Viva Discordia (vivadiscordia) wrote in solsticerp, @ 2010-08-04 21:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | june 22 2009, sam, solana |
Monday - Mutual Benefit
Who: Sam and Solana
When: Nighttime
Where: Streets, then Sam's house
Warning: NSFW
After Sam's shift at the gas station, he clocked out, went outside and lit up a cigarette before starting the walk home. He'd deliberately left his car at home this time, since he was sort of hoping to run into Solana at some point. Sure, the island wasn't huge, but it wasn't overly tiny either that he could hope to walk down one street and see her, but hey, one never knew, right? If not for his conversation with Shoel, Sam might not have given Solana - Ana - another thought, but knowing she was a vampire now, one who survived off of fluids, had him intrigued and curious as to why she was on Eldritch and not somewhere more populated.
Taking a slow drag off his cigarette, Sam kept his eyes focused on his surroundings. Sure, he was looking for one person in particular, but at the same time, he didn't want to be caught off guard by someone, or something, unexpected.
Solana had sort of forgotten that she had a motel room on the mainland. Or maybe she didn't anymore. It wasn't like she'd picked up any money lately. Just rewarded Noah for his generosity in paying for her roof for a time. But as long as she had her bag, she was okay. And she did. So she was. She liked the island, with all the crashing waves around it and the strange lighthouse. And the interesting people. Like the dark-haired girl who's name escaped her at the moment. Even the skittery German boy. It was a good place to be.
She hummed some half-forgotten lullaby as she walked barefoot down the middle of the street, swinging a pair of sandals from her fingers, not really looking at anything specific. She was just aimlessly walking and moving out of the way of cars when she had to. Without her even thinking much about it, her humming turned into singing, low and slow and in Spanish.
Sam almost didn't see her. He was getting ready to turn down the next street in the opposite direction when her shadowed figure just happened to catch his attention. He might have dismissed it as someone else, but he could see the person was walking in the middle of the road, carrying their shoes. And even in the dark, it was easy to make out her curves. Feeling a bit more cautious now that he knew what she was, Sam dropped his cigarette to the ground and quickened his steps to catch up with her. If she survived on fluids, he was guessing that meant she wouldn't bite him with fangs or anything, but he wasn't totally positive on how that all worked.
Trying not to run, Sam decided to make sure he was right in case he suddenly scared the crap out of a complete stranger. "Ana?"
Solana heard her name behind her. It was a voice-shout, though, and not a whisper like it usually was, so she actually turned. Looking questioning and a bit surprised, she looked from the dark to the figure coming in her direction. He passed under a streetlight and she thought she recognized the face. Game for anything and not one to be afraid, the vampire started to walk back to meet him halfway. Closer, she found she did recognize him. The handsome strapping young man who'd been so willing some nights ago. S-something. Saul? Sean? "Sam," she settled on, one side of her red lips quirking up into a smile.
"Yeah." Hey, she remembered his name. That was nice, wasn't it? Sam grinned as he approached her. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and tried not to be too tense. She didn't seem dangerous at all, and he told himself that if she could hurt him, or had wanted to, she would have the first time they'd been together. "You really like wandering around at night, don't you?" Which benefited him, since he had no other way of figuring out where she was. Did she have a place to stay yet? Shoel had tried to put her up in her aunt's house, which Sofia had quickly nixed, which probably meant no.
Still good-looking, still young, still seemingly eager. Solana continued to smile at him. She was in a long skirt today, that hit about mid-calf, and an oversized tank top that hung low enough to show bits of her bra through the arm holes. She couldn't have said where she got it from. "I have sensitive skin, I can't be in the sun too long," she said, regarding Sam with her dark eyes. He looked pleased to see her. She'd obviously made an impression. Which could very well work to her advantage. "Have you been well?"
Sensitive skin. Ha. Sam's grin widened. He wished he knew more about vampires than he actually did. All he knew was that they existed, and apparently they didn't all need blood to survive. He should have asked Shoel more. "I guess you've got to enjoy your days at night then," Sam said, letting his eyes wander over her in what he hoped was a somewhat subtle manner. Nevermind that they'd already had sex, he didn't want to come across as a complete pig. "I've been pretty good, yeah. What about you? Make it through the storms and stuff okay?" Knowing that Sofia wouldn't let Solana stay during the storm likely meant she was outside for most of it, unless she found someone else to help her out.
Solana didn't mind being looked at. She would've had a real problem in her unlife if she did. She put her shoe-less hand on her hip and cocked it out to the side a bit. Men were men and they were always that way, in her experience. She didn't mind it. "I got a little wet, but that's expected, I suppose," she told him, gaze focused in on his face. She wondered in a vague way if he'd try to beat around the bush for very long before he indicated he wanted a repeat performance. Why else would he have called out to her, after all? "Nights make days more enjoyable, yes? I've always believed so."
"Weather is pretty unpredictable here," he explained. "You should get an umbrella or something if you're out..." Sam realized he was making lame small talk, and that was mostly because he realized he'd wanted to find Solana, but hadn't really figured out what he'd say to her when he did. He grinned at her comment and nodded. "Yeah, I definitely have a preference for nights too. I think things become a hell of a lot more interesting when the sun goes down." He kept his eyes on hers, trying not to check out her cleavage again. Yeah, he was a teenager and sex was constantly on his mind. Considering he'd already had sex with Solana, it was certainly more in the forefront right now. "My friend said she met you... she said your name, er, your full name, is Solana."
The vampire frowned faintly as she thought back. Since she'd met Shoel the night previous, the memory didn't take too long to re-emerge. "Oh Shoel?" she asked, smiling again. "Yes, a lovely girl. A bit ... conservative, but some people just need some coaxing." With that, she turned her lips in a rather suggestive way, looking at Sam through her lashes. "It is Solana, yes. Most prefer to stick with Ana." It was just easier for American tongues to say. They tended to like to shorten things. "Have you found anything tonight? Interesting?" She shifted her weight, hips exaggerating the motion for his benefit.
