Ellis stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and whistled. She was looking out the east window down at the harbor. Nachton had always reminded her of Baltimore, with the beautiful skyline and ship filled harbors - Nachton really was its identical twin. The Grand Piazza had been the crown jewel amongst the hotels in the city and she had never stayed there...well, not the penthouse suite. Tai had stayed here briefly and technically they had not slept.
Clearing her throat, she put her hand on the cold glass and tapped it with her index finger. 'I bet this is a beautiful view of the sunrise,' she muttered more to herself. 'Yikes, I hope these windows are RV screened. Guess we'll find out in the morning.'
'Am I staying?'
Ellis jumped at the sound of his voice. He was standing right behind her, looking over her shoulder at the view. 'God, I have always hated that you could do that.' He gave her a half grin, looking down at her.
'You don't have to leave? Clan to command, city to save...general superhero stuff?'
Simon scratched the corner of his mouth. 'Nothing that can't wait.'
'Oh, ok.' Ellis said with a smile.
Inevitable
Continued from My Doppelganger did it
Amazing how life turns out, the way that it does.
We end up hurting the worst, the only ones we really love.
I want to break every clock.
the hands of time could never move again.
We could stay in this moment for the rest of our lives.
Is it over now hey, hey is it over now?
I want to be your last first kiss
that you'll ever have.
-Inevitable, Abnerlin
'Is this going to work for you?'
'Sure.'
The bell hop stood with an awkward stance, unsure of what to do with his hands. Usually he was either pushing a luggage cart or some fancy, over packed Pullman. This time, however, he was just standing in front of a couple that had just rented out the penthouse suite.
'Are the windows...?'
'They are, actually.'
'You asked?'
'I did, yes.'
He didn't recognize the couple, but his manager seemed to know who they were. George, that was his name, was new to Nachton. He lucked into the bell hop job through one of the employment agencies in town, and despite the weird night time shifts, he pretty much enjoyed the job. He did learn fast that the type of people who rented rooms above the 40th floor (there were only fifty) did not like to chat. Apparently money was a burden on social skills. The couple behind him seemed friendly enough, though.
'Have you stayed here before?'
'You know, I have not.'
'Me neither.'
'Yeah?'
They were talking with uncomfortable tension. She was standing, really leaning, against the back of the car and he was standing next to her, his shoulder pressed up against the wall. George risked a quick glance at them by looking up at the reflective mirror of the elevator doors and watched them closely. They were nervous, that much was obvious. Not quite a couple, but they knew each other pretty well. The man was tall with light brown hair, Caucasian and was wearing grey. His hands were in his pockets and he was on the verge of 'leaning in'. George cracked a smile thinking of the term.
The 'Lean-In' - It required height; you had to be at least three plus inches taller than your mark, then self assured presence; if you can't act like you belong within your 18 inches of personal space, you deserve the slap you get for invading it, clean breath; please, this goes without saying, and finally a wall; to properly execute the maneuver, the user needs a strong and sturdy prop to lean against to give the aura of nonchalant closeness. The 'Lean-in' is a legendary move used by only the most experienced of men and should not be confused with the 'Porno-Lean'.
The woman was dark haired and slightly tanned, wearing white and silver. Very pretty face, George thought. She was smiling, breaking the tension a little.
'You're doing that thing.'
'What thing?'
'You know.'
'The lean-in,' George said suddenly and then blushed, squeezing his eyes tight. 'I'm sorry, excuse me.'
'No, he's right. You're doing the 'lean-in'.
'You're doing it quite well, actually,' George volunteered, garnering a furrowed brow from the man. 'Sorry, I'll just...yeah.' He leaned over and pressed the penthouse suite number about a hundred times.
George kept his head down, but was looking off to the side now. If he couldn't stare, he'd use his peripherals. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the couple smile and actually move in a little closer. The elevator finally chimed, reaching its level and opened the doors slowly.
'Right, here we go,' George said with a chipper voice, happy to leave the elevator. He led the couple to the right, rounding a long hallway with only one door.
