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Too bad the clothes were in the way of him actually being able to feel her skin beneath his fingers, though she leaned in to whisper and promise him that once they were home he'd get to do just that, even as she rested her head against his shoulder and murmured happily with the way he was touching her.

"You won't have to be alone as long as you want me there" Lucy smiled, her fingers having gone back to toying with his beard. It was cold outside, but he was warm, and he kept her warm although perhaps it would be better if they started moving again. For his sake at least. So he didn't get cold.
Hm, were Ghouls more resistant to stuff like colds? She thought they were but, she wasn't completely sure.

"And I hope you'll want me there for a good long while" hoped he'd honestly want that, and that it wouldn't just be the bond.
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The big man let out a rumble and his eyes flashed a darker blue for a moment and he responded to her whispered words with a deep kiss, a hungry little growl escaping him.

"I'll be wanting you there for as long as I can imagine. No sense having eternity if you don't have someone to share it with, right?"

Eternity. Long fucking time, come to think of it. Right now he had a lot of the benefits of a vampire. Eternal youth, some magical powers, strength, heeling. He even had a vampire master who liked to be chained down and mistreated, in a loving sort of way. With Lucy he didn't worry so much about his master vanishing and leaving him to turn to dust as he aged to death in a matter of weeks. She didn't seem the type to wander off. Sure, his powers would never be as strong as hers, not unless he took the same road she had, but for now, he was happy with what he had, which was her, and wasn't she just the cutest.

She was just as adorable as a button. He needed to do something to show her just how cute she was at some point. He'd have to think on it. What would she like... maybe he could get her a custom stuffed animal. Just... not a banana. Those banana in pajama things were friggin weird and more than a little creepy when he'd caught them on early morning TV. I mean, who the fuck thought that was such an adorable idea for a kids show?
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The people who thought bananas in pajama was a great idea were still nothing compared to the people who made In the Night Garden. Because the people who'd come up with that "bright" idea must've been smoking some heavy shit at the time.

Closing her eyes she happily accepted the kiss and leaned into it, letting him know that she felt it too before pulling back just enough to nod.

She couldn't tell the future, she couldn't possibly know for sure if five or ten or a hundred years from then, they'd still be together. But she could hope. And regardless of what the future held they had the now. And that was the most important thing because that, for sure, was theirs.
"Mhm, it's a lot less daunting with someone to wake with" who she could share everything with. Even a part of herself she hadn't realized existed before she'd met him. And she could do all that while feeling safe.
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He just gave her a big smile and then shivered a little. Okay, standing in the cold snuggling was awesome, but he was definitely getting a tiny bit cold. So, still carrying her he started walking down to the street, humming somewhat tunelessly. He could do a great bass hum, it was just a shame he had a complete novice's ability at music, perhaps less. It wasn't like he was BAD... he had just never taken the time to learn how to use his voice.

Still he enjoyed humming even if it was a little pathetically tuneless. At least he enjoyed it right now. Generally he only practiced his tuneless humming in a very personal time between him and a lady. Lady. Luck be a lady tonight.... luck be a lady tonight... luck if you've ever been a lady to begin with... luck be a lady tonight....

Where had they been walking? He didn't really remember. He was just sort of walking down the street. When he got a corner he just turned instead of crossing the street. He supposed he looked pretty odd to the passerby but he was happy just carrying her and humming. His frosty-blue eyes probably looked a little daffy, since they were a bit blood shot and half closed.
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Good thing she had a half decent idea of where they were going. Or rather, she knew what street they were on at least so they could find their way back to the right building again once they'd completed their little tour.

"Mmm, you don't have to carry me you know?" he didn't have to, but if he wanted to then she did in no way mind the weird looks they might get while he carried her around like that.
In fact, she was never as comfortable as when she was in his arms. Be it out in public like this, or in the privacy of their own home. Mmm, home. Another very good word that she could share with him: home.

She rested her head back on his shoulder and listened to the humming, not really minding that he was a little off tune sometimes, but merely enjoying it and the rumbling sound that seemed to shut out all other noises.
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He grinned and turned his head to look at her and stops outside a parking entrance. His frosty blue eyes a bit blood shot but he seemed to be enjoying holding her. The muscular man was still rubbing her back softly.

"Yeah, I don't have to carry you..."

