She stroked softly until he was full and ready for her. She scooted up just a bit, and lifted her body from his. The softness of his face made her smile anew as she touched herself to him. Nuzzling his neck, she slowly, ever so slowly impaled herself.
She cried out as he filled her completely, the water swishing softly around her. Her lips kissed lightly along his neck, and she ran the elongated canines that marked her race lightly along his skin, and managed to keep from drinking from him...barely. Ginnie began moving her hips to distract her from the ache in her fangs.
Early Riser (private: Alec&Ginnie)
Eyes flashing open, Alec had a small moment of disorientation. This wasn't his bed...these sheets were all comfy and warm and smelled like lovemaking and citrus. And were occupied by their owner. Taking a huge, silent sigh of relief that it hadn't been all just the best dream of his life, he felt a bit greedy. A dream of this magnitude had to be more than he actually deserved...he must have done some pretty good things in his past lives to get to walk through the reality of it. Slipping slowly, silently, imperceptibly out from under Ginnie's trailing arm, he stood at the edge of the bed, staring.
She was real. He watched as she frowned slightly in her sleep at the Alec shaped gap in her bed. Sliding a pillow near her hand, she unconsciously gripped it and pulled it into the crook of her arm, her face returning to the sweet look of serenity she had been wearing as she fell asleep the morning before. Looking around a moment, he located where he'd dropped their clothes the night before and silently sorted them, laying them out. He slipped on his boxers and headed back into the living room.
Heading over to the couch, he started absentmindedly picking up kernels of popcorn, placing them back in the bowl. Smiling, he made a mental note of the popcorn's blast radius, wondering if they'd always make messes like this or if it was going to be a rarity. The spontenaiety appealed to him, but the cleanup could be difficult if they expanded to beverages or stainmaking materials. Plucking up the last of the kernels, he walked them over to the popper, unplugging it. He had no clue how to clean it, and water would make too much noise, anyway.
Remembering the mint from the night before, he walked over to where it sat, gleaming on the floor. Brushing it off, he popped it into his mouth, and looked around. Heading over to the table, he looked at the arrangement scheme. The fact of the matter is that he still did not know enough about her businesses to understand the arrangement. It looked like it was somewhat a hybrid between geographic location and priority, but he was still missing a component or two to sort out the design scheme. Shrugging, he glanced around the space, enjoying the layout that she'd selected and the grids she'd set up in the space.
The first grid, her workspace, was well laid out to facilitate personal business layouts and use of all of her flat surfaces. It also gave room with minor alteration to brief one or two people, though it was clearly not typically used for that.
The grid of her kitchen was fairly standard, but Alec liked kitchens in general. You always knew where everything was with a very limited number of deviations. There was also never anything to trip over when stalking through them in the dark. Not the standard reasons, grant you, but reasons all the same. Other than the popcorn bowl and popper, she ran a pretty tight ship here, too, which made him smile. Perhaps there would be other patterns for him to break in her life as well.
Turning back to the living room, this was the social hub of her home. It was well set up with both couch and chairs to facilitate both communication and movies. Pondering if she had pounced on others in her home theater space, he headed over and looked through the collection of titles he'd not seen. Pulling out the other Indiana Jones movies, and then Star Wars, he read over them. It seemed that Harrison Ford was a bit of an icon from the time. Multiple series, some single shot movies...a good blend of sci-fi, action and suspense it looked like. He'd have to try again with Indiana Jones...and if it worked out the same way it did last night, well, Alec wouldn't be too troubled by that. Smiling, he brushed a couple of missed crumbs off of the couch and returned to the bedroom.
As he started to look around the room, he found he couldn't. He was too distracted by the sweetness of the angelic face and the lines her body made beneath the blanket. Satisfied by the exploration for the time being, he dropped his boxers back to the floor by his now folded pants and prepared to do an Indiana Jones move of his own. Delicately setting himself on the bed, he slid himself back into place as he removed the pillow and placed it behind his head.
Running his hands through his hair, he made sure it wasn't any more unkempt than usual. Working slowly down under the blankets, he stopped when his face was level with hers. Watching her go through the final bits of her sleep cycle as she approached wakefulness, he smiled, wondering what the day would bring.
Ginnie
19 years ago
Alec Devereaux
19 years ago
His breath deepening with each pass of her hand, Alec began to expand his senses, but stopped far short of his maximum threshold. It was a bit too overwhelming - the heat, the added scents, the multidirectional pressures, and he'd be unable to rest afterward. Wishing for the life of him that he'd fed before visiting her, he groaned softly into her hair as she sheathed him within her ready body.
