Amber was it? He grinned, both playful and preditory, at her when she christened him with a nickname. He'd never really had one before, he was either Ambrose or Isaac nothing else, not to any one else. Even at the height of his gunslinger days he hadn't been 'the Kid' or anything like that, just Isaac Ray.
He turned the name over in his head, Amber was old, tough but not impossible to break, hard to find and had bugs stuck in it but you'd probably call it a semi precious stone. The grin dissolved into a laugh and Ambrose kissed her heartily, deeply.
"So I'm a rock and you're beautiful. Seems about right to me don't you think?"
To prevent any misunderstanding he smiled again, an eye crinkling grin. If you looked close, or just paid attention you could see the faint beginning of lines around his eyes. Evidence of too much time squinting into the sun and a life lived well out of doors.
Honestly though he couldn't think of any one else he'd rather, or let, give him a nickname. Although he might have to work on living it down outside of her company. Amber was hardly appropriate for a male musician and vampire.
How Not To Look A Gift Horse In the Mouth - (private)
Ysabel was struggling with her unpacking once again, only this time she didn't have Dayle there to help her out with it. She'd been tossing boxes haphazardly out onto her little balcony as she unpacked each one and the pile was growing in leaps and bounds. She figured she'd throw them out soon enough.
Sliding the doors open one last time she tossed one more box onto the stack, making a little noise of dismay when it tumbled over the others and kept on going right to the ground. The urge to simply float it back up to the balcony was strong but she didn't know who might be wandering around who shouldn't be. Her room overlooked a lovely bit of grassy lawn, and she certainly couldn't just leave the box out there.
So, feeling fairly safe in leaving her door unlocked, she left her suite, descended the stairs with her skirts lifted up arond her feet, and walked quickly outside. She tiptoed through the grass; a fair amount of condensation had already gathered on it and she tried her best not to make a mess of her gown and slippers.
Retrieving her wayward box she glanced around, saw no one, and tossed it back up to her own balcony with a bit of assistance. Then she made her way back around and into the Manor again, sliding through the hallways back to her suite with the little bit of hesitance born of unfamiliarity.
Ambrose
18 years ago
Ysabel
18 years ago
Deciding his teasing was just that... teasing, and he wasn't actually asking her to reconsider where she did her unpacking, Ysabel let it go and admired Ambrose's grin. She was definitely getting attached to his smile, which seemed to light up his entire face and reached his eyes as well, something she had grown accustomed to doing without. As in all things, apparently, even Ambrose's smile was without restraint or boundaries.
Ysabel did color a bit when he called himself a rock. She certainly hadn't meant to imply that. perhaps she should leave the nicknaming to him, after all. Her fretting was short-lived however, as his smile hadn't waned at all and he still beamed down at her. Nuzzling his chin with her nose she pressed her toes onto the arch of his right foot and levered herself up the few inches she needed to take his lips in a soft, slow, lazy kiss.
"If you don't like it..." she began, but she broke off hesitantly and shook her head. He would have told her. Of everything she knew about him thus far, holding back wasn't a personality trait Abrose was familiar with. Instead, she looked at his face again and verified what she'd thought before... a light, genuine, warm sile. He wasn't opposed to the name.
She was surprised to find words on her lips she hadn't expected to be there, not this soon. Blinking suddenly, she kissed him once more, quickly, with a good deal more heat, and then relaxed into his arms once again.
Ysabel certainly hoped Ambrose planned on having her there for a while. As she nestled nakedly against him she realized with some mortification that every scrap of clothing she'd worn that night was irreparably torn. She wasn't going to dare venturing out of his rooms while the night was this young and almost everyone was probably moving about.
Ysabel did color a bit when he called himself a rock. She certainly hadn't meant to imply that. perhaps she should leave the nicknaming to him, after all. Her fretting was short-lived however, as his smile hadn't waned at all and he still beamed down at her. Nuzzling his chin with her nose she pressed her toes onto the arch of his right foot and levered herself up the few inches she needed to take his lips in a soft, slow, lazy kiss.
"If you don't like it..." she began, but she broke off hesitantly and shook her head. He would have told her. Of everything she knew about him thus far, holding back wasn't a personality trait Abrose was familiar with. Instead, she looked at his face again and verified what she'd thought before... a light, genuine, warm sile. He wasn't opposed to the name.
She was surprised to find words on her lips she hadn't expected to be there, not this soon. Blinking suddenly, she kissed him once more, quickly, with a good deal more heat, and then relaxed into his arms once again.
Ysabel certainly hoped Ambrose planned on having her there for a while. As she nestled nakedly against him she realized with some mortification that every scrap of clothing she'd worn that night was irreparably torn. She wasn't going to dare venturing out of his rooms while the night was this young and almost everyone was probably moving about.
Ambrose
18 years ago
There was that hint of color again, and he hadn't even ripped anything. Ambrose rather wished he knew why she had taken to blushing so he could duplicate that effect but trail and error would be rewarding too.
As she nuzzled his neck his hand dropped to her waist and absently brushed the soft smooth skin of her hip, waist and stomach. He didn't stop even as he returned the kiss.
