A room

[onceaviking]

Eric unlocks the door and holds it for Minx.

The room is carpeted and mood lit and the bed is huge. On the bedside table is a bottle of wine and one glass.

There are rose petals on the bed.

Eric looks around and says, "Giving a bit more direction than 'a room please' might be a good idea."

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[myshootingstar]

"I don't know, I quite like it." She grins, toying with a rose petal. "But if you have something else in mind, we can swap."

[onceaviking]

"If you like it," he says, turning to look at her, "we're keeping it."

His clothes, black and skintight, may not look classy, but they've been expensive. She can likely tell. They accentuate his paleness.
His otherness.

He looks at her. Taking her in.

[myshootingstar]

She knows clothes and knows the effort that goes into looking that carelessly casual. Her outfit on the other hand is red, picking up the coffee shades of her skin nicely. She wears it with utter confidence in herself and her body.

"So, Mr Northman, or would you prefer Eric? How do you usually do this? With your other friends?"

She pours herself a glass of wine, watching him with casual grace.

[onceaviking]

"Eric," he says. "Mr Northman sounds so - formal. And it depends really. Some want me to take them, others want me to seduce them."
He smiles. "Others again want to seduce me. I'm adaptable."

Letting his eyes move slowly up her body, coming to rest at her face.

"At some point - I'll let down my fangs. "

[myshootingstar]

"We're both already here." She takes another sip of the very good wine and puts the glass down. "So I suspect neither of us need seducing." She makes a deliberate point of taking out her small silver stud earnings and putting them away in the drawer.

"Last time we spoke, you made rather a point of being fed on as an erotic experience. I'd rather like to see if you can back that up." She steps out of her shoes and pads across the thick carpet towards him. "I'd also rather like to see what's under that shirt of yours."

[onceaviking]

"That is true," he says, watching her as she removes the earrings and walks toward him.

He takes hold of the bottom hem of his tank top and pulls it off, replaying, "And it's funny you should say that because I was just thinking, that - despite it being an incredibly lovely dress - I would like to see what it hides."

He lets the top fall to the floor and looks at her.
Confident in his looks.
Very confident.

[myshootingstar]

She takes a moment to admire him. Yes, very tasty - hard and smooth. "Very nice." She comments, licking her lips.

She reaches back to undo the clasp at the back of her neck and lets the top of the dress fall to her waist. Her breasts are full and firm, barely needing the red silk strapless bra. She follows the line of the dress down to her hip, lowering the zipper to step out of it to reveal matching panties.

Her skin is smooth, hairless and almost flawless. There's a crease just over her left hip, just above the waistband and matching scars front and back of her right thigh - two month old and healing bullet wounds. Hence the limp.

[onceaviking]

He purrs, as his eyes take her in.
To him, the scars just add to the beauty and it might show on his face.

He walks toward her, a slow swagger, and reaches over to run a finger down the side of her cheek.

Looking deeply into her eyes.
He'll be able to look at her breasts soon enough and although she said seduction was unnecessary, he's yet to meet anyone, man or woman, who did not want to be seen. Really seen.

"Your strong," he says. "I like that."

Everyone must tell her she is beautiful.

[myshootingstar]

It's certainly not what most men say when they see her and she appreciates that. She smiles, lifting her head to the touch. "Not half as strong as you, I'm guessing but that's hardly a contest."

She runs a hand up his arm, fingers splaying across his collarbone. "Hmm." Her eyes stay with his, enjoying that he hasn't buried them in her cleavage yet.

[onceaviking]

"Humans doesn't measure up," he says.
"In general. But I'll be careful."

And then he dips his head to brush a kiss across her cheekbone.

His lips are startlingly cold.he is certain she will be able to see all sorts of interesting potential in that.

[myshootingstar]

"Glad to hear it." She purrs, sighing softly at the kiss. "Because I'm especially not looking for any more permanent mementos."

