Gabriella Lawrence (_dancingflames) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-05-07 16:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-13 |
You're on fire when he's near you
Who: Gabby and Kieron
Where: Anywhere But Here Pub
When: 12 am, 07-13-09
What: Dancing and Draining.
Kieron started his quest early tonight, he didn’t want to waste any time and he wanted to deliver like he said he would because, well, it would be good for future business and if this Jezebelle was in some pack, it would be best to get onto her good side so that he didn’t have to do so much freelance work. He found himself at a bar, observing for most of the night, to see if he could find any kind of sparks, literally. But what in the hell was he thinking, a fire elemental wasn’t just going to turn up in a club and start doing fire tricks in the middle of the room. So, he figured, why not enjoy himself tonight, and if he found someone, anyone, then it would be great, but for now he was just going to try to enjoy himself. “Jack and Coke, mate.” he said to the bartender as he looked around the room. He probably wouldn’t be getting any work done tonight, but at least he’d have some time tomorrow to try again.
Gabby had been itching to go dancing for a while. And strangely enough, none of her friends wanted to go with her. She’d brushed that off quickly, deciding to go anyway. She danced in lessons as often as they were given around Scarlet Oak, and often when she was the one giving them. Tonight she would dance for fun.
As was her way, she moved out onto the middle of the dance floor, into a group of complete strangers. The music was an older rap song, so she started to warm up with the standard “let’s fuck the air” sort of dances that everyone seemed to be attempting. Gabby made it look like art. Soon, there were a few people staring, and Gabby flashed a smug, toothy grin, before it disappeared. There was an attractive African American woman dancing close by. On a whim, Gabby moved in, grinding her hips to the music against her. She smiled. They continued to move together, to the cheers of the friends that the other woman was with. God, I fucking love me... And hey, maybe Gabby could get her number for a fuck?
A very tall, very solidly built black guy figured he’d had enough, moving over and drawing his supposed girlfriend away from the crazy white girl. Gabby waved with a sarcastic smile, rolling her eyes and moving off the dance floor completely. She’d not yet worked up a sweat, so she figured some shots were in order. Moving up close to the bar, Gabby leaned over, exposing her cleavage in order to get the bartender’s attention. He came over, a stupid grin on his face. “Three shots of Tequila, please.” The bartender’s eyebrows lifted briefly before he went to go get them. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, dick.” She muttered.
Kieron hadn’t really paid much attention to anything going on on the dance floor, there were about a million and one people crowded around someone in the middle, watching someone else while everybody else was at the bar. He’d decided he’d rather just stay at the bar and observe what he could. A voice from beside him was ordering up Tequila like she owned the place, and an eyebrow lifted as he looked over to the woman. “You know,” he said bringing his hands up to make his gesture grand, “That is what I need. A pair of tits. I have never seen a drink come so spritely.” he said, letting on full that yes he did have a British accent and O-m-g isn’t that like totally sexy??
From beside him a man nudged his way into a spot by the bar and Kieron was pushed closer to Gabby. “I’m Kieron, but that’s not really important, what’s your name?” he asked, able to get the words out over the crowd. That was one thing the smoking never did to him, ruin his ability to project his voice.
Gabby looked over at the sexy British brunette with pleasant surprise clear on her face. “They’re more effective at getting me what I want than anything else I’ve tried. Politeness and friendliness be damned next to a pair of perky breasts.” So saying, she drew her shoulders back, making her breasts strain against the fabric of her top. Gabby knew a come on when she heard it, but waited for her drinks before she responded. Once the shots were laid out on the bar in front of her, she suggestively licked the skin between her thumb and forefinger, her eyes never leaving Kierons’. She sprinkled some salt on her damp skin and picked up her lime slice. She took a deep breath, like she was about to plunge into a pool, licked the salt and downed the three shots one right after the other. Biting down into the slice of lime, she smiled.