"Shoel," Sam said with a nod. "She said her aunt was pretty rude to you..." He could have apologized for Sofia's behavior but that wasn't his place, especially since he hadn't witnessed it. Plus, he couldn't blame her anyway. Not everyone wanted a vampire in their house. Sam almost mentioned that Shoel had told him Solana came onto her, but he didn't have a valid excuse for doing so, so he kept his mouth shut. "I like Solana," he continued, his lips twitching. "It sounds exotic." Like her. At her question, his smile widened and his eyes lowered to check her out once more. He was being pretty obvious now, and he knew he shouldn't be. Shoel would probably not be happy with him. Or maybe she wouldn't care, who knew? "Nah, nothing terribly interesting. At least I hadn't until about two minutes ago before I saw you. I was hoping I'd run into you again."
Solana hardly remembered the incident with the aunt until Sam mentioned it, and all it got was a shrug from her. It wasn't unusual, and she didn't honestly care. She was a creature who'd been beaten and abused and sometimes she liked it, so a few harsh words meant nothing to her. She smiled a bit as he said he liked her name. Exotic. That was a word a lot of them used. She noted his eyes on her body again and took in an unnecessary deep breath to push her breasts up in a natural-seeming way. "Yes?" she questioned, still with that little red half-smile. "And why is that?" She could very well guess, but it was a fun game to see how blunt they would be. How honest.
Sam could be blunt, but he wasn't sure how it would be taken. One, he'd wanted to see her with the knowledge that she was a vampire, and two, she was fucking hot. Was it sick of him to not really care that she was, er, undead? "Because you're beautiful," Sam settled on. His eyes lifted from her chest to meet her gaze. "And I think there's more to you than what I initially thought. So I guess I'm curious about you now... more so than before." Shoel had told him everything, after all, but that didn't mean Solana would put two and two together.
"Darling, there is always more to everyone than you initially think," Solana practically purred. Though she didn't always acknowledge that herself, it was something she'd found to be very true. "Thank you," she added to acknowledge the compliment. "Come, walk with me, tell me what you think you know." She started to walk again without waiting for his agreement, back in the direction he'd come from, since that was the way she was pointed, her bare feet gliding over the sidewalk as though it were plush carpet. It felt that way, to her.
He opened his mouth to reply but she as already walking past him, back toward where he'd been coming from. He turned to follow her, despite it not really being on the way to his house. He fell into step beside her, glancing down to check out her barefeet. He wanted to tell her to put her shoes on, because what if she stepped on glass or something? At the same time, Sam wondered if it would even hurt her if she did step on stuff. "Shoel kinda told me what you were," Sam admitted after a few minutes of silence. Maybe she'd flip out and kill him now. Or maybe she wouldn't even care that he knew. Shoel knew after all, so maybe Solana didn't mind it if people figured it out. "Is she telling the truth?"
She wasn't terribly surprised. Nor did she make any moves to attack him. What she was ... wasn't exactly a gigantic secret. It was what it was. She looked over at Sam with a bit of curiosity in her dark eyes. He knew and he'd sought her out again. "Yes, she is," Solana confirmed. "Does it make a difference?" In the scheme of things, she thought not. She had run into one or two men in her lifetime that didn't like the idea and avoided her because of it. But most ... for most it didn't matter. They still got what they wanted, no harm came to them, and she continued to survive. It wasn't a bad symbiotic relationship, really.
"No, not really," Sam admitted, finding it was the truth. If it had made a difference, he'd likely have stayed away from her at all costs. "I mean, it's not like I came to find you tonight to like... you know, do stuff or anything. Although, to be honest I think Shoel found some satisfaction in knowing you just had sex with me for, er, fluids." He could have been crass and said semen, but she was still a woman, even if she was undead and he didn't want to come across as completely crude or anything. Glancing at her, he studied her profile. She was curvaceous and beautiful, so he doubted she had a lot of trouble finding men to keep her alive. "How often do you have to... do stuff? Is it like a blood drinking vampire?"
Solana was amused by his dancing around the technical word. And by the self-depreciation underneath what he'd said. Poor boy probably didn't get much sex. A lot of girls his age just didn't give it up. She chuckled faintly. "It depends on so many things," she said to his last question, raising and lifting a slim tanned shoulder. "Every few days, on average. But like your so called blood-drinking vampire, the more I have, the better I feel." She tilted a little smile over at him and took her next step so that their bodies would brush together just a bit. "But don't believe everything she says," she added. "I liked you."
It wasn't that Sam went long periods of time without sex. There were a few girls in the crowd he hung out with that were kind of easy, especially when they were high, but there was a difference between having sex with a stoned out of her mind girl, and a woman like Solana. He smiled at her, liking the way her body brushed against his. "I liked you too," he told her, pausing briefly, "I mean, I like you. I think Shoel just gets jealous... she likes girls... and there's not many, er, girls who go to our school who feel the same way. Or at least they're more discreet about it than Shoel is." Sam shrugged, pushing Shoel out of his mind for the moment. "What else do you do? Other than sex and stuff... I mean to keep yourself busy." A lame question but he was curious as to what a vampire might do to keep themselves entertained when they were drinking blood - or fluids in her case.
Shoel hadn't completely been pushed out of Solana's mind. She didn't often get female lovers, especially in small towns like this, so the prospect was ... interesting. She had to wonder what the girl would be like if she let loose, or if that was even possible. "A shame she turned me down, then," she said, glancing over at Sam again with a sly little smile. Then she had to think. Hobbies were fleeting at best in her life. "I walk a lot," she answered after a moment, quietly, and as if she were a bit unsure of that. Sometimes she lost days at a time, and had no idea what she'd done. She'd tried to read occasionally, the way she vaguely remembered doing ... before. But whenever she picked a book back up, she couldn't recall where she'd left off, or what she'd already read. "I work sometimes," she offered, frowning down at the road in front of her. "Cleaning."
"Cleaning? That doesn't sound too exciting." She seemed a bit unsure of what she did, but that was okay. Sam supposed a vampire didn't really have the same concept of time as people who were alive did. He chuckled with self deprecation. "But I work at a gas station, so who am I to talk about excitement? I can tell you like to walk though... nothing wrong with that. I bet you see a lot of interesting things at night." That's when all the weirdos came out, after all. Shrugging, Sam reached up to rub the nape of his neck. "I don't have a lot of hobbies either. Nothing out of the ordinary anyway. Life is pretty boring, to be honest."
