Who: Graham and Jezebelle Where: Their home, then a club in Ann Arbor When: Evening Warning: NSFW Note: Incomplete
There was one day that Graham never looked forward to and that was his birthday. Growing up as a child, he was lucky if he even got a cake. The Donovan household realized when Graham was a bitty that having lit candles wasn’t the best idea to have in his reach. There were no candles, no balloons, no parties, nothing. It was actually more hurtful when his parents actually remembered the day. Uli always remembered, surprising him with the oddest presents, but that was different. For the most part, Graham preferred to act like it was any other day and go on with his life. Though today was different - it would mark the first day he went up in age by a year but didn’t physically age. Graham was now 32, yet was eternally 31. Funny how that worked. The thought was rather fleeting when he woke up, his eyes peering over the sheets to see if Jezebelle was in sight. Seemed like he had the bed to himself for now. A light groan and Graham simply rolled over onto the other side, nuzzling into the pillow all the while.
If Jezebelle could have made Graham a cake, she would have, but it seemed a huge waste to go through all the work to bake something that neither of them could eat. She’d done the best she could with what she had, resulting in the most disgusting little treat she’d ever laid eyes on-- a blood cupcake. It was just blood frozen in a jello mold, but she suspected anyone other than a vampire would be nauseous just looking at it. As she stood outside the bedroom, Jezebelle lit a candle on top of it, then pushed open the door, the candle lighting up the room. Jezebelle hummed ‘happy birthday’ as she walked in, then set the blood cupcake on the night stand. “Wake up, love, or your cake will melt,” she said, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. She’d been planning this for a while, ever since she learned of his birthday. He might not grow older, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t celebrate.
He was certain he had drifted back to sleep and thus was dreaming the whole door opening and humming up. Though the second Jezebelle kissed his cheek, his eye flew wide open with confusion. Ok... not a dream. Rolling over onto his back to sit up straight, he took note of the... holy shit, what was that? Frozen blood with a candle on it? He couldn’t help but stare for a second before looking up to Jezebelle. She looked so adorable and happy to be presenting this to him... but wait, how did she even know it was his birthday? Graham breathed out a light laugh while combing a hand through his hair. “...you made me a cupcake... out of blood?” If he could blush, he would have been all over that. “How did you...? Fuck, you didn’t have to do this, Jez.” Now he was all sorts embarrassed and was pulling the blankets around him in an attempt to hide, but yeah, that was probably not going to work.
“I figured a whole cake would be a bit too much,” she smiled happily, her fangs cutting into her bottom lip as she bit it. “Not too much for you, but too much to try and freeze. I left the rest in the bottle.” And while it wasn’t fire elemental blood, it was psychic blood-- thank you, Erin, for that. Jezebelle hadn’t realized there was such a perfect occasion coming up with she’d made the exchange, but was thrilled to find a reason to gift it to him afterwards. When Graham began to bundle up, Jezebelle climbed into his lap and began pulling back the covers. “Don’t do that,” she laughed. “If you wait too long, the fire will melt it, and as much as you like fire, it’ll be a messy waste of one of your favorites.”
There was really no denying Jezebelle with the way she crawled in his lap. She was too good to pass up and that blood... oh god, now he could smell it. That was psychic blood and Jezebelle knew how much he loved that. His eyes just lit up upon taking in that scent and just smiled. “You’re too much,” he teased before tucking his hair behind his ears and stared at the candle. Wasn’t he suppose to make a wish or something? He couldn’t remember. It had been too long since he actually done this. So instead, he just blew the candle out and pulled Jezebelle in for a tight squeeze. “And what I want to know is how you found out it was my birthday today.” He kissed at her cheek playfully, just wanting to hear her giggle again. It made him smile that much more.
