alternate_girls (alternate_girls) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-02-24 07:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~juliet mcconnell, ~robert charles hamilton |
Tonight's The Night
Who: Juliet and Hamilton
Where: The Residence of Robert Charles Hamilton
When: Monday Night, February 21
Ever since Juliet had actively started seeing Hamilton her whole scheduled seemed to have turned topsy turvy. Her days seemed to start in the late afternoon and end in the very early hours of the morning just as the sun was set to light the sky. The more she saw of Robert Charles Hamilton, the more her days came to match his.
In a pair of black pants and and grey long sleeved sweater, Juliet McConnell approached the door of Robert Charles Hamilton and lightly pressed a finger to the bell before a brief step back was taken.
Hamilton had been in his office going over some paperwork that Sage had left for him to look over and fill out when the doorbell rang. He doubted Girl Scouts went out past sunset, which meant? It was Juliet. With a fangy grin, Hamilton was quick to make his way downstairs and opened the front door, dressed in black slacks and a light gray collared shirt with a few buttons undone and a black tie loose around his neck. Hrmh. Where had he been today?
"Hi." Juliet smiled softly when the door was opened and she found herself facing the lord of the manor.
"Hi," he replied, stepping aside so that she could enter. "It's funny. I was just thinking about you. Well... you and taxes, but mostly you," he joked.
"Well, I hope the thoughts of me you had were much more pleasant then the ones you had about taxes." Juliet smiled leaning in to lightly kiss the man on the mouth before she moved past Hamilton into the house.
"Oh, that goes without saying," Hamilton replied with a smile, shutting the door behind them as he followed Juliet into the house, leading her towards the living room, since it was always nice and cosy in there. "What brings you here tonight, my love?"
"The same thing that brings me here every time I decide to stop by." Which Juliet found herself doing more and more lately. "You." Juliet smiled to the man as she settled herself down on the sofa. The more she visited the house and its owner, the more attached she seemed to become to the man, and the harder she found it to be able to stay away.
Hamilton smiled and thought that if it were possible, he might have actually blushed then. He sat down on the sofa next to Juliet and brushed his fingers through her hair. "Then I think that I should give you a key. Save you from ringing the bell every time you wanted to visit," he murmured.
"I wouldn't wish to just walk in and find myself interrupting something." Juliet rationed, not that she was refusing the offer of having her own key to Hamilton's home, she in fact was touched by the offer, but Juliet knew the man was entitled to his privacy now and then.
"What could you possibly walk in on?" He asked, searching her eyes curiously. A few things came to mind, admittedly... but he wanted to hear her answer then just assume any fears or worries that she might have.
"I know... I know you have distinct tastes," Juliet started trying to phrase things as delicately as she could manage concerning Hamilton's 'eating' habits, "and I wouldn't want to be an interruption to any of that." While she had willingly allowed Hamilton to feed from her, Juliet felt it would be uncomfortable for both of them if she were to walk in unexpectedly on Hamilton while he was feeding off someone else. Not that he would bring his 'food' home, but Juliet didn't know that he wouldn't.
"That... you don't have to worry about," he replied softly, curling her hair behind her ear. "I … don't bring certain things home with me and that's one of them." It was just safer that way, in his opinion. Whenever he killed or fed, he'd rather it didn't come back to him. He was very careful in that regard.
Juliet smiled softly to him as she kept her eyes fixed to his. "Then I think I'd like to have a key." With her one real fear having been assuaged, Juliet didn't have any further worries about walking into Hamilton's house unannounced.
"Good. I'll get you a spare before you leave," he replied. He had a few spare keys in the kitchen, he was sure. He smiled lightly and leaned over to trail a line of kisses along her neck, fingers lightly tracing along the pulse point out of habit. "I forgot to ask how you've been," he murmured, his lips still on her neck.
"I've been good." Juliet responded, barely audibly, as her eyes fluttered closed. The feel of his mouth at her neck was making it hard for Juliet to concentrate on any coherent thoughts. She had missed that. The way his cool lips felt on the warmth of her skin. The reaction it stirred within her. It brought back memories of that night he chose to drink from her, and even though they hadn't been completely intimate with each other, Juliet still felt a rush of swirling feelings from his attention and the memories of that night.
"Good," he murmured again, smiling slightly as he kissed along her neck. Much like before, he was tempted to drink from her, but he seemed to have mastered self-control where that was concerned. At least, he hoped so. He set one hand on her knee and pulled back to look her in the eyes. "You don't need to go anywhere, do you?"
Juliet caught his gaze with her own when Hamilton drew back slightly to look at her. "No." She answered softly with a faint smile curving. She hadn't had any plans for that night save for the one of her coming there to stay as long as Hamilton welcomed her in his home that evening.
His smile widened and he nodded. He'd hoped that she'd say that. Maybe a little bit for less than pure intentions, but can he be blamed for that? "Then, I'd like for you to consider staying the night."
"I don't think there is anything to consider." Juliet murmured softly. All he needed to do was ask and Juliet would have willingly agreed to stay the night there in his company. "I want to be with you." Juliet breathed barely audible as she leaned in to kiss Hamilton. Every since that night that Hamilton had allowed Juliet into his bed, Juliet had wanted to share full intimacies with the vampire. And it looked like tonight would be the night, but with Hamilton being the gentlemanly vampire he was, Juliet wasn't quite sure that all would transpire.
He let out a soft growl when she kissed him, his hand on her knee moving up slightly to grasp her thigh lightly. He'd honestly wanted more from her the night that he'd fed from her... but recognized her weakness then. Tonight however, he could feel the heat in her body... hear the blood rushing through her veins. And? He hadn't fed from her, which meant that she had energy, more than likely. A gentleman, yes... but he could only take so much. With a grunt, he pulled her into his lap, cupping her ass as he leaned in to kiss her hungrily.
Juliet moaned softly when she found herself shifted from the couch onto Hamilton's lap. Her arms snaked slowly around his neck as she pressed up flush against the man while returning the kiss with the same fervor as it was reciprocated with. The emotions swirling around inside had Juliet wanting the man more then she had ever wanted a man before. No one had touched her feelings to their depths the way Hamilton seemed to have a way of doing.
Hamilton sat up with an audible groan and slid his fingers under Juliet's sweater, pressing his cold hands against the small of her back. They should... probably get up and find somewhere more comfortable, but let's just say that that's not where his mind was at the moment, hm?
Juliet breathed out a gentle moan when she felt the coolness of his his hands on the warmth of her bare skin. "I love you." The words whispered out as she dipped her mouth to kiss along the curve of his neck. And while there might be more comfortable places within the house to continue this, Juliet's mind wasn't quite working that coherently to make such a suggestion. In fact it was running on a single track at the moment.
With a groan, Hamilton cupped Juliet's ass again and stood up, wrapping her legs around his waist before making tracks to his bedroom, stopping every so often to press her up against the nearest wall to kiss her hungrily. "Love you too," he said after a few minutes.