'There are four other penthouse suites located on this floor, but you have the entire corner with a view of downtown to your west and the harbor to your east.' George held the key out in front of him, in between the couple. They both reached for it. The man pulled his hand back and slipped it into his pocket and cleared his throat. The woman took it and walked past him.
The trick about being a bell hop is you need to act like you're not expecting a tip when you really really are expecting a tip. Rich people sucked for tips. It was either ridiculously big or almost nothing at all. One or the other; there was no middle ground, and having not brought up any luggage, George wasn't really expecting anything at all.
'There's a jacuzzi tub, glass shower, and double sink in the master bathroom. That's all on the second floor.' He pointed off to the left where the woman was heading. 'Then to the right is the kitchen area, bar, another bathroom, a media room....'
'We're good, George.'
'Huh? Oh,' George laughed, forgetting that he was wearing a name tag. 'Of course, have a good night, sir.' He turned toward the woman. 'Ma'am'.' Then he made his way back to the door.
'George?'
'Yes, sir?'
The man handed him a roll of bills and immediately he could see that they were 100's. 'Sir, I can't.'
The man clapped him on the back and pushed him out the door, closing it softly behind him. George walked slowly back to the elevator, counting the money. He let out a long whistle and smiled.
'What a nice couple.'
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
Simon Huntington
15 years ago
Their veiled attempt at small talk lasted about ten seconds. The next thing he knew, Ellis' legs were wrapped around his waist and they were kissing like horny teenagers. It had been a rather memorable and oddly prophetic evening; it was inevitable if not a little comical.
He couldn't see where he was walking and that probably resulted in most of the damage they caused on the way to the bedroom. Expensive suites all seemed to posses the same white marble statues of unknown people or ornately etched little eggs.
CRASH. 'That looked expensive.'
Ellis looked over her shoulder at the broken piece of art. 'No, my shoes cost more.'
They had started at the window and she practically climbed on top of him, almost making him lose his balance as he backed up. Their kisses were rough, deep, and on occasion, painful.
'Ouch,' Simon said touching his bottom lip.
'Oh shit, I'm sorry.'
'No, no, it's ok.' Then they continued kissing as he carried her to the steps leading to the master suite. 'Stairs, stairs.' Ellis began laughing into their kiss as Simon took the steps that curved around back toward the front of the large bedroom area.
The master suite was decorated in modern hardwood, glass, and steel. There were thick, plush rugs covering the dark hardwood floors and sheer, square textured wall paper with wainscoting around the room. The king sized bed was covered in thick, goose down pillows and had a mixture of white and warm brown tones along the comforter. The room itself was large and spacious with a cream colors chaise lounge and more modern wood furniture. This was all very well and good, but neither one of them noticed any of it.
Simon quickly laid her back on the bed, pressing her into the soft comforter and climbed up on it with her. Sitting back on his haunches, he pulled off the gray cashmere sweater he was wearing and tossed it on the ground behind him. Ellis sat up and reached for the buttons on his crisp, white shirt and managed to undo the first two before just ripping the shirt open, buttons flying everywhere.
Cupping her face, Simon kissed her again before he started to pull her silver kimono style wrap when she suddenly screamed.
'What? What?!' Simon pulled back quickly.
'This is Ralph Lauren,' she said slapping his hands away.
He looked at her, hazel eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 'Are you kidding me?'
'No! It's Ralph Lauren, Simon. Ralph. Lauren. You have to be gentle.'
His shoulders slumped and he snorted at her. 'You wrecked my Jag.'
She punched him in the chest with all her cosmic fury. 'There were werewolves!'
'That was a hundred thousand dollar car!'
Ellis sighed. 'Oh alright.' She tore off her wrap with a whimper and threw it at his head where it wrapped around like a scarf. He reached up and pulled the wrap off, only to have it replaced by the silver tube top. Tossing the tube top after its matching wrap, Simon gave her a sympathetic, if not entirely sarcastic smile.
'I appreciate your sacrifice.'
'Oh shut up.'