If other vampires had a better sense of themselves, Solana didn't know about it, and didn't really care to. She was what she was, and sometimes that thing was utterly lost and scattered. Sometimes not. If she attempted to self-analyze, she would go mad. Even more mad. "I sometimes find men who think their lives are boring," she commented, smiling up him as she reached over to tug lightly on his shirt tail. He was sort of sweet in his ordinariness. She liked it, in a way. She wouldn't mind making his life a bit more interesting again, even if she didn't strictly need to.
Sam grinned at her, enjoying the way she tugged his shirt. He didn't necessarily expect anything from her, and he hadn't been thinking about sex when he went out looking for her either. Of course, being around her now when she was pretty bold in flirting and touching, it was hard not to think about. "Oh yeah? Well, anytime you want a guy who thinks their life is boring, come find me." He wondered what she would say if she knew he could shift. She might be impressed, or she might just yawn and go on her way. No one knew what he could do though, other than Hannah. "Did you have a destination in mind tonight, or were you just wandering again?"
Solana hummed a negative sound and shook her head. She rarely had a destination in mind, and if she did, it generally didn't stay there long. "You seem to be good at finding me. Just walking," she said, swinging her sandals in her other hand a bit wider, while the other continued to hang onto his shirt. Until it slipped underneath and hooked a finger into his belt loop. It was an overly familiar gesture, as though they really knew one another, but Solana didn't see it that way. Sam had come to find her, he was her's for the night. "Did you?" she asked him, looking up with a curious eyebrow arch. Not that she was concerned he had plans or anything. Those could be discarded easily enough.
"I just took a chance," Sam told her. "That you might be out walking again. I think I just got lucky that you were around." Annnd she was still holding onto him, which was both surprising and yet at the same time, it wasn't. Considering what she did to survive and everything, Sam knew better not to read into it too much. Looking down at her, he shook his head. "Honestly? You were my destination tonight. I just wanted to find you and... yeah, see if Shoel was right and everything." His expression turned a bit sheepish. "I don't want you to think I tracked you down for sex."
How adorable. He didn't want her to feel used, even knowing what she was. "And what would be wrong with that?" she mused, her tone light and airy as she looked back at him and they walked. "You enjoyed it last time. I enjoyed it last time. Life is too short to deny one's self pleasure every now and then, don't you think?" Even though her life wasn't short, and would continue to go on long past his own. But that certainly didn't make her want to deny herself. Quite the opposite, really. "Yes, your friend was correct. I survive off of bodily fluids. But that doesn't make it all business," she said, tilting him a coy little smile. She sometimes found ones that she liked, if she stuck around somewhere long enough, and this town seemed to have several already ...
"I did enjoy it," he agreed with a small nod. "I enjoyed it a lot, actually." Sam totally agreed with her that life was too short to deny pleasure, which was why he'd let Chrissy get him off, despite not liking her as a person. It was why he'd had sex with a stranger in his car, or smoked pot, or took ecstasy every now and then. He liked feeling good, and he didn't see anything wrong with that. Licking his lips, Sam felt his curiosity bubble to the surface again. "So is it just... sex? Or can you survive off of kissing and stuff like that?" Saliva was a bodily fluid wasn't it? "Do you ever drink blood at all?"
Solana didn't honestly mind the questions. At that moment, anyway. Who knew what she would mind, from hour to hour? Not her. She pursed her red lips briefly. "Kissing is ... similar to a snack, for your kind. It sates for the moment, but doesn't have lasting power," she attempted to explain, shrugging one shoulder. "Though I do enjoy it, something more ... substantial is usually needed. I can drink blood, yes, and have when necessary, but I prefer not to. I find it distasteful." No, there were so many other options that didn't involve doing harm in any way. Not that that was her main drive, but still. It factored in sometimes. They were so much more pliable when they were enjoying themselves.
He wrinkled his nose a bit at the thought of having to drink blood. "Yeah, I can imagine it doesn't taste very good at all." Though the thought of living off of other bodily fluids also made him kind of ill, but hey, he wasn't the vampire here, she was. "I can't imagine you have a hard time finding willing, er, donors though. You'd probably have them lining up if you wanted too." She was gorgeous after all, but he felt silly saying so. Compared to her, Sam was still just a 'kid'. How many other guys on Eldritch had she slept with already? He wanted to ask, but it was none of his business.
She chuckled deep in her throat. There wasn't an easy answer to that one. It all depended. On what she was doing, how she was going about things, where she was. "You would be surprised," she told him, because it really sounded like he would've been. To know how often she got turned down. Assaulted, even, verbally or otherwise. "When I do find someone willing who enjoys seeing me every now and then, I like to hang on to them." She arched a smile up in Sam's direction and tugged on his belt loop a little. If he didn't mind, she didn't mind. It was the closest thing to a philosophy that she had in life. Or unlife, as it were.
Sam wondered if that meant she'd hang onto him? He wouldn't mind it. She was interesting, and she would be willing to have sex with him, if she really needed it. And being a teenage boy with a dick, it wasn't as if he'd turn her down. "I think I would be surprised if you told me men turned you down. I mean, yeah, if they're married or in a relationship or whatever... I guess that makes sense, but still." Sam took her hand and pulled it from his belt loop, bringing her fingers up to his lips in a totally lame and cheesy gesture, but he wanted to do it, so who cared? It wasn't like any of his friends were around to give him hell over it.
Solana smiled in a way that was probably disproportionately bright for the gesture, but there it was anyway. She was a bit charmed, as the finger-kiss brought back some vague latent memories of another time. When men treated women differently. "Some of them simply are intimidated by aggressive come-ons," she said, continuing with their conversation. Though that press of moist lips made her want to shove him against the nearest flat surface and suck everything there was to suck out of his mouth. "Or they assume they will get sick, catch some disease. Which is not the case with me." She let him hold her fingers for as long as he wanted to, not minding at all.
"Yeah, I guess some guys might be taken back by aggressiveness." Sam really hadn't been, but he didn't know many guys his age who would be. He hadn't even thought of possible diseases with Solana the first go around, which was strange given they hadn't used a condom. Now he didn't have to worry about it all, since she was a vampire. "Not all guys know you're a vampire, so I suppose they'd be more cautious." Sam kept a hold of her fingers, not really wanting to let go yet since she didn't seem to mind the contact. "Do you ever think about staying in the same place for awhile? I would think then you could get to know people... and you wouldn't have to constantly do the aggressive come on trick, unless you enjoy it."