He trailed off, noticing the garage entrance was pretty easily accessible if he wanted to get some private time with her. It distracted him. She'd given him those lovely thoughts for their return trip at home that was dancing around in his mind... still he felt so mellow. Made it hard to act on the decisions in his own mind. He just let out a soft rumbling laugh and blinked several times.

"I like carrying you though, as much as I like when you're on top... and underneath.. off to the side.. really in any geometric position we can manage."

He chuckled again, almost a giggle as he thought about that. She was... enjoyably bendy. Bendy is good. He liked bendy. He especially liked bendy in women. Smart bendy made it even better. Smart bendy wasn't as common.
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She noticed him trailing off, her eyes following his and putting two and two together with a small giggle as she nuzzled into his shoulder and touched a kiss to the side of his neck.
Won't hear me complain anytime soon" Lucy grinned when he mentioned the positions he liked her in, as she quite honestly, liked all of them. Picking a favourite would be hard, since it all really depended on her mood and his.

"Mm, should I even ask what's going through your mind right now?" she added with a grin, fairly confident that she had some idea. Though, of course, given his current state she might be completely off track and he might just be considering knitting patterns. Because that was the fun part of being stoned, the way your mind randomly wandered to things that did in no way have to make sense.

Still in his arms, she shifted slightly, just enough to straighten up a little so she could face him and rest her wrists on his shoulder in a way that let her fingertips scratch lightly across the back of his neck.
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"Heh, well, I was considering how nice it would be to get you into the dark of that parking garage, strip us both down enough to get the job done and then enjoying the perfect height of a car hood to see if I could make you lose your mind..."

He grinned and shivered at her scratching his neck, giving her a slow kiss and a soft smile. Yeah, he was thinking it. He seemed to be having a bit of a disconnect in connecting the thoughts with the actions though. He was pretty sure that normally they'd already be inside that garage. For some reason he was just pretty damned mellow about things. It wasn't that he didn't want her, because he did. She felt pretty damned amazing snuggled up against him. He was just... feeling pretty mellow and not as take charge as he normally did.

Had to be because he was stoned. Such a weird way of saying it. I mean, being stoned was an old death sentence right, being pummeled to death by your own village and a ton of hand thrown rocks. So why would they use the same term for getting high on some drug? Didn't make a lot of sense to him. Had to be some deeper meaning that he wasn't aware of. He might need to track it down. Asking Mac wouldn't help, the girl was all tits no knowledge. But where does one track down the esoteric meaning of a random phrase like getting stoned? it probably had something to do with the internet. The internet generally got involved in these things after a while. So he'd have to see.
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"Mmm, I don't think you're quite in a state of mind to do that" the grinning Brujah said with a soft chuckle to her voice, although... "But if you want" she leaned in, gracing his lower lip with her teeth and giving it a light nip while looking up at him. "I'm sure I could do something to make you feel good... and you could just... relax" the Swede nipped at his lip again before giving his chin a light nudge of her nose.

Though, up to him really. Poor guy was still trying to figure out how to handle the whole stoned thing. And here she was, kinda sorta offering to take advantage of him. Though, hopefully it was in a way he'd appreciate, right? He didn't normally complain when she did, though, it was cold and it was a garage and uhm...

She at least had the good grace to allow her blood to warm enough for her to blush lightly with a tilt of her head, even though the playful smile remained, lingering on her lips and reflecting in her eyes.
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He broke into a grin. It was hard to want to say no to her, and he didn't want to. He made sure to shift them somewhere nobody could see them, looking around to make sure there weren't any CCTV cameras to film them. He shifted his head to the side. He was pretty sure there was something he should be considering in terms of his blood. It had to do with him being stoned. No, that was stupid. It wasn't like being stoned turned his blood to acid or anything.

He ducked them into the garage far enough to not be visible from the outside and stretched his muscled neck out to leave it open for her, letting out a soft rumbling purr of happiness. It totally slipped his mind that she'd be kind of stoned if she drank much of his blood. But then, maybe she didn't want to drink much of it? It wasn't like she didn't give him blood back, because she did, it was great. He had to admit, it was, really nice... to have a boss that fed him more than as little as possible. He got WHY Sawyer had done it his way. But... it was awesome to have vitae running through his system and when she shared with him he did make things pretty happy. Or, well, it made him pretty happy. He wasn't a thing. At least, not to her. She was pretty obvious about thinking of him like a person. Not that Sawyer hadn't been. Because Sawyer was just as good about thinking about him as a person as Lucy was. Just wasn't as pretty.
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Mm, tempting... She leaned in and brushed her lips softly along his throat, feeling the warm skin, sensing the pulse just below its surface.
"I had thought maybe you wanted more than that..." Lucy whispered, those soft lips parting to let her tongue trace up his throat even as one hand was carefully manoeuvred away from his neck to slide down his torso and slip down between their bodies so her fingers could toy with the belt.

