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Herrick Turner ([info]14_to_life) wrote in [info]inshadowfalls,
@ 2010-09-04 19:46:00

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Entry tags:herrick turner, reid nolan

Who ? Herrick Turner and Reid Nolan
Where ? The Waverly
When ? Shortly after Reid comes to Shadow Falls
What ? Taking care of business (every day!)
Rating ? Nothing too grizzly for this game.



It had been a long time since Herrick had seen Reid Nolan. How long he wasn't entirely sure, he wasn't exactly the sort of person that kept track of time unless it directly involved him, which, of course, Reid didn't. At least he didn't until he'd gotten the letter from his father telling him he'd gotten in a little too deep and now he needed to put his son somewhere safe. He hadn't mentioned his wife in the letter, something Herrick found curious but was determined to ask about when the saw the boy in person.

Once he'd told Mr. Nolan he would keep an eye on his son he'd set up a room for Reid at the Waverly Inn. Truth be told his appearance in Shadow Falls couldn't have been any better timed. He was going to turn Dillon in fifteen days and one of the things he'd definitely need for the process was humans. A lot of humans. Unlike Oshin, who was the last person in town to make a new vampire, Herrick refused to let Dillon drink blood from the bank. He'd never done it and there was no reason for Dillon not to follow his example.

In the pocket of his coat was a smooth, silver bracelet. He wasn't sure if the human had figured out he'd moved into a town of vampires or if he understood the claiming process but he was about to become very familiar with the latter really soon. He knocked on the door and jiggled the door handle in an annoyed way while he waited. He hated hotel rooms and their fancy key cards.



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[info]14_to_life
2010-09-09 05:22 pm UTC (link)
If there was one thing that Herrick had learned over the years when it came to relationships and getting laid it was that most everyone was interested in being dominated and what everyone wanted was to be made to feel special, especially when they were younger and inexperienced. They wanted to be shown the way, to enjoy the pleasure and not worry about pleasing. It worked out good for him because he always liked to be on top.

"I'm getting there!" He chided him for being rushed and looked up at Reid with a slow smile. "Although you sound real pretty when you beg." He loved it when people begged. He bit the spot on his thigh although it wasn't anywhere near hard enough to make him bleed, he just rolled the flesh around in his teeth.

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[info]rnolan
2010-09-10 06:16 pm UTC (link)
Maybe some of that applied to Reid, maybe. Although he didn't care so much about being made to feel special. For the most part he was just too chicken to admit he had a thing for guys as much as he liked girls. Herrick didn't ask what Reid liked or what he wanted, so Reid never had to admit that the way the vampire touched him, licked and put his mouth on him turned him on.

The way that Herrick looked up at him and bite him but not enough to break the skin was antagonizing, god he just wanted to feel that pleasure, what was he waiting for.

A soft low whine escape him, he'd beg again if he had to but he didn't want to.

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