She couldn’t answer, preoccupied with their tangling tongues and the way his muscles moved under her hands.
He chuckled into their kiss then leaned over her so that he could continue kissing her from a better angle. Victor’s lips wandered down and across the hollow of her neck, his fangs rasping against the delicate skin. He marked her neck. “I hope you don’t mind,” he murmured against her, “it’s something that I can’t help but do to you Summer.” His accent was thick as his arousal continued to grow.
“Can’t help,” she laughed, head tipped back. It tickled, the prickle of his fangs against her skin. Tickled, and the heat rose in her veins, wrapped in his arms. “I still don’t understand why you say that.”
“Unless you burn it or make it creole-style,” she riposted, head turned to watch the trees flash by. She shifted to look out the other side, eyes drifting to skim along the arc of his hands and the line of his profile. God, he was glorious. “I’m not starving yet,” she murmured, “so you don’t have to start cooking right away.”
“Nope, I promise I won’t burn them.” Feeling her eyes on him he glanced at her so as to still keep the road in sight. “Oh? What did you want to do then? Like I said I bought a whole new bottle of wine, or I dunno, it’s up to you.” He flashed her a smile and took her hand in one of his while he drove.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Summer said airily. “I suppose we’ll have to see when we get there. I shouldn’t think you’ll have to wonder long.” The warmth of his hand about hers was as good as the warmth of him at her back.
Victor raised an eyebrow at her and smirked. It was only a few more minutes before they reached his house and once they did Victor got the door for her just as he had earlier. Then he quickly unlocked the front door and held the door open for Summer, turning the lights on as he stepped in behind her. Smoothly, he hung their jackets and then led Summer to the couch where he sat down. “So, what is it you had in mind love?”
She leaned up, sliding a hand behind his neck, and pressed her lips to his, slowly. Not for teasing, or for passion; just to say ‘thank you’. The other arm got about his shoulders, pulling him close, before she opened her mouth for him, whispering, “Victor, darling,” into his.
He pulled her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged gently before kissing her. “Yes, love?” His hands trailed down her sides to rest at her hips while he deepened the kiss.
She couldn’t answer, preoccupied with their tangling tongues and the way his muscles moved under her hands.
“Unless you burn it or make it creole-style,” she riposted, head turned to watch the trees flash by. She shifted to look out the other side, eyes drifting to skim along the arc of his hands and the line of his profile. God, he was glorious. “I’m not starving yet,” she murmured, “so you don’t have to start cooking right away.”
“Nope, I promise I won’t burn them.” Feeling her eyes on him he glanced at her so as to still keep the road in sight. “Oh? What did you want to do then? Like I said I bought a whole new bottle of wine, or I dunno, it’s up to you.” He flashed her a smile and took her hand in one of his while he drove.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Summer said airily. “I suppose we’ll have to see when we get there. I shouldn’t think you’ll have to wonder long.” The warmth of his hand about hers was as good as the warmth of him at her back.
Victor raised an eyebrow at her and smirked. It was only a few more minutes before they reached his house and once they did Victor got the door for her just as he had earlier. Then he quickly unlocked the front door and held the door open for Summer, turning the lights on as he stepped in behind her. Smoothly, he hung their jackets and then led Summer to the couch where he sat down. “So, what is it you had in mind love?”
She leaned up, sliding a hand behind his neck, and pressed her lips to his, slowly. Not for teasing, or for passion; just to say ‘thank you’. The other arm got about his shoulders, pulling him close, before she opened her mouth for him, whispering, “Victor, darling,” into his.
“Unless you burn it or make it creole-style,” she riposted, head turned to watch the trees flash by. She shifted to look out the other side, eyes drifting to skim along the arc of his hands and the line of his profile. God, he was glorious. “I’m not starving yet,” she murmured, “so you don’t have to start cooking right away.”