Her cry of pleasure sharp in his ears, Alec let out a sighing breath in counterpoint, wrapping his arms up around her. It was amazing to him how their forms complemented each other so smoothly - it was as if he were designed for her, assembled in the bayou from the parts at hand to be the perfect dimensions for her. Hissing softly as he felt the trail of fangs along his neck, he craned slightly, savoring the sharp tingle and the contrast to the soft rolling motion of her hips. As she leaned back from his neck, he released his hold on her, dropping a hand to her left hip, caressing his thumb over her birthmark there. His other hand trailed around to cup her breast, his index finger tingling the under side of a pert nipple, begging for attention.
Dreamily, he looked up at Ginnie's face, his desire increasing at the pleasure evident there - the blush behind her freckles, the gasping of her mouth, the tilt of her head, back just a bit, exposing the lovely details of her long neck. Timing between her own hip rotations, he shifted his pelvis into a more forward position, ensuring that she had access to as much of him as she could possibly hold.
Panting at the sensation of the next rotation, he knew he'd lined up just right. Against his better judgement, he slowly pushed the boundaries of his sense of touch, reveling in the amazing signals coming from her body into his. There was no resisting the expansion of his senses...a noble thought, but ultimately futile. He wanted to experience the fullness of her being - he couldn't settle for less.
Her cry of pleasure sharp in his ears, Alec let out a sighing breath in counterpoint, wrapping his arms up around her. It was amazing to him how their forms complemented each other so smoothly - it was as if he were designed for her, assembled in the bayou from the parts at hand to be the perfect dimensions for her. Hissing softly as he felt the trail of fangs along his neck, he craned slightly, savoring the sharp tingle and the contrast to the soft rolling motion of her hips. As she leaned back from his neck, he released his hold on her, dropping a hand to her left hip, caressing his thumb over her birthmark there. His other hand trailed around to cup her breast, his index finger tingling the under side of a pert nipple, begging for attention.
Dreamily, he looked up at Ginnie's face, his desire increasing at the pleasure evident there - the blush behind her freckles, the gasping of her mouth, the tilt of her head, back just a bit, exposing the lovely details of her long neck. Timing between her own hip rotations, he shifted his pelvis into a more forward position, ensuring that she had access to as much of him as she could possibly hold.
Panting at the sensation of the next rotation, he knew he'd lined up just right. Against his better judgement, he slowly pushed the boundaries of his sense of touch, reveling in the amazing signals coming from her body into his. There was no resisting the expansion of his senses...a noble thought, but ultimately futile. He wanted to experience the fullness of her being - he couldn't settle for less.
Ginnie
19 years ago
The water moved in counter point to her movement and it only added to the warm liquid honey sensation in her belly. Her hands moved up her body to pull the chopsticks from her hair, she needed to see her curls trailing on his chest and caressing her own breasts. She leaned her head forward and was rewarded with such a sight.
She smiled down at him before going back to licking, nibbling and kissing the skin of his neck. As she inhaled his scent mingle with the tang of the bubble bath, her body began to feel that lovely pressure that meant she was nearing her climax.
She wondered if he would mind if she bit him. She didn't want to drink, she had enough control not to, but she wanted to taste. Taste him in the sweet moment that the lovely pressure broke forth and filled her with joy and light. She scraped her fangs along the delicate skin she'd been nuzzling, in question.
She smiled down at him before going back to licking, nibbling and kissing the skin of his neck. As she inhaled his scent mingle with the tang of the bubble bath, her body began to feel that lovely pressure that meant she was nearing her climax.
She wondered if he would mind if she bit him. She didn't want to drink, she had enough control not to, but she wanted to taste. Taste him in the sweet moment that the lovely pressure broke forth and filled her with joy and light. She scraped her fangs along the delicate skin she'd been nuzzling, in question.
Alec Devereaux
19 years ago
At the slight quickening of her pace, Alec shuddered a bit. His internal pressure was building at a steady pace, but slightly behind her own, it seemed. Concentrating for a moment, he opened his senses as widely as possible - he had to make up a little time. Moaning deeply from his belly, Alec gripped the edges of the tub, and began counterthrusting slightly, increasing the impact at the end of each glorious slide, crashes of exquisite pleasure, sending small splashes of steaming water over the edges of the tub.
As she removed the chopsticks, her hair tumbled down around them, thousands of individual cool brushes against his moist skin. Gasping at the wave of coolness amid so much heat, Alec continued his counterthrusts, his pressures mounting with the added sensation and her perfect rhythm. As she leaned forward, the points of coolness became lines, increasing that treasured contrast. Feeling her tender kisses on his neck, he craned back, giving her a wider canvas to work her lovely magic upon. Shuddering at the nips she gave him, his breath now gasping - he'd overestimated his own stamina. His building pressure was increasing too quickly now...but far, far too late to do anything about it. Feeling the scratch of her fangs on his neck once again, he knew what he wanted, knew what she craved, knew what would bring them through together once again.
