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Post by Vespyr on Sept 7, 2009 20:56:25 GMT -8
Vespyr watched curiously as Scene departed from the bedroom, taking his restful pose across the counter from her. She couldn't help but smirk, for he was her customer, and she slid the plate over to him with a giggle that she tried desperately to supress as she felt his warm attitude fill up the entire room. Her eyes were laughing, sparkling with a sort of amusement that she had never known.
"Tuna toast. My own recipe." she said, regaining her serious composure in moments as she reached forward to gracefully pluck the bandage from his arm. If he would let her, she would clean it and rebandage it while he ate, assuming he was daring enough to take a peck at her creation. Once finished, she took a seat on a stool on her side of the counter, pulling her own plate toward her as she settled uncomfortably on the perch. As she ate, she kept her eyes focused on all sorts of other things, anything but the masked male before her; she would have been tempted to look into his eyes and just stare, swimming through them like one of her beloved books.
"Er, how was your sleep?" she said, her polite tone nearly forced in an awkward manner. She was so unnused to any of this, being mannerly, having company, actually enjoying it slightly... |
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Post by Scene on Sept 8, 2009 17:47:10 GMT -8
Scenes eyes smiled as she looked to him. She seemed to be avoidinghis gaze, something which he guessed he could understand. The entire situation made him itch something fierce, like the feelings he had were something he needed to scratch and claw away. Not that they were much- but he knew they were there. He enjoyed her company, liked being around her. He hated people and only liked them when they were clawing and begging and scraping at his feet on a day to day basis. But this one...this one he would never have on her belly, unless he was over her pushing inside her from behind-
He snapped his attention and thoughts from the vulgar and rather delicious memory of her gasping his name to thelook on her face as she asked him how he slept. He tried to recall it, but it was black and void, without shape, so he shrugged.
"You kept me pretty warm and preoccupied with scandelous thoughts so sleep didn't happen much." He gave a wink, taking the food she had set before him and checking what exactly it was. In her small and meager rations, she still came up with meal that would taste good. He was still angry though- not on the outside, but on the inside. She had a terrible power that she could use to rule the world, yet she was content with sitting in a place like some kind of...scavenger.
"I'm going to my place to shower if you want to come and joine me-" He gave a little smile, and if she rejected him he would still smile and shrug, though if she accepted he would cock and eyebrow and say "Well, i'd better hurry up then!".
Today would be a good day.... =D
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 8, 2009 18:28:29 GMT -8
The girl glanced over to him finally, the corners of her lips turning upward in the slightest bit against her will. her sleep last night had been a restful one, quite enjoyable, for it had been the only thorough rest she had in ages... And his comforting smell still clung to the inside of her keen, fine-tuned nose, causing her heart to beat a little faster than it normally would have upon any other morning. Vespyr couldn't help but chuckle when he winked, stirring the creamy tuna with her index finger before bringing it to her black cherry lips to suck away, purring a little at the peppery-yet-sweet taste. He was so damn charming. It frustrated her to no end, yet like he had said she should, she didn't try to squeeze herself into the little box of hate she loved to occupy.
"Sure, I'll come. I don't have any other plans." the femme said with an innocent shrug, trying to beat down the apparent smile on her face and in her tone. She rather liked Scene's home and its dark, art-filled halls, though it didn't compare in comfort to her abode in the slightest, she was fascinated by the place and longed to walk down the long corridors again. And perhaps, she could convince him to let her use his shower as well... bathing was a luxury that Vespyr had to wrestle with, since the old restaurant didn't exactly have a shower, only a sink with cold water. That just wouldn't do. And if Fleesh were to return while they were away, he could keep himself occupied.
"So which wall shall we walk through?" she asked in a coy manner, outstretching a hand regally for him to take, in a joking kind of way. If Scene were to take hold of it, Vespyr would laugh once more, oh the ridiculousness of it all... |
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Post by Scene on Sept 8, 2009 19:16:18 GMT -8
Scene took her small, delicate hand in his, pulling her in close and wrapping her arm around his waist. He placed his own at her sides and whispered in her ear.
"Closed your eyes...."