Gabby always liked to start off a night of drinking that way, because everything else went down easier. Setting the lime into one of the empty shot glasses, she winked at Kieron. “Gabby.” She didn’t bother shaking hands, and turned back to the bartender, who had strayed back over to her. “Crown and Coke, please.” Turning her attention back to Kieron, she propped her elbow up on the bar and cupped her chin in her hand. “So do you dance, or did you just come for the liquor and glimpses of breasts and thigh?” Gabby gestured with her other hand, incorporating the room of barely clad women getting hot and sweaty. “Or all of the above?”
Kieron could definitely dig it, she was very open, very forward and soon, hopefully, very drunk. “I’m sort of a people watcher. But you know I’d be willing to give dancin’ a try if you’d be willing to teach me a bit, watcha think?” he asked her, finishing off the jack and coke and looking down at her. He wasn’t exactly the tallest person in the world but he did have the advantage of a good view from where he was standing. Sure, it was probably very ungentlemanly of him, but she’d already showed them off so what harm could he be doing.
Right now, what Kieron should have been doing was going outside, seeing if anybody was playing with fire a little too much, maybe find someone who he could easily drain, but instead he’d decided to stay here, inside, and take up a woman on dancing. He wasn’t exactly fighting the urge to go and do this but he knew that work was something he needed to do and he secretly slapped himself for not working more diligently.
Gabby smirked. So many responses came to mind, all of them inappropriate. “So, you like to watch?” She winked, knowing it was the more popular response to that statement. “I don’t know if I’m much of a teacher,” (which was a lie) Gabby paused in the attempt to look innocent, “but I’ll give it my best shot.” She took a swig from her Crown and Coke and kept it in hand. Never know who might try to slip something in my drink while I’m not looking With her other hand, she pulled Kieron onto the dance floor. Thankfully, the song wasn’t terribly fast, so Gabby was in no danger of spilling her drink, necessarily.
Once out in the crowd, Gabby used Kieron’s hand to pull him flush up against her body from behind. She melded her curves against his body, moving in a smooth rhythm with her hips. She placed the hand she had captured on her own hip, holding it there. “You just move your hips. True rhythm is something you feel, and you let go. Or, you try to, at least.” Gabby laughed a little, having never tried to teach a stranger aside from actual dance classes she attended. Being a fire elemental, Gabby’s body temperature was slightly elevated. She usually noticed a temperature difference in others she danced with, but for some reason Kieron didn’t feel colder. She chalked it up to the heat in the club, and all the bodies pressed close together. “How’s that feel?” Because let’s face it, Gabby was enjoying herself, especially since this guy had an awesome accent. It was a pleasant bonus. Abruptly, Gabby threw a question behind her, louder than before. “What ever made you hop the pond? If I were you, I would have kept my happy ass in England.”
It took Kieron a little while to get himself situated to the beat but eventually he found himself moving, more or less, to the rhythm. He sort of chuckled when she mentioned having his happy ass back in England. Kieron hated water, and well, England was wet and so whenever it rained, Kieron was a miserable little child. However, he did sometimes miss not being looked at like a total freak. There was something about having his accent that made him more easily gawked and stared at, so it was a nice surprise to have somebody who wouldn’t mind talking to him regardless of it, or maybe even because of it.
“Well I’m not sure if you’ve ever been to England but it’s about as soggy as a wet dog and it’s fuckin’ rainy. I’d rather be in America any day over a wet England.” he said more quietly into her ear since she’d be able to hear him better from the position she was in. “Besides, I’m not too entirely sure girls in England are this beautiful.” When he said beautiful it came out more like Bew-ih-ful but he was sure she would get the picture anyway. Moving more in beat with the music he tightened his grip around her waist to make sure he had a good hold of her. She was warm, much warmer than other girls and he smirked. Finally, he thought, a good nights work can be done.
Gabby smiled, glad that Kieron wasn’t absolutely horrible at dancing. It would have made things so much less enjoyable. As for his accent, she didn’t mind it in the least. Gabby always had a strange place in her heart for people with accents. She didn’t like the accents that people had native to this area, and worked very hard to sound like she didn’t have an accent at all.
