At 3rd floor, Fifty-third and Elm
At 19.04 Arons finger pressed the doorbell at Meegans door. His jaguar was parked outside the building, he fully trusted the rather sophisticated security system to make sure people didn't run away with it. He had thought about wearing a tuxedo, after all it was a dinner date, but he had thought the better of it. Americans were less formal and he sometimes got the feeling that tuxedos intimidated them. Instead he was wearing a black, casual blazer. Tailor made ofcourse, Aron wouldn't have dreamt of buying one in a regular store, but fairly casual non the less. The black walking stick was at his side as always, polished and fitted with a head of brushed steal instead of the regular silver one. He was curious about this evening though, he was usually the one inviting ladies to his house and yet he had received two invitations this week. Womens liberation was something Aron was whole-heartetly for, after all it usually proved to his own benefit.
She inhaled deeply, filling her nose with his scent, it was a mixture of cologne, arrousal, the tang of leashed danger, intrinsically male. Her hand moved up to tangle in his hair. Her body needed what he had to offer and she would give it what it wanted.
His right hand moved futher down, under her skirt and her underwear, til he reached something moist. Being a vampire had several advantages. One was it was so much easier to find the right spots and rub them the right way. He did that exactly, gently teasing her. Another advantage were the enhanced number of pleasures. He bared his fangs and let them sink just below the skin. He was not going to drink deep yet, just a foretaste. The drops of blod getting into his mouth were better than any wine, any drug, anything
"Aron...please..." 'Please what? Don't stop? Take me to bed?' She didn't know, and couldn't get beyond what his mouth was doing with her skin.
"Please...what love?"
His right had continued teasing her, never really entering but constantly carressing.
((OOC: Whil Aron is ofcourse skilled in undoing bodices, I myself have not yet moved past bra's and tanktops, so if it's not undone with laces in the back, then I'm terribly sorry and you may substitute that part with whatever is needed to begin undoing a bodice))
"Do that again. Take me to my bed, Aron...please"
For the first time since she was a small child Meegan was unsure of herself and of her acceptance. It seemed so very important that he have her, and she was not sure if it was just her body he should have. Whatever it was, the feeling was...unpleasant.
((ooc that particular bodice laces up the back so you are fine.))
((Sometimes, living in the CET timezone can be a killer...now for instance it forces me to go to bed because I have a ton of work the next couple of days and while I will have internet access the responsetime of my replies will be greatly increased, since this is hardly worksafe stories ))
((That's alright it's bed time for me. I have erronds to run tomorrow, so my response times will also be long. So it works out for both of us.))
Her hands traveled up his arms to rest lightly on well muscled shoulders.
((Once again based on my lack of experience with bodices, my main source of information being pirates of the caribian))
"Aron, are you..."She took a breath, afraid of both the question and the answer."What are you?" Her gaze moved from his buttons to his eyes."My body tells me you are more than an average man, while my head denys it. My neck tells me you are something I fear."
She pulled the hem of the shirt from his tailored slacks and relived the last two holes of their buttons. With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she pushed the shirt over his shoulders, awaiting his answer with fear clouding her verdant eyes.
((unless one wants to unlace then relace the bodice over the head is pretty much the only option))
"Smooth, very smooth"
It was not a lie, he just didn't tell her everything. Her hands felt so great when removing his shirt, he almsot shivered.
"I swear on my life, that hurting you is the last thing I would ever do"
He looked into her eyes, he didn't wish her to fear him. It tainted the taste of her blood, and more importently, it tainted his soul.
'He's a vvvv..say it Meegan. He's a vampire, he has to be. And that pretty little cross resting between your breasts doesn't seem to do a damned thing. It is, like most things, only a myth. I think I can trust him, and what he did to my neck felt incridible, it didn't hurt and he didn't rip out my throat, and I don't think he will' Her fingers pushed the button of his pants free from it's hole and took hold of the zipper, as her thoughts circled she pushed the zipper down.
'No I am very certain I can trust this man, maybe just maybe, the stories are wrong. Perhaps the "infestation" I was warned about isn't really that at all, but simply a means of survival for another kind of people. They are, well were, people after all.' She pushed his pants slowly over his hips, and gazed up into his eyes once more.
"I...I trust you Aron. I trust that you will not harm me, and that I will wake up tomorrow morning with some very interesting marks from a night of passion and nothing more."
She pushed his pants until they slipped down on their own. She smiled up at him, a soft gentle smile.
"Come into my bed, Aron."
Sex for Meegan had always been an activity of giving and recieving release of tension. Until recently it had never really been love making or body worship. It was for her a liberating experience. Never again would she be satisfied with "get in, get off, get out." Somehow she would find a lover that would stay through the night, on more than one occaision. The prospect made her shiver with excitement, as her hands roamed what flesh and muscle she could reach. She let her thoughts die, and the sensations of what this man was doing to her take over.
Instead he let go of her breast and gently licked the tiny amounts of blood that came through the bite marks. He could feel himself being more than ready to move on to the next stage of love making, but decided to let her make the move instead. His hand slipped under the black laces of her thong, to continue on the inside, what it had just been doing on the outside. His other hand moved to support her back as he continued worshipping them with his mouth.
Deft hand had his boxers atop the rest of his clothes on the floor. Kneeling between his thighs, Meegan bent to place light kisses on the smooth skin of his belly.
He moved his hand to gently caress her boddy, leeting the silk skin run under his fingers. His eyes were fal closed, just open enough to study her face.
Gently, he began moving his hips, which send a shockwave of pleasure through his body.