Wednesday - December 17th, 2008
Who: Devon and Blue When: Night Where: A club What: A date Rated: NSFW
Devon was both excited about this date and not at all excited about this date. He was stoked because it was his first date, and because Blue was also a very attractive woman. But he was not excited because he felt like his life was falling all to shit again and just when he was trying to make it better. It was depressing. He was depressed. And he was frustrated and angry and also nervous. This did not for a good combination make, especially when his dad kept bugging him and trying to help him find something to wear on this date at which point he told him to fuck off because he didn't know shit about today's fashion anyway. He hated everything he owned. And he wasn't really happy with the casual yet dressy outfit that he had managed to put together, but he wore it anyway. He'd already called the cab. It was waiting. And now he was just standing near the front door waiting on Blue and glaring at people who looked at him as the walked by, no doubt trying to figure out who the fuck he was since most people didn't have the slightest idea what he had done. ~~~ Blue was excited. And nervous. She hadn't done much real person dating. Sure, she'd been escort to some guys before, most of them creepy, and ont time Jason had taken her out. But this was different. Devon wasn't really an adult, not in his brain, so she couldn't do all the stuff that adult men liked to do. And she had promised Jimmy she wouldn't have sex with his son, which was a bummer because wasn't that the point of dating? And Jason had told her to "be herself", but she had so many selves to try and appease men, she wasn't sure which one Devon might want. But she would figure it out, probably. If there was one thing Blue was, it was a people pleaser.
So she had dressed to kill, though she had a cute jacket on as well because she was supposed to be cold. Hopefully, Devon would like it. Hopefully he would drool a little bit too, but she would settle for him liking it. With a bounce in her step, the little vampire met Devon out front like she'd promised, pausing before him to really take in the sight. "Oooh!" she squealed, grinning. "You're handsome! Yummy." ~~~ Blue came on like a sudden case of hiccups or something. It was out of nowhere and loudly. Devon's eyes went slightly wide at the sound of the nearby squeal before seeking out the source. "Oh, hey," he said, and then smiled a little. "Thanks. I didn't know what to wear." He felt so big and tall and awkward. And around her he felt even taller. She was smaller than Fisher and that was saying something. "You look really pretty," he replied, knowing that that was what people, most especially girls, liked to hear. And she did look pretty. They matched. He was proud of himself for doing good. "I called a cab. It's outside waiting. If you're ready, we can go now." ~~~ Compared to most people, Blue was a tiny thing. But Devon was huge now! He had sprung up so much, and his shoulders were wider, and he looked so... well, grown up. He was hot! "Aww, thank you so much!" she beamed, giving him a twirl. Blue was the kind of girl who could sustain herself on compliments alone. Peeking out the window, she saw the taxi waiting, like he promised. "Okay!" she exclaimed, taking his large hand in hers and pulling him along. Personal space? No such thing. "Do we wanna have food first, or fun? Because I could go for either but I know you have to eat and stuff so it's up to you!" ~~~ So maybe this night wouldn't be so bad after all. Blue was funny. She was very vibrant, kind of like the color she was named after. He followed after her out the door toward the cab and replied, "I already ate cuz I knew you didn't have to so.. Fun first. And then maybe we can stop somewhere later tonight and have a late night snack or something." He shrugged slightly, then opened the taxi door for her so she could climb in. ~~~ Aww, what a gentleman! He was so considerate! Blue had to stand on the frame of the car to be able to kiss his cheek before climbing into the backseat, but he had earned it. Settling in, she told the driver the address of their destination, then made herself comfortable. "We're gonna dance," she informed him, because he didn't have much choice in the matter. "It'll be fun! It's a weird kind of industrial place and it's dark inside but there are strobe lights and neon posters on the walls and the drinks come in tubes and they glow in the dark!" And what was more fun then glowing drinks? Not much, that was for sure. ~~~ The kiss on the cheek made Devon flush slightly because he wasn't used to that sort of thing. He had kissed all of once in his short life. And while that was nothing like what he had done before, it was still close contact to another person. "You smell nice," he informed her as he climbed in, hooking his seatbelt like a good kid once he was seated. And then she mentioned dancing. He had never been dancing before, of course. He had only ever danced silly in the living room when he was still little with Will. And they had drinks. He frowned a little and then leaned in close to ask, "Are you sure I can get in? I mean.. I still don't have like.. one of those ID thingies." ~~~ Everyone liked dancing. Blue had assumed Devon had never gone somewhere proper to do it, but that didn't matter. He needed exposure. "Oh, don't worry about that!" she assured him, waving her hand dismissively. "It's a vampire club, they never check ID because most people look younger than they are. Like me!" It seemed perfect. Devon looked an age he really wasn't, and so did Blue. And who understood that kind of thing better than vampires?
