Alex kissed her hand sloftly and Amberelle swallowed hard as her heart seemed to slam against her chest. A heat began to coil low in her belly, that delicious tightening of anticipation and something else. Suddenly her mouth was dry and all she could do was smile when he looked up at her. 'Dear God how does he make me feel this way..' Wanton thoughts swirled through her mind, mental images of things she wanted to do, and have him do to her, that made it hard for her not to blush.
Immediately she grinned at his words, even as her breath caught. I have no doubt you will.. Shrugging lightly, she added It's already been the best night of my life so that's pretty much a sure bet.
Narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips thoughtfully, the blonde slid over until she was against his side and had nudged his arm around her. He needed little provocation and pulled her tightly to him. Sliding a hand inside his jacket and around his side, Amby nuzzled his chin and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. Now, I know I have a lot more nights to compete with.. but I am hoping for more memorable than just 'a while'. Looks like I have work to do... Leaning in she captured his mouth with hers and kissed him deeply. She let all of her building desire pour through and felt it rising in him as well. A small shiver went through her and she moaned softly.
Twisting in his embrace, Amberelle slid into his lap and curled her legs on the seat beside him. His hands caressed her back and she could feel their heat burning through her dress. With one arm still around him her other hand came up to slide around Alex's neck and she tangled her fingers in his dark hair.
Pulling away from the kiss for a moment, Amby bit deeply into her tongue. Her eyes burned as she gazed into his, and she leaned in and offered her mouth to him again.
Back to the Manor ((private - attn. Amberelle))
continued from After the Show.
Roger was obviously taking the scenic route back through Nachton to Heolfor Mannor. Alexander smiled as he glanced out the tinted windows of the limousine. He would have to slip something extra to Rupert for him to give to the Roger. The man had performed exemplarary service and had been discrete about Alexander and Amberelle interest in each other.
Alexander took Amberelle's hand in his, staring at the delicate long fingers and reflecting on the long evening and of Amberelle's not so subtle suggestions at the theatre. If anything he was more excited by the prospect of what she had in mind to do to him tonight, than dwelling on what had passed between them in the Vesper Garden. Alexander knew he shouldn't be thinking so basely, but being with her brought out all kinds of feelings and responses that he hadn't indulged himself in for a long time. And especially not with another of his kind.
He raise her hand to his lips and gently kissed it.
I won't say it, he thought to himself, but she knows it. The longing and passion in her eyes was all to real as Amberelle glanced at Alexander and smiled shyly.
Alexander returned the smile and said with a sly twist.
"I'll remember tonight for a while, I think. And hopefully I'll make the evening more memorable for you, cheri."
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
Alex West
17 years ago
Alexander's pupils dilated as he caught that scent. Subtle and enticing. A thin trickle formed at the left corner of her mouth as she smiled coyly at him and toyed with his hair. If not for the inconvinience of the limosuine Alexander would have ravished her then and their.
He bit into his own tongue and felt the blood between fill his mouth. Without wasting a second more, Alexander latched onto Amberelle's and inviting mouth and opened his own to let his blood mingle with hers.
Alexander gripped Amberelle tightly as their tongues danced over each other, the dark vitae from each vampire arousing the other as it freely flowed between them. With one hand firmly behind her back, Alexander let his other hand work it's way Amberelle's legs, pushing them slightly apart as he moved further and began carresing her inner thighs.
A muffled moan escaped her lips, only further encouraging Alexander to carry on what he was doing. Amberelle's fingers gripped his hair tightly while her other hand slipped inside Alexander's jacket and through his shirt. She moved her hand up his chest and gently plucked at his right nipple. Alexander swallowed with great difficulty as he continued to passionately kiss his beloved.
He bit into his own tongue and felt the blood between fill his mouth. Without wasting a second more, Alexander latched onto Amberelle's and inviting mouth and opened his own to let his blood mingle with hers.
Alexander gripped Amberelle tightly as their tongues danced over each other, the dark vitae from each vampire arousing the other as it freely flowed between them. With one hand firmly behind her back, Alexander let his other hand work it's way Amberelle's legs, pushing them slightly apart as he moved further and began carresing her inner thighs.
A muffled moan escaped her lips, only further encouraging Alexander to carry on what he was doing. Amberelle's fingers gripped his hair tightly while her other hand slipped inside Alexander's jacket and through his shirt. She moved her hand up his chest and gently plucked at his right nipple. Alexander swallowed with great difficulty as he continued to passionately kiss his beloved.
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
She felt bold, reckless and decidely wicked. Something seemed to come over Amberelle when Alex was near making her feel confident and impulsive, and the blonde was reveling in it. The taste of their blood mixed was an intoxicating drug. It was potent, but combined with the fire he was igniting in her with his caresses the resulting pleasure was almost robbing Amby of her sanity. Scratching her nails lightly over his chest, she ran her hand over his flesh and shivered with delight from the simple contact with him.
The wound in her tongue had stopped seeping vitae but she craved more, her hunger no where near sated. Crushing her mouth to Alexander's, Amberelle nipped at his lip with a growl, biting and scratching each of them to keep the crimson nectar flowing. He nipped back, his fang piercing her soft bottom lip and she moaned.
The feel of his fingers on her thighs was driving her mad. 'So close..' She could feel the heat in her burning for his touch. Pure instinct was taking over and her body writhed under Alexander's touch, opening to him. Her responses seemed to embolden him and his hand traveled higher until she was nearly trembling in anticipation.
The wound in her tongue had stopped seeping vitae but she craved more, her hunger no where near sated. Crushing her mouth to Alexander's, Amberelle nipped at his lip with a growl, biting and scratching each of them to keep the crimson nectar flowing. He nipped back, his fang piercing her soft bottom lip and she moaned.
The feel of his fingers on her thighs was driving her mad. 'So close..' She could feel the heat in her burning for his touch. Pure instinct was taking over and her body writhed under Alexander's touch, opening to him. Her responses seemed to embolden him and his hand traveled higher until she was nearly trembling in anticipation.
Alex West
17 years ago
The minor pain that come from Amberelle biting into Alexander's lip was nothing compared to the pleasure of her raking nails across his skin and the urgent passion of mixed vitae trickling down his throat and inflaming his senses.
And she responded to him, her legs opening wider as he moved past the lacy tops of her stockings. His fingers felt like they had been burnt when they touched to soft material of Amberelle's undergarment and Alexander hesitated until Amberelle moved her hips, and pressed his hand against her pubic mound.
He touched her softly through the fabric, alternately carressing and rubbing his fingers against her slowly. Amberelle paused enough to gasp slightly at his touch, and she drove her nails further into Alexander's skin.
She might not be breaking his skin, but Alexander felt her keen nails and relished the sensation. He kissed her even more deeply, greedily sucking at the mixed vitae and chasing after her tongue with his own.
He was sorely tempted to tell Amberelle again how much she meant to him, but Alexander refraimed. Amberelle seemed emoboldened and more confident than before. The last thing he wanted to do was to douse the fire by playing on her own fears and insecurity. Instead he pulled his lips apart and whispered to her in French.
"Plus que n'importe quelle femme"
And she responded to him, her legs opening wider as he moved past the lacy tops of her stockings. His fingers felt like they had been burnt when they touched to soft material of Amberelle's undergarment and Alexander hesitated until Amberelle moved her hips, and pressed his hand against her pubic mound.
He touched her softly through the fabric, alternately carressing and rubbing his fingers against her slowly. Amberelle paused enough to gasp slightly at his touch, and she drove her nails further into Alexander's skin.
She might not be breaking his skin, but Alexander felt her keen nails and relished the sensation. He kissed her even more deeply, greedily sucking at the mixed vitae and chasing after her tongue with his own.
He was sorely tempted to tell Amberelle again how much she meant to him, but Alexander refraimed. Amberelle seemed emoboldened and more confident than before. The last thing he wanted to do was to douse the fire by playing on her own fears and insecurity. Instead he pulled his lips apart and whispered to her in French.
"Plus que n'importe quelle femme"
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
His words penetrated the passion and blood lust that had fogged Amberelle's mind. Opening her eyes, she stared up at Alex and drew in a shaky breath. For several long second she just gazed into his eyes, letting all the desire and longing she saw in them wash over her. It was mirrored in her own golden eyes.
The vampire turned her face to his neck and pressed it there tightly. Dear God Alex, what do you do to me? Her voice was barely audible and raw with desire. Her body was on fire, his caresses driving her to the brink of sweet madness. Trembling and unable to stop she clung to him. She was barely able to resist begging him to take her right there.