Getting to know people and living in a consistent location had never really worked out for Solana in the past. She got muddled, things got dimmer and harder to hold onto, and she usually ended up alienating anyone she'd gotten to know. In as much as she ever got to know anyone, which didn't generally go very far. She shrugged her slim shoulders and made a hmph kind of sound. "I'm not one to know," she said simply, as though it were just a plain and simple fact. She didn't always know herself, even, how could anyone else?
"I like knowing you," Sam said with a shrug of his own. Maybe vampires just didn't like hanging out in one place very long. They could go anywhere they wanted and it wasn't like they had time restraints the way humans did. "Not that I know you very well. Or, y'know, at all... but what I do know I like." Which he supposed could be taken the wrong way, since all he knew was that she was a vampire, her name was Solana, and she was really, really good at sex. Plus, she wasn't terrifying, the way he imagined some vampires were. She was actually kind of sweet.
Solana aimed a wan smile at him. He didn't know her from Eve, not truly. She was recognizable, surely, and he would remember her nature and her body, but that would likely be the extent of it. It wasn't as though she were a great conversationalist. They were on their way to rounding a corner, and she tossed a quick glance around to verify the streets were empty enough before she turned into him, pushing with her body and considerable-for-her-size strength until Sam's back hit the side of the building. She leaned on him, rising up on her toes. "There is plenty you would not," she purred at him, her lids heavy over dark eyes.
Her quick movement caught him by surprise, and before he could comprehend what was happening, his back was pressed up against a building and she was pushing her body against him. Sam released a breath and smiled down at her. "Don't know about that," he replied, his hands coming to rest at her hips. "I've liked everything so far..." Even the vampire part. Maybe because he wasn't afraid of her biting him and sucking his blood. He didn't even think to look around to see if they were alone. Having a hot woman pushing herself up against you didn't really make for coherent thoughts. His fingers dug gently into her hips and he ducked his head, though his lips didn't really meet hers yet. "And I like this too."
So he thought. The silly young boy probably had never been in real danger in his life, and wouldn't know it if it bit him in the face. but that was all right by Solana; it certainly wasn't her job to show him the ways of the world. Not in that sense, anyway. She didn't waste any more time talking, as he seemed willing enough to get closer. Since his lovely moist mouth was so close, she helped herself, pushing lips and tongue against and into his without any hesitation. To her, in a way, she already owned him. He'd told her he didn't mind, so why should she beat around any bushes? And oh, that sweet taste of fresh saliva ...
Sam really hadn't ever been in real danger. Not with anything supernatural anyway. He'd experienced some scary moments while in animal form, but other than getting a pretty bad beat down by some asshole in the eighth grade that left him partially deaf, he'd been pretty lucky at avoiding any real threat. Sam didn't mind the fact that she went right into kissing him. It wasn't like he expected her to play coy or hard to get. Besides, he was hoping she'd let him kiss her anyway, and this was much better than talking. Since he knew now that kissing was like a 'snack' to her, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply and holding her tightly against him. In the back of his mind, the logical side of him told him to at least be cautious with her. Vampires were still vampires. But considering that he was willing to do whatever she wanted, Sam was pretty confident she wouldn't hurt him.
She wasn't starving that night, so part of Solana could actually enjoy the physical act of kissing, and not just the fluids she was getting from it. Even sex didn't seem as intimate, at times. So much was done with the mouth in everyday life, it was something always exposed but so protected. From hot foods, from things that tasted bad, from too much wind and sun. But when two of them came together, it was almost like a dance. She hummed a bit of pleasure as she partook, sucking for a moment on his eager tongue before tangling her own with it. Solana pulled back just a touch so he could breathe and nibbled adoringly at his bottom lip. Men with full lips were always so delectable. It was one of the qualities that was attractive in both sexes, to her.
Breathing was a good thing. Sam hadn't even realized he needed oxygen until she released him and bit gently at his lower lip. He smiled against her mouth, not willing to let go of her just yet. He couldn't help but wonder what it felt and tasted like to her. How her body might respond to it. Was it like when Sam drank water? Or ate? Was it instantaneous? Did it make her crave more? They were all curious questions, but he couldn't find the coherency to form the words on his tongue. After he felt like he'd had adequate time to recover, he went in to kiss her again, hoping she'd let him.
It was a warmth that flowed down through her cool body instantly, and felt like it got into every little dehydrated crevice. Or flowed up, depending on what exactly she was doing. Solana certainly let him kiss her again, enjoying his enthusiasm. It was nice when she didn't have to do all the work. Usually it was with the younger ones. Upping the ante a bit, she shifted her hips away from him just slightly so she could get a hand between them, gliding it to the crotch of his jeans. Just to see if this was all it really took for him. And to perhaps inspire a change of scenery, should he feel so inclined.
Sam nearly choked when he felt her hand close over his crotch. He half laughed, half gasped, but he didn't pull away from her. At that point, she'd already feel his body's response, and it would be stupid to try and pretend kissing her hadn't affected him. He'd like to be a bit smoother and more nonchalant about the whole thing, but that was pretty impossible. Lifting a hand, he slid it into her hair and smiled at her through the dark. "Sorry... hard to uh, hide that." He wasn't that sorry, since he actually quite liked having Solana touching him that way. He wanted to touch her too but he wasn't sure he ought to just yet. Keeping his hands where they were, he returned to kissing her, his fingers curling into the strands of her hair to keep her close.
She chuckled deep in her throat as she kissed him hungrily back. She didn't think she'd ever tire of getting a young man's blood up, no matter how old she got. "You shouldn't try," she murmured, pulling back just enough to nip at his bottom lip. She gave his erection a squeeze while she was at it. So delectable. It almost made her feel warm in ways that hardly ever happened. Solana tilted her head back, opening her eyes to the sky, moving her free hand up to the back of his head and pulling it down into her neck. When she had preferences and impulses, she wasn't shy about having them fulfilled. "You should take me somewhere private, Sam," she suggested as she started to stroke him through his jeans.
Sam immediately went for her neck, pressing his lips against the cool skin. It felt strange not feeling a pulse there, but it didn't bother him. He was too wrapped up in how warm she was making him, and the way his jeans were straining now against her hand. Good christ, how was it that he fooled around with high school girls again? None of them were this hot. Maybe it was because Solana was experienced, he didn't really know, but damn. At her suggestion, Sam opened his eyes and tried to think hard of where to take her. "Does it matter where?" He could think of a few places, but none were as comfortable as his own bedroom. If his mom hadn't been home, he'd be dragging her there now.