The drive wasn't too far, and within fifteen minutes they were pulling up outside an old factory, though the deep bass could be felt all the way on the street. Climbing out (and letting a hand linger on Devon's thigh a moment as she slid from the seat), Blue hopped out of the cab, letting the boy take care of the money. That's what boys were for! ~~~ "Oh," Devon replied in a soft voice, feeling slightly nervous about that. He wasn't a vampire. He was barely even a demon. He was mostly just human with a splash of favor and he saw dead people. He probably shouldn't let that get out in a place like that. That could be, well, bad. Vampires usually knew a lot of dead people they wanted to talk to, at least that was what he had been told once. But he had said she could take care of the fun and so he was going to go. It would be nice to let loose anyway. He felt way too much weight on his shoulders as of late. The bass thumping in the air made his tensions rise, or perhaps it was her hand on his thigh. He handed the driver some money, glad his dad had given him plenty to bring with him tonight, and then climbed out of the car behind her. As he moved up beside her, he rested a hand on the small of her back as they walked because that seemed like a good place to put it. He would let her do the talking to get them inside. He wouldn't know what to say anyway. ~~~ Blue had all kinds of faith in Devon. He was a lot more adult than most adults she knew, herself included. But even as an adult, she knew that he was still a kid in his brain. And kids liked dancing. And grown ups liked dancing. This was totally win-win. So leaning slightly into the hand on her back, impressed that he had thought to do so, she brought him to the front door where a very large and very angry looking man stood blocking the way. "Teeth," he said gruffly, looking suspiciously at Devon.
"Oh he's mine," Blue informed the man, grinning at him to show off her fangs.
Raising an eyebrow, the doorman grunted. "He's a little old for ya, isn't he?"
"I like old men!" she beamed, reaching around Devon to squeeze his butt as she guided him into the dark building, giving a wink to the doorman as they entered. "Oh I kinda forgot to mention that if anyone asks, you're my human," she said to Devon in a loud whisper, getting in one more good grope of his butt before releasing him, eyes scanning the place to find the bar. It was still early, but already the place was as full as any human club would ever get. ~~~ Devon was going to show the guy his teeth, or lack thereof, when Blue intervened. That remark was funny though. He was the old one? Since when? It was totally the other way around. But if it got them in, then that was fine. Of course he tensed a bit as his ass was grabbed, barely managing to refrain from squeaking in response. "Er.. okay," Devon replied, his eyes scanning the place. He had never been to any club before so of course he was impressed. It was huge. And loud. And there were people everywhere! He had only ever seen that many people in once place before at the dances at the school and stuff but this was nothing like that. His eyes roamed over the dance floor, following her in a near daze. The second grope got his attention, though, and he had to ask, "Do you like my butt?" He glanced over his shoulder at it. "Will says, well when he was young he said, that I'm attractive." ~~~ Indeed, Blue did like Devon's butt. it had the right amount of firmness and grope-ability. "You're very attractive," she assured him, her eyes giving him a once over. When she'd said 'yummy', she'd meant it. She could gobble up every inch of him."It's going to be hard keeping all the skanks off you tonight." But she could do it. She was strong, and wasn't afraid to kick a bitch right in the crotch to get the point across. "Anyway! You want a drink? We could find you something that's not too strong, so you don't get sick. I don't want you puking all over, just having fun and stuff." Lacing her little fingers in his, Blue led him over to the bar, hopping up on a stool. Surely there was something that would suit him. ~~~ Devon smiled, and for a moment he had a bit of swagger. Of course that failed quite brilliantly when he had to ask, "What's a skank exactly?" He had heard his dad use the term before. He was pretty sure he was talking about Ana when he said it. Was that another term for a vampire or just a girl? He wasn't really sure. "Uhm.. I like kool-aid." He gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. "Oh, and Hawaiian punch, but dad said that the red food coloring makes me hyper." He had to frown as he added, "Why would drinking make me puke?" He followed her to the bar, and then took her cue from the cab once she'd sat on the stool, his hand moving to linger upon her thigh. Touching her made his stomach feel funny. ~~~ With a giggle, Blue could only shake her head. He would find out sooner or later what a skank was. There would be plenty here, and vampire skanks were the worst! They tried making their marks on humans while no one was looking. Sneaky bitches.
Devon's drink choices left much to be desired, but Blue knew she could work with it. Something that tasted like juice, that would be easy. Anything vodka based and girlie. She didn't think he would balk to much and protest based on gender issues. Being so lost in thought, it took a moment for Blue to notice the hand on her leg. Looking down at it, she smirked, eyes going back to the bottles lining the wall behind the bartender. Casually, she let her thighs part a bit, her small hand resting on his to move it higher on her leg, the tips of his fingers just a few inches from the goods. "I think I know what you'd like," she told him, her voice sultry and suggestive, blue eyes peering up into his. "Sex on the Beach." Letting that sit a moment, she added with a small smile "It tastes like juice." ~~~ Devon wasn't sure what she was doing with his hand, but he didn't mind it. She felt smooth beneath him, though that could have just been the fabric that her pants were made out of. What were they made out of anyway? The felt good. He wondered if they were comfortable.
Her voice brought him out of the train of thought and he lifted his pale eyes to meet her own. "Oh?" He asked, a brow quirking slightly. "Excuse me?" He asked, looking shocked at the suggestion. He frowned. It tasted like.... "Oh! You mean a drink? Yeah, okay. Sure." The hand on her thigh slid around her hip and then down over what he could reach of her ass with her sitting on the stool like she was. So far, he liked touching. ~~~ Luckily for Devon, Blue liked being touched. She didn't mind his hand on her at all. Leaning forward a little, granting him more butt to feel, Blue smiled up at the bartender. "Sex on the Beach, and a coconut rum and cola," she told him, pulling twenty dollars from her jacket pocket and setting it on the bar. Feet swinging, she hummed a little while they waited. "How does it feel to be older?" she asked him after a moment. She had never grown up herself, and was a little curious about it. He had done it so fast, maybe it had hurt. ~~~ "I can pay for it," Devon said, and tugged some money out from his pocket. "I got a lot of money, see?" He put some down on the bar and pushed hers back toward her. "You keep it." Of course then she had to go and ask THAT question which pretty much ruined his good mood. He frowned deeply. "It sucks. I did it to.. to make things better and all it did was make things even more complicated." ~~~ Oh, Devon was a keeper, that was for sure. Smiling at him, Blue tucked her money away, making a mental note that since James had provided funding, the only decent thing to do would be to spend all his money. After all, he'd be insulted if they didn't, wouldn't he?
