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| Topic Started: Thursday, 2. January 2014, 00:53 (1,218 Views) | |
| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 3. January 2014, 02:53 Post #41 |
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Oh, but while he warned her, and she could appreciate that, she didn't pull away. Instead, she made sure he wouldn't get a chance to protest again, as she'd closed her eyes tightly, taking him as deeply as she could manage and holding him there while he gave in. Fingers gripper him a little more tightly there they rested at his hips, keeping her control of the situation even as she allowed him the time to ride through the sensations. What? She could so... well, this was as good a thing to use it for anything else right...? And it was first when she was absolutely sure he was spent that she pulled back, though pressing her lips softly to the tip of him in a kiss before looking up at him with a smile that was both happy and mm, amused. A girl was allowed to think it a little fun when she was able to nearly bring her boyfriend to his knees right? "Mmm..." the Brujah was still grinning when she brushed a thumb across her lips and slowly rose to her feet while uhm, gently tucking him back into his pants. "Feel better?" |
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| Toran | Friday, 3. January 2014, 03:05 Post #42 |
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"I'm sure at some point I knew the kind of words that would be able to tell you how that made me feel... but for the moment I'm completely at a loss for what those words might be." The muscular man shook all over for a moment, like a bear coming out of the water. She made his brain go pop. Fizzle fizzle pop. Fizzle fizzle pop pop pow. It was safe to say he was in a good mood. He still felt mellow and heavy and abnormally passive for him, but he was definitely in a good mood. Tiny shivers traveling up and down his spine. He slip his arms around her and held her to his chest. She was, probably without a doubt the best vampire he knew. Hands down. He rubbed his hands up and down her arms in appreciation. He let out other happy little rumbles as he adjusted to how he was feeling, sorta. He felt like someone had hit him with a pure happiness tazer. He at least managed to get his words out in his own voice, a soft rumble that only got rumblier as he spoke. His blue eyes just regarded her warmly and bit his lip to contain a soft happy giggle. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 3. January 2014, 03:15 Post #43 |
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Lucy leaned into him with a warm sigh, deft hands at least finishing buckling up his belt again before sliding around his waist to come to rest on his back while he rubbed her arms. She loved happy warm Toran, and while she loved it when he was the dominant one, there was no denying she loved his soft side just as much. "Do you want more..?" the blue eyes opened to look up at him again as she mimicked his movement from earlier by tilting her head to the side and exposing her neck to him as the muscles flexed lightly beneath that pale skin of hers. It was a different kind of pleasure she offered this time, one which was distinctly tied to the nature of a Ghoul; that innate desire for Kindred vitae. "Only fair isn't it..?" she'd drank her fill from him earlier that night when she'd awoken. So, only fair he got to taste her as well. She took, but she would also like to think she gave. That while the bond made the relationship a little unbalanced, that they were still as level as they could be. |
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| Toran | Friday, 3. January 2014, 03:41 Post #44 |
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There is mellow because there's stoned and then they're dead, which Toran was not. It was hard for a ghoul to turn down a chance to drink from his dominitor and he didn't have it in him to refuse now. The 6'4 muscled ghoul made an odd sort of whimpering sound and blinked his eyes a few times. He was waiting for his brain to click back on and kick back in. "If you think you can spare it. You already made yourself warm for me." He regarded her with a smile behind his black beard. It was definitely something he'd be hard put to say no too. Not that he wanted too. He'd taken an amused pleasure in helping her hunt lately. He had a certain amusement that a couple of the girls at the clubs they frequented had come back for seconds, thinking he could give them mind blowing orgasms with just a bit of foreplay. None of them really remembered Lucy slipping up behind them to put the bite down. Given his distinctive looks it wasn't hard for them to remember him. He was contemplating the benefits or security involved in trying to establish a herd for Lucy, stable blood donors when it occurred to him he didn't know how long he'd been standing there staring at her. That was a bit disconcerting. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 3. January 2014, 03:54 Post #45 |
