Cyrus straightened his coat over the cashmere sweater nervously. The trip from the Manor to Fallon's place seemed exceedingly long. He smiled in satisfaction at the flowers Suki had waiting for Fallon. A dozen lavender roses, tied with a wide sheer ribbon. The scent filled the interior of the sedan. The driver had smiled wistfully as she handed it over to him for safekeeping.
Pulling in front of Fallon's home, Cyrus climbed out, roses held behind his back. Knocking upon the door another wave of anticipation laced nerves washed over him. At least the trip from here to the Piazza would be short.
((Outfit))
Amorous Saturday (Private, Attn: Fallon)
For several days the corner suite had been the scene of much activity. Cleaners, florists and assorted deliveries that drove the manager to greater heights of stress than ever before. Finally he simply stationed someone at the desk to escort people to the suite. Suki fussed slightly over the finishing touches but soon left, leaving a Do Not Disturb sign upon the door handle.
The main room held a couch and loveseat along with a large plasma TV and coffee table. Rich carpet, luxurious furnishings and finishing touches added by Suki. There were a multitude of plants, trees growing upwards from pots, ferns hanging down from the ceiling, and pots of orchids showing a riot of blooms on most surfaces. Tiny lights were wrapped around several of the larger trees, creating pools of light and shadow around the rooms.
Outside of the main room was a pantry type area. A brand new fridge had been installed behind a door so that the room could be used this evening. Inside the fridge were three green wine bottles, the corks half in and sealed with wax that looked very homemade. There was also a wide array of fruits, chocolates, whipped cream and honey. On the counter was a wine bottle opener next to a very expensive Cabernet by Mondavi. The glasses were crystal and sparkled brightly.
The balcony opened up to allow two small tables, two chairs and two lounge chairs out upon it. The wrought iron railing atop the wall were wrapped with more of the tiny lights. These were soft white, so as to night intrude too much but add a soft starlight look. The cushions were brand new and upholstered in a soft cotton in a black on black pattern.
Inside the bedroom was a large king size bed with a thick silk bedspread in a warm toffee color. The sheets peaking out were a sumptuous egyptian cotton in a deeper tone, almost coffee colored. The plants and mini lights were also in this room, almost hiding the walls with greenery and creating a shimmering display of twinkling lights. Notably absent was the standard digital alarm clock from the bedside table. Instead a crystal vase of cut coral roses lent their fragrance to the air.
The bath off the bedroom first had a large jacuzzi tub with a variety of oils and bubbles arranged on the counter. The two sink and vanities held up a large display of orchids. A glass encased shower stall looked large enough for four and sported a wide bench along one wall. The commode was hidden behind a door for privacy.
The room while rich and screaming luxury was still sun proofed for the new lovers to enjoy a day in safety. Discrete blackout curtains were standard, but Suki had installed wider, longer and thicker shades. These rolled down from the rod and stayed put with a heavy metal pole along the bottom. Each room was safe as long as neither occupant forgot to lower the shade or attempted to look out.
The stage was set to create evening perfect for romance.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Fallon
18 years ago
Fallon was a bundle of raw nerves. It had seemed like an eternity before Saturday had arrived, but once she woke, time seemed to rush around her in a huge blur. Before she knew it there was a knock at the door, and her heart jumped into her throat.
She was standing in front of the mirror clipping her last earring on, and checking the way her DRESS fell along the curves of her body. The velvet was soft and fine, and the deepest of wine colors, which reflected against the color of her skin, giving it a healthy, rosy glow. Fallon's eyes twinkled with merriment, longing, and desire as she imagined the look on Cyrus' face when he saw her tonight. Never in her life had she wanted anything to go as well as she wanted this night to.
Grabbing her purse, she double checked it to make sure the little gold studs were inside, and she slowly walked to the door, willing herself to calm down. As she opened the door, and gazed into the eyes of Cyrus, she found she was holding her breath. Exhaling nervously, she smiled.
"Hello, Cyrus. You look very handsome tonight. Would you like to come in?"
Nervousness having given way to formality, Fallon could barely think of what to say next as she grinned, and stared at the wonderful man in front of her.
She was standing in front of the mirror clipping her last earring on, and checking the way her DRESS fell along the curves of her body. The velvet was soft and fine, and the deepest of wine colors, which reflected against the color of her skin, giving it a healthy, rosy glow. Fallon's eyes twinkled with merriment, longing, and desire as she imagined the look on Cyrus' face when he saw her tonight. Never in her life had she wanted anything to go as well as she wanted this night to.
Grabbing her purse, she double checked it to make sure the little gold studs were inside, and she slowly walked to the door, willing herself to calm down. As she opened the door, and gazed into the eyes of Cyrus, she found she was holding her breath. Exhaling nervously, she smiled.
"Hello, Cyrus. You look very handsome tonight. Would you like to come in?"
Nervousness having given way to formality, Fallon could barely think of what to say next as she grinned, and stared at the wonderful man in front of her.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Thoughts of the flowers in his hands fled as the door opened. Fallon framed in the lighted doorway, in a form fitting, slinky dress was enough to render Cyrus speachless. Thankfull for the long coat masking his physical reaction he smiled slightly and brought the roses from behind his back.
His voice was husky and deep. "You look amazing. I would love to come in, but if I do, we wont make it to the Piazza. Foolishly I scheduled dinner to be delivered in an hour."
His eyes devoured her, raking over her form and taking every detail in. From the sweep of her hair to the hem of her gown. The anticipation had kept him keyed up for days, but now he got to spend at least 12 hours, maybe 36, with Fallon.
Offering her his arm, he resisted the need to rearrange himself. Soon enough they would be climbing into the car and then the hotel.
His voice was husky and deep. "You look amazing. I would love to come in, but if I do, we wont make it to the Piazza. Foolishly I scheduled dinner to be delivered in an hour."
His eyes devoured her, raking over her form and taking every detail in. From the sweep of her hair to the hem of her gown. The anticipation had kept him keyed up for days, but now he got to spend at least 12 hours, maybe 36, with Fallon.
Offering her his arm, he resisted the need to rearrange himself. Soon enough they would be climbing into the car and then the hotel.
Fallon
18 years ago
His complement was welcome, and Fallon beamed to hear her hard work had been worth it. She wasn't at all disappointed to be leaving now.
Seeing the flowers, and the look on Cyrus' face, Fallon wondered if he forgot he had brought them for her. Again the idea helped her confidence level grow, and reinforced that she had chosen her dress well. Amazingly, the flowers were a wonderful compliment to her dress. Reaching out and taking them from him, she thought about putting them in water there, but decided to keep them instead. Their scent was heady, and she didn't think it would clash with the soft fragrance she wore.
