lightthenight (lightthenight) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-01-05 14:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | lucas, lupe |
BACKDATED: Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Who: Lucas and Lupe
Where: School grounds and then his room.
What: She's hungry!
Status: Incomplete (Sorry Suza! :( ) -- not quite NSFW yet
Lucas was not.... bored. He wasn't exactly fascinated with his studies either though, beyond the occasional interesting lesson with his abilities. He found himself wandering around on the grounds a lot, watching other people walk around hurriedly through the cold air. Reno wasn't much different in terms of temperature, and so it hadn't taken him long to get used to the weather.
Wearing a thick black jacket and his fedora, he was also keeping an eye out for his sister. She was the sort who could--and would--make snow where there was none before, to hurl a snowball at him. Without provocation, for that matter!
Lupe was dressed up in her fur-lined trench, wearing little underneath as she crossed the grounds to head for the car. She had ever intention of leaving the school for the night to find dinner. It had been too long since she'd last fed and she knew that it was getting dangerous. But Lupe loved the thrill, being right on the edge. It brought such a delicate, spicy flavor to her meals.
Crossing the grounds, she paused, looking around. This was supposed to be where the parking lot was, si? Grumbling in frustration, she looked around, trying to sort herself out.
As his gaze skimmed across the campus, it skittered to a halt on the woman who had stopped midway down the sidewalk in front of him. She looked lost... and while Lucas never really identified himself as a gentleman, he still wandered closer and raised a brow, a dimple appearing in one cheek as he gave a lopsided smile. "Need help?"
Now that he was closer, he gave her a once-over. The trench masked pretty much... everything interesting, but she had a sloe-eyed, attractive face and a pretty whirl of hair.
Lupe turned towards the man as he came closer, giving him a quick once over. He was cute and he smelled delicioso. Flashing a smile, albeit an embarrassed one, she nodded. "Si," Lupe said, the heat of Columbia thick in her voice. "I was looking for mi coche. My car." Glancing around, she shook her head, changing her plans. Maybe she wouldn't have to go out tonight after all.
Lucas liked to dress smart; hence the fedora, which was not just to protect his head from the cold and was actually a regular part of his attire. His smile widened to a grin, and he straightened up while looking back in the direction they had come from. "You missed a left turn."
The accent... that was hot. He had been a sucker for accents--that had been what drew him to his last girlfriend. But after she'd left him he'd pretty much avoided that lure for a long time. Now here he was faced with another one.
Lupe liked knowing that he was interested. It came across in the way he stood just a bit straight, his smile grew a bit warmer. Stepping closer, she asked, "Would you show me, señor?" Lupe even let her voice get a little breathy, as if from the cold. She knew well how to play a man.
Lucas didn't have much experience with demons, as they didn't exactly flock to him like bees to pollen. But he knew when a woman was looking for something other than her car, and here he was abruptly faced with it. One brow quirked up under the brim of his hat. And here I thought I'd
"Sure." He swiveled on a heel, and waited for her to join him before he started off at a pace to suit her stride. "... I'm Lucas, by the way."
**here I thought this place wasn't interesting.
Lupe wasn't trying to be subtle, but she wasn't using her powers to coerce this man either. If he wasn't interested, she'd get in her car and go. She had yet to take someone who wasn't interested and she'd be blessed before starting now.
Holding her hand in the American handshake, she smiled. "Lupe Dominguez. I am professor here."
"Oh?" Well that was a new one; but then, Lucas didn't stalk the staff pages or the message boards. He took her hand then, and shook it lightly. She didn't look like professor material... but there were quite a few people here who didn't fit the mold. "What do you teach?"
"Si," Lupe answered with a nod. She let her fingers brush over his palm as she pulled away from than handshake. His hands had texture, as if he'd worked with them. Muy bueno. Rather than answering his question outright, she shifted a bit in her coat, rubbing the fur over her cheek for the sheer pleasure of feeling it's silkiness. "Mm, what do you think I would teach?"
Expression playfully thoughtful, he put distance between the two of them as they walked and now eyed her frame. "Something tells me it's not math. I don't think any of the boys would learn a thing."
Lupe smiled, though it was just with her lips, the ghost of a promise. "Just the boys?" Raising her chin, she turned to watch where she was going, semi-attempting to remember the path for the future. "No, is not math."
