She'll call it a mistake Who: Nastasiya and Sebastian Where: Nastasiya's loft When: At around 4:30am NSFW
After the last short text message to Sebastian, Nastasiya dropped her phone on her leather couch and almost bounced happily off to her closet to take off her shoes, although the comfortable but classy dress and earrings stayed in place. She turned on the music, loud, and dimmed the lights. Just as the actress was about to do her little victory dance over getting the biggest part of her career yet - Wonder Woman would put her up there with the untouchable actors who played superheroes at any given time, and hell if she didn't want the worshiping (especially because she knew she would do a good job) - the doorbell rang. It must've been no one other than Sebastian. Being home alone without her usual small entourage of what consisted in a housekeeper, assistant and a big bad bodyguard (when under the employ of some big production company, at least), she ran to open the door herself. "Took you long enough..." She told him playfully before stepping out of the way to let Sebastian in.
After getting Tash's message, Sebastian had rushed, by his standards, to get dressed and head down to her apartment. Of course, his standards of 'rushing' leant more towards a half hour to an hour, so he was doubly speedy this time around. He had never lost an appreciation for hot showers, designer clothes, or being doubly sure he was presentable. Sapphiras would never be caught in loose sweats or mussed hair that wasn't purposefully styled that way, they weren't heathens. Sebastian had taken the extra minute or two to retrieve a dark glass bottle with a fleur-de-lis impressed label, from where it had been carefully put away in a locked and refrigerated cabinet. It was not with the rest of his supply, for a very important reason. It was also a gift.
Smiling as she opened her door, after he had pressed a finger to the doorbell to demand a chime, he pulled a mock pout at her comment, as he walked into her apartment with the silent invitation. "I had to stop to get you a 'Congratulations, You Can Now Get To Wield A Whip And Knee Boots' present," his hands were behind him, the glass bottle cradled between them.
Motioning for Sebastian to go into the lounge, Nastasiya raised her eyebrows at his mention of a present for her. "Really, you got me a present?" That was unexpected, she didn't remember him being usually this thoughtful. Then, after a moment's thought on his thoughtfulness, she smirked. "Like I didn't occasionally wield a whip and wore knee boots already, Sebastian." Standing in front of him, as if to keep him from passing, Nastasiya kept smirking but looked up at him expectantly. If he had a present, she wanted it now. "...Well?"
"I did," pulling an offended expression that was definitely fictional, Sebastian took one small step backwards, as if reconsidering giving her the gift he had go through one of Sapphira's suppliers, who specialized in highly specialized bloods. The recent demon horde attacks throughout the world actually presented a boon to the industry, with a few demons caught here and there and drained for their powerful blood. Without knowledge of Tash having any experience with the stuff, Sebastian had simply seen something both rare and expensive, and believed it would be something to attract her interest. The thought of Tash in boots and wielding a whip was sexy enough to have him pausing momentarily in the ruse of his expression with a, "Really? Where was I?" With a shake of his head, he returned to the topic at hand and withdrew the bottle from behind his back, holding it out as one would a small wine bottle at a vineyard, "I found something you might like."
Narrowing her eyes as Sebastian did his little offended act, Nastasiya let out a hearty laugh as his expression changed upon her mentioning having wielded a whip and thigh boots at some point in time. "What's the matter? Disappointed you are never there to witness it?" She teased playfully before her attention got whisked over to the bottle Sebastian produced from behind his back. "Oh?" She asked curiously, taking the bottle from his hands and, as though she had changed her mind in one split-second, making her way to the bar area instead of the couches. Midway the actress turned around, bit her bottom lip and motioned Sebastian over with her digit finger before turning back. Once there Nastasiya was quick to produce two flutes of champagne - perfect for celebrations such as this one - and opened the bottle, serving them both two glasses. "I don't know what's so special about this bottle of blood, but if I'm finding out, you're doing it with me." She said as she handed him the flute and raised hers for a toast.
