Whoever said "Don't play with fire" never had fire play back Who: Jezebelle and Graham Where: Moonlit Garden When: Night Warning: NSFW
The black 1972 Chevelle came to a stop several blocks away from Moonlit Garden. While the lights went off the engine continued to purr. Graham sat there, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. Approximately two hours earlier he had finished off the last bit of coke he had purchased from Miami, which meant that the drug had finally worn off and was making his mind race. He hoped Jezebelle would be there and keep her end of the deal. He also hoped that there weren't any suspicious people hanging around, mainly the police. There was only one time in his life that Graham had to sprint - not run, sprint - for his life after a drug deal was uncovered by the cops. He waited for a moment, watching a few cars drive by. The paranoia that came once the drug wore off was always a struggle. Once he had his coke from Jezebelle he could relax. After waiting for five minutes to pass by with no cars in sight, Graham killed the engine, slipped out of his car, locked the doors, and headed towards the shop.
Graham entered the Moonlit Garden, taking in the interior again as he shut the door quietly. There wasn't anyone inside, or at least in plain sight. He remembered how Jezebelle snuck up on him the previous night. Perhaps she was hiding again. Leaning against the door frame he let out a massive sigh, calming his nerves before calling out.
"Hello?" He paused for a second then continued. "Jezebelle?"
Jezebelle slipped out of the shadows, coming from the back room in the blink of an eye. She'd been expecting Graham, and found herself nervous about the occasion. Now that her head was clear, she wondered if she'd been completely out of her mind the night before. What she remembered was heated and extreme, a sense of excitement that had been lacking in her life as of late.
"Good evening, Graham," she said with a little smile. "Sleep well?" Her little hideaway bed wasn't anything exciting, but it had allowed him a place to stay without driving home. In an odd way, he'd spent the night in her bed... just with her absent from it.
"Best sleep I've had in months, actually." He pushed himself off the door frame, removing his hat while slowly closing the distance between the two of them. "I also found that hotel you were talking about the other night and managed to snag a room for the evening. Figured I can't live in your back room over there, so..."
Shrugging his shoulders, Graham ceased walking, leaving about a few feet between him in Jezebelle. The anxiety he was feeling back in the car was not nearly as bad, especially with her there. Worst case scenario was that the shop would be close with no Jezebelle in sight. Next worse scenario was that the shop was open, but Jezebele wouldn't be around. Both meant he would be without any cocaine to hold him over, but seeing that neither had happened he could relax for the time being. It now came down to whether or not Jezebelle held her end of the bargain.
"Um... did you sleep well...?" His eyes blinked in confusion, followed by a short chuckle. "I'm sorry, I don't even know if vampires sleep or not."
So he hadn't stayed; Jezebelle hadn't been sure, and hadn't allowed herself to check the room and find out. It was probably better that he didn't. "I slept fine," she said, smiling. "And yes, we do sleep. Or some of us do. It depends on the line." Her line required sleep and she'd be more than cranky if she didn't get it. Other family lines might be different. She supposed that some didn't require sleep, but she believed that almost every being needed some time to quiet their mind or they'd go insane.
"I take it you were pleased with my product," Jezebelle said, beckoning for him to follow as she headed into the back room. Even if it was night, the main room of the shop was not a place to conduct a drug deal. Anyone could peek in through the windows and she preferred not to get caught.
And follow he did. Just the mention of her "product" created some sort of invisible leash between the two, and a short one at that. Graham walked closely behind her, entering the back room that he was in the previous night. Everything was coming back to him and he swore for a second he could taste the cocaine again. As he recalled last night's events he remembered Jezebelle tasting his blood and how sensual of an experience it was. Graham was pretty certain there shouldn't have been anything alluring about being bitten and sucked on... Ok, maybe there was, but not when blood was involved. A chill went up his spine as he dismissed the thoughts, turning his attention to Jezebelle.
"Beyond pleased. You'd put most of Miami and half of the west coast to shame with what you got." Graham smiled, trying his best to not swear around her. It was hard, but for what he was getting out of it he didn't mind for the time being.
"I try my best," she smirked. "I've had plenty of time to perfect my methods." Jezebelle remembered when cocaine was just coming out into the market, back when it had been used for medical purposes. That time had passed, but it's value had increased substantially. The addictive nature made it's users rather loyal, but Jezebelle didn't really care about Graham's health. They both got what they wanted, so nothing else really mattered.
Digging into her purse, Jezebelle pulled out a little box, then turned to set it on the table. Inside was a baggy, filled with cocaine. Used sparingly, it could last for months, but Graham seemed like a more regular user than that. "This is from the same batch as last night's," she told him. "You'll just have trust me on that till you try it."
The moment it hit the table Graham had already reached out to the box and quickly opened it up. His eyes immediately widened along with his brows perking up, mumbling some obscenity to himself as he eyed the baggy. At least all the worst case scenarios were out the window now. His nerves calmed down rapidly while closing the box back up. Graham was tempted to take a hit, no doubt about it, but he still had to uphold his side of the deal. The other night Jezebelle let him taste first before she had her chance. It only seemed fair and proper to let her go first. Once he placed the box down he immediately began searching for a chair.
"Oh, I believe you have my trust." Graham managed to find a chair hiding in the corner. "Hook, line, sinker, all that crap." He brought the chair back over to Jezebelle, immediately sitting down in it before her. "And it's only fair if I hold my end of the deal, right?"
His jacket was already off when he finished his sentence. All that was left was his tie to be loosened and the first few buttons on the top of his button-down shirt. Graham awaited for a response before doing that.
Jezebelle laughed, amused at his reactions. Last night he'd been nervous about the exchange, whereas tonight he seemed not the least bit bothered. "A little anxious, are we?" she asked, taking a step closer once he sat down on the chair. This time she could feed on him without the high of the drugs, letting her have a better clue as to what he really was. The fae blood was for sure-- she'd never mistake that-- but whatever else was there, she needed another taste of. Not that she expected his blood to be perfectly clean. He was too much of an addict to be pure.
"Mind if I have a seat?" she asked before promptly sitting down on his lap. If there was a ladylike way to do so, she'd gone with it, though she had to admit she didn't often sit in other men's laps. Reaching up, her fingers began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt. "So, last night you were wondering if it hurt," she said, looking up into his eyes. "Did it?"