Locking the door behind her, Fallon gladly took his arm, and followed him to the car. Sliding inside, she waited until he was sitting next to her before she turned to him, touched his chin, and kissed him softly. She kept the kiss simple, not wanting to appear too wanton so early in the evening. Nor did she want to appear unkempt when they reached the Piazza. Fallon was always conscious of her appearance befitting the man next to her. She never wanted him to be ashamed to be with her, or be seen with her.
"The flowers are lovely, and I thank you for them. Your thoughtfulness never ceases to make me wonder how I ever became so lucky to have met you."
And while hugging his arm to her breasts, she leaned her head against his shoulder for the drive to the Piazza.
Once they reached the hotel, Fallon was slightly surprised to find Cyrus leading her to the elevator. For some reason she had assumed they would be eating dinner in the restaurant, but the idea of eating in his suite was much more appealing. Truthfully, eating was low on her list of priorities anyway. Being with Cyrus, and giving him his gift, were the biggest things on her mind tonight. Well, two of the three biggest things.
Slightly oblivious to her surroundings, Fallon's attentions were focused on Cyrus, and their light chit chat. However, once they reached his suite, and he opened the door for her, she became totally aware of the wonderland she was entering. It was as if she had entered into some magical forrest of flowers, and plants, and starlight, and her breath caught in her chest. She let go of Cyrus' arm, and waltzed into the room, did a short spin around, and held her arms out as if to embrace the atmosphere. Her face was alive with joy, and her eyes with love for Cyrus.
"I can hardly speak. This is magical."
Dropping her purse onto the couch, Fallon ran back to Cyrus, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him soundly.
Seeing the flowers, and the look on Cyrus' face, Fallon wondered if he forgot he had brought them for her. Again the idea helped her confidence level grow, and reinforced that she had chosen her dress well. Amazingly, the flowers were a wonderful compliment to her dress. Reaching out and taking them from him, she thought about putting them in water there, but decided to keep them instead. Their scent was heady, and she didn't think it would clash with the soft fragrance she wore.
Locking the door behind her, Fallon gladly took his arm, and followed him to the car. Sliding inside, she waited until he was sitting next to her before she turned to him, touched his chin, and kissed him softly. She kept the kiss simple, not wanting to appear too wanton so early in the evening. Nor did she want to appear unkempt when they reached the Piazza. Fallon was always conscious of her appearance befitting the man next to her. She never wanted him to be ashamed to be with her, or be seen with her.
"The flowers are lovely, and I thank you for them. Your thoughtfulness never ceases to make me wonder how I ever became so lucky to have met you."
And while hugging his arm to her breasts, she leaned her head against his shoulder for the drive to the Piazza.
Once they reached the hotel, Fallon was slightly surprised to find Cyrus leading her to the elevator. For some reason she had assumed they would be eating dinner in the restaurant, but the idea of eating in his suite was much more appealing. Truthfully, eating was low on her list of priorities anyway. Being with Cyrus, and giving him his gift, were the biggest things on her mind tonight. Well, two of the three biggest things.
Slightly oblivious to her surroundings, Fallon's attentions were focused on Cyrus, and their light chit chat. However, once they reached his suite, and he opened the door for her, she became totally aware of the wonderland she was entering. It was as if she had entered into some magical forrest of flowers, and plants, and starlight, and her breath caught in her chest. She let go of Cyrus' arm, and waltzed into the room, did a short spin around, and held her arms out as if to embrace the atmosphere. Her face was alive with joy, and her eyes with love for Cyrus.
"I can hardly speak. This is magical."
Dropping her purse onto the couch, Fallon ran back to Cyrus, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him soundly.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Cyrus tried very hard to not pull Fallon first into her house and then later to the seat of the car. Still it was difficult, compounded by the weight of her soft breasts against his arm. The light scent she wore made him wish to nuzzle his face across her skin to gather it upon his own flesh so all he smelled would be her.
Finally they arrived at the Piazza and he led her up to the suite. Opening the double doors for Fallon to enter, filled him with excitement. Watching her reaction made him smile while he shut the door. Though he had not seen the finished room he had been assured by Suki that it would be amazing.
Catching up the lush bundle that flung herself at him he laughed and twirlled them in three gentle circles.
"I'm so glad you like it." Was the only thing he could say after the firm kiss Fallon gave him. His hands slipped to the flare of her hips, fingertips tentatively petting the soft fabric. The room paled in comparison to the woman before him.
Slowly his head decended the scant inch between them to claim her lips again. Trying to keep the kiss gentle, Cyrus held back most of the pent up passion that had built since the last weekend. Nibbling slightly on Fallon's lips he was mindful of his fangs so as to not prick her, at least not this early in the evening.
All too soon there was a knock at the door and a waiter was announcing the arrival of dinner. Sighing, he released Fallon to open the door, eyes hot on her form. The uniformed waiter rolled the cart into the room and out onto the balcony where two chairs grouped around a table, with a small heater perched nearby. Snowy white napkins, silverware, dishes and chilled glasses of water were arranged neatly. The dinner of very rare prime rib, roasted fingerling potatoes and baby squashes looked artfully edible. Just baked bread and an olive oil dipping sauce stood in the middle of the two place settings. Soon all the plates were laid out and the fellow left, discretely closing the door behind himself. With a thought from Cyrus the lock slid home.
Once more he offered his arm to Fallon. "Shall we try the meal?"
Finally they arrived at the Piazza and he led her up to the suite. Opening the double doors for Fallon to enter, filled him with excitement. Watching her reaction made him smile while he shut the door. Though he had not seen the finished room he had been assured by Suki that it would be amazing.
Catching up the lush bundle that flung herself at him he laughed and twirlled them in three gentle circles.
"I'm so glad you like it." Was the only thing he could say after the firm kiss Fallon gave him. His hands slipped to the flare of her hips, fingertips tentatively petting the soft fabric. The room paled in comparison to the woman before him.
Slowly his head decended the scant inch between them to claim her lips again. Trying to keep the kiss gentle, Cyrus held back most of the pent up passion that had built since the last weekend. Nibbling slightly on Fallon's lips he was mindful of his fangs so as to not prick her, at least not this early in the evening.
All too soon there was a knock at the door and a waiter was announcing the arrival of dinner. Sighing, he released Fallon to open the door, eyes hot on her form. The uniformed waiter rolled the cart into the room and out onto the balcony where two chairs grouped around a table, with a small heater perched nearby. Snowy white napkins, silverware, dishes and chilled glasses of water were arranged neatly. The dinner of very rare prime rib, roasted fingerling potatoes and baby squashes looked artfully edible. Just baked bread and an olive oil dipping sauce stood in the middle of the two place settings. Soon all the plates were laid out and the fellow left, discretely closing the door behind himself. With a thought from Cyrus the lock slid home.
