by Lucas-Kain on Sun Mar 28, 2010 5:40 pm
The human watched her as she moved, eyes upon that gorgeous figure without a moment of relent. Slowly, as if pealing her water logged clothes from her he moved those eyes up and down her her with such lusty intent that it would be impossible to miss, even if she were blind and dumb... of which she was neither Lucas was quite sure. He did not respond all at once, and seemed as if he would let the question linger, taking that chance to study her wanton body for every glimpse the wet fabric offered to him, as if he would never feast enough upon that flesh, be it with eye or tongue or eager mouth, he seemed to hunger for her endlessly, or at least enough that it did not matter where his wanting would conclude as it was well beyond the lifespan of any mere human mortal; even a young man.
He would sip his drink politely, pulling the mug to his lips and slowly tilting the warming beverage back as he then set it down, letting his pink, wide tongue flow out from his maw and trace along the thin strips of flesh around his mouth as he licked clean the last few drops of that honeyed flavor, making the motion rather suggestively as he kept his eyes locked upon the Moriel seated so close to his own form.
“It is because, my dear Blood Flower, you are the one thing that satiates my hunger when no other morsel will do. I could feed upon a million visions of tit-flesh, and of carnal pleasures I could drink my fill; but in those moments that come after, I always felt unfulfilled, as if what happened between me and my partner did not matter hardly at all.”
He would let those words hang heavy for a moment, wanting that jealousy and fear to course into her, as if playing her like a harpsichord, the young man using those words so well. He would let that emotion dangle between them just long enough to take in another breath before that flowing, melodious tone carried on,
“That is, until I met you, and found not fulfillment but a depth of desire I never knew I had. What I felt with those other, lesser lovers was a shadow of desire, a mere specter of what I could have. You gave me something more than them, something I never knew could be possible; and were you even a fraction different, I still fear I would be ignorant to it. You, as you are is what I desire utterly, and thus I let my eyes feast upon you whenever I am allowed to do so.”
He did not demand a response in question or expression, but she could tell by that wicked grin pulled across those potent lips that he enjoyed simply watching her responses to his heated and seemingly very honest words. Lucas was a skillful liar, and she knew that all too well, but there was a fiery passion, a heat that was near impossible to manufacture that she could see in his eyes now. She would know it well and know its danger, for it was nothing so mundane as love, though it was wracked with affection for her body, mind and soul; it would call to her to wallow with him in excess, vice and sin... it beckoned to her with a familiarity none other had with the woman.
“However I digress from my evaluation of your more delicious qualities and move to matters far more practical; namely that you are soaking wet. Now before you catch your death of cold, lets move nearer to the fire, shall we?”
There was displayed that gentility that he practiced so oft, but now with her it became a part of the tease, counterpointing that hard expression with words so very soft. He would rise up smoothly, cup in hand, the other offered to her, and with a wink of delightful invitation, he would politely wait for her, not sure she would do as requested, and that sickeningly sweet smile on his face almost inviting her to challenge him... which she knew was what he did want.
They danced with one another with words and suggestions, playing at a game few could follow, for they were the only ones that knew the rules, and they were not keen to share them. The hand, the offer the words were for her, crafted for one reason above all others, and odd enough it was not seduction as most might figure, but in truth he wished to make that Moriel beauty sit there and simply grin. He could have her, and she him, at any moment they wanted; and there was no great rush to mount her upon that table, in time they would do as thus, but for now they danced with word and suggestion, and he grinned throughout it all, entranced by his partner as ever someone was.