How did she know? Jezebelle had done her homework while Graham was still human, unwilling to let anyone close to her that might actually do her harm. What she found was that Graham liked to play with fire, had a conscious to match her own, but had never physically hurt a woman or child. The latter part was what mattered most at the time, a simple little background check done by a careful, female drug dealer. Some of that information just happened to be useful elsewhere. “Assassin’s got her secrets,” Jezebelle snickered, leaning in for a kiss as she pulled him out of his blanket burrito. Since Graham had come to live with her, she’d invested in more blankets than she’d ever thought she’d need as a vampire. “I was thinking we could go out tonight. Dancing maybe? Or we can stay in. Whatever sounds like fun to you.”
Figures that she wouldn’t tell him. Graham didn’t entirely mind, even if it did make him curious. He couldn’t even begin to tell her how much this meant to him. No one did this for him, whether it was a “cake” or going out for the night. He had grown so used to the fact that his birthday was nothing special. “Dancing?” That actually perked Graham up. “Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I went out to a club. That shit is awesome.” The look on his face suddenly turned into a giddy two-year-old who was excited about their birthday. “Can we do that?” And while waiting for an answer from Jezebelle, he leaned in to lick at the cake-blood-thing that she made him, humming with approval. It’d take a bit to lick it all, but the slow buzz he was getting from it was totally worth it.
“Of course!” Jezebelle smiled, the anticipation of the evening making her giddy. She’d gone shopping in preparation for the night, picking out several different outfits to choose from, depending on what they did. Dancing was her favorite of them, and she was sure Graham would like the eye candy as well. “I still have to get dressed, and I thought we’d have a snack before hand, but there’s a bottle of that waited for when we get back,” she said, indicating the cupcake. He didn’t need a full bottle now, or they’d never make it out. Jezebelle planned on having something a little less intoxicating to start with-- her tolerance was lower than his; she didn’t need a cupcake to knock her on her ass.
Graham always loved it when the words Jezebelle and dressed were involved, because that meant fun times. Not only could he watch, but she did have the best taste in clothes. Granted, that meant he needed to get dressed as well, and that was a bit hard to do when he was diligently licking at his frozen cupcake thing. His tongue was going to be numb by the time he finished it. “Holy shit, a whole bottle?!” That made his night. Best birthday ever and they hadn’t even left the house. “Fuck, need... to... lick... faster.” A few more furious licks at the cupcake and he placed it to the side so he could slip out of bed. He wobbled on his feet, thanks to the effects of the psychic blood, but that was nothing. After having Danica’s blood, he felt like he could take anything on. Now her blood simply knocked him on his ass. Completely not caring that he nude without blankets, he pulled Jezebelle in for a quick hug and kiss. “You are full of surprises, Jez.” And with that said, he needed to find something epic to wear.
“Mmm, wonder if I could get you to do that later, too,” Jezebelle snickered as he went to work at licking the blood cupcake. He was just too disgustingly adorable not to love. Leaning down for the kiss, she got a quick taste of Erin’s blood off his lips and reminded herself that more could wait till later. If tonight was going to be special for him, she needed to be coherent. “I try,” she snickered as she climbed off him. Only once she was out of arm’s reach did she pull her nightgown over her head, leaving her otherwise nude. Jezebelle was generally a bit self-conscious, but she knew Graham would appreciate the show. After stepping into a lacy black thong, Jezebelle faced him and began to put on the other pieces of her outfit, starting with her leather pants. “Have fun getting them off later,” she teased.
“I will,” Graham smirked as his eyes were busy fucking the hell out of her. He couldn’t help it - she was hot. While she busied herself with her attire, Graham picked through his own wardrobe for something appropriate. He opted for all black, save for the red shoes he picked out. A fancy get up, composed of pants, a dress shirt, vest, and tie. No jacket needed and he even rolled the sleeves up a bit for his own comfort. After finding a hat to top it all off, he walked over to Jezebelle and ran a hand down her back. “Sooooo... I was thinking.” A horrible past time of his, but it was Graham. “There are a couple of clubs in Ann Arbor that I used to hit up when I was in high school. Yes yes, I was that kid that snuck into shit I wasn’t suppose to be in. Surprise, huh? But anyhow, think we might be able to go to one of those?” He didn’t care if they couldn’t drink the drinks or what not. Just being on the crowded dance floor with Jezebelle was all he asked for.