Once more he offered his arm to Fallon. "Shall we try the meal?"
Fallon
18 years ago
As Cyrus spun Fallon around she laughed, and pressed her face into his neck. It was a wondrous feeling, to have this kind of affection, and attention, and she could do nothing but revel in the way he made her feel. The rare sound of his laughter only heightened her joy, and for that moment in time she wanted to never be anywhere else.
Her fingers rubbed along the backs of his ears as he kissed her, her tongue yet again cautiously weaving its way between his fangs. The small whimper that escaped her throat, when he released her to answer the door, was quickly covered by a soft cough. Pressing her fingertips to her mouth, she stood and watched as the table was set with precision and professionalism. And normally not much of an eater, Fallon's sense of taste was piqued by her sense of smell. The scent of the meat, and bread, assailed her nose, and set her mouth watering.
Of course her mouth had been watering a little ever since she had opened the door to find Cyrus waiting for her earlier.
Taking his arm she bent to pick up her purse on the way to the table. Sitting down, she set the small bag in her lap, and smiled, as she waited for him to join her.
"I really hope I'm not sounding like a broken record...but Cyrus...everything looks amazing. You really know how to make a girl feel special...how to make 'me' feel special."
Her hand covered his, and she rubbed her fingers lightly across the tops of his knuckles. Having come to know his body more intimately, Fallon wasn't near as shy this time, but she was held in check by a sense of propriety. It wouldn't do at all to throw herself at the man until after dinner. Yet she did want to give him his gift, and took her hand away long enough to reach into her purse and pull out the small turquoise box. She rolled it around between her hands in her lap, now suddenly nervous about giving it to him.
Bringing it up to the table, Fallon set it down, but kept her hand covering it.
"I...got you something. I know its not much...but Cyrus, you mean the world to me, and I wanted to give you something to show you that."
She chewed her lip anxiously, now almost totally doubting the wisdom of the tiny offering of love. But after several seconds she realized she would look pretty foolish taking it back now, so she handed him the box.
(contents of box - a pair of these studs, with tiny diamonds on either end.)
Her fingers rubbed along the backs of his ears as he kissed her, her tongue yet again cautiously weaving its way between his fangs. The small whimper that escaped her throat, when he released her to answer the door, was quickly covered by a soft cough. Pressing her fingertips to her mouth, she stood and watched as the table was set with precision and professionalism. And normally not much of an eater, Fallon's sense of taste was piqued by her sense of smell. The scent of the meat, and bread, assailed her nose, and set her mouth watering.
Of course her mouth had been watering a little ever since she had opened the door to find Cyrus waiting for her earlier.
Taking his arm she bent to pick up her purse on the way to the table. Sitting down, she set the small bag in her lap, and smiled, as she waited for him to join her.
"I really hope I'm not sounding like a broken record...but Cyrus...everything looks amazing. You really know how to make a girl feel special...how to make 'me' feel special."
Her hand covered his, and she rubbed her fingers lightly across the tops of his knuckles. Having come to know his body more intimately, Fallon wasn't near as shy this time, but she was held in check by a sense of propriety. It wouldn't do at all to throw herself at the man until after dinner. Yet she did want to give him his gift, and took her hand away long enough to reach into her purse and pull out the small turquoise box. She rolled it around between her hands in her lap, now suddenly nervous about giving it to him.
Bringing it up to the table, Fallon set it down, but kept her hand covering it.
"I...got you something. I know its not much...but Cyrus, you mean the world to me, and I wanted to give you something to show you that."
She chewed her lip anxiously, now almost totally doubting the wisdom of the tiny offering of love. But after several seconds she realized she would look pretty foolish taking it back now, so she handed him the box.
(contents of box - a pair of these studs, with tiny diamonds on either end.)
Cyrus
18 years ago
Shaking his head he took his seat after assuring himself Fallon was comfortably seated. "This is not only to make you feel special but for both of us to have a magical evening."
Keeping the fact that Suki did all the hard work of transforming the suite into something magical to himself he smiled as her hand stroked his own. Cyrus regretted scheduling dinner immediately upon their arrival, though there was simply no good time to plan a meal other than now. Brushing the table clean and ravishing the succulent brunette was probably very barbaric of him, so he held himself in check. Aside from his eyes devouring her of course. Every move she made the neckline of her dress moved slightly, his keen eyes caught every glimpse of the lush flesh that kept peeking out.
At her words he brought his gaze firmly up to her dark eyes questioningly. "You got me a present?"
His words were incredulous and slightly tinged with excitement. Here he had counted her body as present enough. Though Suki had convinced him that a small gift would not go amiss tonight. The necklace his familiar had picked out was sitting in the bedroom. Looking at the small box in front of him he smiled. Picking the box up out of Fallon's hand he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss upon the sensitive skin.
His curiosity piqued as the delicate box gave way before his questing fingers. The two gleaming pieces inside caused a rush of blood throughout his body. First to his cheeks as he realized she had purchased very intimate jewelry for him and secondly to his cock as he pictured her admiring them. His eyes were smoldering as he looked at her with longing and heat.
Reaching over he placed his hand along her jaw, stroking her cheekbone with his thumb. "Thank you. I don't know what to say, except that they are beautiful and I deeply appreciate you for them."
Leaning forward he kissed her, not quite as gently as he had before, but with the passion her intimate gift brought out. He could just picture her delicate hand stroking him and toying with the barbells. He growled quietly in his throat as he pulled back.
"Whoever planned dinner now, is an idiot." He stated quietly as his hand toyed at the nape of her neck in the silky hair and satiny skin. "Oh wait, that was my foolish idea. Lets try to eat something before I ravish you here on this table for being so sexy, thoughtful and beautiful."
Belatedly he realized the wine and other libations were in the small kitchen area. "Would you like some cabernet or something a bit more fortifying."
Keeping the fact that Suki did all the hard work of transforming the suite into something magical to himself he smiled as her hand stroked his own. Cyrus regretted scheduling dinner immediately upon their arrival, though there was simply no good time to plan a meal other than now. Brushing the table clean and ravishing the succulent brunette was probably very barbaric of him, so he held himself in check. Aside from his eyes devouring her of course. Every move she made the neckline of her dress moved slightly, his keen eyes caught every glimpse of the lush flesh that kept peeking out.
At her words he brought his gaze firmly up to her dark eyes questioningly. "You got me a present?"