Graham had expected Jezebelle to circle around him and lean in to nibble on his neck, but when she asked for a seat, well... he wasn't going to refuse that option either. Not like he could respond by the time she plopped down in his lap. He shifted for a moment, making sure to be comfortable without her slipping out. And just to make sure, he placed a hand softly at the small of her back, simply to reassure she wouldn't fall. It wasn't a long way to the floor, but she was a lady and Graham was merely being polite.
"Well, yeah it did." He chuckled, his free hand tugging at his tie, loosening it up for Jezebelle. "Not nearly as painful as I thought it'd be, but it did hurt. At least for a second. And then-" For a second his eyes glanced to the side while he bit his lower lip. This was going to be hard to explain. "And then it was a bit... well-" His brown eyes shot back up to meet with hers. "Intoxicating." He took a moment to stare into her eyes, beginning to have second thoughts about whether or not the bite itself was arousing or simply Jezebelle herself or just the cocaine doing its magic last night. "I mean... is that suppose to happen?"
As she unfastened his shirt and pulled back his collar, Jezebelle brushed her fingers over the bite mark from the night before. The bit of her blood that she'd brushed over the wound had helped it heal at an accelerated rate, but it was still too fresh to bite there again, not without scarring him. Luckily, the other side of his neck was still available. She wasn't sure she was ready to ask for some of the other places worth biting.
"It's been a long time since I was human and bitten, but yes, it can be like that," she said with a little smirk. "Not always, and certainly not with me. Some vampires have the ability to glamour you and make it feel good, but that's not a power I possess, so..." She was pleased that he'd enjoyed it, since she'd made the effort to be careful. When she was in the mood to hunt, she was not quite so kind. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said softly.
A gentle moan escaped Graham, closing his eyes when her fingers ran over his skin. He was definitely having second thoughts about the intoxicating part, especially with the way her fingers glided over him. With a clear mind he would be able to tell the difference now. For all he knew the cocaine could have tricked him into thinking things. It wouldn't be the first time it happened.
"Then maybe you're doing something else that made it enjoyable." Graham pointed out, cocking a brow up as he smiled to her.
"Possibly," Jezebelle said, her smirk now more pronounced. "Shall we try it again and find out?" It was assumed that she could have her taste of him, hence the reason for her sitting upon his lap in the first place, but it still felt polite to ask. In other situations she would have taken when she wanted, but this was supposed to be a civil exchange. She would take when offered, just as he would. Still, it felt like more than that. There was a flutter of butterflies in her chest that reminded her of a rapid heartbeat, but she had none.
"You don't have to ask." His eyes watched her smirk grow, feeling as if she were hiding something. Whatever it was, if she even was in the first place, Graham was eager to find out. He took in a deep breath, relaxing his body for the initial pain that he clearly remembered from the other night. No amount of cocaine could hide that up. Well, maybe there was an amount, but Graham wouldn't be alive afterwards. "I'm all yours."
With permission granted, Jezebelle grinned, then lowered her mouth down to his neck. She placed an open mouth kiss against his skin, tasting him as her hand rested on the other side of his neck, keeping him steady. She sucked gently before sinking her teeth in, inflicting the pain that she had no way to prevent. That was all she needed before withdrawing her fangs and beginning to drink, just as intoxicated as she'd been the night before.
Graham closed his eyes, biting his lip hard. Definitely wasn't the cocaine from the other night that got him all riled up. While Jezebelle prepared to feast on him, his hand slowly traveled from her lower back up to her shoulder blades. He sucked the air in hard when her fangs broke the skin, causing him to cling his hand a bit tighter onto her. Hopefully it didn't take Jezbelle by surprise. Once the initial pain was gone, Graham released his lip from his teeth and let out a blissful sigh.
She felt his body tense, his hand tighten, all for that sweet moment when his blood splashed upon her tongue. While last night had been fun, it didn't allow her the full taste of his blood, half running with cocaine at the time. Tonight the taste of fae in him was stronger, along with that warmth that she was sure must make him a fire element. Her senses began to amp themselves up and she could once again feel her body warming with his blood. Jezebelle moaned softly, eagerly sucking and licking at his neck as she felt him relax. At least they could both enjoy it.
For a moment Graham felt her icy hand melt away. His body was always warmer than normal, thus it made it hard to distinguish if she removed it or it... warmed up? With a quick glance from the corner of his eye, he noted her hand was still firmly placed on his shoulder. That made no sense to him at all. Then Jezebelle did a lovely job at breaking his train of thought, tilting his head back with a drawn out moan while she teased his neck. Well, it felt like teasing. For all he knew she was still enjoying his blood. Somewhere in the back of his mind Graham enjoyed the thought that perhaps it was more than just that.
"How long will this hold you over?" Graham's voice was softer compared to his normal, powerful tone. "I would hate to short change you on our little deal." His hand began skimming across her upper back, gliding over Jezebelle while she remained clinging onto his neck.
After drinking her fill, Jezebelle bit her lip, bringing her own blood into the mix, just as she had last time. It helped him heal faster, assisting the body's ability to clot as she licked him clean. She stayed close, her mouth moving lower without biting, just because she wanted to. He was so completely intoxicating that it was hard to draw away, though she told herself that if she drank too much, there might not be a next time. Two nights in a row was plenty and she was good not to over do it. "Long enough," she smiled against his skin. "I didn't really need any tonight, since I had you last night, but you're difficult to pass up." Especially when he was her own kind of high. She loved the way fae blood made her feel, and in this case the package was rather nice as well.
"Really?" Graham perked up a brow as he tilted his head to the side. His nose bumped playfully into her neck, allowing him to take in her scent gradually. The aroma surrounding the alluring vampire seemed similar to the flowers that were on display in the main room. Then again, Graham didn't have the best sense of smell in the world, but whatever it was it tickled at his senses, causing him to smile softly. "Dare I ask what makes me difficult to pass up?"
"We all have our addictions," Jezebelle said, again pressing an open mouthed kiss against his skin. The blood flow was slowly stopping, thanks to her own blood and how careful she'd been to keep the wound shallow. It made it more obvious that her attention was no on tasting him, rather than just his blood. "Your blood's special. It's what I look for, when I can get it." Nuzzling his neck, she closed her eyes. "With your blood, I can see my flowers by the light of day."
A chill shot through his body, a very pleasant one. It was rather apparent that Jezebelle wasn't just after his blood. Her lips against his skin caused him to bump his face some more into neck, pulling it away only to look down at her. "Well, I'm glad I can be of use." Graham didn't fully understand what she meant by that. He knew that vampires were weak against the sun, but didn't like, burst into flames and perish upon contact with it. Why would his blood enable to her to see her flowers during the day? Was she exaggerating? He would have asked eagerly, but the sight of Jezebelle nestled in his neck was far more entertaining than pummeling her with questions.
