Monthly Archives: January 2013
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Movie Night
iamvictor-roth replied to your post: There’s a knock at the door and a piece of paper tucked into the door but no one there. The writing was Victor’s quick, half cursive scrawl and it read: Ello Summer, Central Park looks nice this time of night and its not so crowded. Care to join me? His phone number was scrawled in the lower right hand corner in case she wanted to contact him.
Victor checked his phone and realized the foreign number was Summer’s. He added it to his phone. [text] Sorry, I don’t really feel the cold. Movie at my place?
[text] come pick me up
[text] Alri, be there in 15min. Sleep over? *waggle eyebrows* haha
[text] we’ll see
[text] haha alri, give me 15min and I’ll be there love.
That meant she had to get dressed. Bother. Dislodging Phoebe, Summer rolled herself off the couch to pull on a long skirt and long-sleeve shirt, then stuffed her feet in running shoes and went to sit on her steps.
So I have new followers! Omg! How strange.
Welcome, welcome, and it’d be really great to know how you found me.
iamvictor-roth replied to your post: Theres a knock at the door and a piece of paper tucked into the door but no one there. The writing was Victors quick, half cursive scrawl and it read: Ello Summer, Central Park looks nice this time of night and its not so crowded. Care to join me? His phone number was scrawled in the lower right hand corner in case she wanted to contact him.
Victor checked his phone and realized the foreign number was Summer’s. He added it to his phone. [text] Sorry, I don’t really feel the cold. Movie at my place?
[text] come pick me up
[text] Alri, be there in 15min. Sleep over? *waggle eyebrows* haha
[text] we’ll see
iamvictor-roth replied to your post: Theres a knock at the door and a piece of paper tucked into the door but no one there. The writing was Victors quick, half cursive scrawl and it read: Ello Summer, Central Park looks nice this time of night and its not so crowded. Care to join me? His phone number was scrawled in the lower right hand corner in case she wanted to contact him.
Victor checked his phone and realized the foreign number was Summer’s. He added it to his phone. [text] Sorry, I don’t really feel the cold. Movie at my place?
[text] come pick me up
//No sons on offer?
Okay then.
[I has a starkspawn, but I don’t know how you will feel about him … ]
There’s a knock at the door and a piece of paper tucked into the door but no one there. The writing was Victor’s quick, half cursive scrawl and it read: ” ‘Ello Summer, Central Park looks nice this time of night and it’s not so crowded. Care to join me?” His phone number was scrawled in the lower right hand corner in case she wanted to contact him.
Summer read through the scribble and laughed to herself. It might be pretty, but it was also /cold/. She clicked open her phone and sent off a quick message, then added him to her contacts list.
[text] You know I don’t like cold. 😉
Summer actually yelped a little when he snarled. It wasn’t fear so much as shock at the sheer unexpectedness of it. She went completely limp the moment he touched her wrists, offering an apologetic glance, though she also shared a bubble of laughter with him. /Knowing/, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was not going to purposely hurt her made it oddly exciting, and she cried out when he took her.
She yelped again when he bit her, though, because although she knew he was a vampire, she knew he could not turn her, she /knew/ he was in predator mode, it was still genuinely painful at first. Then the endorphins rolled over her, and she arched into him, panting. “Oh, oh, oh god Victor.”
Victor hummed, tasting a bit of her blood, the taste and scent sending a rush through him. “You may touch me now.” He licked at the wound, knowing how tender it would be, and knowing that the slightest stimulation would still send jolts through her spine. “Do you like that Summer?”
“God, Victor.” Every limb trembled just under the rush from the bite; she hadn’t even climaxed yet. “Please, oh god, please.” Wrists still linked, she hooked her arms over his head, burying her fingers in his hair.
Almost lazily Victor took her cuffed wrists and broke the chain, allowing her to fully touch him. Then he angled his hips so that he could hit the spot that would send her over the edge. He sucked at the spot where he had bitten her and tongued the marks in time with his thrusts. “I’m no god, Summer, but I don’t mind being called one,” he half chuckled against her skin.
Hazily, she thought, ‘I’ll have to replace that chain later,’ but most of her was occupied with raking her hands through his hair, tugging in time with their rhythm. She bit her lip, arching her back, and that was it; pleasure exploded up her spine, wringing a drawn-out gasp from her mouth.
Victor felt her inner walls flutter around him and after a few more thrusts and a short gasp which somewhat resembled her name he came as well. He half collapsed, panting in her ear, floating in the sensations of his still stinging scalp from where she had been pulling his hair and the feel of her surrounding him.
After a few more moments he rolled onto his side and pulled her towards him, nuzzling the back of her neck.
“You’re amazing,” he murmured.
Breathlessly, she replied, “You’re not so bad yourself. I think you owe me a new chain, though.” She shook one wrist at him, the dangling piece chiming softly. Carefully she reached up to touch the place he’d bitten her. “So you like this outfit, hmmm?”