"Mmm-mm," she hummed in the negative, moving her head to look at him again. Though his mouth had indeed felt wonderful on her neck. She would have to get more of that later on. And everything else he had to give. Which she already knew was considerable, and heavy-hot against her hand at the moment. "I am your's. Wherever you want me," she exhaled, leaning in to bite his lip, pulling it between her teeth before she let go. It would save her from having to come up with a place, and she was positive he'd waste no time in finding somewhere.
That was the kind of thing every guy his age wanted to hear. He was just eager to get her somewhere alone, and in his brain at that moment, he didn't care where it was as long as he didn't have to worry about someone walking by and seeing them. Taking her hand, Sam pushed away from the wall and began to tug her along after him. He'd broken into enough places with his friends over the past few years that he knew where he could take her that a police car wouldn't be able to drive by. As long as she wasn't expecting a five star hotel room, they'd be okay. "It's not too far from here," Sam told her, keeping his hand tight around hers. "As long as you're not picky about it..."
There was very little that Solana was picky about. The back of a car had been fine with her, after all. She'd fed in incredibly uncomfortable and gross places without blinking an eyelash. She had faith that wherever Sam took her would be fine. She held onto his hand back lightly -- or as light as she could under his grip -- and followed along, her sandals still dangling from her other set of fingers. She would pay attention to where they went, try to make solid note of the place. It might end up being a good shelter for her later, if she could remember it properly. She didn't say anything, figuring that her following was assent enough.
All Sam could do was hope that wherever he took her, he wouldn't get caught. But hell, if they could park his car somewhere and have sex in the backseat without a cop driving by, maybe he'd get lucky twice. "There's a place for lease near the shops at Eldritch," he told her with a small, apologetic smile. "The back door in the alley... it's lock is kinda faulty. My friends and I used to go there at night when our parents were home." To smoke pot and other shit, but he didn't want to say that. Stupid that he'd not wanna come across as a jerk or anything in front of a vampire. "It's kind of dusty and stuff... but I guess it's more private than being outside."
If it weren't for other people, Solana wouldn't have minded staying outside. So open and free. But there were bizarre rules against that kind of thing in society, for whatever reason. Someone must think of the children, blah blah. She listened to what he said with a faint smile, though she couldn't have cared less where they were going. Not in the sense that she was going to be picky about it, anyway. "Dust does not bother me, darling," she said, casually glancing around as they walked.
He gave her a small smile, realizing that she probably had to sleep, or live in worse conditions. Sam worked on walking at a pace she could come up with. He didn't want to yank her along behind him like a hormonal virgin. It took awhile before they came upon the shops. Some were still open, and he began to lead her down the street to where the alley way began that winded behind the shops. He bypassed a few dumpsters, thinking that at least he wasn't hiking her skirt up back here. "Are you feet okay?" he asked, glancing down and realizing she was still holding her shoes. There were rocks and surely pieces of glass scattered about. "Doesn't it hurt to walk around barefoot?"
When Solana was well-fed, she healed extremely fast, so she was generally unconcerned about debris underfoot. Gods only knew how many injuries she'd sustained that she didn't even remotely remember. She glanced down at her pale bare feet, then shook her dark head a bit. "Only when I'm hungry," she stated, sounding very nonchalant about it. Which was how she sounded bout most things, really. Unless she was in a complete snit, it was rather easy not to care about anything. "I heal quickly," she added on, since he'd been curious about her nature and all. Solana stopped walking when he stopped, eyeing the door in question curiously. She would watch what he did, perhaps she could get into it later.
"So when you don't... feed for awhile, you feel more pain?" It sounded weird, hearing her say 'hungry' and knowing she meant for bodily fluids and not like, say, a cheeseburger. Releasing her hand, Sam took ahold of the metal door knob and jiggled it experimentally. It was still loose, which thankfully meant no one had come around lately to fix the shit up. Pressing his shoulder firmly against the door, Sam gave the handle a firm yank and felt it give. At the same time, he thrust himself against the door and heard it click before it fell open. He nearly stumbled into the back room, but managed to keep himself on his feet. Falling on his ass like Bambi wasn't exactly how he wanted to start this whole thing. He stepped inside and turned to smile at Solana. "No rocks or glass on the floor in here."
"I don't notice it as much," she answered, which wasn't quite the same. But how could she know if she felt it or not, if her mind was in ten thousand strange places? Solana watched him do his thing on the door, rather fascinated. She had to wonder how much time he'd put into figuring out how to get into this place. It looked like quite a bit. Smiling faintly back, she stepped in behind him, looking around as her eyes adjusted to the dimness. "Lovely," she murmured, and let her sandals slip out from her fingers to thunk lightly to the floor. It wasn't too bad, it was dry and didn't stink of rot or mildew. She'd slept in much, much worse places. She walked to the middle of the room and did a slow turn, hands moving to her hips. "So," she said, once her gaze had settled on Sam again. "Do you bring other girls here to fuck?" It was said with a teasing lilt; she wanted to see if he'd stutter.
It wasn't really lovely, but Sam guessed that it was better than what she was used to. There wasn't much in the back room of the empty shop. A musty old desk, some folded up canvas in the corner and a couple of bent nails scattering the dusty floor. Clearly the shop hadn't been leased in quite some time. Sam couldn't even remember what had been here before. A clothing store, maybe? Sam watched Solana glance around the place, and while she wasn't paying attention, he gave her body a once over again. Even knowing she was a vampire didn't really stifle his hormones. She was still smoking hot, and he wanted to get his hands on her curves. He could practically see Shoel rolling her eyes at him in his mind, but oh well, he didn't care. At her question, he snapped his gaze up from her chest to her face and blinked in confusion. "Huh? Oh..." Laughing a bit nervously, Sam shook his head. "Ah, no. I've only come here with a few friends to hang out when there was nowhere else for us to go... so... I guess you're the first."
So cute. And not as much of a stud as Solana was sure he'd have his friends believe. Which was usually the way with young men. She didn't hold it against them. She understood that drive in humanity, to come together and frenetically copulate. Her other vampire counterparts tended to forget after so many years went by. It faded from their ancient memories and out of their realm of desires. But not her's. In her layered and jumbled memories, having been through so many bodies and places and lives, sex still burned brightly through it all. She needed it to live, and humans needed it to live. It kept her close to them. With a dark little smile, she lifted one hand and crooked a finger at Sam from where she was. "Then what are you waiting for?"