"And a few like-minded girls," he conceded, before continuing to muse over this. "I might need a clue. It's none of the classes I take, that's for sure." Not... that he was taking that many of them.
Lupe chuckled, the sound soft and husky. "Then you need to do some research. See who is taking a class with the Latin profesor." She still mixed her Spanish and her English, not really noticing the difference.
"I'll do that, then." The parking lot was in sight, but he kept walking with her; there was no reason not to since all he was doing was walking around in the cold, absorbing sunlight as best he could.
Lupe smiled when the parking lot came into view, and started looking for the car. On the way, she patted her pockets, looking for the key. Pockets were empty. Frowning, she stopped in the middle of the walk. "My key..." Where had she put it?
"... Well now I can't help you with that one, professor." Lucas stopped with her, and raised a brow as she went hunting. "Any holes in your pockets? Inside pocket...?"
This was a little surreal. Amusing, and would leave him wishing he was back in Reno, but... surreal. And because he was the paranoid sort, he twisted around to look and see if his sister was nearby, being a pest and doing all this to drive him up the wall--as if her starting to date Finn didn't already make him want to whack them both upside the head.
Lupe had an idea where she may have left the key. "No holes." Unbuttoning the top three buttons of her jacket, she parted the lapels. Under the jacket she wore a black leather halter attached only behind her neck and at the bra line and a pink fringy skirt. Several belts of various sizes wrapped around her hips, jingling in the freedom. Lupe's fingers trailed over her chest, feeling the outside of her halter for the key, and giving Lucas here a little show.
Lucas's gaze slid lower... and stayed there. As with Frankie he wasn't utterly blatant in his staring, but neither did he bother to look away.
Lupe smirked, running her fingers over the leather, trying to find the key. "I do not think I can find it, and it would be cliche to ask you to help me, si?" Cliche or not, she wouldn't turn down the chance to have his hands on her.
As Lucas followed where her hands went, his mouth began to curl in a half-smirk. "Very cliche..." But from the tone of his voice, it was obvious that he didn't mind doing what everyone would expect. Because hell... everyone expected it because it happened a lot, and it happened a lot because... it was fun. Duh.
Lupe glanced up, noting one of the security cameras present to guard the parking lot and she winked at it. Might as well give the men watching something to see. "Do you like being on camera, Lucas? Or should we search for my key....somewhere else?" Dropping her gaze, she ran her hands along the open lapels of her jacket, stroking the edge of her stomach.
"You've clearly never had sex in a casino." He grinned abruptly, and blatantly; but then he chuckled. "Yeah, I think we should probably wander somewhere... else, for this key hunt. Clearly it's migrated somewhere you can't reach."
Ha. Well maybe this school wasn't so boring.
Chuckling, Lupe reached out and stroked Lucas' cheek. "I've had sex in many places, cariño. Some you can only imagine." Closing her jacket, she pulled back and turned back on the walk to head the way she came.
Lucas lengthened his stride briefly in order to catch up with her, before matching her stride again. "Mmm... probably. I've got no idea what you are, how old you are... what you teach..."
Here he smirked. "All things considered I should probably treat this as the strangers with candy scenario." But he wasn't going to.
"Hmm." Lupe nodded in understanding. "Sounds about as much as I know for you. Perhaps I should be the one cautious." Glancing at him, she stepped a bit closer. For the warmth of course. "Ask me one and I will tell you."
Lucas didn't really have to think about this. One thing told him whether he was the kid or not in this situation. Another told him where her interests lay. The other told him what she might be able to do to him. "What are you...?"
Mmm, it made sense that he would ask her that question given where they were. He knew she was a professor, so she was of age, and it was obvious right now what interested her. This was the one he probably couldn't solve just yet. Coming around in front of him, she stopped, looking at Lucas with a smile. Slowly, Lupe leaned forward, setting her mouth against his ear and kissing softly. "Una súcubo," she whispered. Succubus. "Still wish to help me fine my key?" She nuzzled his neck for a moment, wanting to fire him up, and pulled back.
Lucas spoke a pidgin-language version of Spanish; which is to say he knew next to none of it. But then, with her kissing the highly sensitive skin of his ear and the very blatantly easy translation of that word, he got it. He definitely got it.