"You gave it to me."
His smile was a little twisted, but very matter of fact. Of course he liked it she had given it to him.
She didn't seem in a hurry to leave, and that fit with his plans perfectly, especially if she continued like that. He caught her lower lip in his teeth for a brief second, but didn't break the skin.
As he continued his casual caresses he glanced about the room. It was odd to have it so dim but with Belle there it seemed quite natural. It was then that he noticed how much the room had changed. It wasn't just shades of beige any more. There seemed to be splashes of white and a few shades of blue; it was what remained of her clothing. His own cloths, with the exception of the ruined zipper, were remarkably whole.
Ambrose pulled her to him, closer if that were possible, and whispered in her ear.
"Just where are your rooms?"
As she nuzzled his neck his hand dropped to her waist and absently brushed the soft smooth skin of her hip, waist and stomach. He didn't stop even as he returned the kiss.
"You gave it to me."
His smile was a little twisted, but very matter of fact. Of course he liked it she had given it to him.
She didn't seem in a hurry to leave, and that fit with his plans perfectly, especially if she continued like that. He caught her lower lip in his teeth for a brief second, but didn't break the skin.
As he continued his casual caresses he glanced about the room. It was odd to have it so dim but with Belle there it seemed quite natural. It was then that he noticed how much the room had changed. It wasn't just shades of beige any more. There seemed to be splashes of white and a few shades of blue; it was what remained of her clothing. His own cloths, with the exception of the ruined zipper, were remarkably whole.
Ambrose pulled her to him, closer if that were possible, and whispered in her ear.
"Just where are your rooms?"
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel blinked up at Ambrose in surprise, touched by the sweetness of those few words. Her mouth formed a little "oh" which dissolved into his light nip.
She closed her eyes with sleepy satisfaction as he stroked her skin. The occasional rise and fall of his chest was a comfort and Ysabel found herself dozing off in his embrace, gathered tenderly into his arms.
When he spoke again she barely registered she'd been drifting off. She opened her eyes and thought a moment, wondering why it mattered where her rooms were, but figuring it was simple curiosity. She certainly wasn't opposed to having him there once everything was unpacked.
"They're upstairs," she said. "In this wing, up one flight, and down the hall." She rubbed her cheek against Ambrose's chest as her uppermost arm drifted back and forth along his side and hip, just because it could.
She closed her eyes with sleepy satisfaction as he stroked her skin. The occasional rise and fall of his chest was a comfort and Ysabel found herself dozing off in his embrace, gathered tenderly into his arms.
When he spoke again she barely registered she'd been drifting off. She opened her eyes and thought a moment, wondering why it mattered where her rooms were, but figuring it was simple curiosity. She certainly wasn't opposed to having him there once everything was unpacked.
"They're upstairs," she said. "In this wing, up one flight, and down the hall." She rubbed her cheek against Ambrose's chest as her uppermost arm drifted back and forth along his side and hip, just because it could.
Ambrose
18 years ago
Stairs. Why did it always have to be stairs? Well in this instance he'd find a way to make it work, and leave extra time for climbing.
He wished he had a blanket to cover her with, but he didn't ,not handy any way. So he'd have to keep her warm himself. Her breathing seemed to grow deeper, slower and the idea that she was falling asleep in his arms caused Ambrose to smile. At the same time he felt protective of her; half asleep, relaxed vunerable her hair wrapped about them in the strangest ways. No, Ambrose wouldn't let anything happen to her.
Relishing the feel of her hands on him Ambrose let her drift off. There was time to figure out how she was going to get back to her rooms with her cloths torn to shreds later. For now thought, there was no rush for her to leave at all. He whispered to her, smoothing back some hair from her face.
"Get some sleep Belle."
He wished he had a blanket to cover her with, but he didn't ,not handy any way. So he'd have to keep her warm himself. Her breathing seemed to grow deeper, slower and the idea that she was falling asleep in his arms caused Ambrose to smile. At the same time he felt protective of her; half asleep, relaxed vunerable her hair wrapped about them in the strangest ways. No, Ambrose wouldn't let anything happen to her.
Relishing the feel of her hands on him Ambrose let her drift off. There was time to figure out how she was going to get back to her rooms with her cloths torn to shreds later. For now thought, there was no rush for her to leave at all. He whispered to her, smoothing back some hair from her face.
"Get some sleep Belle."
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel murmured sleepily against Ambrose's chest. His words came to heras if from very far away, urging her to sleep. It was barely midnight, but her unpacking and their recent activity convinced her that perhaps a short nap was all right, after all. Ambrose seemed to want her there and she was loathe to move.
She gave one last little sigh and let her eyes drift closed. Her hand stilled, coming to rest at his waist as she relaxed into the most comfortable embrace she'd ever known.
((ooc: Amber and Belle out!))
She gave one last little sigh and let her eyes drift closed. Her hand stilled, coming to rest at his waist as she relaxed into the most comfortable embrace she'd ever known.
((ooc: Amber and Belle out!))