Re: Veiwing Rooms: Maxwell Cooper and Eric Northman
Not knowing the reason he was shopping, the vampire was clearly serious on the matter. Max tilted his chin towards him, looking up at him and then down to his slender fingers. Eric was strong and moved like marble lightening. Hard as the earth and faster than sound. There was a sexual promise in Eric's words and he found himself thinking about the terrifying things this vampire could do which both frightened and excited him.
His own eyes shimmered as he looked at the confident smile. Eric's smile was not a facade as his own had been. "Some very personal nights in the back seat of a car and in New York basement blood bars have taught me to be grateful and careful." Max, having enjoyed his share of V in those backseats and alleys, didn't want to admit too much yet. But he wasn't hiding the fact either. He just needed to know if Eric minded.
"I'm Maxwell," he said, brushing some hair over his shoulder and asking, "Who're you?"