Graham brought his hand up some more, his fingertips dragging across the back of her neck before entangling into her lush hair. He eyed her intently while his fingers began massaging her scalp. Oh, how content she looked. It only made the smile on his face grow.
Jezebelle practically purred, content to cling to his warmth while his fingers moved into her hair. She knew she shouldn't be there, perched on his lap when her sire was available, but he wasn't there now. Besides, he wasn't this warm and unpredictable. Well, yes, he was unpredictable, but she could occasionally guess at it, whereas with Graham she knew so little. Just like she could have never seen herself where she was now, since she didn't make a habit of snuggling with her clientele. "I suppose you'll be wanting your turn now," she said, slowly raising her head to meet his eyes. A bit of her blood stained her lips from where she'd bit him, her eyes hazy from the high.
As their eyes met, the flickering light in Graham's flared up with intensity. Keeping his gaze on her, he brought up his free hand to her lips, gently gliding his thumb across to wipe the blood away. His thumb then traced the corner of her mouth, making its way down her neck where he slowly rested his hand against.
"I think that can wait." Graham pressed his forehead into Jezebelle's still staring into her eyes. The mention of having his turn made the elemental briefly think of the cocaine that was given to him. With how much Graham took in on a daily basis it would last him several weeks, maybe a month if he skipped several days. But other thoughts were dominating his mind when she mentioned Graham taking his turn, and cocaine was quickly pushed out of the mix.
A shiver ran up Jezebelle's back as he brushed his thumb across her lips, and she could feel the goosebumps rise as his hand trailed down to rest on her neck. What was more forbidden than blood and drugs? Jezebelle was willing to bet it had something to do with the taste of his lips and the warmth that came from more than just tasting him. "Yes... it can," she said absently as her fingers slid up into the hair on the back of his neck. Cocaine could come later. From where they were, Jezebelle was willing to bet this could be a rush of a significantly different kind.
"It definitely can." His voice dropped to barely a whisper in response to Jezebelle, eyes still locked onto her. He nuzzled gently against her face, breathing in steadily as he closed his eyes. With his hand grasping her neck securely, Graham eased in closer, tilted his head, parted his lips ajar, and delicately locked them onto her own. His lips remained motionless for a moment, taking in the sensation of Jezebelle's lips. The gentle moan of approval escaping Graham was muffled by their lips, causing him to pull back slightly. It wasn't long until he nuzzled back in, kissing her again, though more firmly.
Jezebelle whimpered softly as his lips met hers, the warmth of them a forgotten shock. How long had it been since she'd kissed a living, breathing human? She was willing to bet she'd been living herself, rather than undead and cool to the touch. At least this evening, she was somewhat warm, also thanks to him. Jezebelle kissed him back, the pressure building with her courage as she ignored the screaming voice in the back of her head that reminded her of the loyalty she had to her sire. He'd been absent lately, both emotionally and physically, at least in terms of what she wanted. Graham had that spark, and that was what mattered.
Upon feeling the vampire give in more, his hand slipped away from her neck rather quickly and found home at her lower back. Without hesitation, Graham forcefully, yet smoothly brought Jezebelle in closer to him. The sensation of her body pressed up against his made Graham coo back for her. Seconds ago she was a cold vessel, but now she was almost as warm to the touch as he was. Now was not the time to figure out how the vampire warmed herself up. He had much pent up frustrations inside, thanks to the string of women he had bumped into since returning to Scarlet Oak. Now was the time to act on that. With his hand firmly holding her in place against him, Graham continued kissing her while his other hand remained entangled in her hair and massaging her scalp.
Despite her upbringing and her past experience with men, Jezebelle wasn't scared of these sort of situations. In this case, she thought she had control of the situation and could change it if she wanted to. She didn't want to, though, as she was happy enjoying his touch, his hand on her back and in her hair. Deepening the kiss, her teeth scraped lightly across his bottom lip, teasing without injury. As much as she might enjoy the taste of blood, she didn't think he'd appreciate it. These were little things she had never thought of, never having kissed a human as a vampire. It had been so very long. Jezebelle's free hand slid down to his chest, feeling his beating heart beneath her hand.
His heart raced against her hand, thumping rapidly as the two locked lips. Graham let out a content sigh as her teeth scrapped against his lip. If anything, it clued him in more on how innocent or not she was. A smirk formed on his lips as he opened his eyes briefly, the brown orbs engulfed in a fiery stare. "You little minx." He whispered roughly to Jezebelle before teasing her back with his tongue, delicately running the tip across her lower lip. It was only fair that if she was going to tease him that he would be able to do the same to her. Before she had a chance to react, Graham closed the small distance between them and sealed his lips against hers.
If Jezebelle had known he was wondering about her innocence, she would have fallen over laughing. With all that she'd been through, it was a word that could hardly apply to her, even if she'd been loyal to the same man for more years than most people could even live. Despite being liplocked with Graham, Jezebelle still considered herself loyal to her sire; she'd just found herself a very pleasant distraction, not worth passing up. His words made her smirk, his response earning a shiver, and Jezebelle moaned against his lips. Though the sound was muffled, she was sure he'd feel the vibration and she smiled into the kiss. As someone who didn't need a break for air, she'd leave that up to him.
Graham was quite pleased, to say the least, with her reaction, definitely feeling her moans as they kissed. It only fueled the fire burning inside of him to grow rapidly, which was amazing on his end, and perhaps the same with Jezebelle, especially after pleased reactions. He reluctantly slipped his hand out from her hair and brought it down to her legs, tracing the fabric of her long skirt with his fingertips. It wasn't long until he bunched up the material, exposing more of her leg for him to caress. After a second of feeling her warm skin, Graham grabbed a hold of her and abruptly pulled her in much closer, making sure she was properly straddling his body. Now that Jezebelle was where he wanted her to be, he was able to return his hand back to her head and force her into his lips. Not like Graham absolutely had to, but he enjoyed how Jezebelle reacted to his sudden actions.