His words were incredulous and slightly tinged with excitement. Here he had counted her body as present enough. Though Suki had convinced him that a small gift would not go amiss tonight. The necklace his familiar had picked out was sitting in the bedroom. Looking at the small box in front of him he smiled. Picking the box up out of Fallon's hand he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss upon the sensitive skin.
His curiosity piqued as the delicate box gave way before his questing fingers. The two gleaming pieces inside caused a rush of blood throughout his body. First to his cheeks as he realized she had purchased very intimate jewelry for him and secondly to his cock as he pictured her admiring them. His eyes were smoldering as he looked at her with longing and heat.
Reaching over he placed his hand along her jaw, stroking her cheekbone with his thumb. "Thank you. I don't know what to say, except that they are beautiful and I deeply appreciate you for them."
Leaning forward he kissed her, not quite as gently as he had before, but with the passion her intimate gift brought out. He could just picture her delicate hand stroking him and toying with the barbells. He growled quietly in his throat as he pulled back.
"Whoever planned dinner now, is an idiot." He stated quietly as his hand toyed at the nape of her neck in the silky hair and satiny skin. "Oh wait, that was my foolish idea. Lets try to eat something before I ravish you here on this table for being so sexy, thoughtful and beautiful."
Belatedly he realized the wine and other libations were in the small kitchen area. "Would you like some cabernet or something a bit more fortifying."
Fallon
18 years ago
Chewing her lip nervously, Fallon watched Cyrus' every move as he took the box and peered inside. She smiled when she thought she saw his cheeks darken. It surprised her to think her gift had effected him in such a way, but she was thrilled. She had briefly imagined putting them on him, and felt her own cheeks pinken.
"I'm very happy you like the studs."
As his hand touched her cheek, she covered it with her own, and kissed his palm, before moving into kiss him. His fervor matching her own, as her hand moved to caress the back of his neck. She giggled softly when he pulled away, though she immediately missed the closeness.
"Nay...I'll not have you calling the man I...care about...an idiot!" She teased. She was going to say 'the man I love', but was still not completely sure of how comfortable Cyrus felt hearing that from her. His hand on her neck caused her to shudder slightly, and that, coupled with the kiss, had begun making her body ready for him.
She could have readily skipped dinner, but didn't want to ignore all the trouble he had gone to...or that Suki had gone to. Though she knew Suki had in fact done a lot to prepare for tonight, she also knew Cyrus was behind the entire plan, and would not let his part be diminished.
The sigh that passed through her lips at his mention of 'ravishing' her, made her blush all that more, but she quickly covered it with a sip of water.
"Wine would be lovely, but I'll concur with your choice. You always know best."
Still smiling, Fallon wondered if she should mention having met Suki now. She wouldn't keep that from Cyrus, nor did she think there was a reason to. If he had misgivings on the two of them meeting, she needed to dispell them. But more so, she felt she was lying to him, not letting him know.
"You'll never guess who I ran into, while I was out shopping..."
"I'm very happy you like the studs."
As his hand touched her cheek, she covered it with her own, and kissed his palm, before moving into kiss him. His fervor matching her own, as her hand moved to caress the back of his neck. She giggled softly when he pulled away, though she immediately missed the closeness.
"Nay...I'll not have you calling the man I...care about...an idiot!" She teased. She was going to say 'the man I love', but was still not completely sure of how comfortable Cyrus felt hearing that from her. His hand on her neck caused her to shudder slightly, and that, coupled with the kiss, had begun making her body ready for him.
She could have readily skipped dinner, but didn't want to ignore all the trouble he had gone to...or that Suki had gone to. Though she knew Suki had in fact done a lot to prepare for tonight, she also knew Cyrus was behind the entire plan, and would not let his part be diminished.
The sigh that passed through her lips at his mention of 'ravishing' her, made her blush all that more, but she quickly covered it with a sip of water.
"Wine would be lovely, but I'll concur with your choice. You always know best."
Still smiling, Fallon wondered if she should mention having met Suki now. She wouldn't keep that from Cyrus, nor did she think there was a reason to. If he had misgivings on the two of them meeting, she needed to dispell them. But more so, she felt she was lying to him, not letting him know.
"You'll never guess who I ran into, while I was out shopping..."
Cyrus
18 years ago
Smiling he stood to get the wine. He was unsure how to respond to her affection nor the slight pause prior to it. They were ageless, the relationship had centuries to build and he was not about to confuse their hunger for eachother to be something as nebulous as love just yet. Together they could build on their feelings until it became love but for now he was content to just be happy being with her.
He removed a bottle from the fridge and placed it on the counter to warm to room temperature slightly. Later there would be time enough to enjoy that bottle, for now he picked up the open wine and two glasses.
Intrigued at her comment of shopping he cocked his head at her as he returned. "Oh?"
Reclaiming his seat, Cyrus poured a respectable amount of the deep red wine in each glass. The chef had claimed it would pair beautifully with the meal. Though, the meal looked to be best eaten before it cooled down any further. And that the vegetable things were bird food obviously.
He removed a bottle from the fridge and placed it on the counter to warm to room temperature slightly. Later there would be time enough to enjoy that bottle, for now he picked up the open wine and two glasses.
Intrigued at her comment of shopping he cocked his head at her as he returned. "Oh?"
Reclaiming his seat, Cyrus poured a respectable amount of the deep red wine in each glass. The chef had claimed it would pair beautifully with the meal. Though, the meal looked to be best eaten before it cooled down any further. And that the vegetable things were bird food obviously.
Fallon
18 years ago
Drinking a generous sip of the wine, Fallon appreciated the slightly smoky flavor, and felt it warm her all the way down. Not one to normally be effected by the cooler temperatures, for some reason Fallon felt herself shivering tonight.
Once Cyrus began eating, Fallon spoke again of Suki. His response was so minimal, she wasn't sure if he did or didn't feel all right talking about his assistant. But until he told her otherwise, Fallon would forge ahead.
"It was funny, actually. I had taken some time before school one night, and was going to get your gift, and a couple other things, and I met up with two women in front of the shoe store. Well, that part is tedious for you, no doubt, but anyway...it turns out one of the women was your Suki. Cyrus...she's a real treasure...and so friendly. We hit it off right off the bat, I think anyway."
Fallon was rambling, as excited about this evening as she was, she was still nervous as well.
"I can certainly see why you hired her. She borders on phenomenal to watch as she operates. I wish I had one tenth of her abilities."
And that was true...Fallon was in awe of Suki's talents.
Taking a bite of food, Fallon smiled as she chewed. It really was delicious.
(ooc - love the sig!)
Once Cyrus began eating, Fallon spoke again of Suki. His response was so minimal, she wasn't sure if he did or didn't feel all right talking about his assistant. But until he told her otherwise, Fallon would forge ahead.