At his frown, Blue nodded. She understood completely. Swiveling her chair to face him (which moved his hand off her butt, but oh well), Blue looked up at him and hooked her ankles around the back of his knees, tugging him closer. "Nothing ever gets to be simple," she agreed. "When I got turned, I did it because I wanted to be special. oth my sisters were so special, and wonderful, and I wasn't. And everything was so plain and boring, so when my Da-" She stopped and corrected herself, because he wasn't worthy of being called 'Daddy' anymore- "when my sire offered to turn me, I said yes. I thought it would make me special, because he said I was." Shrugging, she flicked her hair over her shoulder, the familiar red hue a blur in her peripheral vision. "But! Thirty years later and I'm not very special anymore. And being a vampire just made things harder. So no matter what you do, you can't win, ya know?" The words were bleak, but her tone was so upbeat and perky, it was hard to tell if she was complaining or not. ~~~ Devon stumbled forward slightly, and then moved his hands to rest upon her hips now that he was closer to her. This was nice. He didn't mind this at all. He listened to what she had to say. It was bleak and yet she sounded so calm and accepting of it all. "I'm sure you're still special. I mean.. everybody's special in their own way, right?" He lightly stroked her sides, discovering then that there was quite a bit of exposed skin beneath her jacket which his fingers made himself at home against. "There's only one Blue, right?" He smiled. "But you're right. When I was little, I was too little to make things any better and now that I'm bigger, it seems like I'm too big and everything's just different." He scowled. ~~~ With a little giggle, Blue reached up one small, slender finger, tapping Devon on the nose. "I'm still too little for anything," she told him with a grin. He was sweet. He had an honest way of looking at things, realistic but not bleak. More people needed to be like him. And his scowl was just too cute. Like Jimmy! Only unlike Jimmy, Devon's scowl wasn't professional grade. He had no clue how sexy his scowl was.
Their drinks arriving, Blue picked hers up and sipped it, watching Devon as he tried his own. ~~~ "Not too little for me!" Devon shot her a bright smile. "You're the perfect size. I can pick you up and swing you around and like.. I dunno.. stuff." He gave a small shrug of his shoulders.
Then the drinks came and he took his own, watching her as she sipped hers and then following suit. It wasn't bad. It had a kick. He made a slight face and licked his lips. "It does taste like juice." He had another sip and then he noted, "Your hands are really small though. Way smaller than mine." He put his up to hers to compare. "They'd be way too little to fit around my penis. I'd have to use two hands if mine were as small as yours." ~~~ Holding up her hand dutifully, Blue let him compare their sizes, taking another slow drink. He was right, hers were very tiny. She had not expected the comment about his penis, though, and she laughed out loud, just barely managing to swallow her drink. "Devon!" she grinned, swatting him on the chest. "You naughty boy!" Still, what an intriguing idea. Clearly he would know the size of himself, and if he thought her hands were too small, well... boys often exaggerated, but she didn't think his mind was old enough to feel the need to exaggerate. he was probably being quite serious. ~~~ The laugh and the smack caught him off guard and he frowned a little, looking like a scolded child. "What? What did I say?" He was naughty? Why? He didn't really understand that that wasn't something you just said to somebody. The thought had crossed his mind and so he just said it. That's all. "Was that wrong? Am I not supposed to talk about jerking off?" ~~~ With fresh peals of laughter, Blue covered her mouth with both hands, eyes positively dancing. He was just too much! "Oh, Devon," she sighed, shaking her head. "You're just wonderful." And she meant it. Grabbing the lapels in his coat, the tugged him down, pressing a kiss to his nose, and another to his chin. "Never stop being you, because you're incredible." Grinning, the smoothed down his jacket and then slid to her feet, grabbing her drink. "Come on! We'll find a place to sit along the back wall and we can people watch!" ~~~ He really wasn't sure what it was that he had done that was so funny or so wonderful, but that was okay. He liked the response that it got him. Her lips were soft and smooth and he really wished that she hadn't stopped at the chin and had maybe kissed him on the lips too. He had never kissed a girl before. "Okay, I won't," he agreed, though he wasn't sure what he was agreeing to, precisely, and then he followed her lead as she got up and on her feet. People watching. He could do that. He had been doing that his entire life.
"You know what I like about being here with you, Blue?" Devon asked once they had found a spot to sit. "You don't have any dead people following you around. Everybody else I know has all these dead people hanging around. It's annoying." He took another sip of his drink. It was tasting better now. ~~~ There was probably a compliment in what he said, but it was a little obscured because it was such an odd thing to say. But Blue wasn't phased in the least. Most of her compliments didn't make much sense from an outside perspective either. "I don't think I know anyone who died," she said with a shrug. "And if I do, I don't think they'd want to hang around me. I think dead people like to mope, and I hate moping. I like living!" Taking a considerable chug from her cup, most of its contents disappearing, Blue held the glass in her lap, feeling bouncy and happy. The couch they'd managed to snag was comfy and new, and more people were coming in which meant more interesting stuff was gonna start happening. "Know what I like about you? Pretty much everything. But mostly, your hands. I like that they're big, and your fingers are long, and you're warm. It feels nice on my skin." Unzipping her jacket, she shrugged out of it, since now that they were inside she didn't need to keep up the charade of being cold any longer. Her top was skimpy at best, flaunting both skin and clevage in ample supply, but she acted as though it was nothing new.
