Reese Billings (reeseinpieces) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-05-18 11:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | ingrid, reese |
Monday: May/19/08
Who: Reese and Ingrid
When: Monday night
Where: various places inside the school
What: some fun for the birthday boy.. plotting and smexin'
This was a bad idea. Bad in that it was completely wicked. But that was what made it so damn appealing. Peyton's brother. Brilliant! Ingrid couldn't have come up with a better way to take a stab at the girl if she'd actually be trying to think of something. The whole thing had put her into a great mood, which was saying something. She hadn't been in much of a mood to do anything at all since the last encounter, face to face encounter rather, that she'd had with Leo which had been weeks ago, but since yesterday, she'd had a new spring in her step. Hell, she'd even showered, and had taken a little bit of time picking out what she was going to wear instead of just putting on the first thing she came across that was clean.
Wearing high heeled boots to give her some added height, Ingrid's dark jeans were tight, well fitted to her form, and her dark purple shirt was over-sized, carefully draped so as to expose one fair, slender shoulder. Her dark hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail, eyes lined dark and lips painted red. She had put a lot of thought into her attire, but had kept it just casual enough to not make it obvious that she had given it much thought at all, and it was just after sunset when she knocked upon Reese's door, looking positively bored already as she stared off down the hall, waiting for him to answer with her hands poised upon her hip.
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Reese had put some effort into his appearance as well. Not necessarily for Ingrid's benefit, but just because he usually spent a lot of time perfecting his sexiness. It wasn't hard, because he looked good thanks to his mom's good genes, but no harm in spending a little extra time in front of the mirror. His hair was messy, even though he'd spent twenty minutes working on it. His clothes were loose fitting but looked good on his frame. Designer jeans faded along the thighs and ass. A white cotton shirt with a few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled twice. Black boots and belt. He hadn't shaved since morning, leaving a bit of stubble behind. Overall, the look was casual and cool.
He was pocketing his cell phone when there was a knock at the door. Reese figured his 'date' would show up as soon as the sun set, and he wanted to be ready. It wasn't good to leave a woman waiting... unless she was trash.. but if that was the case, then why the fuck bother with her to begin with?
Reese didn't know if Ingrid was hot. He hoped she was, even though the whole vampire thing still creeped him out. Fingers crossed that Ingrid could be trusted. She said she wouldn't bite him unless he asked, and he would definitely NOT be asking. The only thing he did want to ask her.. was for more information about Peyton and the douche bag boyfriend.
Answering the door with a smile, he was pleased to see that Ingrid was hot... well, in a rocker chick sort of way. She had serious sex appeal. "FYI, it's my birthday, so this better be one hell of a tour," he warned her, grabbing his keys and exiting the room. He immediately offered his arm, pouring on the charm.
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The moment that Reese opened the door, Ingrid was able to sum up his "type". She'd met them plenty of times before. Oddly enough, he reminded her a slight bit of Lyle, though that was just a fleeting impression. She doubted she would find too much in common between the two boys after she got to know him better, if she got to know him better. And she might, if he were tolerable. That would definitely be a topic of debate. It would depend on how much of his sister she saw in him.
"Oooh. Birthday boy, huh?" Ingrid offered him a slightly caustic grin as she arched a brow to the arm before accepting it. "Didn't know you'd have such high expectations. I was only going to touch on the high points... Cafeteria, Class Rooms, Swimming Pool." She gave a small shrug of her slender shoulders. "But if you have something different in mind, I am open to suggestions." She cast a charming smile in his direction. "You name it, I can probably find it."
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Actually, Reese and Lyle probably had a lot more in common than either wanted to admit, and Peyton would stab anyone who tried to convince her of it. That was just NASTY! But in the end, Reese was a bit more of a dick, and he was okay with that. He sucked up to people of importance, whipped out the charm for hot chicks, and said to hell with everyone else.
"Yep, twenty-two today. I've decided it's a good age. Suits me, don't ya think?" He gave her a grin and wiggled his eyebrows, clearly fishing for compliments.
"I've been to the pool already. Todd, er Fox.. we went there yesterday after I arrived. I heard ya fucked him," he mentioned casually. "But I don't know if I'm up for that... frankly, the fangs freak me out."
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"Hmm." He was defnitely going for a compliment, but Grid wasn't sure she was going to give him one just yet, so she stopped, pulling him to a halt beside her. "I dunno. Let me see. Give me a quick turn around." She gave him a cheeky grin. "You want an honest opinion, don't you?"
The fact that Fox had told someone, and it had to have been him that told because there was no one else that knew, other than Leo of course who wouldn't have mentioned it to anyone, pissed her off a little. So she pursed her lips and gave a dismissive shrug. "Yeah, once. Though I'd hardly call it memorable. And they should." She fixed him with a look. "They can be quite dangerous." She maintained that seriousness for just a moment before she laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Don't be such a pussy. I said I wasn't going to bite you and I won't." She smirked a little as she added, "I'm on a diet." She almost giggled. It was hard to take herself serious when she said things like that. But wasn't that the point?
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Reese did a little spin for her, letting Ingrid examine the merchandise. "Honest. Absolutely. Then I'll give you a review," he added with a huge toothy grin. He could be cheesy at times.
Figured that Ingrid would be pissed about Fox fucking and blabbing, and maybe that's why Reese decided to tell her. He and Fox were getting along now, but that didn't make them friends. As far as Reese was concerned, a hot vampire trumped a half-angel roommate. Reese could use someone like Ingrid on his side. "Is that so? Interesting. He talks big." But if Ingrid's review could be trusted, Fox was all talk. Come to think of it, he had let Reese believe he'd fucked the twins, Ava and Ana, only to back peddle minutes later.
"Yeah, well, you better keep your word. P.J. may hate me right now, but I don't think she'd approve of you biting me.. and she's fuckin' scary." Yes, he was afraid of his baby sister, and he had damn good reason to be. "I like my blood where it is. So no biting."
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If he was going to show it off, she was going to look at it. Tilting her head to one side, Ingrid had a bit of a grin upon her lips as she furrowed her brow just a little in thought. "Well... I mean you're definitely not a dog or anything. And you've got a really nice ass. But the thing with asses is you can't ever really tell if they're as firm as they look without giving them a nice tight squeeze." She quirked a brow slightly and then giggled. "And I don't need a review. I already know I'm sexy. Doesn't really matter what you think."
Fox wasn't bad or anything. In fact, he was quite good. But if he was going to run his mouth, then she would run hers in return. Let him be the one to be pissed about it. He was the one with the whole "never kiss and tell" policy. Looked like that was bullshit though. "Good rule of thumb, Reese, and you should probably know this already; Most men that talk big only do it because they need to make themselves feel better."
