*Based on Live Roleplay*


Having stepped outside, he felt the touch on his shoulder. Now he was the type to pride himself on being a man that needed no one nor let anything matter to him. But this one, he could not deny, did intrigue him and it took everything he had just to keep control of himself. He stopped and turned lifting his hand to remove the one on his shoulder. She may have the ability to draw him towards her but it would take allot more than outwards beauty to get him to trust her. She tilt her head, and those gold eyes looks to him.

She steps closer to him, stepping around to look at his face, her hand would move so palm met palm. As hard as he tried to fight it, he found himself losing the battle. He was almost as strong as any of his kind could be. He was yet smarter than any of his kind. He was more agile, and just as cunning. But he had never found himself faced with this type of situation. He felt the palm against his and his eyes closed. If good fought evil, that would be an easy fight compared to this. He could not speak at the moment since he continued to lose himself in the woman. She would step closer, drawing in his scent. she would lift up her chin so her lips were close to his lips, so close for a kiss but she didn't make the first move.

He felt her lips close to his, her sweet breath blowing against his face like a soft summer breeze. His head moved closer to hers but a sudden image in his head snapped him out of it quick. He did not know what it was nor why it happend, but he stood still for a moment opening his eyes and peering at the face mere inches from his. her other hand moves to touch his face, her finger caress his lips .she would drop both her hands and moves away, making his want more than ever before.

It was indeed true he wanted her more than anything he had ever wanted, even including the best he had fed from. And maybe it was this that made him reach out and grab her left arm and pull her around towards him. His intentions were to pull her close to him and plant his lips against hers with a very deep kiss allowing his lips to feel hers but not allowing his fangs to be felt. She kissed him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulls away to look in his eyes, a soft knowing smile on her lips. He felt this kiss and once more lost himself in her. But as the kiss broke, he was able to gather himself up and take a step back from the woman. He still knew nothing about her let alone her name. And he still did not trust her despite the fact that he did enjoy the feel of her soft warm supple lips against his. He stood still watching her for a few moments longer.

She would turned and move away from him again, teasing a bit. her hips sway to drawl him further. This time he stood fast not making any movement at all. He did not even so much as give a sign of emotion. Instead he could have passed as a statue. She would turn, a finger move up, summoning him closer to her. He continued to remain still. Not a muscle ripple, not a twitch, not so much as even a blink. He continued to remain as motionless as a statue. She would move to him, her fingers move to touch under his shirt and move up his stomach and chest. "your name... please."

A smile barely visible came to his pale lips. "Fred Shadow" he said. He stood still feeling the fingers but not showing emotions. He had a reason and a purpose for what he was doing.

"Fred Shadow? I don't see you as a Fred. something more darker than." She tilts her chin, her lips move to his as to taste a fine wine. "much darker than that."




Thanks Darkheart for a lovely role-play.