Lena Jacobs (vampiric_lena) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-12-01 20:57:00 |
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Current location: | Eden |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | lena jacobs, place: la, ~devon gibson |
Finally A Damn Date Night
Who: Lena and Devon
When: Friday Evening, 11/26
Where: Eden, Bottom exclusive floor
Wearing her up and a ruffled black dress as she walked downstairs into the part of Eden that she now almost always went to, Emily scanned the room to see if Devon had arrived yet. He hadn't, so she walked to a table and took a seat, ordering herself a glass of wine. He had been busy....rescuing orphans from burning buildings or whatever it was that he did lately, and, other than talking on the phone and text messages, they hadn't had the chance to hang out too much. They were going to rectify that tonight, though. She was going to make sure that they at least spent the entire night together.
Har har. Maybe she hadn't realized it, but just as he had had a profound effect on changing her... She had done the same to him. Sure, he was still good by nature, but now he had no problem with killing criminals, with feeding off of those who hurt others. He was hardly the goody-goody he used to be, and had actually been working the last few weeks on taking down a nest of renegade vamps from Europe that were trying to establish a foothold here. Still, walking in in a black jacket, white t-shirt, and black leather pants, he gave that boyish grin of his and walked over to her.
She just liked to pick on him. Sometimes he made it easy, even if she completely realized that he was quite different than from when she first met him. She smiled over her wine glass as she saw him come inside, standing up to give him a kiss.
He took her into his arms, kissing her with more abandon and less... concern for others opinions than he ever would have when they first got together. Truthfully... the semi-prudish, almost ridiculously old-fashioned gentleman he'd been then was almost totally gone, demolished by a mix of heartbreak and having this gorgeous redhead open his eyes. "How's my girl?"
And wasn't she just happy as a clam to have corrupted him so utterly and completely? Even if she was playing nice now, she was still a wicked little thing, taking an almost child-like and impish delight in things when given the chance. "Doing great now that I'm with you," she said with a smile.
"Been thinking about you, you know..." He admitted, although now, when he said things like that? His face held much less innocence and far more mischief.
Which was just the way Lena truly liked it. "And just what about me have you been thinking about?" she asked, almost sounding innocent when she asked it. Almost.
"All kinds of things, really..." He lowered his voice, leaning in to whisper sensually in her ear, a hand reaching up to brush through that long red hair. "Holding you... hunting with you...." and then, his tone changed to pure deviousness, "wearing you out until neither of us can MOVE..."
She purred as he talked to her, especially at the last part. "And you're just making want to take you home right now and do just that," she said to him. Or to a broom closet, whatever. She wasn't exactly worried about decorum.
"Like I'm going to stop you? In case you haven't noticed..." He made a show of waggling his brows at her in a way that somehow combined boyish charm with devilish mischief. "I'm not exactly the same old Devon anymore..."
She snickered. "Maybe not," she said to him. "Then again, I'm not the same old Lena, anymore, either." Her old version of a fun night included hunting down something young and virginal. Not anymore. She slipped an arm around his neck. "Let me pay my tab and let's get out of here."