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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[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.

[othereight]

Someone that looks that good with their shirt off can't go without being touched. She runs her hands over his arms, his chest, tipping her head back when his mouth descends to her neck.

Not bad at all.

[onceaviking]

He rumbles appreciatively and nibbles at her earlobe with his front teeth, returning his hands to her bared midriff. Letting his thumbs move up to caress her lower ribs.

" I want you," he murmurs in her ear. "All of you."

[othereight]

He's not manhandling her or maneuvering her the way she knows he likely could, given his strength; his words and touch are gentle, even though she surprises herself by secretly wishing they were a little more - forceful.

"So take it," she whispers, turning her head to find his mouth again, minding the fangs.

[onceaviking]

He kisses her back eagerly, running his hands down her back and letting them rest briefly before lifting her, making it easy for her to wrap her legs around him.

The large bed covered in red cotton sheets is only a few steps away. He settles her on it gently and runs his fingers across her skin. His fangs catch the light from the brazier.

[othereight]

Just the sight of him shirtless below her, fangs glinting in the light, makes her shiver as he sets her down.

Instead of balking, she crosses her arms over her front and peels off her sweater, red hair falling freely over her shoulders as she lets it fall from her fingertips to the floor.

[onceaviking]

He makes another low appreciative sound as she takes off her sweater.

" Yes, " he whispers. Her fair skin reveals every vein, every beat of her heart. He leans in and kisses her collarbone, the front of his fangs resting against her skin, hard and cool. One hand is splayed on the mattress, the other is busy playing with her hair.

[othereight]

It's like his gaze feasts on her as she leans back, propping herself up on one hand while his mouth descends over her collarbone, cool and gentle, and she can feel the tiny denting pressure of his fangs against her skin.

She tips her head back into the touch of his hand and sighs quietly, stretching out over the bed and beckoning him over her.

[onceaviking]

He moves onto the bed and settles on top of her, tilting his pelvis to press against her. He dips his head and licks a broad path along her sternum as he moves one large hand between them to cup her breast.

His touch is still careful but the way his hips move suggests that he is not all gentleness.

[othereight]

She gasps, arching up into the touch of his hand, the brush of his hips, the slow stroke of his tongue across her skin.

It's okay if it's not all gentle, either. She may be a little rusty but she's not breakable.

[onceaviking]

He returns his attention to her lips, kissing her hungrily, running his hand down to knead her hip.

He only pulls away long enough to whisper, "Will you let me bite you?"

[othereight]

A pause; she drags her teeth across her lower lip, thinking quietly.

"Where?"

And then, a little more softly:

"Will it hurt?"

[onceaviking]

"Here, " he murmurs, touching the inside of her wrist, and then her neck. "Or here." Moving his hand between her thigh and his .

"And the - penetration does hurt, but after that - " He kisses her again.
"But then it will be like nothing you've ever tried before. I promise." Another kiss. Deeper. "I'll make sure not to leave marks."



(ooc: bedtime)

[othereight]

She raises an eyebrow when he dips a hand between her thighs. The mere idea of having him bite her there is enough to make her blush all over again.

"Alright," she whispers, her heart feeling as though it's beating in double-time as she leans up into the kiss, somehow trusting him not to let anything happen.

[onceaviking]

He stays where he is, one hand, between them. Rubbing his fingers against the seam of her jeans. Kissing her lips and her cheeks and her jaw.

Fumbling a little with her jeans before giving up and just getting rid of his own trousers.

Then he tries again and this time her modern clothing is a bit more cooperative. And as he slides a finger inside of her - he
bites her neck.

[othereight]

She's about to reach down to lend a hand in helping him when he peels her out of them, and she kicks her feet slightly to get them off the rest of the way just before his hand slips between her thighs to dip a long finger inside her.

She tips her head back, gasping, but that's nothing compared to the sensation when he fangs sink into her neck. She sucks in a breath through her teeth and then whimpers with the sharp pain - but it passes, just like he said it would, only to be replaced by warmth and a full-body feeling that she can't put words to. She wraps her arms around him, her hips surging up to meet his hand as his bite brings an arousal like she's never experienced before.

[onceaviking]

He growls as her blood floods his mouth, quickened by her arousal.

Her underwear is much easier to remove single-handedly than her jeans were, even if it means he has to untangle said hand from between their bodies. Once it's gone tilting her hip with one large hand and sliding inside of her is easy. Smooth. Slick.

He laps at the wounds on her skin.

[othereight]

The way he fills her now is almost secondary, almost an afterthought compared to the sensations of her blood coursing through and out of her - light-headed, dizzying. She bends like a bow underneath him, her fingers clutching at his back when he thrusts inside her, a breathless moan working out from her lips.

His tongue, cool and wet with her blood, soothes the marks left as she whispers his name against his ear, a plea for more.