“Nope, I promise I won’t burn them.” Feeling her eyes on him he glanced at her so as to still keep the road in sight. “Oh? What did you want to do then? Like I said I bought a whole new bottle of wine, or I dunno, it’s up to you.” He flashed her a smile and took her hand in one of his while he drove.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Summer said airily. “I suppose we’ll have to see when we get there. I shouldn’t think you’ll have to wonder long.” The warmth of his hand about hers was as good as the warmth of him at her back.
“I think some of the most fun I’ve had doing a show was the musical ‘All Shook Up’. It was a bit of a quirky show but the casting was spot on perfect and as a crew it was one of our best.” Victor looked around and, seeing most of the house cleared out, looked back down to Summer. “You ready to go love?”
She put her hand in his and heaved herself out of the seat. “Let’s go.” It was so much easier to navigate the theatre now that most of the crowd was gone, and the valets were no longer overwhelmed either. She gave a grateful smile to the one who held the door for her, and dropped into the car, buckling up quickly. “So you’re going to cook for me?”
Victor followed her out of the theatre, took the keys from the valet boy and tipped him before getting into the car and buckling his seat belt as well. He started the engine and headed back towards his house. “Well, that’s the idea love. I got us a nice red wine, and I was going to cook us some steaks with some homemade mashed potatoes and,” he looked a little sheepish, “I have a few veggies for us to choose from. I wasn’t sure if you liked asparagus so I got a few other things as well.”
“Hmmm,” she chuckled. “It will be interesting to see if your cooking meets my standards. Those particular ingredients are things I’m quite fond of, but I can be a bit picky … ” She lifted an eyebrow. “But you already have a lot of points for everything else.”
Victor chuckled a bit, “Well, I’m glad the ingredients are well picked and I have to say, I am a pretty decent cook. I hope you enjoy it. So, asparagus is alright?”
“Unless you burn it or make it creole-style,” she riposted, head turned to watch the trees flash by. She shifted to look out the other side, eyes drifting to skim along the arc of his hands and the line of his profile. God, he was glorious. “I’m not starving yet,” she murmured, “so you don’t have to start cooking right away.”
“Oh, Lord, we mostly did lesser known stuff, so the stuff I did back then isn’t something I think of as favourite. I really enjoyed going to see the Andrew Lloyd Webber shows, and I enjoyed doing Nunsense, but I still wouldn’t say favourite.”
“I think some of the most fun I’ve had doing a show was the musical ‘All Shook Up’. It was a bit of a quirky show but the casting was spot on perfect and as a crew it was one of our best.” Victor looked around and, seeing most of the house cleared out, looked back down to Summer. “You ready to go love?”
She put her hand in his and heaved herself out of the seat. “Let’s go.” It was so much easier to navigate the theatre now that most of the crowd was gone, and the valets were no longer overwhelmed either. She gave a grateful smile to the one who held the door for her, and dropped into the car, buckling up quickly. “So you’re going to cook for me?”
Victor followed her out of the theatre, took the keys from the valet boy and tipped him before getting into the car and buckling his seat belt as well. He started the engine and headed back towards his house. “Well, that’s the idea love. I got us a nice red wine, and I was going to cook us some steaks with some homemade mashed potatoes and,” he looked a little sheepish, “I have a few veggies for us to choose from. I wasn’t sure if you liked asparagus so I got a few other things as well.”
“Hmmm,” she chuckled. “It will be interesting to see if your cooking meets my standards. Those particular ingredients are things I’m quite fond of, but I can be a bit picky … ” She lifted an eyebrow. “But you already have a lot of points for everything else.”
“Oh, Lord, we mostly did lesser known stuff, so the stuff I did back then isn’t something I think of as favourite. I really enjoyed going to see the Andrew Lloyd Webber shows, and I enjoyed doing Nunsense, but I still wouldn’t say favourite.”
“I think some of the most fun I’ve had doing a show was the musical ‘All Shook Up’. It was a bit of a quirky show but the casting was spot on perfect and as a crew it was one of our best.” Victor looked around and, seeing most of the house cleared out, looked back down to Summer. “You ready to go love?”