"Yes," Sebastian answered simply, with his best, most charming, and most likely to have female fans screaming and falling over themselves, smile. He had held the square bottle in his hands, reminiscent of an antique tequila bottle, but not quite, and was not the least bit surprised when she reached out with seemingly delicate fingers and pulled it from his grasp. "It seemed suitable, toasting to a grand feat with something more than a little special," and by Sapphira standards, their standards, 'more than a little special' was nothing as insipid or common as freshly minted jewelry or type matched virgin blood. He followed when she indicated, crooking her finger at him to come, and he did, more than a little amused at his own behavior. He was not a pet. And yet, still he followed. While she unstoppered the bottle, the smell of the blood hitting his senses, richer and heavier than most vintages, Sebastian took a seat and waited, taking the champagne flute when offered. Even cold, the thick red blood, he had been offered black or red, and decided on red (because who wanted to drink black blood?), smelled incredible. He lifted his glass as she did hers, "To being Wonder Woman and," his smile was brightly edged, "Captain America."
"Well I sure am glad you didn't decide on the boring stuff for this occasion, Sebastian, thank you." She said with a smile, waiting for him to join her as she leaned against the wall, right next to the large sliding door leading to the balcony. It was then that she noticed the balcony, and decided she would move out there in a little bit. If there was something Nastasiya enjoyed in the long nights she'd been keeping since being turned, was being in a tall place looking over a well-lit city. Scarlet Oak was no city, but it would do. It took Sebastian mentioning his own accomplishments in the toast for them to be revived in Nastasiya's memory. Raising her eyebrows she gave him a pleasant grin and nodded. "Aren't we just two amazingly successful people?" She said, raising her flute again as he did, before taking a sip. "And may we have a lot of fun together on the set of the Avengers movie." Which wasn't a done deal, but sources told her they were aiming for 2014 at latest. She would, soon, sign a three movie contract and perhaps one of them would be that one.
As much as Sebastian was a purely civilized vampire, used to luxury and the pampered indoors, there was something to be said for being under the night sky. As long as, of course, there was luxury within reach, or withing extremely recent memory. He was hardly a camper. The glass of strongly scented blood, it just smelled of power, in hand, he followed her out onto the balcony, leaning along the ledge to look at the tiny town beneath. It was practically a village compared to New York, where he had been born, or even Pearl Harbor, where he had died, but he supposed, within the confines of a lush apartment, he could accede some sort of appreciation for the little township. "You're quite welcome, Nastasiya. I do live to please," the latter statement, of course, depended on a condition or three for it to be true, but he had no doubt she knew exactly what he meant. He raised the flute to his own lips, taking a slow inhale before he took the first sip, rolling it about in his mouth as if it were one of the premium French wines he had learned how to taste while still in his teens. It tasted impossibly rich, and incredibly intense in the demonic tones that spoke of the blood's origin. Where a demonic-blooded vintage carried only undertones, this vintage was purely tones, and it buzzed with power and strength. "We are," Sebastian turned his body slightly towards hers as he leaned on the ledge, "And while Robert Downey Jr. has to one day pass along the mantle of his role to another, we will only have to do so if we choose."
Right after the toast Nastasiya went into the balcony through the glass sliding door. She didn't bother to call Sebastian, simply assuming he would follow her there without it being necessary to be told to. She was remembering where she knew the taste of this blood from, and for a moment she glanced at Sebastian with a curious expression wondering exactly where he'd gotten this, and if he knew what it did. "You know, I've had this type of blood before. I don't think I told you, but I - along with another vampire - was attacked by a demon at the cemetery during my photo shoot." She explained. "I attacked it back, drank its blood. It's pretty heavy stuff, I wasn't exactly feeling like myself after drinking it, but then again I had a whole lot." Nastasiya shrugged, taking another sip. It was so very rich, she could almost taste actual power within it. She snickered as Sebastian mentioned living to please. "Yourself, most of the time." She said, with no hint of disapproval in her tone. After all, that would have been hypocritical of her. Snickering at the thought of Robert Downey Jr. having to relinquish his role as Iron Man eventually, while both of they wouldn't have to, Nastasiya crossed one leg in front of the other as she leaned against the ledge much as Sebastian had done. "We might get bored. Or they might get bored of us. But it would be fun, if they did a reboot in about ten years, and we got the parts again." She conceded.
Sebastian paused with the rim of the flute against his lip, at least half interested, if not more, as she spoke of having tasted that variety of blood before. "You attacked a demon? Tell me you were in knee boots and wielding a lasso, and I'll be set for my mental picture there." Great mental picture actually, his mind could easily paint Tash in a Wonder Woman costume killing and draining a demon, the mixture of power and sex appeal just did it for him, and he offered no apologies for the fact. "Of course, someone has to," not that, of course, there weren't people willing to give him whatever he wanted, or women who offered their selves to his attention (the latter didn't matter on whether or not he indulged, just that they offered). Nastasiya, Tash as he had dubbed her, did not do either, but he still came back for more. "They could never get bored of us, not with any sense of taste, but yes, we could grow bored and move on." He took a full mouthful of the blood, letting it slide down his throat and begin buzzing through his veins with an unusual effect he had not felt before. Not in that intensity, "But we're exactly what they want, we'll never grow old and gray, too fat for our costumes."
