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Sofia Martelli (bound_sofia) wrote in bound_rp,
@ 2014-10-20 17:57:00

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complete, guilluame danjou, private, sofia martelli

Hey bite tight and then shake, shake ‘til you lose your mind.
Date: 10/20
Time: 6:00 AM
Location: Skies heading back to Crescent Cove.
Characters: Guillaume d'Anjou, Sofia Martelli
Description: And the adventure leads them home (4/4)
Status: Private, complete.

They hadn't really taken full advantage of the pull out sofa bed on the plane ride last time, but it had been the first thing that Sofia had set her hot little hands on. Pulling it out and spreading plush blankets across the top, the vampire had bundled them both up, without even bothering with the dinner.

If anything, they both needed the rest. "I'll be so ready to get home," she sighed, her fingers gliding along the back of the inked hand that curled around her. "And yet I'm dreading it, too." This depth of her need for this closeness was only continuing to grow, and she knew herself well enough to know that she wouldn't always be smart about it.

But she'd never been good when her emotions were involved.

[1923]

"I'll be fine!" she had told her Sire, smiling sweetly up at him as she adjusted the feather in her hair. Garrison had always been so kind to her; she really couldn't imagine why Guillaume was so insistent. But as much as she trusted his judgment...

...the small crush was just a little too tempting.

The deep purple dress dazzled with all of its crystal embellishments, her fingers idly curling into the pearls around her neck. She'd embraced the luxury of this modern world, and everything in it. Especially the shoes that Guillaume had kept her in ample supply.

She hadn't realized that the place that he was taking her had been that kind of place. A secret club where humans begged to be bitten, to be taken, in hopes of turning and for sexual awakening. But still, when Garrison smiled down at her with his perfect teeth and wrapped his broad shoulder around her, it was nearly impossible for her to not follow along like an eager puppy.

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bound_guillaume
2014-10-21 08:01 pm UTC (link)

He felt tired. Drained. Although the plan had been executed perfectly, it had depending on many variables, multiple factors, all of which had to be aligned perfectly.

Frankly, he hadn't expected to enjoy himself so much. It was a rush to feel useful again, like he was able to influence events once more, rather than observing them from the prison of his chair.

And that... that was something else. For the first time in weeks, he had some hope that this wouldn't be permanent. That he wasn't to be condemned to an eternity without being able to walk again.

Not to mention how he and Sofia had been... together, in that time. It was the chance, perhaps, to see what things might have been, had they not had to hide so much in their time together. He was a little concerned about the way things would be when they returned - even now, he felt an animal pull toward her that was searing in its newness and intensity. He was convinced that someone would catch on, and not entirely certain that Rafael would keep his mouth shut if he could have seen them now.

But, now was now. Away from prying eyes. He squeezed her, his hand flush against her hot skin.

"We're going to need to... tone it down," he said slowly, glancing at her. "Not because I want to."

1923

He leaned against the doorframe as she fussed with her hair, and not for the first time, he felt a surge of pride at her beauty. She was one in a million, he thought.

Not just because of her looks, either, but because of who she was. Guillaume worried about Sofia. He'd warned her again and again to watch herself around the nest, but she was so trusting. She saw the best in people, even after everything that she had been through.

That, really, was her true beauty. He knew a little better, particularly with Garrison. He saw the way that he had looked at Sofia when she wasn't paying attention, and there was something there, lurking behind the gaze. Something hungry, something dark.

He'd mentioned it to Clara, and she'd dismissed him, saying that he was too overprotective of his charge, that she was a big girl and he had to let her discover the world for herself eventually.

He'd grudgingly accepted this, and after telling her that she looked lovely, watched her leave for the night.

Then followed at a reasonable distance.

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bound_sofia
2014-10-21 08:36 pm UTC (link)

Her hand curling around his wrist to lift it, she pressed her other against his so that their palms were together, flat. His inked wrist aligned with hers, she compared the length and width of their fingers, the way they molded together so perfectly. Her fingers slid between his to hold his hand. Tilting her head back, she stared up at him with wide eyes. "You know I enjoy living dangerously..." she chimed, grinning up at him with a toothy grin.