He would then jump, and a few moments of free falling would come before they would land on the floor of his bedroom, large master suite. He turned, walking away and peeling off his shirt, tossing it into the basket by the door, his tattoo shining in the pale light cast off by the bulb in his ceiling. He took off his pants as well, then walked into his closet, coming back out with a towel around his waist, a small smile on his lips. He liked to tease her because he knew a part of her wanted it, wanted him, but she resisted with flimy excuses and strange desires for hatred of things she would enjoy. She enjoyed him, and he knew she wanted him to touch her, to feel her tremble beneath his fingertips...
Or perhaps thats what he wanted?
"You ARE welcome to join me for a shower if you'd like."
Without waiting for an answer he turned, walking toward the large bathroom door. Halfway there he romoved the towel, smiling to himself as he reached the door and closed it behind him to a small crack. He stepped up to the shower, turning it on and getting inside the panelled glass. He closed it behind him, turning on the shower and letting out a small sigh at the feel of the water on his muscular back.
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 8, 2009 19:44:45 GMT -8
Vespyr opened her eyes, the grin gone from her face. She looked around blankly, and stepped backward to sit down on Scene's bed in one fluid motion. she should have been used to it by now, but she was always still awed when she was suddenly in a completely different place... Who wouldn't be?
As she glanced around, her eyes followed the boy intently as he entered the bathroom, and the sound of the shower springing to life was a roar in her ears for a moment, making her flinch. When he pulled the door to a near shut, her gaze shifted back to the elaborately decorated room, wondering if she should join him or not. She did need to shower, and didn't necessarily mind taking one with him, and did have to admit that she felt like rubbing her body up against his with the warm water slipping between them... But was she really going to go that far again?
So she compromised, slipping out of her outergarments and quietly entering the bathroom in only her bra and panties, which she could sacrifice to the wetness of the bath. She opened the glass door and stepped in so silently that she would suddenly be beside him, the torrid water immediately soaking her hair and running down her slender body in tantalizing little trickles. Her bangs, now saturated, hung against the side of her face and covered her right eye like a shield of fuschia, the pinkish streaks looking like hot icicles as the water streamed through them and dribbled onto her shoulder. The warm liquid cascaded beautifully down her collarbone and into the bra that was now a deeper black since it was completely soaked through.
Vespyr stood with her eyes squinting against the hot steam, biting her fingernail in a cute 'well okay what now?' sort of manner. "Soap?" she said, prodding Scene's shoulder with her bony finger. |
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Post by Scene on Sept 8, 2009 20:43:22 GMT -8
Scene turned, his eyes coming upon her face first. His gaze traveled downward, across her small, delightfully gorgeous frame. He had soap across the top part of his chest, which was quickly washed away by the water. The steam inside began to build up only slightly, adding a little mist to the area. He stared up into her eyes before slowly handing her the bar of soup, his face a look of lust and wonder at her sudden confidence. Not that he lost his, but she was such a generally reserved person. He love this about her, that she could actually find the guts deep inside herself to come and step out on a limb. Of course, she was still in her underwear, but that would change soon enough. He stepped back a little, holding out a hand for her to step in front of him and use the water.
As she did so, he would move in behind her an take the hand that had the soup, slowly removing it from her grip. He lathered his hands in it, making it thick. He reached his hands around, rubbing them along her belly, coming across her sides and up her back to her shoulders. The water washed it away nearly as soon as he rubbed it on, and he leaned forward a little. He pressed his lips to her shoulders gently, running his hands down her arms. He would interlock his fingers in hers, kissing his way up her neck as his mind transferred to the place he felt it strongest.
His eyes were aflame...but he wasn't quite sure how she would react, so he would leave her clothes on until he knew for sure...
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 10, 2009 19:10:24 GMT -8
What now, Vespyr did not know. She would simply go with the flow, responding to each of her vagaries as she pleased, but first she would fetch a towel to dry off her pale slender form. She felt no acrimony today, nor would she tonight, she presumed, as for some reason a part of her had changed. She had always been debauched and capricious, feeding off of her own adversity for mankind and other people, yet somehow she felt no antipathy for Scene. One in a million that she could not only tolerate, but come to rather enjoy his company.
Somehow, the boy had broken away from the odious crowd and stood by her in her venal heart, the breaking of the habit annoying her somewhat... but they way she felt wasn't changeable, not even by herself. The vitiated girl had made a friend.
