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 It had been awhile since Allison had found herself in a man's bedroom.  The last time had been near the end of the relationship with Scott, when they had been fighting desperately to hold onto what they had in the face of everything that was conspiring against them and trying to pull them apart.  

Elijah's bedroom looked nothing like Scott's though.  His room was dark colors and elegant sophistication, not the room of someone between kid and adulthood.  Elijah's room wasn't pieces picked out by a motherly figure but everything that he liked and had chosen on his own.  Standing there in his private sanctuary, Allison had a little more of a glimpse at the mysterious, enigmatic man who was resting nearby.  She wanted desperately to snoop but following him for two weeks had pressed her limits of delving into a man's privacy.  She didn't want to push anymore and upset him.

Especially not when he was most likely feeling just a bit off kilter after being bitten and lost in fever induced dreams while she tended to him.  She had a feeling that he wasn't a man used to admitting weakness or giving too much of himself too freely, no matter what the situation was.  And playing nursemaid to him had been a strange and intimate situation for two people who still didn't really know much about each other.  The noble vampire and the huntress.

"We make an odd pair, don't we?"  She mused out loud, looking over towards his bed.  She could feel the restless energy rolling off of him and she knew he was fighting not to lunge to his feet but she wouldn't let him.  She had even threatened him with a smile.  All of which he had taken in stride and with a tinge of wry amusement.  Maybe because he was still too weak to really argue with her and he was holding himself in check because of what the weakness meant.

"You haven't fed."  She remarked then as she moved towards him, deciding to press into his privacy just enough to sit on the edge of the bed.  "You need too, don't you?"  She saw the flicker of his lashes and the way he clenched his jaw in response which was enough of an answer for her.

Shifting then, she pulled a hair tie from her pocket and went about the task of gathering her dark curls into a haphazard bun at the top of her head.  It was a quick fix to pull all the hair out of the way so she could expose the elegant curve of her neck to him then.  A few tendrils had escaped but she tucked them back impatiently, maybe to hide just a bit of the nerves she was feeling at the moment though she was tucking them back too with a pure sense of will.  

She didn't know how to phrase it then as she looked at him but she figured the a straight forward approach was best.  "Feed on me."

Date: 2014-09-02 04:56 pm (UTC)
asiwillcarrymyregret: (look} dark / displeased)
From: [personal profile] asiwillcarrymyregret
The sound of her voice was like satin on his ears, soft and sensual as the long, callused fingers that threaded through his hair, impossibly fragile and so very strong...

Elijah had known the touch of many women in his long life, and to know the surrender of a young woman like this...to feel that deadly body go soft and warm in his arms, to hear her curse and feel her yield beneath his hands and his mouth was a gift beyond measure.

Pressing her gently back against the bed again, Elijah's opposite hand slid free the opposite strap of her bra, then beneath her back to free the clasp so he could pull it free of her body.

He tossed it aside just as his lips brushed over that first ridge of scar tissue and stilled. Lifting his head, he regarded the scar with equal shares of shock, anger, and concern. His gaze slid up the line of her body to meet hers, and very deliberately his fingers traced a path over the curve of one bare breast, then down her sternum until they were tracing that angry, knotted line of pink and red tissue marring her perfect, pale skin.

"Tell me about this." he murmured, pressing a kiss directly between her breasts. He did not know her well enough to kill for her, but he knew her well enough to understand her value as a soldier, and the value of her unique beauty.

For that, he wanted names, details...assurances that, once he was done making her forget that ugly mark and the pain behind it, once he'd had his fill of her blood and her beautiful body, he could seek his vengeance against those who had put that ugliness there.

Date: 2014-09-09 07:47 pm (UTC)
asiwillcarrymyregret: (pensive} pursed lips / hmmm...)
From: [personal profile] asiwillcarrymyregret
"And the one who commanded them?" he asked softly, gaze dropping as he shut his eyes and laid his lips against her scar again, pressing a few soft kisses against the ridges of fresh scar tissue just before he opened his mouth and pressed it gently against her breastbone, sweeping his tongue over that delicate swath of skin, hands gliding down over her ribcage and back up to tease over her breasts, tracing the soft curves and swells while deliberately avoiding those pert, pebbled nipples.

He wanted answers...but he wanted to listen to her come apart as she gave them to him. He wanted to hear those sighs, hear her voice crack, listen as words melted into something less coherent...perhaps, if he was very lucky, make her forget what he'd asked and beg him to touch her.

"The creature who controlled these Oni?" he continued, mouth moving against her scar as he kissed and lapped his way back up, eyes lifting to meet hers again. He shifted, one big hand finally palming her breast as he teased her again with a soft kiss against that upper swell, mouth brushing down and around and close, but not putting it where she might truly want it all while his voice vibrated and his breath puffed softly across bare, sensitive flesh. "Is the kitsune dead as well?"

Date: 2014-09-10 05:54 am (UTC)
asiwillcarrymyregret: (smirky} smug / positively gifted)
From: [personal profile] asiwillcarrymyregret
The way she huffed at him rather than pleading, or even becoming hostile at his tender torment made Elijah smile against her skin.

And her assurances...it did a great deal to ease his mind.

He rewarded her by dragging his tongue along the curve of her breast, flicking it over one nipple, then the other before he cupped both in his large hands, giving his attention to her scar again for a long, leisurely while.