“Never been. But I can sort of understand that. I used to hate the rain as a child. I had to stay indoors and play instead of outside. But, eventually I got over it and now it doesn’t stop me from enjoying the outdoors.” Thanks in small part to my kid brother. “Plus I think it’d be neat just to visit England, if only just to sit around and listen to the way people talk. Like ‘bloody hell’ and all that shit.” Gabby attempted to mimic his accent, laughing. When Kieron’s grip on her waist tightened, she leaned her head back so that their faces were touching. “I bet you say that to all the club rats you pick up.” Gabby laughed throatily. She was, in fact, flattered. “You’re not too shabby yourself.” She moved her hips in a deeper, swaying movement, not in the least bit shy. “So, what brings you to Scarlet Oak? I know there are a lot better places in America to visit.”
Kieron decided to be a little brave this time and sort of spin her around to the music. Now that she was facing him he pulled her in close and shrugged his shoulders. “I was livin’ in Anne Arbor for a bit and I went there cause I had a mate who let me crash at his flat.” and by mate he meant the vampire who’d saved his life. He’d been homeless when he moved to Anne Arbor and really, he just kind of ended up there by chance, but she didn’t need to know that, it didn’t exactly make him look good.
“I just had to get out of the city, ya know? It was too much, too fast and I fucked things up. I guess you could say I’m sort of a runaway.” he said, hoping that aspect of danger would make this fire elemental a little more ready to tango. As the music came to a close, he thought about her comment on the rain. If he’d still been an amateur, that statement might have off put him on thinking she was an elemental, but he knew from experience that people were different and that her body temperature alone would say enough. When the song stopped he looked at her, and smirked a bit. “D’ya want to join me outside? I’m desperate for a cigarette.” he said. He figured if she was interested, even if she didn’t smoke, she’d want to at least keep talking to him.
Gabby grinned like an idiot when he spun her around, and looked up at him with that same emotion as he pulled her close. She continued to move with him, listening to his tale. “I don’t blame you. I’m not too fond of Anne Arbor myself.” Scarlet Oak was by no means quiet, but it was less innately busy than the city. At the word runaway, Gabby narrowed her eyes for a split second. Usually, that term had a negative connotation, and Gabby was no fool. She brightened quickly, leaning in closer. “So. You’re a bad boy.” It wasn’t exactly a question.
Unfortunately, Gabby could appreciate the dangerous aspects of other people, considering she could be pretty dangerous with her gifts if she wanted to be. At his invitation, Gabby accepted immediately, wanting to continue her flirtation. “Sure. I don’t smoke, but I think some fresh air is in order. It’s way too hot in here. And for some reason, I think its your fault.” Gabby narrowed her eyes in mock suspicion as she moved towards the door. Her coordination was not at its best and she stumbled a little once before she made it outside. “Aahh...much better.” Gabby walked out from under the overhang, and straight into the rain, holding her hands out. The rain wasn’t cold or stinging, but a warm, almost soft texture. Gabby wasn’t worried about catching a cold, so she just stood there, letting her clothes get drenched.
As soon as he realized it was raining outside, Kieron reached back for his big fucking umbrella. Kieron very much did not like rain and he would do his best to stay away from it, always. Holding the umbrella up with one arm, Kieron placed a cigarette between his lips, took a match from his pocket, struck it against the pole of the umbrella and lit his cigarette with it. In just a seconds time he stubbed the match into his forearm out and tossed it on the ground as he started his cigarette. It was a parlour trick, something he never really took to consideration but it was definitely a dead giveaway.
He smirked at her as she played in the water, it was cute for a fire elemental to go prancing around in the water, it was definitely something he liked to avoid, but he liked the irony of it. He looked down at her wet clothes and smirked, taking a drag of his cigarette. “You got a little something on your outift.” he teased, moving toward her to offer a little bit of his umbrella.