These thoughts ricocheted in her mind as she wrapped the now-damp cloth around her body, holding it at the ends with one hand while the other ran through her hair, looking at herself in the mirror. Vespyr was a strange sight for herself to see, as she did not see herself often. As the violet eyes stared into the clones of themselves, she felt somehow unfamiliar. The regal visage that stared back was wearing a sly grin and a mischievious glint in its eyes... So she grinned back rapaciously, looking with delight at her sharp teeth and soft lips, at the pale and sallow face, beautiful in its chilling ferocity. Yet, she didn't think vain thoughts but only shrugged in the end, thinking that the effete girls at school must be caught in ennui from staring at themselves so often. Her head turned toward the bathroom door where she suspected Scene to appear from at any moment. |
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Post by Scene on Sept 10, 2009 19:55:19 GMT -8
Scene exited, towel wrapped around his waist as he emerged from his bathroom. He stared at her a moment, a small smile coming to his face. It was a smile of victory, not of his but of hers. She had learned to overcome her recless hate and abandon for everything she ever wanted. She took control, and he loved it. It was also a smiling of sharing- for what had been seen and done. He took a few steps forward, then turned smoothely into his closet, dropping the towel and throwing on a pair of White boxers. He put on a white tank over it, exiting the closet and walking up behind her, his tattoo standing out in the small amount of light. He folded his arms across his chest, watching her in the mirror.
"Your a lot different than you were when we first met."
His voice was calm, almost a statement yet lingering on the sweet memory, of the mist and sweat mingling with the water, her lips on his neck...
He placed his hands on her hips, moving in behind her, placing his chin lightly on her right shoulder.
"But can you admit that you enjoyed it just as much as i?"
He wanted to hear it from her lips- at a point where she was still turned on yet knowing what she was doing...they both needed to hear her say it. To admit her attraction and choice... that would complete the circle, make it possible for them to do these things again without restraint.
He wanted it.
Did she?
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 10, 2009 20:30:08 GMT -8
Her eyes followed his as he placed himself behind her, and she gazed blithely into the mirror and back into his alluring green orbs, swimming ponderously in their watery depth, searching as always for an answer to his question reflected there. The expressive eyes were palpable and she found much meaning there, covered by the thick, steamy layer of thoughts from their little escapade in the shower, or perhaps in his sexual ways in general. Beneath the lecherous layer was a premeditating sociopath, just as debauched and brazen as she, and he gazed back with a sort of mischievious intent that Vespyr could empathize well with. These two psychopaths, as vile and morbid in thought as they were, held an understanding- an appreciation- that could not be denied.
"I'd like to stay with you." she spoke softly, her deep lilac eyes never shifting. Her message was clear and without incertitude this time. Her voice, smooth and sweet like fresh water, rang with an accompanying chill that spoke in itself of the new light stirring into the darkness of her heart. Like one who had lived in the empty shadows for so long, when stepping into the sun, feels a sort of cold certainty of change at the sudden light. A void, once lonely and without substance, being filled slowly like a sinking boat in frigid waters.
With a sigh, she let herself relax, her body gently bending to conform to the shape of his. She would not fall back but merely lean against him lightly, her head tilting slightly to the side, still glassy-eyed and pensive as the quiescent tenderness swam like graceful koi in the violet ponds that were her eyes. |
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Post by Scene on Sept 11, 2009 20:01:16 GMT -8
Scenes lips were close to hers as she leaned back, and he smiled, placing a gentle kiss on her soft mouth. He had never had a person actually request to stay with him- he was always forcing people, always making them there against there will. He hated that one part of his life and yet he loved it. Knowing that this person, his only friend in the world actually wanted to be with him and spend time with him made him feel very strange indeed. He held her for a moment, wrapping his arms around her waist and thinking quickly. He had spent so much time with her and he needed to be getting back to school. He needed to see the position he was in. How everyone was doing...
He looked down at her, sighing.
"Yes...i think i would like that very much."
His voice wasn't regretful, it was accepting, like he was actually happy about the small amount of break time he had away from everyone. He slipped his hands inside her towel, his warm hands touching her belly. He wanted to feel her skin, to hold the area where they had become one together, freely, without any sort of outside or inside force but thier own need. He liked it. He didn't force her and she didnt force him. They loved the feel of each others bodies, and so had welcomed the feeling of thier sweat, thier gasps, thier lips and thier teeth, the feeling of him entering her, watching it happen, watching her eyes turn with the knowledge that it was inside her and she wanted it...