"Did this Nogitsune die by your hand?" he asked quietly, hands and mouth finally sliding down her body again as he kissed her belly just below her ribcage, hands spanning her waist before moving lower, tracing the waistband of her jeans until his fingers stilled at the button of her fly.

And, when she didn't answer him fast enough, Elijah stopped, watching her for a moment before he bent his head again and, with great care and dexterity, undid the button with his teeth, then dragged the zipper down the same way.

Date: 2014-09-10 06:56 pm (UTC)
asiwillcarrymyregret: (smirky} just a bit / superior)
From: [personal profile] asiwillcarrymyregret
Elijah laughed quietly in turn, a low chuckle as he spread the fly of her jeans open and lavished warm, open mouthed kisses over her lower abdomen while his fingers hooked in the waist of both her jeans and her panties, dragging them down her legs as his mouth moved lower, a slow, deliberate line down the center of her body...before he moved away, stripping off the rest of her clothes and then mouthing a hot, damp path along her inner thigh.

This close, the scent of her made his mouth water...her blood, her arousal...

"How was it eliminated?" He couldn't resist asking, his tone one of intent, but innocent curiosity as he shifted up to kiss her hip, hands gliding up and down her thighs idly.

It was a question that required thought. More of that soft voice, breathless and indignant with need. He wanted to hear her break.

So, midway through her answer, Elijah finally slid a finger inside her, stroking a couple of times with a firm touch to make her writhe and cry out for him.

Date: 2014-10-09 11:22 pm (UTC)
asiwillcarrymyregret: (smirky} just a bit / superior)
From: [personal profile] asiwillcarrymyregret
There it was: the moment when sensation overcame speech, where her body betrayed her and all she could do was cry out for him. It was primitive and beautiful, watching this carefully composed hunter, this cool and perfect soldier, fracture under his touch to become something softer, warmer, more alive and infinitely fragile.

He showed her mercy, finally putting his questions to rest as he obliged her, brushing his thumb over her clit and pushing deeper into her, hooking his fingers with every stroke to find the spot inside that would make her scream properly for him. After a couple of strokes, he added another finger, pressing with a firm, slow touch until she was writhing for him, choking the air with the scent of sex and heat...all of it simmering in her blood.

He missed the sound of her voice, though...

"Tell me what you want." he directed, his own voice rough with passion, surprising him. It had been decades, centuries since he'd been so deeply affected by touching someone and not merely the promise of their blood.

Not since Celeste...

The memory was there and gone before he knew it, drawn as he was to press a kiss to her navel, then lower.

"Tell me how you want me."

He nuzzled her abdomen, just over her mound, the thrust of his fingers growing less insistent and more teasing as he watched her, waiting for an answer with eyes gone black with need.

Date: 2014-10-10 05:40 pm (UTC)
asiwillcarrymyregret: (smirky} smug / positively gifted)
From: [personal profile] asiwillcarrymyregret
The way she talked to him...it had been a long time since Elijah had touched anything so genuine. Fumbling for what she wanted, blushing like a virgin and struggling to give voice to her own needs...

He felt something familiar in his chest give way at her admission, the barest smile touching his face as he gave her what she wanted.

She tasted like heaven as he teased her with his tongue. He savored it, tracing folds and opening with his tongue, circling her clit until he finally wrapped his big hands around her hips and gently tugged her closer, sliding his tongue inside in earnest to fuck her with his mouth before he pulled away and shifted to suckle gently at her clit.

He brought her to the edge of orgasm, then replaced his mouth with his fingers to finish her as he turned his head, pressed his face against the soft skin of her inner thigh, and bit the moment she came, glutting himself on both her pleasure and her blood as she came apart for him.

Date: 2014-10-11 05:55 am (UTC)
asiwillcarrymyregret: (smile} almost human / happy)
From: [personal profile] asiwillcarrymyregret
He didn't feed long, unwilling to trust his self control with the level of temptation she presented. What little he had was already restoring his sense of well being, and experiencing her orgasm was thrilling in ways that were almost new to him. She clung, she writhed, she cried out so beautifully with the force of her release...

His only regret was that he didn't make her scream for him.

Lapping away the stray blood that seeped from her bite wounds, Elijah lapped at her with unabashed greed, savoring the taste of her release, the flutter of her muscles as he gently slid his tongue inside her again. She was supple and passive with the afterglow of her orgasm, a lazy shell of warmth and pleasure...and he was still painfully hard, restless with a hunger that had nothing to do with blood.

Sliding from between her legs, Elijah methodically stripped, enjoying the luxury of watching her lay there, sated and spent as he removed his clothing. When he joined her in bed again, the bite mark on her throat drew his eye, and had his hunger rising again as his cock stirred still further with a flood of brutal lust, with the need to taste that shattering ecstasy in her blood again.

Leaning in, he kissed her as his body settled between her legs. Careful not to crush her under his weight, he shifted a hand between them to guide himself into her body. She was hot and wet and yielded to him perfectly, taking him in until there was nothing left but to press his face to her throat, to breathe her in, to let the madness of Allison Argent take him.

There was nothing left except to move as he lifted his head, kissing her hard and with a hint of fang as he propped himself up over her with an elbow on either side of her head.

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