Jezebelle was surprised to say the least. Men hadn't been quite so forward the last time she'd ventured to be intimate with them, but then they were known to surprise her as well. In this case, she was pleased with the result, and laughed softly against Graham's lips as she continued to kiss him. She could feel him much more completely now, with her body pressed against his, and she thought she ought to be embarrassed about the state of her skirt. At least she was maintaining her modesty, due to their compromising position. "I suppose you think I do this all the time," she snickered against his lips. Jezebelle wasn't easy, but she also planned on getting what she wanted, when she wanted it.
"Do what, tease the fuck out of your clients to the point where they're craving more than just your drugs?" Graham leaned back to shoot a seductive glare at her. "Didn't really cross my mind until now, though I have to say-" He brought his face in closer, his lips tracing her jawline, progressively making his way to her ear. His teeth nibbled at her earlobe briefly, breathing heavily before he continued. "You are driving me up a fucking wall right now, Jezebelle. I did tell you I couldn't help myself if you kept it up, didn't I?"
That said, his lips trailed down her neck, kissing her skin passionately until they came to the collar of her top. Her outfit was quite lovely and modest - well, modest compared to half the slutty outfits most women wore these days. It intrigued Graham, especially when he had to search a bit longer than normal to find where the hell exactly the top came undone. He was relieved to find a few ties holding it together in the back, quickly loosening them before peeling away the garment, first revealing more of her neck and then her collarbone. Graham's lips followed behind, planting tender, warm kisses on every inch of skin that was exposed.
Having just fed, Jezebelle was capable of blushing, and blush she did. She'd been flirting, yes, but it hadn't occurred to her that a man could have such a strong response. If one had before, he'd definitely not voiced it. Where the language had sounded harsh before, sounding crude happened to have a different appeal this time. "Never had one crave more and actually get it," she snickered. If they'd gone for something more than she'd been expecting, they were likely to get their throat ripped out. One thing Jezebelle didn't handle well was unwanted advances. Luckily, this was very much wanted.
As he pealed back her top, Jezebelle raised a hand to keep it up, the modesty instinctual. They were in a well lit room, just sitting and-- and anyone could walk in! But his kisses were lovely, making her body hotter than she thought possible. It wasn't just an imagined heat, as she thought was usually the case when she was with her sire, but she could almost feel a hint of sweat. Perhaps she was delusional, though they hadn't dived into the drugs, so that shouldn't be the case.
Graham paused, his eyes darting up to her the moment she held her top up. While he did enjoyed being teased on and off, he was beyond that point now. "Don't act shy on me now," he groaned. He reached for Jezebelle's hand, grabbing it firmly at first, though once he pulled it to his face the grip softened dramatically. With his eyes still locked on hers, Graham began kissing the back of her hand, making his way to her palm. Oh, how warm her skin felt. It still puzzled him how that was remotely possible. He wondered if it was some sort of effect he had on her, though little did he know that it was more than just sweet kisses that were warming Jezebelle up.
For a second there was panic, the force behind his hand reminding her of things she'd tried to forget. Never would she let a man take advantage of her again, but then this didn't feel like that a second later. The see-saw of emotions had her off balance and it took her a moment to soften, his kisses helping her along the way. "Someone might see us," she said, casting a glance around nervously. She could almost feel her heart pounding in her chest, though she knew it must be still and dead, as it had been for years. It was difficult for her to tell if the nerves were due to her new lover or the location, as neither were commonplace.
It didn't entirely register with Graham that Jezebelle could possibly be uncomfortable. For a second he open his mouth, ready to say something to the effect of "I'm up for putting on a show if you are," but the tension in her stare and body made Graham think otherwise for a change. He kept her hand close to him, nuzzling affectionately into it as his mind raced. Where the hell could he take her? There was the sealed-off room in the back, but with the lack of light he figured there would be more danger than fun. Last thing he needed was to trip over something and make a complete idiot out of himself. Maybe back to her place? No, that didn't work. He didn't want to come off as intruding at all. And then it hit him.
"What if I take you some place more comfortable? I have that hotel room for the night, you know. It's just a couple of blocks down from here. I mean, that is-" His lips traced her fingertips, his tongue flicking out to tease her skin. "If you have the patience to get over there."
While she didn't want to stop, the idea of being somewhere behind close doors appealed to her. It was bad enough that it'd been so long since she'd been with another man, but the location had her on edge. Removing one would make the other much more tolerable, perhaps enjoyable, if she could manage her nerves. "I'd like that," she said, her smile much more sweet and sincere. Besides desiring privacy, it also prevented her sire from catching them, an event that would only lead to a blood bath. Jezebelle tied her top back into place, then leaned in to kiss him soundly before climbing off his lap. "Thank you," she said. She didn't have to explain herself, and she appreciated that.
A soft moan escaped Graham as Jezebelle slinked off of his lap. God, it was hard not to pull her back into him. As he stood up and quickly straightened out his attire, Graham kept his eyes on her. With how riled up she had gotten him it was hard not to stare at Jezebelle. He grabbed the box of cocaine that was left on the counter top, slipping it into his jacket pocket before flinging said jacket over his shoulder. Graham proceeded to move in behind the vampire, his hand resting on the small of her back as he leaned in to kiss her forehead gently. The way his lips trembled upon touching her delicate skin made the elemental want to change his mind. This was going to be the longest five fucking minutes of his life.
"Shall we?" With a smirk forming on his lips, Graham began leading the way out of the shop, making sure to open the door for her when they arrived there.
"I applaud you for your patience," Jezebelle said, looking back at him as she stepped out the door. Once he'd exited as well, she locked up the shop, then followed him out onto the sidewalk. She was well aware of how wound up she'd gotten him, as she'd been there herself. Hopefully they'd both be back there once she felt safe behind closed doors. "I'm behind on the times," she told him with a little laugh. "When I was alive, it was far less likely to partake of such activities outside the bedroom, let alone in a flower shop."
It slipped his mind for a moment that Jezebelle was way older than she appeared. She appeared so youthful and attractive, to say the least. It was difficult to comprehend that she was... well, dead. Graham managed to slip his arm around her waist, resting a hand gently on her hip. The urge to pull her in close to him was extremely strong if not evident from the way his finger tapped against her delicately. With each step his patience was running thinner, causing Graham to take in deep, shaky breathes from time to time. If Jezebelle was any other girl he would have thrown her up against a wall and have his way with her, regardless if people could see or not. But Jezebelle wasn't any other girl. Not only was she his only active drug connection but she was also a vampire, and from what she had clued him in on was that various vampires had various abilities. For all he knew she could suddenly turn into a ninja and chop his head off.