"It was funny, actually. I had taken some time before school one night, and was going to get your gift, and a couple other things, and I met up with two women in front of the shoe store. Well, that part is tedious for you, no doubt, but anyway...it turns out one of the women was your Suki. Cyrus...she's a real treasure...and so friendly. We hit it off right off the bat, I think anyway."
Fallon was rambling, as excited about this evening as she was, she was still nervous as well.
"I can certainly see why you hired her. She borders on phenomenal to watch as she operates. I wish I had one tenth of her abilities."
And that was true...Fallon was in awe of Suki's talents.
Taking a bite of food, Fallon smiled as she chewed. It really was delicious.
(ooc - love the sig!)
Cyrus
18 years ago
Cyrus cut a small bite of prime rib and savored the scent, flavor and texture. It was very rare and lightly spiced, succulent. Fallon began discussing her mysterious shopping encounter as he raised a second bite to his lips. At the mention of his familiar he froze, fork poised halfway to his mouth.
Looking up into her laughing brown eyes he was incredulous. "You met Suki and you don't mind? In fact you like her?"
Placing his fork on his plate, he was dumfounded. Everything he knew of American women told him that Fallon would be jealous or angry about Suki. The young woman was a dynamo and frightening in her own right with her looks and poise. Since the room was a masterpiece of seduction he could only assume that Suki approved of and liked Fallon. It boggled his mind.
Taking a sip of his wine he had a small smile on his lips. "I cant tell you how relieved I am. I was unsure how the two of you would get along."
Biting his tongue firmly he ended his comment there, rather than go on about women. Which could only serve to ruin his plans for getting Fallon naked this evening. Taking another bite of the pink flesh in front of of him, Cyrus' thoughts returned happily to those plans. He ate a half dozen bites and drank his wine. On his plate the potato and squash sat untouched as well as the outer edges of cooked meat. He could care less about the food on his plate, it was the delicious dish next to him that he wanted to consume.
((Thanks! I figured the evening deserved something special.))
Looking up into her laughing brown eyes he was incredulous. "You met Suki and you don't mind? In fact you like her?"
Placing his fork on his plate, he was dumfounded. Everything he knew of American women told him that Fallon would be jealous or angry about Suki. The young woman was a dynamo and frightening in her own right with her looks and poise. Since the room was a masterpiece of seduction he could only assume that Suki approved of and liked Fallon. It boggled his mind.
Taking a sip of his wine he had a small smile on his lips. "I cant tell you how relieved I am. I was unsure how the two of you would get along."
Biting his tongue firmly he ended his comment there, rather than go on about women. Which could only serve to ruin his plans for getting Fallon naked this evening. Taking another bite of the pink flesh in front of of him, Cyrus' thoughts returned happily to those plans. He ate a half dozen bites and drank his wine. On his plate the potato and squash sat untouched as well as the outer edges of cooked meat. He could care less about the food on his plate, it was the delicious dish next to him that he wanted to consume.
((Thanks! I figured the evening deserved something special.))
Fallon
18 years ago
"Mind? The woman takes excellent care of you Cyrus...how could I mind that?"
Fallon wasn't sure why he was amazed that she and Suki had gotten along, or why he had reservations at all.
"I knew she did a lot for you, but until we met I never knew just how much she enjoyed it. She seems to breathe for your bidding Cyrus." The statement was one of admiration, not judgement. Anyone who loved and performed their job so well, and even made it seem like by doing it they were having the most fun...well, it was a rare person indeed.
Cyrus' unfounded concerns baffled Fallon. That he would care about how she felt in any matters was nothing she was accustomed to. Sure, he had gone to a lot of trouble to make the evening special, so she knew he cared about that. And he had taken her in, and was trying to help her get into the clan. But something having to do with his own, personal, day to day living...to Fallon, spoke volumes.
"The only thing about Suki that could change my opinion of her, would be if she were to stop caring about you."
But that was enough about Suki...well, almost.
"I have also had a couple other surprises lately. One was finding my fridge stocked with blood...and the other was receiving a lovely bouquet of flowers, and a note about the death of my...of Ted."
Both incidents Fallon owed thanks to Cyrus, and possibly Suki as well.
"You take such good care of me Cyrus...I don't see how I can ever repay you for your kindnesses."
That she had a situation prior to receiving the blood, that had led her to do something she was still not comfortable with, would remain a story for another night.
"The flowers were too much to waste on that man, so instead of looking at them as a symbol of your condolences, I chose to look at them as just flowers from a very sweet and sexy man."
Somehow Fallon didn't think Cyrus would mind her feelings.
Fallon wasn't sure why he was amazed that she and Suki had gotten along, or why he had reservations at all.
"I knew she did a lot for you, but until we met I never knew just how much she enjoyed it. She seems to breathe for your bidding Cyrus." The statement was one of admiration, not judgement. Anyone who loved and performed their job so well, and even made it seem like by doing it they were having the most fun...well, it was a rare person indeed.
Cyrus' unfounded concerns baffled Fallon. That he would care about how she felt in any matters was nothing she was accustomed to. Sure, he had gone to a lot of trouble to make the evening special, so she knew he cared about that. And he had taken her in, and was trying to help her get into the clan. But something having to do with his own, personal, day to day living...to Fallon, spoke volumes.
"The only thing about Suki that could change my opinion of her, would be if she were to stop caring about you."
But that was enough about Suki...well, almost.
"I have also had a couple other surprises lately. One was finding my fridge stocked with blood...and the other was receiving a lovely bouquet of flowers, and a note about the death of my...of Ted."
Both incidents Fallon owed thanks to Cyrus, and possibly Suki as well.
"You take such good care of me Cyrus...I don't see how I can ever repay you for your kindnesses."
That she had a situation prior to receiving the blood, that had led her to do something she was still not comfortable with, would remain a story for another night.
"The flowers were too much to waste on that man, so instead of looking at them as a symbol of your condolences, I chose to look at them as just flowers from a very sweet and sexy man."
Somehow Fallon didn't think Cyrus would mind her feelings.
Cyrus
18 years ago
A genuine happy smile graced his face as he listened to Fallon expound upon the greatness of Suki. Since it had been his own impression of the human he knew that the two women may get along wonderfully for many many years. Deciding he did not understand women at all he simply basked in her presence, enjoying her vehemence about loyalty of familiars.
At the mention of the flowers he decided to be honest should she ask outright. "It was my pleasure. I never expect repayment as I count just being in your presence enough of a perk."