The scent of her passion in the air, the feel of his hands burning through the thin layer of satin between them and her delicate skin, the lingering taste of their blood... they were more than she could take. Her eyes opened, feral and wild. Through burning slits she stared up at him. Her nails were like claws raking his back and digging into his neck as she pulled him down to meet her hungry lips. Amberelle wanted to devour him, to consume him like the burning fire he ignited in her had done to her sanity.
It wasn't enough to lie passive in his arms. No, she needed more, had to have more. She never broke their kiss as she rose, twisting and turning to straddle him. Her hands grabbed his head, holding it hostage and she attacked him, her tongue delving into him furiously sparring with his. Amby pressed herself to him, breasts crushed against his chest, hips arching and grinding against him. She let loose a frustrated growl at the clothing seperating him from her. Alex's arms locked around her, one hand tangled in the mess of golden hair at her neck and the other griping her hip tightly.
Sliding down his neck, stratching against his skin roughly, her hands moved down and roughly jerked his tie open, tossing it aside. Writhing, moaning, Amberelle jerked away from his kiss roughly and licked her lips as she watched him. Raking her nails slowly down his chest, she smiled at him.
Vous avez apporté dehors àla bête, mon cher, she whispered, Now you have to tame her. Leaning close she lapped at his lips with quick, hard strokes. Growling loudly, she pressed her forehead to his and stared into his eyes. Her hands slid back up his chest before grabbing handfuls of his shirt. Laughing softly she tugged and felt the first several buttons pop and give.
Pulling his shirt open, her face slid down and she licked her way downward over his neck, nibbling and nipping at the newly exposed flesh on his shoulder. Her hands slide around him again to caress his back, roughly squeezing and kneading his musled frame as she pressed her chest against his.
The vampire turned her face to his neck and pressed it there tightly. Dear God Alex, what do you do to me? Her voice was barely audible and raw with desire. Her body was on fire, his caresses driving her to the brink of sweet madness. Trembling and unable to stop she clung to him. She was barely able to resist begging him to take her right there.
The scent of her passion in the air, the feel of his hands burning through the thin layer of satin between them and her delicate skin, the lingering taste of their blood... they were more than she could take. Her eyes opened, feral and wild. Through burning slits she stared up at him. Her nails were like claws raking his back and digging into his neck as she pulled him down to meet her hungry lips. Amberelle wanted to devour him, to consume him like the burning fire he ignited in her had done to her sanity.
It wasn't enough to lie passive in his arms. No, she needed more, had to have more. She never broke their kiss as she rose, twisting and turning to straddle him. Her hands grabbed his head, holding it hostage and she attacked him, her tongue delving into him furiously sparring with his. Amby pressed herself to him, breasts crushed against his chest, hips arching and grinding against him. She let loose a frustrated growl at the clothing seperating him from her. Alex's arms locked around her, one hand tangled in the mess of golden hair at her neck and the other griping her hip tightly.
Sliding down his neck, stratching against his skin roughly, her hands moved down and roughly jerked his tie open, tossing it aside. Writhing, moaning, Amberelle jerked away from his kiss roughly and licked her lips as she watched him. Raking her nails slowly down his chest, she smiled at him.
Vous avez apporté dehors àla bête, mon cher, she whispered, Now you have to tame her. Leaning close she lapped at his lips with quick, hard strokes. Growling loudly, she pressed her forehead to his and stared into his eyes. Her hands slid back up his chest before grabbing handfuls of his shirt. Laughing softly she tugged and felt the first several buttons pop and give.
Pulling his shirt open, her face slid down and she licked her way downward over his neck, nibbling and nipping at the newly exposed flesh on his shoulder. Her hands slide around him again to caress his back, roughly squeezing and kneading his musled frame as she pressed her chest against his.
Alex West
17 years ago
It was the eyes that gave Alexander pause. Golden and feline, and difficult to determine exactly who was driving Amberelle's impulses and desires now. He should have guessed she was a Shifter from Amberelle's interactions with that little cat. First inside the dojo where the pair had been sparring, and then again in Amberelle's quarters. Alexander had been so enraptured with Amberelle that he had completely missed that, and though he was in little danger of Amberelle's claw like nails breaking his skin, his clothing was another matter entirely. Amberelle was aroused to the state where he could imagine her shredding his clothing to get at what she wanted.
He felt vulnerable, exposed. It was an interesting experience to say the least. Amberelle's dress had been pulled tight against her lithe body and her pert breasts were all but exposed to him and she continued to move up and down. Amberelle's hands were of primary concern at the moment. The clothing he could easily replace, the back seat of a limousine would cost more, and an explanation might prove embarassing for both of them.
Alexander continued wrestle with Amberelle as she kissed him passionately. His hands went up towards the roof of the limousine and locked around Amberelle's hands. Alexander forced them down and behind Amberelle's back. Her eyes flickered open and she looked at him with a questioning glance. Alexander let his left hand go while he held the two of hers in his right hand.
He quickly brought his left hand around to the front. Alexander lowered his head and between kissing Amberelle's shoulder as he slowly pulled the dress strap to downwards. He kept moving downwards, alternately kissing and licking as his left hand moved to the right dress strap on Amberelle's shoulder and pushed it aside.
With her arms momentarily pinned, Alexander took full advantage as the top of Amberelle's breasts were exposed. He gently began cupping each one, and was thankful that Amberelle let out soft gasps that were almost feline like growls. He let go of her arms then and with both hands pushed the straps down further as Amberelle grabbed his head and pushed him deeper against her breasts.
It was at the inopportune moment that Roger decided to press the intercom button.
"Mr. West. We'll be arriving at Heolfor Mannor in about five minutes."
Alexander cursed silently. He was barely able to raise his head against the pressure Amberelle was exerting.
"Thank you Roger."
His last word was cut off as Amberelle reasserted herself and pushed Alexander's face into her breasts. Damn you Roger, Alexander thought as his tongue darted over the silken skin.
He felt vulnerable, exposed. It was an interesting experience to say the least. Amberelle's dress had been pulled tight against her lithe body and her pert breasts were all but exposed to him and she continued to move up and down. Amberelle's hands were of primary concern at the moment. The clothing he could easily replace, the back seat of a limousine would cost more, and an explanation might prove embarassing for both of them.
Alexander continued wrestle with Amberelle as she kissed him passionately. His hands went up towards the roof of the limousine and locked around Amberelle's hands. Alexander forced them down and behind Amberelle's back. Her eyes flickered open and she looked at him with a questioning glance. Alexander let his left hand go while he held the two of hers in his right hand.
He quickly brought his left hand around to the front. Alexander lowered his head and between kissing Amberelle's shoulder as he slowly pulled the dress strap to downwards. He kept moving downwards, alternately kissing and licking as his left hand moved to the right dress strap on Amberelle's shoulder and pushed it aside.
With her arms momentarily pinned, Alexander took full advantage as the top of Amberelle's breasts were exposed. He gently began cupping each one, and was thankful that Amberelle let out soft gasps that were almost feline like growls. He let go of her arms then and with both hands pushed the straps down further as Amberelle grabbed his head and pushed him deeper against her breasts.
It was at the inopportune moment that Roger decided to press the intercom button.
"Mr. West. We'll be arriving at Heolfor Mannor in about five minutes."
Alexander cursed silently. He was barely able to raise his head against the pressure Amberelle was exerting.
"Thank you Roger."
His last word was cut off as Amberelle reasserted herself and pushed Alexander's face into her breasts. Damn you Roger, Alexander thought as his tongue darted over the silken skin.
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
Alex's lips and tongue were leaving trails of fire over Amberelle's skin. Barely aware of anything beyond the delicious sensations flowing through her, the blonde never heard Roger's words or even Alex's response. The only thing that mattered was his hands, as hot as the sun on her skin as he cupped and pressed her breasts together to devour them. Long past modesty or care, she whimpered and growled, arching her back to thrust them forward for him. Releasing her grip on his head Amby shifted her position slightly and managed to push her dress down more for him, freeing her chest from it and revealing the black satin corset that she was still barely contained by.
Her hands ran up Alex's jacket to his shoulders and she took handfuls of it and his shirt in hand, pushing it towards his waist and baring tanned skin to her hungry eyes. Breathing heavy she simply watched him through slitted eyes and let her hands roam his warm flesh. Her eyes widened as he nipped at one of her taut peaks. The inferno low in her belly roared and Amberelle ground herself against him, a strangled cry coming from her lips as her need rose.