Whenever Jezebelle felt like coordinating with Graham’s attire, she knew she could count on him to stick to his three favorite colors. It worked well with her, since they both had a fondness for black. Tonight they would be striking, a pair of vampires who could take down the city if they really wished to do so. As Graham slid his hand down her back, she turned towards him and slid her arms up to circle his neck. With that look in his eyes, he could have asked her anything and she’d have said yes. Luckily, this was in the plans to begin with. “Anywhere you wish,” she smiled. “I figured you would know more places to go than I would. You know, I’d almost be disappointed if you weren’t that sort of kid.” She couldn’t help it-- she was drawn to chaos and Graham just dripped with it.
Graham had to laugh at that one. “I don’t aim to disappoint, you know that.” He even took her hand into his to bring up to his lips and kiss her palm sweetly. That grin on his lips never faded, overjoyed that not only was he able to hit up an old haunt of his with Jezebelle, but she actually cared about his birthday. This had the be one of the sweetest things someone ever did for him. Lacing his hands into hers, Graham guided her out of their home and to his car. “And I have to say,” he commented while opening the passenger side door for her, “you look fucking unreal in that outfit. You should wear pants more often.”
There he went being sweet again. Jezebelle doubted she’d ever get tired of it. She squeezed his hand and let him lead, just as excited about this night as he was. For all the time they spent together, they didn’t got out all that often. She’d have to remember not to let so much time pass before they did this again. “Should I?” she grinned as she slid into the passenger seat of his car. “I thought men preferred women in dresses. Maybe I’ll add a few pair in, just to see what you like.” After years and years of wearing dresses, it was old habit for her to do so.
“Well, dresses are nice, too,” Graham began to explain while slipping into the driver’s side and started up the car. “I mean, you can show off some nice legs, it makes your overall body look amazing, and it gives easy access for my curious hands, so I’m not really complaining.” But the pants? He loved it. Maybe because it was something different and... damn, she looked amazing in them. Hell, it was hard for someone like Graham, who was known for such stellar concentration, to focus on the road. “Either way, perfect clubbing clothes. A+, Miss Marino, you passed the class.” He gave Jezebelle a wide smile before driving off. The place he had in mind wasn’t too far from their house and they’d be there in no time, especially with the way Graham drove.
“Well, I’m hoping that later you’ll have a chance to peel them off me,” Jezebelle smirked, her hand sliding over to rest on his thigh and squeeze gently. “Pants don’t prevent curious hands, you know. I’ve had to work around them my whole life.” And she could still, if she wanted to. Right now the desire was there, but she also wanted to make it to the bar first. If she instigated too much, then they’d never get to the dancing and she’d been looking forward to going out with him. Giving his thigh one last squeeze, she pulled her hand away, watching him with a little grin. “We really should get out more often.” This would be the first time, maybe, but definitely not the last. Even if they didn’t get to dancing, she’d enjoy him driving her around. That alone was getting her wound up for the evening.
Graham was certain he had something witty to say in response to Jezebelle, but that hand of hers cut off all thoughts that were swirling in his mind. And she wondered why he called her a little sex kitten. Seriously, the woman was dripping with sex appeal. “We should,” Graham agreed with his sire. “You know me, I can’t fucking sit still for more than two second, so I’m all for that. Could hit up more clubs, maybe even go see band play locally.” He grinned at the thought. “I’d love to take you to Detroit and show you around. That place is great.” Just talking about these things made Graham light up.