His hand waved negligently, like brushing away a speck of lint. Which was about how big of a pain Ted had posed to him. "The flowers were for you to enjoy so I am glad you liked them. Of course there are a lot more here tonight for you to enjoy if you wish. Plus I hope your opinion revises slightly to elevate me to savory, maybe even tasty, tonight."
His meal as finished as he wanted and wine glass empty he watched Fallon with heavy lidded eyes. The slim line of her neck, peeking cleavage and satiny skin made the anticipation grow just a bit more. The cool evening was not doing a thing to dissipate his ardor.
At the mention of the flowers he decided to be honest should she ask outright. "It was my pleasure. I never expect repayment as I count just being in your presence enough of a perk."
His hand waved negligently, like brushing away a speck of lint. Which was about how big of a pain Ted had posed to him. "The flowers were for you to enjoy so I am glad you liked them. Of course there are a lot more here tonight for you to enjoy if you wish. Plus I hope your opinion revises slightly to elevate me to savory, maybe even tasty, tonight."
His meal as finished as he wanted and wine glass empty he watched Fallon with heavy lidded eyes. The slim line of her neck, peeking cleavage and satiny skin made the anticipation grow just a bit more. The cool evening was not doing a thing to dissipate his ardor.
Fallon
18 years ago
His smile caused her own to grow. Cyrus wasn't an unhappy man, at least Fallon didn't think he was, but he also didn't smile a whole lot either. Though she did have to say he seemed to smile more often lately. She wondered if she might have anything to do with that, and hoped so.
His words tonight were really having the most wonderful effect on her. He was being more than just attentive...he seemed desirous of her. He also seemed intent on seducing Fallon, and again she grew excited.
When they spent their last and only night together, the things he said had implied he wanted to become closer to her. The date tonight was made, she was sure, with that in mind. Yet somewhere in the back of her mind she had cautioned herself on reading too much into the date. She had stopped herself from hoping that he really felt as much for her as she wanted. Now, after the things he had done, the way he touched her, the way he kissed her, Fallon began to relax a little, and accept that maybe this time...
"Cyrus, I'll not play coy with you. I'm not good at it, and I think its a waste of time. You are the sexiest man I've ever known, and I've done very little all week long, but think about tonight...and what we might do together."
As Fallon spoke her voice became deeper, and softer, and pushing her plate aside, she patted her mouth with her napkin, and stood. Moving the couple steps to his side, she reached down and took his hand in hers, tugging on it just slightly, to show him she wanted him to stand. She knew how to be an aggressive lover, and with Cyrus she didn't fear rejection. Tonight, with Cyrus, she was eliminating the word from her mind. Tonight she wanted nothing but to give him pleasure.
His words tonight were really having the most wonderful effect on her. He was being more than just attentive...he seemed desirous of her. He also seemed intent on seducing Fallon, and again she grew excited.
When they spent their last and only night together, the things he said had implied he wanted to become closer to her. The date tonight was made, she was sure, with that in mind. Yet somewhere in the back of her mind she had cautioned herself on reading too much into the date. She had stopped herself from hoping that he really felt as much for her as she wanted. Now, after the things he had done, the way he touched her, the way he kissed her, Fallon began to relax a little, and accept that maybe this time...
"Cyrus, I'll not play coy with you. I'm not good at it, and I think its a waste of time. You are the sexiest man I've ever known, and I've done very little all week long, but think about tonight...and what we might do together."
As Fallon spoke her voice became deeper, and softer, and pushing her plate aside, she patted her mouth with her napkin, and stood. Moving the couple steps to his side, she reached down and took his hand in hers, tugging on it just slightly, to show him she wanted him to stand. She knew how to be an aggressive lover, and with Cyrus she didn't fear rejection. Tonight, with Cyrus, she was eliminating the word from her mind. Tonight she wanted nothing but to give him pleasure.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Fallon's declairation that she was not playing coy jumpstarted his pulse. So much so that he could feel tingles in his toes of excitement. He had an impassioned woman saying such wonderful things. As she stood and tugged on his hand he stood.
"Thank you, Fallon" Cyrus kissed the palm of her hand gently and slowly a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Your compliments will go straight to my head."
Cyrus did not want to take the initiative away from Fallon so he continued to hold her hand while his other hand was busy running up and down her bare arm. Leaning forward his lips touched hers lightly with nibbling, sucking kisses that tugged upon her lower lip. His breath caught in his throat at the taste of her.
"I am all yours." His husky declairation was made against the delicate skin under her ear as he traced the bones of her jaw back to that soft spot.
"Thank you, Fallon" Cyrus kissed the palm of her hand gently and slowly a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Your compliments will go straight to my head."
Cyrus did not want to take the initiative away from Fallon so he continued to hold her hand while his other hand was busy running up and down her bare arm. Leaning forward his lips touched hers lightly with nibbling, sucking kisses that tugged upon her lower lip. His breath caught in his throat at the taste of her.
"I am all yours." His husky declairation was made against the delicate skin under her ear as he traced the bones of her jaw back to that soft spot.
Fallon
18 years ago
His enthusiasm was palpable, and Fallon fed off it. Stopping herself from being distracted by his kisses, she backed away, and pulled him along. Leading him to the couch, she backed him to it, then nudged him to sit. Tugging the bottom of her dress up a bit, Fallon kneeled on the carpet, and slowly pushed his legs apart. Running her hands up both legs, she slid them across the tops of his thighs, and came up off her knees, when her hands moved up the sides of his chest. Leaning forward she pressed her lips to his, letting her tongue briefly taste of his mouth.
Watching his eyes, Fallon stood up again, and reached behind her her back, to unzip the dress. As she moved, she began softly singing...
"The look of love
Is in your eyes
The look your smile can’t disguise
The look of love
Is saying so much more
Than just words could ever say
And what my heart has heard
Well it takes my breath away"
Once the zipper was down, she unhooked the part around her neck, and held the dress to her breasts, while moving to the slow beat of the song. Fallon smiled softly, and yet all the time her eyes burned with Cyrus'.
"I can hardly wait to hold you
Feel my arms around you
How long I have waited
Waited just to love you
Now that I have found you..."
Letting the dress slide down her body, Fallon now stood in front of Cyrus in her leopard print strapless demi bra, which thrust her breasts high, and allowed just the tops of her nipples to show. In addition she wore matching tiny bikini panties that were not much more than an exaggerated thong, black thigh high stockings, and the black heels she had just bought.
"You’ve got the look of love
It’s on your face
A look that time can’t erase..."
Her hands roved over her body, and briefly she closed her eyes, as she imagined it was Cyrus caressing her. Her hips casually rotating, her legs shifting back and forth on the balls of her feet.
