He watched her a bit as she lifted her skirts to get into the tuck hoping for a glimpse of something under those skirts. Foot, ankle, leg; just about anything would have been excellent, but he was doomed to be disappointed. But he still rather hoped she’d invite him in once they got to her place and then he might get to see more of her. Given his own ‘peculiarities’ Ambrose thought he might be pushing it; ‘Do you want to go steady?’ to ‘Yes, yes I am a vampire’ in one night was probably a bit much.
“You might never be found if you ride with me.”
The engine was running and he only had to shift the truck into gear, but he did so reluctantly and taking Belle’s suggestion of driving slowly to heart.
Out for a Bite (attn: Ambrose)
Ysabel sat in one of the armchairs in the lobby of the Piazza, studiously ignoring everyone who passed nearby. Her keener-than-the-average-human nose hadn't yet detected the slightly spicy scent of whatever cologne he had worn the last couple of times they'd seen each other. She was reading one of the high society magazines, not particularly interested in the content, more interested in projecting an air of concentrated disinterest.
Force of habit, perhaps, or maybe just a love of the slightly dramatic, but Ysabel had arranged herself specifically as she waited for Ambrose. Her gown, a throwback to Regency England with a square-cut neckline, was made of a lovely dove-grey mull embellished with burgundy lace at the hem, just below the breasts of the empire cut waist, and around the fitted elbow-length sleeves. The hem was arranged artfully at her feet, in a swirl of soft grey that rippled just right when it settled on the carpet. Her long blonde hair was pulled up into a twist on top of her head, tendrils of carefully-styled curls drifting down her back, the line of her slender neck exposed.
She wore little in the way of adornment; Ysabel loved jewelry but she didn't like to be decorated like a Christmas tree. She had on a simple gold chain around her neck, with a single ruby set in gold on a pendant, almost like a drop of blood. Tiny rubies winked on her earlobes and two slim, exquisite hairpins nestled in her curls, each one crafted in the shape of a dragonfly, gold with tiny rubies that matched the lace on her gown.
Ysabel couldn't help it; something in her was attracted to the theatrical, and she liked to make an impression. Preferably a good one. She had stopped trying to convince herself that it had nothing to do with her date. Who was she kidding? She liked Ambrose far too much to lie about it. Enough to meet him for dinner... unusual for Ysabel, who usually detested food.
Ambrose
18 years ago
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel was hard-pressed to find that idea even remotely objectionable. The truck crawled away from the curb and she chuckled at the idea that they might head back to her condo at a stately five mils per hour, but even so she didn't speak out against it.
"I could handle being lost in good company."
The fact that she was sitting next to him rather than across the truck in the passenger seat was, hopefully, proof enough that she found him to be good company.
She gave a silent little internal sigh. She wanted very much to invite Ambrose in with her. She was going to have to give a lot of thought, indeed, to the idea of either making him a familiar or otherwise initiating him into the big wide world of the undead.
"I could handle being lost in good company."
The fact that she was sitting next to him rather than across the truck in the passenger seat was, hopefully, proof enough that she found him to be good company.
She gave a silent little internal sigh. She wanted very much to invite Ambrose in with her. She was going to have to give a lot of thought, indeed, to the idea of either making him a familiar or otherwise initiating him into the big wide world of the undead.
Ambrose
18 years ago
“Good because I didn’t bring a compass.”
No matter how reluctant he was to drop Belle off Ambrose simply could not handle driving at five miles an hour, so he dealt with the speed limit.
Pulling up in front of the condo he was in no hurry to get out or to open her door. Rather he slid an arm around her waist and kissed her again, deeper and more lingeringly than he had at the hotel.
“Do I need to worry about chaperones?”
He was on something apparently. This couldn’t possibly end well, carrying on with a human. All hell was going to break loose and he knew it.
No matter how reluctant he was to drop Belle off Ambrose simply could not handle driving at five miles an hour, so he dealt with the speed limit.
Pulling up in front of the condo he was in no hurry to get out or to open her door. Rather he slid an arm around her waist and kissed her again, deeper and more lingeringly than he had at the hotel.
“Do I need to worry about chaperones?”
He was on something apparently. This couldn’t possibly end well, carrying on with a human. All hell was going to break loose and he knew it.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel found that she was chanting to herself softly, in her head.
'Be careful, be careful, so careful, don't bite, don't show him, don't let him know.'
She had enough experience at this; she'd had enough relationships in her life to know how to distance herself, how to separate herself emotionally, but she didn't want to. She didn't want to have to hide what she was, not at this moment.
Ysabel did, though, and found herself offering her mouth to Ambrose for a sweet kiss, her body remembering the motions, her heart backing off to let her head handle it, unhappy about it but understanding the necessity. Her fangs remained in; she could do this if she concentrated.
Still, she would have liked to be able to offer more.
"Chaperones? I think Dayle is home," Ysabel said with a tone of apology. "Although if were were to truly get lost..."
She bit gently at his lip and then kissed him again softly before pulling away and resting her cheek against his.
'Be careful, be careful, so careful, don't bite, don't show him, don't let him know.'
She had enough experience at this; she'd had enough relationships in her life to know how to distance herself, how to separate herself emotionally, but she didn't want to. She didn't want to have to hide what she was, not at this moment.