"Speaking of..." Shifting her position to her side, her finger freed his hand so that they could trace the lines upon his stomach. Muscles defined from years of work, and maybe a little from play. "This wasn't easy for you. And I'll never mention it again. But, while we're truly alone, I just...I wanted to acknowledge that. Your sacrifices are noticed - even if only by me."

Stretching towards him, the onyx haired woman placed a kiss against his throat.

[1923]

Sex and alcohol filled the air. She'd smelt it on occasion, of course, but it was infrequent. Still so young to this life, there was much that she had chosen to ignore, and this was one of those things. Swallowing, Sofia looked up at him, her gaze laced with uncertainty.

"Are you certain this this is what you were expecting?" she questioned in her thick accent.

Garrison simply kissed her head and laughed. "Oh, don't worry, baby-doll...I gotcha. You'll like it...I promise."

Hesitant, but trusting, Sofia nodded.

"Now...just find someone you like, and I'll show you how a real vampire has dinner." Sofia's lips twisted, her head shaking.

"I don't think I can do that..." she explained. Her gaze landed upon a woman pressed to a wall, her back arched. She was moaning, writhing, at the vampire feeding upon her, but it was impossible to tell if she was in pain or filled with pleasure. Sofia had a hard enough time not asking please first! She could never be so pushy!

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bound_guillaume
2014-10-21 08:52 pm UTC (link)

He felt her shift, and couldn't help but feel his mouth turn up at the corners slightly as she traced the lines of his stomach, her lips, warm and red, dipping to his throat.

"I didn't sacrifice anything," he murmured, closing his eyes against the sensation. "Others did. That's what war is, make sure the other person loses more than you do."

His hand ran through her hair, and traced small circles on the plane of her back, lazily, drunkenly. He knew this had to end, and soon, too. But for now, the lights of LA receding behind them through the protective glass of the plane, he could just indulge himself. Just for a heartbeat.

"You shouldn't sympathise," he said. "You should be afraid of me. Of what I'm capable of."

1923

He followed them through the streets of the town, and became more and more convinced that he knew where he was taking her. The environment was new, but Guillaume was nothing if not thorough - he'd memorised the vampiric haunts the second that the nest had landed here.

He knew this place. Not by name, but there were a thousand like it throughout the United States. Blood bars. Whorehouses, essentially, for those inclined toward specific persuasions. Mortal men and women gave themselves to their predators here - sometimes freely, most of the time not. They were a blight on the landscape, and although they were technically in contravention of the Accords, they kept springing up. A few weeks at a time, in a factory here, a warehouse there, a meat-packing district another time. Then they'd vanish without a trace when the mortals became too curious, and move on.

He felt his teeth lengthening as he followed the pair, Sofia's movements looking more and more unsure as she approached. She could feel it, he knew, he could sense licks of her nervousness through their bond - but this was a different kind than before. Less butterflies, being with a guy she was sweet on, more like a growing weight.

He stole through the door after them with a glare at the men who kept watch at the door, and who were smart enough to back off, and took up position at the bar in the corner, camouflaged within the crowd. Watching.

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bound_sofia
2014-10-21 09:25 pm UTC (link)

"Your grumpy old man is showing," she snickered, teeth nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh without breaking the skin. "I like the naughty boy much better..." Her fingers inched just a bit lower, ghosting the dip at his hipbone.

She nuzzled into the touch, her own body supple and fluid against his, thick lashes fluttering closed as she laughed. "I'm the one thing still breathing that you could never harm," she murmured in reply. Her toes sliding along his calf, she lifted her head so to catch his gaze with the intensity of her own. "What I feel is strong, but it is quite the opposite of fear. And you can play 'big bad' all you want - but you reciprocate...this plane..the tub...proves me right."

[1923]

Guided towards the back of the basement dwelling, she was hit with the scent of death. Sofia felt sick, but still his hand curled around her wrist and he pulled her through the crowd. Bodies brushing against her, both human and not, her fangs lengthened when one blood covered vampire came too near.

She hissed at him in response, and to Garrison's credit, he did step in between them, daring the dark skinned creature to come near. "It's okay..." he's purred, brushing her hair out of her face and cupping her cheeks with his hands. "I've got you..." He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, and the young woman turned bright red, stunned into place - and into protest. Laughing, her hand was taken and she was guided to the back room.