Ingrid may have looked young, but she wasn't born yesterday by any means. She knew Peyton was... a worthy advesary, which was why she'd pretty much just let things play out how they would. She certainly wasn't dumb enough to go snacking on her brother. But befriending him, that was another story all together. It would irritate the girl to no end for her brother to think that Ingrid was so very nice. And he would think that by the time their "date" was done. She was sure of it now. "My lips are sealed."
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"Yeah, you're sexy. I like the red lips," he commented, eying them thoroughly. "But by all means, squeeze the ass. I promise it's as firm as it looks." He even pulled up the hem of his shirt to give her better access. Reese wasn't shy.
Nodding at her words of wisdom, Reese had to agree. "I know... but it's not all total bullshit. We pepper in the truth. But when we're around the boys, we gotta add some flavor, you know? Everyone loves a good story." With Reese, you could count on at least twenty percent crap with everything he said. At least! Sometimes it was a lot more.
"Don't seal 'em too tight, babe. You said you'd dish the dirt tonight, so start dishin'." He wanted to know why Peyton would be verbal about Ingrid's fangs. Reese had a lot to learn about his sister, and since P.J. wasn't talking, he'd have to get his information elsewhere. Ingrid seemed like a good place to start.
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"Careful, Reese." Ingrid noticed his less than casual glance at her lips. "Greater men than you have fallen prey to these lips." But her grin couldn't be hidden in the least as he so modestly offered his ass for her more thorough appraisal. Never one to really back down from much of anything, she slid her hands down over the curve of his ass and then gave it a hard, tight squeeze. "Mmm. Someone's been working out." The words were purred next to his ear before she stepped away and resumed their walk towards the exit.
Ingrid knew all about boys and their bullshit stories. She'd heard more than a few of them during her many years of life. It never changed. Boys were the same back in the 1950's when she was born as they were today and she doubted that it ever would change any. "So maybe it wasn't complete crap then, but he should learn to keep his mouth shut. Not everyone needs to be privy to my business."
And he remembered, though of course he would. That was the whole point to this outing. "Hm, how should I word this?" She was toying with him, a wicked little grin dancing upon those crimson lips. "You see, your sister and I are practically family. Or will be, if she and Lyle get married like they're planning to." She rolled her eyes. "Fucking ridiculous. Then again, Lyle has always been rather... childish in his idealism. And your sister, well, she's precisely his type. Angsty and oh so vulnerable." She scowled a little as she added, "His predictability is really quite disappointing."
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"I told you.. no biting," he warned, though his tone was mostly playful. He didn't think she'd back down on her promise, and Reese was positive he wouldn't change his mind about the fangs. Ingrid seemed cool and all, but he had no desire to be her blood bag.
He grinned ear to ear at her compliment, quite pleased with himself. "Swimmer. State champ a few years ago... and I still do laps every damn day." He loved swimming. It was a great workout without feeling like a workout.
"Whatever. I don't need details from you. I heard all I need to from him... and it wasn't a lot, just so you know." More like a casual mention of 'oh yeah, I fucked her'. "He never said it was a secret, and if you want me to keep my mouth shut, you gotta tell me. So.. yeah.. keep that in mind." Just in case she had anything she didn't want him sharing. Reese was very good at keeping secrets, if and only if you told him to.
"So... you're related to the douche bag boyfriend?" he asked, slightly confused and pausing. They'd been walking through the halls for a while now, not really pausing for any tour notes, just roaming. "I wouldn't worry 'bout her marrying the guy. Dad would never allow it, and he keeps a tight leash." Though, Lyle was fucking Peyton, and Reese could hardly believe the dude's balls hadn't been detached yet. "She is an angsty little bitch though. Mean as shit. Tell me more about douche bag." Jack had been very clear prior to Reese's departure. Report on Peyton, and the credit cards would continue to be paid.
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"I don't have to bite you for you to be a victim, Reese." There were other abilities that Ingrid had. But she didn't really had any need to use them. She was pretty much just teasing him. He was... not quite as dull as she had expected. It was the smile. He looked like the all-American boy next door, but it was easy to tell that behind those eyes lay no angel.
"Honestly, I really don't care." Ingrid gave a slight roll of her eyes. "It's more or less just the principal. He's all about talking about not kissing and telling though clearly that doesn't apply when he's trying to impress the boys." She gave a dismissive shrug. "Tell anyone anything that you like. I'm not at all concerned with secrets."
A bit of a grin tugged at the corners of Grid's lips as he attempted to pick up what she was putting down. "You could say that." Typically there would be a more... feral and possessive side of her that he would be met with referring to Lyle in such a way, but right now, she didn't really care. And why should she? He'd all but abandoned her, after all. "Well what do you wanna know? More is a bit vague, don't you think?"
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"I kiss and tell all the time. That's nearly half the fun! Physically, it feels just as good to fuck an ugly girl, but you wanna fuck the hot ones so you can brag about it to your boys." Logic. Courtesy of Reese Billings.
"You could start by defining this whole 'family' thing. How are you related to him? And he seemed like a dick the few times we talked. So, it would also be helpful to know if he can kick my ass." Reese would lay off a bit if that were the case. He wasn't the biggest or strongest guy out there. He could usually hold his own, but he'd lost enough fights to know to choose his battles carefully.
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"At least you're honest about it." There was no denying that. And honesty was the best policy, or so they said.
He didn't know. Or did he and he was just... confused about how he ranked in the whole racial comparison scheme of things? "He is a dick. Sometimes." And the next part made her visibly unhappy. "I suppose when Peyton tells him to be." The dislike didn't exactly go one way.
"And we're family because... I made him." The cat was out of the bag, if it hadn't been already. "So he may be able to kick your ass." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "Guess it depends upon the reason why you're here."
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Reese nodded, starting to get a clearer picture of the strange relationships working between Ingrid, Lyle and Peyton. "She's got him under thumb then... hmm.." Dad would enjoy hearing that. If Lyle was willing to do what Peyton said, then he could probably be controlled by Jack as well, since Peyton, begrudgingly, obeyed their father.. most of the time. He wasn't an easy man to disobey. "She needs to be controlling. It's a... thing... with her." He didn't know how to explain it better without discussing things he wasn't prepared to share with this stranger.
"You made him..." It took just a second to sink in. When it did, Reese regretted being such an ass to Lyle. Why the fuck had Jack failed to mention Peyton's boyfriend was a vampire?! "Fuck..."
