Her eyes softened abit. This wasn't his fault. It really wasn't. 'I have to stop projecting my anger, I really really do.' She looked down at her hands then back up at Aron, sighing. She seemed to be doing alot of that lately.
"That isn't what you were going to say."
She suddenly felt like a small child, tears prickled at her eyes. Her anger was of no use, but this fear was eating at her. 'I think I want to be protected, but how in the nine hells is that going to help me? I want to be wrapped in strong arms and cherished. I've had enough violence in my life.' She sighed again, and bit back the sob the mad her chest jerk.
Nightmares... (lockable)
((Continued from Late Night with unwanted visitors))
The black car stopped outside Arons mansion. Jeeves stood in the door with a considerable rifle in his hands. A hard stare from Aron later, the rifle had dissappeared somewhere inside. Jeeves moved down the stairs to help with the table and the art equipment.
Aron felt tired. When Jeeves had called, he had been very close to getting a tall black haired drink. Then he had moved on to sving Meegan, which had ended up with him looking more like he average court jester, than a white knight in shining armour. As they walked up the stairs, he put an arm around Meegan.
"Is there anything you want? A drink? Something to eat? A warm bath?"
Meegan
19 years ago
Aron Swiftwood
19 years ago
He could feel her shattering inside. His intire being pittied her, a being not ment to be veiled in the darkness pouring from his kin. He walked over to her, and gently wrapped his arms around her.
His voice was soft and low, calming and firm.
"I will do whatever is in my power to stop him from hurting you ever again. Of that you have my word"
His voice was soft and low, calming and firm.
"I will do whatever is in my power to stop him from hurting you ever again. Of that you have my word"
Meegan
19 years ago
She broke then. The anger, fear, frustration...all of it shattered into thousands of tiny pieces. Meegan let the tears come unbidden, to flow down her cheeks and drop onto Aron's bare chest. She clung to him letting her terror of the last hours flow from her body with the tears.
When at last she could begin to pull herself together she sat back from Aron, studying the silver tracks of her tears drying on his chest. She knew at that moment she could trust this man with her life, and perhaps more. She didn't care to face what the more was at this moment, but she was content to know it was there. Finally she drew a deep shuddering breath to speak, her voice was low and worn.
"I will stay here. I can contact Rachyl in the morning." she took another deep breath, and continued. "My people can handle most of the day to day with out me. I can widdle my time down to once, or twice a week in the office. I'll see about something for Dill. I know he won't come here, fortunatly he's with Rach tonight."
She sighed softly, wiping the remenats of her tears away with the tips of her fingers."Maybe I'll just give him to her, he loves her almost traitorously. Oh, God, I just don't know Aron. This all seems so foolish, and yet so frighteningly real."
She didn't want this, it was not her doing. If she had just gone home to work, but the vibes had been so good in the office. 'Hell I had gotten two fashions complete and a third started, before that bastard and his creepy girlfriend had shown up.' Perhaps she could get her winter designs finished and begin on spring, spring was always her favorite.
When at last she could begin to pull herself together she sat back from Aron, studying the silver tracks of her tears drying on his chest. She knew at that moment she could trust this man with her life, and perhaps more. She didn't care to face what the more was at this moment, but she was content to know it was there. Finally she drew a deep shuddering breath to speak, her voice was low and worn.
"I will stay here. I can contact Rachyl in the morning." she took another deep breath, and continued. "My people can handle most of the day to day with out me. I can widdle my time down to once, or twice a week in the office. I'll see about something for Dill. I know he won't come here, fortunatly he's with Rach tonight."
She sighed softly, wiping the remenats of her tears away with the tips of her fingers."Maybe I'll just give him to her, he loves her almost traitorously. Oh, God, I just don't know Aron. This all seems so foolish, and yet so frighteningly real."
She didn't want this, it was not her doing. If she had just gone home to work, but the vibes had been so good in the office. 'Hell I had gotten two fashions complete and a third started, before that bastard and his creepy girlfriend had shown up.' Perhaps she could get her winter designs finished and begin on spring, spring was always her favorite.
Aron Swiftwood
19 years ago
He gently stroked her hair as the silvery drops ran down his chest, like drops of blood from a wound bleeding out the poison. She began focusing on the litte things, the barrel hoops keeping normality together. It was good, he hoped the hoops would hold.