He couldn't see where he was walking and that probably resulted in most of the damage they caused on the way to the bedroom. Expensive suites all seemed to posses the same white marble statues of unknown people or ornately etched little eggs.
CRASH. 'That looked expensive.'
Ellis looked over her shoulder at the broken piece of art. 'No, my shoes cost more.'
They had started at the window and she practically climbed on top of him, almost making him lose his balance as he backed up. Their kisses were rough, deep, and on occasion, painful.
'Ouch,' Simon said touching his bottom lip.
'Oh shit, I'm sorry.'
'No, no, it's ok.' Then they continued kissing as he carried her to the steps leading to the master suite. 'Stairs, stairs.' Ellis began laughing into their kiss as Simon took the steps that curved around back toward the front of the large bedroom area.
The master suite was decorated in modern hardwood, glass, and steel. There were thick, plush rugs covering the dark hardwood floors and sheer, square textured wall paper with wainscoting around the room. The king sized bed was covered in thick, goose down pillows and had a mixture of white and warm brown tones along the comforter. The room itself was large and spacious with a cream colors chaise lounge and more modern wood furniture. This was all very well and good, but neither one of them noticed any of it.
Simon quickly laid her back on the bed, pressing her into the soft comforter and climbed up on it with her. Sitting back on his haunches, he pulled off the gray cashmere sweater he was wearing and tossed it on the ground behind him. Ellis sat up and reached for the buttons on his crisp, white shirt and managed to undo the first two before just ripping the shirt open, buttons flying everywhere.
Cupping her face, Simon kissed her again before he started to pull her silver kimono style wrap when she suddenly screamed.
'What? What?!' Simon pulled back quickly.
'This is Ralph Lauren,' she said slapping his hands away.
He looked at her, hazel eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 'Are you kidding me?'
'No! It's Ralph Lauren, Simon. Ralph. Lauren. You have to be gentle.'
His shoulders slumped and he snorted at her. 'You wrecked my Jag.'
She punched him in the chest with all her cosmic fury. 'There were werewolves!'
'That was a hundred thousand dollar car!'
Ellis sighed. 'Oh alright.' She tore off her wrap with a whimper and threw it at his head where it wrapped around like a scarf. He reached up and pulled the wrap off, only to have it replaced by the silver tube top. Tossing the tube top after its matching wrap, Simon gave her a sympathetic, if not entirely sarcastic smile.
'I appreciate your sacrifice.'
'Oh shut up.'
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
It was everything she had remembered and so much more. Ellis ran her hands over the slight rise and dips of his chest and let her fingers mix with the beads of sweat on his skin. Straddling him she licked her lips, catching her breath as she watched his chest move quickly beneath her hands.
The great thing about being a vampire was not only resilience or immortality, but staying power. A vampire’s stamina was ridiculously long and it made for really, really great sex. That being said, Ellis had lost count of the hours of fucking they were putting the bed through. She was tired, yes, but it was nothing that a few minutes of reflection wouldn’t help. Simon was breathing just has hard and quickly as she was; his aura was relaxed and tense at the same time. His clenched jaw and tight smile were dark and promising as she bit her bottom lip, dragging it into her mouth as she looked down at him from her perch.
It was, as she had mentioned previously, everything it was before and more. Sex with bonding was almost like experiencing color for the first time, discovering your favorite dish, or the sensation of fine silk on your skin; definitely what life should be like always. It made desire thick and tangible. The rawness of any emotion was intensified – it was overwhelming, almost suffocating before he had even entered her. Foreplay was dangerous for any delicate inanimate objects lying nearby, but the feel of his body and the sensation of his aura during and after was addicting. She was fairly certain that neither one could stop if they wanted to, probably taking complete exhaustion for them to even stop for a breath. Mind you, she had zero problems with this dilemma, so when Simon sat up and grabbed her again, she was more than happy to oblige.