Her body screamed for this man. No, her man she corrected herself. Her mate. That word rolled around in her head and she liked it. The beast in her was free and she wanted to claim her mate. Shoving Alexander roughly back against the seat, Amberelle pressed her hands to his chest, pinning him. Leaning forward she nipped his bottom lip and pressed light kisses to his mouth. Her manner had changed from hungry now to possessive. She stroked her face along his jaw and down his shoulder, rubbing herself on him, inundating him with her scent and stating her ownership before she leaned away slowly. Just watching him as he watched her made her flesh feel aflame.
Her hands wrapped around and down, gently scratching and caressing over his chest and abdomen until they reached the waistband of his slacks. Splaying out along his flesh and grabbing his sides, she rubbed against him as glittering gold eyes studied his face intently. Her fingers toyed with his slacks, tugging lightly. A frown furrowed her brow faintly and Amby grabbed his belt, snapping the buckle as she jerked it open.
Her sensory levels were working overdrive and the slight roll of the limo and the sound of tires changing from pavement to gravel made her gasp. Turning her head to look out the window she saw they had entered the Manor grounds. It was like a blast of reality and knocked sense back into her brain. Looking down at them and their totally dishevelled state she swallowed hard. Every inch of her was burning but there was no way she could endure the embarassment of being seen like this.
Oh, God.. Alex... I... Her face burned with shame for how she'd acted. Amby scrambled off of him and started adjusting her dress. The zipper had busted, she could feel that so she scrambled to pull her wrap over and around her shoulders. Pulling the few remaining pins from her hair she let it fall down completely and tilted her face down to hide behind it.
Her hands ran up Alex's jacket to his shoulders and she took handfuls of it and his shirt in hand, pushing it towards his waist and baring tanned skin to her hungry eyes. Breathing heavy she simply watched him through slitted eyes and let her hands roam his warm flesh. Her eyes widened as he nipped at one of her taut peaks. The inferno low in her belly roared and Amberelle ground herself against him, a strangled cry coming from her lips as her need rose.
Her body screamed for this man. No, her man she corrected herself. Her mate. That word rolled around in her head and she liked it. The beast in her was free and she wanted to claim her mate. Shoving Alexander roughly back against the seat, Amberelle pressed her hands to his chest, pinning him. Leaning forward she nipped his bottom lip and pressed light kisses to his mouth. Her manner had changed from hungry now to possessive. She stroked her face along his jaw and down his shoulder, rubbing herself on him, inundating him with her scent and stating her ownership before she leaned away slowly. Just watching him as he watched her made her flesh feel aflame.
Her hands wrapped around and down, gently scratching and caressing over his chest and abdomen until they reached the waistband of his slacks. Splaying out along his flesh and grabbing his sides, she rubbed against him as glittering gold eyes studied his face intently. Her fingers toyed with his slacks, tugging lightly. A frown furrowed her brow faintly and Amby grabbed his belt, snapping the buckle as she jerked it open.
Her sensory levels were working overdrive and the slight roll of the limo and the sound of tires changing from pavement to gravel made her gasp. Turning her head to look out the window she saw they had entered the Manor grounds. It was like a blast of reality and knocked sense back into her brain. Looking down at them and their totally dishevelled state she swallowed hard. Every inch of her was burning but there was no way she could endure the embarassment of being seen like this.
Oh, God.. Alex... I... Her face burned with shame for how she'd acted. Amby scrambled off of him and started adjusting her dress. The zipper had busted, she could feel that so she scrambled to pull her wrap over and around her shoulders. Pulling the few remaining pins from her hair she let it fall down completely and tilted her face down to hide behind it.
Alex West
17 years ago
Alexander was speechless. Amberelle had been a totally different person... no, creature... he corrected himself. Her feral side had dominated him with complete ease and taken control without a second thought. Alexander shivered as he considered what could happen if Amberelle's feral side was roused to anger rather than lust.
Alexander calmly smooth down his hair and readjusted his shirt and tie the best he could. He removed the broken belt from his slacks and shoved it inside his coat pocket. He buttoned up his jacket and looked over at Amberelle. Her breathing was shallow and her face hidden behind her long golden locks. It almost broke his heart to see that she felt ashamed by the whole experience. Even though she had pulled the wrap around her it was plain to see that her dress had been 'ruffled.'
Alexander thought for a moment and then wriggled out of his long overcoat as the limosuine pulled up in front of the manor entrance.
"Allow me to be of assistance, cheri."
Alexander gently helped her into his overcoat, and buttoned it up. Amberelle did not comment or protest as Alexander did his best to smooth out her hair. The overcoat covered her completely and would look as though Alexander had given it to Amberelle out of courtesy and decency.
Alexander raised her head and gently kissed Amberelle on the forehead.
"My precious cheri. Smile for me. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Belts and buttons are easily replaced, and dresses can be sewn and repaired."
The passenger side door opened and Roger stood patiently waiting.
Alexander made a dignified exit as if nothing had happened and offered his hand to Amberelle as he stood near the limosuine.
Alexander calmly smooth down his hair and readjusted his shirt and tie the best he could. He removed the broken belt from his slacks and shoved it inside his coat pocket. He buttoned up his jacket and looked over at Amberelle. Her breathing was shallow and her face hidden behind her long golden locks. It almost broke his heart to see that she felt ashamed by the whole experience. Even though she had pulled the wrap around her it was plain to see that her dress had been 'ruffled.'
Alexander thought for a moment and then wriggled out of his long overcoat as the limosuine pulled up in front of the manor entrance.
"Allow me to be of assistance, cheri."
Alexander gently helped her into his overcoat, and buttoned it up. Amberelle did not comment or protest as Alexander did his best to smooth out her hair. The overcoat covered her completely and would look as though Alexander had given it to Amberelle out of courtesy and decency.
Alexander raised her head and gently kissed Amberelle on the forehead.
"My precious cheri. Smile for me. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Belts and buttons are easily replaced, and dresses can be sewn and repaired."
The passenger side door opened and Roger stood patiently waiting.
Alexander made a dignified exit as if nothing had happened and offered his hand to Amberelle as he stood near the limosuine.
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
'Nothing to be ashamed of,' Amberelle heard echo in her mind. Oh, how she wished that were true. She had lost control completely and let the beast inside of her reign supreme. And, heaven help her, she had enjoyed every millisecond of it. Grabbing her bag with a trembling hand she closed her eyes and centered herself. There was no way she was stepping out of this limo and letting Roger see her upset. The word would spread like wildfire among the staff and residents. The worst part about that would be people might assume Alex had caused her some kind of harm, or discomfort. Never would she let his reputation suffer for her own short comings. Once again she had failed to control this thing inside of her, but that was her burden. No one else would suffer for it.
Only a few seconds passed and she took Alexander's hand, laughing softly and smiling as she let him help her out. The blushing socialite was back on, and would remain firmly so until she was sure no one would see her. 'Thank God for so many years practice,' she thought darkly. Turning to Roger she gave him a beaming smile, softly thanking him for taking such good care of them this evening. Slipping her arm through her date's in the complete picture of happiness they walked up the steps and into the house. Her head was held high and her smile never waivered.
A thought occured to the blonde and she almost flinched. 'He probably thinks I'm insane with such mood swings. Nothing to be done about that. Better than what people could think otherwise'
Tugging slightly, she lead him down the hallway and to her door. Quickly she pulled out her key and unlatched the metal doors. Reaching out she clasped his hand in hers and led him into her foyer, then turned and quietly closed both sets of doors. Only when they were safely alone did the facade crack and she turned to sag against the doors, looking up at him with quickly tearing eyes.
I'm so sorry... I haven't lost control like that in a long time. I.. I try, so hard.. Swallowing against the lump in her throat, Amberelle wondered what kind of vile thing he thought she was. Please tell me I didn't hurt you, cheri.
Only a few seconds passed and she took Alexander's hand, laughing softly and smiling as she let him help her out. The blushing socialite was back on, and would remain firmly so until she was sure no one would see her. 'Thank God for so many years practice,' she thought darkly. Turning to Roger she gave him a beaming smile, softly thanking him for taking such good care of them this evening. Slipping her arm through her date's in the complete picture of happiness they walked up the steps and into the house. Her head was held high and her smile never waivered.
A thought occured to the blonde and she almost flinched. 'He probably thinks I'm insane with such mood swings. Nothing to be done about that. Better than what people could think otherwise'
Tugging slightly, she lead him down the hallway and to her door. Quickly she pulled out her key and unlatched the metal doors. Reaching out she clasped his hand in hers and led him into her foyer, then turned and quietly closed both sets of doors. Only when they were safely alone did the facade crack and she turned to sag against the doors, looking up at him with quickly tearing eyes.