Reese chewed his bottom lip, thinking for a bit. He was stirred though when Ingrid asked why he was here. "Uh.. it's complicated."
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"Mm, yeah. Not that it's all that hard to do." If she needed to be controlling, she had picked the right man. Lyle was about as docile as they came. That was why Ingrid was able to do to him the things that she had done. He was all too willing to let her call the shots. She missed those days.
"Oh. So I guess you didn't know." And now he did. And he would have found out from someone somewhere eventually. So why did she feel bad that she had let it slip?
"Isn't it always?" She asked, a frown pursing her lips as her voice took on a much softer tone. Talking about Lyle never really served to put her in a good mood.
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"Yeah... no," he said in a tone that expressed he was still stunned. "Dad failed to mention that, and Peyton hasn't returned my calls in over a month." Not since he'd asked for her help before Jack went and fucked his DNA all to hell. Bitch couldn't leave the past behind them and save him the same fate she'd suffered? He should hate her, he wanted to, but he couldn't. He understood now why she was so fucking furious with her family. "We don't talk much." They'd gone years without a single 'hello'.
Reese didn't know how much people at this school knew about Peyton's powers and their origin. He didn't even know if Peyton understood. He was ticked at her right now, but he wasn't going to give up their family secrets just yet. "I'm psychokinetic like her." That was safe enough. It didn't reveal the source of their abilities. "But my powers aren't even close to her level. It just happened in the last month. I can move little things with my mind... and, uh..." he pulled up the back of his shirt, all the way, so that his entire back was exposed, showing off the scales growing there. "I've got webbed feet too." He didn't like the scales, but the feet were pretty damn cool.
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"Hmm." Ingrid pursed her lips, thinking about that for a moment before she finally decided upon something to say. "That's her loss then." She'd give anything to have just one of her brothers alive and well again. But that was a long time ago, and something she certainly wasn't going to talk about now. So she brushed it off with a simple, "I mean, you seem like an alright guy."
So that's what her deal was. Ingrid honestly didn't know much about Peyton. She hadn't really bothered to learn. But then again, she had been rather... distracted. It was the scales that threw her off, however, her face curling up into a look coming pretty close to disgust. "That... must make your swimming better." It was the only thing nice she could think to say.
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"Maybe," he mumbled. Reese understood the reason for the divide. He doubted anyone else here knew. Lyle probably didn't even know. Peyton and Reese had valid reasons for not getting along. Ingrid was ignorant about the situation, and frankly, she didn't know what a dick he could be. What kind of guy let his sister be abused for years without doing a damn thing about it? He felt guilty, but he couldn't bring himself to apologize for it. He had been a coward back then, and not a whole lot had changed over the years.
"You don't have to be polite. They're gross, I know. Just showed up a few weeks ago. As far as I know, P.J. doesn't have 'em. I tried yanking a few off.. you know, like they were scabs or something... but it fucking hurt, and they just grew back." He let his shirt fall down to cover them again, then looked to Ingrid's red lips again. "Can I see your fangs?"
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Ingrid didn't really have to know the story to know that there was nothing, absolutely nothing, worth losing your family over. If she could go back and do things differently in her life... But she couldn't. And there was no use fixating on things that she couldn't change. But that didn't stop her. No matter how many fights she and her brothers had had, no matter how angry her parents had made her, and they had made her pretty angry, angry enough to run away and get herself killed, it wasn't those things that she remembered now that they were gone.
Fuck, this night was turning out to be slightly depressing.
"Yeah, I do." Ingrid gave a short laugh. "If you don't have anything nice to say... make some shit up." She gave a dismissive shrug of her shoulders. "There are worse things you could have, I suppose." Like a third nipple. She'd met a guy who had one of those once and she would definitely take reese's scales over one of those any day. They really freaked her out.
The question, so childlike in it's nature, made her grin a little. "What is this? A game of show me yours and I'll show you mine?" She laughed and then tilted her head, opening her mouth to put her pearly whites on display. "If your hands are clean, you can touch them. Just be careful, they're sharp."
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It was slightly depressing. Reese was stuck inside on his birthday.. at a school he fucking hated already.. and talking about his shitty relationship with his sister with a stranger. Lame. He didn't even have any booze yet, so there was no way to get drunk in his room, and he refused to dip into Fox's stash of shitty, trailer-trash liquor.
"Just glad I don't have a tail... or fur. That would be really fuckin' creepy. Here's hoping the scales don't spread," he said, with little hope in his voice. Right now, he could keep them covered in public, because they weren't on his face or anything, so it wasn't horrible. But he'd have to wear a wetsuit or rash guard every time he went to the beach for the rest of his life, and that fucking sucked.
He was curious about her fangs. Reese had known about the supernatural world for years, but he didn't ask questions. He simply paid attention when Peyton would come home for the holidays the first few years of her stay here. She'd talk about the various races, and he made mental notes. "Nah, that's okay. I'm good with looking." He was curious, not stupid. You didn't put your hand into the mouth of a wild animal, and while Ingrid seemed tame, he didn't trust her just yet.
Pausing in the hall as they reached a fork, he looked both ways. "Think we could find some booze?" He figured she didn't drink alcohol. "I've got a birthday to celebrate."
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Trailer trash liquor? Where did he think he was? He was in the middle of fucking nowhere in Massachusetts, one of the crappiest states in the world. If he wanted liquor, he was going to have to settle for something a little less than the best. Or some homemade shit. There were a few people around here who used their amazing magical talents to distill some pretty decent booze. Of course she wasn't nearly as picky as he apparently was.
"Well, hey, just look at it this way. If they spread, you can tell people that you're starring in a remake of Creature from the Black Lagoon and it's just easier to leave your makeup on than to sit through that terror before every take." That was probably a horrible joke, but she seemed so sincere, until she cracked a smile. "Don't worry about it. It hasn't happened yet, right? And, if it does..." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "There are ways around having people see things that they shouldn't." Glamor could work wonders. And she'd heard that the head Mistress, or whatever she was called, was pretty brilliant in a laboratory. If nothing else, there was always Leo...
"Suit yourself." She stopped talking after that, giving him a moment to admire them before she snapped at him and then giggled. "Did I scare you?" Not that he'd admit it, but she had seen him flinch. Or maybe he would. Oddly enough he didn't seem like the type that felt the need to wear the bravado all the time.