"Behind on the times?" He chuckled at the thought. "And how far back exactly are you, dare I ask?"
He could see his car still parked in the distance. Thankfully no cops in the area either. Tonight couldn't have gone any smoother. With a smile on his face, Graham slipped away from Jezebelle to walk briskly to his car, unlocking it, and propping the passenger side door open for her. He even extended his hand out incase she needed help getting inside. Might as well stay as a gentleman before they were behind closed doors.
There was a question that Jezebelle wasn't sure he really wanted the answer to. She was exotic enough as a vampire that she wasn't sure she wanted to add to it, especially if he decided she was a little too old for him. Vampire or not, she was still a lady who worried about her age. She couldn't explain the insecurity that went along with it. "Do you really wanna know?" she asked, climbing into the car with a pleased smile. Sometimes he felt like a gentleman, even if he didn't at others. It was better than some of the men she'd come across.
"Don't have to know." He closed the door once Jezebelle settled in, quickly going to the driver's side to enter. "Besides, I probably shouldn't be asking. A lady isn't suppose to tell her age, right?" Flashing her a smile, Graham started up the car and began heading in the direction of the hotel. The question was merely to distract him for the time being and take his mind off of wanting to take her right there. Perhaps he should have asked something else, but too late now. Thankfully Graham had rather stellar concentration, allowing him to focus on driving for the time being. It didn't mean that Jezebelle wasn't on his mind. Hell, she was sitting right next to him, how could she not be on his mind somewhere? He took in a deep breath, readjusting himself in his seat. Definitely the five longest minutes of his life.
"I was born in 1872," she said, twirling her hair around her finger. "In Rome, though it's been a while since I lived there." Jezebelle sat sideways in her seat, her focus on him, rather than on where they were going. "I don't suppose that gives away my age, since you don't know how old I was when I was turned. I'd guess a little younger than yourself, though I could be wrong." She had a harder and harder time figuring out how old mortals were, since she'd stopped aging and they'd started wearing much more bizarre clothing. At times she found it interesting, but most of the time she was appalled with women's fashions. Every century was different, and the more time passed, the more Jezebelle felt distanced from the world around her.
Graham let out a sharp whistle in response to her age. Figuring out the math took seconds for him, which meant that Jezebelle was around 139 years old. There was no way she looked that old though. She appeared to be in her twenties or so, but he could be wrong. No need to keep poking and prodding around for her age.
"You look absolutely stunning, either way." He averted his eyes from the road to gaze at her, finding his gaze to trail down her form for a second before looking back to the road. The way she was sitting and looking at him made Graham's stomach knot up more tightly than it was before. "I mean, I'm only 31 and I just got asked today for my ID when ordering a drink. I guess it's a compliment, no?"
His eyes glanced to Jezebelle once more, enjoying her eyes steadily set upon himself. It made Graham smile softly, removing one hand from the steering wheel to reach out to her and caress her cheek. Still warm to the touch. He didn't mind at all. Either way he planned on warming her cold body up somehow, he just happened to be oblivious to the fact it was his blood that was having such an effect on her.
Jezebelle laughed, flattered even though she would have been horrified if he'd said she looked her age. Then again, how could one look over a hundred years old? She'd be a walking corpse if that was the case. "Thank you," she smiled. "And I think that's a compliment, though sometimes I wonder. Those under twenty-one look so young to me." Like teenagers with too much make up.
His gentle gesture was unexpected and Jezebelle bit her lip. That was the sort of thing she didn't see in men these days, though it was hard to find it when she wasn't looking for it. Jezebelle wasn't up for giving them a chance, and was often too preoccupied with her sire to spare other men a glance. Now... she wanted something different. She was taking a chance, and it seemed more and more like Graham had been a good choice... even if she would have never considered a buyer to be a good choice in men. "Are we almost there?" she asked, smiling slightly in anticipation.
"And I thought I was impatient." Graham teased her. "It's right around the block, so don't you worry."
And he kept his word on that. With one turn of the corner they were at the hotel. It was quite elegant, actually, and Graham was still in a state of shock that he was able to have a room for the night. At first he didn't think it would be worth the money and stress, especially now he couldn't live to Saturday as planned, but with Jezebelle by his side it made every penny worth it. Graham parked near the main entrance, stroking Jezebelle's cheek before pulling his hand away to turn the engine off. Once he stepped out from the car he immediately darted to Jezebelle's side, opening the door for her and helping her out as well. He locked the doors once she had slipped out, then lead the way to the hotel, making sure to open any doors that were in their way for the lady.
As they walked down the hallway, Graham felt his heart race tremendously. When was the last time a woman made him so excited and anxious? It had been a while in general, especially with his constant driving for the past week or so, but far longer when it came down to someone who actually made him look forward to the events that would potentially unfold. Well, there was definitely no potential here. It was beyond evident at this point. Graham hoped that Jezebelle was more comfortable in this scenario than back at her shop, though there was a thought lurking in his mind that involved propping her on one of the counter tops while pulling her skirt up. Perhaps another time.
Graham's room, though on the first floor, was located at the far end of the hotel, making the walk that much more unbearable. He attempted at breathing more steadily to calm himself down, even though he passed by that point of no return the minute Jezebelle sat in his lap back in the flower shop. There was no calming down for Graham. Though he was clueless to it, he was a fire elemental after all, and fire was known for burning up wildly until completely satisfied. He was aware of that portion, elemental or not, and with that in mind he only hoped that Jezebelle didn't have other plans of the evening; it was going to be a long night as far as Graham was concerned.
"And here we are."
Fiddling with the key for a moment, Graham propped the door open, flicked the lights on, and made room for Jezebelle to slip inside. The room was relatively neat with Graham's suitcases and guitar cases stacked in a corner. There were, however, definite signs of drug use in the room. If the aroma of marijuana didn't give it away, then the used blunt on the ash tray did. Hell, he even propped a window open before leaving and the smell was still there. Then there was a sheet of glass on one of the nightstands with a utility blade lying on top. Thankfully that wasn't as obvious, but he was sure a drug dealer such as Jezebelle could figure out what it was used for. Either way, the drugs were mostly out of his system, leaving him with a clear mind to focus on the lady accompanying him.
She was sure the drive was short, but it seemed to take forever. Jezebelle knew it was due to the anticipation, but that didn't make it go any faster. The longer she had to wait, the more she wanted to be with him, and wondered why she hadn't just gone with it back at the flower shop. Intellectually, she knew she'd have had a hard time letting go when she was uncomfortable, but the wait was killing her! At least she didn't think she was alone in her feelings. From the glances Graham was shooting in her direction, he was just as eager to get to the room as she was.