Gabby turned towards Kieron once he grabbed his umbrella. So, he’s incredibly warm and uses an umbrella... Gabby was very close to mentally classifying Kieron as a fire elemental, but she wasn’t sure if that was it or not. She watched him light his cigarette, and then put it out on his arm. His dry arm. Gabby narrowed her eyes for a moment. Aha! When he moved closer, she smiled and looked up at him from underneath her eyelashes. Time to test this theory... “Does that bother you?” Because if it does, I know what you are. Gabby moved all the way underneath the umbrella with Kieron, her actions sure and confident.
Leaning up very slightly, Gabby pressed the long, wet line of her body against Kieron’s, subtly guiding the hand that held his cigarette out of the way so as not to snuff the ember with her rain-damp flesh. She rolled forward and up onto her toes a bit, a natural, graceful dancer’s movement. “If it does, please stop me.” And with that she moved her face the last little distance until her lips met his, winding her dripping arms up around his neck.
It wasn’t the beautiful woman pressing her lips against his that bothered him, or the fact that she was so forward, but he squirmed only slightly when he felt the wetness of the water. He shivered at it. Sadly, Kieron was extremely afraid of water, which made washing himself difficult most days, he had to practically boil the water in order for it to be bearable. Still, she was kissing him and he liked that so he placed his free hand at her waist, even though it was clear that she was making him shiver with the water. He wasn’t going to stop her, the question would have been could he even attempt to stop her? And the answer to that was most definitely no.
When their lips parted, although he was still shivering, more than her, he smirked. “Uh yes, please, I’d like this beautiful woman to stop kissin’ me now.” he teased her, not removing his hand from her waist. While he was still cold and shivering from the wet touch, he dealt with it for a little while longer.
Gabby’s mouth lingered against Kieron’s, thoroughly enjoying the kiss. And, the fact that she was right. From the moment she put her wet body against his, Kieron had started shivering. “Cold?” She smiled up at him lazily. The alcohol was beginning to take its toll on Gabby, and her eyes turned a little glassy with the very pleasant buzz she had going. She moved to press her lips against Kieron’s cheek near his ear, caressing his earlobe as she whispered, “I know what you are.” She pulled away to fix him with a gaze that lost some of its effect since she was grinning like an idiot.
Kieron’s smirk was way, way too sexy and Gabby leaned up to steal another kiss from his mouth. “I would suggest that we go somewhere less wet so that I can take these drenched clothes off, but I’m afraid I don’t know you very well.” Despite the flirtatious lilt to Gabby’s voice, she was still dead-pan serious. “I’d definitely need some convincing.”
Kieron wasn’t sure what she meant when she said she knew what he was. Did she know he was a hunter? He wasn’t sure but since she didn’t bring it up again, he’d wait a little while longer before he started to grill her about it. Kieron’s job was very illegal, and if she knew that he was what he was, then he could be in a lot of trouble. Regardless, she didn’t seem to be running off to call the cops or anything so he was assured that if she did know it wasn’t something that she was afraid of.
He shrugged his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know you very well either. For all I know, I could wake up in the morning without my kidneys.” he said, nodding his head to that and putting out his cigarette on the pavement. “Although if you at least let me keep one it might be worth it.” he said, smirking again down at her, trying to calm his shivering body. It was difficult but he was going to try his very best to attempt it. He would have much appreciated if she was out of the wet clothes in more ways than one, but mostly because he hated the water.
Teasingly, Gabby walked her fingertips along Kieron’s shoulder to emphasize what she was about to say. “Warm to the touch...Or, warmer than most men...You feel just as warm as me...And you hate the rain...You left your home to get away from it, right?” The smile that lit Gabby’s face was a little silly. She didn’t have any grasp on the fact that Kieron might not know what she meant. Or, that he’d believe her at all, especially in her current state.
Gabby was caught between not wanting to torment the man with her wet skin anymore, and wanting to kiss him again. “Well, what to do? I don’t have any use for your kidneys, to be honest.” Gabby tried for a reassuring smile. “I don’t know how much you believe in people’s words, but I can give you mine that I intend no foul play. Will that work? Or are you still a bit gun-shy?” Gabby really hoped that he was more of the trusting type. Or that she was not very threatening in his eyes. Whichever one worked in her favor.