"I can hardly wait to hold you
Feel my arms around you
How long I have waited
Waited just to love you
Now that I have found you
Don’t ever go..."
And as the song ended, Fallon opened her eyes, and held her arms open to the gorgeous man sitting just in front of her.
"Come?"
She posed it as a question, but hoped he knew it wasn't.
Watching his eyes, Fallon stood up again, and reached behind her her back, to unzip the dress. As she moved, she began softly singing...
"The look of love
Is in your eyes
The look your smile can’t disguise
The look of love
Is saying so much more
Than just words could ever say
And what my heart has heard
Well it takes my breath away"
Once the zipper was down, she unhooked the part around her neck, and held the dress to her breasts, while moving to the slow beat of the song. Fallon smiled softly, and yet all the time her eyes burned with Cyrus'.
"I can hardly wait to hold you
Feel my arms around you
How long I have waited
Waited just to love you
Now that I have found you..."
Letting the dress slide down her body, Fallon now stood in front of Cyrus in her leopard print strapless demi bra, which thrust her breasts high, and allowed just the tops of her nipples to show. In addition she wore matching tiny bikini panties that were not much more than an exaggerated thong, black thigh high stockings, and the black heels she had just bought.
"You’ve got the look of love
It’s on your face
A look that time can’t erase..."
Her hands roved over her body, and briefly she closed her eyes, as she imagined it was Cyrus caressing her. Her hips casually rotating, her legs shifting back and forth on the balls of her feet.
"I can hardly wait to hold you
Feel my arms around you
How long I have waited
Waited just to love you
Now that I have found you
Don’t ever go..."
And as the song ended, Fallon opened her eyes, and held her arms open to the gorgeous man sitting just in front of her.
"Come?"
She posed it as a question, but hoped he knew it wasn't.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Allowing himself to be led to the couch and sat down, he watched the beauty before him carefully. Her sinuous movements and firm touches served only to set fire to his need for her. He felt bereft when she removed her hands from him. Watching her move and listening to her sing though was a suitable exchange.
The words were of love and desire which matched her movements as she slowly disrobed. At the sight of her skimpy underthings a quiet growl escaped his chest. He liked the look of spots upon her velvety flesh. As her hands roamed that flesh his chest began to ache. It wasnt until she said come that he realized he had forgotten to breathe. Upon that simple word he stood up as he allowed air into his lungs.
Stepping into her outstreched arms, Cyrus could not stop his hands from travelling the same paths hers had just taken. The smooth stockings intrigued him as much as the way her legs looked in those very high heels. Soon his hands were roaming all over her skin. Petting the curve of her hip and the flare of her very nicely rounded ass. The kiss he gave her was hot and hungry. He was more than ready for dessert.
Still he made no more to take her into the bedroom. If she wanted to remain leading he would gladly follow her. Though if she did not make such a move soon the urge to pounce was strong and he was unsure how long he could resist. The feeling of her small gift box in his pocket urged him on as he considered asking her to install the gift she gave him.
The words were of love and desire which matched her movements as she slowly disrobed. At the sight of her skimpy underthings a quiet growl escaped his chest. He liked the look of spots upon her velvety flesh. As her hands roamed that flesh his chest began to ache. It wasnt until she said come that he realized he had forgotten to breathe. Upon that simple word he stood up as he allowed air into his lungs.
Stepping into her outstreched arms, Cyrus could not stop his hands from travelling the same paths hers had just taken. The smooth stockings intrigued him as much as the way her legs looked in those very high heels. Soon his hands were roaming all over her skin. Petting the curve of her hip and the flare of her very nicely rounded ass. The kiss he gave her was hot and hungry. He was more than ready for dessert.
Still he made no more to take her into the bedroom. If she wanted to remain leading he would gladly follow her. Though if she did not make such a move soon the urge to pounce was strong and he was unsure how long he could resist. The feeling of her small gift box in his pocket urged him on as he considered asking her to install the gift she gave him.
Fallon
18 years ago
Her heart in her eyes, Fallon embraced Cyrus for all he was worth, when he went into her arms. His hands burned her skin, where they touched, and she was sure her body would go up in flames at any second.
The song she had sung segued into soft gasps, and groans as they kissed, and danced together. And the dance soon turned urgent, as Fallon felt the desire inside her begin to boil.
Her hands moved to help him shed his artificial skins, when the need to feel his flesh against her became almost unbearable. In her haste she became slightly careless, and scraped her tongue against one of his fangs, while toying with his lips. The pleasure elicited was like a thunderbolt, and she shook with the force of it. But afraid to move to fast, she withdrew, and pressed her lips along his neck, and once bare, his shoulders.
Feeling a bit too commanding, Fallon kicked off her heels, and smiled when she was again shorter than Cyrus. Though she didn't mind being the aggressor during parts of their lovemaking, she still liked relinquishing the power to him. Because he didn't demand it, and he seemed comfortable in her aspiration to lead, she in turn could give it over to him with joy.
"Shall we go into the bedroom?"
Had he wanted to lie down on the floor where they stood, Fallon wouldn't have hesitated. But Cyrus had gone to so much trouble tonight, she didn't want to deviate from any images he might still have in his mind.
Her hands were working at the fastening of his slacks, while she stood there, looking at him through half lowered lashes.
The song she had sung segued into soft gasps, and groans as they kissed, and danced together. And the dance soon turned urgent, as Fallon felt the desire inside her begin to boil.
Her hands moved to help him shed his artificial skins, when the need to feel his flesh against her became almost unbearable. In her haste she became slightly careless, and scraped her tongue against one of his fangs, while toying with his lips. The pleasure elicited was like a thunderbolt, and she shook with the force of it. But afraid to move to fast, she withdrew, and pressed her lips along his neck, and once bare, his shoulders.
Feeling a bit too commanding, Fallon kicked off her heels, and smiled when she was again shorter than Cyrus. Though she didn't mind being the aggressor during parts of their lovemaking, she still liked relinquishing the power to him. Because he didn't demand it, and he seemed comfortable in her aspiration to lead, she in turn could give it over to him with joy.
"Shall we go into the bedroom?"
Had he wanted to lie down on the floor where they stood, Fallon wouldn't have hesitated. But Cyrus had gone to so much trouble tonight, she didn't want to deviate from any images he might still have in his mind.
Her hands were working at the fastening of his slacks, while she stood there, looking at him through half lowered lashes.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Fallon turned into a wildcat in his arms which pleased him no end. Her hands swiftly made short work of his coat, sweater and grey silken undershirt. Feeling those soft hands on his skin turned the not so innocent dance into urgent foreplay. While he wanted his flesh pressed to hers, having to remove his hands from her was frustrating. The scrape of her tongue on his fangs elicted a groan from his chest as his muscles tensed at the taste of her. He wanted to devour her whole.
