| Asking How |
[09 Oct 2006|10:49am] |
Where are you?
It’s been weeks.
No matter what I said to you--
the words made out of hurt and fear--
I’m waiting.
You know that.
( Letter to Joseph )
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[09 Oct 2006|12:01pm] |
Sex...
Warm, slippery, stimulating intercourse...
It might not have been an activity in which Victoria had much experience when alive, but as a vampiress it was something she excelled in. Most of the time, she used seduction to gain nutrition for an evening, although every so often she found someone who played her games well enough for her to resist the killing urge and simply feed in naughty little teasing nips. Perhaps not even that. It was a rarity, but did happen.
The last night had gone by in a flurry of alcohol and, judging from her mood, fun. As dusk, once more, began to gather, the vampiress began to stir, but eyes did not open quite yet. Instead, feeling secure and happy against her partner, nude beneath the sheets, the brunette purred, nuzzling into female neck. Her smile gratified and wide, fingertips of one hand playing loosely in her lover's hair.
"Mmmm..."
( Sharing A Bed )
( Aftermath )
Waving fingers in reflex motion, the vampiress waved her rediscovered friend goodbye. While her recollection was not the greatest, the event as a whole was certainly going to stay in her memory as one of the most unexpected yet.
Alongside getting taken to a concentration camp for manual labour.
Looking back down on the hotel bed, Victoria silently wondered if she would have done anything with the girl, had the situation been different. Food for thought, if nothing else.
She, however, was going to take a while before chancing her own luck with gravity.
The bright neon lights of Las Vegas were going to have to wait.
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| Getting What He Came For |
[09 Oct 2006|07:46pm] |
The mineshafts were just like Hayden remembered. Dark and cramped, choked with dust, filled with a silence so unsettling, every shift of his feet or jangle of his equipment seemed like it screamed. Quiet was important here. There were demons that used the man-made caverns for shelter, and others that gathered and made a stronghold in a central place deep underground. He had worked for them once, and sneaked out on breaks to learn the cuts in the rock. That was before he was forbidden.
Emmeline’s cloaking spell was in place, but he didn’t know how long it would last. Best to treat this trip like the ones before.
Walk soft. Move fast. Get what he needed.
( One Last Try )
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| Pillow Talk |
[09 Oct 2006|11:53pm] |
Over the floor, a curious mix of clothings and adult toys were strewn at random intervals. There should have been the sound of heavy breathing on the bed, but with vampirism being their natural state, the pair had no need.
"That was..." The words trailed off, replaced only with a wide smile of satisfaction, as Victoria purred her happiness. "Mmmmm..."
As was ever the case, sex between Deanna and Vicky tended to become a veritable tornado of lust. Quite whether it might have been like that under other circumstances, who could say? But they were bound by sirely matters and there was no doubt it gave exhilarating improvement.
"Technically, I should be feeling guilty over this," the younger vampiress observed. "Girlfriend and all."
"There you go," the redhead teased verbally, "bringing morality into it again. You're beyond that constraint, remember?"
Deanna slowly disengaged her legs from their perch atop the headboard. A benefit of their state meant no excess blood flow to the brain. The rush she felt was entirely from sexual release.
"Besides, the way you squeeze your thighs together when you're ready, Vicky hon, you'd pop that girl's head clean off. I'm doing you a favor, oh yes I am."
( What would you do, if you were in my shoes? )
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