"... Ahhh." The syllable was more breathy than it normally would have been, and he swallowed once. Well. This was going to be... interesting. "I think it's my civic duty to help you find your key." When she drew back he was grinning again.
She was glad he was still interested. Then again, not many red blooded men seemed to want to turn down a woman who knew what she was doing. Remembering the conversation she'd had with Kennedy recently about feeding in their apartment, she looked at Lucas. "Do you know somewhere appropriate? For the search?"
Lucas thought about this. There weren't that many people in his wing in the dorms--the fact that he was living in dorms was only barely disturbing anymore. And... well to be honest, he didn't exactly care if they heard anything.
"We can go to my room, if that works...?"
Lupe licked her lips, watching him with lusty hunger. "Perfecto." She trailed a finger down her chest once more until she reached the buttons, covering herself back up for warmth. "Lead the way, por favor."
Wordless, Lucas did as he was told. The way back to the dorms was still along that same path, but he was walking just a little bit quicker on the way there.
"... How long have you been in the country?"
Lupe chuckled softly behind him, more than slightly amused at his reaction. She wasn't even trying to put the moves on him. He was obviously older than her and she liked that, knowing that she could probably push him harder because of it. She stayed a couple steps behind him for a moment, checking out his ass. Delicioso. Picking up the pace, she stood alongside him again. "Since August. My husband helped me get citizenship."
Well that was inter--... Lucas paused in his tracks, his mind snapping back into place.
"Husband?"
"Si," Lupe nodded turning back to look at hime when she noticed he stopped. She frowned, trying to figure out the problem and a moment later it clicked. Sighing, she chuckled and smirked, looking at him still full of desire. "A moral man?" Lupe walked closer, sliding her hands over his chest and up around his neck, arching up on his toes to whisper in his ear, "Sexy." She gave him a lick and a nibble, rocking back down. "It is name only," she assured him. "My husband is profesor here, también. He is ángel." Demons and angels couldn't touch without pain, so their marriage had yet to be consummated and never would be.
"You married an angel." That sounded ludicrous, what with his knowing what her race was. He was watching her now, brows raised. "I've got my lines I don't cross though, you're right."
'Name only' was not enough, though. "Why marry him?"
Lupe shoved her hands back into her jacket to stay warm. Why did people like to talk outdoors when the wind blew? "Kennedy has been a friend for muchos años. I want to be a legal person in America and he wanted to help. This was the best choice." She didn't want to tell Lucas about her childhood, the need to get away from living on the streets and dreams for a better life. It wasn't exactly a good story.
"Ahhh... you got married for the green card." It made plenty of sense. And, seeing her shift in position, he nodded for her to move forward again since the student dorms were in sight. "And he knows you go around campus looking for... dinner."
Lupe turned back to walk alongside Lucas once more. "Mmm. I was planning to go out for dinner. But I do like to order in," she replied teasingly. Once they got closer to the dorms, she hung back, letting him lead so she didn't take a wrong turn again.
He stepped inside and then held the door for her; the hallway was relatively quiet, which he didn't mind in the slightest. But he was also on the top floor. "And have you made a habit of it? Or have you been here that long...?"
Shaking her head, she murmured a soft thanks, and continued following him up the stairs. "No. I have not made a habit either way. Otherwise, I would find my car more easy." Since they were inside and it was warmer, Lupe started to unbutton her jacket again, making sure to subtly do so where Lucas could see.
"True, true..." He hadn't been there much longer than she had but he had also taken to roaming the grounds a while ago. It made memorizing the locations of things pretty easy. When he glanced to the side he caught a glimpse of that black halter again, and gave an appreciative grin.
Lupe caught his smile and returned it with one of her own. She trailed her fingers along tanned skin, following the low neckline. "You will show me how much you like, si?"
"Yeah, I'll show you..." His grin turned to a smirk as they made their way up the stairs. He could just imagine what that 'key hunt' was going to turn into.
She let her finger rest just above the line of her cleavage. "Bueno," Lupe breathed. She was hungry and Lucas here looked to be a feast. Rounding the corner, she started up the next flight, unbuttoning her jacket even more. They may be on the way to privacy, but that didn't mean she couldn't start the show.
