Graham Donovan (_backfire) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-10-02 04:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-28 |
She matters when everything is meaningless
Who: Graham and Jezebelle
Where: Moonlit Garden
When: Evening
Warning: NSFW
Thank god photos didn’t develop properly of Graham, because the damn apron thing he had to wear at the flower shop while working was just ridiculous. That paired with the snappy get up he had - all black, minus the red dress shirt under the vest and the white shoes - just made him even more out of place. But hey, anything for his sire. He did tell her that he would help her get the shop up and running again, so it was the least he could do. While rearranging the displays, he leaned over to take a glimpse of her on the other side of the store on and off, only to smile and wave in her direction when she finally looked his way. It was nice now that he finally confessed his love to her. Now they were like newlyweds or something.
Lost in his own world, Graham walked on over to the main counter with several flowers in hand and caught sight of a vase there with flowers that clearly didn’t belong in the store. Jezebelle wasn’t that bad at arrangements and even the smell seemed off. Knotting up his face, he looked them over and then called out to his sire, “Jez, what’s up with these flowers?” Graham placed his down and inspected them some more, catching sight of the little note that came attached to them. Raising an eyebrow, he propped it open and barely read the first three words until he realized it was someone proclaiming their love. Graham blinked, mouth hanging open in confusion as he let that simmer in his brain before spinning on his heels and angrily flailed it in Jezebelle’s direction. He might have been a vampire, but he was a fire elemental for a damn good chunk of his life and irrational outbursts? Totally acceptable in undeath. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!”
While the mystery of the anonymous flowers was still unsolved, Jezebelle no longer put any stock in the meaning behind them. She could not appreciate a gift properly when she didn’t know who they were from, and she couldn’t help but feel like someone was playing games with her. Having given up on figuring out who sent them, she’d forgotten about them, up until Graham took notice of them. Even when he did, his outburst was such that it took her a moment to figure out what he was referring to. “I’ve got a secret admirer or something. Probably a stalker,” Jezebelle said, looking up at him from her current arrangement. “They came earlier this afternoon. I thought maybe they were from you until someone called and asked about a similar arrangement.” She supposed she should react more strongly to his outburst, but there was something endearing about it. He didn’t want her getting flowers? It made her smile and roll her eyes.
Because somehow telling Graham it was from a stalker made anything better. His eyes widened some more as his jaw just dropped. Not that he didn’t want Jezebelle getting flowers... but they weren’t from him, so yeah, these flowers? Not cool. “I... they... but.... STALKER?! How can you possibly be fucking calm if you’re damn certain it’s a stalker?!” Graham flailed around some more, looking absolutely ridiculous, considering his get up, then finally dropped his arms to the side and tilted his head in Jezebelle’s direction. “Fuck it, I’m just going to fucking torch these things and then find the fucktard who thinks it’s SHEER GENIUS to stalk you, because I’m going to light HIM on fire after.” Crumbling up the note, he patted at his pant pockets to pull out a pack of matches and began fiddling with them.
“I don’t know that it’s a stalker, love,” Jezebelle said with a laugh as she came around the counter. It was becoming obvious how bothered he was by such a notion, so she wanted to calm him down, even if she didn’t have a good explanation. “I talked to someone earlier who also received an arrangement like this, with the exact same note, and we think more people did too. I don’t know why, but I’m not worried.” She reached up and put her gloved hands over his as he fiddled with the matches. “You can set the flowers on fire if it makes you feel better, but please be careful,” she smirked. “I’ve already had one flower shop burn down. If I have a second in one month, people are going to think I’m cursed. Besides, I don’t want you to burn yourself.”
...wait, someone else got the same thing? Really? Graham stood there, dumbfounded at this idea. “...seriously? That’s just fucking retarded right there. I guess if you did have a stalker, they’d be smart enough to know NOT to get you flowers.” He paused, lit match in hand and tried to save himself from that. “Not that you don’t deserve flowers or anything, but seeing it’s what you do all the time, you’d think they’d be a bit more creative. I mean, trust me, if you didn’t do this? Your bed would have rose petals on it every day... maybe... I’d have to skimp out on a couple days and do tulips due to money being- AH! Jesus- fuck!” Not realizing how short the match was getting, he caught sight of the match just before it reached his fingertips and dropped it to the floor to stomp his foot over. After a forced sigh of relief, he struck up a new match. “...take two, with less fail.” That said, he lit up the crumbled note and watched it burn for a second before tossing it into the flower arrangement. No, he wasn’t very conscious of the fact he wasn’t being discreet at all with this, but he was keeping an eye on them to make sure the flames didn’t spread.... and the fire was really pretty.