Having to pause mid-sip to laugh at what Sebastian was saying, Nastasiya swallowed the blood and licked her lips with a smirk of amusement before answering. "No, not exactly. I was wearing a dress, heels, a whole lot of accessories and a sort of fro." She recounted, as she remembered it vividly. "Of course." She nodded in agreement, still smirking, and drank some more. For some reason it was starting to feel like the more she drank, the more she wanted to drink. Nastasiya remembered not being herself the last time either, but this time it felt slightly different. She had even stopped smiling or paying attention just to assess her sensations. Snapping out of it, Nastasiya smiled a moment later. "Yes, we'll always be young and beautiful." She grinned. What an amazing life. "And sexy, and...Desirable." Her words slowed in flow there. Catching Sebastian's eyes in hers, she got lost in feeling unlike herself again, and it actually frightened her that she would be feeling a certain pull towards Sebastian that she hadn't really ever felt before. Sure, he was attractive, and though she would never admit it, she could definitely see it. But this was different, this was...Stronger. Narrowing her eyes, Nastasiya swallowed hard and looked away, up at the night sky. She had to calm the heck down before he noticed, what kind of stupid effect did this blood provoke after all?!
The blood sliding over his tongue, Sebastian considered the image, although he definitely preferred his mental image to the one she was offering. Tash in knee boots and a skimpy outfit, he could not even claim that to be unaffected a man (or woman) would have to be dead, because of the obvious reasons and how they applied to him. There was this amazing taste, and almost texture, to liquid in his glass, and it compelled him to take another mouthful to let it smooth its way down his throat. Not quite the delicious heat of blood fresh from the source, mixed with lust, but something else entirely, that sunk power into his veins and electricity through his entire being. Each mouthful intensified the feeling, and he chased it without dropping his perfectly poised appearance, not chugging it like an idiot frat boy. "Young and beautiful," his words echoed hers, and he had little desire to pull away from her gaze or grin, the thought of her constant love of pushing him away and shrugging off any flirtation or advance of his. "You'll always have men, and a good percentage of women, lusting after you. Desiring you," the thought that they would do the same for him, although the percentages of men and women (possibly) flipped, burned comfortably within him, undeniably. He knew without a doubt that he would remain at the top of whatever he chose to do, for as long as he chose to do it.
It was amazing how poised Sebastian managed to remain even as he drank that blood. Nastasiya knew full well - or almost - of its effects. Even an ice queen such as herself had felt urges and power she had never felt before, and they noticed too. But not Sebastian. Sebastian was, right now, looking like a much better Ice Queen that Nastasiya ever had been. She grinned some more at him, nodding without saying a word. It was basically it, their best traits were youth and beauty. Things everybody chased that they eventually lost, but not these two. Never the Sapphiras. "Yes, yes I will." She moved closer to him, smirking then. "You included?" She questioned, daring and lustful like she'd never been before. But, so far she hadn't lost her mind, and that was a very, very good thing. Despite the effects the blood had on her Nastasiya seemed to remain in control, which only made her feel more powerful than before. She took another sip.
The buzz of it, the power, vibrated with its electricity through his body, from his fingertips through his body, and then down to his toes. It was something similar to the way he had felt when he had first been changed, when he had woken in that hospital bed and had woken up to more than consciousness with the way each of his senses had expanded. Before his maker had fed him enough fae blood to get him out of the hospital without the nurses worrying about where the 'Van Cleve body' had gone. An echo, perhaps, of that. This was all the power rush without the accompanying senory expansion, not beyond what they had already gained with their vampyric nature. Then he did not question why Tash was velvet and flirtation, let alone moving toward him, when he would have known in other circumstances that she was likely simply playing with him for the thousandth time. This felt different, lacking the slight veneer of her playacting skills, as brilliant as they were, and Sebastian moved closer to her, setting a hand on either side of her on the balcony's ledge and looking down at her. "I've never made a secret of it, Nastasiya, of either lust or desire."
