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From: Aela and Bryon
The streetlights were casting their alternately warm and chilling beams upon the city of Dallas as they did every night. Cars sped by, some people went about their business, others were soundly asleep. And somewhere, magic was happening. Behind the blinded windows, as their cold lips found each other in the candlelit darkness, Bryon and Aela's mutual surrender flickered like the flames. He slowly removed his round, gold-rimmed glasses, and held them out to one side only to let them fall onto the soft carpet, while the part on her ivory robe seem to brush open more revealing skin of snow. After a few seconds of oblivious anticipation, Bryon shifted his shoulders to let his thin gray jacket fall to the ground behind him. The flood inside was rising, and he twisted slightly in her invisible embrace, arching his back, letting it enter his limbs and fingertips. Their tongues tentatively sought and found their moist target. Somewhere he was afraid of losing control, but it was drowned in waves of desire.
Aela leaned down closer, sinking towards his form as if her body was pushed into touching his, as if it was being summoned to caress against his to increase all she had felt. The robe layed on her shoulders lightly, falling off one with her firm movements, exposing more flawless skin to Bryon, more skin with a marking, a delicate tattoo inked in red's and black's dug into flesh apon the shoulder blade. Her soul felt like it was ungulfed in flames, burning her with each lick of its heat, within each press of his lips tighter to hers. This was beyond anything she had expericened... he was not like any other man she had enchanted... this one was matching her passion ten fold. A breath, she needed a breath, she needed to stop and gain control.. she needed....
A jerk of her hands and her robe fell to the floor, leaving her in the candle lit room like a masterpiece of skin and molds of curves. Her mouth yanked from his as her head arched back, idle hands ran down his chest and she purred to him like a kitten would in heat.
"Let me take you beyond this Bryon... let me give you more than any could handle....." Aela turns slightly to look at the door, turning her body to make sure they were alone. Waterfalls of shadows danced over her form, caressing and highlighting her ever curve and detail, swimming in her emerald eyes as they moved back to him, her lips smiling in delight to the aftershocks his kiss gave her.
While shedding his white silk shirt, Byron let his lips run down her throat, down past her shoulder, carressing every inch with his tongue. Tilting her head back to his touch she smiles wickedly running her hands up his chest, inching with fine trimmed nails towards his shoulders as soft velvety moans fall from her lips. Her legs move closer to him, erasing the gap between them as she whispers, a faint voice in the shadows.
"You have no idea.... What I want from you...do you Bryon?" He picked her voice up as a faint, echoing radio signal forcing its way into his mind, but his thoughts had been drowned out by passion long ago. He moans and gently forces her back to the ground. She slips down, resting apon the carpet with his firm force, her eyes meeting his as the smile on her lips lingers on, her whole expression dancing with such passion and desire for him. She lifts her arms above her head and falls down, fully to the ground as if to offer herself to him, intented on zoning him out of what she really wants from him, making him wish for lust as she yearns for his blood.
Byron's hands, moving like a stringplayer's, work from her spine down her delicate white legs, shifting his body in unision with his fingers, moving to kiss the vunlnerable skin beneath her breasts. Gasping to his intimate touch she runs her hands down his arms, pulling with a soft tug of her hands for him to lift up, making him come up to her face once more. One of her hands release their grip from his arm to pull under his chin as she brushes her lips across his softly, before embracing his mouth with hers, taking his lips into a deep kiss as soft fangs of silken pricking scrape along his bottom lip, building up his blood to spill forth from a cut she makes.
Aela lingers within the kiss tenderly, as if to kiss a soft petal from a delicate flower, her tongue flicks out faintly between Bryon's lips, parting his slightly as her kiss to him increases, passion dwelling under the smooth texture of velvet touches. She tugs on his lips firmer now, drawing his vitae into her mouth as if it spilled only for her while thrusting her body up to his to keep him still as she steals his breath away.
Bryon recognizes the spilling of his blood only sluggishly, his mind being lost to the great beast desire. As it slowly dawns on him, though, his passions are invaded by a different, altogether more sinister force. "Come on, no." He whimpers unknowingly beneath his stolen breath, as his fangs instinctively are thrust painfully forward. He raises his head, tearing away from Aela's lips with unknown force, leaving her vaguely puzzled for only a split second. Instantly his face is buried in her long slender throat, as this time her life-force flows rushingly into his mouth.
She gasps out in a lusty moan, her back raises up from the floor to the intense thrust of his fangs into her throat, her mind now goes blank.... he was of your kind, she thinks, he is one like you... is this why I feel so...so... enticed?.. Her arms grip to his back firmly, digging to his skin as her body fills with uncontrolable delight, her blood flows with passion to him as she feels his touch through out her entire being.
As he holds her in his arms and feels the sweetness of her blood in his veins, his anger is slowly doused by the ecstasy. But with a gut-wrenching scream in his soul, something happened. The sweet sight of Aela's naked, bleeding body was disintegrated by something white, filling up his field of vision, blasting his thoughts to oblivion, and leaving him with only one thing - The image of Elizabeth Feildric, his sire, tapping her fingers at her desk. Bryon blinks, pulling up from Aela's neck with a jerk as his mind is taunted by his Sire; he can almost hear her voice. With a second breath he is up, bluring away from Aela to snatch up his trenchcoat from the couch nearby. He staggers, seemingly fighting with his mind to stay, but in a moment he is gone, through the doors, leaving Aela breathless and confused apon the carpet floor.
The candles flicker within the room, casting odd shadows around the apartment, haunting it's silence. Aela slowly sits up, cupping a hand to her wound as it slowly closes with a look of utter despare. He left, she thought, I found a kin to my soul, the flame to my fire and he flee's. She swallows harshly in this realization, mumbling to the casted shadows that dance about her.
"I kissed his shadow.....and this kiss did not touch him." Her eyes water slightly within the dim light, her face holds tight to her pain. "This kiss was lost in the air, and melted with the shadow." A Glance to the door leaves her trembling, as she continues..
"Unlike those shadows, my precious Amour, could you stray from me?"