That did in no way mean she wasn't inclined to bite him though, he could feel the light scrape of those sweet deadly fangs as they brushed against his skin with a warm breath. But she meant it, she wanted him to feel good, and she was more than willing to give him more than just the Kiss to make sure he felt as good as possible.

Nimble fingers tugged at his belt, managing to get it loose with a little insistent convincing even as she pressed her lips to his throat, just lightly nipping his skin with her front teeth.
"Though... that's up to you..."
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The muscular ghoul blinked, then blinked again and then it clicked. She was offering to... OOOHHHH... He blushed, he actually felt his cheeks and ears turning red, so it was probably good that he had a beard and hat to hide his reaction. His thick hand brushed her hair and he stroked her face, his frost blue eyes looking down at her, a far more normal color than the silver-blue they'd turned when he was on more Nosferatu blood than normal.

"Kind of wish I had worn my kilt...."

He mumbled in a tongue tied response. Why the hell did he feel so mellow and awkward? It wasn't like he and Lucy never played where they could get caught. Hell, that time at her tattoo parlor when he wouldn't let her lock the door someone had actually come in. Though that guy had scampered quick after being told they were closed. He still got more than an eyeful he did.

"But uh, yeah... no, yeah, that sounded nice, er, yeah. Ooh....ummm, if you want to..."

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What was this? Awkwardness? He hadn't been awkward with her ever before, not even that first time in the alley. Well, that had been slightly awkward but in a different manner that included a rather botched attempt of feeding and an embarrassing realization that he was someone else's ghoul.

Normally, he never had any trouble telling her or showing her what it was he wanted. So this was definitively a new experience. Though, hey, she could roll with that.

"Oh, I want to..." just meant that control, for once, was hers which she pointed out with a low growl as she bit at his throat again though still without the use of her fangs. Just a brief touch of pain to contrast the warmth of her hand as it slipped into his pants after having dealt with a couple of buttons to give her room to mmm move.

Because as of yet, he was still holding her up. If he wanted more than the teasing touch of her fingers, he'd need to put her back down. Though until then, she'd happily show him what a good dexterity and nimble fingers could do. As if he didn't already know that.
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He shivered and leaned back against the wall and slowly allowed her down, taking deep slow breaths. His mind was starting to whirl and shift too fast for rational thought. He managed to groan out a few deep rumbles, almost stammering. His hands caressed her hair slowly and he just let out a sort of weak moan. He wanted her too. For a change, he wanted his darling Lilbit to take complete control.

He was just feeling to mellow, to hyper-stimulated and too heavy at the same time to manage to control her. It was an odd situation for him. There was a heavy dose of BDSM couple in their relationship so far, almost two stages of Lucy to deal with. The strong rambunctious vampire, capable of stating her opinion, expressing herself artistically and more than his equal in terms of knowing what she liked... then there was Lilbit, collar locked around her throat, docile, submissive, eager to be used, almost abused, hungry for the rawest attention he directed her way. This... was an odd shift. For him, not for her. He WANTED her to take charge right now.
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So often she gave up control to him, both because she liked it and because he did. That didn't mean it was every time. There was plenty of times that was simply playful or even tender, though she could be the one to take control and while it didn't happen all that often with the two of them, she showed him now what she meant as she felt her feet touch the ground, giving her a chance to move and do as she wished.

She kissed his chest with a warm breath that might reach his skin through the layer of clothes as she slipped downwards, putting her trust in him having chosen some place where they could have relative privacy and not end up being seen by any passers by.
Blue eyes looking up at him as that warm touch of her hand helped free him from those annoying restrictive pants, flashing him a grin as she teasingly rubbed her cheek against him.

"Mmm... you look happy...." yeah, her tone of voice had a teasing touch to it as her hands slowly kneaded the muscles of his thighs, apparently quite content with making him squirm a little before actually giving him what she'd promised.
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He was fairly certain words were something he knew. He definitely thought he knew what words were. Once, at some point, he might actually have been able to use them in strings. Those strings were called something, but damned if he knew what they were. He was just producing deep, garbled rumbling sounds. Sounds that took on a happy purring sound as he strokes her hair and neck, returning her massaging fingers with gentle stroking of his own.