Sam had his fair share of girls he'd slept with, but the number was decidedly less than what he bragged to his friends. He was sure their numbers weren't entirely truthful either, but it was an unspoken guy rule to just brag and believe. At least it was in his inner circle. But it didn't really matter to him right now, because he had a hot woman waiting for him to do things to her that some girls in school only teased him with. The moment she beckoned him with her finger, Sam grinned and walked over to her, his hands falling to rest at her waist. He ducked his head down to capture her lips with his, his tongue immediately seeking entrance to her mouth. This was one thing his friends wouldn't likely believe. That he'd had sex with a gorgeous woman. Twice. Shoel had barely believed it, and even when she had begun to, it had been because she was sure there had been an ulterior motive. Which yeah, maybe there was, but that didn't matter to Sam.
Solana couldn't care less what anyone thought about her and what she did, ever. Granted, she wasn't young and in high school, and didn't exactly have anyone she would call a friend, but still. It didn't matter. She'd long since forgotten when it was like for it to matter. She got in a wolfish grin as he stepped forward, and then she was absorbed in kissing him, her lips parting for his tongue immediately. Again that warm hunger filled her belly, as she sucked and lashed at his tongue. As she'd told Sam, saliva didn't do much beyond whetting her appetite for other things. When she knew other things were available. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her body into his, particularly her hips.
Now that Sam knew what Solana was 'about' in a sense, he didn't feel so reluctant with her. He certainly didn't feel the need to keep wondering if this was actually happening. It had happened, and was happening again. Sam clutched her to him when she pressed that lucious body against his, his fingertips digging in as he pressed back. He was already getting hard, and his heartbeat was picking up speed, both from the knowledge of what was going to happen, and the fact that they were somewhere they shouldn't be. It was like when they'd been in his car, knowing that they could get caught. Apparently he had some kind of fetish for public or semi-public sex. Huh. Sam released Solana's hips, grabbing the hem of her shirt to tug it up and over her head. He was guessing the time for small talk was more or less over, and that was fine with him. He just wanted to get himself inside of her, and maybe bury his face between those magnificent breasts. There was really nothing like a woman's body, especially a curvy one.
Oh it was definitely happening. She could hear his heart beating faster, pushing around all those lovely hormones and blood that would get his pants tight for her. Lovely boy, so easy to arouse. She was going to have to keep him around. Perhaps she'd move to the island, keep herself on his path home from work. She could stay well fed and he could stay satisfied, and life and unlife would be fabulous. Maybe things wouldn't be so confusing then. But those were thoughts for another time. At the moment, she was being undressed, so that was what she focused on, pulling away from his mouth so he could pull her tank top off. She had a bra on this time, but that surely wouldn't be too much of a problem for him. In the meantime, Solana looked at his face, her tongue tracing her teeth as she rolled her hips into his, encouraging the bulge she felt to grow.
Sam wasn't likely to protest Solana sticking around the island for any length of time. If she was willing to have sex with him for nothing in return but what she got from it? Fuck yeah. It was every guy's dream, wasn't it? A woman who just wanted sex. Even if she was sort of undead. Or, okay, all the way undead, but that didn't bother him too much. Sam's gaze fell to her chest before his fingers slid over the curves of her cleavage. He was fully hard by now, his erection aching against his jeans. Sam was hoping he could hold out and not go off prematurely once he was inside of her. It was a fear he was sure every guy had when they were this turned on, but Sam imagined it was worse when it was such a gorgeous woman on the other end of it. Reaching behind her, Sam unclasped her bra, pulling it off quickly to drop to the floor. His hands immediately cupped her breasts, his thumbs fanning over her nipples. "You're so fucking sexy," Sam marveled before he ducked his head to draw one nipple between his teeth.
She may have technically been undead, but at least she didn't look it. Not nearly as much as the other kinds of vampires. Keeping some traits of the living was a wonderful survival technique for the fluid-drinkers. She didn't think there were very many humans out there who would actually enjoy the cold flesh of a blood-drinker. At least not as much. But Solana was warm enough and pliable, and even breathed when she was thinking about it. Said breath caught and was exhaled in a soft groan as Sam's teeth connected with her sensitive nipple. A bit surprisingly, it sent little shockwaves of pleasure downward, and warmth started to pool in her lower belly. She buried the fingers of one hand in his hair and clenched them there, murring some sort of answer in Spanish without thinking. Her other hand got between them and started to work on the button and zipper on his jeans. Once there was room, she reached in to take him into her hand, squeezing and loving the way it felt, so hot and alive.
The Spanish sent fire shooting directly to his loins. He had no idea what she was saying, but it was still fucking sexy as hell. His tongue laved over her nipple until it was taut in his mouth. His palms smoothed over her rib cage and then slid down until he could cup her ass. When he felt her hand inside of his jeans, touching his cock, Sam groaned around her breast. He released her nipple and buried his face between her breasts, taking a deep breath to try and keep his composure. Keeping his hands on her ass, Sam began to walk her backward, wanting to press her up against the wall. If he didn't have her now, he was going to embarrass himself all over her hand, and then she wouldn't get anything out of this at all. His body was hot, and he was throbbing in her hand. It took everything he had not to keep thrusting against her fingers like a freaking virgin. "Gotta get this off," Sam muttered, bringing his hands to her thighs to grip the long skirt between his fingers. He could have lifted it up to her hips, but it was long and he didn't want it to get in the way.
She felt her fangs extend just the slightest bit, the way they always did when food was forthcoming. Solana had become quite skilled over the years at keeping them away from any sensitive flesh. However, she was a predator at heart, and her eyes closed against delicious imaginings of tearing into the cock she was cradling, tearing everything asunder and bathing in the mixed fluids. It made her wet to think about, her body gleefully anticipating what Sam had to give. She chuckled deep in her throat as she was backed up against the nearest wall. "Eager boy," she sighed adoringly, and reached her more-free hand around to unzip the skirt from the back. "Pull." It was an instruction and soon enough her skirt was pooled on the floor. She may have had a bra on earlier, but there wasn't anything on the bottom. Solana smiled hazily and gave Sam another squeeze-stroke, lifting one leg to wrap around the back of his thigh.