It had completely slipped Ingrid's mind that the moon was full until he mentioned tracking down some alcohol and she opened her mouth to mention the nearby liquor store only to realize what night it was. Normally she wouldn't have cared. It never bothered her before she'd come to TJS, but getting out of here when the moon was full was quite the feat. It was the only time that security wasn't a complete and total joke. "Full moon. Right." She pursed her lips in a small frown. "Hmm. To be perfectly honest, I don't really... socialize very much. But we do have this one professor that I am fairly certain tips the bottle quite a bit. We could possibly track some down in his office." She quirked a brow slightly, silently questioning whether or not he'd be up for such a mission.
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Yes, Reese was a snob. Alcohol, clothes, cars, anything. He expected the best because he'd always had the best. Deal with it.
Rolling his eyes at her failed joke, Reese was still able to shrug it off. "I'm not too worried just yet. It's wait and see mode right now. Not a big deal here, and I think dad's gonna force me to stay for quite a while. I'll panic later." If the scales spread and became an issue, he'd just kill his dad and live it up with his inheritance.
The little snap did make him flinch, but he laughed nervously a second later. "Fuck yeah, you scared me! Don't do that shit. Seriously not cool," though he continued to chuckle. "You've got fangs and drink blood. That qualifies as scary."
"Lead the way, woman. I need liquor now." He followed her through the halls, totally lost. This place was huge and confusing.. but beautiful. Reese was soaking in the building's design, appreciating it's complexity.
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Ingrid was sure he'd be just fine. Even if the scales did spread, he looked like a rich kid, and most girls only cared about money regardless. She wasn't one of them, but that was how a lot of women were, especially in this day and age. They were living in very shallow times.
Laughing, Ingrid rolled her eyes. "I already told you I'm not gonna bite." She smirked as she added, "Then again, you should never trust a vampire. That's sort of like trusting a snake not to bite you when you pick it up. Never can tell..." She was teasing, of course. He was safe. Especially since the whole thing with the scales sort of grossed her out. She wouldn't want to imagine how he might taste.
The halls were quiet. They always were when the moon was full, oddly enough. That was because security was mostly at the doors keeping people in and the lycans secure, the lycans were all out chasing each other around, and most everyone else was keeping themselves occupied with the school's full moon activities. They always had films and food to get people through the night. She never participated.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" As they curved a path through the halls, she couldn't help but to notice that he had his eye on the architecture of the building. "It's gorgeous outside too. Wish I could see it in the sunlight." That was something she had definitely missed for years now, the sun. She had been one of those girls that was content to just bathe in the light and heat, soaking it up like some rare desert cactus, but not anymore. It had been decades.
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"Never?" he asked, less worried about himself and more worried about Peyton. "So.. like... captain douche bag, he won't hurt my sister, will he?" Other than in the typical male ways. Breaking her heart.. etc. "Because I might have to stake him." Probably seemed weird that a guy who did NOT get along with his sister and who had failed to protect her as a child was protective now, but he didn't want her getting sucked dry by a vamp!
He nodded then frowned. "Sorry," he said softly. "That must suck. I'm sure living forever has its advantages and all, but I couldn't give up daytime. And with summer approaching, there's even more of it. Maybe... I don't know... someone will invent something that allows you guys to go out in the sun again one day." He could see his sister doing that. She was scary smart.
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Ingrid was serious when she shook her head and replied, "Never." Lyle would break his sister's heart. That much she was certain of. Because no matter what he thought, no matter what Peyton thought either, Lyle belonged to Ingrid. And eventually... "He will, though not in the way you're thinking." She could see that idea playing out behind his eyes. "At least... not intentionally." She frowned a little as she thought about it. "You know, I have no idea what his levels of control are. So that could be a problem." And she seemed rather nonchalant about it all.
"Doubtful." She smirked as she added, "I won't hold my breath." A laugh parted her ruby lips at her own joke. As if that would even matter. "And..." She drew the word out for a few steps. "Here we are." At that, she slipped the earring from her ear and crouched down in front of the door knob. The slender piece of metal was slipped into place and twisted a few times before she heard that familiar "click". Turning the knob, she pushed the door open and took a step to the side. "And they say crime doesn't pay."
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"Then.. in what way? I mean, is he gonna bite her.. drain her of all her blood? You gotta tell me this shit." And what did she mean intentionally? Was Lyle some sort of 'loose cannon'? Reese was feeling more and more murderous by the second. The tool could not be allowed to continue seeing Peyton.
Smiling as she easily picked the lock, Reese entered when she made room for him. "I think I'm gonna have to stay on your good side. Lock picking, fangs.. you're scary." She was cool too. Oh, and hot. Definitely hot.
Reese started to rummage through the room, looking in the sorts of places he'd hide booze. How boring. This dude (at least Reese assumed it was a dude's office) kept his liquor in a desk drawer. Way too easy to find. Oooh, but the man had good taste! "Excellent!" he declared, pulling out the bottle. Sadly, there wasn't much in it, but good shit none the less. "Single malt Scotch!" Immediately, Reese opened it and took a long swig. He stretched out his arm a second later, offering some to Ingrid.
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"Probably not. I mean.. if he was going to bite her, I'd think he'd have done it already." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "But who knows really. It's possible. Like I said, I have no idea what sort of control he does or doesn't have." If she could get Reese on her side, the side that wanted them apart, then perhaps it would make it easier for her, not that she couldn't just take him, but that wasn't the way that Ingrid preferred to do things.
"You haven't seen anything yet, sugar." Grid gave him a wink before she giggled, eying the room as they stepped inside.
Lloyd. The shrink. Only here lately he was the one who looked like he needed to be seeking therapy. Ingrid strolled through the room, fingering the books on the shelves, taking one down to look at it. She glanced over at Reese as he found what he was looking for, a small smirk upon her lips. "There's probably more liquor in the kitchen somewhere, actually. The pastry chef, Jude somebody, makes a lot of stuff with liquor." She shrugged her shoulders softly. "I've heard it's pretty good." She shook her head in response to the offer, flopping down in one of the nearby chairs to thumb through some book on psychological defeats.
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"How do you know he hasn't bit her already?" Reese could see Peyton enjoying something like that. She was crazy. Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck. It was hard to massage the muscles there with his stupid scales. "They should have rules against that or something. She's a minor. She can't fucking get a tattoo without consent, so she definitely shouldn't be allowed to let that douche get off fanging her." Lyle was already fucking her, and that was bad enough!
"His cooking or the liquor?" Honestly, Reese could go for either right now. A trip to the kitchen sounded like a good idea. "I'm bringing this with us," he said, taking another long swig when Ingrid didn't accept his offer to share. She seemed interested in staying though, so maybe he'd just finish it off in the room. Not like there was a whole lot left in the bottle.
Sitting down on the arm of the chair she was in, Reese glanced down at the first book she opened. "I don't think you'll find anything in there about your particular brand of crazy."