In addition to their aura, there was, of course, the feeding. It had always brought about that euphoric sensation, and now coupled with their bond, it was a wonder either one had any blood left. She considered this as she rocked her hips on top of him as he pushed up into her. This time he bit her first, leaving another soft purple bruise on her body. The others were already fading; on her hips, the inside of her thighs, her breasts, and her neck, where he was adding another. Ellis wrapped her arms around his neck and dug her hand into his hair, grabbing fistfuls of it as she lost her breath. She gasped, moaning his name, begging him to not stop, when he finally disengaged his fangs and laid back on the bed, grabbing her hips roughly. She rode her orgasm breathlessly, leaning forward and digging her nails into his skin. As the last wave passed, Ellis kissed his chest, running her tongue down the dip of his muscles and slid off him, much to his disappointment. His wordless sigh was replaced with moaning as Ellis lowered further and took him into her mouth.
He grabbed the headboard and tensed his body, flexing every muscle in his torso – a sight Ellis would have killed a small country just to see. Simon had been turned in his early 40’s, but the 6th century was hard and difficult making muscles tight and toned at an early age. By the time Simon had hit his late 30’s, he was as physically fit as any 20 year old today. His A-shaped body bowed and tightened as Ellis worked him with her mouth. Simon gripped the top of the headboard and pulled, bending the thick steel attached to the bed frame away from the wall, doing considerable damage. The knuckles of his hands turned white as he grunted and flexed. Ellis pulled him out of her mouth and began stroking him as she kissed the inside of his thigh, threatening the soft skin with the tips of her fangs. She bit down, but not hard enough to pierce the skin, and it pushed him closer to his end. He moaned her name, making her dizzy with want, till finally he sat up and pushed her onto her back, roughly entering her.
Sex had never been a problem for them. Despite whatever was happening between them publically, it never affected the private aspect of their relationship. Fucking had to be respected. But they had never gone more than a day or two without taking a moment to ravish each other; Ellis out of pure lust, Simon apparently out of hate, so the three years apart had an unusual affect on them. It was rediscovery coupled with an urgency she had not witnessed from him since they had first met. Hell, she had never wanted him as badly as she did that night or really any night since she had returned. Much like love and hate, it was a thin line between want and need.
They spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms. The past three years apart had felt longer than the fifteen hundred that they had spent together, but as much as Ellis didn’t want to admit it, the separation taught her something. Life without him was nothing she had ever imagined. After the raid, and her escape from the rubble of Hillman’s compound, vengeance had been everything, the only thing, that mattered, but life had a strange way of skewing your point of view.
Simon wrapped his arms around her, his body pressed up against her back. She closed her eyes and listened as his breathing became regular and the tell tale snore of sleep finally took him. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and Ellis held in the snort of laughter as he snored into the back of her head. They lay there like that until she was sure he was sleeping deeply, and then quietly she pulled the covers up over him, and slipped out of bed.
The great thing about being a vampire was not only resilience or immortality, but staying power. A vampire’s stamina was ridiculously long and it made for really, really great sex. That being said, Ellis had lost count of the hours of fucking they were putting the bed through. She was tired, yes, but it was nothing that a few minutes of reflection wouldn’t help. Simon was breathing just has hard and quickly as she was; his aura was relaxed and tense at the same time. His clenched jaw and tight smile were dark and promising as she bit her bottom lip, dragging it into her mouth as she looked down at him from her perch.
It was, as she had mentioned previously, everything it was before and more. Sex with bonding was almost like experiencing color for the first time, discovering your favorite dish, or the sensation of fine silk on your skin; definitely what life should be like always. It made desire thick and tangible. The rawness of any emotion was intensified – it was overwhelming, almost suffocating before he had even entered her. Foreplay was dangerous for any delicate inanimate objects lying nearby, but the feel of his body and the sensation of his aura during and after was addicting. She was fairly certain that neither one could stop if they wanted to, probably taking complete exhaustion for them to even stop for a breath. Mind you, she had zero problems with this dilemma, so when Simon sat up and grabbed her again, she was more than happy to oblige.