"I wish it was foolish. Some twisted joke. Just remember....the fear is the worst part, don't give in to it. Ever."
He kissed her forhead.
"You can stay here as long as you'd like"
"You can stay here forever."
What? Where did that come from? It wasn't him, it wasn't his style. Or was it? He decided it was a very bad time indeed for a soul searching. For now going with the flow would simply have to do.
"I wish it was foolish. Some twisted joke. Just remember....the fear is the worst part, don't give in to it. Ever."
He kissed her forhead.
"You can stay here as long as you'd like"
"You can stay here forever."
What? Where did that come from? It wasn't him, it wasn't his style. Or was it? He decided it was a very bad time indeed for a soul searching. For now going with the flow would simply have to do.
Meegan
19 years ago
Meegan smiled at him. She felt safe enough for that. It seemed to her she saw more in his eyes than what he said, but then she wasn't saying everything either. Her muse had flown the coop, and her emotional roller coaster had left her drained. All she wanted now was a pillow attached to a nice big bed. She looked up into Aron's eyes.
"I'm tired, Aron. Take me to bed."
"I'm tired, Aron. Take me to bed."
Aron Swiftwood
19 years ago
The question "yours or mine?" was burning on his tongue, but it seemed so cliché and he was perfectly aware which one she ment. He could read it in the jade green space that seemed to suck him in and devour him whole. He placed an arm behind her knees and another behind her back, and lifted her up. He walked down a corridor and then opened the door to his bedroom.
The walls were white, and bare, kept large mirror and a single piece of art on the wall. A sunrise. A door led into a bathroom and another into what had to be a closet. There were no windows at all, kept a large one above his bed. The bed itself was made of forged iron, with black oak leaves in the fences at the head and foot of the bed. It was covered in black silk sheets and looked very soft.
He put her down in the black sea of his bed and smiled.
The walls were white, and bare, kept large mirror and a single piece of art on the wall. A sunrise. A door led into a bathroom and another into what had to be a closet. There were no windows at all, kept a large one above his bed. The bed itself was made of forged iron, with black oak leaves in the fences at the head and foot of the bed. It was covered in black silk sheets and looked very soft.
He put her down in the black sea of his bed and smiled.
Meegan
19 years ago
She had wrapped her arms around his neck, when he'd picked her up. It had been a long time since she had been carried, since before her parents had died. She snuggled her head into his shoulder and closed her eyes, letting herself be lulled by the motion of his walk. She opened her eyes only when he lay her on the bed. A smile lit her face as she met his gaze. 'This is exactly where I want to be.'
"I, sir, have entirely too much clothing on for being in a bed."
"I, sir, have entirely too much clothing on for being in a bed."
Aron Swiftwood
19 years ago
He let out a chuckle. "That, milady, is something I believe we can fix"
He bowed over her and let his lips meet hers. His hands moved down her body, to help her undress.
((Now would be a good time for a cloth description))
He bowed over her and let his lips meet hers. His hands moved down her body, to help her undress.
((Now would be a good time for a cloth description))
Meegan
19 years ago
Meegan's body responded to him, and it was hard to ignore the tug in her belly this time. She lifted her hips so he could slide the black jeans from them, revealing a small triangle of black lace. She did not think they would be doing much sleeping in this stark bedroom of his. When his fingers curled around the hem of her t-shirt, she sat up enough for him to pull the black cotton over her head. She lay there in matching black lace bra and panties, a small smile curling her lips. 'Infact I don't think I want there to be much sleeping in this bedroom of his.' Fatigue, however, had a different idea, as a yawn caught her by surprise.
"Oh! I'm sorry." She spoke around a second yawn.
"Oh! I'm sorry." She spoke around a second yawn.
Aron Swiftwood
19 years ago
She was tired. Ofcourse she was tired, it was late and it had been a rough day. Still, it was an odd feeling, tired and yet suprisingly willing. She did however, need the rest, it would do her good. He lay himself besides her in the bed, and stared into her eyes.