For a moment, pausing in her curious flirtation with a man she had rejected for so long but seemed to want now, Nastasiya wondered if it wasn't dangerous to combine this blood with someone who already felt extremely powerful on a daily basis. This felt as though nothing in the world could go wrong, much like she had felt that other day with the demon, although now it had the added need for...well, everything. She needed blood, she needed sex, she needed Sebastian if for nothing more than the fact that he was right there at the moment. Nastasiya had finished her glass and looked at its empty bottom with disappointment, before looking up at Sebastian as he spoke and she licked her lips, trying to savor the last drops of the most wonderful liquid her lips had ever touched. A bit bitter, but oh so sweet. Nastasiya smiled, then, at Sebastian. "I am wondering, Sebastian, if you knew of this possibility when you brought me that present." She was, of course, speaking of her own urges, amped to eleven, empty of masks or stubbornness. Soft fingers ran up his arms then, playfully, as though she was telling him without saying a word that whatever the answer, he wouldn't be penalized for it. "It's funny." She said then, looking in his eyes. "I am extremely aware of just how out of my mind I am becoming. I just don't have it in me to stop myself." Fair warning, she supposed. Curious thing, this demon blood.
"Possibility?" Sebastian raised his eyebrows, before finishing the last of his own glass and setting it aside. His eyes tracked the swipe of her tongue across her lips, watching the soft pink tip of it disappear back into her mouth, the rise of his own lust for her having nothing to do with the demon blood. Or, rather, very little to do with it. She was so close to him, and then her fingers moving across his arms, making him wish for a strange second that he was not so completely put together and dressed. The lust he could see reflected in her eyes, that was not something he was about to pass up on, despite the fact that he hadn't brought the demon blood for quite that purpose. To get in her good graces, yes, but not to influence her with the blood's effects. "Here I was, thinking I was being thoughtful, and I had no idea it'd feel this good in my veins and in my blood." Sebastian, power thrumming through him, found it easy to settle one of his hands at her hip, seeing if she would allow as much he wanted, dropping his head slightly to close nearly all the distance between her mouth and his, "Why would you want to?"
Nastasiya observed him, wondering if he was, indeed telling the truth, and finding out she couldn't care less at the moment. Suddenly certain things didn't really matter now as much as they usually did, and Nastasiya was alright with that. She smiled knowingly when Sebastian spoke about the effects that blood was having on him. "I did. But it wasn't like this last time." She confessed. Her gaze dropped to her hip when she felt his hand on it, everything stopping for a moment before Nastasiya blinked slowly and realized, once again, that she didn't mind that at all. She looked back up at Sebastian wide eyed and bit her lip in anticipation. This time, unlike many times before, Nastasiya didn't even move her face away from his when his got closer. Closing her eyes for a moment, Nastasiya shrugged at the same time as she shook her head. "No reason comes to mind, at the moment." She almost purred, raising one hand to his neck and letting her fingers move along his jaw slowly.
His eyes took in everything about her as he looked down at her, the slim flare of her hip under his hand. The inky black length of her eyelashes, the outline of her lips, the dips and valleys and rises of her body from what he could see in their close proximity. The lids of her eyes closed, the lashes fanning across the olive toned hue of her skin, as his mouth was so very near hers, and the logical part of him, lost to the lust and power overtaken him, tried to tell him that this was likely like dozens of times before, and he would be left with only her amused smirk and perfume left in her wake. But logic never was quite his strong suit, too easily overpowered by that same lust, even then only the lust he always felt around her, so it was no wonder that he ignored that part of him and dipped his head just enough to finally kiss her. It was slow, testing, and Sebastian made no further moves for the moment.
This was so very odd. No word from the back of Nastasiya's mind, as the lust and need that while mostly always present had been so easy to curb was let loose whether she wanted it or not. And it wasn't surprising that Sebastian had gone for it; Lord knew he'd gone for it before, but this time it was different. Instead of pushing him away with a smirk, and then walking away extremely amused at what she'd just done, Nastasiya deepened the kiss, lifting up her head as high as she could. She put both hands on either side of his face, then, and kept kissing him to show him this time, there would be no tricks. No resistance.