In addition to their aura, there was, of course, the feeding. It had always brought about that euphoric sensation, and now coupled with their bond, it was a wonder either one had any blood left. She considered this as she rocked her hips on top of him as he pushed up into her. This time he bit her first, leaving another soft purple bruise on her body. The others were already fading; on her hips, the inside of her thighs, her breasts, and her neck, where he was adding another. Ellis wrapped her arms around his neck and dug her hand into his hair, grabbing fistfuls of it as she lost her breath. She gasped, moaning his name, begging him to not stop, when he finally disengaged his fangs and laid back on the bed, grabbing her hips roughly. She rode her orgasm breathlessly, leaning forward and digging her nails into his skin. As the last wave passed, Ellis kissed his chest, running her tongue down the dip of his muscles and slid off him, much to his disappointment. His wordless sigh was replaced with moaning as Ellis lowered further and took him into her mouth.
He grabbed the headboard and tensed his body, flexing every muscle in his torso – a sight Ellis would have killed a small country just to see. Simon had been turned in his early 40’s, but the 6th century was hard and difficult making muscles tight and toned at an early age. By the time Simon had hit his late 30’s, he was as physically fit as any 20 year old today. His A-shaped body bowed and tightened as Ellis worked him with her mouth. Simon gripped the top of the headboard and pulled, bending the thick steel attached to the bed frame away from the wall, doing considerable damage. The knuckles of his hands turned white as he grunted and flexed. Ellis pulled him out of her mouth and began stroking him as she kissed the inside of his thigh, threatening the soft skin with the tips of her fangs. She bit down, but not hard enough to pierce the skin, and it pushed him closer to his end. He moaned her name, making her dizzy with want, till finally he sat up and pushed her onto her back, roughly entering her.
Sex had never been a problem for them. Despite whatever was happening between them publically, it never affected the private aspect of their relationship. Fucking had to be respected. But they had never gone more than a day or two without taking a moment to ravish each other; Ellis out of pure lust, Simon apparently out of hate, so the three years apart had an unusual affect on them. It was rediscovery coupled with an urgency she had not witnessed from him since they had first met. Hell, she had never wanted him as badly as she did that night or really any night since she had returned. Much like love and hate, it was a thin line between want and need.
They spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms. The past three years apart had felt longer than the fifteen hundred that they had spent together, but as much as Ellis didn’t want to admit it, the separation taught her something. Life without him was nothing she had ever imagined. After the raid, and her escape from the rubble of Hillman’s compound, vengeance had been everything, the only thing, that mattered, but life had a strange way of skewing your point of view.
Simon wrapped his arms around her, his body pressed up against her back. She closed her eyes and listened as his breathing became regular and the tell tale snore of sleep finally took him. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and Ellis held in the snort of laughter as he snored into the back of her head. They lay there like that until she was sure he was sleeping deeply, and then quietly she pulled the covers up over him, and slipped out of bed.
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
Day one of her sleepless nights began without a hitch. As safe and happy as she felt right then, sleep wouldn't be welcomed by her. She padded naked around the edge of the bed and grabbed Simon's grey cashmere sweater off the ground and pulled it over her head. It swayed mid thigh on her and the sleeves were several inches too long. Ellis turned and looked at Simon sleeping soundly in their bed.
That thought stopped her cold. Their bed.
He held her without touching and loved her with no conditions. Conflicting thoughts of dark deeds and love confused her; she never thought she'd be in the position she was in right then. Fate, destiny...something bigger than her was giving her a choice; take his love and run or fall into what came naturally?
Simon stirred in his sleep, drawing her back to the bed. His eyebrows furrowed together in some unseen anxiety and his entire body grew tense. Ellis reached out and touched his face gently, if not a little hesitantly, and he instantly turned towards her hand like he always did. His lithe body relaxed and he rolled toward her as she leaned on the bed. She sighed as she watched him sleep. Simon had always been a constant in her life, not so much an anchor, but unfortunately more like the crew of her private yacht. In the months since their new bond, he had changed in so many ways, right before her eyes. Or maybe it was her that changed? Her mind constantly looped back to the same questions: could she change, did she want to change...was it even worth it?
