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 Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 6:49 pm
 Feeling her nails along his skin clawed at his self control. Without thinking, he bit down a bit harder on her throat, but he quickly remedied that by gently sucking on her flesh. He tenderly kissed the area, almost apologetically, and then returned to feeding.
Part of him snapped out of it for just a moment, just long enough to realize what he was doing. He was still draining her, and he needed to stop as soon as he had enough. When he'd taken enough to sustain him, he lapped at the puncture wound, closing it and speeding up the healing process.
As he rose from her throat, he looked her straight in the eye. Nothing in his ebony orbs appeared remotely human. By this point, he was pure animal. His free hand trailed fingers along the side of her ribcage, alternating pressures along the smooth curve of her hip, down onto her thigh. He seized her lips in a kiss, dominating her with his body, rubbing against her, covering her protectively. Possessively.
((I love the new pic!))
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 7:16 pm
 You make it up as you go along.
Why pretend that you're something that you're not?
I believe in you and always will,
Ever since you told me you're for real. { { υиҬσυҀнαβɭє } } Inside, emotional mood swings soon collide.
Now gather up all your tenacity.
Take my hand 'cause I'm settin' you free! Who cares who's there to stare
And tell you how to look?
I'm not even sure they know you by name. {{ : ) I like to change it up every now and then. }}
Pain was a fuel by this point, gasoline on the fire that seemed to be burning through every fiber of her body. Adrenaline pumped every move into her body, though she had to admit she was feeling slightly light-headed. Granted, that could have been due to several different factors, not the least of which being his feeding. Whatever. It had started this whole mess anyway, why not make the act complete? Whatever that meant...
Hel felt a part of the pressure lift, and she searched for the change. It was staring her in the face, though it didn't seem to be much of a change by this point. They were both so far gone. For a moment, the feral gleam in his eyes almost sent a cold snap to her brain, and a flicker of reason blossomed.
Damn him.
But on the bright side, he smothered it just as quickly. Not to mention completely blocked her last resort to breathing. Way to go. Her lips pulled open underneath his, just barely catching air, but she didn't let the parting close, instead running her tongue insistently against his lower lip, waiting to be let in.
Meanwhile, her hands began to wander. Her back had made it to the floor, and there was support for her to explore. Fingertips grazed the hardness of his chest, rising and falling with the contours of lean muscle. Her thumbs settled in a small crevice inside his hips, where the two of them joined and ground against one another. It was in this position that she realized a flicker of chagrin in the whole situation. And now would be the moment, after all.
She was on bottom. No good.
Her thumbs slid just a little bit back upwards so that the heel of her palms just barely brushed the belt of his pants, and her hands pressed into the slight rise of his narrow hips. With just enough force to move under him, she pushed him off and made a valiant attempt to flip him over onto his back.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 7:38 pm
Nikolai groaned softly and parted his lips, allowing her tongue to gain entry and explore him as it willed. He shuddered slightly as her fingers brushed his skin; it was almost magical. Just as he was about to plunge his tongue into her mouth to meet hers...
Whoa. Wait. What just happened?
Suddenly, he was on the floor, back pressed against the cold tile. The chill felt good against his overheated skin, and refreshed the shallow criss-crossed cuts. Once again, this girl had surprised him. But hey, he wasn't complaining.
He was used to being the dominant one, and in most cases, he would steal the title back from her in an instant, but right now, he didn't care. His brain was fogged with passion and lust, and for all he cared, she could do whatever she wanted with him.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 7:55 pm
You make it up as you go along.
Why pretend that you're something that you're not?
I believe in you and always will,
Ever since you told me you're for real. { { υиҬσυҀнαβɭє } } Inside, emotional mood swings soon collide.
Now gather up all your tenacity.
Take my hand 'cause I'm settin' you free! Who cares who's there to stare
And tell you how to look?
I'm not even sure they know you by name. Helorah grinned as they flipped over again, and the weight lifted from her shoulders. Despite all this, her lips never left his for more than a short instant. She leaned forward as that her forehead rested on his, and for a brief moment, they disconnected. There was only one sound that managed to cover the break, and it was Hel's laughter. Airy and breathless, but it was there, like a chime on the heated air between them. She pulled their faces back together, breaking her tongue back between his lips and letting it search for his, probing and playing.
Her legs were straddled over either side of him, and her hips continued to roll her body over his. The tips of her fingers continued to linger around the line of his belt, occasionally sliding beneath the protection of his pants, but there was an unfair barrier her mind seemed unable to break, and it probably had something to do with the tiny white collar that still clung like a choker to her neck.
Instead, she worked elsewhere on her steady rhythm. Hel brought her lips away from his again, and ran the tip of her nose slowly down the side of his neck and along his sternum. She paused at the fall of his chest and started back up, letting her tongue flick out to slowly drag over the pitted bone until she reached the side of his neck again, where she recoiled and gently, almost timidly bit down on the open flesh, though she was unable to break she skin.