Feeling suddenly loosed to continue with what felt natural with Tash kissing him back, Sebastian had no compunction about the deepening of the kiss, about moving to press the length of his body against hers, to feel her softly curving body against his. Her lips were soft against his, her mouth tasting of the rich blood and something purely female, and his tongue slid past her lips to find more of that taste. Tash tasted better than any studied ice queen ought to, the softness of her lips and the agility of her tongue just as well as he had imagined when she had used that same tongue to verbally flay someone for encroaching on her nerves. And when his hand on her hips slid up her body, cupping her breast firmly through the fabric of her clothes, it was just pliant under his fingers as he had imagined while she posed on the red carpet.
It suddenly occurred to Nastasiya that it had been too long a while since she had had a moment like this. She had been too busy, and being her usual ice queen self didn't help things, either. Plus, she wasn't a fan of the dolls she sometimes caved and 'rented out' for a night. Not her style in the least, though it would be hypocritical of her to say she would never considered it; she had considered it. Just not recently. Losing herself completely wouldn't be something she would be capable of doing under usual circumstances, but these weren't usual at all, and therefore the unthinkable was happening, in every way possible. Her tongue met his right as she felt it, nothing holding it or her back at the moment. Before doing anything else, however, Nastasiya broke their kiss momentarily to trace her lips across Sebastian's jaw, stopping short of his ear to whisper, "This is it Sebastian. This is your one free pass. Limited time. Use it well." One mischievous giggle later and Nastasiya had jumped up and wrapped her legs around him as she resumed their passionate kiss, all the while hoping to God he was even remotely ready for that, otherwise they would surely fall flat on the floor of her balcony in a second.
One free pass indeed. Their kind could afford to be patient, wait for an opportunity to come along, and after decades of knowing the beautiful, and usually quite gorgeously icy Nastasiya, he was not about to pass up that particular opportunity when it was offered. Sebastian had a second, no more, to brace himself as she pounced, his hands catching the bottom of her upper thighs. He thought nothing of moving inside, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and her mouth on his, intent on her bed and doing this (and her) as right as he could with one chance. There was no need to look where he was going, not when his tongue was sliding against hers and she was an even better kisser than he had anticipated. Another time he might have looked around her bedroom, when he found it, catching a glimpse of a large bed out of the corner of his eye, but then he was more focused on her lips and tongue, her body against his chest and abdomen. Laying Tash down on the bed, he followed, covering her body with his, only leaving her mouth with its kiss-swollen lips when his mouth moved to leave open mouthed kisses across whatever bare skin he could find.
It was a good thing, in hindsight, that Nastasiya's bedroom was mostly decorated in a minimalistic style (though not overly so, she couldn't bear naked rooms), otherwise they probably would have encountered some form of furniture by now. Not that the worry was crossing her mind at the moment, especially not when she made contact with the bed and felt Sebastian's weight on her, her lust only doubling to levels she had probably never felt before. She was squirming with anticipation already, and all he was doing was leaving kisses across her bare skin, of which there was plenty, considering her dress was little more than a tunic if you wanted to get real about it. Her hands went to his head, fingers digging into his hair as her head was dipped back and the vampire closed her eyes. Already little sounds of pleasure were escaping her as she bit her lips to try, in vain, to curb them some.
The black fabric of her dress had ridden up the length of her toned, light bronze thighs, and as Sebastian slid down her body to press his next, lingering, kiss against her midthigh, his fingers took hold of the dress's hem and began sliding it upward. It really was no surprise, as he slid the lace and cotton up, that her panties were an expensive, black lace little piece. He had accompanied the movement with a kiss to the top of one thigh, before turning his head to follow it with another to the inside stretch of the other. The sounds she was making were music to his ears, part of the fulfillment of a long held fantasy, as well as her fingers sliding into his short hair. His smirk was pressed against her hip as he continued to move up, sliding her dress ahead of him as he went, tonguing a spot on her lower abdomen.
It shouldn't be this surprising that Sebastian was actually not a fumbling idiot when it came to this sort of thing. Nastasiya knew he wasn't, and yet this was somehow better than anything she had ever imagined. His kisses gave her shivers, and Nastasiya did her best to slide off her dress. She removed her hands from Sebastian's hair to pull it completely off before squirming a little more at the touch of his tongue to her abdomen. That she was now bare breasted in the presence of Sebastian Van Cleve didn't even register to her. Instead, what did register was the fact that he was entirely too clothed in comparison. Enjoying his kisses as much as she was, Nastasiya had to pull him up by the collar of his shirt before sitting up on the bed awkwardly and proceeding to unbutton the shirt, catching his lips with hers all the while. Something within her just had to take over and when the shirt was completely unbuttoned Nastasiya did some sort of movement that even she couldn't explain, and suddenly she was on top of Sebastian, predatory and business-like, sliding one leg over him as she trailed kisses across his chest.