“I’m usually the stalker, not the other way around,” Jezebelle grinned. Anyone being stalked by her didn’t get to live long afterwards, which she suspected Graham would figure out. As he rambled on about making her a bed of roses, Jezebelle bit her lip, smiling pleasantly. No one had ever done such a thing for her, and just the fact that Graham had considered it made her smile, though she jumped when he cursed, just as surprised by the low burning match as he was. “Just because I work with flowers, doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy receiving them,” she pointed out, taking his burnt fingers in her hand and kissing the tips. “It just takes a little more knowledge on your part... though you can’t go wrong with a bed of roses.” Releasing him, she watched as he lit a match again, this time paying more attention to exactly where the fire went. While she appreciated the beauty of the fire, she preferred to watch him instead, how his eyes lit up with the flames. “If I had received flowers from another man, what would you have done to him?” she asked with a little smirk.
The only downside - ok, there was more than one, but like Graham ever kept track - to being undead was that he couldn’t properly blush for Jezebelle. Her lips against his fingertips? Amazing. Pure bliss. He watched her for a second, giving her that coy look that tended to accompany said blush and then shyly smiled at her. Then there was that question and he merely laughed in twisted amusement. “Probably bind him to something and slowly douse sections of his body in gasoline and light each one on fire. Have to go the painful, yet slow route with something like that. And of course you’d have to be there to watch. Maybe we could put on a show for him so he can be dying, jealous of the fact he can’t have you, whether or not his dick is currently on fire.” Then he turned to Jezebelle with a mockingly innocent smile, the look in his eyes enough to show his maniacal mind was at work. “Something like that. Shoving a stick of dynamite up his ass and blowing him up was a close second.”
That was why they were a perfect match. For all the worlds different between them, he answered as if he’d read her mind, giving her exactly what she wanted to hear. Her fangs dug into her lips as she grinned at him, enjoying the look that she knew had come with a blush when he’d been human. Innocent Graham was not, but she loved when he tried to play it. “I wouldn’t miss it,” she said. “I’m sure you’d put on quite as show. Though if I wanted the flowers, I hope I could persuade you against killing him. What if he’s good in bed?” she asked, teasing lightly. She knew he had other women in his life-- and thank God they weren’t sending him flowers or all hell would break loose-- but she sometimes wondered what would happen if she had another man.
In all honesty, Graham would have been confused if other girls were sending him flowers. He slept around, but his heart belonged to Jezebelle. Why was this so hard for some people to comprehend at times? Blinking again at her, he smirked a bit while leaning his head in to reply gently, “I’d still burn the fucking flowers, but I’d give you a bottle of lube and bondage tape and tell you to knock yourself out.” It was hard to tell if Graham was kidding or actually being serious with that look on his face. It didn’t bother him, the sleeping around part. Knowing she loved someone else? That would kill him. A few steps closer and Graham snaked his arms around her waist loosely and kissed her forehead. “I know you curl up in bed with me at night when all is said and done. Sleep with the whole town and as long as I do that, I wouldn’t care.” He paused. “Just... don’t do it all in one night. I think that would worry me.”
It took all the blood in Jezebelle’s body to produce a blush, but she was almost sure it happened. The idea of her allowing anyone other than Graham to tie her up-- with tape of all things!-- was preposterous, and Jezebelle had never even purchased lube, let alone used it. Call her old fashioned, but she wasn’t entirely sure she understood what it was for. “You don’t have anything to worry about,” she said with a little laugh, arms wrapping around his neck. “Certainly not the whole town. Besides, you’re the only one that drives me that wild.” Graham might not be the only man she wanted to sleep with, but Jezebelle had never let go with anyone else the way she did with him. He thought of her as his little sex kitten, but it was a performance she could not repeat for anyone else if she wanted to.
The look on Jezebelle’s face, however, was precious. He knew she could be old fashioned, but... did she really get all flustered over the mention of such things? Well then, he knew what he was buying for a certain someone in a couple of days. “Do I now?” He teased her while raising an eyebrow. “I guess I should consider myself lucky or something like that.” With a chuckle, he eased in for a soft kiss, only to moan against her lips and nuzzle. “Shit, this stalker of yours should consider themselves lucky I’m not running out the door now to find out who they are. Only I can sweep you off your feet.” Well, he liked to think he’d be the only one. Hopefully two hundred years down the road there wouldn’t be a new love interest in her life. Graham hoped that their love could last forever... literally. They had the time, after all.
