Friday - August 29th, 2008 Who: Finn and Hope When: Night Where: Hope's Apartment What: A little distraction Rated: NSFW
Finn and taken his time getting ready. As much as he was telling himself that he wasn't going there to get laid, to just be a drinking buddy. . . He knew that if it came to push or shove, he would fold easily. At times he had the will power to do anything and others he was easily swayed. Well when it came to sex he was easily swayed. So he cleaned himself up, shaved, washed himself and pulled on something that might pass for nicer than casual, but not too dressed up. Good God, he was trying to impress a girl. Groaning to himself he pulled on a slate gray button up that showed off his broad chest and shoulders instead of the baggy hoodie he thought about. Getting a pair of jeans and clean shoes on he grabbed his jacket and slipped it on just in case it was chilly. The northeast nearing fall, you never knew. The smaller, more fitting jacket was zipped up and the hood left down as he grabbed his keys, phone, and wallet before locking the door behind him and heading out. Taking his time, he got to Hope's apartment one hour and thirty-five minutes later, making a fashionably late entrance. Knocking on the door, he ran a hand through his hair as he waited for his new friend to open the door. ~~~ When Hope was distraught, she made bad decisions. She was fairly certain that this was one of them. Drinking with a student had never been a good decision in the entire time that she had been here. And yet here she was, inviting Finn over. She could tell herself all she wanted that this wouldn't amount to anything, but really, what was the point? Either it would or it wouldn't and she wasn't going to waste her energy thinking about it or trying to convince herself of anything. Whatever happened happened. And that was both the long and short of it.
The knock on the door arrived basically right when she had expected it to and she answered it looking more casual than Finn would have ever seen her. Outside of work, however, Hope was a bit of a jeans and rock t-shirt kind of girl. And tonight she wore her favorite jeans, favorite because they made her ass look good while still being comfortable, and her favorite t-shirt, an authentic Journey shirt of course. "Come on in," she said, stepping to the side so he could enter into the incredibly tidy apartment, though that was mostly because she didn't actually live there anymore though some of her things, most of them actually, were still here. "Make yourself at home," she further instructed as she closed and locked the door behind him. ~~~ Looking up when she answered the door he gave her a smile, a real genuine smile that didn't say he went there looking for something from her or anything selfish. It was one that said 'hey I'm here if you need me.' It was one he was good at. Always able to tell the girls something to make them feel better or okay. After all he could always feel what they were feeling and some of the times hear what they thought.
"Thanks," he said unzipping his jacket and putting on the back of a chair to keep it off the floor. Finn was glad that he didn't over dress. It was comfortable in his clothing choice and he didn't look like he was trying too hard either. He had gone against cologne settling for his Axe deoderant. "It looks nice," he commented looking around as he slid his hands into his pockets not wanting things to go to an awkward silence. Awkward conversation he could at least work with. ~~~ What Finn had to remember was that she could feel everything too. So regardless of how good he was at playing up what the people around him wanted to know, he wouldn't really be able to get away with that with Hope, not that she abused it. But since she was no longer human, she had found it more difficult to control. It was easier when she had just fed, however, and she had fed not but an hour ago. Regardless, there was no malice in his demeanor, that much she knew for sure.
Watching him for a moment, Hope sort of smiled about it and then laughed when he complimented her place. "I never stay here anymore." This remark was made as she made her way into the kitchen to grab a couple of glasses and then paused to ask, "Ice or no ice?" Her attention went back to preparing them both a drink as she added, "If I did, it'd be strewn all over with little scraps of paper with crazy mathematical formulas on it like my room at Godric's house is right now." ~~~ Taking a seat on the couch, he kicked his shoes off and slid them under the coffee table, something Rorie had always made him do when they lived together way back when. Rorie was just as clean as this place was, so he figured he'd keep things tidy and it would be good. "Oh?" He said looking at her. "No ice, takes up room that the liquor could be using," he grinned at her, an aloof air about him. Two empaths in a room, that was almost a making of a bad joke. As much as she was feeling him, he was feeling her and she was. . . Well it was hard to tell, but it wasn't happy go lucky for sure. He was also keeping his head inside his own as well.