"It's ok...you need the rest....there will be plenty of time for other things later"
"It's ok...you need the rest....there will be plenty of time for other things later"
Meegan
19 years ago
"Thank you, that's sweet." 'Wow, I must be really tired.' Meegan curled herself around Aron, letting his body protect and cradle her's. It felt wonderful to be held, just held. Her body quickly relaxed against him, and she was asleep not long after.
Aron Swiftwood
19 years ago
Aron watched her sleep. So peacefully now. He wondered how much he could actually do for her when the time came. A lot he hoped. Jeeves was working on getting information on this new vampire. There had been another as well...he would have to ask Meegan to draw them. The image he had put in Jeeves head was not much to go by, but it would do for now.
He never really slept anymore, not the same way mortals did anyway. Ofcourse there was the nightmares once in a while, but most of his time spent resting, was used to listen to the ether. Peoples emotions in general, vampires in particular. For the really strong, distance was of no importance. For Aron it was a serious limit. He wished he could find the vampire, track his every thought. But no. At this distance, only the strongest emotions could be heard, and even then he wouldn't be able to track them closer than a square mile. A woman being raped. Another being loved. A man holding his newborn daughter in his arms. And ofcourse the "mood" of the city. He didn't like it. Something was off, even for a vampire town like Nachton. Great plans were being brought into life, and he was certain the outcome would not be one he liked. His arm reached out, and found a small button on the wall. A thick metal sheet shot out of the roof and covered the window. He doubted Meegan would like waking up with a burnt off skeleton in her arms.
Hours later he sensed her conscious rising from her sleep. He opened his eyes.
"Good morning princess"
He never really slept anymore, not the same way mortals did anyway. Ofcourse there was the nightmares once in a while, but most of his time spent resting, was used to listen to the ether. Peoples emotions in general, vampires in particular. For the really strong, distance was of no importance. For Aron it was a serious limit. He wished he could find the vampire, track his every thought. But no. At this distance, only the strongest emotions could be heard, and even then he wouldn't be able to track them closer than a square mile. A woman being raped. Another being loved. A man holding his newborn daughter in his arms. And ofcourse the "mood" of the city. He didn't like it. Something was off, even for a vampire town like Nachton. Great plans were being brought into life, and he was certain the outcome would not be one he liked. His arm reached out, and found a small button on the wall. A thick metal sheet shot out of the roof and covered the window. He doubted Meegan would like waking up with a burnt off skeleton in her arms.
Hours later he sensed her conscious rising from her sleep. He opened his eyes.
"Good morning princess"
Meegan
19 years ago
She smiled at him under sleepy lashes. 'No one's called me that in a long time. I forgot how much I like it.' "My father used to call me that. Thank you." She snuggled close to him. She wondered briefly how long she had been asleep and if things had blown up at the studio or if the police had come, investigated, cleaned up and left. Her wonderings were dampered by the man holding her. She liked waking up next to him, it felt right. 'Where the hell did that come from? That's just great. My life is in danger and I'm falling in looo...looo...nope, can't say it. We'll go with falling for the man who's supposed to protect me. Can we please add any more cliche's to this? '
She turned onto her back and stretched languorously. It made her feel like a cat to stretch her entire body like that. She she was done she curled herself back around Aron.
"I need to call Rachyl. What time is it?"
She turned onto her back and stretched languorously. It made her feel like a cat to stretch her entire body like that. She she was done she curled herself back around Aron.
"I need to call Rachyl. What time is it?"
Aron Swiftwood
19 years ago
She was right, it did somehow feel right waking up next to her. For a man used to being in absolute control of his own, and sometimes others, feelings, he felt oddly insecure about the whole thing. Well, it didn't really matter. Whatever happened would happen wether he wanted it to or not, and he would be a fool to try and fight it.
"Why Aron, I never realised you were into zen"
He enjoyed Meegans catlike movements, the feline enhancing the feminine.
"It's around eight in the morning. You should have plenty of time to make the calls. Jeeves will be fixing you breakfeast whenever you should feel so inclined"
"Why Aron, I never realised you were into zen"
He enjoyed Meegans catlike movements, the feline enhancing the feminine.