“You do,” she acknowledged with a shy little grin. What he could do to her was something special, unlikely to be repeated by anyone else. What she felt for him meant even more, and though she knew she couldn’t speak in absolutes, she truly believed she would love no one else for the rest of her life. It was both frightening and thrilling at the same time, to spend forever with someone. She couldn’t imagine anyone other than Graham. “If I’ve got a stalker sending me flowers, they’re not a very good stalker,” she snickered, kissing him back. “Anonymous flowers don’t sweep me off my feet, but burning them out of jealousy?” she said, casting a glance at the dying arrangement. “I love a man who’s willing to play with fire.” Graham just happened to do so in the literal sense as well as figuratively.
“I love playing with fire,” Graham moaned to Jezebelle, staring at the burning arrangement for a second just to make sure it didn’t spread. Seemed to be going well so far, even if it scared off a late night customer. Oh well, that meant more time with just Jezebelle. “Though I don’t know if I should feel proud that I swept you off of your feet over this...?” He gave his sire a confused look, followed by a slight smile. Graham didn’t consider himself the jealous type, but.... no, he was. Just not something he liked admitting to. Jezebelle was his and no one else could have her love and attention like that. “Either way, if said stalker shows his face, he’s getting a step up from the treatment these flowers are getting.” He watched the petals all turn the ash, nothing left but smoldering remains. “...I think we should let that cool down before cleaning it up. I’ve had my share of burns for the night.” He pouted a bit while eying his finger. Didn’t hurt as much as his shoulder from that damn woman several nights ago, but still.
“It’s not that I encourage jealousy... but a little doesn’t hurt,” Jezebelle said, looking at the burning flowers. Dixen had been jealous of Graham, but it had been more than Jezebelle could handle. He’d been angry, violent, and controlling. He’d been unable to understand that her affection could stretch between them and had severed their bond with a slap to the face. She’d not loved Graham then, but her sire had been willing to share her in any way, shape, or form. It had been the end of them, and she would not lose Graham for repeating his mistakes. She only hoped that, if the situation were repeated, Graham would be as accepting with her as she was with him. “It will heal,” she said, smiling softly as she looked at his finger. “Someday I’ll find you a way to play with fire without getting burned.” She didn’t really know how, but she was sure magic could manage it. Jezebelle just had to establish better connections with witches, something she’d avoided in the past. It hadn’t been necessary and they made her nervous.
His eyes went on down to his hand, hissing in a sharp breath of air as Jezebelle examined it. Barely a burn and it was painful as hell. His sire did a good job at taking his mind off of the minor accident. Off of a lot of things, actually. He knew without her, his heart and mind would still be a 100% set on Saoirse. Granted, he doubted that it would never entirely fade away, but his heart belonged to Jezebelle now. “The day you do, I’m going to turn into a fucking pyro and light myself on fire, you do know that, right?” Because Jezebelle had to sire Graham Donovan and that was the line of nonsense she got herself into. Though Graham simply laughed and pulled her into a tight hug, nuzzling into her neck, lips grazing over her skin as he purred. “Just having you in my life is as good as any fire, Jez,” he whispered lovingly.
She could only imagine how dangerous he’d be if fire was no longer a danger to him, a vampire that didn’t burn. It might just be possible due to him being a fire elemental before, but she didn’t know for sure. Someday she’d find out. Even if he didn’t get back any of his other elemental abilities, it would be worth it. “Then I’d be the moth drawn to the flame,” she laughed, picturing Graham as the human torch. It was so easy to see with what she knew of it. Her smile softened as he cuddled closer to her, and wrapped her arms around him in return. “Even if I’m more like an ice cube?” she asked, though his words warmed her heart. Sometimes she worried that he might regret the choice he’d made, but when he said things like that she felt at peace, hoping all was right.
While Graham wasn’t entirely fond of anything cold and wet, the idea of Jezebelle being a little ice cube made him chuckle. “Ice cubes can always melt to water and boil,” he pointed out, feeling like a nerd for all of two seconds as he kissed her neck. Bringing his face back up to hers, he rested his forehead against Jezebelle’s and stared into those pale eyes. Almost like ice in a way, but there was a softness to them. There was now. Not when they first met. Graham was fully aware of how he affected Jezebelle and that alone brought a smile to his face. Ladies deserved to be treated like ladies. “I really don’t care what form you come in, just as long as you’re with me.”