I'm so sorry... I haven't lost control like that in a long time. I.. I try, so hard.. Swallowing against the lump in her throat, Amberelle wondered what kind of vile thing he thought she was. Please tell me I didn't hurt you, cheri.
Alex West
17 years ago
Alexander smiled sincerely at Amberelle as he unbuttoned his jacket.
"The only thing injured here is one easily replaceable shirt and a belt that needed retiring a long time ago."
He walked over to Amberelle and slowly unbuttoned the overcoat. She had handled reentering the mansion with grace and dignity despite the obvious mood of desperation and shame she felt.
Alexander carefully helped her out of the overcoat as if he were her manservant, folded it and neatly placed it on one of the stools by the bar.
He returned to Amberelle and almost casually lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he stood in the middle of the room, cradling her like a child.
"Sticks and stones won't break my bones, and claws will glance right off me."
Alexander laughed softly and pressed his head against hers.
"We Westmoreland's are made of rather strong stuff, cheri. And losing control in the height of passion is perfectly natural, even for our kind. I wouldn't have dared consider putting on the performance I did tonight at the theatre if not for your presence. You.. inspire me."
He kissed her lips tenderly and then straightened. "Now where would madam like to be placed?"
"The only thing injured here is one easily replaceable shirt and a belt that needed retiring a long time ago."
He walked over to Amberelle and slowly unbuttoned the overcoat. She had handled reentering the mansion with grace and dignity despite the obvious mood of desperation and shame she felt.
Alexander carefully helped her out of the overcoat as if he were her manservant, folded it and neatly placed it on one of the stools by the bar.
He returned to Amberelle and almost casually lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he stood in the middle of the room, cradling her like a child.
"Sticks and stones won't break my bones, and claws will glance right off me."
Alexander laughed softly and pressed his head against hers.
"We Westmoreland's are made of rather strong stuff, cheri. And losing control in the height of passion is perfectly natural, even for our kind. I wouldn't have dared consider putting on the performance I did tonight at the theatre if not for your presence. You.. inspire me."
He kissed her lips tenderly and then straightened. "Now where would madam like to be placed?"
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
Alex's words worked, erasing much of the shame and guilt she'd felt. Amberelle still harbored some, more for her inability to control herself than anything else she'd done. But, knowing he didn't think less of her for it was like a soothing balm. That comfort along with the warm feeling being in his arms again gave her finally brought a smile back to her face and she lay her head on his shoulder.
I don't know... I should change, but I find myself not wanting to be anywhere but here in your arms. Sighing softly, her brow tightened and she bit her lip. A big part of her wanted nothing more than to ask him to take her to bed. And to stay. But she found herself nervous all of the sudden. How she could be after everything that had transpired between them this evening was beyond her. But, she was. There was more explaining to do, she realized. He'd been patient and more understanding than imaginable. If she wanted Alex to truely grasp the reasons behind her actions she would have to be honest with him. That was a scary thought.
The couch I suppose, she said with regret. He walked there as if she weighed nothing and moved to set her down gently. Amby tightened her grip and made a soft nuh-uh sound. Please just hold me some more..? She could feel the smile on his face as he kissed the top of her head and turned to sit, obliging her. She squirmed a little to get comfortable and leaned her head back to look up at him.
Squaring her shoulders, she nodded slightly. Alex.. I.. I guess you've kind of figured out about the other side of me? Amberelle smiled slightly, there was no need for him to answer that question. I've actually gotten better with it over the years. But, tonight.. well, this is the first time I've been so.. Her cheeks burned but she forced herself to keep talking despite her embrassment, so.. umm.. intimate, with anyone since my turning. I tried a few times, to date. The blonde sighed wistfully. But it was always humans.. A couple kisses and I almost ripped one guy's back open once. Just thinking about that had her wincing. Of couse.. There was no way I could trust any of our kind back home, they all reported to Gustav. So dating kindred was out. Which left me avoiding the whole scene.
Until I met you, anyways.. Amberelle reached up and caressed his face with a smile. Shaking her head slightly, her expression was puzzled. You make me feel things that.. well, make me blush. And make me want to let go.. Leaning up she kissed him gently.
I don't know... I should change, but I find myself not wanting to be anywhere but here in your arms. Sighing softly, her brow tightened and she bit her lip. A big part of her wanted nothing more than to ask him to take her to bed. And to stay. But she found herself nervous all of the sudden. How she could be after everything that had transpired between them this evening was beyond her. But, she was. There was more explaining to do, she realized. He'd been patient and more understanding than imaginable. If she wanted Alex to truely grasp the reasons behind her actions she would have to be honest with him. That was a scary thought.
The couch I suppose, she said with regret. He walked there as if she weighed nothing and moved to set her down gently. Amby tightened her grip and made a soft nuh-uh sound. Please just hold me some more..? She could feel the smile on his face as he kissed the top of her head and turned to sit, obliging her. She squirmed a little to get comfortable and leaned her head back to look up at him.
Squaring her shoulders, she nodded slightly. Alex.. I.. I guess you've kind of figured out about the other side of me? Amberelle smiled slightly, there was no need for him to answer that question. I've actually gotten better with it over the years. But, tonight.. well, this is the first time I've been so.. Her cheeks burned but she forced herself to keep talking despite her embrassment, so.. umm.. intimate, with anyone since my turning. I tried a few times, to date. The blonde sighed wistfully. But it was always humans.. A couple kisses and I almost ripped one guy's back open once. Just thinking about that had her wincing. Of couse.. There was no way I could trust any of our kind back home, they all reported to Gustav. So dating kindred was out. Which left me avoiding the whole scene.
Until I met you, anyways.. Amberelle reached up and caressed his face with a smile. Shaking her head slightly, her expression was puzzled. You make me feel things that.. well, make me blush. And make me want to let go.. Leaning up she kissed him gently.
Alex West
17 years ago
Alexander listened carefully to what Amberelle said and reflected on he had learnt about her so far. Alexander was no pyschologist but he had been taught to problem solve. The problem at hand? Amberelle had intimacy issues. The cause? A Feral nature. A repressive 'family.' The result? Fear, lack of confidence, low self esteem.
Amberelle didn't need a psychologist to work through her issues. He doubted any human psychologist could ever hope to understand the vampire psyche. Amberelle didn't need a relationship in which Alexander would be the surrogate that absorbed all her insecurities and doubts. That way would eventually lead to Amberelle eventually despising him. What did she need?
Alexander stared into Amberelle's eyes as he held her hands. He was no empath, he lacked that gift and he was loathe to even try and dominate Amberelle through the power of Command. Alexander wasn't even sure how that would affect her. What would Chao have done? Alexander mentally corrected himself. What would Chao have done if he took the problem seriously?
The idea was so simple that it might just work. One cannot run from fear, nor can one banish it. But you can face it and strip it of its power. He could almost hear his sire pacing the deck and saying the words as Alexander endured another lesson by fire.
Without a word, Alexander stood up and offered his hand to Amberelle. He walked her across to an uncluttered part of the main room stood her in front of him and took three steps backwards.
"If you trust me, stand still and close your eyes."
Amberelle frowned slightly but nodded.
Alexander rewarded her with a smile.
"Don't open them again until I say so."
He waited till Amberelle had closed her eyes. Amberelle wrapped her arms around herself, and he ached to see how vulnerable she truly was. But Alexander had faith in her and trusted that she would understand.
Amberelle could hear quiet rustling and then she felt him. Very close to her. She bit her lip softly. Was she frightened? No, she could trust Alexander. Trust him and breathe. His voice was soft as he spoke again.
"Open your eyes."
Amberelle almost gasped in surprise as she saw that Alexander was standing directly in front of her, nearly completely naked except for a pair of silk boxers. He was exposed to her, but he showed no sign of discomfort or embarrassment. On the contrary he looked directly at her, his face impassive.
"Keep you eyes on mine, cheri." Alexander said quietly.
Amberelle lips parted and he pressed a finger against them.
"Listen and breathe slowly."
He raised his finger, her eyes followed as he drew an imaginary line from his eyes to hers. He lowered his hand back down to his side. She golden eyes focused on his. That was good.
"In through the nose and out through the mouth. Keep in time."
For five minutes the pair stared into each others eyes, their breathing synchronized. Alexander nodded every so slightly in approval.
"Good, cheri. Now do as I do."
