|Leanan sídhe (requitedly) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-01-30 03:01:00
|Entry tags:||leanan sidhe, wilhelm grimm|
WHO: Leanan Sidhe and Wil Grimm
WHAT: Inspirational chotch!
WHEN: Sunday night
WHERE: Leanne's seduction apartment
WARNINGS: A vampire fairy muse succubus being succubussy
Leanne had successfully called Wil Grimm to her and now she had to set the scene. She wanted everything to be right. She had given him the address of her loft apartment, which was basically filled with surfaces to have sex on. Sofas with pillows, large mattresses on the floor, the rug in front of the fireplace, and up a spiral staircase was her bedroom.
She lit a few candles and poured some red wine to let it air. Then she changed into something incredibly revealing and enticing. A black lace dress, if it could even be called a dress. She was so close to making him hers. She was failing with Hans Andersen, but Wilhelm Grimm would be one more for her collection.
When she heard him ring the bell, she buzzed him up and then let him in, grinning at him as she let her red hair down so it cascaded over her shoulders. "Welcome, Wil."
"Wow." Wil had a bag of wine, cheese and crackers in his hand, and he nearly dropped it when she opened the door. He was certainly surprised to see her so... alluring. "Hello. You look amazing," he said, because he was supposed to say that and because it was true. He held up the bag. "I brought wine."
"Good boy," Leanne said, stepping aside to let him in. "Thank you." She took the bag from him and turned to put it on her table. "Make yourself at home, Wilhelm. I like it when people are comfortable. How have you been since I saw you last?"
Wil took his jacket off and looked around. It was a very relaxed apartment, that was for sure. Light and airy too, and the view of the city was fabulous. "I have been... busy." He didn't mention that this was the first time he'd left the apartment since he'd first met her. He walked to the window and looked out, down at the street below. Could there be an idea in that? Perhaps... if he could think straight. He felt like he'd been shown the door to Narnia and the wardrobe was closing in front of his eyes.
"So how does this work?" he asked, getting straight to the point.
He seemed impatient, which was exactly how she wanted him to be. Perfect.
She licked her lips and smiled widely at him. "I'll give you the inspiration you want if you give yourself to me." She was pretty sure he would know what that meant.
Wil raised an eyebrow, then glanced at the bottle of wine. It had been a long time since he'd romanced anyone. Sleeping with Jacob didn't count, because nobody knew about that, because they weren't romantic with each other, because they loved but weren't in love. Hans had been... different. He'd felt passionate about that for a while, until Hans cut him out. At least Leanne didn't try to deceive him or hide her intentions. He drew a parallel between a drug dealer giving a free sample for a moment, but then walked over and popped the cork from the bottle. He wanted that inspiration again, consequences be damned. Jacob would be fine.
"Let us drink to it," he suggested, pouring out two large glasses.
Leanne's lips curled into a grin and he stepped forward to take one of the glasses. "Cheers," she said, raising hers. She had him and she knew it. This had gone perfectly.
"I'm glad you came. I like you, Wil."
"To great ideas." Wil gave her a smile in return, and toasted her back. He knocked back a good couple of gulps before putting his glass back down, just managing to stop himself making a face at it. "I like you too," he replied, a little guarded in his response. He barely knew the woman, but she seemed alright, and she had so much to give.
To Leanne it didn't even matter if they liked her in the beginning, as long as they submitted to her. They all ended up loving her in the end. They would beg for her, even as their lives were coming to an end. It made her feel powerful.
"To great ideas indeed. You might find, after tonight, you don't stop writing for a week."