She put her hand in his and heaved herself out of the seat. “Let’s go.” It was so much easier to navigate the theatre now that most of the crowd was gone, and the valets were no longer overwhelmed either. She gave a grateful smile to the one who held the door for her, and dropped into the car, buckling up quickly. “So you’re going to cook for me?”
It took a long moment for her to come back from wherever she had gone in her rapture. “That … was amazing. That was so amazing! How did they /do/ that!?” She clutched Victor’s arm again, bouncing in her seat. “I’ve never seen them before. I think I want to again!”
Victor chuckled quietly at the sight before him. “They are most definitely a magnificent group. I’ll see when I can get tickets again, Summer, but they’re a traveling group so after this show they’ll be leaving for a while.” He kissed her before standing up and offering his hand to her. “Are you hungry love? I was going to cook dinner for us back at my place if you’d like?”
“Let’s wait until the crowd clears out a little. I don’t want to lose the happy in struggling out.”
“Alright, Summer, we should be good to start heading out in another 10 minutes,” Victor said while he leaned back, stretching his spine. “Have you ever worked a theatre show before, love?” he asked out of curiosity to pass the time.
“I did theatre in high school, actually. All four years. Stage and crew. The first year,” she laughed, “my crew job was cat handler. And I had a walk-on part. I really liked that. We had a cat, growing up, who was pretty laid back. I don’t even remember how the subject came up, but we decided if I could handle him, and he was okay with applause, then we’d use a real cat in the show — and it worked.”
“Wow, that’s fantastic. I’ve never gone in front of the lights, I’ve always preferred to be behind the scenes. I’ve always had a decent ear and I run sound every now and then for the stage manager here. Stage crew was one of the only ways I had a sense of family. Any favorite shows?”
“Oh, Lord, we mostly did lesser known stuff, so the stuff I did back then isn’t something I think of as favourite. I really enjoyed going to see the Andrew Lloyd Webber shows, and I enjoyed doing Nunsense, but I still wouldn’t say favourite.”
It took a long moment for her to come back from wherever she had gone in her rapture. “That … was amazing. That was so amazing! How did they /do/ that!?” She clutched Victor’s arm again, bouncing in her seat. “I’ve never seen them before. I think I want to again!”
Victor chuckled quietly at the sight before him. “They are most definitely a magnificent group. I’ll see when I can get tickets again, Summer, but they’re a traveling group so after this show they’ll be leaving for a while.” He kissed her before standing up and offering his hand to her. “Are you hungry love? I was going to cook dinner for us back at my place if you’d like?”
“Let’s wait until the crowd clears out a little. I don’t want to lose the happy in struggling out.”
“Alright, Summer, we should be good to start heading out in another 10 minutes,” Victor said while he leaned back, stretching his spine. “Have you ever worked a theatre show before, love?” he asked out of curiosity to pass the time.
“I did theatre in high school, actually. All four years. Stage and crew. The first year,” she laughed, “my crew job was cat handler. And I had a walk-on part. I really liked that. We had a cat, growing up, who was pretty laid back. I don’t even remember how the subject came up, but we decided if I could handle him, and he was okay with applause, then we’d use a real cat in the show — and it worked.”
It took a long moment for her to come back from wherever she had gone in her rapture. “That … was amazing. That was so amazing! How did they /do/ that!?” She clutched Victor’s arm again, bouncing in her seat. “I’ve never seen them before. I think I want to again!”
Victor chuckled quietly at the sight before him. “They are most definitely a magnificent group. I’ll see when I can get tickets again, Summer, but they’re a traveling group so after this show they’ll be leaving for a while.” He kissed her before standing up and offering his hand to her. “Are you hungry love? I was going to cook dinner for us back at my place if you’d like?”
“Let’s wait until the crowd clears out a little. I don’t want to lose the happy in struggling out.”