As luck would have it Pt 2 (private, William)
She quietly thanked him as he lowered her to the ground and led her out of the bar. She felt as though every eye was on her, revealing her clumsiness. The fact was, it wasn't further from the truth. It was already late and very few people were in this section of the lobby.
She lifted the towel and looked at her shirt, cursing once again, "There is no way I will get this out.." She signed and tilted her head, resting it against Liam's arm as they walked. She was definatly feeling tipsy despite only having a drink and a half. Usually she did very little other than sip a single drink throughout the night. She had never wanted to lose control of her senses. It was unlike her. All things aside, she felt pretty damn happy. She just hoped that he didn't think she was an imbecile. She was sure this wasn't the type of night he had planned.
Once the doors opened, he stepped in and led her to the back of the elevator, leaned against the back wall and pulled her against him, leaning on him enjoying the feel of her weight against him.
When the elevator arrived at his floor, they stepped out and he moved to her side again, this time slipping his hand into the back pocket of her jeans instead of putting it around her as he led her down the hall to his door.
Arriving, he looked down at her, and said "Little Etain, the key is in my right pocket there, could you grab it? My hand seems to have found someplace it prefer's to be"
With a grin she finally pulled the key from his pocket and dangled it in front of his face, "I do believe that is what you were looking for?"
welcome to my humble room of 3 hours or so now, it isn't much, but I like to call it home!
Liam finally let her go as he walked over to his bags and opened one of them. pulling a white t-shirt out he handed it to Etain and pointed her to the bathroom, "why don't you go ahead and change in there while I order us some room service, I don't know about you, but I think we might need some food"
She reached over into the shower and turned the water on, hoping he wouldn't mind if she washed up real quick. She was sure he wouldn't want that kind of mess on his shirt, and she couldn't possibly deal with with the sensation for the rest of the night. She stripped down, folding her jeans and laying them on top of her boots, then filled the sink with warm water and tossed her shirt in it.
She pulled the curtain back and stepped into the shower, the hot water beating against her skin feeling like rain from the gods themselves. She couldn't help but think of him, of those eyes, as she stood there. This night was turning out better than she had planned.
Done with that he quickly set up his laptop and speakers with his favorite fucking playlist, and then called and ordered the room service he had mentioned.
Finally done with his preperations, he went to check on Etain. Hearing the shower running, he grined, knocked on the door and slipped in.
Etain, I called the front desk and they are going to try sending this to the cleaners, just grabbing it quick.
With that he quickly bundled up all of the clothes in the room with the exception of the white t-shirt he had given her and slipped out
She stared into the mirror and fidgeted with her hair for a few more minutes, at least trying to finger most of the knots out. She hated using other peoples brushes. She looked herself over once again and then opened the door, peaking through the crack before walking out, "Did I miss anything important?" She immediatly noticed the new black drapes covering the door and window, but didn't really want to ask about them. At least not yet.
"It is no inconvience at all little Etain, and you didn't miss much, the food has just arrived and they have taken your clothes to the cleaner, some of the juice got on your pants as well, so I had them take them to make sure that they don't stain badly."
As he finished spekaing he pointed to a cart in the corner with a large plate of fruit on it, and a smaller one next to it with assorted choclates. Sitting by them was a bottle of champaigne and a pair of glasses. He moved to these and continued talking as he started pouring them drinks.
"I hope you don't mind the drapes? I have lived in hotels for a long time, I find it helps to bring something with me to personalize the place, even the nicest hotel decor gets quite boring after awhile."
He finished pouring their drinks and walked over to her, handing her one and holding his up for a toast.
"To chance encounters worth exploring"
She nodded towards the black curtains with a grin, "Those may very well come in handy in the morning if mixing these drinks has the expected outcome." She just shrugged and took another sip, shifting back and forth from one foot to another. She was trying like hell to not feel awkward, but she just couldn't help it. There she was, staning in front of this man wearing nothing but his shirt. And there he was...dressed. She thought it to be an odd situation. One she hadn't ever been in before.
She switched the glass over to her left hand and reached up, tugging on the platinum chain beneath her shirt until her pentacle charm was freed from the confines of the cloth. She found it to be comforting to rub her fingers over the jewels at each point.
She finally looked back up at him and smiled, "Should we toast again?"
"Perhaps later"
He looked over at her and shrugged out of his coat and draped it over the back of a chair, kicked his shoes off and pushed them under the chair as well. He pulled his tie off and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt.
"For some reason I feel very overdressed at the moment, I hope you don't mind?"
As he said this, he walked back over to her, staring deeply into her green eyes he moved until he was nearly brushing against her. He reached his hand out and laid it on her cheek, guiding her head back until she was peering up at his face, his fingers lightly brushing against the corner of her mouth.
After standing there for a few minutes, he lowered his head to hers, as earlier not taking his eyes off of hers as he moved forward, his lips stopping again as soon as they brushed against hers, just barely out of reach, waiting for her to finally decide.
She held her breath as she closed that very small gap between them and brushed her lips gently against his. She reached up and laid her hands against his chest for support, feeling heady from either the scent of him or the alcohol. She couldn't decide. All she knew was that he was here and that his lips were on hers. That was all that mattered.