It was only two flights, but with her teasing him like that they certainly seemed like they could last a while. He sucked in a breath and then tore his gaze away so he could focus on where they were going and what they would do when they got there.
As he had told Frankie, he was not a perfectly good man.
Right now, Lucas was being a perfectly good man and it was almost disappointing. Almost. If he didn't drop that persona behind closed doors, she'd help him. Her jacket drooped over one shoulder, baring perfectly smooth skin, part of her back. "I'm following you, tigre."
"Tigre?" He laughed faintly, and shook his head. "I know you're following me, Lupe." He had called her professor before, as was befitting her rank. Now, given what they were about to do... well, that just seemed a little too stiff, now didn't it? He glanced back at her, gaze darting over her shoulder, that wide expanse of skin, and slowed so that he wouldn't trip on accident. That wouldn't have looked good.
"Si, and you're taking your time," she teased, fully aware of where his eyes were and not minding in the least. "Here I thought you want to help me...find my key." Lupe licked her lips, nice and slow. It showed in her eyes just how much she was looking forward to his searching.
"And enjoying the show along the way," he countered, with a smirk. Out of the stairwell, he was fishing his own keys from his pocket as he glanced towards his door. "Or wasn't that your plan?" Why else would she start peeling that trenchcoat off?
Chuckling, Lupe slid up behind him when he started unlocking his door, letting her hands drift over his belt and just below. "No plan. Just feel."
Lucas's hand skittered on the doorknob, and then he laughed roughly before pulling the door open. Then he caught her hand and dragged her inside the plain, fairly undecorated room. The only thing that could be said about it was that the light was still on, as he hadn't touched a switch once they stepped inside.
Once she was inside he pulled the door shut and then used that handhold to pull her against him, grinning. "Mm... can't argue that one."
Lupe didn't care much about the room. Even a bed wasn't necessary. She just wanted a safe place to feed and since her husband was uncomfortable with her bringing dinner home, she needed to find someplace else. Lucas' room would do for tonight.
She went against him willingly, pouting only when it became clear she couldn't feel him through their jackets. Hers was caught around her upper arms, keeping her hands low on his body, not that it was much of a problem right now. Since she didn't know how Lucas' felt about kissing random women, and Lupe made it a point to respect some boundaries, she raised up on her toes to ghost her lips over his jaw, rubbing her body against his.
One arm curled at her waist to hold her there against him, and with a low sound of masculine appreciation he dipped his head to run his lips along the slender column of her throat. Nope, no key there. His opposite hand slid beneath the layer of her coat, running over her hip and then across her back to play over her spine.
Lupe murmured in appreciation, arching her head to the side to give his lips more room. "Mmm, I should dance for you sometime." She loved her dancing and was quite good at it. Not to mention, it was how she normally hunted, drawing the men in to her. Her hands teased over his stomach, slowly pulling his shirt from his pants.
"Mmm... ahaha..." He chuckled against her skin, and nipped it lightly. "Dance instructor." He figured it out, what with her statement and a vague recollection of the new dance instructor who had introduced herself on the boards. He didn't read the thing that much, was all.
Cool air hit the skin of his abdomen and he sucked in a slow breath, then went back to pushing fabric and chains out of the way so he could touch her skin. The coat was in the way though, and so he drew back to get that pulled off of her.
Lupe chuckled with him, groaning encouragingly at the nip. "Mm, no. Guess again." She slid her hands along his stomach, scratching her nails over the ridge of muscles she found there. "I will put my tongue here," Lupe murmured, tracing each muscle in a slow line down to his belt.
She removed her hands long enough to toss her jacket off to the side, leaving her dressed in a bright pink, multi-layered skirt that stopped mid thigh, and had several layers of fringe that just hid everything below her knee. Her stomach was bare except for several chain belts wrapped around her waist. Now that her hands were free again, she traced over his arms and chest.
Lucas was not complaining about her outfit, which he had only caught glimpses of outside. He growled in approval in fact, and gave a slight shudder as her fingertips did their wandering along his skin. Pulling her closer again, he once more pushed aside fringe and chain, fingers sliding beneath the fabric of her skirt to tease across her hip and abdomen.