His frosty-blue eyes were regarding her, huge as he stared down at her. She was... amazing. On a number of levels. Parts of his anatomy at least were doing a wonderful job of expressing just how much happy he was with her. How much happy? What the hell? That was NOT WORDS PROPER. He blinked a few times and made a sound a great deal like "urrrrmmmmaaaaaa" but, he hoped, a bit sexier.

Unfortunately, it wasn't likely. The heavily muscled man thumped his back against the concrete wall and continued stroking her face and hair, staring at her in amazement. She was so soft. And pretty. Soft and pretty. Those were good words. Those were Lucy words....
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A quiet chuckle escaped those smiling lips of hers as he, less than eloquently, expressed his feelings. Her hands moving up to his hips to push him against the wall with a determined kind of insistence, flexing her fingers gently with just enough pressure to start massaging him again while still keeping him pinned back against the wall.

She liked that look on his face, the way those eyes of his gazed at her. Not so much silver as they had once been, but a warmer kind of blue now that it was her blood that flowed through him. Fuelled him.

"Very happy..." the blonde whispered, turning her head to brush her lips slowly along his length. The warm breath created by the way her blood had heated, creating an interesting contrast to the chill of the night air.
Hm, those metal piercings of his always made this kind of play rather interesting, her lips parting to allow the brush of her tongue to trace along him as well, tasting him as well as the metal.

He brought out the best in her. And quite possibly some would argue, the worst with how she didn't appear to have a problem with this kind of play in what was still a rather public place despite him having chosen as secluded a spot as was currently available.

"And very warm..." those words were the last though before she let her lips wrap around him in a hot wet embrace as the quiet sigh was muffled against him. A content sound, a pleased sound as she kept her eyes looking up at him when she started to please him.
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"Urble..."

Was really all he got out. His brain was rather thoroughly scattered at the moment. His hands and fingers warmly running through her hair and massaging her neck and shoulders. He kept himself pressed firmly against the wall. Normally it would be natural for him to grab her, basically shred any clothing interfering and move thing to a more aggressive action, but he didn't have the coherence of thought to manage it this time.

He was letting out a soft rumbling moan now, having lost even the basic pretenses of speech. Just happy little animal noises of pleasure and satisfaction. She was...amazing. There were definite and clear advantages to dating a girl who didn't need to breath that most people would probably never really consider. He wasn't really considering them now. Mostly he was just thinking all the variations of the word good that could come to mind. Not that there were many, really. Good, goodly, goodness, goodocity, it was possible that last one wasn't a word.
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Well, she might know a trick or two. With previous boyfriends she'd shown them she knew very well to use her tongue piercing for all it was worth, though with Toran, well, he had her beat in the piercings department.
Not that that she let that deter her in any way as she'd used that soft wet tongue of hers to explore him, to flex and press against him while alternating the pressure created by her lips to thoroughly work his whole length or, as much as she was capable of at least.

The man was... big. Though that again proved the bonuses of not actually having to breathe as she'd close her eyes and simply focus on him and his experience. Noting his reactions and the way his breathing might change, every little sound and groan used to figure out what exactly made him tick so that she could push him towards that edge while continuing to coax those sweet sounds from his throat.

If she could've she would've been smiling, the soft push of her tongue pressing him against the top of her mouth as she moved down on him again, just to add a little more friction and sensations to the experience while continuing that slow massage of his hips even as she kept him from moving or reclaiming control.
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The muscular ghoul shivered and his blue eyes almost rolled back in his head. His fingers were massaging her shoulders gently as he twitched. It wasn't long before he had to warn her to get her mouth out of the way. He wasn't sure exactly what would happen but he wasn't about to risk causing Lucy to vomit up blood, even mellow and a bit out of his head he still warned her.

Of course, normally when he warned her it didn't come out as quite the squeaking sound he produced this time. Apparently falsetto was the sound he was capable of producing when she was determined to cause his brain to spiral open and turn into a squeaky mass of warmness. That wasn't right. It was at that point, while trying to determine how to describe what she was doing to him, that all thought became relatively impossible for a brief period of time.

His hands twitched on his shoulders, but he remained relatively passive. A mellow warm figure who was blinking repeatedly as he looked down at the beautiful woman who so successfully turned his brain into pudding. Warm, happy, joyful pudding.
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