Her human life was pitiful, granted their family was affluent land holders in the 3rd century, but the life of a woman during those times was nothing more than her husband, or in her case her father's, property. She was bought and sold to the highest bidder. Pitiful, though it was, it was nothing like the start of her immortal life. Ellis firmly believed that you were the product of your environment; that it molded you, forced you, in some cases, to evolve just to survive it. What made her into the woman she used to be was a dark and evil thing, but it was Simon that made her the woman she was today.
Ellis pushed up off the bed slowly, not really wanting to leave the warmth of it and Simon, and turned toward the steps that led down to the living room. She was done reflecting on the condition of her soul - it was what it was and she'd have to live with it.
That thought stopped her cold. Their bed.
He held her without touching and loved her with no conditions. Conflicting thoughts of dark deeds and love confused her; she never thought she'd be in the position she was in right then. Fate, destiny...something bigger than her was giving her a choice; take his love and run or fall into what came naturally?
Simon stirred in his sleep, drawing her back to the bed. His eyebrows furrowed together in some unseen anxiety and his entire body grew tense. Ellis reached out and touched his face gently, if not a little hesitantly, and he instantly turned towards her hand like he always did. His lithe body relaxed and he rolled toward her as she leaned on the bed. She sighed as she watched him sleep. Simon had always been a constant in her life, not so much an anchor, but unfortunately more like the crew of her private yacht. In the months since their new bond, he had changed in so many ways, right before her eyes. Or maybe it was her that changed? Her mind constantly looped back to the same questions: could she change, did she want to change...was it even worth it?
Her human life was pitiful, granted their family was affluent land holders in the 3rd century, but the life of a woman during those times was nothing more than her husband, or in her case her father's, property. She was bought and sold to the highest bidder. Pitiful, though it was, it was nothing like the start of her immortal life. Ellis firmly believed that you were the product of your environment; that it molded you, forced you, in some cases, to evolve just to survive it. What made her into the woman she used to be was a dark and evil thing, but it was Simon that made her the woman she was today.
Ellis pushed up off the bed slowly, not really wanting to leave the warmth of it and Simon, and turned toward the steps that led down to the living room. She was done reflecting on the condition of her soul - it was what it was and she'd have to live with it.
Simon Huntington
15 years ago
[Wakie, wakie. Eggs and bakie.]
Simon opened a bleary eye and immediately shut them again. It took him a full second to realize that it was sunlight on his face. He turned his face and cringed against the soft sunlight when he realized he wasn’t on fire. He had had nightmares about the sun exposure he had received after the raid, so much so that even the threat of sunlight made him cringe, but as strong as the sunlight seemed, it didn’t fill the room or set his skin on fire.
‘Oh,’ he mumbled and squinted at the brightness. The windows were UV blocking and damn good ones, probably what Alec had used for Yuu’s glass home. Waking up with the sun wasn’t just unusual for him, it was bizarre.
Simon contemplated rolling out of bed, but it was just too soft and comfortable to leave it. Ellis had, apparently, noticing the empty spot next to him with a turn of his head. He lay back on the bed and tried adjusting his eyes to the light in the room.
[Get up, you schlub.]
A huge grin spread across his face as spoke to him, via their bond. They didn’t use the silent ability much; they were probably not used to it. He closed his eyes again and raised his arms, tucking them underneath the soft pillows.
‘I’m up!’ He yelled loudly. Suddenly their aura was thick and almost tangible. She was using her blending to sneak into the room. Raising his eyebrows, he waited until the feeling of her was strongest and then sat up quickly, reaching out into the empty air.
‘Ouch!’
He managed to find her waist and pulled on her as he forced her out of her blending. Lifting her up, he pulled her onto the bed with him. She was wearing his cashmere sweater and nothing else, which he discovered purely by chance.
Well, mostly by chance.
She grunted angrily, but smiled as she started to open her mouth.
‘Yes, I know. You hate that.’