It was just one more sign that Jezebelle was better off with Graham when he started talking about all the things they could go do. She’d been missing out! Dixen hadn’t been the sort to take her clubbing and the last live music she recalled seeing was at the opera house. A local band was far more appealing these days, no matter how much she enjoyed dressing up from time to time. “I’d go for all of the above,” she smiled. “Plus, if we go to Detroit, we can get into other kinds of trouble without the risk of it following us home.” There’d been too many deaths in Scarlet Oak lately and Jezebelle knew they needed to stay out of that mess when possible. Detroit? Not an issue. Any crimes committed there would blend right in with the others. “I’d love to hear you play sometime, you know. You’ll have to invite me the next time you and Rigby take to the stage.”
That’s right - Jezebelle had never heard him play live before. Privately in their home, yes, but not on the stage with his partner-in-crime. They definitely made quite a pair on stage with Rigby on rhythm guitar and vocals while Graham cranked out the gritty leads and solos. He wouldn’t have asked for it any other way. “Then next time something opens up, I’ll sign us up and you, my lady, can have front row seats.” Granted, he’d do it on a whim and remind Rigby after the fact, but he doubted the traveling musician actually minded. Only a few more minutes and they came up to the old club that Graham had been talking about. A smirk spread across his face as he found parking down the street and slipped out to help his sire out. “Shall we?” He could already hear the music from outside and from the looks of it, the place was pretty busy considering the demons and all. How appropriate for them to come back on his birthday.
She knew Graham didn’t usually plan ahead of time, so she expected it would be on short notice when she did get to hear him play. It wasn’t like she had a busy schedule planned out, so that definitely worked for her. Time was abundant; anything else could wait. When they arrived at the club, she was amazed at how quickly they’d gotten there, and amused at how fast Graham had to have been driving to make it happen. “Thank you,” she said, taking his hand as she climbed out of the car. It was loud outside, the kind of place that she’d have stayed far away from as a human, but was drawn in to as a vampire. So much had changed over the years. “Lead the way,” she smiled at Graham.
With a smile on his face, Graham led the way over to the club, having no issues paying to get in at the door. He still had money to burn from his first assassin job on top of all the money from the drug dealing. Never in a million years did he think he’d have this much cash to play with. He had Jezebelle to thank for that. Once inside, the music pulsed through his ears - a typical electronica beat that made him think of the west coast. Lights were flashing about, which were always unsettling for anyone who just walked in, but his eyes quickly grew used to them. Looking over to Jezebelle, his fingers stroking her hand he held, a smirk tugged at his lips. “Shall we hit up the dance floor or kick back at one of the booths?” They get to both eventually, he was sure of that. As long as he got to spend time with his sire, that was all that mattered.
The only other times Jezebelle had been to clubs like this one was when she’d been making a deal herself. Never had she come to enjoy herself, and she found the atmosphere far more enjoyable when she could actually sit back, relax, and enjoy it. It was probably because it wasn’t work. “Dance floor first,” she grinned, then slid close to him, her hands sliding behind his neck as her body pressed against his. “I’ve waited long enough.” The car ride might not have been much, but she’d been anticipating dancing with him since she woke up that evening. Dancing had always been a sort of foreplay to her, even if it had been restrained in the old days, when only so much public affection was appropriate. She doubted that was something they’d have to worry about here.
Dance floor it was. The song playing was a perfect melody to dance to as well. Graham couldn’t exactly remember the last time he dragged a pretty face out onto the dance floor with him, but he liked to think this wouldn’t be the last time. He continued to smirk as he pulled her in closer before whispering, “Then dance floor it is.” Lacing a hand into hers, Graham carefully led Jezebelle out into the center of the crowded floor. Looked like that people were still enjoying themselves despite the chaos going on in the real world. He didn’t blame them. Though for now he didn’t focus on those surrounding him and focused on Jezebelle. His hands gently resting on her hips, he began moving with the rhythm, letting it embrace him as his eyes stayed on his sire and nowhere else.
