*Based on Live roleplay*
She would appeared in the shadows of the couch with the wine and her glass. He strolls in through the door, enjoying the lovely aromas around him. Her gold eyes looks up and smiles. she patted side of her. Smiling back at her, he walks across and takes his seat. " Nice place this is.."
"Did you forget your glass, Bayne?"
~Palms his face~ " I fear I have done just that Avita." He laughs at his absentmindedness.
"Don't worry. we can share mine," She slides across his lap, pressed her glass to his lips. Smiling, he sips from her glass, savouring the delicate flavours a while before swallowing. "Mmm.. That is quite the vintage." He look at her with a roguish twinkle in his eye and a crooked grin on his features.
"Sure is.." She would drink from the glass. "tell me about you, Bayne." her lips close to his ear and her fingers work themselves up his shirt.
Wrapping an arm around her lithe figure he pulls her closer and closes his eyes a little, enjoying her scent. "What is it you would like to know? Mine is a story spanning 300 years.", he whispered past her ear, rubbing his nose against her earlobe.
"You and Victor are blood brothers?"
"Alas no.. Well.. Not in the traditional sense.. He was born 400 years before me, I am merely the newest member of his coven, having been turned by a charge of his."
"So I see." she pulls away. "who turned you?"
"A Drow Woman by the name of Maliara." He removes his arm from around her and looked into her eyes with the dark red, green tinted stare of his own.
She nods, her fingers touch his lips. "she was at the inn, was she not?"
He purses his lips, lightly kissing her fingertips. "Indeed she was, she was the companion that was with Victor and I ever so briefly." She would lean against him, her chest press against his. her mouth claimed his. closing his eyes, he leans forward, pressing his lips firmly against hers, his tongue tip flicking past his teeth to gently tease her. her tongue played against his, a light nibble on his bottom lip. Pulling back slightly from the bite, but only to grin wickedly, he presses his mouth to hers again, his tongue probing the recesses of her mouth as his hands start exploring the exotic curves of her body through her clothes. Well she is only wearing a red silk dress that barely covers and holds her body. He is wearing a loose shirt and simple trousers. Both of a dark brownish black color and linen cloth. her fingers move up to undo his buttons. He slides his hands up her arms, gently caressing her soft skin under his wandering fingertips.
"do you want me?"
A slow smile spreads from ear to ear, showing his short fangs. "I could pose that question to you my Lady, but yes, I believe I do."
?I want you.....yes." She kissed him again. Without breaking the kiss he wraps an arm around her and pulls her fully onto his lap. His hands lifting the hem of her dress so she could make herself properly comfortable, while also giving him access to the soft curves of her backside. She nibbles on the bottom of his lip. His tongue flicks past his teeth again, once more licking at her lips and seeking to wrestle with hers in the warm moist depths of her mouth. she chuckles and pulled away. "what are you waiting for."
She would appeared in the shadows of the couch with the wine and her glass. He strolls in through the door, enjoying the lovely aromas around him. Her gold eyes looks up and smiles. she patted side of her. Smiling back at her, he walks across and takes his seat. " Nice place this is.."
"Did you forget your glass, Bayne?"
~Palms his face~ " I fear I have done just that Avita." He laughs at his absentmindedness.
"Don't worry. we can share mine," She slides across his lap, pressed her glass to his lips. Smiling, he sips from her glass, savouring the delicate flavours a while before swallowing. "Mmm.. That is quite the vintage." He look at her with a roguish twinkle in his eye and a crooked grin on his features.
"Sure is.." She would drink from the glass. "tell me about you, Bayne." her lips close to his ear and her fingers work themselves up his shirt.
Wrapping an arm around her lithe figure he pulls her closer and closes his eyes a little, enjoying her scent. "What is it you would like to know? Mine is a story spanning 300 years.", he whispered past her ear, rubbing his nose against her earlobe.
"You and Victor are blood brothers?"
"Alas no.. Well.. Not in the traditional sense.. He was born 400 years before me, I am merely the newest member of his coven, having been turned by a charge of his."
"So I see." she pulls away. "who turned you?"
"A Drow Woman by the name of Maliara." He removes his arm from around her and looked into her eyes with the dark red, green tinted stare of his own.
She nods, her fingers touch his lips. "she was at the inn, was she not?"
He purses his lips, lightly kissing her fingertips. "Indeed she was, she was the companion that was with Victor and I ever so briefly." She would lean against him, her chest press against his. her mouth claimed his. closing his eyes, he leans forward, pressing his lips firmly against hers, his tongue tip flicking past his teeth to gently tease her. her tongue played against his, a light nibble on his bottom lip. Pulling back slightly from the bite, but only to grin wickedly, he presses his mouth to hers again, his tongue probing the recesses of her mouth as his hands start exploring the exotic curves of her body through her clothes. Well she is only wearing a red silk dress that barely covers and holds her body. He is wearing a loose shirt and simple trousers. Both of a dark brownish black color and linen cloth. her fingers move up to undo his buttons. He slides his hands up her arms, gently caressing her soft skin under his wandering fingertips.
"do you want me?"
A slow smile spreads from ear to ear, showing his short fangs. "I could pose that question to you my Lady, but yes, I believe I do."
?I want you.....yes." She kissed him again. Without breaking the kiss he wraps an arm around her and pulls her fully onto his lap. His hands lifting the hem of her dress so she could make herself properly comfortable, while also giving him access to the soft curves of her backside. She nibbles on the bottom of his lip. His tongue flicks past his teeth again, once more licking at her lips and seeking to wrestle with hers in the warm moist depths of her mouth. she chuckles and pulled away. "what are you waiting for."