There were women there, naked and lined in a row like animals, each with a collar around their neck. This was never something the Queen would allow, or Guillaume for that matter - Sofia knew that much. Her hand pressed flat to her belly, a sympathetic look cast towards the women. Strong hands were pressed to her shoulders, Garrison's much larger frame anchoring against he from behind. "Pick one, bella..." The term of endearment felt so wrong on his lips just then...his strong hands feeling more like talons sinking into her shoulders than a gentle touch. "Pick..." he repeated. She suddenly was acutely aware of something else against her bottom, and her teeth set in confusion as to how this place could give him that reaction.

Swallowing, Sofia selected the smallest girl, offering a faint smile. She seemed so young and terrified - almost as she had looked not that long ago. She might have even looked a bit like that, now...

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bound_guillaume
2014-10-21 09:48 pm UTC (link)

The fact that he could just about feel her feet on his calf was exhilarating enough, let alone the... sensation it provoked in him, along with the way her hands were roaming over him. Before this weekend, it had been a long while since he'd been in this position with another woman, let alone Sofia, of all people.

He still didn't know quite how this had happened, but those were questions for another time. Any time but now, really.

He gripped her wrist with a lightning-fast movement, acting before she could react, and used the strength in his upper body to turn her onto her back, the muscles in his tattooed arm underneath her taking his weight as he levered his body onto hers. Not quite touching, but close enough for the warmth of their hyper-metabolic bodies to mingle, creating the illusion of electricity, in some ways, between them.

His lips dipped to the hollow of her neck, then, breathing lightly against her skin, brushing ever-so-slightly without really touching it. He repeated the same thing in a spot a few centimetres up, near the curve of her shoulder, before dipping to the slight rise between her collarbone, ribs and breast, still not quite touching her, even as his hand held her wrist firmly against the mattress.

He glanced up at her, his eyes meeting hers, before murmuring in a low voice, the breath of his words caressing her skin.

"You still haven't learned that some men are dangerous."

1923

He watched the pair move to the back room, and he took his drink with him, occupying a table just by the curtain, after clearing it of the amorous couple who were occupying it by baring his teeth. Vampires, in some ways, were far more animalistic than they ever had been as humans. Notions of alpha mechanics still held true, the mark of one superior in every way singing through the mana in their blood, or whatever it was that powered their infection.

He felt her out through the bond, stretching his senses out to her, while hiding his presence. He felt the lurch in her stomach, conflicted with the excitement and the embarrassment and the unacknowledged arousal that Garrison's kiss had inspired in her. But now... confusion. Dread, perhaps.

He set the glass to one side, ready to storm the room at a moment's notice, if he felt she needed him. Regardless of whether she'd thank him for it. He had a building sickness in his chest about the way this was headed.

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bound_sofia
2014-10-21 10:21 pm UTC (link)

That surprised squeal slipped past her lips once again, the dominant (though some might argue bossy) woman now in a position to submit. Desire was in her eyes, though, and affection. With him, she didn't at all mind the switch.

The slightest arch of her back would have pressed them against each other, but the static was far too tantalizing. Her heart pounding in her chest, her body relaxed against the mattress and her head fell back. There's my guy...

Full bottom lip slipping between her teeth, it was as if her body were being kissed by the wings of a butterfly. Touching, but never touched, her skin sparked wherever his mouth roamed.

"Mhmmm...." she purred, her voice low with temptation. "Or maybe I just realized that danger turns me on..." Thighs were curious limbs, and Sofia's hip shifted beneath him so that the inner flesh of hers slipped along the outside of his.

[1923]

The woman came forward, and immediately Sofia reached out with her gentle touch, resting it lightly against her forearm. "Hello..." she murmured softly, her head tipping to the side. She could smell it in the girl, the fear, she could hear it in her racing heart and in the whites of her eyes. It hurt Sofia on an emotional level to even think of hurting her.

Garrison however, curled his thick fingers around the chain attached to her neck and dragged both women towards one of the empty rooms. "This way..."

'It's okay...' The Italian formed the words on her lips for the young girl, who couldn't have been out of her teens yet, and curled her own fingers around hers. The door was slammed shut.