"Godric's your sire, right?" He asked, okay maybe not totally inside his own head. "So I take it this is your Fortress of Solitude," Finn said looking at her in the kitchen. Just watching her body and how she moved. "Some place to just be alone for a bit when you need to be or if you need to be on campus." ~~~ No ice. Hope took two cubes. It was enough to take the edge off of that first glass but it would end up melting before the second came along at which point she'd no longer need it. She had whiskey drinking down to a science. She was done pouring just as he'd mentioned Godric as well and so she paused, hesitating for a moment before she nodded her head in confirmation. "Yes, he is." And she was worried for him, but she brushed those thoughts aside and headed into the living room with both glasses and a spare bottle in hand.
"He's away for the weekend, and I couldn't really stand the thought of sitting in his huge house with no one to keep me company but his former girlfriend." Hope gave a small laugh and a slight shrug of her shoulders. "My living with him was only intended to be temporary regardless." She handed him the glass before taking a seat beside him on the sofa, her feet already bare, legs folded indian style beneath her. "Aside from that, it's better to just live on campus, especially now that I'm.. limited in my ability to travel. You never know when something might come up." ~~~ "Oooo, that's kind of a stinger," he winced when she mentioned the ex. "Not a fan me thinks," he said taking the glass and doing a shots worth from it. Not even flinching as the liquid burned down his throat. "Of course then again, she could be the one everyone loves and you just can't help but hate. I love those," he grinned. "Always good for a bit of drama," he chuckled. Leaning back into her couch, he kept himself relaxed with an arm around the back and the other holding his glass, setting it on his knee.
"That's true. I know I'd be lost if we had to lose you," he said with a wry wink. Okay, so trying to keep it to just a drinking buddy level, was not working. Oh well, he was here might as well try to get a smile or something out of her. "Yes this is true, you always want to stay on top of anything that comes up," he said. Bad Finn! Bad! Not that he cared. He coudln't help it! At least he wasn't focused on Rorie, in fact he wasn't thinking of him at all. He'd be proud of himself if he had realized that. ~~~ "I don't really have a problem with Georgie." And she honestly didn't. It was more complicated than that. She and Ric were... well they were something to one another now but nothing like he may have inferred from that statement. "It's just.. somewhat my fault that she and Ric broke up in the first place and.. I just think it would be awkward." Hope had been the one to push Ric and Blake toward one another and that had blown up and backfired in her and Georgie's face alike.
A brow quirked ever so slightly at the first statement. The second one, however, made her laugh. "I don't think I am quite drunk enough for you to be hitting on me, Mr. O'Bannon." She smirked a bit of a devilish smirk as she added, "At least not yet." And to that point, she had another drink. ~~~ "Ah I see," he nodded knocking back the rest of his glass. Well he wasn't a light drinker that was for sure. "Well. . . How about we not talk about Ric or Georgie or anyone or thing that makes that pretty face of yours frown. Well you're pretty even when you're frowning," he chuckled giving her a playful look as he leaned over and refilled his own glass before taking a drink of it as well.
"Please call me Finn, everyone else does, but if it makes you feel extra special then go right ahead," he said smirking. Liking the side of her that he was starting to see. "Well then, let's hope you can keep up," he said knocking back his glass easily. ~~~ Hope nearly rolled her eyes at that remark. "Like I haven't heard that before." Of course, she really hadn't. Yes, people had called her pretty, beautiful, even sexy, but like most women, she could never really get enough of that. Especially since that part of her life was relatively new. She had been nothing short of awkward and oblivious for most of her life so far. It wasn't until she'd met Blake that she really began to think of herself as anything other than that at all.