As a vampire, Jezebelle couldn't miss the scent of drugs when they stepped into the room. It didn't bother her, seeing as how smoking of some sort had been around long before she was born, and it couldn't do any harm to her lungs at that point in her life. The paraphernalia reminded her that he'd passed up a hit to be with her, which was curious in itself. Sometimes he seemed like quite the junkie, while others she found herself wanting to know more. His actions weren't consistent, but it wasn't so much a bad thing as a curious thing. Like his opening the doors for her. Jezebelle wondered if he did that for all the girls. Even if he did, she enjoyed thinking she was special.
"This is better," she smirked, slinking towards him to slide her arms around his neck. She found her confidence returning now that they had privacy, and she was intent on ignoring the part of her that disapproved. How she would worry about her fidelity, but not worry about her capacity to kill without remorse was beyond her. Luckily, her sire wasn't around, and she had no intent of killing anyone tonight.
Having her arms wrap around his neck was a pleasant surprise. At least she wasn't choking him. Graham smiled to her, pushing on the door to close it. The second he heard it lock into place was when the fire in him flared up again. In one fluid motion he picked Jezebelle up and pinned her against the wall, using his own body to keep her locked in place. Before she had a chance to react in any way his lips found their way back to hers, deeply kissing her as moans flowed past his mouth and onto her tender lips. In a position like this Graham had far more room and control, allowing himself to grind into her hips slowly. While he was quite certain that Jezebelle wasn't oblivious to the effect she had on him, he wanted to make sure she knew just how amazingly turned on he was that second. Stopping to depart from the shop didn't help one bit either and only added on to the lust.
For the first time in her life, Jezebelle enjoyed the feel of a man taking control of her. She wanted it, lusted to feel him pressed against her, and never dreamed he would actually do so. There was a forcefulness in his actions, but a softness as well. In the past, the two had never been used in combination, and never by someone she desired. Right there, right then, it was just right. Jezebelle gasped into the kiss, then nipped his lip with her teeth, adding the slight tinge of blood to the mix. Her legs parted, one sliding around him to pull him closer. It had only been seconds, but Jezebelle was hot again, and now she was sure it was more than just his blood.
He didn't even notice her seductive bite had caused him to bleed. The only reaction it coaxed out of Graham was a strained moan, causing him to thrust roughly into her hips. One hand reached for her leg to hold it firmly in place against him, massaging it just as he had back in the shop. She was driving him beyond a wall at this point. Hell, he had hit the ceiling and was scrambling to break free. As his lust slowly consumed his mind, Graham flicked his tongue out to taste Jezebelle's lips, then boldly pushed past her lips and dived into her mouth, eager to taste more of the seductive vampire.
He tasted like fire, pure and hot and burning right through to her core. Jezebelle moaned into his mouth as her tongue slid against his, her hand reaching down between them in an effort to free him of his pants. It didn't matter that other clothing remained, or that they hadn't even made it to the bed; for all she cared, they could stay right where they were, so long as he didn't let her go. Her hips moved back against his, rocking as the heat spread down between her legs, leaving her short of breath. It was all more than she'd felt in ages and she couldn't get enough, pulling him closer, if that were even possible.
A smirk managed to form on his lips, rather pleased with Jezebelle's forwardness in stripping whatever she could out of the way. It saved him the effort, that was for sure. Graham was too busy exploring her with his tongue, moaning blissfully for her as their tongues danced together. He couldn't even sum up what she was doing to him in one word. It didn't even matter if he could think of one; all that mattered was that he enjoyed it and apparently she did, too. The hand propping her leg up began pushing her skirt up, exposing far more than her leg this time around. His hand immediately darted between her thighs to stroke her. Graham only hoped she was as aroused as he was at that point.
Jezebelle's breath hitched as his hand moved between her legs, sure he could feel the evidence of her desire without removal of her undergarments. While she was conservative in her outward attire, Jezebelle liked to have a little fun with her lingerie and the silk and lace panties she was wearing did nothing to conceal how wet she was. She moaned against his mouth as he stroked her, intent on freeing him from his pants as quickly as she could. With his belt unbuckled, she tugged down the zipper, unbuttoning the pants to push them out of the way. Her hand brushed over the front of his boxers, squeezing him gently before pushing down those as well. Some other time she could slow down, but right now she didn't want to wait to feel him.
Graham was by far feeling the same way she was. Part of him wanted to take his time and explore every inch of her body to worship it, but with the amount of sexual tension that was built up the other night along with all that had happened so far made the elemental throw that idea out the window. And from simply stroking through her panties he could tell that Jezebelle was as ready as he was. For a moment he paused against her mouth, letting out an extremely pleased moan upon feeling her hand rest against his hard on. Her touch may have been gentle, but it was enough to throw him over the edge and then some. Graham resumed kissing her as he bucked slightly into her hand. After a second passed by, a thought suddenly flew into his mind, causing him to abruptly pull his head away from Jezebelle and give her a concerned and mildly confused look.
"Do we..." He paused, trying to chuckle to ease his nerves. "Condoms? Yes? No?"
He knew vampires were dead creatures, so scientifically there was no possible way for him to impregnate her or even have the potential to spread disease... right? Even though it was temporarily mood breaking, he had to ask. Last thing Graham needed were little dead, fire-obsessed, addicted clones of himself running around raising hell.
Jezebelle let out a frustrated groan as he paused, a groan that turned to a laugh as he asked his question. "No," she said, shaking her head as she leaned in for another kiss. She could go into detail about why it wasn't necessary later, when she wasn't completely preoccupied with having him inside her. Besides, it would be a mood breaker to explain how dead bodies couldn't get pregnant or carry live diseases, and she definitely wasn't going to break the mood. Jezebelle continued to stroke him, kissing him hungrily, hoping for his body rather than his blood.
There wasn't even a moment for Graham to reply to that response. The most he got in was raising his eyebrows in shock before she surprised him with a kiss. Well, no arguing with a gorgeous woman, especially when they more or less literally had you by the balls. If Graham thought her tongue against his neck before feeding was a tease, then he had no word for what this was, but it made his heart race and lust burn. His hand stopped massaging between her legs, hastily pulling at her panties. There was no time to move away from Jezebelle to properly remove her undergarments, thus leaving him with no choice but to push them enough out of the way to give himself room to work with. With that done, his hand reluctantly took her hand away, placing it around his neck. As much as he enjoyed Jezebelle fondling his arousal, he needed to be inside of her, and there was no doubt she felt the same way. He took a second to readjust himself, teasing Jezebelle's lips with his teeth, then with one forceful thrust he pinned her roughly against the wall, finally sinking deep inside of her.