Lupe arched her body against his, using her bellydancing skills to roll her stomach against him. Leaning up, she kissed his neck, breathing him in. He smelled so good and the desire he was sending off was only whetting her appetite. She couldn't wait to feed. Sliding her hands under his shirt again, she tugged up on it, wanting it gone.
He had shrugged off his jacket at the same time she'd removed hers, leaving it in a pile on the floor. His shirt was quick to follow, though he wasn't so lost in exploring the feel of her that he started ripping buttons off. So far it was a fair trade of clothing removal, and it was her turn--he brought his hand around to pull at the ties at the nape of her neck while the other began to search along that waistline for a way to remove her skirt.
Lupe chuckled, dragging her nails over his stomach and not offering him help in the slightest. "You do not want me to dance for you?" There was one other hook for her shirt, right between her breasts, but she wasn't going to tell him that. Let him explore to find it. And the key.
He made a growling noise when there was no release for her top where he was looking, and nipped at the side of her neck for laughing at him for it. "At the moment I want your top off." Which was not to say that he wouldn't enjoy her dancing later. Right now though... priorities, woman.
Lupe moaned softly at the growl and the following nip, running her fingers up over his chest. One stroked over his arm, reaching for his hand. Bringing it to her mouth, she kissed the tip of each finger. Watching him, Lupe sucked his forefinger between her lips, laving him with her tongue and giving him a preview of what was to come. Slowly pulling back, she lowered his hand to the catch, letting him figure it from there.
His turn to groan, which bled into a slow swear as he watched her... felt her... do that. the slight rise in the fabric around that catch was enough of a clue, and with a deft twist of his fingers he released it with a pleased little grin and chuckle. "Having fun with this, aren't you." His voice was gravel now.
Lupe let her top drop to the ground, leaning forward and pressing her chest against his. Going up on her toes, she kissed up to his ear to whisper. "Get my skirt off and find out."
The kiss earned a slow shiver, as his ears were sensitive. "Bossy little thing..." Fingers were already tracking down the means to get that skirt off though, while he used his body, the size of it, to begin pushing her backward, step by step, towards the bed.
"Mmm, just getting started," Lupe teased, walking back as he pushed her. Of course, she went slowly so that her body rubbed and stroked against his. The way he was going, he wouldn't find out how to get off her skirt. There were no zippers, no buttons. Just a very skilled, hidden tie.
"... Your clothing is evil."
He didn't mind that she went slowly--not in the slightest. Each glide of her body against his was a little bit of torture, his erection easy to feel now that there were no longer two bulky coat layers between them. He was also determined--that tie was going to be found soon enough, damnit.
Chuckling, Lupe ground herself against him. "It needs to stay on when I dance. I don't want it falling off too soon." She felt his hands searching and licked over his throat, down his chest in soft swirls. "Need help or can you do it?" She punctuated her question with a nip of his nipple.
His head tipped back briefly, briefly, and his hands stilled at her waist before they began moving again. "Fuck me, I'm not about to be bested by fabric..." Still, it took him a little longer to find that tie under the fringe and give a soft 'aha' of triumph as he untied it. He'd blame it on the distraction of her lips and teeth--god, the teeth--and his own lips doing some wandering of their own across her skin.
"I plan to," Lupe murmured at his curse. Now that he untied her skirt, he needed to wrap it. Well, at least loosen it enough for her to shimmy off. While she nibbled, licked and sucked his nipple, her hands went to his belt, expertly unfastening it and the fly beneath. Her legs bumped into the bed and since he'd manage to loosen the skirt, she shimmied it off, leaving her in nothing but her bracelets, chains and golden tan.
He didn't push her onto the bed just yet; instead his attentions slid down over smooth skin, tongue glossing over sun-touched skin and swirling across one nipple, then the other. His hands were only briefly spared from her sides to push the last of his clothing away--he'd kicked his shoes off as they moved across the room.
Lupe tangled her fingers in his hair as he dipped his head, repaying her for her teasing. She dropped her head back, hair brushing over her ass and arching her back to his mouth.
Repaid, indeed. One broad palm splayed over her back to help pull her in closer, and as he did he leaned forward, one knee coming up beside her to rest on the bed to steady himself as they moved to sprawl across it in a controlled manner.