"I could do that. And I might." She shrugged a little as she added, "Then again, I may not." It was actually one of those sort of playful things for her. She had called Blake by his formal address, Professor Elliot, for ages. And still she referred to him as such from time to time when she felt like being saucy. "I'm Scottish and a vampire, Finn." Her lips curled into a slight smile. "I'm sure I can keep up." And just to prove it, she downed the rest of the first glass and refilled her own as well. ~~~ "You haven't," he grinned, like an evil little boy that had read his crushes diary and was holding it over her head teasing her about it. "Always in the dark and just now figuring out what a saucy, sexy lady you are Ms. Hope," Finn chuckled. "You have no idea how hot you really are, seriously. You're like, out of most guys leagues. Barely in mine," he said a bit cocky.
"Oooo, tease," he said snickering a bit. "Well I'm Irish and. . . I'm Irish," he tried chuckling. "If anything I should be worried about your getting me drunk and taking advantage of me. With your Scottish genes and vampire wiles. I'm a happless student that was lured here with promises of alcohol. . . Okay so I'm not so happless," Finn smirked as he knocked back his glass again, refilling it with a nice buzz going on. ~~~ Hope arched a brow ever so slightly, shaking her head as he continued, her focus moving away from his face and toward her glass. Of course the glass wasn't very interesting, she just didn't want him to see the slight flush of embarrassment that had managed to find its way into her cheeks. That wouldn't normally be an issue now, but having just eatten, she had the blood to accomodate such a display. And then he made her laugh, looking over at him in near awe. "Barely in your league?" She shook her head as she added, "Lucky for you then, right?"
Clicking her tongue and nearly rolling her eyes, Hope had to say it. "As if anyone could possibly take advantage of you, Mr. O'Bannon." She raised her glass to her lips before she added, "If anything, I'd think it'd be the other way around." Another glass down, she poured a third. She was starting to feel warm, a sensation that, as a vampire, she rather appreciated. ~~~ "Oh yes, very lucky. I'm Irish after all. I tend to end up on me feet most days. Some days I even end up on my back," he smirked sipping his drink for once. He'd have to slow it down if he wanted to keep up. Wouldn't want to just fall over passed out because he wanted to show off.
"Of course, is it really taking advantage of someone if they want it?" He asked quirking his head with a teasing smile. "As if I could take advantage of a delicate lily as yourself Ms. Director. I'd have to slap my hand and my crotch if I did such a thing. Of course you could always slap my ass and we call it good," he chuckled downing his glass again. ~~~ Had he not said it himself, she would have mentioned something about him ending up on his back, or it being unfortunate that he only ended up on his feet, or maybe something about how that would make for an interesting position but.. Thankfully, he saved her from that. And in return, he got another smile.
"And what makes you think I want anything?" Hope arched a brow thingly and then rolled her eyes before she laughed. "I may just have to do that. Something tells me that you could use a good spanking." And then she giggled. Hope wasn't typically a giggler but it came out every once in a while when she drank... depending upon the company. ~~~ "Who said it was me doing the thinking?" He said cocking his head to the side with a wink. "Don't worry, I'm not rooting around in your precious little head, just kind of sitting and listening if you will," he hummed for a moment before leaning over to refil his glass, number four by then.
"Oooo, don't tease me lest I have to adjust my position," he grinned shifting a bit for fun. "Love it when a gorgeous woman, such as yourself, likes to deal out the punishment. Though if you are, I'll start the line," Finn said knocking back half his drink. "I'll even bend over for ya." ~~~ That caused her to quirk a brow sharply and then she grinned. "You better not be. I don't appreciate unwelcome visitors up in my grey matter." She noted him refilling for a forth time and downed the rest of her own so she could continue to match him. "Don't drink so much that you pass out on me, Finn. There'd be no fun in that."