Kieron sort of raised his brow at that statement regarding how warm he was. What did she mean by that? Of course he couldn’t figure out the obvious because it was something he spent a great deal of time convincing himself of. He was normal, that was what he believed, even if he didn’t want to be he was almost 100% sure there was nothing weird about him, besides his job of course. “I didn’t leave home because of rain.” he said rather quietly. He could go into his whole sob story, tell her about the house fire, but she was a fire elemental, as he’d deducted and she’d probably think it was cool rather than devastating.
Luckily, Kieron had her exactly where he wanted her, having her feel like she should convince him that she was trustworthy rather than vice versa and he nodded his head to her question. “Alright, but if you come near me with a scalpel I might just book it.” he teased and leaned in one more time, despite his shivering, to place a kiss on her lips. “Where to then?” he asked her.
Gabby own eyebrows drew up at the quiet note in Kieron’s voice. “Oh. Well. My mistake. Bad subject? That’s the story of my life: my mouth runs away with me and usually gets people upset or hurt.” Gabby had no idea why she’d just said that. Oh well. She chalked it up to the alcohol in her system that made her pulse beat harder against her flesh, her temperature climbing higher. Which gave her an idea.
Gabby spread her hands in a gesture of innocence. “I don’t have a scalpel.” All I have is a Zippo and my pocket knife. Can’t be too careful, or too trusting of the world. I’m not stupid. Had Gabby knew she was walking into a delicate situation with a hunter who wanted her blood, she might think differently about her intelligence. “Well, my dad’s out visiting a friend. You could accompany me to my home?” Gabby made a move to walk towards her car. “But...if I drive I think it’d be bad news. Do you have a car? Or, can I trust you to drive mine?” Gabby tilted her head to the side, as if she was calculating Kieron’s trustworthiness right there.
Kieron reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys for his bike. “If you think you can manage to hold on I can drive you.” he said, which didn’t exactly make sense until he started walking toward his chopper. Kieron was the type of jerk who didn’t wear a helmet and just rode on the open rode without a care in the world. He liked the impending danger, it sort of was perpetuated by his lifestyle, why not in his vehicle? He grabbed the keys and hopped on, wondering if she’d go on with him or decide just to take a taxi. There was some honest to god attraction to her on his part, and he felt remorse over the fact that if they met again, it wouldn’t be a pleasant meeting.
No point in letting a drunk girl drive home, her blood would be worthless to him if she was laying on the side of the road surrounded by coppers. He patted the seat on the back of his motorcycle and nodded to her. “Don’t worry, I’m a professional.” he said, which may have been meant more than one way but he’d let her come up to that conclusion herself.
A few thoughts flew through Gabby’s head while she tilted her head to the side to consider her options. Her mind wasn’t as clear as it should have been thanks to all the alcohol she’d taken in so short an amount of time. “It makes sense that you would have a bike.” At least, to Gabby it did. Men who were the bad boy type weren’t quite perfect without the stereotypical motorcycle. She giggled after a moment, following Kieron over to his bike. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be flashing at least someone on the way home. Skirts and bikes don’t mix. Shit.” Despite this revelation, Gabby bent down to take her shoes off, not even realizing that her breasts were straining desperately against her top.
“Just a sec.” Gabby padded on her bare feet to her car where she kept her dance bag in the trunk. She discarded her heels and grabbed some of her ballet type slippers. Good thing they aren’t the ones with the ribbon. That’d just be retarded. She slid them on and trotted back to Kieron and his bike. I sure am trying to make this work. Maybe its his accent, or the fact that he’s absolutely gorgeous... The smile that lit her face was almost equal parts liquor induced as it was genuine excitement. “Ready.” She climbed onto the back of the bike and wound her arms around Kieron’s waist, letting her bare knees rest flush up against his legs. Craning her head up to whisper in his ear, Gabby gave him directions to her home. Hope he can find it alright. Unfortunately for Gabby, she saw no qualms with taking a stranger home. Especially not a sexy one.