{{ And again, I probably have to go soon. FAILZ. }}
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 8:51 am
Oh Lord. That was quite possibly the sexiest gesture he had ever received. He placed his hands under her arms and wrapped them around her back, splaying them out over her shoulder blades. Ragged breaths showed the tips of his fangs, and his eyes glowed a bright, bright amber.
One hand slid down to fumble with his belt; he couldn't take the pressure on his loins anymore. Still, though, he did nothing further than undo it enough to allow her any access she wanted or needed.
It was then that he realized how short her dress was. He couldn't help but smile. That free hand trailed from his belt to her thigh, slowly dragging a finger up and playing with the edge of the fabric. He lightly tickled over the swell of her rump, then settled his hand on her hip. The fingers bit down gently, grinding her into him.
Ah, yes. He appreciated his selection.
((I'm not really sure where to go from here XD I dunno exactly where the line is.))
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 2:52 pm
You make it up as you go along.
Why pretend that you're something that you're not?
I believe in you and always will,
Ever since you told me you're for real. { { υиҬσυҀнαβɭє } } Inside, emotional mood swings soon collide.
Now gather up all your tenacity.
Take my hand 'cause I'm settin' you free! Who cares who's there to stare
And tell you how to look?
I'm not even sure they know you by name. Hel leaned her head down against his collarbone, and her hands slid down along his chest again, pressing his body down from his waist, while their hips rocked in accord. She felt the light brush of fingertips along her thighs and her backside, and her stomach fluttered, not unpleasantly. A tiny gasp fell through her lips, her breath pressed between her lips and his chest.
Her hands moved lower again, brushing away the heavy metal of the buckle as she pulled apart the zipper with deliberate slowness. her thumbs slid down along the insides of his hips, pushing beyond the cover of fabric and pushing any impediments away.
But her hands were shaking.
{{ ... How much longer can we drag this out? }}
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:22 pm
((I have no idea! XD Do we make the scene fade to black or something?)) Nikolai's head lolled back and he swallowed hard. For once, he was actually a bit nervous. Well, he had nothing to really be nervous about, except he wasn't entirely sure what she planned on doing. In a way, she was very close to one of his few vulnerable areas, and he didn't want to be blind sighted by some agonizing pain out of nowhere. He didn't expect her to do that, but you never know. He had called himself her master, and she obviously didn't like being owned or referred to as property.
Well, there was no way he was going to stop her! He was feeling way too damn good.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:37 pm
You make it up as you go along.
Why pretend that you're something that you're not?
I believe in you and always will,
Ever since you told me you're for real. { { υиҬσυҀнαβɭє } } Inside, emotional mood swings soon collide.
Now gather up all your tenacity.
Take my hand 'cause I'm settin' you free! Who cares who's there to stare
And tell you how to look?
I'm not even sure they know you by name. {{ Yeah, that's probably a good call... }}
Helorah breathed shallowly, trying to suck in one huge breath and failing miserably. She flicked her head back away from his chest so that their torsos separated but they still remained pressed together. Her hair flew about her shoulders, wild and tangled and dark where sweat dripped along her shoulders. She looked him dead in the eye, her own a deep red-violet and nearly fully dilated like a cat's. Behind them, though, shocked an unusual flicker of fear.
And then, almost like steeling herself, she lifted her head so that she faced the ceiling, and with an animal-like groan, her hands tore his pants down all at once.
{{ And... to black. *dun, Dun, DUN!* }}
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 6:21 pm
((-legasp!- XD Squeeeee!))
Nikolai woke with Helorah pressed against him, pretty much spooning. His arm was draped over her possessively, and he held her close, like a child's favorite toy. His other arm served as a nice pillow, cushioning both of them. He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply. The scent of woman flooded his nostrils, and he tensed his muscles to hold her tighter for a moment, like a small hug, and then he relaxed. He leaned forward enough to kiss her cheek, then settled back into place.
He really, really didn't want to move right now, even though they were on the kitchen floor. First off, he was very comfortable like this. Sure, the tile floor was cold, but he was plenty warm with Helorah this close. Jeebus. Women were warm.
The second reason was, though she was pretty peaceful at the moment, he wasn't sure how she'd react when she woke up. He half expected her to look around, realize what happened previously, and then start wailing on him. That wasn't the most pleasant of ideas.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 6:42 pm
You make it up as you go along.
Why pretend that you're something that you're not?
I believe in you and always will,
Ever since you told me you're for real. { { υиҬσυҀнαβɭє } } Inside, emotional mood swings soon collide.
Now gather up all your tenacity.
Take my hand 'cause I'm settin' you free! Who cares who's there to stare
And tell you how to look?
I'm not even sure they know you by name. {{ Lulz... }}
Helorah stirred, barely. Waking up took a good fifteen minutes head-start anyway.
No, seriously.
It was an issue.