He took her left hand and turned it palm up. Amberelle took Alexander's right hand in return and did the same. Taking his index finger, Alexander began gently and slowly tapping at Amberelle's exposed wrist, co-ordinating his tapping with each exhalation of breath. Amberelle nodded in understanding and did the same with Alexander's right wrist, and soon fell into a steady rhythm. Breathing and tapping as one.
"Very good, cheri. Now again. The eyes. And focus."
Amberelle locked eyes with Alexander. His pupils had dilated in reaction to hers and Amberelle found herself having to concentrate to keep her breathing regular. She felt tingly all over. What was Alexander doing?
He answered her in a steady voice.
"It is arousing and relaxing, cheri. Just accept it and breathe with me. This isn't about shying away from what and how you are feeling, but learning to accept and control what and how you are feeling."
It felt like they had been doing this 'thing' for hours, and Amberlle noticed how warm she was getting. It was then that she noticed the thin sheen of sweat on Alexander's brow. Obviously, she wasn't the only one having trouble with this 'exercise.'
Alexander suddenly stopped tapping and placed his palm against Amberelle's. She did the same and he rewarded her with a smile. Amberelle had done remarkably well. Alexander remembered the first time he had been taught this technique, and it had been an embarassing, but enlightening failure. She seemed to have accepted in minutes what had taken Alexander days to achieve. That was encouraging and spoke volumes about Amberelle's resilience and determination.
"Very, very good, cheri. Now relax and sit with me. No particular stance, just sit down on the floor."
Amberelle smiled and calmly lowered herself to the floor as Alexander did, the pair were sitting very close to each other and she could not help her eyes from straying to look at Alexander's body. She felt a flush in her cheeks and realized he was looking at her. She tried to pull her eyes away, but couldn't. They looked at each other, and she realized she hand't stopped breathing out of time with him.
Alexander's smile widened as he took her hands in his and placed them on his bare chest.
"Nothing has changed, cheri. Tell me, when you are ready, how you feel now."
What is it Amberelle had intimacy issues that lead to fear and a lack of confidence in herself.
Amberelle didn't need a psychologist to work through her issues. He doubted any human psychologist could ever hope to understand the vampire psyche. Amberelle didn't need a relationship in which Alexander would be the surrogate that absorbed all her insecurities and doubts. That way would eventually lead to Amberelle eventually despising him. What did she need?
Alexander stared into Amberelle's eyes as he held her hands. He was no empath, he lacked that gift and he was loathe to even try and dominate Amberelle through the power of Command. Alexander wasn't even sure how that would affect her. What would Chao have done? Alexander mentally corrected himself. What would Chao have done if he took the problem seriously?
The idea was so simple that it might just work. One cannot run from fear, nor can one banish it. But you can face it and strip it of its power. He could almost hear his sire pacing the deck and saying the words as Alexander endured another lesson by fire.
Without a word, Alexander stood up and offered his hand to Amberelle. He walked her across to an uncluttered part of the main room stood her in front of him and took three steps backwards.
"If you trust me, stand still and close your eyes."
Amberelle frowned slightly but nodded.
Alexander rewarded her with a smile.
"Don't open them again until I say so."
He waited till Amberelle had closed her eyes. Amberelle wrapped her arms around herself, and he ached to see how vulnerable she truly was. But Alexander had faith in her and trusted that she would understand.
Amberelle could hear quiet rustling and then she felt him. Very close to her. She bit her lip softly. Was she frightened? No, she could trust Alexander. Trust him and breathe. His voice was soft as he spoke again.
"Open your eyes."
Amberelle almost gasped in surprise as she saw that Alexander was standing directly in front of her, nearly completely naked except for a pair of silk boxers. He was exposed to her, but he showed no sign of discomfort or embarrassment. On the contrary he looked directly at her, his face impassive.
"Keep you eyes on mine, cheri." Alexander said quietly.
Amberelle lips parted and he pressed a finger against them.
"Listen and breathe slowly."
He raised his finger, her eyes followed as he drew an imaginary line from his eyes to hers. He lowered his hand back down to his side. She golden eyes focused on his. That was good.
"In through the nose and out through the mouth. Keep in time."
For five minutes the pair stared into each others eyes, their breathing synchronized. Alexander nodded every so slightly in approval.
"Good, cheri. Now do as I do."
He took her left hand and turned it palm up. Amberelle took Alexander's right hand in return and did the same. Taking his index finger, Alexander began gently and slowly tapping at Amberelle's exposed wrist, co-ordinating his tapping with each exhalation of breath. Amberelle nodded in understanding and did the same with Alexander's right wrist, and soon fell into a steady rhythm. Breathing and tapping as one.
"Very good, cheri. Now again. The eyes. And focus."
Amberelle locked eyes with Alexander. His pupils had dilated in reaction to hers and Amberelle found herself having to concentrate to keep her breathing regular. She felt tingly all over. What was Alexander doing?
He answered her in a steady voice.
"It is arousing and relaxing, cheri. Just accept it and breathe with me. This isn't about shying away from what and how you are feeling, but learning to accept and control what and how you are feeling."
It felt like they had been doing this 'thing' for hours, and Amberlle noticed how warm she was getting. It was then that she noticed the thin sheen of sweat on Alexander's brow. Obviously, she wasn't the only one having trouble with this 'exercise.'
Alexander suddenly stopped tapping and placed his palm against Amberelle's. She did the same and he rewarded her with a smile. Amberelle had done remarkably well. Alexander remembered the first time he had been taught this technique, and it had been an embarassing, but enlightening failure. She seemed to have accepted in minutes what had taken Alexander days to achieve. That was encouraging and spoke volumes about Amberelle's resilience and determination.
"Very, very good, cheri. Now relax and sit with me. No particular stance, just sit down on the floor."
Amberelle smiled and calmly lowered herself to the floor as Alexander did, the pair were sitting very close to each other and she could not help her eyes from straying to look at Alexander's body. She felt a flush in her cheeks and realized he was looking at her. She tried to pull her eyes away, but couldn't. They looked at each other, and she realized she hand't stopped breathing out of time with him.
Alexander's smile widened as he took her hands in his and placed them on his bare chest.
"Nothing has changed, cheri. Tell me, when you are ready, how you feel now."
What is it Amberelle had intimacy issues that lead to fear and a lack of confidence in herself.
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
Amberelle wasn't sure exactly what it was that Alex had just shown her. Staring down at her hands, her expression was thoughtful as she mulled the past few minutes over. And kept being distracted by the bare chest they rested on and a desire to keep looking down. Clenching her jaw and squeezing her eyes shut for a moment she focused herself before looking up to meet his patient gaze. That had to be safer to look at she reasoned.
Licking her lips she opened them then closed her mouth without speaking. Why the simple act had been so arousing was something she didn't understand. He'd said the exercise was to accept and control what she was feeling. He certainly didn't seem nearly as affected by the whole thing as she felt. It was taking all of her willpower not to move her hands and touch more of him, or lean over and kiss him. A little spark of irritation lit, but she stamped it down by reminding herself Alexander had centuries more experience than her to learn self control. He had to be as affected as her but not allowing it to show. Right?
Her breathing still matched his but now with some effort. There were traces of annoyance and frustration in her tone when she finally spoke. I.. You're right it was relaxing but.. very arousing. Her eyes flicked down over him again and she clenched her jaw once more. The calm she'd felt was slipping away and that irritated her. The strap of her dress kept sliding down one shoulder and she shrugged it back up again. A slight growl started in her throat and Amby immediately realized what it was. This was something she could recognize happening as her temper started to flare. And her rather nasty temper was one thing she had a lot more experience handling, so she gladly focused on calming that. Looking into his eyes she forced herself to relax slowly, all of her concentration narrowed to him and the breaths they took in unison.
I'm feeling... frustrated. 'Don't take your eyes from his, don't think about what you're saying just speak what you feel and focus,' she told herself. But.. calm. Thanks to you I think. The shoulder slipped down around her elbow again and her eyes narrowed. However, I may just rip this dress off in a minute if it doesn't stop annoying me.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize she was channeling her arousal into anger and setting her temper off in the process. The blonde sighed softly. She focused back on his blue eys, still watching her so calmly. Slowly she relaxed each part of her, letting the anger seep out of her until she'd regained the sense of relaxed calm he'd brought her to before.
I wish I could be as unaffected by this as you are, she said wistfully. A wry smile twisted her lips. I take that back, I like being affected... I just wish I had the handle on it that you do. Looking slightly hopeful she asked Alex, Can you teach me? Then maybe I can control myself a little more... if you want me to, she added with a coy smile. Yes, this was definately affecting her. And the damn dress slipped, again.