He felt like fire inside her, so hard and hot that he took her breath away. Jezebelle held to Graham tightly as her hips rocked against, crying out at the intensity of it all. She'd never imagined that being with a human would be so different from being with another vampire, but clearly it was. Besides the desire to feed off him, there was the heat of his body and the feel of sweat. She was glad she'd fed on him before hand, otherwise she would have been freezing in comparison. With her leg wrapped tightly over his hip, her fingers ran up into his hair and her mouth devoured his own. When her teeth scraped his lip this time, it was with the purpose of adding blood to the mix, just a little, otherwise she'd be at his neck at any second. Having already fed off him once that evening, she didn't want to do anything that might make him stop, so she was willing to settle on a compromise.
Hearing Jezebelle's cries merely fueled him to go further. His hips drove viciously into her own, showing no signs of stopping. There was nothing gentle in Graham's actions, though it could be debated that his kisses were a bit softer. He didn't mind the bloodshed either, but then again he was far too busy losing himself inside of her warm sex to even be bother by his bleeding lip. And she felt amazing, to make it better. Every woman he had met since returning to town had plucked the same nerve with Graham, only feeding the fire inside of him. He was glad that Jezebelle was the last one to pluck it, even though she did far more than pluck it this time around. For a second he pulled his lips away from hers, diverting his attention to her neck and the silly top that was in the way. Cursing under his breath, he quickly attempted to find the ties to her top, impatiently undoing them. As it began to fall away Graham began running his tongue over her exposed collarbone and neck, playfully biting and sucking when he had the chance. While he enjoyed kissing Jezebelle he wanted to hear her moans as he thrusted into her.
Jezebelle missed the taste of his blood when he tore his lips away, but was content to settle for the kisses along her neck in exchange. Neither were really her focus, which was instead the action below her waist. His thrusts left her gasping, moaning softly in rhythm with their hips. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she felt herself pulled farther into oblivion, and where she'd been trying to be quiet before, she was no longer holding back. Jezebelle moaned as she began to climax, muttering pleas of more in both English and Italian. The world around her was spinning and there was nothing left but Graham pounding into her, driving her higher, then crashing as she began to spiral down. It was wild and rough and like nothing she'd ever had before, and Jezebelle loved every moment of it.
Her blissful cries were absolutely exhilarating, and the way her muscles were clinging onto his throbbing length was beyond exceptional. Graham smiled into her skin, panting heavily while trying to stabilize his legs more. As much as he enjoyed their current position, he was certain he could only keep her up for another minute or two before venturing off to the bed. Hell, the floor was sounding just as good in case they didn't make it. With one hand holding her leg steadily the other reached up to grasp Jezebelle's top, pulling it down as far as her could. They weren't in the flower shop anymore and Jezebelle had no need to be modest at that point. His lips traveled up her neck while he busied himself with undoing her bra.
"Enjoying yourself so far?" He groaned deeply into her ear before biting at her lobe. Graham attempted to pace himself, slowing down the thrusts of his hips while maintaining the same power behind them. It took vast amounts of restraint to not suddenly speed back up. Once he finally unclasped her bra, his hand circled around her form to push the piece away from her chest as best as possible. Again, no time or patience to properly remove it. He instantly cupped her breast, firmly kneading into the soft, warm flesh while his fingers rolled around and pinched at her nipple.
Jezebelle groaned, her arms weak as she tried to keep hold of Graham. Now she was wishing they were on a bed, so that she could sink back into the mattress and just enjoy the feeling of him inside her till he finished. It was harder to keep to her feet when her legs were shaking and her knees were weak. "Yes," she hissed, arching to his touch as he massaged her breast. At this point, she wasn't shy about having her body exposed and enjoyed the additional stimulation. Her head tipped back against the wall, her chin up as she gasped for air. The bite scar was visible then, the last injury she'd ever received as a human. It always tingled at moments like this, so close to how she'd received it.
The moment he felt the grip on her arms weaken was when he decided it was a smart and safe idea to continue not against a vertical surface. Graham slipped out out from her temporarily, groaning at the thought of having to wait for mere seconds to find someplace more comfortable. Clinging onto Jezebelle he somehow reached the bed, plopping her onto her back and making sure her head was supported by a pillow. Before joining her, he quickly discarded of her undergarments onto the floor. As sensual as they were he preferred her without them right then. Graham hovered over her, his lips teasing her stomach as they trailed up to her breasts, giving them much needed attention as he bucked his hips against hers. A rough moan escaped him upon sliding back inside of Jezebelle, feeling himself gradually reaching his limit.
The move was a welcome one, as the moment she hit the mattress she was able to relax. It felt good to have more of her clothes removed, as she was warmer than usual, hot even, and would have stripped down if that didn't mean stopping to do so. As his lips moved over her body, Jezebelle arched up towards him, squirming as her hips picked up his rhythm. She stretched her arms out, over her head, then reached up to pull him down upon her, unable to hold back any more. Jezebelle sunk her teeth into his shoulder, biting then drinking, her tongue lapping across his skin. She moaned as she his blood filled her mouth, her body tensing around him.
The sharp pain should have startled the elemental at the very least, but Graham was completely lost in his own world, focused solely on his enjoyment than whether or not he was being bitten. Regardless, he enjoyed having Jezebelle run her tongue over his skin. He clung onto one of her legs, locking it around his hip while he tried his best to brace himself above her. Bringing his head on level with her own, Graham whispered to her, his raw voice speaking only of his desires to get off inside of her. At that point it became harder to breathe for him as his momentum spiraled out of control.
Jezebelle smiled at his whispered words and drew her mouth away from his shoulder to kiss him deeply. He could do just about whatever he wanted at that moment and she wouldn't be one to object. She felt amazing and it was all due to him. "Graham," she whimpered against his lips, then dropped her mouth back down to his shoulder. He didn't seem to be bothered by it, and she couldn't pass up fresh fae blood from the source while it was still pumping and hot.