He took a deep breath.
"Lets get into bed."
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 11, 2009 20:43:11 GMT -8
A simple sigh, niether amorous nor impatient, and her eyes closed for a moment to just absorb the feeling of his strong hands slipping smoothly across her skin...
Bed?
"But its so early... You go ahead. I'm going to dry my clothes out." she shrugged, stepping softly out of his embrace and stooping to pick her cold, wet undergarments from their puddle on the floor. She undid the towel for a moment to mop it up, her skin getting bumps in the sudden exposure to frigid air. Always so easily swayed by the temperature was she, and she shivered, exiting the room with her sodden clothes and the towel in one hand, the dry garments in the other. Down the hall somewhere she hoped to find a dryer, wasn't that what normal people used to dry their clothes?
Once she found it, the underwear went in, her clothes solemnly rested on top, and she dressed herself in one of Scene's shirts that were askew in the washroom. It was far too large, but it would suffice, the comfort-scented fabric nearly stooping to her knees. Her fingers drifted lazily along its folds, sliding the hem between the pad of her thumb and the others as she stood aimlessly, staring at the prosaic pattern on the wall. Vespyr felt somehow... estranged from herself, from the world, from reality, at the moment, but she would wallow in the feeling instead of the usual turn-and-run.
She hopped up onto the dryer, knocking the pile of clothes to the floor with a dull thump. The warm machine bounced with a spry liveliness beneath her, in contrast to the girl's own indifferent demeanor. Scene would sleep, and she would wait for him to wake, perhaps make him breakfast, then start a new day... her body had taken a restful position curled across the top of the machine, lying on her side, her ear pressed to the warm metal so she could hear its rhythmic humming. Eventually, her eyes slipped close and her plans crept quietly away the moment she drifted into sleep, lulled into a dreamy state by the dryer's gentle song-and-dance. |
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Post by Scene on Sept 12, 2009 13:54:02 GMT -8
Scenes figure darkened the doorway to his laundry room, his eyes passing over the nake figure under his shir. He could see straight up it, and it caused a boner cocked eyebrow. He grabbed another shirt, listening to her easy breathing as she slept. He waved the shirt silently, and the shirt grew, becoming a blanket that, though light, would give as much warmth or cool feeling as he body needed. He stretched it across her gently, not even questioning her wanting to sleep there. He flipped the light off as he left, closing the door to a crack behind himself on the way to his room.
He climbed into his bed, thinking silently to himself. He had a female, in his house moving freely. He had drawn her yet she lived. The cat lived. And he was content? He frowned. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he getting soft? He reached up, grasping his mask at both sides. With a small sound likened unto the opening of a soda bottle, is mask came apart. He leaned back, holding it there, breathing in the free air through the white skin underneath. It felt cool, and so he left it like that for a few moments. He reached up, running a hand down the lines on his face...
His hands clasped the mask back on quickly, the metal sucking to his face as he did so. He lifted the blanket to his neck, rolled over and passed into sleep.
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 12, 2009 20:28:19 GMT -8
-------14 hours later-------
The femme's eyes opened to darkness, and for several moments she had no recollection of her whereabouts. She rose tiredly and blinked steadily to adjust her keen eyes to the friendly absence of light. Sometime in the night, a blanket had been curiously placed over her; she slid out from beneath it with a yawn, shivering lightly as her bare feet met the cold floor. Upon leaving the washroom, her host's palpable scent caught her attention; he had been here last night before retiring to bed. The girl smiled vaguely at the thought and wandered aimlessly into the hallway, pausing once she passed by his bedroom. Ducking her head silently through the gap of the doorway, her eyes fell on his slumbering form and the grin faded. This whole experience was new and foreign to her, but the disorient would soon pass.
With a sigh, she continued lazily down the corridor, looking blithely at the numerous paintings and intermittant passageways that led elsewhere into the labyrinth, letting her feet guide her without premeditation. When she detected the faintest sound of his awakening, she would turn with apathy to witness his emergence.
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