“It’s true that you can make my blood boil,” Jezebelle laughed softly, nipping at his ear as he kissed her neck. “In a good way. When you make me hot.” Looking back into his eyes, she could swear she felt her heart flutter, always brought to excitement when he looked at her like that. Graham had a way of making her feel special, loved for who she was regardless of her insanities. “Always,” she whispered back, fingers curling in the hair on the back of his neck. “Come home to me and I’ll always be waiting.” That was one thing they could always rely on, that whomever else took their fancy for a minute, it was nothing compared to what they had for each other.
Somehow Jezebelle receiving flowers from not Graham turned into the two of them embracing each other. He wasn’t complaining, especially with the way she nipped at his ear like that and tangled her fingers up in his hair enough to elicit a moan. His eyes stared hard into hers, thoughts racing as she mentioned always waiting for him. For some reason his mind went back to the first time he kissed her in her shop and desperately he just wanted to ravish the beauty there and not retreat to his hotel room. Sometimes there were seconds chances in life for a reason. “Hold that thought... for... just...” Graham still held onto Jezebelle, but extended one arm out to the smoldering pile of flowers, beating it a couple of times with his clothed arm to make sure it wouldn’t catch fire again, and then looked back to Jezebelle. “Ok, back to that thought.” He didn’t even let her get one word in and she was already over his shoulder and Graham was heading towards the back room. Once there, he closed the door behind them and placed Jezebelle down, only to press her up against the door firmly and planted his lips deeply onto hers.
She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her as Graham pummeled the flowers, not minding if it was overkill because it was Graham. Why pour water on the flowers when he could beat them to death? Before she could ask him what he was thinking, he looked back at her and the light in his eyes spoke for him. Her breath caught and then she was laughing, swept off her feet and over his shoulder as he hauled her to the back room. Graham had a sense of the dramatic that she loved and as he pressed her against the door she smiled into the kiss. When they’d been up front, she’d felt obligated to hold back on her affection, not wanting anyone to walk by the shop and see them through the window. Now that they were in the back room, she dropped her guard, pulling him closer as she kissed him hungrily. This was the effect Graham had on her, where everything else failed to exist when he was near. Should anyone walk into the store now, they would just have to wait. She was busy.
Graham moaned hard against his sire’s lips, one hand bracing himself against the door while the other grasped onto Jezebelle’s torso. He could never imagine being fully satisfied with that woman and she always left him desiring more. Sucking on her lower lip, not caring if his fangs dragged along her flash, he groaned into her some more, “I’ll always be wanting you. You’ll never have to wait too long.” He parted from her lips only to plant kisses along her jaw, nuzzling into her cheek all the while. Graham was a free spirit and, like a flame, would roam where ever he wanted, but at the end of the night he belonged to Jezebelle and she to him. His lips trailed down her neck playfully for a second, only to drag his tongue back up as he made his return to her lips, kissing her fully.
Her leg drew up over his hip as she arched against him, her skirt riding up on her thigh and one heel dropping to the floor. She could care less at the moment; there was no one to see the state she was in except for Graham, and he embraced the wild side in her, encouraged it even. The tight reign she had on herself was let loose when his lips touched hers, forgotten as she exposed her neck to him and tugged at her blouse to bare her breasts. It was never just a kiss with Graham, but so much more, and Jezebelle didn’t mind a bit. The second he dragged her to the back room, she knew things were going to escalate, and she encouraged it, teeth tugging at his lips as he kissed her once more. “Good,” she groaned. “You know I hate waiting.”
The hand gripping at her body eagerly traveled up her chest the instant she loosened her blouse, fondling one of her breasts intently while his lips were kept busy against hers. Each kiss was intoxicating, making Graham yearn for more. And with Jezebelle being so assertive with her actions, it definitely jumpstarted his arousal. Definitely his little sex kitten. He chuckled lightly with a grin, teasing her with his tongue as he pulled her away from the door. Excellent place and all if he was still human, but as a vampire? Yeah, that door would be coming down five seconds into the act. Still pleasing her, Graham took steps backwards, guiding his sire until his back hit up against a random table with a few chairs splayed out. He parted from her lips only to investigate the props with a raised eyebrow, then looked back to Jezebelle with a smirk, “Take your pick.”