Kieron started up the bike, and rode it off onto the rode, riding it in the general direction of Gabby’s home. As they came to a stop light, he had his feet on both sides of the bike and he turned his head a little to speak to her. “I hope you’re pointin’ me in the right direction, I am crap at directions.” he said with a little bit of a chuckle, which was true on the most part, he constantly had to ask for directions, especially living in a new town. Luckily, it was a fairly straight shot to her place and Kieron pulled his bike up, finding somewhere where he could safely park it. Once he did, he got off the bike and put out his black, fingerless gloved hand to help her off of the bike.
There was a story behind the gloves, it could have been anything really, but mostly it was because his hands always ran a little warm, and that warmth usually got other people uncomfortable. Around vampires, he also tried to keep himself fairly clothed so that he never had to feel that coldness of their skin. “Did I make it? Are we here?” he asked her, even though it was obvious that this was her place.
Gabby clung onto Kieron for all she was worth. Not because she was scared, but because she really didn’t want to fall. And plus, Kieron was so warm. It was becoming quite intoxicating being this close to another elemental. (Because Gabby was convinced, regardless of anything else anyone would say on the matter.) Gabby’s whole family represented all the elements, and she’d met other fire elementals and known they were. But nothing like this. Gabby’s cheeks were permanently flushed with heat and desire. She kept leaning up to press kisses to the side and back of Kieron’s neck, hoping she wasn’t distracting him too much. “I wouldn’t lead you astray. I don’t see any reason to do that. It doesn’t get me anywhere closer to dry clothes. Or, no clothes at all. Whichever works.” Gabby shrugged lightly.
Gabby took Kieron’s hand, using it to pull herself up off the bike. She half-stumbled in the process, and used the momentum to her advantage by making her body collide gently with Kieron’s. Her smile was goofy and she giggled softly, her voice low. “This is my home.” She dug around in her purse for her keys, keeping a hold on Kieron’s hand as she led him up to the front door. Unlocking the door with a dexterity she didn’t feel she should have had in her state, she threw the door open and pulled Kieron in after her. As soon as Kieron was bodily inside the door, she pushed him against it to close it, her own bodily pressing against his. Her lips found his warm mouth and she pressed a lingering kiss there. “Do you like it?” She meant her home, but the smile that curved her lips meant something else altogether.
From his pocket, he drew some necessary items so they’d be at hand when they needed to be. “So what do you do for a living?” he asked her after the kiss broke, completely ignoring her question about liking it or not. Clearly, Kieron had misunderstood what she’d meant and didn’t think it merited an answer. Of course he liked it, she was gorgeous. Now, had he known she’d been talking about her home, he would have had a look see, but that was not what he was focused on at the moment. Unfortunately for someone like Kieron, he was a passionate and fiery (literally) person who could sometimes act on utter impulse. He lightly slipped his knife in through his sleeve, careful not to let it sink out too soon. He was careful with the knife, no matter what, and she wouldn’t even be able to tell what was beneath his sleeve.
He looked down at her, letting his arms slide easily around her waist. The tighter the grip, the easier it would be to hold her down. It was a sick profession, that was for sure, and Kieron almost felt bad that he’d be doing this to her when they could have easily allowed themselves to escalate that night, but Kieron was poor and he needed to make some money quick. Also, the idea of being linked to one family seemed safer to him in a way. “If you tell me, I’ll tell you what I do.” he offered, ‘sweetening’ the deal.
Gabby wasn’t completely together, or she would have probably picked up on the flurry of movement. Probably. Gabby was more focused on where she thought things were leading, rather than what was actually happening. So saying, she giggled, pressing her body firmly against Kieron, leaning into his arms. “I’m a dancer. A student, at the University of Michigan. I’m studying to become a choreographer, with a minor in musical theater.” She used kisses as punctuation, pressing her lips to Kieron’s at every pause.