Oh, that she can! Kissing to see if they warm up for a start. She turns to meet his lips, slow and shallow to start - getting a feel for him, a taste of those cold lips.

She's tall herself but Eric's height makes her regret not wearing heels to push her up that little bit more to meet his kiss on a level field.

[onceaviking]

He keeps his kiss soft and inviting, letting her set the pace.

His lips stay cold and when he parts them she might find that his tongue is much the same.
One of his hands come to rest at the small of her back.
The other ends up at the side of her face, but slightly turned so he can caress her hair.

He likes hair.

You can sort of tell.

[myshootingstar]

Her hair is short and tightly curled, soft to the touch and springy as it wraps around his fingers.

She opens her lips to sigh, deepening the kiss. Her hand still rests on his shoulders, the tips of her perfectly manicured nails sitting just against his neck.

She pulls back to catch her breath, smiling.

[onceaviking]

He feels his own lips curve a little in reply.

This is a promising start.

He toes off his shoes, which doesn't do much to lower his height. His feet are long and pale. Bare of course.

Then he reaches over and runs a cold finger across her collarbone. Letting it come to rest in the middle.

"How about," he says,"that I carry you to the bed?"

[myshootingstar]

"I'm quite capable of walking there myself, thanks." She smiles, talking a step back towards said bed. Her leg is healed enough for that at least.

She drapes herself over the luscious bed, reclining on the pillows. Years of photo-shoots, she knows how to make this look good. Very good. Like most men's dreams.

"Besides, you've over dressed." She nods his pants.

[onceaviking]

Eric is not that far removed from most other men, judging from the way he looks at her.
Hungrily.

Part if the hunger is as it always was, and part of it is due to the way her position displays a couple of very attractive veins.

But that is for later.

He undoes his jeans and pushes them down. All the way down.then he steps out of them.

He lifts an eyebrow.
"It seems the tables have turned," he says. Seeing as how he is not wearing underwear.

He's got muscular thighs and sharp cut hip bones. And he must have liked what he has seen so far.

"Do you need a hand with the fastenings?"
Bras - so annoying.

[myshootingstar]

There's definitely a purr in her voice now. "Well aren't you well put together!" She licks her lips, just as hungry her own way.

"It depends." She teases archly. "Do you want me to take it off or do you want to take it off for me?" Some men enjoy taking that step to discovery themselves.

[onceaviking]

He smiles.

"I like unwrapping," he says as he walks over to the bed, moving onto it with fluid grace and superhuman speed.

Very close all of a sudden.

"And I've practiced, it'd be a shame not to keep it up when the opportunity presents itself."

His huge, cold hand slides over her shoulder and follows the contour of her shoulder blade. Headed for the fastening on her bra.

[myshootingstar]

She gasps at the suddenness of his movement, struck by how fast he's on her. "Well, hello."

She arches up, giving him room up unwrap her. Beneath the silk, her breasts are high and full, her nipples hard.

[onceaviking]

He unfastens the bra and removes it slowly, looking intently into her eyes as he does so.

Then he pulls back, just a little, to look at her. With predatory eagerness. And then he leans in, slowly, and brushes his cold lips across one erect nipple.

[myshootingstar]

She gasps warmly, tangling her fingers in his hair and arching up into those chilled lips.

[onceaviking]

He parts his lips and repeats the movement this time with his tongue.
One if his hands settle on her hip, the other moves up and into her hair.

[myshootingstar]

She curses warmly. "You really... oh hell!" She arches and curses again, wrapping a leg around his.

[onceaviking]

There's no sense in abandoning a good thing, so Eric spends a little time teasing first one, then the other nipple with his lips and tongue and teeth.
The blunt, human ones.

All the while caressing her face and upper arms and sides. And then sliding one hand down to move it between her legs.

[myshootingstar]

And there's no sense in not enjoying a good thing. And my but he knows how to tease.

She can't help but spread her legs, welcoming the touch. She's wet and warm, the silk of her panties clinging to her skin.