~~~ Maybe it was an odd thing to say, but for a medium, that was one of the first things you looked for in a person; their ghosts. The fact that she didn't have any made her a great person to be around. It got tiring, the dead people all lurking around, giving you those looks, moaning about their loss of life. "You know, I think you have a point. Most ghosts are emo. I guess that's why they hang out with other emo people most of the time." It seemed reasonable.
Devon noted her mostly empty cup and nodded toward it. "When you want another, let me know and I can get it for you. You will have to remind me what you have though. I don't remember. I know mine though. It's Sex!" He held it up. "On the beach!" And then he made a slight face. "That doesn't sound like it would be much fun. I think the sand would hurt." He frowned a little.
Before he was anything else, Devon was a boy. So for a girl to say that she liked his hands on his skin and then to show so much skin proved to be a definite distraction. He stared at her for a moment before he reached a tentative hand out to touch her. "You're so soft," he remarked, almost in awe. He wanted to touch her boobies but he was too shy to ask just yet. So instead he sipped his drink, keeping his hand on her stomach and his eyes on the dance floor. ~~~ Tonight was a lot more fun than Blue had thought, and she had thought it would be a lot of fun. They weren't even dancing yet, and already she was having the best time ever. "Sex on a beach isn't too bad," she said idly, "though you're right about the sand." Sand had a way of getting itself everywhere you didn't want it to be. And it loved crevaces, crevaces that did not, in turn, love sand.
Nothing Blue did was ever without intention. This was what made her the criminal mastermind that she was. Every action, no matter how innocent, was crafted for the moment, honed to suit, perfectly planned. It was no accident that she had gotten Devon thinking about her skin, and then displayed it for him. And it was no accident that, when he did reach out and touch her, she purred softly. And it was no accident that as she settled herself on the couch, her thigh touched his, all the way from hip to knee. Finishing off her drink, she set the empty glass down on the table behind them, arching her back to put her breasts on display. "Oh, look!" she said, leaning in close to Devon and dropping her voice, one hand resting on his arm. "See that girl over there, with the black hair? I wish I had her butt. It's all round and bouncy!" ~~~ The thought of sand on his dick when he masturbated, because that was all he had ever really done so that was all he really thought about doing, made him shudder just slightly, but the subject was soon forgotten, as was pretty much everything else.
Her skin was so cool beneath his palm. It made his hand feel even warmer than usual. And the sound that she made, it made that familiar tightness form in the pit of his stomach that he always got when it was going to be time to go to the bathroom soon. But he could control it. At least he thought he could. That arch did nothing to help that though. When instructed to look, he did, a slight frown tugging at the corners of his lips. "I bet your butt bounces just as much when you dance too." He looked at Blue and added, "And you have nicer boobs. And hair. I like yours better." ~~~ Slowly, a small, pleased smile crossed Blue's perfectly pouty lips. "You're so sweet," she told him, squeezing his arm gently. "Why don't we find out, hm?" Getting up, she set his drink down on the floor and grabbed his hands, tugging on him until he got to his feet, then led him to the dance floor. There was a sizeable crowd there already, and Blue made sure to find a spot that it was easy to be lost in, where the music could wash over them and the bass could pulse and nobody else would really matter. Facing him, she gave him a quick, smouldering look, her arms willowy and her body swaying as she danced for him, keeping her body close to his. ~~~ "Find out?" He asked, though he soon found out how she meant. He was tugged to his feet and he sighed. "I don't know if I dance good or not," but he followed her to the floor regardless. Of course once they got out there, it became pretty clear that it didn't matter how well he danced, this was the Blue show. And Devon was transfixed. He liked the way she moved. He moved a little too, yeah, but not too much, not enough to distract from watching her and touching her with a grin ever present upon his lips. ~~~ How well he danced definitely didn't matter. It wasn't about skill, it was about feeling, about enjoying himself. And clearly, he was. Blue recognized that smile. She had this boy in her clutches. Pressing herself against Devon's body, Blue wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair. Grinning wickedly, she moved herself so his knee was between her thighs, her hips grinding against him. ~~~ Of course he was smiling. He had never been this close to a girl before aside from Cissy or Rocky and since they were like family, and he was a kid then, that didn't count. This though, this was so very different. And as she moved in even closer to him, he felt that tension grow a bit more demanding. He was getting hard. He couldn't help it. It was a natural response. Will and his dad had said so. But God, he kind hoped she wouldn't notice though there was no real way that she wouldn't. ~~~ This was exactly the reaction Blue had been hoping for. She had forgotten how easy young men were, how little it took to get their motors running. Her hands curved around his neck, nails scratching lightly on his skin as they moved south, pressed against his chest, one hand continuing further south, cupping his erection. Chuckling deeply, she looked up at him, biting her bottom lip. "Is that for me?" ~~~ Young men were easy, sure. But Devon wasn't just young, he was VERY young. And so yeah, he was easy to get going. The wind blew the wrong way and he got a hard-on. It was kind of mortifying but he tried not to think about it that way since it was apparently perfectly normal. Of course having her hand cupping his growing cock wasn't really normal. "I... It's..." He could barely form words. "Bathroom?" ~~~ The way he stammered, that look on his face... oh, it was delicious. It made Blue feel important, and wanted, desired. Giggling a little, Blue stood up on her tippy toes, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Mkay," she purred, letting the tip of her tongue flick over his lips before pulling away, taking his hand and pulling him along. If he wanted some privacy for them to take care of this, he could have that. She was comfortable in bathrooms. ~~~ Wait, she was going with him? Did that mean that she wanted to watch or.... He was really confused now. He followed behind her, a flush creeping into his cheeks just because he was really kind of embarrassed that he was so naive. But he was only