She slowly began leading Kieron down the hallway, never quite breaking contact with him. She smiled up at him, continuing to lay passionate kisses on his mouth, completely turned on and definitely trying her best to get things moving in the right direction. Which at the moment just so happened to be her bedroom. She backed down the hallway carefully, opening her door and pulling Kieron inside. “Whatever it is, I bet its sexy. It has to be.” She backed up until the back of her legs hit her bed, at which point she pulled Kieron down on top of her, her hands exploring his body hungrily as she kissed him for all she was worth.
As he didn’t want to pull away from the kiss too soon, he let it linger for a bit, getting his standings on the bed. He took her arms and pinned them at the top of the bed, holding them together with one hand. With his hand that he had his knife in he smirked at her and brought the knife within her vision. “I’m a blood hunta’.” he said, expecting her now, like they always did, to squirm and try to break free. On occasion they would assume he was joking, until he started siphoning blood from their veins. “I work for vampires, and you, little lady, have the type of blood I need to get.” he said, securing his grip on her hands.
He loved and hated this part. He loved that he’d given someone a sense of surprise, that they weren’t expecting it, but he hated the part where they’d struggle. Granted, Kieron’s faith in humanity had been long gone, he’d all but given up on the human race. Vampires, however, vampires had been nothing but good to him and he wanted to repay them by hurting the very people whom he’d lost his faith in. “This’ll be much easier if you hold still.” he said to her.
Gabby chuckled softly as her wrists were pinned above her head. Desire flooded through her veins and she barely registered the words “blood hunter” before she had the full-on view of a knife in her face. Her instinctual reaction was also the common one: Gabby’s eyes flew wide open, the adrenaline in her system burning slightly through the intoxicated haze her mind was muffled in, leaving her temporarily sobered. “A what?!” She struggled at first, her breathing ragged as she gasped and writhed underneath Kieron. “Fuck!” She wasn’t the weakest person in the world, but she knew when she was caught. And she was caught fast.
She swallowed audibly, her pulse thudding in her ears as she went strangely still, almost like she was waiting. On the heels of the adrenaline and the panic, came desire once more. A hot, shameless wash of it, making her already amped up temperature climb higher. Her wide eyes relaxed into the hooded, half-lidded bedroom eyes she’d had moments before the knife came out. True, her pulse was still racing and her heart hammered painfully in her chest, but she couldn’t shake how turned on she was. And somehow, the fear was melting away, and any thought that this reaction was fucked up was lost in the wash of that caustic desire. “Promise you’ll be gentle?” At that, she rolled her hips up into Kieron’s where she was pinned underneath him, lifting herself as close to him as she could to capture his lips with hers again.
Immediately he looked at her, confused as hell. Did she think he was joking? The rolling of her hips into his was a clear sign that she was not. He looked down at her for second as she came closer to capture his lips and watched as she came back down. “I’m a professional.” he answered her. Kieron was a professional and he could very well make it not hurt at all, but he also knew how to make it hurt a lot. He loosened the grip on her hands, figuring that if she tried anything he’d just have to remind her of the knife that was there. He brought one arm down and adjusted himself over her, sort of straddling her hips as he prepared to drain her.
From his cargo shorts he pulled out a tourniquet and wrapped it around her arm, tight so that the blood would be able to flow out of her faster. From his pocket again, a pre-wrapped syringe. He may have been doing something highly illegal, but he was sterile about it. His job wasn’t to kill anybody, so he might as well be clean about it, so to speak. He looked at the syringe, and at her. He had a few vials to fill so hopefully she could hold on that long for him to finish. He extended her arm a little more, and examined her veins. He took a small bag from his pocket where he’d kept everything, sort of like an insulin set, and took out an individual pack of rubbing alcohol and he opened it, wiping it over the area once he found the vein. It was very methodical and Kieron sometimes felt himself feeling joy from the act of draining. Finally he looked down at her, wondering still if she was serious about accepting her fate. “You ready?” he asked her, preparing himself to stick the needle into her arm.