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The spacing out parts weren't too bad really, they just had the happy Brujah giggle a little as he snapped back out of it after having gotten lost in his own thoughts for a moment or two. She really really did wish she could've taken part in what he was thinking, because the way his brain had been connecting things so far that night had been both interesting and amusing. "Please?" the blonde craned her neck a little more for him though it was still his choice if he wanted the blood given through a kiss or if he wanted to use a blade like he sometimes did. It would sting but, he was always careful, the cuts always shallow so not to actually hurt her. In many ways they worked better together than some who'd known each other for ages simply because things had been open and honest from the get go. Well, once past the initial shock of their first meeting anyways. It was also why having him help her hunt worked as well as it did. And while it was a new experience to be hunting with someone else like that, it had proven very efficient. Mm, and fun. |
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| Toran | Friday, 3. January 2014, 04:06 Post #46 |
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He reached down to cup her ass and lift her up so her face and his were level. He wanted to kiss her. He muzzily considered that he might not be able to judge things well enough to trust himself with a blade at that moment. Last thing he wanted was for her to have to heal a deep slash to his neck. He kissed her once, twice and just curled her body up against his again. He stared into her eyes and let out a deep rumble. He leaned forward to whisper something into her ear, a game he might want to play, if she were interested. It was outside the norm for him, but he had to admit, there was a deep appeal to it. There was an advantage to having made sure all his furniture was extremely hard to break. He sort of lost himself in sniffing her neck and just enjoying nuzzling her. His mind was thinking about how wonderful it might be to drink her at that moment and he sort of nibbled her a bit. It didn't really occur to him that he could just clear his blood if he wanted too. Lucy was a very generous master and the fact that she fed from him often before she gave him blood meant he was running strong with her in his system. It was a pretty wonderful sensation too, but he managed to avoid wasting it when he didn't need it. Course, if he ever used the store she was imbuing him with he'd need some pretty heavy transfusions to replace the blood he'd have to burn up. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 3. January 2014, 04:18 Post #47 |
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The whisper earned him a light shiver and a smile as she nodded her quiet answer to that. She could definitively give that a try seeing as how much she enjoyed the other games they played. He would just have to leave the collar be, and she'd play and see where it lead them. Because the collar had by now a certain set of feelings associated with it. And some reactions she knew she couldn't help if it was put around her neck. Quietly murmuring, she shivered again when he nuzzled her neck and nipped her skin with his teeth. The feel good emotions making her smile all that much more while he one more held her so her feet were dangling above ground. "I love you" the Swede whispered while cupping his cheek to guide his lips to hers again so she could give him the taste of her blood in a heated but soft kiss. |
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| Toran | Friday, 3. January 2014, 04:33 Post #48 |
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"I love you too darling." He mumbled right before they kissed. He did enjoying drinking this way. It wouldn't increase the bond any longer, but he didn't worry about that. He was just aware of how delicious the kiss was, how amazing it was to taste her vitae and how intimate it was to drink in this manner. His arms held her tight against him and he felt another shiver shake his mind as the blood ran through him. He was so caught up in the Kiss that he wasn't really thinking about anything but how great it was to be kissing her, to be tasting her blood. She was just breathtaking on so many levels. "You think they've noticed we slipped out at the party yet?" He wondered but his mind wasn't really focusing on it at the moment. He wasn't sure he really cared, except he wanted to make sure Lucy was having a good time and she was pretty important to him. She was just so wonderful. So incredible. It was probably a bit odd to be talking around a woman's tongue and it may have sounded a bit muddled but he couldn't help but enjoy this wonderful moment with her. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 3. January 2014, 18:43 Post #49 |
