Going for a walk

[onceaviking]

 He arrives shortly after sundown, looking much like the night before. He's added a coat to his ensemble though. Not that he needs it. 
He has several possible plans in mind, but for now he is waiting to see how Miss Potts will react. 

She seemed like an odd mix of confident and hesitant and that is certainly something he can work with. 

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[onceaviking]

His free hand moves across her shoulder blade and down her back. Her spine is so fragile beneath his fingers. Delicate. Easy to crush.

His hand stops at the small of her back, pulling her closer, as his tongue moves across the revealed softness of her upper lip. Cool and dry like his lips.

[othereight]

He pulls her in, not hard enough to knock her off her seat but enough so that she slides in a little, her knee brushing against the outside of his thigh.

She doesn't just do this, she isn't that kind of girl, but her lips part almost instantly for his tongue and her hand slips down to grab a small fistful of her shirt as she whimpers, softly but incriminating enough.

[onceaviking]

Oh, what sweet music she makes.

He can smell the blood swell in her veins. Smell her eagerness. But he dare not ask her yet. She might turn his advances down - and he isn't certain he will be able to control himself.

So he deepens the kiss, stroking her hair.

[othereight]

There is a beat, however brief, where she considers the possibility of what might happen if her employer was to walk into the Bar at this very moment. But then she pushes all of those thoughts aside, Tony Stark forgotten once more, and breaks the kiss with a small chuckle.

"Well, that was - something," she murmurs, smiling slowly.

[onceaviking]

"Yes, " he murmurs, hoarsely.

He strokes the back of his fingers down the side of her face. And her neck.

" You're beautiful, " he says, and then he turns his head away briefly. His fangs ache.

[othereight]

In the aftermath, her pulse will flutter under his fingertips before he turns his head away.

She glances at him, a visible frown filtering over her features.

"Is everything alright?"

[onceaviking]

" I do not wish to frighten you," he says, his eyes still turned away.
"When I feel - attraction to someone my fangs... "

[othereight]

"Oh."

In that moment, she's almost struck by the humor in it, and while she doesn't laugh, she smiles.

"Is that all it is?"

[onceaviking]

He looks back at her, one eyebrow slightly raised. "This doesnot trouble you?"


Oh, but he is in luck.

[othereight]

"Well, I can't say it's not a little - strange, but it's not the strangest thing I've heard of," she replies.

She's pretty good at taking things in stride.

[onceaviking]

He lets them drop, pulling his lips back a little as he does so. They are clearly pointy.

Looking into her eyes.

[othereight]

"Wow," she murmurs, a nervous chuckle slipping past her lips.

"They look - sharp," she adds, for lack of anything better to say.

[onceaviking]

" They are," he says as he takes one of her hands in his and lifts it to his lips. "But I can be careful. "

He presses small butterfly kisses to her fingertips and knuckles.

[othereight]

The contrast between how sharp his fangs look and how gentle he is with her, how tender, is almost too striking for her to ignore, and it's almost as if the temperature of her blood rises in response.

There's another ache too, rising embarrassingly lower. She doesn't need her body reminding her of how long it's been since she's done this.

[onceaviking]

He can smell her blood. Her body. It's a good thing his fangs are already down.

He lets go off her hand and leans in to cradle her face and kiss her again. Deeply. Minding the fangs.

[othereight]

It's - different. It would be easy for one of them to slip, for her to jerk back too suddenly and accidentally cut her lower lip. But he guides her gently in against him, kissing her without issue.

It's different, but not altogether bad, she thinks, her mouth moving against his, soft but still with some sense of urgency.

[onceaviking]

And then he slides his hands down her sides - and lifts her onto his own lap. As if she weighed nothing. Still kissing her.

[othereight]

She's perched in his lap, face visibly flushed, her red-gold hair falling in front of her face as her arms wind around his neck - and then she pulls back, as if recalling something.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this here," she whispers. "The rules."

[onceaviking]

" I have a room here, " he says as he stands up, changing his hold so he is fully carrying her.


It's taking quite a lot of effort to not sink his fangs into her neck, but it had better wait till they are alone.

[othereight]

Her heart feels like it's pounding against her ribcage and she can only nod, a quick hasty jerk.

When was the last time you let yourself have this? she chides herself. Live a little already.

[onceaviking]

He tightens his hold on her and then he rushes them up the stairs, the bannister a blur beside them.

Once they are in front of the door to his room, he puts her down, gently, and proceeds to kiss her as he unlocks the door.

[othereight]

She's still reeling slightly from the drastic shift in speed, swaying into him as he sets her down in front of the door.

"How did you do that?" she asks, momentarily hushed before realization dawns and she nods, chuckling at herself. "Right. Vampire."

[onceaviking]

" Yes, vampire, " he says hoarsely, pushing the door open with his hip and pulling her with him. Kissing her hungrily as his hands move from her shoulders down her sides again. Exploring this time.

When he pulls her close, it's fairly obvious that there is at least one area where he resemblesa ordinary men.

" You are so beautiful, " he whispers.

[othereight]

She's tall, but he's taller, almost dwarfing her in size, towering over her - and she's pleased to find that despite the cooler temperature of his skin there's some pretty damning hard evidence of some lingering humanity as he presses against her.

The door slowly drifts shut behind them and she slips off her coat, letting it fall to the floor as she winds her arms around him, the hem of her sweater rising to show an inch of skin at her midriff. Desire burns, heated and low and pulsing through her system.

"You're not so bad yourself."

[onceaviking]

His hands, large and cool, find her bare skin as he chuckles at her comment.

He bends down to kiss her neck, teasing her skin with his tongue and let's go of her long enough to shrug off his coat and peel off his shirt.

She's right. He isn't so bad himself.