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"I don't know that he hasn't." Ingrid hadn't asked. And she likely wouldn't ask either because she was sure she wouldn't like the answer. It was difficult for a vampire to fuck without feeding. It could be done, sure, but that was like... Drinking without smoking. It just sort of went together most of the time. "And I'm sure they do but they can't exactly police everything that goes on around here."
Giving a small laugh, Ingrid fixed him with a look. "His cooking. Though I'm sure the liquor isn't half bad either." She wasn't in a particular hurry to go. They'd just got here. Sure, they were somewhere they weren't supposed to be and security would probably be patrolling the halls at some point tonight as well, but she didn't really care.
"Nor yours?" Ingrid asked, barely missing a beat. She then snapped the book closed before placing a hand upon his thigh, using it to push herself up to lean over him and place the book back on the shelf. She was quite deliberate in the way she oh so casually grazed her body against his own in the process. Flirting was like second nature for the most part and she just couldn't seem to help herself.
"So let's go see if we can find something to entice your appetite in the pantry, shall we?" She wore a wicked little grin upon those red lips as she moved to stand, hips swaying as she led the way to the door.
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Talking about Lyle and Peyton and what they did together was making Reese uncomfortable. He decided to drop the subject for now. Later on, when he was alone with his thoughts, he'd figure out a way to break them up.
"I could go for a burger right now. Ooh, or tacos. Fuck, why's the moon gotta be full? Taco Bell sounds so fucking awesome right now!" Reese pouted and took another sip. Damn good Scotch.
The way Ingrid touched his thigh and rubbed against him as she put the book back, well, let's just say it stirred something.. uh, yeah. What? She was hot! Reese had to keep reminding himself that she had fangs and could quickly drain all the blood out of his cock, which was a good way of keeping it from getting hard. Sorta. Half mast?
"Sounds like a plan." They needed to get out of the dark, secluded room with the comfy chairs. Reese quickly finished off what little was left of the Scotch and placed the bottle back in the drawer where he'd found it. Maybe the guy was an alcoholic and would think he drank it himself. A second later, Reese was jogging up behind Ingrid to follow. "When you say entice and appetite... why do I get the feeling you're not talking about food?"
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It was a good thing he let the subject drop. Ingrid had had her fill of the topic for one night as well. She couldn't stand to think about it too much. It just... upset her. And yet, for some reason, not nearly as much now as it had in the past. And maybe that meant something. She was sure that it did. But she couldn't think about that right now, or about him. She was sure he wasn't thinking about her.
Rolling her eyes, Ingrid smirked a little at his rant about food. She didn't really eat so she couldn't relate to his predicament. "I've never had Taco Bell." That was really the only thing of any relevance that she could add to that topic of conversation. "Died before the chain was popularized." As was the case with so many things.
She knew the affect she would have on him, or could have on him. And while she wasn't necessarily attracted to him, at least not in an instantaneous way though she could possibly find him attractive later on seeing as how he did sort of fit into the mold of her type, it couldn't hurt to have Peyton's brother lusting after her. It would make for a decent something to lord over the other girl.
His remark was met with feigned innocence as he caught up to her in the hall, a glance given in his direction, wickedness dancing behind her eyes. "And what else could I possibly be talking about, Reese?" She had to fight to keep from grinning as her gaze moved forward and she reached a hand over to lace her fingers with his own.
"So tell me about you." She was sure he was the type who simply loved talking about himself. And Ingrid wasn't one to be entirely comfortable with silence.
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"Wait.. just how old are you?" If she became a vampire in the days before Taco Bell, then she was a great deal older than any of the cougars he'd hit on over the years. At least Ingrid didn't look it. She appeared to be young and sexy.
He wasn't lusting. Totally normal for a guy his age to get a stiffy over an attractive woman. Lust would imply a great deal more desire. This was just physical attraction and could be easily ignored. "I think you're trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson." He did love 'The Graduate'. Great movie. And Ingrid was apparently old. How very appropriate.
When her fingers laced with his, it was a bit harder to remember the fangs, and he found himself fighting a sudden urge to pin her against the wall and kiss her. It was only because her skin was cold that he kept his wits about him. "About me? I don't know," he said with a shrug. "Uh.. I've been studying architecture the past few years in Firenze... er, Florence." It was really hard to get out of the habit of saying it in Italian now that he was back in the states. "Moved back to D.C. about a month ago. Dad made me. Now I'm here." Obviously, he'd left out some rather big details, but Reese wasn't prepared to over share right now. "P.J.'s been here for ages."
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"Old enough." Ingrid remarked, and then added with a grin, "I'm eighteen, of course. And I always will be." The real question he should have asked was how long she had been eighteen. And even then she probably wouldn't tell him. There weren't many people that she told her real age to.
That was enough to make her laugh out loud. "Trying to seduce you?" She arched a brow slightly as she warned him, "Reese, sugar, if I wanted you, I could make you like putty in my hands." And that wasn't a joke, even though she was grinning when she said it.
"Well that's simply enthralling." Ingrid rolled her eyes. That was definitely not as much detail as she was expecting. "You know you're more than where you've been and what you've done, right?" Or did he? "What makes your pulse race, Reese? What drives you? What turns you on? What's your favorite smell, favorite color, favorite sexual position?" She laughed, pushing open the door to the kitchen now that they'd made their way through the winding halls to the entrance. "What's the craziest thing you've ever done?"
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"Old enough... translation.. you're not gonna tell me." He nodded in understanding. When women refused to tell you their age, they were either old or underage. Ingrid must be old. "At least you're still hot and always will be."
Pouting playfully, Reese teased back, "Now I'm sad. You don't want me." He sniffed as though about to cry. It wasn't even two seconds later though before he laughed. "Save the seducing for another night. The fangs still creep me the fuck out."
"Woah, one question at a time, babe! Let's see.. favorite color is the easiest.. blue, and I look damn good in it. Favorite smell, it's harder to explain, and I doubt you know it. Old churches.. really old... they've got this musty scent, like... like a puddle with marble dust in it. I can't really explain it better than that. It's earthy." There was something substantial about that scent. It was grounded and real and transported Reese's mind back in time. "I love swimming. Love having sex in the water, especially salt water. There's this beach in Sicily, fuck.. so amazing. No sand. It's made of black pebbles... smooth volcanic rock. Incredible. And the water's clear enough to see your feet even when it's up at your neck. Doesn't hurt that it's topless."
They walked into the kitchen, and she asked him a tricky question. "Depends on how you define crazy. Coming here might qualify."