He nodded slowly, panting out s'il te plait...mon amour...mon coeur...his English dissolved in the passion she was washing him with. Bringing his mouth to her neck, he readied his own bite, waiting anxiously for the ivory penetration that would give way to a pleasure he'd never known.
As she removed the chopsticks, her hair tumbled down around them, thousands of individual cool brushes against his moist skin. Gasping at the wave of coolness amid so much heat, Alec continued his counterthrusts, his pressures mounting with the added sensation and her perfect rhythm. As she leaned forward, the points of coolness became lines, increasing that treasured contrast. Feeling her tender kisses on his neck, he craned back, giving her a wider canvas to work her lovely magic upon. Shuddering at the nips she gave him, his breath now gasping - he'd overestimated his own stamina. His building pressure was increasing too quickly now...but far, far too late to do anything about it. Feeling the scratch of her fangs on his neck once again, he knew what he wanted, knew what she craved, knew what would bring them through together once again.
He nodded slowly, panting out s'il te plait...mon amour...mon coeur...his English dissolved in the passion she was washing him with. Bringing his mouth to her neck, he readied his own bite, waiting anxiously for the ivory penetration that would give way to a pleasure he'd never known.
Ginnie
19 years ago
A soft moan escaped her at his assent. One hand came to rest at the back of his head and the other on his shoulder as her hips continued their movement. On a sigh of joy, she opened her jaw and twin daggers slid through the recherché boundary.
The first taste of him poured into her mouth and once more her world disappeared into bright beautiful light. At the same moment she felt the sharp sweet joy of his bite and it brought a flush of deep warmth through out her body. As he drew her life force from her, her body rushed over the brink.
She drank of her lover as her body clenched and spasmed around him. This was a purer joy than she could ever have imagined. He tasted of the spices of his people, something earthy and the fine sweet slickness of the oils he used to ply his trade added a subtle aftertaste.
Slowly and reluctantly she withdrew her fangs from him, as her body slowed it's spasmodic ride. She closed her eyes and rested her head against his, her lips softly pressing against the wound she had created.
The first taste of him poured into her mouth and once more her world disappeared into bright beautiful light. At the same moment she felt the sharp sweet joy of his bite and it brought a flush of deep warmth through out her body. As he drew her life force from her, her body rushed over the brink.
She drank of her lover as her body clenched and spasmed around him. This was a purer joy than she could ever have imagined. He tasted of the spices of his people, something earthy and the fine sweet slickness of the oils he used to ply his trade added a subtle aftertaste.
Slowly and reluctantly she withdrew her fangs from him, as her body slowed it's spasmodic ride. She closed her eyes and rested her head against his, her lips softly pressing against the wound she had created.
Alec Devereaux
19 years ago
At the gentle penetration of Ginnie's fangs, the feel of his life force ebbing out, Alec swayed, weakening...then the wave of euphoria hit. Shuddering, his teeth broke her skin, pouring the metallic richness of her life's blood into his mouth...tempered with a citrus sweetness and the brushings of the lightest heather. The taste of Ginnie, distilled down into her final component. The blood.
As her life began to absorb into his system, the emotional circuit was complete. He was intimately aware of the depth of their connection, the truth passing to him in her blood...it was too much. The feelings were too intense and nearly perfect replicas of one another...he could taste the love in her blood, the love for him.
He was grateful for the collapse of her womanhood, squeezing him hard within her, milking him of another precious fluid. Another complete circuit. Another overwhelming recombination. Another reflection of that passionate flavor.
Head swimming, Alec withdrew his fangs as the final spasms of bliss trembled through his system. As her own shudders subsided, Ginnie disengaged her fangs as well. After that, for a time, there was no movement, no attempts at communication. Just the savoring of the other.
Breaking the motionlessness first, Alec wrapped his arms around Ginnie, squeezing her tight to him. Loosening his hold, he put his forehead on hers.
As her life began to absorb into his system, the emotional circuit was complete. He was intimately aware of the depth of their connection, the truth passing to him in her blood...it was too much. The feelings were too intense and nearly perfect replicas of one another...he could taste the love in her blood, the love for him.
He was grateful for the collapse of her womanhood, squeezing him hard within her, milking him of another precious fluid. Another complete circuit. Another overwhelming recombination. Another reflection of that passionate flavor.
Head swimming, Alec withdrew his fangs as the final spasms of bliss trembled through his system. As her own shudders subsided, Ginnie disengaged her fangs as well. After that, for a time, there was no movement, no attempts at communication. Just the savoring of the other.
Breaking the motionlessness first, Alec wrapped his arms around Ginnie, squeezing her tight to him. Loosening his hold, he put his forehead on hers.