six! What did she expect? "Blue," he said in a soft voice as they finally made it far enough away from the dance floor that she would be able to hear him. "What are we... doing?" ~~~ She expected him to naive. In fact, she liked it. Virginal boys always made her happy, made her feel appreciated. And James had wanted Devon focused on other people, well, it was definitely working. Taking him to the back wall, where it was dark and somewhat secluded, Blue hooked her fingers into the cloth of his jacket, pulling him close and pinning herself between his body and the wall. "Fixing the problem," she told him simply, rubbing his hardness through his trousers. Taking one of his hands, she placed it on her chest, squeezing his fingers to make him in turn squeeze the swelling flesh of her breast. "Mmm," she moaned, letting her head fall back, her eyes closing. "Do more of that." ~~~ No one else had ever touched him like that, so she got a positive response, that was for sure. Devon moaned a little, the sound echoing off the wall slightly. He pushed further into her, eyes watching her with fascination as she placed his hand upon her breast. He followed her instructions, lightly squeezing and massaging her breasts as he leaned in to press a flutter of soft warm kisses against her neck. ~~~ He was a natural. Not too rough, not too timid... just the right amount of pressure in just the right places. Oh, and he was going for her neck, damn this boy was good. Arching her back into his touch, Blue gasped loudly, not even bothering to try and muffle herself. "Oh, Devon!" she moaned, gripping him tightly and pulling him closer, squeezing him in her palm. He was right... she would need both hands to fully wrap around him. Holy shit. ~~~ Making out he had done once. It was nice. He liked kissing. And he knew that necks felt good to be kissed on because he liked it when his neck was kissed. Of course there was something about her moaning his name like that that really, really got him going. He throbbed against her palm, hips arching into that touch as his hand dipped down only to slide back up but underneath the top, fingers grazing her nipple as he moved to cup her breast once more. It fit so perfectly in his large palm. ~~~ Blue didn't give a shit where they were. They could have been in the middle of a crowded subway, she wouldn't have cared. All she cared about was what Devon was doing to her, and trying to keep focus on not letting it get too far. She had promised Jimmy that she wouldn't sleep with his boy, but that promise was getting harder and harder to remember. Releasing her grip on his coat for a moment, Blue reached behind herself and untied her top, letting it fall down around her waist, her round breasts exposed to the pulsing air of the club. "Yes," she gasped, tilting her head back, exposing more skin. ~~~ Boobs. Devon was a big fan of boobs. Ever since that night where he had seen those girls in their bikinis jumping on trampolines, boobs had been all over his fantasies. And when he had seen a pair for the first time on tv, it had been an instant boner. And now they were right here, live and in person and in front of him and they were just brilliant. He wanted to put his face in them. He wanted to kiss them. And since that seemed like a good idea, a natural thing to do, he decided to just do it. His hands dropped down to her waist to lift her up, pinning her between himself and the wall so that he could reach, and he nestled his face in her cleavage, kissing and nipping at the soft mounds of skin. That's what lesbians did sometimes. He knew. He'd seen it on tv. And even though he wasn't a lesbian, it was still fun. They were all... squishy and round. ~~~ With a soft giggle, then an even softer moan, Blue gladly let Devon lift her off her feet, her legs wrapping around his waist. Her hands lost themselves in his hair, tugging and raking and smoothing the thick locks. Her nipples were hard, small pink beads begging for attention, for his lips to take hold, for his tongue to flick over them, moisten them like she was moist elsewhere, her body eager for more contact. She was certain he could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, it was the only heat she had to offer. Rolling her hips against his chest, she sighed deeply, looking down to watch his mouth on her skin. That was so damn sexy, the way his mouth was so eager on her skin, kissing frantically. ~~~ A moan, he liked that. He didn't like that she wasn't touching him anymore now, but he cold deal with that. The feel of her small body crushed between his much larger one and the wall more than made up for it. He liked this. He liked this a lot. He wanted more of those soft moans, so of course he began to experiment, biting and sucking at her breasts before his lips found their way to her nipples. He kissed them first, and since they seemed to be begging for it, he began to suckle upon them, one and then the other. His hands slid down from her hips to her ass, giving the fleshy globes a slight squeeze. "You're warm," he spoke around a hardened nipple. He could equate that with the warm tension he got in his sac when he needed to go and touch himself. "What do I do?" ~~~ Everything Devon was doing felt so incredible, Blue was practically panting under his mouth. Promise to Jimmy? Huh? Something like that? She could barely remember it now. She hadn't expected Devon to be so... wow. That was really all there was to it. Just wow. What did he do? Whatever the hell he wanted, that's what. Grinning, she ran her fingers through his hair, gripping the tresses to pull his head back. "Kiss me," she told him, licking her lips. "Then take me to a couch." ~~~ Ensuring that the grip of her legs around his waist was tight enough, his hands slid up her back to her shoulders to pull her down against him slightly as he pulled her away from the wall. Lips pressed against her own and he kissed her just like he had done to Will a few nights again, with the tongue and everything. He held her like this for a long moment, exploring her mouth, testing his tongue against her sharp little teeth. That was different. And when he had to breathe, he broke away, glancing around for the aforementioned couch which he carried her over to and then playfully tossed her down on, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. ~~~ Hee, this was fun! Blue returned the kiss in full, moaning into his mouth, letting herself get lost in the sensation. Obviously he had kissed before, because he was doing very well, not too much saliva and his tongue wasn't choking her. He really was a natural, like his daddy. Oh right, Jimmy, and a promise. She needed to keep reminding herself of this. Clinging to him as he moved, arms around Devon's shoulders as they moved, Blue squealed in delight as he tossed her down onto the couch. A few people were watching them, but that was okay. She didn't mind people watching. It only made her performance better.
