“Should I be expecting expensive gifts, then?” Summer teased. “I feel like I’ve wasted my life next you.” She mouthed at his jaw, fingertips stroking behind his ear. “Victor darling.”
He laughed a bit, “Sure, you can have whatever you’d like.” Victor looked down at her then, smiling. “I very much doubt you’ve wasted your life, besides, mine hasn’t always been roses and rainbows.” Victor tensed a bit when she mouthed at his jaw and shivered at her words, a small moan exiting his lips as he closed his eyes. “Yes love?”
“I just like to say your name. Victor darling.” She exaggerated her accent again. “Is that why you decided you liked me? Roses and rainbows?”
“No, Summer, I don’t like you cos of roses and rainbows. I like you cos I believe I can trust you with myself and my emotions, and I hope you feel the same way.” Victor grinned at her accent, it sending a pleasant hum of desire through him. Then he brought his lips to her neck, planting teasingly feather-light kisses along the column of her neck.
Summer tipped her head back, green eyes closing. She didn’t bother replying, just purred softly for him, cuddling close. “I could — mmm — listen to you talk for hours.”
He planted a kiss on her neck and hummed at the sound of her purring. He leaned up and whispered, “An’ I could do this with ya all day, love,” in her ear huskily, his accent thick.
His voice induced a full-body shiver. “Gods, Victor darling,” Summer gasped. “That /is/ cheating. Your fucking /voice/.” She writhed a bit, trying to decide if she should just give in to the hormones he was stirring.
Victor chuckled at her shiver, feeling pleased with himself. “What can I say love? I ha-” His sentence was cut short by her writhing as her thigh brushed his jeans. He squeezed his eyes shut as his breath hitched and a mumbled “fuck” escaped his lips. Victor opened his eyes then, they were a smoldering hazel but his pupils were so dilated the hazel was barely visible. He definitely didn’t want to do anything that she didn’t want to do. He was torn between his warring emotions of wanting to do what she wanted and his raging desire.
Summer laughed, breathlessly. “So maybe my body is convinced that this talking thing should stop, and you should just take all my clothes off right now.” She spread a hand on his chest, pressing down a little. “Pretty sure I hear the same thing from you.” Licking her lips, she met his eyes. “I think you should persuade me … “
“Should I be expecting expensive gifts, then?” Summer teased. “I feel like I’ve wasted my life next you.” She mouthed at his jaw, fingertips stroking behind his ear. “Victor darling.”
He laughed a bit, “Sure, you can have whatever you’d like.” Victor looked down at her then, smiling. “I very much doubt you’ve wasted your life, besides, mine hasn’t always been roses and rainbows.” Victor tensed a bit when she mouthed at his jaw and shivered at her words, a small moan exiting his lips as he closed his eyes. “Yes love?”
“I just like to say your name. Victor darling.” She exaggerated her accent again. “Is that why you decided you liked me? Roses and rainbows?”
“No, Summer, I don’t like you cos of roses and rainbows. I like you cos I believe I can trust you with myself and my emotions, and I hope you feel the same way.” Victor grinned at her accent, it sending a pleasant hum of desire through him. Then he brought his lips to her neck, planting teasingly feather-light kisses along the column of her neck.
Summer tipped her head back, green eyes closing. She didn’t bother replying, just purred softly for him, cuddling close. “I could — mmm — listen to you talk for hours.”
He planted a kiss on her neck and hummed at the sound of her purring. He leaned up and whispered, “An’ I could do this with ya all day, love,” in her ear huskily, his accent thick.
His voice induced a full-body shiver. “Gods, Victor darling,” Summer gasped. “That /is/ cheating. Your fucking /voice/.” She writhed a bit, trying to decide if she should just give in to the hormones he was stirring.
“Should I be expecting expensive gifts, then?” Summer teased. “I feel like I’ve wasted my life next you.” She mouthed at his jaw, fingertips stroking behind his ear. “Victor darling.”
He laughed a bit, “Sure, you can have whatever you’d like.” Victor looked down at her then, smiling. “I very much doubt you’ve wasted your life, besides, mine hasn’t always been roses and rainbows.” Victor tensed a bit when she mouthed at his jaw and shivered at her words, a small moan exiting his lips as he closed his eyes. “Yes love?”
“I just like to say your name. Victor darling.” She exaggerated her accent again. “Is that why you decided you liked me? Roses and rainbows?”
“No, Summer, I don’t like you cos of roses and rainbows. I like you cos I believe I can trust you with myself and my emotions, and I hope you feel the same way.” Victor grinned at her accent, it sending a pleasant hum of desire through him. Then he brought his lips to her neck, planting teasingly feather-light kisses along the column of her neck.
