Post by JR on Sept 25, 2015 0:57:29 GMT -8
Not your average pillow talk.
Don, mid post - The Golem was rigid and whatnot still a little upset when the girl pulled and tugged at him, but knowing it was easier to accept that then pulling away and having his tongue burst again. Or whatever hell she may have unleashed. And now from untold urge sent from Abaddon he brought one of the bottles over. "Feed it to her, my hands are busy. Do you want some? He will give you some, but you need to tell me something new. I want to a new piece of you now. Something you haven't given me before. Yes." He cooed against her neck and kissed, licked, nip, and breathed. He smelled her and nuzzled, not wanting a moment to go where he wasn't covered in her. Buried in her. The sensuality untold and it felt so perfect, alive and real, the only thing worth living for. Perhaps it was all true, but enhanced by the fae spirits that tainted his system. He could see it objectively, from afar, and let himself indulge in the poison. The toxic behavior enjoyed, no worse than wrapping up in a blanket on a cold winter day. <done>
Alice: "Forever, together." She murmured in an echo because she couldn't seem to say anything else. Could she form words? She couldn't remember. Alice just lay there against his chest, reveling in the feel of his searching covering coveting hands. But blue eyes shifted to look at Frank when he came a bit closer. Want some of what? Did she hear him right? That's what he said. Oh! Oh! Champagne. Glorious glorious bubbly. "I want some." Because suddenly that's all she wanted. Tiny bubbles on her tongue. But she wasn't fucking moving, and the sloe-eyed look she sent up to the Golem said as much. But Don wanted something new, and it furrowed her brows a little. How she was expected to even think now, or come up with something appropriate to the mood that had been set, Alice hadn't any idea. Because what came out of her mouth was not sexy, not strip club worthy, and probably should not be spoken about post coitus. "I watched my parents die." Alice twisted just a little, to get her nose into his beard, but then her attention went back to Frank, a pout plumped the abuse of her lower lip when he was taking too damn long with all that cold bubbly star goodness. -d-
Don: Golem came over with bottle held out and not even really looking at her, just enough to tip bottle over her mouth and pour it over chin and lip before down her throat. He did just a little, then more, whatever he needed to do. Not lecherous gaze this time on her, something lost when stripped of power and you could see how real the monsters were. Not that he wouldn't act out if he thought he could get away with it, murder both, but he knew that was not possible. Abaddon kept licking at her, nibbling on her skin while she tuck mouthfuls of the bubbly. The crowd dispersed some, but few remained, stealing glances at the girl. Hoping to catch her eye and then do something worthy of her attention like smile and nod their heads. Or make a lick at her. If she even bothered to glance, why would she though when she was wrapped up in the dragon's tail. He curled arms where they were and squeezed her tight against him while he let her words really sink in. He shifted her some and squirmed a little. He was willing to give up the coveted parts of her to have her naked chest back on him. Even if he was all wrapped in clothes that just got in the way. He wanted to kiss her on the mouth anyways, bite her on the lip, suck her blood, and make her apart of him. He grimaced and hissed through teeth that were welded shut, but still cut in a half moon mirth. He beamed and did exactly as he intended once she was turned about and facing him proper, snatching the bottle away from the Golem now and shooing him off. "Go, shut the fucking curtain. Go have some water. Don't let anyone back here." Not that anyone would, but sometimes people didn't know. Franny wandered from the little booth corner, and peeled screen aside. And stood outside. He was lucky that the two girls were still getting into it right outside that booth, got to watch for a little longer before they moved on along. They had been there mainly to try and get Abaddon's attention, there were stories that he gave all sorts of treats to the girls those first few nights he frequented the joint. Not so much anymore. Consumed in salt-water. <done>
Alice: The bottle was tipped, and Alice watched Frank carefully -- made sure he knew she was watching too, less he try to drown her in the stuff. As it was, some dribbled down her chin to splay against the breast she herself had broken the skin along. The cool of it hit her tongue and her throat and Alice felt like she was soaring all over again with the contrast of the heat that coiled still inside her body. She shuddered, Abaddon would feel it from the inside out, but then she was whimpering when he turned her but she pressed herself into him a moment later and it didn't matter. Alices mouth pushed up against his, hungry and needy and moving far too much a bit like a fish might do. She was still mouthing at him when he sent the Golem packing, this time into his beard and up along his cheek. He tasted like cinnamon sugar, or maybe that was just her tongue. "You tell me something." She panted at him, and rose up a little to brace her elbows and forearms on his chest. Why? Why would she do that when he wanted to feel her naked chest against him? Because she was s l o w l y sliding down his front, between his legs and to kneel on the floor; blues swimming and bobbing like buoys as they stared up at him. { AND FAADDDDDEE }-d-
Don: He stared after the Golem some, angry for no reason whatsoever, probably an effect of the drugs he put in himself. Somehow reminded the thing put knife against the sweet hole that leaked on him still. He put his hand there softly, just rubbing at her lightly to make sure she was alright, head somehow lodged on that memory. He broke from the hold momentarily when she summoned from him words. And began to slide on him. He tilted his back against the cushions of the sofa and lowered fingers to follow while tapping into golden locks. He watched her and his mouth hung open a little when she began to writhe down, his stomach tensed and thighs spreading to accommodate. Mm. Those floating blues found themselves in the deep forest of his eyes. Wait. She said she watched her parents die. And he said nothing. How cold. He dragged tips into silk of her hair tenderly, deciding to reciprocate in similar fashion to the things she said. "I watched mine die too. Different days though. Was yours.. mm..." He grinned a little harder when her tongue found him, and fingers stroked back through the blonde. A coaxing pet of her head while she lingered and lapped at his lap! "On the same day?" Bizarre conversation to have while having the lithesome nymph over his lap, but that's what made it special. "Does it make you sad to think about it? Do you need me keep you happy when you think about it." <done>
Alice: Truthfully, she was a little glad he didn't say anything. It meant she didn't have to elaborate .. well, almost didn't. It wasn't until she'd put her mouth on him that he was asking his questions, and admitting the same had happened to him. Kindred souls these two, the more they learned about each other. "Same day," Alice confirmed, though with the inflection of her tone, she could have been talking about something else. Anything else other than the loss of those who had made her. Except they hadn't. Ophelia had. "I could have stopped it," her tongue rolled about the man while he asked about her sadness, her happiness and lifted her head back up to stare at him with eyes gone far too big in their pupils. "I don't think about it, baby. If I'd stopped it, I'd have died. And I'm far more important than they'd ever have been." She was crawling back up now, like a spider along the length of his body's sprawl. "More powerful," she nipped at his chest through the thinness of his damp shirt and lay atop him; blindly reaching for the bottle of champagne. Cham-pag-nuh. "Yours." Tilting back her head, and the bottle with it, she poured some of the golden liquid into her mouth, letting it fall against his chest where she hovered; until she was leaning in to offer him a drink from her mouth. "I'd do it all over again. Stand there and watch them die that horrible awful death, and know it will never be mine." -d-