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She choked on a laugh. “Not doing the obedient thing,” she hissed, peeling one arm out of the top. “Also, Halloween. Shut up. And don’t stop, for fucks’ sake! don’t stop.” Every second or third time his mouth hit her skin she shuddered, want burning deeper, and squirmed. It didn’t take long for her to be nearly flat on her back, helpless under his hands.

The Mesmer let out a pleased laugh against her skin at Summer’s words. “Wouldn’t dream of it, love,” he answered in a rough voice, breath hitching in his own desire. Her arm being out of the suit gave Vex plenty of room to start getting it the rest of the way off, continuing to assault her collar with kisses and nips, occasionally sucking at the flesh, leaving fresh hickeys as he worked on removing her clothes. 

He /kept/ moving, making it hard for her to get her hands where they were most wanted; he was wearing entirely too much now. “God you are a cruel — gah — son-of-a-bitch,” she hissed, trying to figure out /how/ his top came undone. She curled her fingernails into his skin. “How the fuck do your clothes even work?” Summer finally complained.

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Summer gave him her throat, head tilted far to the side, but when he started trying to bare her shoulder, she sniggered. “There’s a zipper, idiot,” she said, and dragged his free hand up to it. “It took me entirely too long to find this bodysuit, and get /in/ this bodysuit, for you to tear — hnngh — it.” The whole side-by-side only being kissed thing was not going to last much longer, if she had anything to say about it.

Which — she abruptly didn’t, because he found that one place just behind her ear, and all coherent thought went out the window.

Vex nearly growled at her mention of the zipper, but he was quick to undo it enough that the fabric covering her shoulders and collarbone was out of the way. “No more bloody suits; they get in my fucking way,” he muttered, voice bordering on commanding when he said it. He continued to tease her, kissing and licking and biting at her skin; the biting part was never gentle, no matter how many times it came up, and he ‘may’ have managed to draw blood another time, to which he was quite pleased. Meanwhile, his pale hands roamed her body, skimming over her sides, her chest, her belly.

She choked on a laugh. “Not doing the obedient thing,” she hissed, peeling one arm out of the top. “Also, Halloween. Shut up. And don’t stop, for fucks’ sake! don’t stop.” Every second or third time his mouth hit her skin she shuddered, want burning deeper, and squirmed. It didn’t take long for her to be nearly flat on her back, helpless under his hands.

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“Obviously, I should have asked before I said anything,” Summer said, but she smiled when she said it. She reached up and ran a fingertip over his mouth, then traced the edge of his goatee. “More forgetting, please. Unless you’d care to explain?” 

The Mesmer chuckled at that. She was right, of course; it would have been best to ask before she let him do something like that, but neither of them really seemed to care now. More forgetting. That may as well have been music to his ears. “Hmm… I’ll explain later,” he decided as he pressed a series of slow, thoughtful kisses over where he’d bitten her. Then, he slipped his mouth down to her shoulder, tugging her shirt to the side with one hand before kissing there, too; it wasn’t long before the kisses turned into another rough bite, his free hand’s fingertips tracing patterns on her side all the while.

Summer gave him her throat, head tilted far to the side, but when he started trying to bare her shoulder, she sniggered. “There’s a zipper, idiot,” she said, and dragged his free hand up to it. “It took me entirely too long to find this bodysuit, and get /in/ this bodysuit, for you to tear — hnngh — it.” The whole side-by-side only being kissed thing was not going to last much longer, if she had anything to say about it.

Which — she abruptly didn’t, because he found that one place just behind her ear, and all coherent though went out the window.

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“Vampire,” she accused, gently. “Or perhaps cat.” He still had hold of her, so she couldn’t reach up to touch the new mark. “Does that make me yours forever?” She pulled away a little, to catch his eyes, her own green ones dancing. “Or just yours to all Fae?”

“Maybe a little of both,” the sadomasochist admitted when she accused him, voice equally gentle. He stretched slightly, akin to a kitten, which only brought him closer to Summer. “Hm..  Politically, it only makes you mine to the Fae Community..” he told her, voice oddly contented, “Though it bonds us in quite a few ways, and that is forever.”

Blood-letting with certain species of Fae could lead to telepathy, knowing when the person’s in danger, stronger emotional attachment.. All that, and the fact that she was now Claimed by him in the Fae World. He tilted his head to catch a drop of blood that had slipped from his bite mark on his tongue, and then licked his lips as he relaxed with her. 

“Obviously, I should have asked before I said anything,” Summer said, but she smiled when she said it. She reached up and ran a fingertip over his mouth, then traced the edge of his goatee. “More forgetting, please. Unless you’d care to explain?” 

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Tension, and then relaxation, unwound all down her limbs. Nobody else /but/ Vex had ever really been able to make her enjoy pain — like it, a little, yes, but not enjoy. Somehow she trusted Vex not to take it too far, or least to take it exactly as far as it should go. The sound Summer made trembled between a moan and a yelp. “Drawing blood there?” she managed, on a chuckle.

While most people would have stopped, or maybe even laughed, at the woman’s somewhat joking question, he took it as a challenge. Biting down a bit harder, he couldn’t stop the moan that came as the taste of blood filled his mouth. His hands clutched her shirt for a moment, shuddering, and then he slowly unlatched his mouth from her neck. Gently licking away the trail of blood, he let out a contented sigh, cravings partially satisfied. 

“Vampire,” she accused, gently. “Or perhaps cat.” He still had hold of her, so she couldn’t reach up to touch the new mark. “Does that make me yours forever?” She pulled away a little, to catch his eyes, her own green ones dancing. “Or just yours to all Fae?”