That smirk, that evil little laugh, was so completely Graham in the heat of the moment that Jezebelle thought she might melt then and there. Apparently he thought she was capable of making a decision at this point, while her head was so clouded with lust that she could barely think straight. “Table,” she said, nipping at his neck as her hands began to tug at his pants. The table was closest, the only reason for that decision, since she wanted his focus back on her as soon as possible. What he did with that choice was his decision; she could think of a number of things she would enjoy that she’d never suggest herself, but knew Graham fully capable of instigating. The man was wild, something she’d known the day she met him, even if she’d not allowed things to rise to this level. Here was their second chance.
“Excellent choice,” Graham moaned to her, instantly picking her up by her waist and relocating her to said table, sitting her on the edge. It didn’t take long for him to follow, ripping off the silly apron thing he had to wear all day - he didn’t care how many times Jezebelle said he looked cute in it - and moved in closer to his sire. He positioned himself between her legs, pulling her in close as one hand instantly hiked up her skirt as the other went to the small of her back to grasp onto. “And if the table breaks,” he kissed along her neck, down to her exposed chest, “then the floor is a second option.” His lips grazed over one of her nipples for a second before lapping at the perky flesh, then tugged gently at it with his teeth, all while his hips began rocking into her body. It couldn’t be helped at that point.
Her laugh became a groan as his mouth moved down her chest, her back arching off the table with the nip of his teeth. In all the years she’d owned a flower shop, not once had she done something like this in the back room, and she was very much looking forward to the opportunity with each thrust of his hips. “The table should hold,” she said as she ran her fingers through his hair. If it didn’t, then oh well. She could care less about the table at the moment. Jezebelle’s focus was on Graham and making sure he enjoyed the view. Her fingers finished unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a white lace bra that was no longer containing her breasts. With her skirt hiked up, he could see the matching thong, though she hoped that wouldn’t remain in place much longer. As much as she enjoyed the foreplay, it was nothing compared to the final act.
The second her thong became visible, Graham snaked a hand up to attempt to slip it off of her body. Easier said than done, but was definitely worth the effort in the end. Chucking the piece of material to... somewhere... he instantly brought his attention back to Jezebelle, his fingers teasing the folds between her legs while he moaned into her chest. “You should get flowers more often,” he teased. “I’m sort of liking this whole pissed off sex thing.” That said, he tugged at her nipple hard with his teeth, flicking his tongue at her in hopes to elicit a moan before bringing his lips on up to hers. “You are absolutely, utterly irresistibly. I could keep you locked up back here all night if I had it my way.” Licking at her lips, he then tugged at her bottom lip to suck on, pulling one hand away from her back to try and undo his pants. Seriously, why couldn’t they have a bonus power of having an additional hand when they needed it? Graham could have used it right then.
“This is you pissed off?” she asked with a little laugh. “No complaints here, but-- ohhh fuck.” Her eyes shut and her hips lifted to push back against his fingers, the thought completely lost. If this was Graham’s version of angry sex, then she could buy into any time, especially if all it took was receiving flowers from other men. She whimpered at the bites, pulling him closer, her hands pleading wordlessly for more. All night with Graham would never be enough; that’s why they had forever. “We’d have to try out all the chairs, the floor, and the wall,” she grinned as her breathing became heavy. “I wouldn’t be able to walk out of here.” The only bad thing about getting it on in the back room was that Jezebelle knew she’d want to curl up and cuddle with him afterwards. The table wasn’t really made for that, so he was responsible for getting her back home, where they could snuggle in bed instead. After, of course. Jezebelle didn’t want the after party without the main event first.
Hearing her crying out like that for him made Graham smile against her, enjoying all the little sounds that came out of her lips. He continued to curl his fingers up against her slick heat, pushing her further into that hazy arousal she seemed to love so much. Nuzzling into her face, he nipped at the corners of her lips, chuckling as she mentioned taking advantage of the entire room. “Someone sounds rather frisky this evening,” Graham purred into her ear, licking along the edge of her earlobe before biting fiercely on it and tugged. “You’d look remarkably sexy bent over one of the chairs.” His lips trailed down her neck and licked at the fragile skin right before her collar bone, still fiddling with his pants all the while. He parted his hand from her for only seconds, finally freeing himself, and then pulled Jezebelle back closer to thrust deep inside of her, completely relentless as he moaned against her.