"It's around eight in the morning. You should have plenty of time to make the calls. Jeeves will be fixing you breakfeast whenever you should feel so inclined"
Meegan
19 years ago
"I don't feel so inclined." Her lips curled into a mischievious grin, as she rolled herself on top of Aron. She pressed her body to his, trailing light kisses across his neck and jaw. She sat up long enough to release the clasp at the front of her bra and slid the lace from her shoulders, dropping it to the floor. She pressed her body back to his and grinned into his eyes.
"I had something else in mind for breakfast."
"I had something else in mind for breakfast."
Aron Swiftwood
19 years ago
"Really? I can't imagine what"
The press of her skin against his own felt softer than the silk below him, and another part of his body informed him that it could in fact very well imagine what. He kissed her, and sent his tongue exploring in her mouth. Her taste seemed like the finest wine, only sweeter. His hand moved down her body, sensing her every curve. He found himself enjoying those cuvres more and more.
The press of her skin against his own felt softer than the silk below him, and another part of his body informed him that it could in fact very well imagine what. He kissed her, and sent his tongue exploring in her mouth. Her taste seemed like the finest wine, only sweeter. His hand moved down her body, sensing her every curve. He found himself enjoying those cuvres more and more.
Meegan
19 years ago
Her kisses took her to the lobe of his ear, she nibbled lightly. His hands felt incredible, and hse knew it was more than just because he was touching her. "Aron.."Her voice was a soft whisper, her breath quickened with her next words. "Make love to me...please." She ran her tongue lightly along his ear lobe, and continued in soft licks and kisses along his jaw. She wanted that word to mean so much more than sex, but it frightened her. She had never needed that before, and this was certainly not the man she had imagined for herself, yet it was there and she would accept it.
Aron Swiftwood
19 years ago
Make love to her.... He had over the years had thousands of women, none so far unsatisfied. But had he ever made love to anyone but May? Had the act ever been anything more and above bodily fulfillment? Wouldn't this be betraying May?
"Aron...darling...there's an almost naked woman on top of you, whom you're apparently willing to sacrifice your life for. I don't think making love to her would be a terribly terrible step"
"Your word, princess, is my honor to obey"
A hand moved in between them and glided down her stomach, stopping on the outsside of her thong. The fingers moved in a gently massaging motion, following the smooth black fabric. His mouth kissed her neck, her hair, whatever piece of her that came close enough.
"Aron...darling...there's an almost naked woman on top of you, whom you're apparently willing to sacrifice your life for. I don't think making love to her would be a terribly terrible step"
"Your word, princess, is my honor to obey"
A hand moved in between them and glided down her stomach, stopping on the outsside of her thong. The fingers moved in a gently massaging motion, following the smooth black fabric. His mouth kissed her neck, her hair, whatever piece of her that came close enough.
Meegan
19 years ago
Her hands explored the parts of his she could reach, while she reveled in the fire his kisses left on her skin. She helped get her panties off and on to the floor. She felt a soft chill cross over her skin, looking up and around she saw nothing. The chill some how felt...approving and comforting, as though there was someone else giving them its blessing. She smiled at it, as she had nothing else she could do.
'I'm not going to talk to my imagination, that's for damned sure.' Her gaze returned to Aron, and she saw something in his eyes that wasn't there before and it made her heart swell. She lowered her head, nuzzling his neck with her lips.
'I'm not going to talk to my imagination, that's for damned sure.' Her gaze returned to Aron, and she saw something in his eyes that wasn't there before and it made her heart swell. She lowered her head, nuzzling his neck with her lips.
Aron Swiftwood
19 years ago
The trail of her hands and lips left a feeling that somehow reminded him of firery burning and shivering cold. A certain part of him felt more than ready to come into play, but he decided to let it stay behind the boxers for a while longer. His index finger was barely entering her wetness, playing with the gates of heaven.
Suddenly he decided to roll her over, kissing his way down her neck. His lips stopeed at her brest, letting his tongue play with her piercing. The unemployed hand moved to gently massage her other breast. He had been with very few women with this kind of body art, and he found it very piquant. After a while, his mouth began moving down her stomach
Suddenly he decided to roll her over, kissing his way down her neck. His lips stopeed at her brest, letting his tongue play with her piercing. The unemployed hand moved to gently massage her other breast. He had been with very few women with this kind of body art, and he found it very piquant. After a while, his mouth began moving down her stomach