Summer tipped her head back, green eyes closing. She didn’t bother replying, just purred softly for him, cuddling close. “I could — mmm — listen to you talk for hours.”
“Should I be expecting expensive gifts, then?” Summer teased. “I feel like I’ve wasted my life next you.” She mouthed at his jaw, fingertips stroking behind his ear. “Victor darling.”
He laughed a bit, “Sure, you can have whatever you’d like.” Victor looked down at her then, smiling. “I very much doubt you’ve wasted your life, besides, mine hasn’t always been roses and rainbows.” Victor tensed a bit when she mouthed at his jaw and shivered at her words, a small moan exiting his lips as he closed his eyes. “Yes love?”
“I just like to say your name. Victor darling.” She exaggerated her accent again. “Is that why you decided you liked me? Roses and rainbows?”
Summer laughed a little when he rolled them over, snuggling down into his long body. She had to take a moment to loop her hair back into a lover’s knot, so it didn’t fall right into his eyes, and then spent a long moment just admiring his eyes, dark and depthless. Then she pressed her lips to his again, kissing slow and easy.
Victor watched her with admiration and loved the feeling of her snuggled into him. His eyes closed lazily when she kissed him and he returned the kiss. He cupped the side of her neck with his hand and stroked her jaw tenderly with his thumb as he held her to him gently with his other hand placed on her back.
“Mmmm,” Summer purred. It took some writhing, but she got one arm behind Victor’s head, and then entwined her legs with his. “Talk to me, Victor darling. Tell me stories of your grand adventures as a born and bred assassin.” She laid her head down on his shoulder, listening to his heartbeat and feeling warm.
Victor nuzzled Summer’s head and just took a moment to breathe in preparation for his stories. “Well honestly, it was very rocky in the beginning. My surrogate father attempted to kill me with a knife while I was trying to run away and I’ve got the scars to prove it. But once I got going, I was in my element. It came so easily to me, even more so than any of my other mates from back at the Institute. I’ve had contracts all around the world but my favorite was the contract that brought me to New Zealand. Not that the killing was particularly interesting but I spent a lot of time there afterwards.” Victor’s tone was wistful and far away and there was a faint smile on his lips. “Bought a house there eventually actually…”
His voice rumbled in his chest and in her ear and she smiled. “So this assassin thing pays well, does it?” The shadows of his killing danced behind her eyes, and she soothed them, stroked them down. Past was past.
One of Victor’s hands stroked her back absentmindedly while he grinned at her question. “It pays very well. I’ve bought a few houses, invested in a few cars and some really nice technology for my job and entertainment. A majority of my money goes into offshore accounts though for safekeeping. My average ‘pay check’ if you will is around $100k a contract.”
“Should I be expecting expensive gifts, then?” Summer teased. “I feel like I’ve wasted my life next you.” She mouthed at his jaw, fingertips stroking behind his ear. “Victor darling.”
Summer laughed a little when he rolled them over, snuggling down into his long body. She had to take a moment to loop her hair back into a lover’s knot, so it didn’t fall right into his eyes, and then spent a long moment just admiring his eyes, dark and depthless. Then she pressed her lips to his again, kissing slow and easy.
Victor watched her with admiration and loved the feeling of her snuggled into him. His eyes closed lazily when she kissed him and he returned the kiss. He cupped the side of her neck with his hand and stroked her jaw tenderly with his thumb as he held her to him gently with his other hand placed on her back.
“Mmmm,” Summer purred. It took some writhing, but she got one arm behind Victor’s head, and then entwined her legs with his. “Talk to me, Victor darling. Tell me stories of your grand adventures as a born and bred assassin.” She laid her head down on his shoulder, listening to his heartbeat and feeling warm.
Victor nuzzled Summer’s head and just took a moment to breathe in preparation for his stories. “Well honestly, it was very rocky in the beginning. My surrogate father attempted to kill me with a knife while I was trying to run away and I’ve got the scars to prove it. But once I got going, I was in my element. It came so easily to me, even more so than any of my other mates from back at the Institute. I’ve had contracts all around the world but my favorite was the contract that brought me to New Zealand. Not that the killing was particularly interesting but I spent a lot of time there afterwards.” Victor’s tone was wistful and far away and there was a faint smile on his lips. “Bought a house there eventually actually…”
His voice rumbled in his chest and in her ear and she smiled. “So this assassin thing pays well, does it?” The shadows of his killing danced behind her eyes, and she soothed them, stroked them down. Past was past.
Summer laughed a little when he rolled them over, snuggling down into his long body. She had to take a moment to loop her hair back into a lover’s knot, so it didn’t fall right into his eyes, and then spent a long moment just admiring his eyes, dark and depthless. Then she pressed her lips to his again, kissing slow and easy.