Music had changed so much over the years, but Jezebelle’s ability to dance to it hadn’t diminished. In this day in age, it took no prior knowledge of steps or protocol; all she had to do was move her body to the beat in time with his. While it felt like something that should be confined to the bedroom, she was willing to put that feeling behind her and just enjoy herself. Graham set the beat and Jezebelle followed, picking up on the cues he set until she was comfortable with herself. It was so easy when she had him to focus on, his eyes so intense she could almost drown in them. There was fire there, she was sure; fire that would never die, no matter if he was dead or alive. Graham would always have that spark of life. It was part of what had drawn Jezebelle to him in the first place.
Graham always found dancing to be on par with sex itself. There was definitely a sense of intimacy involved, whether it was something special like ballroom dancing or just hitting up a club and doing whatever. He preferred this setting far more. Just focus on the music and letting it take over while keeping close to whoever caught his eye. That someone was obviously Jezebelle and was evident in the way on hand came to the small of her back and pulled her in closer. The height difference didn’t bother him, easily craning his head down to nuzzle into the side of her face. Only a couple minutes into the song and he was already worked up over it. Graham couldn’t help it; Jezebelle was beautiful and he would make it damn well known to her.
Was her heart beating? Jezebelle was sure it was, though that had to be the beat of the music. She’d never gotten so easily lost in dancing as she was now, her eyes shutting as Graham’s face nuzzled against hers. Her plan had been so spend the next few hours at the club, and now she wondered how she would last that long without having him touch her. There was just no way--- she wanted him now. The only thing keeping her there was the fact that she knew it would be better the longer they stayed, since she could sense Graham getting himself worked up as well. Public be damned, she wanted to kiss him, and turned her head to catch his lips with her own. There was no one else around as far as she was concerned. Just the two of them, lost in the music and each other.
Had he still been alive, Graham was certain his heart would have been racing out of control, maybe even in time with the music. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the moment with Jezebelle, never once straying away from her body, and then he felt her lips against his own. The whole world could have been watching and Graham would not give a damn. Besides, it was his birthday. He’d do whatever the fuck he wanted. So when he felt those cool lips of hers sinking into his, Graham just smiled and pulled Jezebelle hard into his body, still keeping up with the tempo as he returned the kiss. A free hand of his ran up and down the side of her body, teasing her all the while. He doubted anyone on the dance floor minded. Clubs were usually the sort of place that people picked up potential flings, starting on the dance floor, except Graham wanted far more than that from Jezebelle.
It was only supposed to be a kiss, but once she had that Jezebelle wanted so much more. How did anyone maintain an ounce of control when this was what modern dancing entailed? Her fingers itched to touch bare skin, but she knew that wasn’t an option. Instead they curled into his hair, tugging gently as her body moved against his. She pushed back into his touch, grinding like she never thought she would in public. Everyone else was doing the same, lost in the music or each other, and she doubted anyone cared. Far more was acceptable and she found she wanted to take advantage of that freedom. Smiling against his lips, she broke the kiss at the end of the song, turning so that her back was against his chest. With his hands still on her hips, Jezebelle continued to dance. She wasn’t sure how long she could tease him, but it’d be fun to find out.
Teasing Graham usually resulted in him pinning said teaser up against a wall after a while. Not entirely something he could do in a club, but that didn’t mean he would be creative and try. And Jezebelle was a master tease. She just knew exactly how to get him going, whether it was through touches or looks or words... it just resulted him in goo. With her back up against him, now it was his turn to return the favor, keeping her close as his hips rolled into her. That hand that was grazing over her side a minute ago was now coming up to skim over her breasts before groping at them. He brought his head down to brush his lips over her exposed neck, hoping to hear even the slightest hint of a moan or gasp or something. Jezebelle did make some lovely sounds whenever he teased her.