Simply hearing her whimper his name was enough to give him that extra push. Clinging onto her shoulder, he panted heavily while climaxing hard, moaning blissfully for Jezebelle as he filled her up. As the ecstasy washed over his body for several seconds, Graham gradually found the spark in his energy wavering, causing him to idly grind into her hips as his body rested against hers. He was still turned on, there was no questioning that, but having the actual energy to continue had slipped past him completely. For the moment he was content with basking in the afterglow of their intercourse, nuzzling into Jezebelle's face as he cooed against her skin.
"You are fucking amazing." The words barely left his mouth while catching his breath.
The best she could do was hum softly in response, her body wanting nothing more than to lay there and relax. She licked the last little bit of blood from her lips, pleased that he hadn't seemed to mind being bitten in the throws of passion. With his blood boiling as it was, she didn't possess the restraint to keep herself from feeding off him. Plus, at a time like that, it was almost as good as a second orgasm. She lay still, her chest moving with each breath, the action reflexive rather than required. He'd screwed the breath out of her and she didn't even need to breathe.
Graham continued to nuzzle into her with his lips softly caressing her cheek. The fire that raged earlier had calmed down to a warm glow, making him far more mellow than a minute ago. He remained on top of Jezebelle, hips still indolently rocking into hers. After several minutes passed by he eventually rolled over onto his side to rest, pulling Jezebelle in with him. Graham embraced her fondly while resting his forehead against her own. She looked nearly exhausted as he felt, and he was pretty sure if he glanced in a mirror he could confirm he looked just as spent as she did.
"Do you want to rest here or should I drive you back?" A hand brushed some locks of hair out from her face, neatly tucking them behind her ear. Something inside of him yearned for the vampire to stay by his side. Unknown to Graham, one of the downfalls of being what he was was that he grew lonely without another person in his life. Not like he was suddenly becoming attached to Jezebelle, but merely spending another hour with her, even if it meant cuddling and resting in silence, would ease the tension in his nerves. He enjoyed her company, just as he enjoyed literally anyone's company that came into his life, and merely hoped to savor it a bit more.
If he had glanced in a mirror, Graham wouldn't have found her there at all, then who knew what expression would be on his face. For now, though, Jezebelle could tell he was willing to rest, for which she was thankful. She didn't feel like moving any time soon, and didn't expect to, which was why his question shocked her. She tried to keep the surprise and hurt from her face, remembering then that these were different times. Some people did this all the time and left immediately after. Jezebelle, for all her faults, was not that kind of girl. "I'd like to rest here for a while, if you don't mind," she said, her nails gently raking across the front of his chest. Her body ached with a warm glow that made her lazy. The idea of doing anything more than laying with him was ridiculous.
"I don't mind at all. I never mind, in fact." He spoke softly to Jezebelle, sighing blissfully as her nails ran over his skin. Part of him wished he had more energy to keep going, but there was a voice somewhere in him that was worried if he did he could potentially break her. Graham was pretty sure, however, that if she survived being more or less ravaged against a wall then she could probably withstand a variety of other things that came to mind. That could wait for another time, if another time ever happened again. Graham couldn't really say that he slept with many female drug dealers he was connected to. Probably too risky, especially when they were the ones feeding his addiction, but at the same time if Jezebelle cut him off she was also screwing herself over. Dismissing the thoughts, he focused on simply her, caressing her cheek rather affectionately before leaning in to steal a tender kiss from her lips.
"You have quite an exotic taste." He whispered against her lips before stealing a few more from her slowly. Every girl was different, no questions about that, but this being his first encounter with a vampire, he could definitely tell there was something different. Though he couldn't exactly put his finger on it. It was like trying to describe the difference between cocaine from the west coast and east coast; same thing, but had a little something extra to make it unique. That was Jezebelle in a nutshell. Leave it to a drug addict to compare women to blow.
"That's your blood on my tongue," Jezebelle said, snickering softly. She didn't know if her taste was exotic, but it was certainly not safe. In the past, it had been downright poor, though those men hadn't really been her choice. Her sire, on the other hand, had been, and he'd treated her well... and this was how she repaid him. Then again, loyalty and sexual faithfulness were two different things. After a hundred-plus years, she wanted something a little different. Stretching out on the bed, she closed her eyes, pleased with the way he kissed and petted at her. She liked to be treated well by her lovers, at least after screwing. She wouldn't tolerate anything else.
Watching her stretch out, Graham ran his hand over his body and took the time to relish in every inch of her. He had been so merciless the moment the door closed that he didn't have time to slow down and enjoy her delicate features. After skimming his hand across her several times, he slipped it around her waist, caressing her skin as he pulled her in. Jezebelle was still warm to the touch. For a second he wanted to ask her just what exactly happened that made her turn from ice to fire. He kept quiet, though, and enjoyed the idea that perhaps he was enough to warm her up. Yes, that definitely worked for now.
"I'm glad I can still be somewhat special for you." He chuckled back at her, his lips trailing away from hers and traveling down her neck. Graham remained nestled against her for a while, savoring the moment of rest that they were able to share together. Though as he continued to idly kiss her skin and explore her body with his hand, he could feel his heart slowly speeding up and the energy he had in him prior to entering the room was gradually returning.
He did warm her up, just not in the way in which he thought. Jezebelle wouldn't have told him, even if he'd asked, too pleased to know something about him that he didn't. Besides, it was better to have something over him other than the drugs, which she was still amazed he'd forgotten for the time being. Then again, sex was pretty distracting and Jezebelle would have been slightly offended if coke had beat her out for his attention.
"Course you're special," Jezebelle said with a little smile and a laugh. "I hope you don't think I climb in bed with all my clients?" She thought he knew this wasn't a regular thing for her, but she hadn't said so, so maybe it needed to be asked. She knew he didn't let any vampire bite him, so she figured this was kind of different for the both of them, even if he did sex up all the pretty girls he met.
"Really now?" He smiled right back at her, intrigued by her words. Jezebelle didn't entirely strike him as the type that screwed around with clients like that, but the thought made him even more aware of the fact he was still turned on. "Then I suppose we should take more advantage of this night and room while it's still available. Besides..."
That said, he gently rolled back on top of Jezebelle, making sure she lied on her back comfortable before leaning in to kiss her forehead. His actions were still firm, but there was a certain softness in them this time around. While his lips made their way to hers, Graham gradually pressed his body up against her own, cooing softly into her lips. He held the kiss for a while, then pulled away as a smile formed on his face. Graham took a moment to stare into her eyes, his lips whispering tenderly against her own.