Ginnie
19 years ago
Ginnie's hands slid to rest lightly on his cheeks. She tilted her head using his nose as a lever, and kissed him lightly making that perfect connection of their lips. She sighed as she shared his blood with him, flicking her tongue out to taste her own upon his lips. Slowly her head levered back up to rest against his and she let her breath slowly return to normal
"Alec, I...I..." Some how it sounded silly to say it now. She sighed softly, and pressed her lips lightly to his again. "Thank you." She whispered, pressing her body to his as they floated in the now cooling water.
"Alec, I...I..." Some how it sounded silly to say it now. She sighed softly, and pressed her lips lightly to his again. "Thank you." She whispered, pressing her body to his as they floated in the now cooling water.
Alec Devereaux
19 years ago
The taste of her blood lingered on as she kissed him, mixing a tiny bit of his own into a new vintage. As Ginnie struggled to say the words he's already tasted across her life essence, he smiled warmly. Running his fingers through her hair, he held her close, ending the difficulty for her.
I know...
Laying idly for awhile, training his fingers through her hair, there was nothing he'd rather be doing, nowhere he'd rather be.
But they had a long night ahead of them, and more preparations to make. Sighing, Alec looked at Ginnie and kissed her on the forehead.
Something tells me my boss wouldn't believe me if I called out sick today, so we best get up and get ready.
I know...
Laying idly for awhile, training his fingers through her hair, there was nothing he'd rather be doing, nowhere he'd rather be.
But they had a long night ahead of them, and more preparations to make. Sighing, Alec looked at Ginnie and kissed her on the forehead.
Something tells me my boss wouldn't believe me if I called out sick today, so we best get up and get ready.
Ginnie
19 years ago
She laughed softly, and leaned back from him, her eyes dreamy.
"No I don't think she would."
Smiling at him, she slid down his legs, gasping softly when his manhood left her body, to pull the plug. She then turned on the water to warm, and stood in one deft motion. She held one hand out to him and with the other turned on the shower.
"I need to wash my hair. Want to help?"
"No I don't think she would."
Smiling at him, she slid down his legs, gasping softly when his manhood left her body, to pull the plug. She then turned on the water to warm, and stood in one deft motion. She held one hand out to him and with the other turned on the shower.
"I need to wash my hair. Want to help?"
Alec Devereaux
19 years ago
Shuddering one last time as she slid off of him, he accepted the arm up as the water came pelting down on him. At her query, he smiled.
Sure, love.
Reaching for the line of bottles, Alec froze. They all had pictures of vegetation of some sort, mostly fruits. Spinning the bottles until he found one labeled 'shampoo', he looked at it - grapefruit...one of her citrus smells. As Ginnie moistened her hair, Alec squeezed a little out onto his hand. Looking at how much more hair she had than him, he squeezed out some more. Hm...maybe a little more just to be sure...ok, that was probably too much. Having filled his cupped hand completely, Alec pondered how to get some back in the bottle when Ginnie started making sounds like she was almost ready for him to start rubbing it in. Putting the bottle down, he quickly dabbed some of the shampoo spilling out of his hand into each of his armpits. Seeing that it was still way too much, he shrugged.
Okay, here comes the shampoo.
Dabbing some of the excess onto the ends of her hair, and then onto the middle, he still had quite a bit left. Swiping half of it onto his other hand, Alec began to gently massage the shampoo into her scalp, making soft, slow circles on her scalp, humming softly as he rubbed.
Is that good?
Somewhat startled at the amount of lather the shampoo was producing, he started threading the extra suds onto the length of her hair, rubbing them in along the length, then returning to the scalp to massage some more. He would have kissed her shoulders, but they rapidly vanished in the growing peak of lather he'd created. Wiping even more off of her scalp for the rest of her hair, he asked meekly,
Um...how much was I supposed to use? I think I used too much...
Looking down, there was a bit of a bubble buildup running down her body and piling like a soapy snowdrift at her feet. Yes...definitely way, way too much. His own armpits seemed to be sudsing up some from even their minimal movement while massaging her scalp.
Sure, love.
Reaching for the line of bottles, Alec froze. They all had pictures of vegetation of some sort, mostly fruits. Spinning the bottles until he found one labeled 'shampoo', he looked at it - grapefruit...one of her citrus smells. As Ginnie moistened her hair, Alec squeezed a little out onto his hand. Looking at how much more hair she had than him, he squeezed out some more. Hm...maybe a little more just to be sure...ok, that was probably too much. Having filled his cupped hand completely, Alec pondered how to get some back in the bottle when Ginnie started making sounds like she was almost ready for him to start rubbing it in. Putting the bottle down, he quickly dabbed some of the shampoo spilling out of his hand into each of his armpits. Seeing that it was still way too much, he shrugged.