As she stepped out of the heels he watched her breasts jiggle slighly behind the spotted bra. His hands ached to trace that delicate curve and fill his hands with her. Rather than answer her question he wrapped her in a hug, kissing her gently. He released her with one arm, only to sweep her off her feet and into the shelter of his arms. Carrying her easily he nuzzled her neck with his face, gently nipping at her skin before taking her into the bedroom.
The double doors opened before him and he stepped into the lush jungle of green and delicate white flowers. Placing her gently upon the bed he stepped back and remembered the bottle in the pantry area. Leaning forward he kissed her nose. "I almost forgot something. Don't go anywhere."
Exiting the bedroom he walked forward till he could see the green bottle and two long stemmed red wine glasses on the pantry counter. The trio floated to him swiftly, and he caught the bottle in one hand and a glass in the other. Rather than risk breaking the two glasses it floated along beside him. His pace was quick with the urgency of his desire as he entered the bedroom. The glasses made their way to the empty bedside table and he uncorked the green bottle. This too made its way to the table.
The scent of blood was noticable now, but did nothing to overpower the scent of Fallon. Her light purfume, the sweet smell of her skin and a delicate hint of arousal. That warm woman appealled to him so much. His hands began undoing his slacks as the small box Fallon presented him floated to the table so he did not loose it. Kicking off his boots and pants he made his way to the bed in only a pair of light grey silk boxers that did not hide his desire.
As she stepped out of the heels he watched her breasts jiggle slighly behind the spotted bra. His hands ached to trace that delicate curve and fill his hands with her. Rather than answer her question he wrapped her in a hug, kissing her gently. He released her with one arm, only to sweep her off her feet and into the shelter of his arms. Carrying her easily he nuzzled her neck with his face, gently nipping at her skin before taking her into the bedroom.
The double doors opened before him and he stepped into the lush jungle of green and delicate white flowers. Placing her gently upon the bed he stepped back and remembered the bottle in the pantry area. Leaning forward he kissed her nose. "I almost forgot something. Don't go anywhere."
Exiting the bedroom he walked forward till he could see the green bottle and two long stemmed red wine glasses on the pantry counter. The trio floated to him swiftly, and he caught the bottle in one hand and a glass in the other. Rather than risk breaking the two glasses it floated along beside him. His pace was quick with the urgency of his desire as he entered the bedroom. The glasses made their way to the empty bedside table and he uncorked the green bottle. This too made its way to the table.
The scent of blood was noticable now, but did nothing to overpower the scent of Fallon. Her light purfume, the sweet smell of her skin and a delicate hint of arousal. That warm woman appealled to him so much. His hands began undoing his slacks as the small box Fallon presented him floated to the table so he did not loose it. Kicking off his boots and pants he made his way to the bed in only a pair of light grey silk boxers that did not hide his desire.
Fallon
18 years ago
It took her breath away when Cyrus swung her up into his arms, and she couldn't help but squirm just a little when he pressed his face against her neck. The sensations he was generating in Fallon were becoming more familiar to her, but she still cherished the fact that he would want to. Even knowing that she would give everything she had and was to him, Cyrus still cared enough about her to make sure she felt good too. That was something Fallon knew she would never take for granted.
She also didn't think his telekinetic powers would ever become second nature to her either. That he was able to move things with his mind was fantastic, and watching always made her smile, but it was one of those things she didn't ever think she could be blase' about. So when he set her down onto the bed, her eyes watched his movements, without blinking...from the time he left the room, until he returned one glass following along. She giggled, thinking it looked like a pet, walking along with its master.
The smell of blood made her stretch on the bed, as she watched him open the bottle to let it 'breathe'. She WAS almost beginning to come to expect that from him...the feeding. He had done almost everything in his power to make sure she never went hungry, from showing her how to meet the proper donors, to even providing her with backup blood. And while she was doing okay on that front, for the most part, she still had a lot to learn. It was good she had him to watch over her, in the mean time.
Sitting up against the pillows, Fallon picked up the bottle.
"Shall I pour?"
Her hand hovered over the bottle, as he picked up on undressing, and sent the box of studs to sit on the table next to her. She wondered if he would let her change out the ones he currently wore, for the new ones, later. Looking at the box, and then to Cyrus, she imagined the question must be written all over her face. That helped her make up her mind about the situation, and she grinned. Her grin grew even more once Cyrus joined her on the bed, evidence of his feelings pushing prominently against his shorts.
Thinking to feed them both now, and not only have that out of the way, but possibly enhancing what was to come next, Fallon considered handing Cyrus a glass. But instead of filling it, she leaned back on the bed, until her back, and stomach were flat. She then poured a shot glass amount of the blood onto her belly, where it pooled over her navel. She dipped her finger into the blood, and reached over to rub it along the bottom of his lip, and then repeated the process against her own lips...just to lick it away.
"Or would you rather have a glass?"
She also didn't think his telekinetic powers would ever become second nature to her either. That he was able to move things with his mind was fantastic, and watching always made her smile, but it was one of those things she didn't ever think she could be blase' about. So when he set her down onto the bed, her eyes watched his movements, without blinking...from the time he left the room, until he returned one glass following along. She giggled, thinking it looked like a pet, walking along with its master.
The smell of blood made her stretch on the bed, as she watched him open the bottle to let it 'breathe'. She WAS almost beginning to come to expect that from him...the feeding. He had done almost everything in his power to make sure she never went hungry, from showing her how to meet the proper donors, to even providing her with backup blood. And while she was doing okay on that front, for the most part, she still had a lot to learn. It was good she had him to watch over her, in the mean time.
Sitting up against the pillows, Fallon picked up the bottle.
"Shall I pour?"
Her hand hovered over the bottle, as he picked up on undressing, and sent the box of studs to sit on the table next to her. She wondered if he would let her change out the ones he currently wore, for the new ones, later. Looking at the box, and then to Cyrus, she imagined the question must be written all over her face. That helped her make up her mind about the situation, and she grinned. Her grin grew even more once Cyrus joined her on the bed, evidence of his feelings pushing prominently against his shorts.
Thinking to feed them both now, and not only have that out of the way, but possibly enhancing what was to come next, Fallon considered handing Cyrus a glass. But instead of filling it, she leaned back on the bed, until her back, and stomach were flat. She then poured a shot glass amount of the blood onto her belly, where it pooled over her navel. She dipped her finger into the blood, and reached over to rub it along the bottom of his lip, and then repeated the process against her own lips...just to lick it away.
"Or would you rather have a glass?"