‘It’s so not fair!’ She accentuated her declaration with a playful punch to his chest. He had laid her onto her back and he was holding her, half on top of her. Her black hair was sprayed across her face and onto the cream colored sheets. He pushed a bit of her hair out of her face and took the opportunity to kiss her softly. Ellis laughed softly into his kiss and wrapped her arms around him.
[You can walk around invisible, how fair is that?] Simon spoke to her via their bond so he could concentrate on kissing her. She obliged him by deepening the kiss ever so slightly.
[I suppose. Hungry?]
He could not mistake the soft purr of her voice as she dealt her double entendre. Cupping her face with his hand, he grabbed her bottom lip with his teeth and pulled gently.
[Very,] he replied in a want filled voice.
Her laughter erupted in his head, making him smile. [That’s not what I meant.]
Simon pulled back and looked at her, her watery green eyes were half closed, giving him a sultry gaze and he could clearly see the blush on her cheeks. Her body pressed up against his and she was running her fingernails gently up and down his arms.
‘Oh yes it is,’ he said aloud.
‘I meant for food.’
Simon sat up and pushed the pillows up against the head board. Leaning back, he sighed and got comfortable.
‘Bring me my food then, wench.’ Sitting up, she again reached out and punched him, this time in the stomach making him gasp for air. ‘Ouch. You’re fired.’
[Ha. Ha.]
Ellis slipped off the bed and left the room and was back in a few moments followed by two uniformed employees, each carrying a large tray of covered plates. Simon raised his eyebrows as she ushered them out in nothing but his sweater. He leaned over and pulled one of the large trays onto the bed and started lifting the covers. It was a veritable schmorgusborg of breakfast foods – pastries, steak, fruit, and thank god – coffee. Ellis came back in and crawled onto the bed next to him with the other tray. Simon sat back a little, making room for Ellis in front of him which she wordlessly made herself comfortable in his lap. She began jellying pieces of toast as he handed her a black cup of coffee.
‘Gross,’ she said out loud until he pointed at the cream for her. ‘Oh.’ She poured a liberal amount of cream into her cup, making it barely brown. He snorted watching her.
They used to eat like this often when they had first met; taking breakfast in her bed at the large house at the top of the hill in his village. They hadn’t done this in years, but they moved fluidly through the process like it was something they had done every day of their lives. Ellis cut him a piece of steak and forked it to him as he recalled those long ago memories. He took the bite and rested his chin on the back of her shoulder.
Simon watched as Ellis ate her food, pausing only to push up the sleeves of his sweater that was too large for her. She speared him another bite and he took it wordlessly. He watched her quietly like that for several minutes until she finished and turned to look at him.
‘What?’ She asked with raised eyebrows.
Simon reached up with his hand and cupped her face, pulling her to him in a deep kiss. She turned and straddled his hips, kissing him with tenderness he had not felt from her in literally hundreds of years. Lying back against the headboard, he ran his hands up the back of the sweater, feeling the softness of her skin. The kiss grew more passionate until finally she pulled away, practically breathless.
‘I love you,’ she said with tears in her eyes and her skin glowing with a school girl’s blush.
He smiled at her. ‘I know.’
((OOC Simon and Ellis out))
Simon opened a bleary eye and immediately shut them again. It took him a full second to realize that it was sunlight on his face. He turned his face and cringed against the soft sunlight when he realized he wasn’t on fire. He had had nightmares about the sun exposure he had received after the raid, so much so that even the threat of sunlight made him cringe, but as strong as the sunlight seemed, it didn’t fill the room or set his skin on fire.
‘Oh,’ he mumbled and squinted at the brightness. The windows were UV blocking and damn good ones, probably what Alec had used for Yuu’s glass home. Waking up with the sun wasn’t just unusual for him, it was bizarre.
Simon contemplated rolling out of bed, but it was just too soft and comfortable to leave it. Ellis had, apparently, noticing the empty spot next to him with a turn of his head. He lay back on the bed and tried adjusting his eyes to the light in the room.