Okay, here comes the shampoo.
Dabbing some of the excess onto the ends of her hair, and then onto the middle, he still had quite a bit left. Swiping half of it onto his other hand, Alec began to gently massage the shampoo into her scalp, making soft, slow circles on her scalp, humming softly as he rubbed.
Is that good?
Somewhat startled at the amount of lather the shampoo was producing, he started threading the extra suds onto the length of her hair, rubbing them in along the length, then returning to the scalp to massage some more. He would have kissed her shoulders, but they rapidly vanished in the growing peak of lather he'd created. Wiping even more off of her scalp for the rest of her hair, he asked meekly,
Um...how much was I supposed to use? I think I used too much...
Looking down, there was a bit of a bubble buildup running down her body and piling like a soapy snowdrift at her feet. Yes...definitely way, way too much. His own armpits seemed to be sudsing up some from even their minimal movement while massaging her scalp.
Ginnie
19 years ago
Ginnie's body shook with laughter as she nodded at him. She reached behind her and stopped his hands. Turning around with her hand still on his she smiled at him, her eyes closed. Stepping back into the streaming water, she slid his hands to rest on her breasts. She slid her hands up into the mass of curls and shampoo to help the water rinse the suds away.
When the water had rinsed the last of the shampoo away, and she could speak again she opened her eyes and smiled at him.
"It felt lovely just the same. Hand me that yellow one there?"
She took the bottle from him and poured a half-dollar sized amount into the palm of her hand. Rubbing them together, she then worked the cream rinse into her now squeaky clean curls. Rinsing it quickly from her hair she smiled at him again.
"You next?"
When the water had rinsed the last of the shampoo away, and she could speak again she opened her eyes and smiled at him.
"It felt lovely just the same. Hand me that yellow one there?"
She took the bottle from him and poured a half-dollar sized amount into the palm of her hand. Rubbing them together, she then worked the cream rinse into her now squeaky clean curls. Rinsing it quickly from her hair she smiled at him again.
"You next?"
Alec Devereaux
19 years ago
Smiling sheepishly, he cupped her breasts lightly, avoiding the nipples because of the angle that she was leaning. Enjoying the sound of her laughter echoing the bathroom, he watched her rinse the immense amount of soap from her hair. Passing her the requested bottle, he pressed his body to her front as she worked the new product into her hair, sniffing at her as she went. Kissing her cheek, he quipped
Only if you don't go overboard like I did.
Switching places, he leaned his head into the stream to moisten his hair.
Only if you don't go overboard like I did.
Switching places, he leaned his head into the stream to moisten his hair.
Ginnie
19 years ago
"I do nae think that possible, loov" She made her accent heavy as she poured a small circle of shampoo into her hand. Reaching up she began to gently lather his hair, working the citrus-y soap deep into his scalp. Satisfied, she nudged him backward with her thighs and hips to rinse the suds from his hair. 'Hmm he'll need to use my leave in conditioner, his hair's too fine for the cream rinse.
Leaning into the water she kissed him, and smiled
"There all clean."
Grinning mischievously, she crouched, sliding her hands down his body. Gently placing random kisses as she went. She leaned into him, pressing her lips to the now spent source of so much of her pleasure. She reached behind him at the same time and switched off the shower and turned off the water. Still grinning she worked her slow way back up to stand before him. Flashing her teeth fangs and all at him, she gave him a quick peck on the lips and stepped from the bath tub to grab several towels out of the linen closet.
She turned and gave him one, threw several on the floor, before wrapping her hair in one and her body in another.
"Come, love, let's go face the night."
Giggling at herself and the look on Alec's face, she headed into the bedroom.
Leaning into the water she kissed him, and smiled
"There all clean."
Grinning mischievously, she crouched, sliding her hands down his body. Gently placing random kisses as she went. She leaned into him, pressing her lips to the now spent source of so much of her pleasure. She reached behind him at the same time and switched off the shower and turned off the water. Still grinning she worked her slow way back up to stand before him. Flashing her teeth fangs and all at him, she gave him a quick peck on the lips and stepped from the bath tub to grab several towels out of the linen closet.
She turned and gave him one, threw several on the floor, before wrapping her hair in one and her body in another.
"Come, love, let's go face the night."
Giggling at herself and the look on Alec's face, she headed into the bedroom.
Alec Devereaux
19 years ago
Mmmmm....tres plaisant...merci, mon coeur.
Standing with his head back so that Ginnie could better rub all of his scalp, he hummed contentedly. He'd only had his hair washed for him by an aging male Italian barber in New Orleans. This was much nicer, to say the least. As he was nudged back into the stream, he set his head level, letting it all run down evenly over his face and shoulders. Smiling happily at the feeling of her fingers running through his wet hair, he quickly returned the kiss she granted him.