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“I — ” Her words cut short with a half-swallowed moan. ” — wouldn’t give /them/ /leave/ to mark me.” A shiver went down her spine. “Obliterate it, Vex. Overwrite it, overwrite them. I don’t want that memory.”

The Mesmer didn’t have to be told twice with that one. The moment she’d said she didn’t want the memory, he sunk his teeth into her neck. It was beyond harsh, and his arms tightened around her to keep her from squirming as he claimed her with his teeth. Somehow though, there managed to be compassion beyond the act. 

Tension, and then relaxation, unwound all down her limbs. Nobody else /but/ Vex had ever really been able to make her enjoy pain — like it, a little, yes, but not enjoy. Somehow she trusted Vex not to take it too far, or least to take it exactly as far as it should go. The sound Summer made trembled between a moan and a yelp. “Drawing blood there?” she managed, on a chuckle.

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Half-leaned over, elbows on knees, she shook her hair back, the red waves falling to the floor, still sliding her fingers over that mark. She could feel it, barely, a strangeness in the skin there, and the way it troubled Vex. Her gaze flicked up to him at his teasing reply, holding on his face when he sent the others away.

“I’m not shy,” Summer said, sitting up to lean into his side. “What are you thinking, you gorgeous madman?”

The Mesmer relaxed as she leaned into his side, letting her get comfortable as he murmured a reply, “Oh nothing, love..” He loved the way she’d said that, with such affection; it wasn’t often he heard things like that. Leaning into her, he took hold of her wrist and moved her hand away from her neck; pressing a slow kiss into where she’d been bitten, he murmured, “Just that I’d rather I ‘ave marked you than one of..them..” He spit the word ‘them’ out with disgust, and then nuzzled her throat in an oddly affectionate way.

“I — ” Her words cut short with a half-swallowed moan. ” — wouldn’t give /them/ /leave/ to mark me.” A shiver went down her spine. “Obliterate it, Vex. Overwrite it, overwrite them. I don’t want that memory.”

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“I’m not unarmed,” she said, “merely unweaponed. I don’t study martial arts for my health. I just — it’s a party, and this is your space, and your livelihood, and I didn’t want to start something you couldn’t countenance. Far less have the police down on you — there’s just too much I don’t know.” Slanting a sideways look at him, Summer added, “Is that flattery? I didn’t think you went in for that. Or is there something you want?” She ran her fingers over the faint mark on her neck, eyes sliding shut. “After all, if it had been /you/ biting me there, I think the outcome would have been rather different.”

The Mesmer couldn’t argue with her there. Martial arts were something he’d looked into during high-school, and had done him quite well despite not using them in his adult-life. As she explained her reasoning, he gave a nod, “That’s very … considerate of you, Summer.” He paused before adding, “The police ‘ave no reign ‘ere. I mean, they do, but it’s all show for the ‘umans… But you ‘ave to remember, Summer, this is Fae feeding grounds; people are bound to react towards somebody who seems ‘uman.” 

“Flattery ‘as been very kind to me in the past,” Vex joked when she asked him that, shrugging his shoulders with a quirked smile in her direction. The mark on her neck, the sight of it, upset the Mesmer, but he kept it in his head; it just bothered him to see somebody he’d started to think of as his in the Fae Community marked up by another. “Hmm.. I may just ‘ave to find out,” he mused at her words, slipping closer to her on the couch. Glancing at the others in the lounge, he clapped his hands together, claiming their attention, “Get on out, kiddies. Free drinks downstairs.” Once the room was empty of anyone else, Vex slipped his arm around the girl with a chuckle, “But any’ow…”

Half-leaned over, elbows on knees, she shook her hair back, the red waves falling to the floor, still sliding her fingers over that mark. She could feel it, barely, a strangeness in the skin there, and the way it troubled Vex. Her gaze flicked up to him at his teasing reply, holding on his face when he sent the others away.

“I’m not shy,” Summer said, sitting up to lean into his side. “What are you thinking, you gorgeous madman?”

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Throwing herself into the leather beside him, Summer gave a prolonged shudder. “Look, I know they’re your people and all, but that kind of thing is why the Unseelie have a bad rep. Did nobody ever tell them that? I feel like a gnat that somehow escaped the spider’s web. Or possibly a mouse getting away from the Cheshire cat.” She put her face in her hands for a moment.

“Should’ve just fucking smacked one of them to begin with.” Lifting a booted foot, she inspected it. “Maybe I’ll wear spike heels next time. That’ll make an impression. What do you think, Vex? Would I look okay in spike heels?”

The Mesmer let out a heavy sigh at her words, though he couldn’t blame her for them. “I know, m’dear, but not every Dark Fae is the same either. Don’t let those bloody people get to you.. I mean, ‘ave I tried to kill you yet?” he told her with a shrug of his shoulders. Then again, most people, he would have.. but he didn’t mention that. 

“That would’ve made the situation worse,” Vex muttered, seeing as it seemed like she was talking more to herself than anything. “You’d look lovely in anything, Summer, but spikes—or some kind of weapon to begin with—would probably be smart,” he admitted. Absently, his hand touched the pistol that he kept inside jacket; he was Fae, sure, but it was always nice to have some kind of back-up.. You could only mesmerize so many people at once, after all.

“I’m not unarmed,” she said, “merely unweaponed. I don’t study martial arts for my health. I just — it’s a party, and this is your space, and your livelihood, and I didn’t want to start something you couldn’t countenance. Far less have the police down on you — there’s just too much I don’t know.” Slanting a sideways look at him, Summer added, “Is that flattery? I didn’t think you went in for that. Or is there something you want?” She ran her fingers over the faint mark on her neck, eyes sliding shut. “After all, if it had been /you/ biting me there, I think the outcome would have been rather different.”