Hold that thought, Amberelle said holding up a finger to him before he could respond. Standing up she let the dress slide down and stepped out of it. Grabbing it she wadded it into a tight ball, a bit more forcefully than needed, and flung it across the room with all her might. A happy sigh escaped her lips and she resumed her position on the floor, placing her hands just as they had been. Her eyes were filled with mirth when they returned to his. Yes, that little temper tantrum had felt quite good even if it had been completely unproductive.
Licking her lips she opened them then closed her mouth without speaking. Why the simple act had been so arousing was something she didn't understand. He'd said the exercise was to accept and control what she was feeling. He certainly didn't seem nearly as affected by the whole thing as she felt. It was taking all of her willpower not to move her hands and touch more of him, or lean over and kiss him. A little spark of irritation lit, but she stamped it down by reminding herself Alexander had centuries more experience than her to learn self control. He had to be as affected as her but not allowing it to show. Right?
Her breathing still matched his but now with some effort. There were traces of annoyance and frustration in her tone when she finally spoke. I.. You're right it was relaxing but.. very arousing. Her eyes flicked down over him again and she clenched her jaw once more. The calm she'd felt was slipping away and that irritated her. The strap of her dress kept sliding down one shoulder and she shrugged it back up again. A slight growl started in her throat and Amby immediately realized what it was. This was something she could recognize happening as her temper started to flare. And her rather nasty temper was one thing she had a lot more experience handling, so she gladly focused on calming that. Looking into his eyes she forced herself to relax slowly, all of her concentration narrowed to him and the breaths they took in unison.
I'm feeling... frustrated. 'Don't take your eyes from his, don't think about what you're saying just speak what you feel and focus,' she told herself. But.. calm. Thanks to you I think. The shoulder slipped down around her elbow again and her eyes narrowed. However, I may just rip this dress off in a minute if it doesn't stop annoying me.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize she was channeling her arousal into anger and setting her temper off in the process. The blonde sighed softly. She focused back on his blue eys, still watching her so calmly. Slowly she relaxed each part of her, letting the anger seep out of her until she'd regained the sense of relaxed calm he'd brought her to before.
I wish I could be as unaffected by this as you are, she said wistfully. A wry smile twisted her lips. I take that back, I like being affected... I just wish I had the handle on it that you do. Looking slightly hopeful she asked Alex, Can you teach me? Then maybe I can control myself a little more... if you want me to, she added with a coy smile. Yes, this was definately affecting her. And the damn dress slipped, again.
Hold that thought, Amberelle said holding up a finger to him before he could respond. Standing up she let the dress slide down and stepped out of it. Grabbing it she wadded it into a tight ball, a bit more forcefully than needed, and flung it across the room with all her might. A happy sigh escaped her lips and she resumed her position on the floor, placing her hands just as they had been. Her eyes were filled with mirth when they returned to his. Yes, that little temper tantrum had felt quite good even if it had been completely unproductive.
Alex West
17 years ago
God she was beautiful, thought Alexander. Amberelle was sitting across from him wearing nothing but an elegant black corset with lace trim, a matching g-string and stockings that were obviously held up by elastic strap as there were no attaching garters. He coughed once in appreciation and smiled slyly.
"Well I wouldn't exactly say I wasn't completely unaffected, Amby."
Alexander kept his eyes focused on her face and not the cleavage that threatened to spill over the top of the corset.
"It's just that I had a rather hard taskmaster and a lot more time to maintain this semblance of calm."
He felt Amberelle's hands squeeze his chest. Alexander hadn't asked her to do that. Amberelle feigned innocence and pretended not to notice Alexander's stare.
Two could play at that game.
Alexander's hand reached out and placed his palms on Amberelle's ample breasts. She gave him a questioning look.
"Patience, cheri. Move your hands where you will, but maintain your focus. I will be mirroring your movements. And this isn't as easy as it looks. And no squeezing."
Amberelle pouted in mock surpise.
Alexander steadied his breathing and kept his focus on Amberelle's face.
"Ready when you are, cheri."
"Well I wouldn't exactly say I wasn't completely unaffected, Amby."
Alexander kept his eyes focused on her face and not the cleavage that threatened to spill over the top of the corset.
"It's just that I had a rather hard taskmaster and a lot more time to maintain this semblance of calm."
He felt Amberelle's hands squeeze his chest. Alexander hadn't asked her to do that. Amberelle feigned innocence and pretended not to notice Alexander's stare.
Two could play at that game.
Alexander's hand reached out and placed his palms on Amberelle's ample breasts. She gave him a questioning look.
"Patience, cheri. Move your hands where you will, but maintain your focus. I will be mirroring your movements. And this isn't as easy as it looks. And no squeezing."
Amberelle pouted in mock surpise.
Alexander steadied his breathing and kept his focus on Amberelle's face.
"Ready when you are, cheri."
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
That cough gave Amby pause. It was all she could do not to grin from ear to ear when it finally dawned on her that she really was having an affect on Alex. She had started to feel there was no hope of matching his calm and collected demeanor. Now at least she knew that there were a few chinks in the armor. The blonde wasn't above trying to find them either.
When Alexander turned her own little game around on Amberelle she couldn't be too upset. His touch was sending heatwaves through her, but she resolved to hold out as long as he did. Which meant taking any advantage she had. Racking her brain she thought back over her years of martial arts training for some kind of parallel. Nothing came to mind that seemed remotely appropriate.
Her eyes remained locked with his as she slowly let her hands trace each inch of his chest. Letting her fingertips memorize the hills and valleys his muscles created much as a blind man used his senses to see, she tried not to shiver as Alex's hands carefully mirrored her movements. She took some small comfort in knowing she at least had a layer of fabric to dull the sensations.
When she slowly moved her hands higher and Alex reached bare flesh, Amby bit the inside of her lip hard. The flames of lust burned down her to fan the liquid heat tightening in the pit of her stomach. 'Acknowledge it, accept it and control it,' she told herself. Inside she could feel her darker side, her other side, writhing and pushing forth in response to him.
Her hands stilled then went rigid, splayed now across his pectorals, as she fought against the tiny shivers that her body made despite her best efforts in response to his own hands. Her eyes were dark with passion but she found the will to keep from expanding her senses with that first hint of a shift. Her jaw clenched at the thought of failure. If she even gave it a sliver of a chance to come out she would be consumed by this lust, she knew.
A quote came to mind and she whispered it quietly, Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all.. ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust. Amberelle wasn't sure if she wanted Alex to recognize the verse, but considering how famous de Sade had been and how well educated her man was it was probably a good bet he would. Gustav always quotes him.. I never understood, until now I think.
The faintest tremors went through her hands as she forced herself to continue their exploration. Lightly she caressed up onto his shoulders, someplace far safer for his hands to be. The blonde could feel the sweat returning to her brow as she stroked his arms lightly. Her eyes wanted to look down so bad, she struggled to keep them meeting his. Amby had always found a man with well muscled arms to be incredibly sexy, and Alexander did not disapoint. Unable to trust her resolve there she slid them up to caress his neck and the sides of his face. Her eyes closed briefly as she struggled not to turn her own head into his caress.
'Dear God this is almost painful,' she thought. She spitefully hoped it was causing him almost as much frustration as it was her. Amberelle hadn't felt this desperate to accomplish something since she was a little girl trying to learn standing on point in her ballet class. 'That's it!' she thought. Why she'd never thought to apply the same concepts of self discipline and control from dance to her feline nature was beyond her, but now she could see. You had to work beyond the aches, pain and your physical limitations with patience and endless endurance in ballet, much like in martial arts too. If she could master all those styles and forms, she could do this.
But God damnit she wanted to kiss him so bad right now.
When Alexander turned her own little game around on Amberelle she couldn't be too upset. His touch was sending heatwaves through her, but she resolved to hold out as long as he did. Which meant taking any advantage she had. Racking her brain she thought back over her years of martial arts training for some kind of parallel. Nothing came to mind that seemed remotely appropriate.
Her eyes remained locked with his as she slowly let her hands trace each inch of his chest. Letting her fingertips memorize the hills and valleys his muscles created much as a blind man used his senses to see, she tried not to shiver as Alex's hands carefully mirrored her movements. She took some small comfort in knowing she at least had a layer of fabric to dull the sensations.