As in, she slept like the dead until she had been slowly coming out of it for a while. Waking up was ever a fun experience, no matter what time of day. Slowly, though, her eyes opened, registering only a curtain of lavender that slowly evolved into her hair as her brain began to function again. There was a vague attempt at movement, and she realized something was weighing on her. Her body tensed-- well, now she was awake.
Her breath puffed away a tendril of hair, and she tilted her head over her shoulder slightly.
Oh right. Damn.
She sighed and thought for a moment, not bothering to move again. Her body felt heavy, almost leaden, even without his added weight against her. With the gnawing hollow in her gut, she realized what it was and rolled her eyes. Hel craned her head around again to look into his pooling tawny eyes, her crooked half-smile almost poised for sarcasm. She puffed her hair out of her face again and spoke dryly.
"See now, I would be hungry."
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 8:31 am
((I'm gonna be gone for ten days, starting tomorrow, just so ya know. ^^ Colorado trip with the family.))
Oh, thank God. She wasn't going to hit him. He smiled in relief, but it ended up looking more like a smirk, as usual. He gently rubbed her shoulder and arm, then scooped her up bridal style and set her on the counter. Looking through a few cupboards, he turned to her. "What would you like to eat?"
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 3:03 pm
You make it up as you go along.
Why pretend that you're something that you're not?
I believe in you and always will,
Ever since you told me you're for real. { { υиҬσυҀнαβɭє } } Inside, emotional mood swings soon collide.
Now gather up all your tenacity.
Take my hand 'cause I'm settin' you free! Who cares who's there to stare
And tell you how to look?
I'm not even sure they know you by name. {{ Tis cool. I've got a week of school and then I'm gone for a pretty solid two weeks with camps and trips and stuff... }}
Helorah plopped onto the slick counter top with a thunk. She sat with her legs hanging over the edge and slightly off to the side, hunched over with her arms hanging down in front of her and pushing against the edge of the counter. She cocked her head to the side and looked around. Obviously, there wasn't much out and showing. Considering he was a vampire, he probably didn't have to worry much about keeping otherwise edible food around.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "I'm not decisive when it comes to food. I just like it a lot, when I do eat. ... What exactly do you keep around here, if you don't eat?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 1:00 pm
((I'm back!))
"I tend to keep a few things around just in case. Also, just because I don't need human food doesn't mean I don't like it every now and then." He opened a door to a small pantry. "How about some pasta?"
He pulled out three packages and held them up for her to choose. One held regular, one held angel hair, and the last held linguine.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 7:50 pm
You make it up as you go along.
Why pretend that you're something that you're not?
I believe in you and always will,
Ever since you told me you're for real. { { υиҬσυҀнαβɭє } } Inside, emotional mood swings soon collide.
Now gather up all your tenacity.
Take my hand 'cause I'm settin' you free! Who cares who's there to stare
And tell you how to look?
I'm not even sure they know you by name. {{ Yay! }}
Helorah raised an eyebrow, but it brought up enough weird questions that she didn't even bother asking. Some things were better worth not knowing anyway. She huffed a thin tendril of purple hair out of her face and sat up a bit straighter on the counter, watching him explore the kitchen before turning around with various kinds of pasta.
"Always a win," she replied with a safe nod, and she immediately reached for the angel hair. The irony always made her lip curl. She turned it back around and shook it from side to side playfully.
"I always was a fan of tormenting creatures of the light." Random, maybe morbid, but to her, it was a humongous joke. I mean... actual angel hair was so thin you couldn't even cut it with a knife. But if she could, she would have ripped it right out of their precious, radiant little heads. They were more annoying than pixies, damn angels. With all their light and laughter and bells and ******** feathers everywhere!
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 8:43 pm
Nikolai quirked an eyebrow at her comments on torture. It was his way of appreciating and acknowledging the humor. Mmm. Torture. The tip of his tongue ran across a glistening fang at the thought. Of course. This was Nikolai, the sadistic b*****d, remember?
He shook it off temporarily and stepped toward the stove, gesturing for her to hand him the pasta. Out of the lower cabinet to the right of the oven, he grabbed a large pot, then moved toward the sink to begin filling it with water. Once it had reached the desired level, he tossed the pot onto the stove. Okay, not tossed. Even he couldn't get away with that without making a mess. He placed it there, but not necessarily gently. There we go. With a flick of the wrist, the eye of the stove took flame. Ah. The joys of pyrokinesis. Of course, it would have taken less than a second to reach over and turn the nob, but not only was Nikolai a sadistic b*****d, but he was a show-off, as well. Figures.
Before the water began to boil, he sprinkled a little bit of garlic salt into the water. It was his "secret ingredient" of sorts to add flavor, and he found it a little ironic. What, as if vampires were actually allergic to garlic? Nah, it just stank. A lot. And with a sense of smell twenty times that of the average bloodhound, what would you do? Chop up a few cloves and snort it like cocaine? Doubt it.
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