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The Brujah, her body softly leaned into his, savoured the quiet sounds he made, offering her own soft sighs in return while they shared in a kiss that meant so much more than just the physical closeness it represented. He made her happier than she had thought possible and she wished she could somehow be able to show him that. Show him just how much he meant to her without coming across as a sugar coated cliché. Mm, come to think of it, she probably couldn't avoid that if she ever tried to express it all in words. Good thing ten that she could let her actions speak for her. The smile against his lips one which spoke of contentment and happiness as she, a little reluctantly, pulled back just enough to end the kiss. Though still allowing herself to brush her lips across his between words. "Maybe... we should... go back" she both wanted to and did not want to go back. But, she still needed to thank Sawyer, and she was happy for having been invited so poor Toran would simply have to endure a little while longer with the freakshow that was the party. "It ought to be time for presents soon" although she'd gotten the best present she ever could've when Toran had told her he wanted to be with her. |
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| Toran | Friday, 3. January 2014, 18:54 Post #50 |
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"Okay. I guess I can take it. I'll just hide behind you and hope the teenage cuddle pile doesn't devour me." He grinned as he said it and lowered her to the ground. He was a little chilled, though he was feeling pretty good. Good enough that he concentrated with his eyes closed, focusing on burning the toxins out of his system. After a brief time his head cleared and he hugged her tight, his voice resuming it's normal timber. "Well, I'll have to remember to ask them for their cookie recipe. That could be an interesting state of mind, if I know it's coming." He grinned at her, it hadn't taken too much blood to clean his system and Lucy was a very generous master. He'd probably have been getting as close to holding as much in his system as he could without her draining off some extra blood. But this was better. That game she had agreed to play, well, he didn't want to be all mellow when it came time to play THAT game. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 3. January 2014, 23:06 Post #51 |
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"What? Not in a mood to cuddle with a bunch of teenage boys?" the Brujah teased him with a playful grin as she was lowered down onto the ground again, watching him as he focused and cleared his system of the drugs. The effects were visible in the way the look in his eyes, when they opened again, changed, how the glassy effect faded and was replaced by that bright look they normally had. "Oh, is that so?" well, if he thought that was fun.. "Well, I'll bake for you if you should ever feel in the mood for it" she giggled, not minding one bit if he decided he wanted to try it again. Heh, knowingly try it anyway. And if he did decide to try it again, while at home, there was the chance she might be allowed a taste too. "And if you do like it... maybe you'll let me have a nip too?" she smiled, batting those long dark lashes at him with another giggle. She was definitively still in a good mood, that much was obvious. "If you don't mind that is" because she wouldn't ever demand that of him. |
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| Toran | Friday, 3. January 2014, 23:14 Post #52 |
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He reached behind her head and cupped her neck, lifting her up enough for her to feel the iron grip along the back of her head even as he bent down to give her a deep kiss, his voice a soft deep blanket to wrap about her. "Any time you want to partake of something, let me know. If it's something I can't or won't enjoy for myself, we'll find you a clean donor. I'll always watch out for you, even when or if you choose to get a little silly." He smiled warmly at her and wrapped her in his thick arm, pulling her tight against his form. His gaze told her that this little experiment wasn't over. He was looking forward to seeing how much of a fight she put up when they got home. He knew she had just as much MMA training as him, so it should be a very, very painful, yet very satisfying time later. Not his submissive little Lilbit, but his aggressive and strong Lucy. "I haven't had a chance to tell you yet, with all the stuff you were doing to get ready for the party and the neighborhood event you wanted, but my aunt is in town. She's 24. I know, weird to have an aunt younger than me. She's a wonderful girl. You'd like her. I was thinking to have you two meet at some point. She's the closest relative I have since my folks passed, and it would mean something to me, for you to meet someone in my family." It was a big thing to drop on her, but given how this was the season for family and all, it seemed appropriate. It was OK if Lucy didn't want to meet her. She just figured maybe they'd get on well. Goodness knows he didn't want Jams getting wrapped up in this world or anything, but maybe if he put his head together with Lucy's he could come up with a way to keep her safe. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 3. January 2014, 23:55 Post #53 |
