*Based on Live Roleplay*
She runs a hand trough her dark red hair, her gold eyes closed to rest. She lays across the arm char, her red dress riding up higher on her thigh. The bell on the door chimed its tune though no audible steps followed the singular sound though the temperature in the room receded with the coming chill from beyond glass and wood protection. Her gold eyes looks up at him, raises an eyebrow as her hand slide down her thigh. His eyes watched that had slide oh so curiously as a smile turned up the corners of his mouth, just watching her hand in its course. She lick her lips, she put her legs down, she stands up, moving to his, her hands slide up his chest, she watch him through her lashes. Nothing within him stirred at her touch. The skin beneath her hands as cold as the toughest stone. The smile never changed watching her movements with minor disinterest. What was it about this one that caught his curiosity so much? Her lips caress his, and then she move away from him to the door. The caress was reciprocated idly as he continued to watch her, this would need further to see what her interest was. Eyes followed her course before proceeding after. She moves to the lock the door, and moves to back to the couch, she crossed her bare legs. A pause then at the locking of the door as he followed her about with just his eyes. Truly what was this one's game? Cautionary steps moved him to that ominous couch before taking a seat beside the scarlet letter. "why did you tried to take me?" Her fingers slide up her thigh, pushing the dress a bit higher.
"I am young, but I am fun because I could. There ain't no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good."
"I see. but you didn't give me answer." Her dress went even higher, as her finger slide upper.
"The answer's in the telling if the blind but wish to see." Lounging back his eyes merely follow the progression of that had with a slow leering smile. She slide on his lap, her lips press against his, a slow serous kiss.
"I am not for the taking." His hand found its way into her hair for a solid jerk back as if to say 'oh no?' before pulling her close for a true kiss. She wanted sensuous she could talk to an angel. She closes her gold eyes as she was jerk back and his mouth found her. "I am not your to be taking." She kissed him harder than he pulled her hair. A teasing press of tongue over her teeth as hands roughly explored where they wanted. Teased...where they wanted. She arched her back against him, feeling his hands on her, she bite down hard on his bottom lip. A low sinister grin of bared fangs at the bite as the skin broke. His blood smoking as though from something demonic. Hands continued to explore and wander, just seeing what her limits would be before things became truly...violent. Her mouth went to his ear. "What is your name? and no riddles. What should I called you when I moan your name." Oh the load that question bares. Her question merely got a sharp laugh as fangs grazed along her neck. She closed her gold eyes as his fangs gaze her neck. her claws went deeper into his skin. "Your name?" A brief his at the cutting but it was soon replaced with darker laughter as fingers found their prize and delved deeply. She gasp when he touch her, her claws went deeper still into his skin. "You are not going to say?" A low groan at her persistence with a light shake of his head. He could only withstand so much before the posies felt it, and that he could not allow. Still fingers worked their dark task. She bit back a moan. "A game we are playing for you will never my name till you tell me yours."
"We are young, but we are fun..." His only reply to her words without a pause to the ministrations applied by his hand. Her mouth found his, kissing him hard., her teeth gaze his throat, drawling blood. OOoh this one was fun. A curious thought as to how she could fit into the current gambit set in motion.
"I got a riddle for you. If one truly wants who wants but never can satisfied, how one can satisfied one?"
The distortion was quick, barely noticeable to those not paying attention. The corporeal smudge was easily ameliorated, though, a linear clarity as though nothing had happened, save for the crimson Incubus left sprawled upon the couch, sinewy limbs adrift in lazy camber that tensed only long enough to execute a rather feline-like stretch. Empty wells of cream would drift to the side and absorb those gathered within.::
A lover of games too it seems as the vampire?s hand not once pausing in it's task at Avita?s. words. Could this one not sense something amiss by his speech patterns? She leans closer, pressing her chest against his.
She runs a hand trough her dark red hair, her gold eyes closed to rest. She lays across the arm char, her red dress riding up higher on her thigh. The bell on the door chimed its tune though no audible steps followed the singular sound though the temperature in the room receded with the coming chill from beyond glass and wood protection. Her gold eyes looks up at him, raises an eyebrow as her hand slide down her thigh. His eyes watched that had slide oh so curiously as a smile turned up the corners of his mouth, just watching her hand in its course. She lick her lips, she put her legs down, she stands up, moving to his, her hands slide up his chest, she watch him through her lashes. Nothing within him stirred at her touch. The skin beneath her hands as cold as the toughest stone. The smile never changed watching her movements with minor disinterest. What was it about this one that caught his curiosity so much? Her lips caress his, and then she move away from him to the door. The caress was reciprocated idly as he continued to watch her, this would need further to see what her interest was. Eyes followed her course before proceeding after. She moves to the lock the door, and moves to back to the couch, she crossed her bare legs. A pause then at the locking of the door as he followed her about with just his eyes. Truly what was this one's game? Cautionary steps moved him to that ominous couch before taking a seat beside the scarlet letter. "why did you tried to take me?" Her fingers slide up her thigh, pushing the dress a bit higher.
"I am young, but I am fun because I could. There ain't no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good."
"I see. but you didn't give me answer." Her dress went even higher, as her finger slide upper.
"The answer's in the telling if the blind but wish to see." Lounging back his eyes merely follow the progression of that had with a slow leering smile. She slide on his lap, her lips press against his, a slow serous kiss.
"I am not for the taking." His hand found its way into her hair for a solid jerk back as if to say 'oh no?' before pulling her close for a true kiss. She wanted sensuous she could talk to an angel. She closes her gold eyes as she was jerk back and his mouth found her. "I am not your to be taking." She kissed him harder than he pulled her hair. A teasing press of tongue over her teeth as hands roughly explored where they wanted. Teased...where they wanted. She arched her back against him, feeling his hands on her, she bite down hard on his bottom lip. A low sinister grin of bared fangs at the bite as the skin broke. His blood smoking as though from something demonic. Hands continued to explore and wander, just seeing what her limits would be before things became truly...violent. Her mouth went to his ear. "What is your name? and no riddles. What should I called you when I moan your name." Oh the load that question bares. Her question merely got a sharp laugh as fangs grazed along her neck. She closed her gold eyes as his fangs gaze her neck. her claws went deeper into his skin. "Your name?" A brief his at the cutting but it was soon replaced with darker laughter as fingers found their prize and delved deeply. She gasp when he touch her, her claws went deeper still into his skin. "You are not going to say?" A low groan at her persistence with a light shake of his head. He could only withstand so much before the posies felt it, and that he could not allow. Still fingers worked their dark task. She bit back a moan. "A game we are playing for you will never my name till you tell me yours."
"We are young, but we are fun..." His only reply to her words without a pause to the ministrations applied by his hand. Her mouth found his, kissing him hard., her teeth gaze his throat, drawling blood. OOoh this one was fun. A curious thought as to how she could fit into the current gambit set in motion.
"I got a riddle for you. If one truly wants who wants but never can satisfied, how one can satisfied one?"
The distortion was quick, barely noticeable to those not paying attention. The corporeal smudge was easily ameliorated, though, a linear clarity as though nothing had happened, save for the crimson Incubus left sprawled upon the couch, sinewy limbs adrift in lazy camber that tensed only long enough to execute a rather feline-like stretch. Empty wells of cream would drift to the side and absorb those gathered within.::
A lover of games too it seems as the vampire?s hand not once pausing in it's task at Avita?s. words. Could this one not sense something amiss by his speech patterns? She leans closer, pressing her chest against his.