When she slowly moved her hands higher and Alex reached bare flesh, Amby bit the inside of her lip hard. The flames of lust burned down her to fan the liquid heat tightening in the pit of her stomach. 'Acknowledge it, accept it and control it,' she told herself. Inside she could feel her darker side, her other side, writhing and pushing forth in response to him.
Her hands stilled then went rigid, splayed now across his pectorals, as she fought against the tiny shivers that her body made despite her best efforts in response to his own hands. Her eyes were dark with passion but she found the will to keep from expanding her senses with that first hint of a shift. Her jaw clenched at the thought of failure. If she even gave it a sliver of a chance to come out she would be consumed by this lust, she knew.
A quote came to mind and she whispered it quietly, Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all.. ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust. Amberelle wasn't sure if she wanted Alex to recognize the verse, but considering how famous de Sade had been and how well educated her man was it was probably a good bet he would. Gustav always quotes him.. I never understood, until now I think.
The faintest tremors went through her hands as she forced herself to continue their exploration. Lightly she caressed up onto his shoulders, someplace far safer for his hands to be. The blonde could feel the sweat returning to her brow as she stroked his arms lightly. Her eyes wanted to look down so bad, she struggled to keep them meeting his. Amby had always found a man with well muscled arms to be incredibly sexy, and Alexander did not disapoint. Unable to trust her resolve there she slid them up to caress his neck and the sides of his face. Her eyes closed briefly as she struggled not to turn her own head into his caress.
'Dear God this is almost painful,' she thought. She spitefully hoped it was causing him almost as much frustration as it was her. Amberelle hadn't felt this desperate to accomplish something since she was a little girl trying to learn standing on point in her ballet class. 'That's it!' she thought. Why she'd never thought to apply the same concepts of self discipline and control from dance to her feline nature was beyond her, but now she could see. You had to work beyond the aches, pain and your physical limitations with patience and endless endurance in ballet, much like in martial arts too. If she could master all those styles and forms, she could do this.
But God damnit she wanted to kiss him so bad right now.
Alex West
17 years ago
Alexander could feel Amberelle's tension, like a tightly wound rubber band she would snap without some form of relief. But Amberelle understood what, her quoting of de Sade wasn't random at all and showed she knew of what Alexander had asked her. But you couldn't intrust something like this in one sitting and Amberelle had been incredibly patient and willing to try.
Alexander stood up and offered Amberelle his hand. She gratefully accepted it and stood up. He pulled her close to him and smiled.
"Enough lessons for tonight, cheri. You have done incredibly well."
Alexander wrapped his arms around Amberelle and held her in a tight hug. She needed no invitation to slip her own arms around his neck. Amberelle pulled his head towards hers. Alexander kissed her tenderly on the lips and then placed his head to the side of hers. He heard her quietly moan in obvious disappointment. Alexander playfully squeezed her buttocks and laughed softly.
"And I'm no monk, Amby."
Amberelle squealed in mock outrage and returned the squeeze with her nails.
"Perish the thought, cheri."
Both of them continued to laugh for a couple of minutes, completely relaxed in each others arms. Alexander finally pulled his head back and stared into her eyes.
"Would you like me to leave, cheri?"
Alexander stood up and offered Amberelle his hand. She gratefully accepted it and stood up. He pulled her close to him and smiled.
"Enough lessons for tonight, cheri. You have done incredibly well."
Alexander wrapped his arms around Amberelle and held her in a tight hug. She needed no invitation to slip her own arms around his neck. Amberelle pulled his head towards hers. Alexander kissed her tenderly on the lips and then placed his head to the side of hers. He heard her quietly moan in obvious disappointment. Alexander playfully squeezed her buttocks and laughed softly.
"And I'm no monk, Amby."
Amberelle squealed in mock outrage and returned the squeeze with her nails.
"Perish the thought, cheri."
Both of them continued to laugh for a couple of minutes, completely relaxed in each others arms. Alexander finally pulled his head back and stared into her eyes.
"Would you like me to leave, cheri?"
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
Amberelle responded immediately, with a firmly spoken Never! Biting her lip she added quietly, Unless you want to, of course. Damnit to hell, she thought. Her heart had her blurting out an answer before her head could temper it. Tilting her head to she side, she looked up at him a moment before asking quietly, Would you spend the day here, with me?
It occured to Amby she really, really wanted him to say yes. Which made it all the sweeter when he just smiled and quietly replied, Of course. Her face lit up with a smile and she hugged him tightly. He squeezed her back and she just snuggled up to him for a minute before stepping back and taking his hands in hers. Her topaz eyes slowly slipped over him and drank him in, with something much more intense than desire in her eyes.
Giving his hands a gentle squeeze, she released them and stepped towards the doors to her bedroom. Amby took a couple steps then paused and looked over her shoulder at Alex, a coy smile on her lips. I'm going to get in the shower.. If you're feeling.. brazen.. you could join me.
It took supreme willpower to simply turn her back without waiting for his response or reply and walk into the bathroom. She could feel her heart pound with nerves but she went in, leaving the door only half closed, and turned the shower on.
It occured to Amby she really, really wanted him to say yes. Which made it all the sweeter when he just smiled and quietly replied, Of course. Her face lit up with a smile and she hugged him tightly. He squeezed her back and she just snuggled up to him for a minute before stepping back and taking his hands in hers. Her topaz eyes slowly slipped over him and drank him in, with something much more intense than desire in her eyes.
Giving his hands a gentle squeeze, she released them and stepped towards the doors to her bedroom. Amby took a couple steps then paused and looked over her shoulder at Alex, a coy smile on her lips. I'm going to get in the shower.. If you're feeling.. brazen.. you could join me.
It took supreme willpower to simply turn her back without waiting for his response or reply and walk into the bathroom. She could feel her heart pound with nerves but she went in, leaving the door only half closed, and turned the shower on.
Alex West
17 years ago
The shower was as expensive as the rest of the apartment was. Only the best for Amberelle. An overhead rainshower and side bodyspray nozzles. Amberelle tilted her head to the fat droplets falling down from overhead, and let the hot water wash over her body. She kept her eyes closed, praying that Alexander would join her. He made her feel as hot and relaxed as the falling water, and his touch was just as soothing.
She didn't hear the shower door open, but she did catch the scent of lemongrass and green tea. Amberelle opened her eyes and looked through the steam. She was disappointed that Alexander's pale blue eyes weren't staring back at her.
It was the first touch of the lathered poof on her left foot that caught her by surprise. Looking down she saw Alexander preparing to clean her feet. He looked up at her, his wet hair pressed against his face and smiled.
"You servant, cheri."
Amberelle bit her lip and gently touched his face. He was too good to her. She watched as Alexander began running the poof up each foot, to her knees, and around her tight calf muscles. The bodysprays would wash away the soap suds leaving her skin feeling tingly and fresh. Alexander said nothing but continued to lather the poof and apply it to her body, working his way ever so slowly up her thighs and around her backside.
Amberelle moaned softly as he gently ran the poof between her legs, and over her bare pubic area. She ran her fingers through Alexander's hair and closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure swept through her body like fire. She was tempted to pull him closer, when Alexander moved onwards and upwards over her firm abdominals and up her back.
Alexander stood up and admired Amberelle's proud breasts and a physique toned from years of martial arts training, athletics and dancing. He took special delight in carefully soaping each breast and between them. Amberelle trembled but stayed still as he washed her clean, finishing with her hands and delicate fingers. He placed the poof and soap back in their respective places and reached for the shampoo.
"Turn around please."
Amberelle nodded. Alexander stood right behind her. She could feel his breathing on her neck as he began to run the shampoo through her long tresses, massaging her scalp as he did so. She tilted her head back to savour the enjoyment and pleasure of being waited on like this. He took his time, running his fingers back and forth, the scent of peach citrus and the faintest touch of peppermint causing Amberelle to sigh.
Alexander rinsed off Amberelle's hair with as much care and turned her around to face him when he had finished. He gently raised her chin and kissed her softly on the lips.
"My sweet cheri."
She didn't hear the shower door open, but she did catch the scent of lemongrass and green tea. Amberelle opened her eyes and looked through the steam. She was disappointed that Alexander's pale blue eyes weren't staring back at her.
It was the first touch of the lathered poof on her left foot that caught her by surprise. Looking down she saw Alexander preparing to clean her feet. He looked up at her, his wet hair pressed against his face and smiled.
"You servant, cheri."