Looking up at him, eyes dark, Blue grabbed Devon's shirt and tugged him down, capturing his lips in another kiss. She needed more of that mouth. Spreading her legs, she tugged his body between them, letting his large frame crush her tiny body. She didn't care if he squished her, so long as he didn't lose contact. ~~~ Devon was finding that he didn't mind people watching either. He wasn't shy. He didn't think he had any reason to be. They weren't doing anything wrong, right? And they were both attractive people so what did it matter? In the process of being tugged down, he stripped off his suit jacket and tossed it over the back of the couch. His lips were on hers once more and he found himself pressed between her thighs. That part he really liked. He could feel that pulsing heat down there on her and his hardness definitely responded to it. His hips rolled against her as his tongue explored her mouth some more, braving a little more exploration of her fangs this time around just because those were new and exciting and he kind of liked the sharp feel of them against his tongue. ~~~ How badly would Jimmy kill her if his son came back with bite marks? Probably a lot. He would probably stake her, he'd be so mad. But the thought of tasting Devon, of letting her fangs prick his virgin skin, sent a chill through her little body. Gasping softly, Blue pressed her hips against him, grinding against his erection. Her little fingers unbuttoned his shirt, starting from the top and quickly moving down, the fabric getting pushed off his shoulders to expose his chest. "Oh, baby," she purred, pulling back from the kiss enough to look in his eyes. "You're good at this. Really good." ~~~ That movement sent shivers racing up and down his spine and he groaned, his hardness straining against the fabric of his slacks. It was getting hotter in here too, or was that just him? He had enough fire demon in him to raise his temperature just a bit during heated moments and this was most definitely a heated moment. The shirt was off soon though, the cool air of the club around them feeling good against his skin. "Thank you," he replied simply, then kissed a small path down her throat, hands splayed across her stomach for a moment before one slid down between her legs to cup that growing heat. He was naturally curious about what was down there. He had only ever seen a woman completely naked once and that was when he was a lot younger, a few months ago, and it wasn't in person but on a screen. He'd seen enough to know that she was different than he was, but that was where his knowledge of the mysterious female naughty bits ended. ~~~ If Devon wanted to satisfy curiosity, and explore, he was more than welcome. His large, thick, manly hand between her legs made Blue moan, grinding against him. Her fingers scratched down his chest, leaving his body to tug down the tiny zipper on the back of her pants, making them loose enough to accomodate for Devon's hand. Taking his hand in both of hers, she brought the fingers up to her lips, catching the tip of his index finger and biting it gently, tongue flicking over the tip. The fact that Devon had lasted this long without exploding was a testament to his stamina. His future girlfriend was going to be a very lucky lady. After suckling his finger a moment, she moved his hand lower down her body, pressing his palm flat on her belly, pushing his fingers downward beneath the smooth leather of her pants. All that stood between Devon's fingers and Blue's wet, slick, hot pussy was the thinnest lace of her itty bitty thong. ~~~ This was so.... crazy surreal. Everything about this was just so weird, from the crowd around them to her beneath him and the sounds that she was making. Devon felt like he was going to explode, that was for sure. He was about to have an accident all up in his pants and he didn't even care right now. Right now he was just in awe of this moment, of her body, of the way she sounded and smelled and felt. Her lips around his finger was enough to make his dick twitch and he rolled his hips instinctively against her own as he began to pulse and throb.