A laugh parted her lips as he offered to start the line and bend over for her. Hope smiled mischievously as she said, "Who says that I'm teasing?" She looked serious for a moment before she giggled again. "Someone put up a flier about that once, insinuating that I'm some sort of dominatrix." She shook her head softly before she asked, "I mean honestly, can you really imagine that?" She grinned sheepishly as she added, "Though sometimes I like wearing nothing but lingerie and stockings under my lab coat." She giggled again as she glanced over at him. "Makes me feel.. sexy.. powerful..." The grin grew. "Bad." She laughed and shook her head. "Result of being so good for so long, I guess." ~~~ "Oh I promise Ms. Director, if I would to make a visit anywhere inside you, it would be most welcome," he smirked knocking back the rest of his drink. He was going to slow down then, didn't want to get sloppy after all. Wouldn't want to make a bad impresstion by getting all clumsy and knocking things over.
"Oh," he chuckled. "To think I didn't get to see it either. Now I feel left out," he said a smirk on his face when asked if he could imagine that. "Well if you want the trutch," he said giving her a look up and down, the clothes she was wearing mentally changed to something in black leather. "Oh my, did I get that privelege when you came to see me?" He asked curious. "Not that I was in the right mind space to truely appriciate it, but still. It's the thought that counts and right now I could appriciate it. . ." He trailed off though after listening to her talk. "Oh Ms. Director, if you wanted to be bad," he chuckled. "I think you're succeeding quite well." ~~~ The first statement made her nearly gasp, that flush returning to her cheeks as she shook her head. "That's rather presumptuous of you, isn't it?" She quirked a brow slightly. "I'd have to let you visit first and..." She narrowed her eyes slightly with a smirk. "Not so sure I'd be willing to do that just yet."
Perhaps it was the alcohol. It could have just been the rush of blood in her system from having recently fed. Or it could be him. But for some odd reason, Hope felt kind of warm and giggly. And she shook her head softly as she remarked, "I'd never tell you even if you had." But then with a serious expression upon her face, though mischief danced clearly in her eyes, she very bluntly said, "You've not seen anything yet."
He was giving her ideas. Very bad ideas. And though she mentally hesitated for a moment, the reasons not to act on those ideas were seeming slimmer by the second, and so she excused herself, getting to her feet. "I'll be right back." With that, she disappeared down the small hall that led to the bedroom leaving him in the living room alone. ~~~ "Of course, I'll be waiting for my invitation," he chuckled at her reaction, eating it up. "I can wait, I promise to be a good little boy if that's what it takes too," Finn grinned.
"Aw, let down," he pouted slightly as he watched her carefully. "Oh really now?" He asked as he quirked an eyebrow curiously. He was being true to his word and not digging in her head, but that didn't mean he wasn't getting bits and pieces of these 'bad' ideas. Oh it was going to take a miricale to keep his crotch from inviting the circus in. Watching her get up and leave he couldn't help but watch her as she went. Damn. . . That was a nice ass. ~~~ Hope was gone for a good ten minutes before she called out so he could hear, "I promise I'm coming back." She didn't want him to think that she had gone to her room and passed out or something. The chances of that happening were slim to none as she was still riding the high of feeding off a blood doll at the den while she had been out getting liquor. But it wasn't like he knew that.
It would be about another ten minutes before Hope would finally return to the living room, no longer clad in jeans a t-shirt, but instead wearing a pair of black kitten heels, black silk stockings, and a pristine while labcoat which hid anything she was, or perhaps wasn't, wearing underneath. She had pulled her hair up into a loose bun, held there by a pencil, and she had on her glasses which she didn't actually need anymore but they still completed the look.
Hope struck a silhouette as the end of the hallway nearest the living room, where Finn could see her, and she smirked a little, a brow quirking ever so slightly. "Are you ready for your checkup, Mr. O'Bannon?" ~~~ "I was starting to wonder on if I should send out a search party for you or not," he called back with a chuckle. "I'll keep my position till you say otherwise," Finn offered as he kept his own position, shirt not slightly open as he was tucked into a corner of the couch, his hands folded behind his head and his legs uncrossed and open. A very inviting position if he did say so himself.