Amberelle bit her lip and gently touched his face. He was too good to her. She watched as Alexander began running the poof up each foot, to her knees, and around her tight calf muscles. The bodysprays would wash away the soap suds leaving her skin feeling tingly and fresh. Alexander said nothing but continued to lather the poof and apply it to her body, working his way ever so slowly up her thighs and around her backside.
Amberelle moaned softly as he gently ran the poof between her legs, and over her bare pubic area. She ran her fingers through Alexander's hair and closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure swept through her body like fire. She was tempted to pull him closer, when Alexander moved onwards and upwards over her firm abdominals and up her back.
Alexander stood up and admired Amberelle's proud breasts and a physique toned from years of martial arts training, athletics and dancing. He took special delight in carefully soaping each breast and between them. Amberelle trembled but stayed still as he washed her clean, finishing with her hands and delicate fingers. He placed the poof and soap back in their respective places and reached for the shampoo.
"Turn around please."
Amberelle nodded. Alexander stood right behind her. She could feel his breathing on her neck as he began to run the shampoo through her long tresses, massaging her scalp as he did so. She tilted her head back to savour the enjoyment and pleasure of being waited on like this. He took his time, running his fingers back and forth, the scent of peach citrus and the faintest touch of peppermint causing Amberelle to sigh.
Alexander rinsed off Amberelle's hair with as much care and turned her around to face him when he had finished. He gently raised her chin and kissed her softly on the lips.
"My sweet cheri."
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
Amby stood there for a moment, just looking up at Alex and soaking in all of the tenderness and love she could see in his eyes. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders and she slid them up to cup his face and kissed him softly on the tip of his nose before inching away and reaching around him for the soap and sponge. Turn around, she said softly. She lathered up the soft poof as he complied.
Looking up to his back she gasped softly. Her fingers reached out and traced the faded but wicked looking scar that ran down his back diagonally, marring his richly tanned skin. Nothing like the simple thin scars of today, it was rough, a testament to his time and his resiliancy. It was from a time when men wore their scars proudly, as badges of the lives they'd lead and the causes they had fought for. Amberelle blinked back the prick of hot tears as she thought of how painful this must have been. And what a coward must have attacked such an honorable man's back.
Leaning in she pressed light kisses all the way down it before beginning to lather his neck and shoulders. Her right hand lathered as her left massaged and rinsed him clean. She slowly made her way down his frame, taking her time and admiring the toned physique. Once she'd reached his toes, her mouth went dry and she paused. Standing she gently turned him, giving him a tender smile before relathering and starting at his shoulders again.
She could feel him watching her as she gently scrubbed, and knew she must have been blushing some. The scar on his abdomen she had felt earlier made her brow furrow and she rubbed it gently. Here was the reason he stood before her now. Would she trade away having him here with her for him to have never been through that? Yes, she thought, she probably would. Sighing lightly she pressed her hand over it for a moment before continuing. Once she'd reached his waist she hesitated. Kneeling, she kept her eyes downcast as she started with each foot and took her time to clean every inch. Yes, she was hesitating and she knew it. But Amberelle wasn't quite sure how to handle certain things having never showered with anyone before.
Her gaze reached his right thigh and her expression tightened as she looked at the scar there. Gently tracing it, her face was filled with a mixture of sadness and anger at what he had endured. Alex had been a soldier, but it still pained her that he had ever been hurt. Again she covered his scar with light kisses, wishing she could erase the pain he'd been through.
Finally looking at the part of him she had avoided, the blonde swalowed with difficulty. If she'd had any doubts about the effect she had on him they were erased at that moment. Very hesitantly she reached up and lathered him, being cautious. Her eyes flicked up to watch his face as she gently wrapped her hand around the base of him. The heat in his eyes burned her, yet made her shiver.
Using her free hand to caress him she cleaned him slowly, fascinated by the reaction she seemed to get with her touch. Far more wicked things to do came to mind but she refused to indulge them.. yet.
Raising to her feet she pressed a kiss to his chin. Turn around again. With the same care and gentleness he had used she lathered his hair and tilted his head under the spray to rinse him clean. Once that was done she wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself to his back.
Looking up to his back she gasped softly. Her fingers reached out and traced the faded but wicked looking scar that ran down his back diagonally, marring his richly tanned skin. Nothing like the simple thin scars of today, it was rough, a testament to his time and his resiliancy. It was from a time when men wore their scars proudly, as badges of the lives they'd lead and the causes they had fought for. Amberelle blinked back the prick of hot tears as she thought of how painful this must have been. And what a coward must have attacked such an honorable man's back.
Leaning in she pressed light kisses all the way down it before beginning to lather his neck and shoulders. Her right hand lathered as her left massaged and rinsed him clean. She slowly made her way down his frame, taking her time and admiring the toned physique. Once she'd reached his toes, her mouth went dry and she paused. Standing she gently turned him, giving him a tender smile before relathering and starting at his shoulders again.
She could feel him watching her as she gently scrubbed, and knew she must have been blushing some. The scar on his abdomen she had felt earlier made her brow furrow and she rubbed it gently. Here was the reason he stood before her now. Would she trade away having him here with her for him to have never been through that? Yes, she thought, she probably would. Sighing lightly she pressed her hand over it for a moment before continuing. Once she'd reached his waist she hesitated. Kneeling, she kept her eyes downcast as she started with each foot and took her time to clean every inch. Yes, she was hesitating and she knew it. But Amberelle wasn't quite sure how to handle certain things having never showered with anyone before.
Her gaze reached his right thigh and her expression tightened as she looked at the scar there. Gently tracing it, her face was filled with a mixture of sadness and anger at what he had endured. Alex had been a soldier, but it still pained her that he had ever been hurt. Again she covered his scar with light kisses, wishing she could erase the pain he'd been through.
Finally looking at the part of him she had avoided, the blonde swalowed with difficulty. If she'd had any doubts about the effect she had on him they were erased at that moment. Very hesitantly she reached up and lathered him, being cautious. Her eyes flicked up to watch his face as she gently wrapped her hand around the base of him. The heat in his eyes burned her, yet made her shiver.
Using her free hand to caress him she cleaned him slowly, fascinated by the reaction she seemed to get with her touch. Far more wicked things to do came to mind but she refused to indulge them.. yet.
Raising to her feet she pressed a kiss to his chin. Turn around again. With the same care and gentleness he had used she lathered his hair and tilted his head under the spray to rinse him clean. Once that was done she wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself to his back.
Alex West
17 years ago
Amberelle gently kissed Alexander at the back of his neck and lay her head aganist his. Alexander smiled as he stood in the shower with her arms wrapped protectively around him. He didn't know how long they stood there, but the steam began drifting up in hazy clouds, misting the glass walls and door of the shower.
Alexander turned around in Amberelle's arms until he was face to face, body pressed against body.
"Time to get out, cheri?"
Amberelle answered him with a nod and then pressed her lips against Alexander's for a lingering, passionate kiss. Without missing a beat she turned off the shower and stood there with Alexander, letting the water drip from their warm bodies.
Alexander eventually pulled himself from Amberelle's embrace and pushed open the shower door. He exited and grabbed a large towel. With one hand he gestured for Amberelle to exit. She bowed in mock gratitude and grinned at him.
Alexander gently ran the towel over her body, showing the same care in trying Amberelle as he had when washing her. Amberelle tensed when Alexander ran the towel between her legs, and she brushed her fingers along his face as he looked up at her with a soft smile.
He straightened and toweled off her long hair, surprising Amberelle by knowing how to wrap her hair up in the towel to form a nice tidy bundle on top of her head. He kissed her on both cheeks and winked.
"I think I can manage to dry myself off, unless you want to make sure that I'm really clean."
Alexander turned around in Amberelle's arms until he was face to face, body pressed against body.
"Time to get out, cheri?"
Amberelle answered him with a nod and then pressed her lips against Alexander's for a lingering, passionate kiss. Without missing a beat she turned off the shower and stood there with Alexander, letting the water drip from their warm bodies.
Alexander eventually pulled himself from Amberelle's embrace and pushed open the shower door. He exited and grabbed a large towel. With one hand he gestured for Amberelle to exit. She bowed in mock gratitude and grinned at him.
Alexander gently ran the towel over her body, showing the same care in trying Amberelle as he had when washing her. Amberelle tensed when Alexander ran the towel between her legs, and she brushed her fingers along his face as he looked up at her with a soft smile.
He straightened and toweled off her long hair, surprising Amberelle by knowing how to wrap her hair up in the towel to form a nice tidy bundle on top of her head. He kissed her on both cheeks and winked.
"I think I can manage to dry myself off, unless you want to make sure that I'm really clean."