As she started to slide her hands down her body, Alec glanced down to see what she might be reaching for. Seeing that she was reaching for nothing other than him, his eyes widened a bit. Beginning her crouch, she kept running those long hands over his body, kissing his chest, then a rib, then he squirmed a bit as she kissed his big scar - it was a bit ticklish. He was startled when she kissed him on his member, and a bit surprised when it immediately started to perk up at the attention despite having an amazingly busy 24 hour period, when compared to its standard non-use. Wide eyed and gasping a bit at the pleasant surprise, he felt the water shut off and she kissed a new trail up his body, her hands rubbing up behind him.
Still wearing the look of surprise as she handed him a towel, he looked at it a bit dumbly for a moment, then realized, yes. He was indeed wet and needing to dry off. Towels were useful like that. A pleasant grin broke through the visage of surprise, and he popped the towel onto his head, rubbing vigorously, drying from the top down as his lover strode out of the room, saying
Shaking his head, chuckling to himself, he rubbed himself dry from top to bottom, tossed his towel on the floor and strode back into the bedroom to grab his clothes.
In his contentedness he did not notice that he was no longer self conscious about his scars...had he, that would have been another first.
Standing with his head back so that Ginnie could better rub all of his scalp, he hummed contentedly. He'd only had his hair washed for him by an aging male Italian barber in New Orleans. This was much nicer, to say the least. As he was nudged back into the stream, he set his head level, letting it all run down evenly over his face and shoulders. Smiling happily at the feeling of her fingers running through his wet hair, he quickly returned the kiss she granted him.
As she started to slide her hands down her body, Alec glanced down to see what she might be reaching for. Seeing that she was reaching for nothing other than him, his eyes widened a bit. Beginning her crouch, she kept running those long hands over his body, kissing his chest, then a rib, then he squirmed a bit as she kissed his big scar - it was a bit ticklish. He was startled when she kissed him on his member, and a bit surprised when it immediately started to perk up at the attention despite having an amazingly busy 24 hour period, when compared to its standard non-use. Wide eyed and gasping a bit at the pleasant surprise, he felt the water shut off and she kissed a new trail up his body, her hands rubbing up behind him.
Still wearing the look of surprise as she handed him a towel, he looked at it a bit dumbly for a moment, then realized, yes. He was indeed wet and needing to dry off. Towels were useful like that. A pleasant grin broke through the visage of surprise, and he popped the towel onto his head, rubbing vigorously, drying from the top down as his lover strode out of the room, saying
Come, love, let's go face the night.
Shaking his head, chuckling to himself, he rubbed himself dry from top to bottom, tossed his towel on the floor and strode back into the bedroom to grab his clothes.
In his contentedness he did not notice that he was no longer self conscious about his scars...had he, that would have been another first.
Ginnie
19 years ago
She crossed to her closet and pulled out a leather skirt, silk top, boots, and a jacket and tossed them on the bed. Her movement was efficient and practiced. She was not a girl to stand in her closet with a finger on her chin and go. "Gee, what should I wear?" She began to hum to herself as she tossed the towel on the floor by the bed and took up a bottle of lotion from her dresser.
With one foot on the bed she began to slather the light green softly scented cream on her leg. Between switching legs she pulled the towel from her hair and dropped it on top of its twin. Wet curls caressed her shoulders ane back as she finished pampering the skin of her legs. She moved to her belly, up to her breasts, shoulders and arms. She had thought a long time ago that she probably didn't need the lotion as her skin was frozen in time, but she'd been putting creams on her skin for the last two hundred and eighty years, there didn't seem a point in stopping now.
She crossed back to her dresser, putting the bottle in its place and pulled out a black lace thong and a white lace bra. It was rare her undies didn't match, but she couldn't wear black under white or white under black, so she went with mis matched bits of lace. She looked down at the bra then back up at the shirt. 'Nah, I have to wear it, otherwise I'll be all "Hi, I'm Ginnie and these are my nipples."' Grinning at her own joke she slipped into the little triangles of her panties, before deftly putting the bra in place.
As she moved she would look up occasionally and smile softly at Alec. What had she done to be rewarded with such a thing, was beyond her. And the fact that those thoughts were running through her head would give her a little shiver of fear and excitement down her spine.
In just her undies she headed to the bathroom, stopping to give Alec a kiss to blow out her hair, and put on just a touch of make-up, it wouldn't do to go hunting looking like night of the living dead.
Her humming didn't stop as the little machine blew out air at her curls. When they were as dry as she could get them, she ran a big comb through them, then stepped to the mirror to apply her make-up. Humming still she returned to the bedroom to put on her clothes. Stopping again to kiss Alec. She liked that, and wouldn't mind him being there to kiss every time she got dress, she wouldn't mind that at all.