But it was his hand inside her pants that really did him in. All it took was his fingers slipping down to feel that wet heat between her thighs, to feel that slickness against his fingertips, to make his body tremble ever so slightly and a groan to pass his lips. "Oh wow, Blue," he mumbled against her throat and then fumbled with her thong, fingers pushing passed it. A sudden urge to get inside her made his body quake though it was only his fingers that would be making a trip inside this time around. As two slick digits pressed into that heat, his hips rolled right along with them. All it took was a few awkward thrusts of his fingers and his hips before he cried out and his body jerked. His youthful stamina could only take him so far right now. ~~~ Oh, the dirty, naughty, delicious things that Blue was imagining right now. Devon's tongue, his hands, his thick hardness pounding harder and harder into her... shuddering, the little vampire growled deep in her throat, a low, primal noise. She accepted his fingers inside her eagerly, her tiny frame stretched by his large fingers. It felt so good, so filling, and she moved her hips in time with his fingers. He wasn't inside her long enough for her to finish, or really to get anywhere near satisfied, but just seeing him climax, hearing that familiar cry of youth... Blue squeezed her muscles around his fingers, biting her bottom lip. He felt so incredible inside her. "Devon, Devon," she moaned softly, breathless. "Mmm, yes..." ~~~ His entire body was tingling, flushed. He was panting and he was burning up. But she was still moaning his name and even though he was done now, he didn't think that meant that she had to be, right. So he shifted slightly, pushing his weight up on one arm so he had better leverage, and then he continued to finger her, watching her face as he did so. He was waiting for something. He wasn't sure what it was but he knew he would know when it happened. It hadn't happened yet though. ~~~ To be totally honest, Blue hadn't expected him to keep going. He had gotten off, so that meant he was done, that's all there was. He'd roll off her and grab his shirt and probably go to the bathroom and clean himself off. She was okay with that. But then, he didn't. His fingers moved inside her, and she cried out, loudly, the long digits unexpectedly brushing over her g-spot. "Oh!" she gasped, back arching high, her voice high and whining. Her fingers clawed into his back, holding him tightly, hips rolling with the movement of his fingers. "Oh yes, like that.... faster... mmm, oh God yes..." She wasn't shy about giving instruction, and most boys needed it. Most actually wanted it. Hips rolling, Blue wrapped her legs tightly around Devon's body, pulling him closer. "Fuck, fuck, yes... mmm... OH shit Devon, oh fuck I'm gonna come, oh God yes, don't stop, don't stop!" Blue knew her body well, and what it took to make her finish, and fast. And she had a feeling he would want to see her finish. And he was doing a damn good job helping her along.
All the muscles in her body tightened, her pussy squeexing Devon's fingers in an iron grip as Blue was pushed over the edge, her mouth frozen open in a silent, drawn out scream. This had hit a lot harder than she'd expected, the orgasm washing over her in a blinding wave. ~~~ Maybe that was what most boys would have done, but Devon wasn't like most boys. He was curious. He wanted to see what would happen. He knew what happened when he jerked off but he didn't know what happened for a girl. And since Blue was here and ready and his fingers were already there, then he might as well see it through, right? The way that she moaned and groaned and clung to him, it did things to him, nice things. It made him feel this certain like.. almost like a warm feeling inside, but not the same as before. He wasn't sure what to call it. But it was like how he had felt when Will had been watching him. He followed her instruction as best as he could, slightly clumsy but eager to learn. And then he got what he had been waiting for all along.
"Wow." That was really all that Devon could say. "That was..." He slipped his fingers from her as he considered his words. "Amazing." His fingers were all wet and kinda sticky and looked like he'd been in the bath for too long. He wiped them off on his pants and then made a bit of a face as he realized again the mess he had made. "I need to go to the bathroom. Is that okay?" He didn't want to leave her right now if that was like.. rude or something.
~~~ Humming lazily, Blue flopped back against the cushions of the couch, feeling very mellow. It had been a long time since someone else had made her climax, and her body was entirely grateful. Looking up at Devon, she nodded, exhaling slowly. "Okay sugar, go ahead." He probably needed to get cleaned up, and she needed to get redressed and maybe get them another round of drinks. Though for the moment, she was happy just being splayed out on the couch, enjoying the afterglow. ~~~ Devon smilled, grateful that she said it was okay for him to go clean himself up a bit. He leaned in to press a single soft kiss against her lips before he moved to his feet, straightening his shirt as he noticed people staring. Shoulders back, he strutted his shit toward the bathroom, looking as smug as his father had ever managed to look and then some. It suited him better because he was smiling. But how could he not smile right now? He'd just made a beautiful girl glow on the sofa in front of everyone. He felt pretty damn good about himself. ~~~ The bouncer of the club didn't look especially pleased with Blue when he came over to loom over her, but then again he never looked happy with her. "Don't be cranky," she grinned at him, standing up and pulling up her pants, zipping them to fit her form. "It's not like I got jizz on your couch this time."
"You're a whole lot of trouble in a tiny little package."
"I know!" she grinned, retying her top and adjusting her tits in it. Blowing him a kiss, she skipped off to the bar, ordering another round for them. Devon would find her, and when he did, she would have a fresh, cool drink for him. This time, she got him a rum and cola as well. He could probably handle it. ~~~ It took Devon a bit to get himelf cleaned up, but once he had, he headed back out to look for his girl. He didn't find her on the sofa and he glanced around, but befor he could spot her, he had another woman coming up to him to purr in his ear. She was saying something about how she had watched him, how she liked what she had seen and she would love to give him a try.
"Not interested," he replied simply, and tried to shake her off. But she kept following him. And she had fangs. And while Blue's fangs were cute and intriguing, this woman's fangs made him nervous. "Blue!" He called out when he finally spotted her at the bar. He waved at her and then glanced at the woman. "She gets really mean when she's angry. You probably want to, you know, fuck off now before you piss her off." ~~~ So busy in just looking around, sipping her drink, Blue didn't even notice Devon approaching her. But she did hear her name, called out in from the young man's mouth, carrying over the murmur of the place. Head whipping toward the sound, she spotted him not too far off, and there was a skank just waiting to prey on him. Face set in annoyance, she slid off the stool and stormed over, tiny heels clacking on the tiled floor. Wrapping her arm around Devon's waist, she looked up at the slut bitch with absolute disdain on her face. "Go find yourself a blood doll, you whore. This one belongs to me."
"You're a cocky little cunt for such a tiny girl," the woman sneered, jutting her hip and folding her arms. "I bet he can't even fit his cock in that tiny little pussy. Babe."