While her mental commentary would have likely been only about half as ego-stroking just then as Sebastian would hope, it would have been better than he got from her on most occasions. Some days it had seemed as if her primary goal in speaking to him was to cut his ego down a size or six. But, knowing her, it likely had been, and he held no grudges but amusement for it. But that is somewhere else, as Tash pulls her dress from his hands, pulling it up and over her body while he watches, and it's all he can do to just look at her underneath him. His only protest is that when she tugs him up by his shirt collar, he had only made it to pressing a kiss to the lower slope of one side of her rib cage, and had not yet pressed his lips or laved his tongue across the bronze skin of her breast. It was a protest smothered into her mouth, that talented tongue of hers against his, and the surge of power that vibrated in his veins from the blood they had both consumed demanded something hungry and almost bruising in the kiss. He barely felt her fingers undoing his shirt, too focused on her mouth, and the fact that her bare breasts were so close at hand, until it was hanging open and she had somehow flipped them both over. Sebastian definitely enjoyed the sight, and feel, of Tash straddling him, her lips against his skin then.
Even with the effects of demon blood added to years of pent up desire, some things never changed. Nastasiya's way of thinking of Sebastian was one of those, it seemed. Only this time she really couldn't - and didn't want to - hurt his ego at all. Especially because she was slowly discovering he might have a reason for it. The violence in his kisses provoked favorable reactions out of Nastasiya; she liked it a little rough from time to time, and most of all she liked how, so far at least, they seemed to be equally balanced players in this 'game'. Her hands traveled down his torso and onto his belt, undoing it as she kept on kissing him, expertly unbuttoning his pants immediately as she felt the buckle get loose. She glanced upwards then, her green eyes meeting his for a second before she went back to losing herself in him and the moment.
It was his turn, then, to pull her away from the growing arousal that pressed against the expensive fabric of the tailored jeans and flip their positions. Every button undone had been a measure of relief, but Sebastian was not about to let her off that easily, and he wanted her laid out on the bed beneath him again. He didn't leave her room to protest, if she had wanted to, as his mouth pressed against the ball of her shoulder and moved downwards in a trailing path. His fingers skirted touching her breasts, purposefully, instead skimming her sides, cupping her hips as his lips brushed over the upper swell of one breast before pressing a similarly open-mouthed kiss above the other. One hand did smooth back upwards from her hip to a breast, covering the curve of it with his palm and stroking fingers. Not content to leave the other neglected, he tasted her skin with a trailing tongue, circling her nipple as it tightened into tight bud.
There was potential for amusement in the notion that Sebastian, like any and every other man on Earth, liked to pay such attention to breasts. Not that Nastasiya was complaining, quite the opposite, if the little noises escaping her lips were anything to go by. Her eyes was closed as she tried to shut off all other senses to focus on Sebastian's actions and how they felt like on her body. It was almost a sort of extra-sensory experience. Of course the focus it took for that to work wasn't found in her lustful self. Not when she was bursting with the urge to...oh dear. How dirty that had sounded in her head. It was getting to the point where she felt like she couldn't take anymore stimulus to her skin, her nerves already all at work, not letting the slightest touch pass unnoticed. She wrapped one of her legs around one of his, moaning a little more. After a while, however, she did the collar-pulling thing again and caught his lips with hers so hungrily it almost hurt. At the same time one of her hands traveled down to the protuberance under Sebastian's jeans.
Sebastian spared no amount or even thread of attention, entirely focused on Tash and the way her body reacted to each knead of her flesh or flick of his tongue. There was no rest for breath as he took his time slowly sucking at one ruby-tipped nipple, slow, sure pulls of his lips and tongue, and then the other as his mouth trailed across her skin to her other breast. She was incredibly responsive, none of her Ice Queen reputation around her just then, as she moaned and gasped beneath him. He was pulled from her breast, leaving the tip of it wet from his mouth, but quite ready for the slide and press of her tongue against his, as she demanded his mouth. Again it was that starving, rough-edged kiss, and he groaned into it as her fingers slid down to where he was hard and wanting.