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"Precisely." And it wasn't that she felt like she was old. It was amazing how fast so many years had passed by, really, when she thought about it, but it was simply that perhaps she was too old to be here, and the last thing she needed was for someone to blab about how old she really was and her get kicked out because of it. She doubted that would really happen, but it could. "And that's all that counts."
Rolling her eyes, she knew he was full of shit before he even laughed about it. "Just for that, I should bite your ass." She paused a hitch. "But I won't. Should, but won't." She didn't want him running off. He was actually kind of fun to be around.
"One at a time is too easy." She scowled. "I like to keep people on their toes." She wiggled her brows at him, then listened to what he had to say. He really was full of himself, wasn't he? "I bet you do. Brings out the color of your eyes. And believe it or not, I have been to church, though probably not one as old as the one you're talking about." They didn't have churches that old in the place where she grew up.
The beach sounded heavenly. It made her miss the sun again. The beach was great at night, of course, but it just wasn't the same. And she frowned a little as she pushed the door open, thinking about all the things that she had missed out on.
"Really?" She asked, moving ahead of him into the dark to start pulling open cabinet doors to look for the hidden supply. "You've lived a tame life." At least compared to some.
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"You better not!" he warned, narrowing his eyes at her. "I know I look delicious and all, but I don't even donate blood, so I'm sure as hell not okay with you sucking it out of me... and we both know you wouldn't be able to resist once ya got a taste." By that, he meant kissing, though he was confident Ingrid wasn't the sort of vampire to simply take a sip and walk away.
"There's a duomo in Civitanova. It's my favorite. There's nothing spectacular about the design, I just... like it." Something hit him the first time he walked in that building. Reese couldn't describe the feeling. "But yeah, old. Older than you probably."
"I asked you to define crazy. This place is a former nut house, and I gave up a damn good life in Italy... walked away from what was probably going to be an awesomely successful career... to do what? Hang out with a bunch of moody bitches, my sister included, in fucking Danvers? Definitely crazy." Though, it wasn't his choice. "I'm guessing you meant... sex in public, bar fights, getting arrested type crazy, eh?"
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Ingrid couldn't help but to laugh at him, the sound echoing off the walls around them, starting off loud and then fading away into a bit of a giggle. "You think you're that addictive, huh?" She quirked a brow. "I tell you what, sugar, I got some serious willpower. You'd be surprised what I can resist."
Rolling her eyes she gave him a glare. "I'm not that old. Just... older, that's all." Probably close to his mother's age. Or maybe a little bit older than his mother. That was odd to think about. He could be her son had she been allowed to live a normal life. But that was neither here nor there now. There was nothing that could be done to change it.
"Okay. I get your point. That is a little crazy so..." She finally found a cabinet that was locked. That had to be it. Either it had liquor in it or those truffle things that people paid so much for. One or the other. She again slipped her earring out to pick the lock. "Got it." She pulled the door open. "Jackpot." She pulled the other door open as well so he could see the supply inside.
"So why did you leave and come here?" She turned and hopped up onto the counter nearby. "This obviously isn't where you wanna be."
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"I know I'm addictive. You felt my ass.. and here you are, holding my hand. You soooo want me." He wiggled his eyebrows at her. Yep, totally full of himself.
Older than his mother, because Paige was young when she gave birth to him. Married when she was just nineteen, she popped him out less than nine months later. Jack was older, and as far as Reese could tell, he still liked younger women, though if he was cheating, he was discrete about it. There'd never been any hard evidence to prove it, it was just a feeling Reese got about his parents. They had both cheated, Reese was sure of it.
After grabbing a bottle of vodka, Reese leaned against the counter upon which she sat. It wasn't great vodka, but it would do. A birthday wasn't a birthday unless you got drunk. Besides, talking about this shit made him uncomfortable, so maybe he'd feel better about it if intoxicated. "Dad made me." Yeah, because that explained everything.
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It was all she could do to not just bust out laughing at that. But instead, she just grinned and gave an exaggerated response. "Oh yes, Reese, I am sooo wet for you." She then moaned as she tugged on his hand before she laughed. "Don't flatter yourself, sugar."
That was hardly an answer. Ingrid quirked a brow slightly before she leaned over to tug on his arm a little before scooting back on the counter. "Come here." And so that he may actually consent to it, she added, "I'll rub your shoulders." She'd noticed him trying to do it himself earlier and she figured she may as well be nice. It couldn't hurt, right? And, well, with Leo pretty much ignoring her, she was starting to feel a bit lonely here.
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Ingrid wasn't the only one with a quirked eyebrow. Reese eyed her suspiciously with a sideward glance. "After you told me vampires can't be trusted?" he asked, though it was a rhetorical question.
The promise of a back rub got him to give in. He took a sip of the vodka then set the bottle down on the counter beside her thigh, coming over to lean back between her knees. "Do your worst." He hoped she didn't interpret that literally.
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"Come on, Reese. Be a risk taker." She gave him a wide eyed look and a toothy grin before she laughed. "Seriously. You're going to make me sound like a broken record. I'm not going to bite you." He earned yet another eye roll. He was on a roll today. That weird guy from the water tower would be jealous and/or impressed.
Ingrid was good with her hands. She'd had plenty of practice. And she waited for a bit after she began to massage and rub his shoulders, using the balls of her palms to work out the tension in the muscles, before she continued her previous line of questioning. "So... I take it you always do what your dad tells you?"
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Ingrid was very good with her hands, and Reese found himself moaning slightly a few times. Fuck that felt good! The scales covering his skin were irritating like an itch that couldn't be scratched. They were hard and made it very difficult to stimulate the muscles underneath, but Ingrid had found a way. Her hands were quite strong, something he assumed was natural for a vampire.
"He's... persuasive. No one tells him no. Ever. Well, Peyton does.. sometimes." And she paid for it. Meantime, Reese did as he was told, and Jack paid him. Being a lover of money and all the luxuries it provided, Reese followed orders and continued to enjoy the flow of cash. "He told me he had a job for me, but it was a lie, unless you count spying on Peyton as a job."
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Yeah, they were hard. But she was a vampire and she laughed in the face of hard. Or something like that. She had enough strength behind her to actually work through them, to work with it, to get to the muscles underneath without having to strain too terribly much. There was at least something to be said for vampiric strength.
"So just leave then." It seemed like a simple enough suggestion, but she already knew from talking to him and listening to him that it wasn't. But there was a saying that held true in all things. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. And while Reese wasn't her enemy, Peyton would certainly fall into that category. And for now, this was as close as she could get. And she wanted to know as much as she could about Miss Billings and her family.
