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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_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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