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Who: >=< and his dragon. Also Sefton, and Some, and Bonnie =3
What: Various things!
When: The weekend of May 14/15
Where: Le Gode Hostel
Notes: This main post is just a placeholder; I realized I'd set up plans for three separate logs taking place in the hostel, so instead of spamming the comm they're just all gonna go here, as comment threads. Cool ( Read more... )
What: Various things!
When: The weekend of May 14/15
Where: Le Gode Hostel
Notes: This main post is just a placeholder; I realized I'd set up plans for three separate logs taking place in the hostel, so instead of spamming the comm they're just all gonna go here, as comment threads. Cool ( Read more... )
Hellcat didn't like to stay around him all the time - there was a reason he'd included 'cat' in her name; she could be in turns affectionate and aloof, be following him around one day and then spend the next day lounging in a corner the next.
But her moods weren't this changeable. He'd lost her while walking down a corridor. Just turned around at one point and she was gone. Given her abilities...
He crept down the corridor, looking closely at every surface. She was visible if you examined closely enough.
"Hellcat?" he called - not too loudly. The calling was incidental to the searching. "Hellcat?"
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Just to seal the deal - whatever the deal actually was - he closed the door behind them. Keeping his eyes on her the whole time with a cunning smirk. He was still suspicious, still curious, still intrigued.
"Well," he said, once the door was securely shut. He lingered by the door, with one hand still behind his back on the knob. "Well, well."
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Instead of moving towards him, Bonnie sat at the foot of her bed. "Sorry it's a little messy. I actually wasn't expecting to bring anyone back here."
She leaned back onto her palms and crossed her legs at the knee. She looked at his hand on the doorknob and then back at him. She could have rushed over then. She was fast. Surprisingly fast. She could have pinned him to the door and bitten into his neck and found out if he tasted as good as he smelled.
And she wanted to, she really did, but she was also perplexed by his reluctance. He hadn't turned her down outright, but he was being kind of weird about the whole thing.
And then she wondered.
"Are you into guys? Is that what it is? Because I've been told I'm not hideous or anything."
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He moved away from the door, doffing the fez. Wondering how he was going to explain this. Wondering just a bit why he felt he had to explain this. His feelings about her were all jumbled and weird. What it came down to in this particular moment, though, was that he didn't want her to feel bad.
He leaned down and set the hat on the floor, then leaned one hand on the mattress, near her side. The other wavered a bit before hovering an inch above her knee.
"...I'm a bit out of practice," he settled on. And then, carefully, he set the hand down on her leg, just above her knee. He even gave it a little squeeze.
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"I like that about you," she decided to say. "I like that you get flustered. It's--"
She hesitated, trying to decide on the right word.
"--it's endearing. You're endearing." Her fingertip lightly traced itself up his wrist, along his arm, and migrating towards his chest. Still, she was curious.
"How out of practice?" she asked, pausing with her fingertip near his throat. "I mean, out of practice enough that I'd be surprised because, after all, you look too young for that number?"
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"Honestly, I don't know if I could tell you just how long it's been," he admitted, "But. I could tell you how old I am." He said that with a very deliberate look into her eyes. A strongly implied if.
And he gave her leg another, more confident squeeze, his thumb tracing a small circle on her skin. It was incredibly easier like this, when it was more like a game - not just carnality for its own sake.
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But all right. It was only fair. If they were going to do the--how had he put it?--sex thing, then it was only fair that he know more than just her name and her hair color.
For that matter, she still wasn't sure that they were going to do the sex thing. What a strange night this was turning out to be. She wondered if it would be smart just to bite him, enchant him, and send him on his way ( ... )
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He followed her down to the bed - falling down on his side next to her, one arm landing across her waist. Resting, almost naturally, across the waistband of her robe.
"Less than I would've guessed for someone who's been Scottish a few times," he admitted, his fingers wrapping around the band and tugging lightly as he scootched an inch or two closer to her.
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She reached for his belt and paused then, tilting her head. Holding his jacket between her thumb and forefinger, she lifted it up a bit to peer underneath. Was he wearing suspenders?
"You were going to tell me how old you are," she reminded him, though slightly distracted by his outfit.
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"Nine hundred and eight, this..." He paused and looked upward to do a bit of mental math. "...August. Assuming I don't jump into another timeline."
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She paused then, frowning. It had almost slipped out there.
"He was like me," she clarified. "But he was about 500 or so. It was hard to wrap my head around for awhile." The robe, once it was off, she tossed over the side of the bed. She leaned in, lightly rubbing her nose down his jaw. His age, if he was telling the truth--and she didn't see what he stood to gain by lying--made Damon seem like nothing more than an angsty teenager.
"Any big plans for your thousandth birthday celebration?" she asked lightly, continuing down to his neck with a series of sprinkled kisses, pausing with her lips by his throat.
He seemed relaxed. It was now or never, wasn't it?
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"Don't really make plans," he said with a little sigh, "Talk to me the day before."
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There. He was finally getting into it. Thump thump-thump thump. Just one bite, just a small bite, and he'd barely even notice. Then she'd enchant him and he'd forget and they could go back to the lovely kissing part.
Her fangs extended and with an easy, well-practiced movement, she sank them into his neck.
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That sound, for being a single syllable, was pretty complex. There was the 'oh' of it being a great big honking massive clue, although vampires weren't the only things out there that drank blood there, but then again there did seem to be an awful lot of them about the city... and then there was the 'oh' that came from the minor involuntary spike in sex hormones; blimey, he'd just had to let the capricious little things loose, hadn't he...
Then his heart rate elevated another tick for a different reason: fear. Not for his life, but in a way, for hers. No matter how human he looked on the outside, Time Lord blood was not human, and it was likely the two of them weren't even from the same reality. He had no clue what his blood would do to her. But if he threw her away and her fangs tore at his neck, he wouldn't be having a good day either ( ... )
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He tasted weird. As a kid, she'd once raided her sister's purse and found what she thought was a chocolate bar. It had, in fact, turned out to be some sort of chocolatey protein bar that hadn't tasted a thing like chocolate.
It was sort of the same let down she was getting now. He'd smelled so wonderful and those two hearts had been so exciting, but in reality, he tasted like fake chocolate.
For a moment, she was too baffled to realize that he was pulling her off. He shouldn't have been. He shouldn't have been able to figure out what she was doing just yet. No one had ever pulled her away mid-feeding before.
She looked up at him with an expression that resembled a startled deer more than any sort of predator. I did not just feed on you, she suggested to him quickly. All you remember is that I kissed your neck.
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"No," he said with a shake of his head. "Don't do that."
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