She stopped by the dresser and grabbed a pair of nylon socks for under her boots. She pulled her clothes on, leaving the top half of her shirt buttons undone, and crossed back over to Alec. She wrapped her arms around him and smiled into his face.
"I'm going to go hunt, then I have to go to the job I get paid to do, for a little while. I also have some other things to get done between now and the first hit. Want to meet me back here at dawn-ish and we can do business then maybe watch another Indiana Jones movie."
With one foot on the bed she began to slather the light green softly scented cream on her leg. Between switching legs she pulled the towel from her hair and dropped it on top of its twin. Wet curls caressed her shoulders ane back as she finished pampering the skin of her legs. She moved to her belly, up to her breasts, shoulders and arms. She had thought a long time ago that she probably didn't need the lotion as her skin was frozen in time, but she'd been putting creams on her skin for the last two hundred and eighty years, there didn't seem a point in stopping now.
She crossed back to her dresser, putting the bottle in its place and pulled out a black lace thong and a white lace bra. It was rare her undies didn't match, but she couldn't wear black under white or white under black, so she went with mis matched bits of lace. She looked down at the bra then back up at the shirt. 'Nah, I have to wear it, otherwise I'll be all "Hi, I'm Ginnie and these are my nipples."' Grinning at her own joke she slipped into the little triangles of her panties, before deftly putting the bra in place.
As she moved she would look up occasionally and smile softly at Alec. What had she done to be rewarded with such a thing, was beyond her. And the fact that those thoughts were running through her head would give her a little shiver of fear and excitement down her spine.
In just her undies she headed to the bathroom, stopping to give Alec a kiss to blow out her hair, and put on just a touch of make-up, it wouldn't do to go hunting looking like night of the living dead.
Her humming didn't stop as the little machine blew out air at her curls. When they were as dry as she could get them, she ran a big comb through them, then stepped to the mirror to apply her make-up. Humming still she returned to the bedroom to put on her clothes. Stopping again to kiss Alec. She liked that, and wouldn't mind him being there to kiss every time she got dress, she wouldn't mind that at all.
She stopped by the dresser and grabbed a pair of nylon socks for under her boots. She pulled her clothes on, leaving the top half of her shirt buttons undone, and crossed back over to Alec. She wrapped her arms around him and smiled into his face.
"I'm going to go hunt, then I have to go to the job I get paid to do, for a little while. I also have some other things to get done between now and the first hit. Want to meet me back here at dawn-ish and we can do business then maybe watch another Indiana Jones movie."
Alec Devereaux
19 years ago
By the time Alec finished drying off, Ginnie was already rubbing something green onto her long, long legs. He watched, somewhat lustily, as her fingers rubbed the lotion into a light shininess across her skin. As she started to work her way farther up her body, she smiled at him. Smiling back, Alec turned to go back into the bathroom...watching too much more of that lotioning and rubbing and nakedness would only be counterproductive they then couldn't do anything about it. Still...it was pleasant to watch. Maybe he'd learn some self control in this new aspect of his life.
He really hoped not.
Stepping back into the bathroom, he blowdried off his body, making sure there weren't any droplets remaining before putting the whites back on, even though he'd be changing pretty soon. No point in wearing white if you're going to make it spotty.
As he re-entered the bedroom, Ginnie smiled up at him as she finished putting on her bra. That reminded him of the night before, and the destruction he'd done in his rush. Blushing, he added another item to his list of things to do. as she strode past him, they kissed briefly, and she continued on her way. That was nice - a kiss every time they passed. Getting a mental image of walking around her house for hours at a time just to grab kisses made Alec chuckle...but didn't seem unreasonable in the least.
Hearing the dryer turn on again, he began to slip on his socks, then stopped. He *hated* dirty socks, and since he was just walking back to his room in the domicile anyway, he could go barefoot. No reason to wear them, less than no reason to make him irritable coming off of the perfect day. Pleased with his evasion, he balled them up so they wouldn't drop more popcorn around, and put them back down. Sliding quickly into his boxers and pants, he fastened his belt before tossing his longsleeved tee on and putting his button up back on, but leaving it open. Stowing his items in their appropriate pockets, he walked over to where the tattered bra lay discarded. Ripping out the sizing tag, he slipped it into his wallet before dropping the bra back to its place.
Walking back over to the bathroom door, it looked like Ginnie was almost done with makeup and other things he didn't know anything about, so he lingered in the doorway, not wanting to miss another passing opportunity. Rewarded for his forethought, she kissed him gently as she moved to her dresser. Alec stood for a bit, pondering the mess in the bathroom and the bedroom that they had made and the odd satisfaction he had rather than the usual irritation that he felt when spilling, or tearing clothes, or spilling water. It would still need cleaning, but the cleaning itself would be a reminder of the interaction...maybe that's what made the difference. Shrugging a bit, he turned as Ginnie wrapped her arms around him.