Eager? Yeah, definitely. Though he would have liked to not been called a boy, Sam knew that was just ego. She was way older than him, so he had to realize he was likely just a boy to her, regardless. The thought was was a fleeting one though, because her skirt was unzipped and falling to her ankles and she was suddenly completely naked for him. Thinking was something he was completely incapable of then. Sam's hands began to roam over her body, drifting between her body to touch her intimately. His cock was aching and his jeans had become incredibly uncomfortable, despite the fact that Solana had unzipped them. Pressing his face against her neck, Sam moved his hands to his jeans to push them down his hips, along with his boxers. Once he was completely free, he bent his knees and grabbed Solana behind her thighs to lift her up, his body pressing her firmly against the wall. Eager was suddenly an understatement. It didn't take much for her to make him crazy. He just hoped he'd do something for her before he got off.
There was something so absolutely delicious about being the naked one. About being nude and pressed up against a filthy wall that was crawling with god knew what, about to be used for the basest of human desires. It made Solana feel all squirmy inside. She wrapped her short-but-strong legs around Sam's hips, pushing against him pushing against her to hold herself up, and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. Her body had lubricated, and she was ready for him. For more than fingers. If staying upright hadn't been an issue, she might've guided him home herself. But as it was, her hands were not free. So she would just prompt him further to do it himself. He seemed to like it when she used her mother tongue, so ... Solana put her forehead against Sam's temple, her tongue snaking out to flick at his earlobe. "Fuck me, you big beautiful bastard," she moaned to him in Spanish. "Fuck me 'til I scream and you can't see straight and then pump every drop of come into me that you've got."
He really did like the Spanish, even though he had no freaking idea what she was saying to him. It sounded erotic and sexy though and it only fueled the desire he was feeling for it. He was horny as hell and the second he felt her tongue on his earlobe, Sam groaned hoarsely and managed to somehow get his hand between them to manuever himself inside of her. Once he was sliding inside, he thrust against her hard to drive himself home. Sam had to hold himself still for a few moments to keep from coming already, but once he felt like he could move, he did, his hands back underneath her thighs to hold her up. This went so beyond any boyhood fantasy he'd harbored since he first realized girls didn't have cooties. Turning his face toward her, Sam sought her lips with his own. He could have just buried his face against her neck, but he wanted to kiss her, to at least make it a little bit more than just fucking.
Solana was all for kissing. She could be wonderfully greedy with his mouth. And really, anything she wanted except his blood, she supposed. If he had the stamina for it. With the way he shoved himself into her? She was inclined to think yes. She groaned into his mouth, clinging to him where she could to help hold herself up. The anticipation was sweet, and his heat stretching her felt so good. The kiss was hungry and deep, and she loved the feeling that he was taking her how he wanted to, that she was giving him an outlet he wouldn't have otherwise. It was odd for her to think of what someone else might want, outside of making it easier to get what she wanted. But in the moment, Solana hoped he was as happy as he could be.
Oh yeah, Sam was incredibly happy. It didn't matter where they were doing it, or how, or why... he would have likely been happy in any scenario. He was having sex, after all. She was light enough that he was able to keep her pressed up against the wall pretty easily, and once he was sure he had a good grip on her and she wasn't going to fall, Sam began to thrust his hips against her, trying desperately not to go off too soon. A low groan escaped his lips, muffled against her mouth because of the simple fact that he didn't want to stop kissing her yet. He was only worried about his own oxygen, since she didn't have to breathe, right? And god, she felt good. More than good. His body wanted to come already, but he was determined to hold out, at least until he knew she'd gotten there too. The only bad thing about this position was that his hands were occupied. He really wanted to touch her all over, but everything felt a bit restricted. He wondered if he could move her to the desk a few feet away without them both toppling over. Sam had no idea if he were that smooth.
He was feeling surprisingly good to her, but Solana wasn't going to try and pick it apart. She just rolled with the feeling, like she did so many other things. She generally didn't get anything out of sex besides sustenance, and while that had it's own pleasure, being pounded up against a wall by a broadly handsome young man was doing something else entirely to her. Her hands gripped fistfuls of his shirt as she kissed him like the world was ending, punctuating it with sharp bites and groans of her own. Had it been like this the last time? She honestly couldn't remember. It likely didn't matter anyway; it was like this now. With every nice hard thrust of his, pressure and heat built up in her lower belly that had nothing to do with hunger.
Jesus, she was hot. Sam felt like she really wanted him and not just what he could give her to alleviate any hunger she was feeling. He could easily argue with Shoel that she was right, and Solana wasn't out for just fluids. Undead or not, didn't everyone crave some kind of physicality with someone else just for the contact alone? Sam liked to think so. At least in this case. Sam's hands slid back on her thighs to cup her bottom tightly as he pumped his hips against hers harder. She didn't need to worry about oxygen but his lungs had begun to burn and he had to turn his face away from hers to suck in some musty air. After a few gulps, he groaned, his forehead falling against her shoulder. He regretted not taking his shirt off. Then at least he could have felt those gorgeous breasts against him. Maybe he could keep her around for a bit until he was ready to go again. Because his body was unraveling inside and he was teetering on the brink of completely losing it now.
She didn't know if it was because she'd fed kind of recently or if it was the atmosphere or the heady power she held over him, or just him, but Solana was feeling like she was actually going to climax. It wasn't unheard of, but it didn't happen a whole lot. Usually her goal was their orgasm and not her own. But this time, it felt like it was coming on like a freight train, and she could do nothing but stand in it's path, trapped as she was. Because she was compelled to moan along with him, she was breathing, and though she didn't need the oxygen, it felt very nice rushing down into her lungs and then out, carrying quickly accelerating cries along with it. A few more hard thrusts and she was falling over her edge. She clenched up around him and her legs tightened on his waist, her back bucking a little against the wall -- which was about all the squirming she could do from where she was. She let out a cry that got cut short as her air ran out, and for a moment everything was bliss.