[Get up, you schlub.]
A huge grin spread across his face as spoke to him, via their bond. They didn’t use the silent ability much; they were probably not used to it. He closed his eyes again and raised his arms, tucking them underneath the soft pillows.
‘I’m up!’ He yelled loudly. Suddenly their aura was thick and almost tangible. She was using her blending to sneak into the room. Raising his eyebrows, he waited until the feeling of her was strongest and then sat up quickly, reaching out into the empty air.
‘Ouch!’
He managed to find her waist and pulled on her as he forced her out of her blending. Lifting her up, he pulled her onto the bed with him. She was wearing his cashmere sweater and nothing else, which he discovered purely by chance.
Well, mostly by chance.
She grunted angrily, but smiled as she started to open her mouth.
‘Yes, I know. You hate that.’
‘It’s so not fair!’ She accentuated her declaration with a playful punch to his chest. He had laid her onto her back and he was holding her, half on top of her. Her black hair was sprayed across her face and onto the cream colored sheets. He pushed a bit of her hair out of her face and took the opportunity to kiss her softly. Ellis laughed softly into his kiss and wrapped her arms around him.
[You can walk around invisible, how fair is that?] Simon spoke to her via their bond so he could concentrate on kissing her. She obliged him by deepening the kiss ever so slightly.
[I suppose. Hungry?]
He could not mistake the soft purr of her voice as she dealt her double entendre. Cupping her face with his hand, he grabbed her bottom lip with his teeth and pulled gently.
[Very,] he replied in a want filled voice.
Her laughter erupted in his head, making him smile. [That’s not what I meant.]
Simon pulled back and looked at her, her watery green eyes were half closed, giving him a sultry gaze and he could clearly see the blush on her cheeks. Her body pressed up against his and she was running her fingernails gently up and down his arms.
‘Oh yes it is,’ he said aloud.
‘I meant for food.’
Simon sat up and pushed the pillows up against the head board. Leaning back, he sighed and got comfortable.
‘Bring me my food then, wench.’ Sitting up, she again reached out and punched him, this time in the stomach making him gasp for air. ‘Ouch. You’re fired.’
[Ha. Ha.]
Ellis slipped off the bed and left the room and was back in a few moments followed by two uniformed employees, each carrying a large tray of covered plates. Simon raised his eyebrows as she ushered them out in nothing but his sweater. He leaned over and pulled one of the large trays onto the bed and started lifting the covers. It was a veritable schmorgusborg of breakfast foods – pastries, steak, fruit, and thank god – coffee. Ellis came back in and crawled onto the bed next to him with the other tray. Simon sat back a little, making room for Ellis in front of him which she wordlessly made herself comfortable in his lap. She began jellying pieces of toast as he handed her a black cup of coffee.
‘Gross,’ she said out loud until he pointed at the cream for her. ‘Oh.’ She poured a liberal amount of cream into her cup, making it barely brown. He snorted watching her.
They used to eat like this often when they had first met; taking breakfast in her bed at the large house at the top of the hill in his village. They hadn’t done this in years, but they moved fluidly through the process like it was something they had done every day of their lives. Ellis cut him a piece of steak and forked it to him as he recalled those long ago memories. He took the bite and rested his chin on the back of her shoulder.
Simon watched as Ellis ate her food, pausing only to push up the sleeves of his sweater that was too large for her. She speared him another bite and he took it wordlessly. He watched her quietly like that for several minutes until she finished and turned to look at him.
‘What?’ She asked with raised eyebrows.
Simon reached up with his hand and cupped her face, pulling her to him in a deep kiss. She turned and straddled his hips, kissing him with tenderness he had not felt from her in literally hundreds of years. Lying back against the headboard, he ran his hands up the back of the sweater, feeling the softness of her skin. The kiss grew more passionate until finally she pulled away, practically breathless.
‘I love you,’ she said with tears in her eyes and her skin glowing with a school girl’s blush.
He smiled at her. ‘I know.’
((OOC Simon and Ellis out))