"That's why he fucks me in the ass," Blue said simply, smirking defiantly and taking Devon by the hand, tugging him along with her back toward the bar. "Fuck that hoochie right in her horse face!" Blue declared with a grin. "Later for her. You okay sugar?" ~~~ As much as Devon looked like a grown up and wanted to think that he was a grown up, he was still just a kid on the inside. And people were scary, especially people like that woman. He was so glad that Blue was there. He wasn't the type that wouldn't allow a woman to wage his battle for him simply because, well, in the grand scheme of things, he knew she could handle it way better than he could. He'd probably call her a dookie head and walk off. That wouldn't be all that effective.
"I'm okay," he said as he was tugged to the bar and away from the lecherous skank. "I told her to fuck off and she didn't listen. I'm glad I found you. I think she wanted to bite me!" Once at the bar, he asked, "Is this my drink?" It appeared to be. He grabbed the glass and downed half of it in one sip, making a face as he proclaimed, "Eww. That tastes like hairspray." ~~~ Glaring off in the direction of that bitch, Blue nodded and sipped down her drink. "She did," she told him flatly. Damn den women, they were like nasty little leeches. Blue knew she had been like that once, but she'd learned quickly not to try pulling that shit, or you were likely to get your fangs ripped out.
But she felt better when she put her attention back on Devon, and the way he grimmaced at the rum. "You don't like it?" she asked, teasing a little. "That's okay, I'll drink it. We can get you one like you had before." ~~~ Any vampire that dare fuck with him would suffer dire consequences, he knew that for sure. His dads both had tempers. And that wasn't to mention Blue and his aunt Rocky and Cissy too. He was well looked out for, which was nice. But that didn't mean he wanted to test it. He'd rather keep his blood in his veins.
"It's okay. I can handle it." He nodded his head and then had another sip. The face he made wasn't as bad this time around, but it still tasted like hairspray. And he would know. He had been around plenty. Of course that made him think about Will and, well, maybe Blue would understand if he told her. "I kissed Will the other day. He was still seventeen when I did it. I think he's angry about it." ~~~ If anyone could possibly understand, it was Blue. Her eyebrows raised a little, surprised, and for a moment she was quiet. But finally she spoke, prodding the ice cubes in her drink with the little black stirrer. "I lost my virginity to my daddy," she told him with a shrug. "I mean he's not my biological daddy, but I thought about him like my daddy. He took care of me and looked after me and I loved him like a real daddy." She offered Devon a smile, sweet and small. "It just made sense. And I bet it made sense to kiss Will, too. He was your first, wasn't he?" ~~~ It was a nice response, not like the one that Fisher had given him where he had basically accused him of being a freak. He nodded his head. "I love him," he said simply. "I hate seeing him so upset, because of my dad, and I thought that if I grew up, I could make it better." He gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. "But I think I just made it worse. I think he's not okay with it like I'm okay with it. I think he thinks that it's too weird because he knew me when I was just a little boy." He took a sip of his drink as he added, "I don't think it's weird. I mean... aren't you supposed to want to take care of the people who take care of you?" ~~~ Everything Devon said was so right, but he was just getting it wrong. Blue realized it, and she knew exactly where he was coming from. He was still young. When you loved someone, you loved them. There was no difference between paternal love and regular love, because regular love hadn't happened. Even Blue couldn't say that she knew the difference between friend and family love and real love, because she'd never had it before.
"It's not the same," she explained, though he'd probably heard that a few hundred times before. "You can love someone and it's not the same as being in love with someone. I didn't know that for a long time. I never really got attached to anyone because people just leave you, you know? And I loved my daddy and that's all I needed. I thought it was just as good as having a boyfriend or something because I was always happy with him, and he was happy witt me. But... it is different. I mean, I love Pookie, he's my BFF, but it's not the same as... as some other boy." Her face fell a little, sadness washing over her. It seemed so unfair about Jason, all of it. "There are a lot of levels to it, and it's all really confusing. But maybe someday you'll find somebody else on a different level of it, and then it'll be good."
~~~ Devon frowned and shook his head. "You don't understand, Blue. I know there's a difference. I mean... I wouldn't kiss my dad. I wouldn't jerk off in front of him either, but I did Will, and that's because he's not my dad." He nudged her with his shoulder as he added, "Just like you're not related to me either. I wouldn't do what we just did with aunt Rocky though maybe I would with Cissy if she wasn't with your pookie. Cuz she's not related to me but she's really pretty."
~~~ "But that's the thing, sugarpie," Blue insisted. "He's not related to you but he's still... oh, what's the word... family, I guess? Maybe?" Yes, technically he was, but that wasn't the point she was trying to make. "He's not blood, but he's someone that... well someone that takes care of you. And you take care of him. And I think in the real world it's not like that. You don't take care of each other you sort of... share things. Equals and stuff. You know?" Jason had been one of the first people to see Blue as an equal to himself, not a little girl who needed looking after, and not someone he had to protect. She was just a girl. ~~~ "Can we just.. not talk about this anymore?" Devon asked, looking over at Blue with a frown. He smiled when she seemed to agree and then he downed the rest of his drink. "Okay. Let's go dance some more. Or we can go do something else somewhere else. Whatever you want. I feel all... warm and tingly now so..." He had no idea, but he was a tiny bit tipsy. "I'm ready to have more fun." And he had gone out with just the right girl to make that happen.