"They're food, Bella," he insisted, shoving the innocent onto the bed. Chocolate eyes rose to regard him, the hintings of frustration evident. "Oh, don't look at me like that..." He gripped the younger vampire's upper arm and drug her towards the bed. "He's not been teaching you very well." Garrison's face shifted then, what once had been so charming and polite, now dangerous. "But I'll fix it for you. I'll show you..."

"Let go of me, Garrison. And let her go." Turning to the girl, her body visibly shaking, Sofia's slender form shifted so that she was between the man and the child. That only made him angrier.

Sofia didn't realize what was happening until it was too late, and the older vampire's fangs had sunk into the nude girl's thigh, ripping at her flesh like a rabid beast. "Let go!" Sofia yelled, dropping her purse onto the bed and grabbing the man by the shoulder with both hands.

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bound_guillaume
2014-10-21 10:46 pm UTC (link)

He couldn't help the slight snarl that escaped his lips, driven from the fire inside his blood that had been ignited, reciprocated, and recycled through their connection, turning and turning until it reached a critical mass.

He wondered why they hadn't done this years ago, even though there had been a few flashpoints, throughout the years, where he knew that both of them had thought about it. Never acted on it, though, not like this.

His rough, calloused hand ran over her, starting at her jaw, gliding down her neck, between her breasts, over the flat, hard plane of her stomach, skimming her abdomen, before it reached her thigh. He gripped it firmly, levering it up as his hips moved of their own accord, grinding against hers lightly as his teeth brushed the skin of her neck, the same skin he had bitten into so many times over the past few days. The sharp points scored tiny white lines in the soft flesh, only slightly scarred from the first time he'd torn into her, when she was still human. The lines welled up with blood, and he kissed it away, feeling the electric thrill as he tasted her.

His eyes rose up to meet hers, their lips less than a hair's breadth apart, before he smiled wickedly, and rolled away, his arm still under her neck, and he breathed deeply.

"Sofia Martelli," he growled. "You'll be the death of me."

1923

He felt her move away, and he didn't like the rest of what he could sense from her. He abandoned the drink and walked into the room, through the curtain, his lips curling in disgust at what he saw there.

He made a note to come back when this was over and burn it to the ground. Clara would not have approved in the slightest, and he certainly didn't. He could only imagine what would happen if the Guardians discovered it.

Two men moved to intercept him, and he growled, a deep, rolling noise that no human throat could have made. The room went silent, and the two men looked at each other nervously, before stepping aside. He moved over to the antechamber, and heard her yell. Rage flooded through him, the overwhelming desire to protect her...

...but something stopped him. He didn't feel pain from her, not yet.

Perhaps the others were right, and perhaps he had been sheltering her too much. Maybe it was time to see how she reacted.

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bound_sofia
2014-10-21 11:42 pm UTC (link)

It was primal, instinctual, a connection that ran through their bodies and coursed through their blood. Guillaume's essence flowed through her, and it was only a matter of time before he'd claimed her in the last possible way. They were both begging for it at this point.

His touch scorched her skin, setting her body on fire and making her ache. Her hand slipped into his hair, curling into the softness of it. Her head turned, her neck offered so freely for him to feast upon. So close...Her leg wrapped around him, the heel of her foot, encouraging him to....just...

"Son of a bitch!" she hissed, her teeth clacking together. It was her job to taunt and to torment and to make him tremble with lust. And here she was the one begging for it. Scowling over at him, she thumped his chest with the back of her hand. "Guillaume d'Anjou.... you have no idea. You only think you can't walk right now...just wait until you're all fixed up and I get hold of you!"

[1923]

A snarl, low and deep slipped past. What had once seemed to be a man was now nothing but a monster. His strong arm reaching behind him, Sofia found herself slammed onto the bed, flat on her stomach with her thighs forced apart by his knee. He was a rabid beast and she was the new prey to dominate.

"He can't help you here." It was a guttural laugh, wicked in its hatred. His hands slipped under her dress, his damped chin smearing the girl's blood into her hair, against her cheek. "I can see why he's taken such a liking to you...but real men don't want something so...pathetic. And he can't hear you scream here."

Sofia wanted to scream, but she wouldn't oblige the monster. She wouldn't. It was then that she felt it beneath her belly. Pressing her bottom further against him (as mush as it disgusted her to do) her fingers slipped into her purse. His hand slipped so close...in...

