“Just.. what do you want from me?”
“A suit. Of my own.”
Monthly Archives: April 2013
Assassin’s Tango
Victor’s eyes went soft and he watched as she got up. “Hey, love, look, I don’t want to make you be responsible for his death if you’re not comfortable with that. It-it’s not pretty, it’s actually rather violent and there’s a lot of screaming…” He trailed off and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, resting his chin on her shoulder.
“He’s hurting people. And can’t be made to stop. Right?” She couldn’t help leaning into him, into the warmth of him. “Victor … this is what I do. I don’t always like it, but this is what I do.” She pulled in a deep breath. “And if we do it my way, he can’t hurt you.”
“I just don’t want t’ see you go through this. I’ve done the killing, an’ I lose myself in it for a bit. Sure, I’ve been near death a few times, but not as many times now tha’ I’m a vampire. This rogue doesn’t have any idea we’re coming an’ I’m more than ready an’ willing t’ put him down. If you’re set on it an’ you want t’ then we can do it your way. I just’ definitely won’t be seeing his eyes in my dreams once he’s down, but I want t’ make sure you won’t either.
“I’ve killed people before, Victor!” She was almost upset that he was so protective. Death wasn’t easy. Shouldn’t ever /be/ easy. “Can we just — we’ll see what happens after we find him, okay?” She turned in his arms, looking up and biting her lip.
Valentine’s Evening || iamthefirechild
Summer swallowed hard. “Much,” she whispered. Wriggling backward off the bed, eyes dark and biting at her lip, she slid the dress all the way off to pool at her feet. Carefully, she stepped out of it. Red waves of hair slipped over one shoulder as she turned her head to look at Tony, one hand smoothing the strap of her bra off her shoulder.
Twisting around, she repeated the action on the other side, then unhooked the back. Under the fall of hair, her hands slid over bare skin, diamonds flaring briefly between strands of red. Slowly, she stepped toward the bed again, eyes shyly hidden beneath lashes. One hand traced the curve of her hip.
Tony watched her with rapt attention, slowly sitting up on his elbows again, to better see her. He swallowed thickly once she unhooked her bra, and finally sat up properly. He reached out to settle one hand on her other hip and drew her closer, shifting his knees apart so he could pull her between them and then tug her down to kiss her again. His hand trailed slowly up her side from her hip.
She swayed into the kiss, pressing into his hand as she leaned closer. She trailed one hand down along his leg, fingertips sliding from his knee up the inside of his thigh while she bit at his mouth. Her other hand traced across her own abdomen, fingers splayed across the skin, and down over the hem of her panties.
“Like this, I think.” He curled one hand around her hip, and with the other he cupped her chin, guiding her up until their lips met. The initial kiss was brief, nearly chaste, but then he leaned in a second time. The tip of his tongue traced her lower lip before pushing past, and his hand on her hip slipped back to her lower back, pulling her closer.
Running || iamthefirechild
“You are gonna rupture something if you keep refusing to laugh,” she commented. “Tell me, do you not need a bodyguard because you can defend yourself, or because they never even get to you? I’ve got other skills, if you’d rather. Though if I’m showing off, I really would prefer not to just out in the open.” She circled a hand around to indicate the area around him. “It tends to startle people.”
“Contrary to popular belief I’m not that much of an asshole.”
“Not all the time, anyway. Only sometimes. As for needing a bodyguard, well. That’s all up to speculation. While I don’t think I need one, someone else might think I do. Or is it the other way around.”
Finally remembering that his earbuds were still in he gently pulled them out of his ears, lightly crossing his arms.
“I had a girl tell me that once. It ended in ping pong balls. This isn’t going to end in ping pong balls, is it?”
Her mouth twitched, a bent-up smile. “No, it’s not going to end in ping-pong balls. It really is okay. I already know you’re laughing inside, so it’s honestly not going to bother me.”
She rocked back a step. “See, I’m an empath. I know what you’re feeling, and I can know what the people around you are feeling.”
Tell me how you would kiss me in my askbox~
Tony shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe? I mean shit can go down when people lose control over their emotions ya know?” It made sense to him but he probably wasn’t explaining it well. “Maybe you’re like the hulk but just with fire and stuff ya know?”
“When I get mad I make fire?” It was sort of absurd-sounding. She sighed, leaning over to put her forehead on his hand. “Maybe I should do some experiments then. You’re the science guy, will you help me?”
Tony laughed. “What? You want me to piss you off to see if you go all human torch?” He mulled the idea over in his head for a few seconds. “Yeah, sure, what the hell. I don’t have anything goin’ on. Just tell me what I gotta do.”
Summer glanced at the TV. “What about your show? I mean, we don’t — I didn’t mean right now.” She didn’t actually want to deal with it today. Not after the way the rest of the day had been. She wanted to have his whole attention, yes, but in a good way.
Assassin’s Tango
She looked down, tapping the chopsticks on the edge of the box. “Victor … do vampires burn? Is that a true part of the mythology?”
“Yeah, they do…they definitely got that part of the mythology right. Although, it doesn’t really affect me the same way. It’s normally used to finish off vampires to ensure they don’t survive, but I learned kind of the hard way that it doesn’t really…y’know, turn me into a pile of dust.”
Her voice was very quiet, almost empty. “All you have to do is get me within sight range of him. He’ll die.” Summer laid the chopsticks down, got up, and stepped away, rubbing her arms as if she was cold.
Victor’s eyes went soft and he watched as she got up. “Hey, love, look, I don’t want to make you be responsible for his death if you’re not comfortable with that. It-it’s not pretty, it’s actually rather violent and there’s a lot of screaming…” He trailed off and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, resting his chin on her shoulder.
“He’s hurting people. And can’t be made to stop. Right?” She couldn’t help leaning into him, into the warmth of him. “Victor … this is what I do. I don’t always like it, but this is what I do.” She pulled in a deep breath. “And if we do it my way, he can’t hurt you.”
Molly Quinn. Makeup by @carissaferreri #mollyquinn #beauty #losangeles
Photography by Eric Blackmon