Somewhere in between gasping for breath and soft moans, Jezebelle thought she heard a bell ring, the sound someone made as they entered the shop. With the state she and Graham were currently in, they would have to come back another day. She wasn’t moving unless it was to take advantage of Graham’s suggestion. The bell rang again and blissful silence took it’s place, at least in the main part of the shop. The noises in the back room began to grow louder as she cried out when Graham slid inside her. “You want me from behind?” she asked, bucking up against him. “I could get into that.” Really, any time Graham was fucking her she was happy. He’d yet to disappoint and, from the way it was going now, she was certain to enjoy this time as well. Her fingers gripped the table edge, giving her leverage to thrust back against him as she shut her eyes for a second of pleasure. It felt like forever since they’d been together, when it couldn’t have been more than a matter of days.
“I know you can,” Graham concurred, his tongue dragging over her neck while moaning into her body. “That’s why you’re my little sex kitten. Such the proper lady in public, yet kinky as fuck the second someone strokes you just right.” And as those very words left his lips, he made sure to pound extra hard into her body, just to see what type of reaction would pour out of her supple lips. As he continued to pump in and out of his sire, one hand gripped tightly onto her rear, swatting at her on the occasion just to hear her moan, while the other hand laced up her back and rested upon her shoulder blade for support. With each movement, Graham couldn’t help but to moan for Jezebelle, his eyes flicking on up to hers with desire swirling about in them. “Fuck, you are just surreal,” he breathed out while bringing his head up to lock lips with hers for a passionate, hungry kiss.
The name earned him a purr as her nails raked down his chest, dropping back down to grab the table for support as he thrust into her harder. Jezebelle gave into the urge to cry out, moaning Graham’s name as he continued to fuck her. “Just you,” she said, correcting him with a gasp. “Not just anyone. You.” She’d never been this wild with anyone else and wasn’t entirely sure she was capable of it. There would have to be a large degree of trust between them and that wasn’t something Jezebelle easily gave away. That was fine, though. Graham saw to pleasing her often enough that Jezebelle was never left wanting. And no one else would have gotten away with spanking her. Jezebelle yelped in surprise, her hips bucking back against him as her legs tightened around his waist. She pushed back against him, hungry for more, and when he leaned in to kiss her she held him tight, unwilling to let go as he drove her closer towards ecstasy.
To hear Jezebelle say that only added onto his burning fire, lusting even more for her. To know she was his like this sent chills throughout his body, leaving him tingling with desire and fueled him to push further into her body. His fingers dug into her thigh while he progressed, refusing to stop as he groaned into her lips. Feeling her tighten all over him was enough to build up his own arousal to the point of needing release. Graham nuzzled into his sire’s face, licking at her lips with a fierce fire in his eyes. Even if it wasn’t needed, his chest heaved with each heavy breath he took, crushing into Jezebelle as he held her tight and refused to let go until she finally came undone around him. “Come for me,” was all he could moan to her in between kisses, still lost in his own lust-driven haze.
Jezebelle was close even before Graham asked, but hearing his request put her completely over the edge. She moaned as she came, arching off the table, her fingers tugging in his hair. There was no need to hold on, as he had hold of her well enough. She couldn’t have gotten any closer to him if she wanted to. Her hips continued to thrust as she rode it out, hoping to feel him soon follow and enjoying the feel of him in the meantime. While she could sometimes have another go, the fuzzy feeling hovering in the background told her she’d soon want to curl up with Graham and snuggle. Still drunk on his kisses, she began to nibble on his ear and neck, encouraging the madness she so loved in him.
After a display like that, it was hard to hold on for much longer. And with Jezebelle nipping at his ear and neck, Graham felt himself give into her, his body trembling for a second as he hit his peak, groaning hard at the overwhelming sensation that flooded his body. That would never get old, never in a million years. And as he slowly came down from his high, hips idly rocking into hers, Graham let out a satisfied purr as a smirk curled up on his lips, nuzzling into his sire while swallowing her up in a passionate kiss. “I love you,” he cooed while holding her in his arms, refusing to let her go and simply wanted to cherish the moment. He felt so happy with her. Had he still been alive, his heart would have been thumping like crazy. He only hoped that hers would have been, too.
Jezebelle hummed softly as she smiled, her thighs sliding over his hips as her legs loosened around him. Those words brought her to a whole new level of high, thrilled that he could speak them without her saying it first, that he would want to say them aloud. Though the blood was still in her veins, she felt as if her heart was racing with excitement, and she nuzzled back against him, kissing him passionately. “I love you, too,” she smiled, brushing her nose against his as she looked back into his eyes. Nothing made her happier than being with him and she didn’t see that changing, not ever, no matter how long they lived.