When he saw her though, it took all he could to not just raise the flag right then and there. His other head was thinking about it, but he held back. . . A little. Sitting up he smirked as she walked over all sexy and doctory. Finn smirked when she asked about his checkup. "As a matter of fact Doctor, I am," he grinned. "Seems I've been having some discomfort in my hips and groin area. I was wondering if you'd be able to help me out with that at all," he asked. ~~~ This was bad. This was really, really bad. And she should feel guilty about it but.. honestly, it wasn't like every other member of the staff here wasn't off fucking students so why shouldn't she get to join in the fun? She was human too, essentially, and she had needs. It wasn't like he was some underage boy she was trying to take advantage of. Point in fact, he was older than she was. And he seemed more than willing to provide her with some adult entertainment.
"Aww." Hope almost purred the sentiment, taking a few steps toward him as she observed, "Well that's definitely not good. We should probably check that out, don't you think?" She quirked a brow again before slipping in between him and the coffee table. There wasn't much room and so she turned, leaning down to give the table a push back away from the sofa, giving him a nice view of the seams of her stockings and the very tip of her garter belt in the process. "There." She wiped her hands as though she had just completed some hard labor, turning back to face him. "More room to work." She regarded his current position at the corner of the couch and then demanded, "Scoot. Center. Like a good little patient." ~~~ Oh Finn was the king of bad ideas it seemed. Well there were probably others, but right then he didn't care. There was a hot lady playing doctor with him. Right then he was a bit preoccupied with that. Watching her move carefully, he kept his breathing steady as his heart starte to be faster and harder. Oh God. He nearly lost it when she bent over to move the coffee table. that little preview made him take a deep breath and let it out slowly lest the game end too soon for his liking.
"Of course," he said as he scooted over to the center, looking up at her as he moved. It was beginning to be obvious that he was enjoying this, especially if she looked right down at ground zero. "So, think you can fix me up Doctor?" He purred looking at her, his eyes a bit darker, more green than blue now. "I'd be real appreciative of it." ~~~ Oh there was no doubt in Hope's mind that he was enjoying this. And she was enjoying it too. It had been a long time since she had had the opportunity to be playful. Most of the time she was too caught up on what was right and what was wrong, but her sense of morals had become somewhat skewed along with the loss of her humanity. Fuck over analyzing actions before taking them. It never resulted in anything fun.
"I will do what I can for you, Mr. O'Bannon." Hope cooed the words as she moved to straddle him on the couch, her lab coat riding up and showing a peek of bare thighs crossed by the straps from the garters beneath. Cool hands slid up over his broad chest before moving to the top button of his shirt, beginning to unbutton it slowly. "I should probably get this off so I can have a better look at you." She grinned as she added, "For strictly medical purposes of course." This sentence was punctuated by a slight roll of her hips which pressed her lower half against his own. ~~~ "Wonderful, you have no idea how happy that makes me," he said as she straddled him. Smirking a bit, his hands slid up her legs slowly, trailing up to her waist over her coat. Didn't want to spoil the surprise after all. "Oh yes, wouldn't want to get things in the way," he nodded as she undid his shoulder. Licking his lips lightly he couldn't surpress the light groan whens he rolled her hips. Oh the game was gonna end quickly if she kept that up.
"Oh Doc, you better take it eas on me, not sure if I could handle all your poking and prodding at once. Though I'm not gonna stop you if you really wanted to," he said with a wink, giving her hips a squeeze. ~~~ Hope liked his hands on her. She liked being touched roughly. And though he wasn't being forceful with her, he wasn't touching her like she was some delicate china doll that he could break either. His hands were firmly pressed against her, especially when he gave her hips a squeeze, something which made her moan ever so softly.
"I'll try to take it easy on you," Hope breathed out the words, sliding her cool hands up over his now exposed chest before moving to push his shirt back and out of the way. "Let's start with your temperature, shall we?" She leaned in to trail her tongue from just above his collarbone to just beneath his ear. "Rising, I would say." Her hands dropped down to the waist of his jeans as she remarked, "Maybe we need to take a few more layers off..."