Victor watched her with admiration and loved the feeling of her snuggled into him. His eyes closed lazily when she kissed him and he returned the kiss. He cupped the side of her neck with his hand and stroked her jaw tenderly with his thumb as he held her to him gently with his other hand placed on her back.
“Mmmm,” Summer purred. It took some writhing, but she got one arm behind Victor’s head, and then entwined her legs with his. “Talk to me, Victor darling. Tell me stories of your grand adventures as a born and bred assassin.” She laid her head down on his shoulder, listening to his heartbeat and feeling warm.
“I don’t know which would be worse: being purpose-bred for power, or the accidental genetics that made me.” Quite on purpose, concealing a wicked smile, she tugged on his hair again. “Is it okay to ask how old you are?”
At the feel of her tug on his hair again his hips went down a bit and he let out a murmured “fuck”. Victor took a deep breath and mock glared at her before he lightened his expression. “Being bred for power is worse in my opinion at least.” He was startled for a moment. “My age? Uh, sure, I’m 33. I’ve been a vampire for a little over 5 years. Why do you ask?” Then he cocked his head a bit. “Do you mind if I ask how old you are?”
“At least you knew, from the start.” With a sigh, she stroked his hair, threading her fingers through at the back of his head. “I’m thirty-two. Just a year younger than you.” Summer closed her eyes, feeling suddenly old. “Come here, I want to kiss you.”
Victor leaned in and kissed her lips, nipping at her bottom lip a little bit before kissing her again. He closed his eyes and his hand wandered aimlessly from her cheek to neck to shoulder. “You’re amazing, Summer.”
Kissing Victor was really nice. His mouth fit to hers in all the right ways, there was no awkward maneuvering; just warmth and intensity. She pulled away long enough to contradict him, “I’m just me,” and kissed him again so he couldn’t answer, licking a little at his mouth.
Victor wanted to answer her but the feeling of her tongue at his mouth quickly silenced him. If he could, he would spend the entire day just laying on the couch with Summer exchanging kisses. On a whim he changed their position so that he was on his back, slightly sitting up and she was on top of him making it easier for her to lead. One of his hands wandered down to her knee while his tongue soothed the places where he had nipped her. Every now and again he got a little mischievous and he would kiss the spot below her ear but for the most part he was content to let her lead right now.
Summer laughed a little when he rolled them over, snuggling down into his long body. She had to take a moment to loop her hair back into a lover’s knot, so it didn’t fall right into his eyes, and then spent a long moment just admiring his eyes, dark and depthless. Then she pressed her lips to his again, kissing slow and easy.
“I don’t know which would be worse: being purpose-bred for power, or the accidental genetics that made me.” Quite on purpose, concealing a wicked smile, she tugged on his hair again. “Is it okay to ask how old you are?”
At the feel of her tug on his hair again his hips went down a bit and he let out a murmured “fuck”. Victor took a deep breath and mock glared at her before he lightened his expression. “Being bred for power is worse in my opinion at least.” He was startled for a moment. “My age? Uh, sure, I’m 33. I’ve been a vampire for a little over 5 years. Why do you ask?” Then he cocked his head a bit. “Do you mind if I ask how old you are?”
“At least you knew, from the start.” With a sigh, she stroked his hair, threading her fingers through at the back of his head. “I’m thirty-two. Just a year younger than you.” Summer closed her eyes, feeling suddenly old. “Come here, I want to kiss you.”
Victor leaned in and kissed her lips, nipping at her bottom lip a little bit before kissing her again. He closed his eyes and his hand wandered aimlessly from her cheek to neck to shoulder. “You’re amazing, Summer.”
Kissing Victor was really nice. His mouth fit to hers in all the right ways, there was no awkward maneuvering; just warmth and intensity. She pulled away long enough to contradict him, “I’m just me,” and kissed him again so he couldn’t answer, licking a little at his mouth.
“I don’t know which would be worse: being purpose-bred for power, or the accidental genetics that made me.” Quite on purpose, concealing a wicked smile, she tugged on his hair again. “Is it okay to ask how old you are?”
At the feel of her tug on his hair again his hips went down a bit and he let out a murmured “fuck”. Victor took a deep breath and mock glared at her before he lightened his expression. “Being bred for power is worse in my opinion at least.” He was startled for a moment. “My age? Uh, sure, I’m 33. I’ve been a vampire for a little over 5 years. Why do you ask?” Then he cocked his head a bit. “Do you mind if I ask how old you are?”
“At least you knew, from the start.” With a sigh, she stroked his hair, threading her fingers through at the back of his head. “I’m thirty-two. Just a year younger than you.” Summer closed her eyes, feeling suddenly old. “Come here, I want to kiss you.”