She pulled away from that kiss with great hesitance, but never stopped staring into his eyes. Her fingers worked with expert agility on the remaining buttons of his shirt. Her hands slid up his chest, to his shoulders and she leaned forward, wanting to feel his skin on her lips. Wanting to be able to taste every inch of him. She slid the shirt down his arms and it landed in a heap on the floor.
Her taste when she kissed him was delicious, he couldn't wait to taste all of her, he wanted it badly, but forced himself to wait, the torture of not just grabbing her and taking her now a pain that felt so good somehow.
He felt her nails across his skin as she removed his shirt and moved his armos behind her, finding the shirt annoyingly low, the edge beyond his reach. Irriated with the shirt's annoying ability to keep him from feeling her skin against his, he grasped the collar and ripped with quick jerk, ripping the neckline and halfway down her back. He ran his hands alonger her exposed back for a moment before pulling on either side of the shirt, pulling it over her shoulders and onto her arms, revealing the top of her pert tight breats, but still hiding the nipples he wanted in his mouth so badly.
Her hands trailed up his back and gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin the slightest bit as she let them fall slowly down his back to his waist, her fingertips trailing down his spine the entire way. She nuzzled his chest softly with the tip of her nose, planting soft kisses along the trail.
Unable to stand it, her hands slid along his sides and to the front of his pants. She began to fumble with the belt, cursing it silently for being so difficult.
His fingers lightly traced the sides and bottoms of her breats, moving and massaging as they went, but so far avoiding her nipples. His mouth moved to her right ear, nibbling along the rim of it, his teeth tugging lightly at the piercings they found there.
Finally he moved his hands to her nipples, pinching them lightly between his fingers and tugging gently at the same time he tugged on her earlobe with his mouth.
One of his hands regretfully left her right breast and started drifting down her stomach, tracing lightly around her navel as it moved to the thin strip of hair left between her legs. Running his fingers along the hair that guided him to his ultimate goal. Just as his fingers reached the suprise of the piercing she had, he felt his pants and underwear fall to the floor.
His pants fell to the floor and she was just about to reach for him when he found her piercing. It was then that her knees gave out and her breath caught in her throat. She reached up and grasp his hair in two small fists and pulled him into a deep kiss.
Her mind almost screamed she was so wound up, he didn't even need his empathy to know what she was feeling at this point, and realized that he could not wait any longer either.
Without breaking their kiss he scooped her effortlessly into his arms and carried her over to the nearest convienent place he noticed, in this case,the wall. Quickly he took the few steps it took to press her back against the wall, him pressing hard against her, wanting to feel her against him, around him.
With one arm easily supporting her weight, he reached down with the other and guided himself to her entrance. With a small sigh into her mouth he started slowly letting her down on to him, deciding that a few more seconds of tortured waiting before he was fully in her was well worth it.
She couldn't remember the last time she yearned for someone this much, if ever. She tilted her hips towards him slowly, matching his speed, but she knew that her own pleasure would come quick. Him inside of her as well as the pressure against her piercing was almost too much to bear, yet she didn't want this to end.
She broke from the kiss and buried her face in the curve between his shoulder and neck, her breathing now quickening and almost coming in short gasps, "Oh god, harder.." He obeyed her request and she instantly felt the world around her explode. She bit his neck as the orgasm racked through her entire body. Not hard, but enough to keep herself from screaming.
He dove past the ecstasy covering her mind and sought something else. After a few quick moments he found what he was looking for and smiled, this should be fun.
Liam mustered every ounce of self control he had left and held off his orgasm, while at he same time picking up the pace even more as she started to come down from her climax. He quickly moved his free hand to the back of her neck and grabbed her, pulling her head off his neck and into a fierce kiss. Her head where he wanted it his hand slid down her body, pausing briefly to pinch her nipples before snaking between their bodies and quickly rubbing her piercing.
If what he had seen floating on the top of her mind was any indication, her next orgasm should come quickly enough for him to hold out and come with her.
Her head was spinning out of control. She didn't know if it was the pleasure she was feeling or not being able to breathe. She didn't care. She slipped one of her arms from around his neck, her hand sliding down his arm. She gripped the wrist of his hand that was between her legs tightly. She didn't want him to stop, but she was hardly aware of her actions anymore.
She pulled away from the kiss for a moment, just long enough to take in one deep breath, before it hit her again like a ton of bricks. Her lips quickly found his once again. She let out a loud moan and tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth before releasing it and kissing him with a fevered passion.
Then, he came deep inside her, harder than he had in a long time after the teasing hours spent in the bar. Thanks to his vampiric strength he was able to keep his feet, but even that was close to giving out on him, it had been too long since he had experienced something like this.
He broke their kiss as they came down from their bliss and looked down at his ltitle Etain, smiling contentedly into his chest, her arm around his neck. Lifting them off of the wall he walk for what seemed an eternity before finally arriving at the bed and laying her down softly on the sheets.
He just stared at her for a moment before laying down next to her on his side, head propped up on one of his hands so that he could continue to watch her. His other hand moved out to her, gliding up and down her body, touching lightly, learning the feel of her skin, the curves of her body. When it came to her neck, it paused briefly, his finger tips feeling the pounding of her pulse. He smiled, and decided to make this one his, but not just yet.