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Mmm, she sighed into that kiss as her eyes closed and that well familiar tremble that only his voice could cause, rushed through her body as he spoke. "Don't worry... Strongest I've ever tried was X... and I wouldn't ask you to get drugged up for me. At most... I'd ask for a bite when you decide to have a drink, or a cookie" she added with a giggle before biting the air with a grin at him. Cookie was a fun word. Didn't need to be stoned to think that. When he told her about his aunt and wrapped his arm around her, Lucy leaned into him so that if he wanted to start moving again, they could without her having to leave the comfort of his embrace. "It would be nice to meet her. Really I uhm, I'd actually be honoured you'd want me to meet a relative of yours" maybe that sounded silly, but it didn't make it any less true. Family was precious, so that he actually wanted her to meet a relative of his meant a lot to her. "Thank you Toran..." for letting her feel normal.. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 4. January 2014, 00:02 Post #54 |
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He looked at her and smiled, then turned and started walking with her tucked against him. He loved having her body pressed against him, even when they weren't having sex or making out. He just took a great deal of physical comfort in feeling her slim muscled form tucked against him. It made him feel, at ease. "Well, you're a pretty special woman. Only right that you get to meet my family. Truth to tell, it'd be a lot harder to introduce say Mac to my family than you. Sure, the night time meetings might seem a bit odd, but at least I know you wouldn't offend my family or try to stake them just to be sure." He grinned down at her from behind his beard, chuckling. He had no doubt that if he forced her into the situation Mac would TRY. Badly. And intentionally fail, in hopes that he'd never ask her again. But Lucy, she was a real lady. She might not think so, but the way his dad had taught him the definition of lady she qualified. It was in his nature to treat a lady right, even if she could kick his ass. Suppose he might need to treat Ms Maddox better in that regard. She was definitely another candidate for lady-like behaviors in his mind. Course, his mom had been a lady, and that didn't stop her from braining his pop with a frying pan once when he he got drunk and acted the fool. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 4. January 2014, 18:05 Post #55 |
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"I can't promise not to offend them, I can only promise to be myself" she said honestly, though, he knew what she meant. Or at least so she figured as they continued down the street, her own arm around him in return, brushing her fingers slowly over his back under the fabric of his jacket. "But I'll do my best to be on good behaviour" she even crossed her heart with her pinkie and grinned up at him. And looking at him she couldn't help but smile even more, thinking about all they'd shared int he relatively short time span they'd been together. Thinking of all the things they'd share in the time to come. Oh, she hoped they'd be together for a long time... Be it like this or both as Kindred, just, together. Though speaking of which, when he did tell her he wanted to be turned... she needed to figure out a way to get permission. And, she'd need to speak with Sawyer again, so Toran could choose, as she wouldn't make that choice for him. Though, that was still in the future sometime. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 4. January 2014, 18:18 Post #56 |
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The big man chuckled and his hand slipped down to firmly grip Lucy's ass, reminding her he was just as happy when she WASN'T on her best behavior. He left it there as they walked, enjoying the play of her muscular legs and backside. "I've seen nothing to make me think you couldn't charm just about anyone sweetling. You're just plain adorable on a number of levels." He meant it too. He was glad his mind was a bit clearer so he could focus his thoughts. Though he had to admit, it made it a bit harder to not want to kidnap Lucy and drag her home for an evening of adult entertainment. Still he restrained himself. She wanted to enjoy the Christmas party so he'd do his best to mingle and fit in. Never his strong points. He wondered if Mac had stabbed anyone yet. I had a feeling someone might end up with a knife in their belly if they pushed the Christmas cheer to hard on the woman. Then again, knowing Mac it was also possible she'd stab someone just out of sheer boredom, or god forbid they use a word with more than three syllables that she didn't understand. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 4. January 2014, 19:51 Post #57 |