Shifting her weight onto her knees, Hope yanked Finn's hips forward roughly by way of his belt loops before making quick work of his button and zipper. "Hips up," she instructed, waiting for him to do so before she slid his jeans down past his ass, letting them fall just below his knees where he could easily kick them the rest of the way off himself.
"Better?" ~~~ He couldn't help but shiver under her touch, which was rather cold, but then again she wasn't exactly pumping blood like he was. Making sure his shirt was completely off he let out a shaky breath as she 'took his temperature.' God he hadn't had this much excitement, well this kind of excitement too, in a long time and he was going to milk it for all it's worth. After all, sex for him had been fun as an empath, who knew what it would be like with both of them feeling each other feeling them. Oh they just might explode, but it would be worth it.
"Hmmm, maybe," he said letting his hips be yanked forward. Finn didn't mind it one bit if the director wanted to get rough, in fact he liked it like that. Nothing worse than plain old sex. A little roughness kept everything fun and exciting. "Yes ma'am," he grinned as he put his hips up and let her pull his jeans off down to his knees before he kicked them off. Oh would you look at that. . . He seemed to have forgotten to put on a pair of underwear. How convenient. ~~~ With a grin upon her face, Hope looked down, her smile widening a little as she looked back up at Finn. "I think I may have located the problem." At this, she wrapped her hand around that hardness, stroking it slowly but hard, her grip tight around him, her palms slightly cool. "I can see how managing this could be quite uncomfortable for you, Mr. O'Bannon." A brow quirked ever so slightly as she added, "Fortunately, I do have a cure if that would be of interest to you." ~~~ Finn was about to come up with something witty and humorous. It was on the tip of his tongue and then it all went out the window. That firm grip, slightly cold, enough to make him gasp and his eyes go wide a bit. His mouth hanging open by centimeters. The stroking, God the stroking. He let out a shuddering breath before he found his voice again. "Oh? I think I need it before I start to get worse Doc," he said with a slightly chuckle staying in his spot, but wanting to touch her so badly. ~~~ There was nothing more empowering than this, than having this sort of effect on someone. It made Hope... hot. She'd spent so long being an ugly duckling that she was now somewhat addicted to being a swan instead.
"In that case, I have some specific instructions that you need to follow." A brow quirked slightly, her demeanor serious though she still continued to stroke his shaft. "One, you need to put your hands all over my body." A slight pause. "Two, you need to get this lab coat out of the way so I can really work." Another pause, and this time a grin formed upon her lips. "And three, and this is the most important step of all, Mr. O'Bannon, so play close attention." Hope licked her lips before she leaned in close, whispering in his ear, words soft but deliberate. "You need to pin me against something and fuck me like you own me." ~~~ Oh it was on. As soon as she was finished, Finn was up and his hands popped the buttons on her lab coat sending them flying as his lips crashed into hers in frustration and want and need and just plain fucking cosmic star explosion behind your eye lids. Hands on her, lab coat off, he was not stopping till he got to three. Before he knew it, they were against the wall, Finn thrusting his hard cock against her before grabbing her ass and sliding her up so he could slide into her. Once that was done, there was no stopping. He helped her wrap her legs around his waist as he thrusted and slammed into her nipping and sucking and biting anything he could get his mouth on. Her lips, neck, shoulder, tits. His hands clawing at her, leaving red lines on her skin as he did as he was told. ~~~ Things happened so quickly from that point that it was almost mind-blowing, but Hope didn't mind at all. Beneath her lab coat, she wore a corsetted bustier, black, a garter belt and garters, and nothing else, her breasts and her sex exposed and ready for him to take them. And take them he did.
Hope let out a small sound of surprise when Finn picked her up, a grunt forming as he shoved her against a wall. Her elbows against the wall helped her to climb up and wrap her legs around him and then she moaned, that hardness thrusting into her suddenly, no preparation, no warning, just hard and deep, making her entire body tremble. She was not a quiet woman to say the least. The sounds of her moans as he slammed into her vibrated off of the mostly bare walls around them, her hands clutching at him, clinging to him, her own nails biting into flesh and filling the air with the slight coppery scent of blood which only seemed to turn her on more.