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"I can't. Not anymore. I'm... different." He had an ability and scales and webbed feet. He belonged in the freak house now. Besides, Jack owned his ass and paid the credit cards. Reese was stuck here, because the thought of living elsewhere without his father's financial support was cringe-worthy. Being poor would suck.
Ingrid hit a sore spot in the center of his back, and he hissed slightly then sighed as she worked the muscle into relaxing. "You are really amazing, you know that? Like, better than this hot Thai hooker that gave me a happy ending." He glanced over his shoulder at her with a big grin on his face.
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"Awww. Well.. you're not alone at least." Ingrid gave a small laugh. It was really not much of a consolation, but at least it was something. Though she wasn't sure that there was anyone else here with scales and webbed feet. There had to be something behind that but... She had no idea what. And she got the feeling that he wouldn't be so quick to spill that sort of information, though she had a feeling that he knew a lot more about his present condition then he was letting on.
The hissing made her cringe a little and she almost backed off a bit but instead decided to go at it a bit harder. This turned out to be the right move because she soon felt it, and him, relaxing a little. She smirked a bit at his glanced over his shoulder at her, arching a brow slightly. "Don't go getting any ideas, Reese. The only happy ending you're getting tonight will be coming from Rosey Palm and her five sister." And then she realized she needed to add, "And the Palm won't be mine." Just to clarify.
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The laugh that came from Reese in response was dry and short, not really comforted by her words. "Yeah, I'm here with... a lot of assholes." He quickly added, "Not you, just... most the people here. I know I haven't been around 'em all that much, but they seem like a fat waste of time for the most part, and I'm fairly certain a few want to kill me." Ava and Ana for starters. Fox might be feeling murderous too if he stopped getting action from the vamp chicks he liked so much.
"Oh come on!" he whined, turning around so he was facing her. "And it doesn't have to be your palm." Reese's hands slid under her knees, pulling her toward him. "If ya promise to keep your fangs in check, I'll let ya give me birthday sex."
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Ingrid was familiar with that type of laugh. She'd had that same exact response to a few things more than once. There really wasn't a lot of comfort to be found in most situations. At least not in the situations that most people had found themselves in to lead them to this place. "I get what you mean. I was... am, fairly hated here myself." She returned that laugh before she explained, "Lyle has a lot of fans. And I'm definitely the villain in his version of the story." Maybe in her own version as well.
Ingrid let out a bit of a yelp as he turned around and yanked her forward by her knees, laughing in response to his offer. "You'll let me? Really now?" Too funny. "Oh yes, Reese, please let me let you fuck me! I've been waiting for a man just like you all my life!" And to emphasize the exaggeration, she ran her hands all over his upper body as she spoke, completing the scene by flinging her head back and throwing a leg up around his waist, pressing the heel of her boot against his spine.
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"You and me... we should team up. Put that bastard in his place." Reese was unfamiliar with the bond between sire and childe, so he figured Ingrid would be okay with making the dude's life hell. It would serve him right for ditching her to become a child molester.
The heel was a nice touch. Reese could definitely get off on that. A crooked smirk snuck its way onto his face, his chin elevated slightly to make him look even more smug. Hands moving from the back of her knees to stroke up the sides of her thighs and grab her hips instead, he pulled her even tighter to him. "If you insist..." he teased, thumbs hooking inside the waistband of those tight jeans. "Never fucked a vamp before... and I'm sure you've got a secret fetish for Aquaman."
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"Hmm." Ingrid smirked, a wicked grin pursing her lips. "I am all for putting him in his place." Though she was sure that her ideas were probably far different from his own. His place wasn't to have his life made into a living hell, it was to be with her, to take care of her, to love and serve her. Not Peyton. Not anyone else. And though the idea was different, the outcome was the same. Reese wanted Lyle away from Peyton and so did she. "I think we could make a good team."
Ingrid was laughing as his tilted his chin up, though his hands moving up her thighs to her hips did incite a certain other response. She was only human, after all. Well, sort of. "Mmmm, yes. You totally caught me." She slid her hands down his chest, pausing to toy with the hem of his shirt. "While other girls were fawning over Rock Hudson, it was really the creature that made my panties damp." She punctuated the sentence with the dragging of her nails against flesh as she tugged his shirt up just a little.
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"Then put that devious mind of yours to work. And yes, I know it's devious. I can see it in your eyes. I'm sure you've got all sorts of ideas cookin' in there. We get them to break up, and you and I both get what we want. Right?" Seemed like a great plan to Reese. Jack might even reward him!
At first, this had started as a game of chicken. Reese was trying to push her buttons, toy with her a bit, see how far she'd take it. Now, well, he was genuinely turned on. Damp panties... fuck! And her nails teasing him? That was nice, really nice. "Rock Hudson was gay and died of AIDS. I assure you, I like pussy... and my cock is clean." She'd see for herself soon enough if she kept it up.
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"I'm... working on it." Or she had been. Truth be told, she had gotten distracted. By Leo. And where had that gotten her? Depressed and alone and wilting away in her room, wishing she could just kill herself but feeling guilty for even thinking about it because she didn't want to leave Lyle with that feeling that she had been left with when her own sire had died. Pathetic! It was a good thing Reese was here now to knock a little sense back into her, so to speak.
It was still a game for her, seeing how far she could push his buttons before he started to take things seriously. Little boys should know better than to start a game like this with a woman because they were almost certain to lose it. "Oh yeah?" She asked, sliding the heel of her boot down his back. "You sure about that? When's the last time you checked?" She slid a hand down to tug at the waist of his jeans. "Maybe I should inspect it for you."
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"Well, you let me know when you come up with a good idea. I'll try and put together a few of my own." He'd been brainstorming a lot about it, actually, because Reese REALLY didn't like Lyle dating Peyton, and now that he knew the douche was a vampire, Reese was even more determined to break them up.
Of course he was going to lose! Men were weak when it came to sex. They could be manipulated so easily. Pants growing tighter, Reese grunted lightly as she tugged on them. "Maybe you should. You already checked out my ass. My dick's jealous."
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"You'll be the first person on my list, sugar." That is if the ploy that she devised would benefit from his knowledge or assistance. Right now, he was the ploy. It would irk Peyton to no end for Ingrid to get close to her brother. And she was going to get close to him. She was already well on her way, she'd say.
That grunt made her giggle, an almost unnaturally feminine response from a vampire who was generally so very stoic. "Aww, is he?" She gave him a bit of a pout before those fangs peeked out, capturing her lower lip. "Well that just won't do." The words were almost purred, the grin dancing behind her eyes. "Does he have a name?"