Gabby watched all of this with the same, heavy-lidded gaze. When the syringe and the rest of Kieron’s draining paraphernalia came out, Gabby’s eyes narrowed, but not in fear. Almost as if she was calculating all of this with her logical brain. The alcohol in her system kept her calm, and while her heart continued it’s rat-a-tat dance against her chest cavity, she wasn’t going to move or freak out. Some small part of her mind was screaming that this was wrong, that she shouldn’t be as excited as she was, but her tequila induced mellowness ignored it.
Gabby was, secretly, impressed, and raised her eyebrows a fraction as Kieron swabbed the inside of her elbow with alcohol. She watched as the tourniquet made her vein begin to stand out, her pulse beating fast and hard against her thin, soft flesh. When he asked if she was ready, she flashed him a feral, confident grin that was a little strange, given the situation. “Yes.” A thought occurred to her, and she smirked. “I know you’re going to take my blood regardless. But will you at least stay afterward? I’d really still like to fuck you.” Her voice was calm, and it dropped seductively with her last sentence. Minus the small thread of internal screaming, her mind was completely wrapped around the idea of blood and sex. Any sane person would set him on fire...or something! Something, other than lay there and enjoy it!, the voice said.
After he’d filled a few vials he removed the needle slowly and pressed cotton to the small wound, taking the gauze and wrapping it around the wound. When she said that he looked down at her and his eyes sort of bugged out of his skull. Yes, she was frank, and if he didn’t feel like he’d get slapped when he asked something like that, he might himself consider being that up front. Then again, while Kieron was shocked by her proposal, he was also not someone to turn down sex from someone as attractive as her.
He stumbled a bit with the words, knowing that he was typically the one who had to sort of charm things out of women and was caught off guard with the way she seemed to just forget about being charmed and took her own initiative. “Uh, b... yeah, yeah alright.” he said with smirk to make sure she knew that it wasn’t because he was settling, but because he was caught off guard. He looked down at her, pretty much ready for him and looked at the vials. He wasn’t going to leave them there, he had to put them somewhere safe. “Hold that thought.” he said and ran downstairs to his chopper. If he was in his neighborhood he probably wouldn’t leave the vials in such an unprotected place, but as they were in hers, it didn’t seem like anybody would go searching through his things in a place like this. He jogged outside to his chopper with the vials, secured them in the bag, looking around to make sure no one was watching, and found himself back in the room. “I’m back.” he said wondering if she’d had time to call the police within that period of time.
Gabby watched the blood as it left her body, purely fascinated. She felt a little weak from it, but not by much. It wasn’t as if he’d taken as much he could have, for which she was grateful. She didn’t think lightheaded sex would end well. Watching Kieron’s reaction to her words made Gabby feel pretty damned special. Almost like she’d surprised him more than he had her.
Gabby’s eyebrows raised a fraction as she smirked. “Good.” And then he left in a hurry, and she had to put her desires on ice, so to speak. She rose up on her elbows on the bed, kicking her shoes off while she waited. When the brunette reappeared, the smile that greeted him was genuine and bright. Rising up all the way, Gabby moved to where Kieron was standing. Grabbing his hands in her own, she drew him slowly back to her bed, her eyes locked to his. “Are you ready?” She chuckled as she threw his words in his face. Before he’d even answered her, she placed her lips against his and pulled him down on top of her, her arms winding around him.
With his body pressed up against hers he pressed his palms on her bed and positioned himself above her so he was still at an advantage. He moved his legs up on the bed and attempted to kick off his boots on the end of the bed. They fell like they should have and he smirked a bit at the fact that he’d managed it. He moved his hands up the length of her side and felt how flexible the material was over her skin.
Since moving from Ann Arbor, Kieron had been a long time celibate. It could weigh down on him at times and so now, even though he knew it was a risky thing to do, he couldn’t help the man in him. Humans obviously weren’t his first choice in mates, vampires seemed to allure him much more than any human, but she was foreword and she was there and there was no point in letting that go to waste. Clearly, Kieron was ready. He didn’t hesitate in pulling at the hem of her skirt and to position himself between her legs. It was almost automatic for him, despite the fact that it had been way too long since he last did anything like this. Having been only months out of a long term relationship, Kieron was well looking forward to the evening ahead.