And as Graham groped her, gasp she did, eyes flashing open to briefly check if anyone was watching them, only to find that no one cared. They were drunk, high, or engaged in one another beyond caring what Graham and Jezebelle were up to. It was a reminder of how much they could get away with, how Graham had hardly crossed a line in comparison to the boundaries of the crowd. Jezebelle shut her eyes, relaxing back into the dance when she felt Graham’s lips on her neck, earning him a soft moan as she rolled back against him. If she’d been human, it would have been tempting to offer her blood, but she had far better to give him when they later returned home. Blood was better when paired with sex any day, and at the rate they were going it would be hard to wait long.
Graham hadn’t felt this intoxicated from lust since the first night he ever spent with Jezebelle. This was new territory for the two of them and he had no issues with exploring it. His hand didn’t stop there, either, continuing to fondle her as he kept his sire close. The music was thrumming throughout his entire body, feeling as if his blood was pumping out of control due to being with such a lovely woman. Right now he didn’t bother with the details of what made him human or a vampire or what not. All he focused on was Jezebelle. Lips came up to her ear, licking lightly at the edges of them before whispering, “Enjoying yourself?” It was clearly evident that Graham was in more than one way, but he loved hearing it from her own lips.
Jezebelle had never been so publicly affectionate with anyone, not even Graham. There was that time they’d had sex against a tree, but that was on the edge of town, in the woods where no one could see them. Well, there was that time in her flower shop... Obviously Graham was a bad influence on her, but it wasn’t something she was complaining about. She was enjoying every second of this, growing more and more oblivious to her surroundings as Graham wound her up. Unfamiliar with this arena, she trusted him to take the lead, making him the only man alive that she would blindly follow. “Yes,” she hissed, leaning into him, her head resting on his shoulder. “Want you now,” she added with a little laugh. If this was how it felt to be drunk on lust, she didn’t mind it one bit. They should definitely go dancing more often.
And he would take lead, alright. Graham considered himself traditional when it came to being a gentleman, but in regards to sex? He was all out. If Jezebelle was getting a high from simply dancing, then he knew she would spiral out of control with what he had in mind. Like hell he was going to drive them back to their home to have an intimate moment. No, this would be settled right there. “Funny, so do I.” And it was quite apparent how turned on he was, too. That said, he began guiding Jezebelle away from the middle of the crowd. Still on the dance floor, but off the side until he pressed her up against the wall. With how dark the place was and how preoccupied anyone around them was, he doubted anyone would notice or care. And if they did, it was dark enough for them to blink out of there. Groaning to himself, Graham pressed into her while running his lips over her neck. He simply couldn’t get enough of her.
If Graham believed that this was acceptable behavior for a club of this sort, then Jezebelle was willing to run with it. It was dark enough that no one could really see what they were doing, and loud enough that Graham was likely the only person there that could hear her moan. That being said, she was sure there was a point that they’d have to stop; she just didn’t know what it was. Once Graham had her pinned to the wall, Jezebelle wasn’t sure she cared anymore, her head tilting back as she offered it up to him to kiss and suck on. Her hands began to wander, one playing in his hair-- God, she loved his hair-- the other sliding down to his waist, then pressing firmly against his crotch. She hadn’t missed his own signs of desire, but touching him made her oh-so ready for him. Now she was glad she’d worn pants, as it allowed her to wrap one leg over his hip, pressing their bodies together as she held on around his neck.
That hand tangled in his hair always earned Jezebelle a deep moan, as did the other hand pressing hard into him. Enough to have him return the favor and bring his own hand down to grope at her chest some more. This time, he snaked under her top to feel bare skin against his hand and continued to pleasure her. Everyone else around Graham simply faded away and all that he focused on was Jezebelle. Lips pressed against her neck as he nibbled and lapped at the delicate flesh before giving her a playful bite. It wasn’t enough to satisfy his desires though, and before he knew it, he was beginning to tug at her pants in hopes to get them out of the way. Not entirely - he wasn’t that dumb - but enough so they wouldn’t be blocking what he was after. From the way Jezebelle was reacting, he was certain she wouldn’t mind.