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If Reese understood the situation better, he'd tread more carefully. All he wanted, was for Peyton to dump Lyle's ass. Reese had no idea he was being used to piss her off. But, hey, sometimes it was fun to be used. He certainly hoped it would be tonight. This was turning out to be a decent birthday, far better than he expected!
"Of course he does. Whip him out, and I'll introduce you." What? He couldn't continue to play? Reese had every intention of making her touch him first. He sure as fuck wasn't going to lean forward and kiss her, because the fangs were all too obvious, and they still scared him. But she had nice hands, they'd felt great on his back, and he wanted them on his cock now.
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That was met with the laugh that she had been trying to suppress for a while now and then she quirked a brow as she leaned back slightly. "You want me to whip him out?"
Ingrid dropped her hands to the counter behind her then and tilted her head to one side. "I think if you want him out, you should do it yourself. You're a big boy." And then she paused as she added with a grin, "At least I hope you are." And she clicked her tongue to punctuate the statement.
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Reese pouted as she leaned back, hands leaving his jeans. "So cruel. Get me all worked up and then just stop short of the best part?" Of course, Ingrid wasn't saying no to him, she was simply asking him to take the initiative. So be it. Again, men are easily manipulated when it comes to sex.
"Feeling pretty fuckin' big right now, that's for sure." If he'd known he'd be sporting a stiff one tonight, he might have worn looser jeans! It was time to let the beast loose. Not nearly enough room to play, and besides, the playmate he craved was waiting.
Keeping his eyes on Ingrid's, Reese unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushing them down slightly. They didn't fall from his hips though. That would be foolish. Fabric twisted around the ankles made it difficult to get away if necessary, and he had listened to Ingrid's warning about not trusting vampires. Reaching into his boxers, Reese pulled his cock free. It was swollen and sticking almost straight up, the head grazing against his lower abdomen.
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Ingrid looked offended. "I'm a girl. What else would you expect?" Of course it was hard to keep that up as she soon grinned, waiting for him to put on a show for her, curious as to how far he was going to take this.
She giggled at his statement, a brow quirking slightly as he seeming locked his eyes with hers, his hands moving to the waist of his jeans. Men. They were so easy. And people wondered how so many of them had ended up dead by her hands. Or, well, undead. Of course actual death had followed soon thereafter for all of them but one.
Ingrid made him wait for a moment, cock at full attention and exposed, before she finally broke eye contact to sneak a peek. "Hmm." She did her best to seem unimpressed but she doubted his size had disappointed any of the girls he'd been with.
But she sighed, looking a little let down for a moment. Of course she didn't make him suffer that for long before she let him in on what she was so seemingly upset about. "Too bad my fangs freak you out and you don't wanna fuck me." She was doing her best not to grin. "I could definitely have fun with that."
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"Women.. you're all evil," he said with a roll of his eyes. Ingrid was even more so, what with being a vampire and all. Reese figured it went with the territory. Vampires had to be evil by nature, right? They couldn't go into churches.
And there she was, being evil! She knew damn well how damaging it was to appear unimpressed with a dude's fully erect cock. "Ouch! You bitch!" Not that it was crushing or anything. Reese had enough confidence in himself to know his dick was plenty big enough. Was he huge? No. Slightly bigger than average though, and as far as he was concerned, it had a nice shape to it. Not a single one of his conquests had complained, that was for sure.
"Is that so?" Reese gave her a questioning stare, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached forward and grabbed her hand, wrapping it around his chubby. "I changed my mind. Have fun with it."
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"You got that right." Vampires were banned from churches for a reason, at least most of them were. The ones here... not so much. They were all... tame. But Ingrid wasn't. At least not before she came here. She was dealt this hand and damn if she wasn't going to have fun with it. There had to be some benefit to losing everything she had loved, after all.
Ingrid seriously doubted that she would be the one to crush his ego. Sure, she had vampire strength, but even she couldn't tackle something that big, and she giggled at his reaction, giving him a small pout in response though she could hardly keep that up before she was grinning again. No, he wasn't sporting some tree log or anything, but he definitely had a nice limb.
The last thing that she had expected was for him to grab her hand and put it on it. Her jaw dropped, and if she had had breath to catch in her throat, it would have. But she didn't move her hand away, though she didn't really move it at all. "You're bad, Reese Billings..." And he may have just trumped her with that move right there.
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"I'm bad, you're a bitch.. like you said before, we'd make a good team." And there was that smug expression again. Reese's hand was over the top of hers, and his fingers soon slid between hers, brushing against his cock as he moved her hand up and down its length. The smirk dropped along with his jaw as a groan escaped his throat. Reese couldn't help but rock his hips forward. Her cold skin felt odd but good, and he wondered what her pussy would feel like.
Something hit him then. "You gotta promise me something," he told her suddenly. "Promise me you haven't fucked Lyle since he started fucking my sister. And if you and Lyle start things up again.. this stops.
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Ingrid could have pulled her hand away. She could have left him there, wood in hand, royally pissed off, and there would have been nothing he could do about it. And the thought did cross her mind. But there were a few reasons why she didn't. For one, he had a point. He would make for a good ally. And for two, well, there was something incredibly sexy about arrogance. Here he was, with a vampire no less, someone he knew wasn't bullshitting when she said that's precisely what she was, someone who could easily destroy him if she so wished to do so, and yet he had the audacity to grab her like that?
When she first met Reese, she'd thought he had the potential to be cute. The more time she spent around him, the more attractive she started to find him, minus the scales which creeped her out as much as her fangs did him, but right now, at precisely this moment, Reese Billings was fucking sexy.
"Deal." And with that single word, a switch was flipped, and his hand was no longer needed to guide her own as she pushed herself up from her reclined position with her free hand and began to work her other hand upon him, adding a slight twist to her wrist as she stroked his hardness.
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While her saying 'deal' didn't really specify that she hadn't had sex with Lyle since he started banging Peyton, it was implied. Reese could cope with the fact that Lyle had probably fucked Ingrid before Peyton came along, but no fucking way Reese would allow some sick sibling cross contamination. That was beyond nasty. This was just a little weird, but still do-able.
Very do-able. Ingrid had some talented hands. He groaned loudly as she started stroking him without assistance. His own hands now free, Reese began to explore, starting with her tits of course. Fingers slid up the inside of her shirt and headed straight for her chest. The bra was a minor distraction, soon pushed up to reveal supple flesh. All of it was cold to the touch but still soft... except her nipples, which stood at attention as the pads of his thumbs grazed over them. This was the furthest he'd ever gotten without kissing a girl first, and it was a bit strange. Kind of sexy too.