Her own coiled around the trigger.

The trigger squeezed, though aimed at nothing, sent the bullet flying into the wall. Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth, forcing herself not to whimper at the pain. The silver bullet had grazed her hip, but it also had startled him enough to make him stop.

"Fucking...bitch!"

Sofia was turned to face him with a quick jerk and a slap to her face. But the tears in her eyes were not the result of fear, but of rage. The next shot that rang out sent blood and brain matter splattering onto her face, covering her pretty new dress and matting the feather in her hair.

But Sofia didn't care. "Point and shoot...bitch."

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bound_guillaume
2014-10-22 12:01 am UTC (link)

He laughed as she thumped his chest and cussed him out, before he pulled at her arm, using his strength and the momentum of her body to slide her over so that her legs were on either side of his hips, separated only by thin pieces of material.

He pulled her again, his hand coming around to the back of her neck as he drew her in, lips crashing together with unfulfilled, barely contained passion. Their fangs were both sharp and elongated, and they sliced at each other inadvertently, but he suspected that neither of them cared, even as trails of their mingled blood escaped from between their joined lips. The kiss continued as his hands roamed over her, learning the contours of her body in a more intimate and personal way than he had ever done so before, memorising her curves, stroking here, squeezing there, feeling and sensing and engraving the touch of her onto his mind.

He broke the kiss, but didn't separate far, breathing heavily.

"Last chance," he whispered. "Before you're really mine, in every way."

1923

At the sudden rush of fear, he headed toward the door, and the two men who had let him pass before decided against it this time.

One came in from the side while the other vectored from behind, both aiming punches at his head and kidneys simultaneously. He blocked one, but felt the other dig into the small of his bag, eliciting a grunt from him. He turned, and smashed his elbow down savagely onto his assailant, who hit the floor and did not move again.

Then he heard the gun. The other man had moved in front, and was swinging again, but Guillaume didn't think, just reacted, swelling with the need to get to her. He smashed the man's arm to one side, breaking it, before he grabbed him by the lapels and threw him forward.

He sailed through the door, reducing it to splinters, and landing with an undignified crunch as more bones broke. Guillaume stepped through and stamped on the man's neck, breaking it, before he looked up. Sofia had the gun, smoking, aimed at him. But not. He looked down, and saw what remained of Garrison lying on the floor, gore liberally decorating the room around him.

He stepped forward hurriedly, and placed his hands over hers, lowering the gun, before he gripped her tightly.

"It's okay, it's okay," he whispered into her ear. "You did well, my little wolf. You're safe."

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bound_sofia
2014-10-22 12:33 am UTC (link)

The back and forth was all but habit now, her legs easily conforming to the shape of his body, her own not at all needing any encouragement to do so. Any snark she might have had was forgotten, her lips meeting his with equal abandon. Teeth and tongues mixed with scarlet honey, and Sofia purred like a kitten into his mouth.

Wriggling and writhing, there was no doubt what she wanted. The images of passion filled both their minds so completely that she wasn't sure where her fantasies ended and his began. Or maybe they were just so fused at this point that they had become the same. Breathe ragged and her voice gravel, even the heat of their words entangled between them.

"You fill my mind, my blood. And I ache for that, too...I'm pretty sure you can tell how much..." Her hips rocked, then, her own body swollen and tender. "All of you claiming all of me is worth waiting for. But in the mean time..." Licking her lips, she slipped beneath the sheets...

[1923]

It sounded like a war was going on outside, but all she could focus on was the ringing in her ears...and utter silence behind her. Sofia didn't need to look behind her to know that the girl was dead - he'd been far too aggressive with his bite.

But then she felt him. That lifeline that tethered them together. "Guillaume..." his name slipped forth, a soft prayer, a plea for him to find her, to whisk her away, back to the safety of his arms and his bed.

And as if heaven had granted her wish, he was there. Strong and perfect, the moment his hands touched her own, her hand splayed wide to release the weapon and tighten into the fabric of his shirt. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." it was all she could say, whimpering and nuzzling against him.

But it wasn't the corpse that she as apologizing for. She was apologizing for not listening. And for ruining her new outfit.

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