Grabbing his hair, she craned his neck up, drawing a line along his throat with her tongue before nipping at his lips. A confession was then made in breathy tones. "I've wanted to fuck you since the first time you stepped foot in my office, Finn. I'm so glad that so far, you've not disappointed." She smashed her lips against his with a moan, her tongue delving into his mouth and dancing with his own. ~~~ Growling softly into her neck, Finn kept up his fast, hard pace as he pinned the director to the wall like she wanted him to. He hissed as he felt his skin break, but did nothing to deter it. God he wanted it more and more. It spurred him on as he went a the breakneck speed while he let her grab onto him more.
Grunting as she pulled his head back, he was half expecting her to bite him. Instead he was equally pleased to have that skillful tongue back to work. "Good," he groaned. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news." Tongue tied as he kept up his fast pace, Finn gripped her ass hard, even daring to spank her. A loud slap of skin on skin as he brought down his hand on her pert ass. Oh this was a long time coming for Finn. ~~~ No, Hope was definitely not disappointed. Apparently she was a good judge of character when it came to the men she had sex with. She had a knack for picking the kinky ones, the ones that liked to give it the way she wanted it. And as he started to grab her ass and then spank it, he really got her riled up. Of course a part of that could have been the smell of blood in the air.
"Do you know why..." She was having a hard time speaking, but she was trying, the words coming out in broken spurts. "Why the mythos exists that... sex with a vamp-" She grunted as he hit a particularly good spot. "Vampire is so much better when there's...mmm" She moaned. "Biting involved?" She had been studying vampire blood for as long as she had been at TJS, and this discovery she had just happened upon. ~~~ "No, not really," Finn grunted. Okay so he kind of hated talk during sex. Usually it distracted from the very good feelings that were coming in. That was a no-no. Though it did strike him that if she had something to say, she didn't waist her breath. . . If she needed to breath that is. So he kept it short and listened.
Of course he also noted how she spoke, aiming for that spot again when she had to stop and grunt. There it is. Keeping that in mind he kept going for that one each and every thrust just to make whatever it was she was trying to say harder. Just for the hell of it. ~~~ No, Hope was not the type to waste her breath, so to speak, on things that didn't matter. But Finn was certainly making it hard for her to get the words out with what he was doing to her right then. "Vampire blood acts as... natural.... aphrodisiac." There was one sentence down. "It dilates... human blood... blood vessels which makes... nerve endings... more sensitive." And two sentences down. She was nearly there. "For vampires... feeding... mmm... awakens... more nerve endings... as well so..." She moaned loudly as she moved her hands back to brace herself against the wall. "It's more intense for everyone." And done! The suggestion could simply be implied. ~~~ "Oh?" He grunted as she finished before it all clicked in his foggy, sex ridden brain. "Then what are you waiting for?" He asked nipping at her neck as well. "Take a bite and see if you like it," he said as he kept up the pace, reaching down and slidding his fingers across her clit, just grazing it before actually putting agonizingly good pressure on it, teasing her all the more just for the fun of it. She hadn't complained once and he wanted to be remembered so very fondly. So, he pulled out all the stops making sure to do tricks that most men forgot. The better it is for the woman, the more it'll be for the man. ~~~ And he was game. That was a nice surprise. The only other person she had bitten while having sex with was Garret but he hadn't tasted her. She hadn't known then, however, the type of effect that vampire blood had on a human. This was a fairly recent discovery, and she was definitely looking forward to trying this out. But first, her entire body gave a shudder of appreciation at his attention to her clit. She moaned as she enjoyed the sensation for a moment, almost remorseful to make her next request as it would require a slight respite from their current activities, but she was ready for something a little more conventional for a moment. "Take me to bed." It wasn't quite a request in tone but not an order either, just a statement it would seem. He'd appreciate the comfort soon enough, she was sure. ~~~ Doing