Who: Alaïa & Byron & NPC Human What: A snack. When: October 30th, late evening Where: the Stargazer Rating: Adult.
Alaïa's senses were full of the human woman – a girl, really. An adult, but only barely. Her youth had a scent of its own, warm and clean and delicious in a way that the vampire would never be able to explain to a human. She had been so sweet, returning Alaïa's flirtation so nervously – but she was relaxed at this point, her head swimming with the vampire's kisses and touches. It was an easy thing to lead her, their fingers twined together, the walk interrupted then by the dark-haired woman pausing to pull her close, a hand in her long curls or at the back of her neck, lips on warm skin, listening to the way her pulse raced.
"Where are we going?" The girl's voice was soft, distracted. She had left her friends behind at the Dancing Swords, entranced by another routine. Despite the question, though, she didn't hesitate; her feet kept moving on the black-and-white path.
"Shhh, pretty. Let me worry about that. I'll take good care of you." A little further, the flutter of a tent-flap, and Alaïa was pulling the human girl down onto soft grass, distracting and disarming her with kisses so deep that her would-be lover was left moaning softly against her mouth. "Just let me play with you, mmm? You're in good hands..."