Hearing Solana's moans only heightened everything Sam was feeling. The sounds alone were causing his body to burn as hot as a furnace and he moved faster, uncertain if he could hold off much longer. He could feel his back damp with sweat beneath his t-shirt and his knees were staring to shake from the sheer attempt to keep himself - and her - upright. Sam turned his head and began to press kisses against her throat when he felt her body tightening around his. Her cries pierced his ears and then Solana was coming around him, bucking against his body. It was the most amazing feeling and Sam grunted in an attempt to hold himself back but it was too late. "Fuck..." Sam gasped. "I can't..." He couldn't finish the rest of his sentence before everything tensed and his spine seemed to tingle painfully as he fell over the edge. Sam released a hoarse shout, hips pounding against hers a few more times before he spilled inside of her. If she hadn't been pressed up so firmly against the wall, he might have crumpled to the ground, his knees felt so weak.
She wasn't sure why he wouldn't want to in the first place, but people said bizarre things during an orgasm. Solana clung to him as he came, a spasmic smile crossing her face. When that liquid heat hit her insides, the warmth spread like wildfire. It took her thrumming aftershocks and amplified them all over again, threading the deepest sort of satisfaction along with it. It took her completely by surprise once more, that everything in her tightened up and exploded again. She gasped involuntarily, her body gripping him tight as another huge wave of pleasure rolled over her, and she shuddered between him and the wall. It was incredible. Once that one subsided some, it felt like her whole body lost it's bones and she leaned against him leaning against her. She could feel the tremors in his arms and was sure she'd be back on the floor soon, but it was up to Sam to put her down.
Sam gasped when she clenched around him again, seeing how everything was still so sensitive from his own orgasm. Smiling and still incredibly breathless, Sam turned his face to press his lips to hers. He wanted to hold her against him for awhile longer, but his entire body felt weak and heavy and he had to reluctantly pull out of her and set her on the floor. Still, he kept her pressed against the wall with his body as he sucked oxygen back into his lungs. Holy hell. Everything inside of him was still tingling. He could easily just stand there with Solana's warm body soft and curvy. His hands came up to cup her face and he kissed her again. She likely didn't need anything more from him, but that didn't seem to matter to him.
Her toes hit the floor and tingled violently as she took the responsibility of her own weight back. It felt something like a loss when he pulled out, but with their height difference, she knew it was technically necessary. And he didn't seem to be going anywhere, so that was all right. Solana like the sensation of being pinned to the wall by his warmth, while what he'd given her spread even more heat throughout her insides. She looped her arms around his waist, feeling the cooling sweat on his back. She wanted to lick it all up, just clean him off from head to toe while her core ached so sweetly. But he was kissing her and that was just as good. She returned it almost lazily, soaking up the afterglow. Such a sweet boy.
Sweet wasn't really the first word that Sam would want her to think of when she thought of him. Neither was boy. Sam didn't have a terribly big ego, but he still wanted Solana to think of him as a man. Sam pulled back, took a deep breath and rested his forehead against hers. "You're gorgeous," he breathed, not wanting to gush like a pussy, but it was hard not to. Who would have thought a vampire would get him hotter than any of the girls he'd hooked up with over the past couple of years. She was gorgeous, damn hot and fucking sexy as hell. Sam sort of wanted to lay her down and start kissing all over her body, just for the hell of it, but again, he'd come across as a mushy, lame teenager.
Everything was nicely warm and fuzzy, and Solana didn't mind a bit of gushing. She was still female, no matter what else she was, and females always enjoyed compliments. It was just a universal rule. And she enjoyed them even when they were coming from a hormonal teenager that she'd just fed from. She smiled and pushed her hips into him in a subtle sort of way. "Thank you," she purred. He was a fine specimen himself, but they were talking about her. His ego had already gotten enough for the day. Though she was marveling a bit, inside, about him being able to make her climax. Twice, even. Perhaps there was something to feeding from hormonal teenagers.
He smiled at her and pushed her hair back behind her ear. Now that his body had cooled quite a bit, Sam was starting to feel sleepy. His body was already feeling quite drained. But he didn't want to just fuck and run. "Do you have a place to sleep tonight? Or... er, stay at least?" Did she sleep during the evening? Or just during the day? He had no clue. But again, he didn't want to zip up his pants and go home and just assume she wasn't going to be out sleeping on some park bench or something equally as uncomfortable.
Solana arched an eyebrow at him. Fresh fluids in her always cleared her mind up, made her sharper and more aware. She was seeing more clearly that Sam seemed into her. Genuinely. Not that she was going to do anything to put a stop to that. Not on purpose, anyway. If he had a crush on her, it would be so much easier to keep this up. She gave him a little half smile and shrugged a shoulder. "I had not thought about it, yet. I have stored my bag ... somewhere." She frowned vaguely, then let it go. She'd find it again, she always did.
Did she have a bag when he found her on the street? Sam's brows drew together in thought, but he couldn't remember. He hadn't really been looking for a bag in all honesty. Sam wished he could take her home with him, to at least give her some place to sleep, but his mom would freak out if she caught Solana in Sam's room. "I know it's not the Hilton, but you could stay here," Sam suggested. "It's indoors, and you'd be safe." He paused, realizing that Solana probably didn't have much to be afraid of, other than hunters. He grinned sheepishly. "Though I bet you know how to take care of yourself, huh?"
Oh so it wasn't an invitation to go home with him. Why a warm soft bed with a warm breathing boy in it sounded so appealing she didn't know, but it did. She pouted a bit, and curled her fingers into his shirt at the chest, looking up at him with those big brown eyes. "But you won't stay here," she said. He hadn't brought her to his room the last time, either, even though they'd been right there at his house, more or less. He must live with parents still. Damned parents. She didn't even address his question, focused for a second on trying to weasel her way into his bed.
It took Sam a few moments to figure out she was hinting that she wanted him to stay. Or that she at least wanted to stay with him. He wasn't sure what to say, because he really didn't want to sleep in this place all night, even if it was with a gorgeous woman. He tried to think of a way he could get her inside his room and out in the morning without his mom finding out. It was just damn hard to say no when she pouted and looked at him that way. "Well," he began, his hand resting on her hip. "You can't go out when the sun is up, right?"
She could almost sense his resistance breaking, and it was delectable. So easy to do when clothes were off, almost every time. She kept her glee off of her face, however, keeping up the slightly protruding bottom lip and the sad doe eyes. "I can," she contradicted, though not at all harshly. How was he to know anything? So many of the myths were terribly untrue, especially about her kind. "Just not for long, it makes me too hot." And not hot in the good way. She trailed her fingertips idly down the length of his arms and back up.