body was feeling downer. Still didn't get how that worked. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 14:33 Post #15 |
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"Wonder what's going on in that head of yours right now" the still giggling Brujah smiled at him, pondering whether or not she ought to give him a little nip just to see if he'd give in. No, that would've just been cruel, fun, but cruel. Though moaning, trembling Toran was still a nice thought. "We don't have to go back just yet" Lucy reassured him. "We can chill a little while longer. There's no rush" that many people in one setting would've been a bit of a test for him even while clear headed. So, heh, being stoned seemingly for the first time, probably didn't do much to help. "It's nice to just talk too" even though while saying it she was kissing him gently again because there really was something so nice about him in this state. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 16:25 Post #16 |
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"I was thinking about a banana trying to be appealing while peeling itself and it didn't really seem all that appealing to be peeling while being a banana." He blinked a few times and grinned at her kiss, holding her in his arms and letting out another little giggle before clamping his mouth shut again. EVIL GIGGLE. It was like a monster lurking deep inside his chest. An evil giggle parasite. A beast waiting to get out and... giggle. If he let the giggles go unchecked it would probably grow, it might become a chortle, or a guffaw, maybe even a mad cackle. Couldn't have that. "Ummm, I'm not sure I should talk. There are weird thoughts lurking in my head. Thoughts about giggling. Dangerous ominous thoughts about giggling growing into chortles. Or guffaws... or maybe even.. cackling." There was something about cackling in one of those books he read. Witches, right? Something about witches needing to avoid cackling or else they'll go bad? Huh, was he a witch then? Since he feared the cackle? |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 18:44 Post #17 |
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"You probably don't wanna hear this but you're so cute when you giggle" what? Evil, teasing Brujah? Her? Never! Good thing she wasn't grinning like an idiot either. Oh, wait! She was! "Cackling might be less cute though" she added with a smirk, still leaning into him since, well, her feet were dangling off the ground with the way he'd picked her up and was still holding her. Not that she minded. She really liked how he was strong enough to do that. She brushed the back of her fingers across his cheek again before letting the tip of two of them trace along his jaw, playing with the beard. "But you're smiling, smiling's good" and while he might be a bit uncomfortable with all the weirdness going through his head and his body at the moment, he was still affectionate and cuddly and mm, yeah, good smile. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 19:08 Post #18 |
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The big man grins and shifts his face to nibble her finger and lets out a soft chuckle. "I guess I can't help it. When I'm around you I just feel like smiling. You make me happy hon." He smiles at her and lets out a mmmmm to her stroking fingers, a deep rumbling sound. He was enjoying just leaning against this building. Buildings are good. They make the best back rests. Well, net to mountains. Then again how do you guarantee a mountain will be sloped straight up and down enough to lean properly against? Be a damned shame to waste a good mountain by not being able to lean on it. Then again, he supposed you could always lay down on a flatter slope. Laying down could be good. There were a number of fun things that could be done laying down. Course, if you were strong enough you could do the same things standing up. Except sleeping. He had yet to find a way to sleep while standing up that didn't involve some form of mechanized assistance and frankly, he thought that was cheating. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 19:26 Post #19 |
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Oh, uhm... she bit her lip again with a warm smile when he nibbled on her finger because that just kinda had an effect on her that she couldn't help. "I am glad I can make you happy you know?" like he made her happy. Hm, life was funny in how it played out. In how a series of random events had resulted in something that, while she hadn't been able to picture it back then, was now something she didn't want to let go of. "I've learned a lot about myself while being with you" and she honestly couldn't care less how anyone viewed their relationship. Vampire and Ghoul? Sure, she figured there were those who'd frown or heh, worse. But that was their problem. She was happy, Toran was happy, so yeah. "I hope you don't grow tired of me" and she hoped the bond wouldn't turned into something negative. She for one would do everything she could to make sure he never felt trapped or like he was on some kind of leash. Because save for a few things she'd asked of him, he was free to do as he wished and live his life as he wished. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 19:38 Post #20 |
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"I don't see how I could get tired of you Lilbit. You just make me pretty damned happy. I mean, the sex is incredible, the house is so much warmer with you, and I'm not just alone with myself all the time, which is great." The big man was actually feeling more mellow instead of less. The air was helping him stay grounded but he had to admit, that detached feeling that life was just odd and silly was growing. He trailed off a little and just sort of mmmm'd for a little while, staring at her. He had a goofy sort of look on his face. She was just adorable and he was a little lost in looking at the wind blowing her hair around a little. His hand on her back started rubbing slowly circles like he was trying to polish the muscles or just warm her. His fingers rippling up and down. It wasn't really much of a massage but he just seemed to like feeling her skin as he let out little happy sounds while looking at her. |
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