Ysabel did, though, and found herself offering her mouth to Ambrose for a sweet kiss, her body remembering the motions, her heart backing off to let her head handle it, unhappy about it but understanding the necessity. Her fangs remained in; she could do this if she concentrated.
Still, she would have liked to be able to offer more.
"Chaperones? I think Dayle is home," Ysabel said with a tone of apology. "Although if were were to truly get lost..."
She bit gently at his lip and then kissed him again softly before pulling away and resting her cheek against his.
Ambrose
18 years ago
He’d not dated a human before. They were food and Ambrose was very good at bite and run, he generally didn’t want to be remembered. Belle also had him rather, wired and he could feel his canines sharpen. They hadn’t quite grown… yet. He might be able to get one more kiss in before giving himself away.
The light bite to his lip sent a charge though him. Ambrose lightly stroked her cheek and as he did so found himself wondering what she would taste like. But it was far too early in the relationship for that.
“How lost did you want to get?”
The light bite to his lip sent a charge though him. Ambrose lightly stroked her cheek and as he did so found himself wondering what she would taste like. But it was far too early in the relationship for that.
“How lost did you want to get?”
Ysabel
18 years ago
Was he being figurative or literal? If it was the latter, ysabel was fairly certain she was new enough to nachton to get them both pretty well lost.
If he'd meant it figuratively, however, her head and heart were of two differing opinions. Her head said, "Not completely lost," reminding her of her priorities, not to go too far.
"Completely lost," her traitorous little mouth said, following the desires of her heart.
She was snuggled up close enough to Ambrose at this point that it didn't take a rocket scientist to know which part of her would win if Ambrose decided to take her at her word, but Ysabel still didn't retract the statement.
If he'd meant it figuratively, however, her head and heart were of two differing opinions. Her head said, "Not completely lost," reminding her of her priorities, not to go too far.
"Completely lost," her traitorous little mouth said, following the desires of her heart.
She was snuggled up close enough to Ambrose at this point that it didn't take a rocket scientist to know which part of her would win if Ambrose decided to take her at her word, but Ysabel still didn't retract the statement.
Ambrose
18 years ago
He wished she hadn’t said that, it was too inviting. Ambrose again leaned in to sample her lips. It was impossible to get enough of her; his hands began to wander as well pulling some of her hair lose from its artful arrangement. He wanted to feel skin; fortunately, the dress she had chosen made that possible. But as he continued it was becoming increasingly aware his fang were no longer hidden and they were less than subtle.
Relying on the darkness of the cab and speaking softly to keep them hidden he reluctantly parted from her.
“Completely might be arranged…”
But not tonight. He needed some time to think about how or if the subject of his diet should be introduced and she simply wasn’t giving him that time right now.
Relying on the darkness of the cab and speaking softly to keep them hidden he reluctantly parted from her.
“Completely might be arranged…”
But not tonight. He needed some time to think about how or if the subject of his diet should be introduced and she simply wasn’t giving him that time right now.
Ysabel
18 years ago
It was fortunate that he was actually as well-mannered as he'd led her to believe. Ambrose kissed her once more, which she returned wholeheartedly, giving a little sigh as his hands decided to take a stroll through her hair then over her shoulders and her upper arms.
For her part, she wrapped her arms around his waist much as she had at the ballgame, and when he pulled away she tucked her head up against his chest under his chin.
"Mother and father always told me not to leave a task unfinished, so completely it will have to be," she teased lightly.
"Though truth be told, it is an undertaking I can't claim to be unhappy about."
Ysabel was slightly disappointed he'd pulled back, but only a very little bit. There were plenty of reasons for them not to get too involved that night, not the least of which were threatening to make a liar out of her and nibble at Ambrose's neck regardless of her restraint and self-control.
For her part, she wrapped her arms around his waist much as she had at the ballgame, and when he pulled away she tucked her head up against his chest under his chin.
"Mother and father always told me not to leave a task unfinished, so completely it will have to be," she teased lightly.
"Though truth be told, it is an undertaking I can't claim to be unhappy about."
Ysabel was slightly disappointed he'd pulled back, but only a very little bit. There were plenty of reasons for them not to get too involved that night, not the least of which were threatening to make a liar out of her and nibble at Ambrose's neck regardless of her restraint and self-control.
Ambrose
18 years ago
"And I'm just plain looking forward to it."Â?
Parts of it any way; but how much and for how long could he keep certain things from her? Well that remained to be seen. As it was, he needed to put the breaks on the evening very quickly now.
"Shall I walk you to your door?"Â?
And that was evidence that he was very taken with her. She live on the second floor and that required stairs.
Parts of it any way; but how much and for how long could he keep certain things from her? Well that remained to be seen. As it was, he needed to put the breaks on the evening very quickly now.
"Shall I walk you to your door?"Â?
And that was evidence that he was very taken with her. She live on the second floor and that required stairs.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel couldn't object to being left on her doorstep with a smile on her face, which was exactly how it happened. Ambrose, rather than kissing her again, simply brushed his lips across her hand and made his way back down the stairs.
She watched until he'd pulled away and driven off, and then poked her key into the lock, humming softly if not prettily under her breath and hoping to see him again... very soon.
((ooc: both out with permission))
She watched until he'd pulled away and driven off, and then poked her key into the lock, humming softly if not prettily under her breath and hoping to see him again... very soon.
((ooc: both out with permission))