I'm going to get into some clean outside clothes and hit those files that you sent me...after that, I'm gonna go out for a bite to eat, pick up a couple of things at the store, then tinker with the last bit of security on my house. I'll probably be back earlier than that - let me know when you want to get started and we'll go from there.
Putting a slight bit of pressure on her back, Alec pushed her lightly into another kiss, lingering this time, knowing that it had to get him through several hours. Holding his lips to hers, barely moving at all, he breathed in her scents and the feeling holding her gave him. Bolstered, he released his hold, running his finger down her exposed chest, smiling. He really was a lucky punk.
Have a lovely night, my heart. I'll see you this morning.
Grabbing his socks and stuffing them into his shoes, he moved to the door.
((OOC: Alec out, pending response))
He really hoped not.
Stepping back into the bathroom, he blowdried off his body, making sure there weren't any droplets remaining before putting the whites back on, even though he'd be changing pretty soon. No point in wearing white if you're going to make it spotty.
As he re-entered the bedroom, Ginnie smiled up at him as she finished putting on her bra. That reminded him of the night before, and the destruction he'd done in his rush. Blushing, he added another item to his list of things to do. as she strode past him, they kissed briefly, and she continued on her way. That was nice - a kiss every time they passed. Getting a mental image of walking around her house for hours at a time just to grab kisses made Alec chuckle...but didn't seem unreasonable in the least.
Hearing the dryer turn on again, he began to slip on his socks, then stopped. He *hated* dirty socks, and since he was just walking back to his room in the domicile anyway, he could go barefoot. No reason to wear them, less than no reason to make him irritable coming off of the perfect day. Pleased with his evasion, he balled them up so they wouldn't drop more popcorn around, and put them back down. Sliding quickly into his boxers and pants, he fastened his belt before tossing his longsleeved tee on and putting his button up back on, but leaving it open. Stowing his items in their appropriate pockets, he walked over to where the tattered bra lay discarded. Ripping out the sizing tag, he slipped it into his wallet before dropping the bra back to its place.
Walking back over to the bathroom door, it looked like Ginnie was almost done with makeup and other things he didn't know anything about, so he lingered in the doorway, not wanting to miss another passing opportunity. Rewarded for his forethought, she kissed him gently as she moved to her dresser. Alec stood for a bit, pondering the mess in the bathroom and the bedroom that they had made and the odd satisfaction he had rather than the usual irritation that he felt when spilling, or tearing clothes, or spilling water. It would still need cleaning, but the cleaning itself would be a reminder of the interaction...maybe that's what made the difference. Shrugging a bit, he turned as Ginnie wrapped her arms around him.
"I'm going to go hunt, then I have to go to the job I get paid to do, for a little while. I also have some other things to get done between now and the first hit. Want to meet me back here at dawn-ish and we can do business then maybe watch another Indiana Jones movie."
I'm going to get into some clean outside clothes and hit those files that you sent me...after that, I'm gonna go out for a bite to eat, pick up a couple of things at the store, then tinker with the last bit of security on my house. I'll probably be back earlier than that - let me know when you want to get started and we'll go from there.
Putting a slight bit of pressure on her back, Alec pushed her lightly into another kiss, lingering this time, knowing that it had to get him through several hours. Holding his lips to hers, barely moving at all, he breathed in her scents and the feeling holding her gave him. Bolstered, he released his hold, running his finger down her exposed chest, smiling. He really was a lucky punk.
Have a lovely night, my heart. I'll see you this morning.
Grabbing his socks and stuffing them into his shoes, he moved to the door.
((OOC: Alec out, pending response))
Ginnie
19 years ago
She blinked slowly and smiled dreamily at him. She had a full night ahead, and hoped he wouldn't distract her too much. 'Shyeah, fat chance.'
"Alright. Have a good night, slick."
[i]She watched him leave, then went about cleaning up the towels, and clothes from the night before. She just left it all by her laundry hamper, as the cleaning service would take it and launder it all. She went to the kitchen and put the few dishes into the washer and turned the machine on. She grabbed her laptop case, a hat for her head and headed out to hunt.
((OOC Ginnie out Lock up please))
"Alright. Have a good night, slick."
[i]She watched him leave, then went about cleaning up the towels, and clothes from the night before. She just left it all by her laundry hamper, as the cleaning service would take it and launder it all. She went to the kitchen and put the few dishes into the washer and turned the machine on. She grabbed her laptop case, a hat for her head and headed out to hunt.
((OOC Ginnie out Lock up please))