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The grip on her butt got him a surprised "squeak" followed by a giggle as she made sure to just wiggle a little for his sake. "Aaw, you say the nicest things" Lucy grinned, quite happily taking that compliment even if she knew damn well there were plenty of people she couldn't have charmed not even if she'd cheated and used Presence. Then again, that would've never stopped her from trying anyway. "Sweetling, is that like, the cute version of a Gremlin?" it could've been! Then again, even the Gremlins were kinda cute in that "aaaw, but I really do wanna run you through a blender just to make sure you don't kill me in my sleep" kind of way. Of course, she never would've turned down a real life Mogwai. "Because I approve if it is" she added with a giggle and a gentle squeeze by the one arm she'd slipped around him. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 4. January 2014, 19:57 Post #58 |
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"Well, you are a monster I'm supposed to be afraid of but instead I feel compelled to cuddle with, so I could see it applying. The Moghwai stage of life at the very least, only sexier." He grinned at her and his hand flexed giving her a squeeze to the rear that showed exactly how much he enjoyed her wiggle. He hoped the folk upstairs at stopped their yelling at least. Hard enough to relax in such a small apartment with so many people, harder when they're moving every which way, yelling and rolling on the floor. Still, he at least wanted to see if Sawyer enjoyed his Christmas present. He wasn't sure Mac would get the reference, but if she did he figured she'd appreciate the sentiment. He felt bad he didn't know the other guy on the invitation enough to make a custom ring for him. Didn't even know which of the people up there was "Church." He chuckled and shook his head. He'd even avoided making and wearing a ring for himself before now just to avoid blowing the surprise factor. Still, before too long they were looking at the building and Toran was contemplating the return to the party with a certain amount of trepidation. Or maybe just a headache and a tired brain. Couldn't complain about how he'd spent him time though. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 5. January 2014, 01:53 Post #59 |
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Stopping outside the building, Lucy's eyes travelled upwards towards the apartment for a few moments before turning her head to look at Toran. "Hey.." her smile was warm as she gave him a light hip bump, still curled into the corner of his arm. "It'll only be for a little while. And, I'll owe you" since she knew he'd be going back in for her sake more than his own, poor guy probably would've left a good while back if she wasn't there. Or at least so she reckoned. So, only fair she offered him compensation for sticking it out with her. "We can go home once the presents have been given out?" the Swede offered with a hopeful touch to her tone of voice. "And if it gets too crowded for you, or too noisy or whatever, then just tell me and we can still leave early" because she didn't want him to feel uncomfortable, she really didn't. |
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| Toran | Sunday, 5. January 2014, 02:07 Post #60 |
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The big man chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "I'll be fine. Now that I'm not riding the magic cookies things should be easier to deal with. Though I'll still stay near the walls. Less chance of stepping on someone. And yes, I'll let you know if things get to chaotic in there for me to deal with." Being in a small apartment with at least a half dozen people he didn't know was not his cup to tea. But it meant a lot to Lucy and it meant a lot to Sawyer and even without the bond those were two people he wanted to see have a good time over the holiday. Besides, watching Mac try not to flip out was bound to be entertaining in it's own right, as long as he could make sure she didn't set the building on fire. He was FAIRLY sure she liked Aguirre and Sawyer too well for that. But you can never tell. "Just don't expect me to sing carols. That, I draw the line at. I am NOT singing Silent Night up there, or any of the other strange christmas songs they might try to drag out of me." Singing. He had no skill at it, yet because of his voice so many people wanted to hear him do it. The worst past is, he was pretty damned sure he was bad at it, but he didn't think people even NOTICED he was bad at it, because they liked how his voice sounded. He didn't have a damned clue how that worked out. But he'd seen it before. Back in high school there was even a teacher who used to make him read the textbook to the entire class, just so she could hear him talk. Granted, she was 24 and he was 16 and man... had she been fun to stay after class for. Not a bad way to lose your cherry either. Better than losing it to some freakish flat chested man-woman like that nightmare he had once. Man, that had been a weird dream. All these people he knew as kids at a Halloween party. Talk about one creepy creepy nightmare. |
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