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From: Aela and Bryon
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The room she led Bryon to was beyond dark, there was an eerie elegance to it, for the shades on each window had been pulled closed and the only lights within the room were a few lit candles placed about in a gracefull way on a desk here, upon the small bar and along the hallway which could only lead to a bedchamber and bathroom. There was a couch, and a few chairs grouped together to form a half circle concealed in black velvet covers, making the room that more intriguing. Aela gestured with a hand for him to have a seat as she stepped towards her desk of scattered papers and pencils, throwing her keys down upon it along with a small piece of paper she had placed within her bra strap for safe keeping. Bryon just smiled a vague smile.
"Pardon my mess in here, I don't spend much time cleaning... the maids do some, but leave it to me to undo the cleaning.." She chuckled and watched him look about the room rather cautiously, making her feel slightly perplexed, most of the time they would sit down on the couch and prepare themselves for her, Bryon didn't. Though his manners had changed a little on their way up the stairs, to the bolder side, he somehow seemed less relaxed, emitting a faint aura of intensity. He took a few steps around the room, as to feel if it was there, while she glided towards the hallway.
"I'm going to get these boots off, and freshen up...about that drink... there is the bar.." She motioned with a small swirl of her hand to the oak bar on the left side of the room with a smile.
"Help yourself to a drink, and I'll be out in a moment..."
She didn't bother to listen to any thank you's or questions about her place, but instead sauntered down the hallway and into her room silently, keeping her ears alert for any mumbles he may blurt out about the apartment, or a drink.. so curious she was. She left her door open a crack to keep a few senses tuned in and took of her boots, placing them down by her bed. She thought for a moment, on how he had looked at her when she got out of the car, how he replyed with that playfull smirk and now... she sensed such confidence in him that was not there before, he was much more stronger than she had imagined... perhaps this one would put up a struggle. No, he would be putty in her hands, eating up every word she would dish him, and to make certain she would not faulter, her hands picked up the ivory robe of satin laying it down before her on the bed, as her other hand took off the silken shirt and skirt from her body.
The man in the other room was still suffused with a mischievous confidence and satisfaction, to the point of intoxication. With his glasses back on and his hands in his pockets he strolled from one end of the room to the other, only to have his eyes catch something at his starting point. It was his kind of room, he felt that right away. And he could hear the woman Aela, the angel who melted out of the night to greet him, just down the hall. He tasted it, everything, on his lips, his tongue. It was like a roar from within him, something primal rising up from the muddy shores of his subconscious. Red blotches started appearing behind his eyes. His hands were shaking. He had to stop this.
Clenching his teeth, without any external signs of exertion, the man slowly regained his composure. Sitting down aimlessly on the first available chair, he ran his hands through his hair, and proceeded to stare at them in the dim candlelight. Why was she affecting him so? Her brief departure almost threw him into a fit of rage, something he had never felt before in his life. In fact, all through the night she had seemed like the missing piece of the puzzle of his new existence, somehow filling the void his sire, or Isobel, couldn't. It had to be more than her exceptional beauty and charming personality, something deeper.
As Aela's silhouette appeared in the doorway, the translucent white robe promoting her perfect contours like a shadow-play, Bryon realized he didn't know what to say. Whatever emerged from him from this point on was beyond his control. He breathed.
"Welcome back."
A faint, slightly seductive smile toyed over her lips to his words as they fell softly from him. She watched his expression like a cat, watching her prey and stepped lightly across the lush carpet towards him, cupping her hands behind her back playfully to thrust her petite form out just a little bit more then normal.
"Thank you.... I hope that didn't take too long... I don't want to leave you all by yourself in a strange room... you might get into trouble.." She smiled broadly and slipped down onto the couch, crossing her legs gently under the robe that dangled about her body, which shifted to expose a portion of a creamy thigh. Her eyes locked on his as she began to look beyond his pupils, she wanted to see his soul... his intentions, his desire. She sat there for a moment, just studing his face, his actions, his intention before she decided to try and see if she could lure him into revealing his secrets.
"I can't remember darkness,.....Except a dream in my life.... A Dream that lasted for all eternal......Do you wonder what you see....?" She whisped faintly, her words caressed the room stealing the silence for her own, haunting his mind with a touch of comfort, an odd comfort. "It feels so cold to know your name,.....I've never known you, but I feel I do,.....A sense of mystery hiding within you......Do you regret what you see......?" Each word seemed to want to prick inside his heart, each arch of her brow, or shift in her tone made even the room seem chilled. "Alone....I've felt so alone..... and...I know you feel it too....Do you regret what you do........?" Her questions didn't call for answers, for her purr was something to change the mood, letting him know she wanted him, longed for him... wished to steal his life from him, but asked for permission. She leaned forward, placing a hand apon his knee that was before her and small fingers gripped around his upper thigh, keeping her eyes locked apon him.
"Bryon.... Why do I feel different around you.... why do I feel so rushed with energy when I look into your enchanting eyes?" She tilted her head to the side, allowing her hair to fall away from her neck to trickle down her chest, her eyes wandered from his eyes to his face, then chin, then neck, feeling her body tremble with need... need to devour him. Absently her body lifted from her seat to slide closer to him, finding herself lost in her emotions, stepping slightly towards him, losing herself in his presence, looking into his eyes as her face roamed inches away from him, her body bending down to him.
"Why...?" Her expression changed into confusion, but her actions danced as if she was a puppet and she pressed her lips against his breathless and quivering, the first kiss of the night laced with such passion, it almost startled her soul that she gave it to him. And she couldn't understand....why.
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