as he was told, Finn lifted Hope up, driving himself into her deeper as he carried her to her room. He didn't even need to turn on a light as they spilled into the bed. It was nice and soft, a bit more pricey than the ones in the student dorms. Oh, but it just helped them right along. bouncing he laid into her a few times before rolling over to where she was on top of him, riding him so that she was in control. Finn honestly had no idea what she was going to do, but hell anything thought up fucking was probably bad or just plain weird. For this though, all he wanted was for her to be screaming his name as he brought her to the edge and back again. ~~~ Hope was definitely a woman who was comfortable with being on top. And this showed by the way that she handled herself once she was on top, taking full reign over the situation and not being shy about it in the least. She rolled her hips a few times before she asked, "You sure you wanna try it?" She wouldn't force anyone into something they didn't want to do. But she already knew that Finn wasn't the type to very likely change his mind after he'd decided to go for something. So with her hips still moving on top of him, Hope leaned down to find his lips in a deep, moan-filled kiss. When she pulled away, she brought her hand up to her wrist to make a small slice across it, just enough to start a slow trickle, before offering her wrist to him. She then leaned down to kiss his chest, licking his nipple a few times before she sliced into it just enough to get a taste. She picked a place that wouldn't bleed too much for the sake of ensuring things didn't get out of hand. But that small taste, on top of the blood she'd drank an hour or so ago, was just enough to heighten her senses even more.
~~~ "Yeah, I'm sure," Finn grunted as she rolled her hips. Not that it would sway him either way. After all, Finn was as stubborn as an ox. He watched as she leaned forward, kissed him with a moan making him wish he could just fuck her brains out now and skip everything. That was before she pulled away and made a small cut to her wrist. The deep red liquid started to run down her arm before he was lapping it up. It felt weird to be drinking blood, but then it hit him. Everything felt so sensitive as he kept licking at her wrist before just bringing it down and sucking on the spicy drink of life. He nearly screamed in pain and pleasure when she started to suck on his nipple, the nub getting nicked and lapped at as well. He wasn't going to last much longer like this. His head spinning as he pulled her wrist away. No, he had to have it or he'd explode. Flipping them over to where he was on top now, he went at his break neck speed feeling that tight ball of nerves in his lower belly get tighter and tighter. One hand flew down and abused that awesome pleasure button of hers as he slammed into her repeatedly trying to hold out till she came. ~~~ Hope already felt everything intensified, but she wanted him to feel it too. And she wanted to see what it would be like to fuck someone who had tasted vamp blood, someone human, someone who could be affected by it. She was not disappointed. Moments later, Hope found herself on the bed, his body pounding into her own, her eyes rolling back in her head. She could feel that tightness forming in her gut, could feel her toes curl, the blood inside her rushing from her head and then she screamed out as she had perhaps the most intense orgasm of her life. ~~~ Feeling those slick, tight walls just clamp down and try to steal his manhood made him cum so hard. Finn was a loud lover, Rez could attest to that, but this. . . He felt like he was losing his voice as he screamed out as he came. It was good, it was slap you in the face and grin good. Keeping up his thrusting till he couldn't, he pulled out and flopped next to Hope, gasping for air as his head spun. "Fuck. . ." He panted. "Holy. . . Fuck." It was all he could get out or think of right then. ~~~ Hope didn't need to gasp for air the way that he did, but that didn't mean she wasn't feeling it just as intensely as he was. His words were rewarded with a laugh as she lay there on the bed next to him, her entire body trembling from head to toe. Every nerve ending she had ignited. "You can say that again," she marveled, looking over at him with a grin upon her lps. She returned her gaze to the ceiling a moment later, still at a loss for words because of the insanely intense orgasm he had given her. Little did she know at that precise moment in time that the effects of her blood would linger for a little while longer and he'd give her another one before the night was through.