THERE'S A THUNDER IN OUR HEARTS, BABY------giselle

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=0f232e] Lars grinned as he stepped out of the bushes with Giselle, taking in the scenery of Disney as they strode along the walkways, underneath the castle before emerging into an array of pinks and other pastel colorings. His eyes were lost in taking the mass of people and paths leading off to whatever attractions fathomable. Disrupted from his childlike wonder by Giselle's words he brought himself back to hunt mode. Dropping his shoulders and looking as inconspicuous as possible, Lars combed through the humans carefully, sizing any of them up while also taking in any surroundings to find a hide away to quietly enjoy himself. His eyes in slits, he spotted a nearby smoking section, a little cove of shrubs and trees, relatively dark and seemingly empty. Perfect. Now to deliberate who would be the lucky contestant. They all seemed so boring. His lips curled up, trying to slice out at least once individual that wasn't a son or a daughter or a mother or a father.. anyone who just would be more interesting to make the brief contact with. Hardly any luck when you went to Disney though, conventional meathouse it was, after all. So Lars picked Daffy Duck. To Hell with it, after tonight he could say he sabotaged a Disney Park character. Question was, how to get him out of sight? A pleasant challenge it was however, all Lars had to do was convince the big, fat white thing that his (non-existent) daughter wanted a picture. Everyone was left in their own hustle and bustle to really notice. No one cared about Daffy Duck anyway, he was a little, negative bitch. It didn't take long before Mr. Daffy saw no presence of a girl in the isolated smoking section. Lars rolled his eyes briefly as he turned around, having used not an ounce of mind control on the soon to be poultry. Sad, really.. Didn't anyone teach these French sons of bitches not to follow people into dark places?! The duck was just about to turn away and make a run for it, a muffled voice coming up from wherever mesh was to be found on the costume, some little protest or question to what was going on. The voice was enough to give Lars a clue where this guy's face was, and with a swift move Lars had him, back against the tree as his hands ripped from the top of the suit to unveil the headpiece. A gruff groan of protest came from the costumed male, Lars just shut him up by pressing his face against the tree and biting down onto his neck from behind him. The man whimpered and tried to struggled at first, but Lars's grip to the back of his head just drove stronger into the tree to shut him up. Soon enough after a few minutes of drinking, however, Daffy began to loose energy to put up such efforts. Lars felt the heart rate of his character friend dropping considerably and removed his grip from both his fist and jaw, letting the now bloodstained white, duck suited man fall to the ground as Lars wiped his mouth with his headpiece before tossing that down with him. With a satisfied sigh, Lars made his way back to search for Giselle. He'd have to tell her how fun that was. They'd have to go after Goofy or Mickey after the closing fireworks. Checking his phone, not missing a beat in his step back to where Giselle left him, he found it was only twenty minutes or so before closing. The widening of his hazel eyes made it evident to anyone he wished he hadn't bothered to look. The nausea that he thought feeding would curb came bubbling back up with the sudden apprehension. "Fuck," he sighed to himself, tucking away his phone as his eyes scanned again for Giselle. He figured he only had one other option now, so upon laying eyes on her he announced, "Let's go to that Alice in Wonderland Labyrinth for the firework, yeah?" So help him if the place was packed, but at this hour and time of night - he doubted anyone else was preparing for a labyrinth trip, the more secluded and romantic the better. As if he was dropping the knee in front of a hundred other people. Nope, not that confident, try again. THIS IS TAGGED TO GIZZY BB. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO ALKALINE TRIO AS SHE WROTE THIS 720 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, that was written super quick, so excuse any weirdo typo errors.

[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=1f1423] Giselle's mom and dad never brought her here. Shame that they had her brainwashed into disliking anything fun anyway. Killing was fun. Sex was fun. Everything else was business. She felt very old here, unlike Lars who's face was lit up as a child's would. Sad that she wasn't missing anything - you can't miss what you never had. She watched Lars take his leave. She was curious as to what his thoughts were. She envied his ease of adapting into the youthful environment, like he was years younger. Being here, Giselle felt so alien, like if you had to circle which one didn't belong off a list, Giselle would be circled. In this park everyone could relive their childhood again, feel young again. Giselle couldn't do either of those things, Lars could though. Perhaps her fixation on young prey is why she was so drawn to this place for hunting. But that still didn't make her feel any less like an outcast. Just look at Lars, going after the duck. This was just comical. Giselle giggled as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes. He really had a beef with that duck. Bad history perhaps? Did Donald emotionally scar him for life or something? A boy's intoxicating scent captivated her attention. The vampress followed his strut with stone cold eyes. Mine. She fell into a prowl behind him. He was alone, young, maybe 23, very good looking, and very dead very soon. He was walking toward the teacups. He looked lost the way he kept looking around at the signs. Giselle moved ahead of him stealthily and then shot a suggestive glance back at him. The mortal's eyebrows knitted together, but she had his attention. "You look lost..." Follow me. Giselle sauntered forward with a swagger of her hips. The mortal pursued her indubitably like a little lovesick puppy dog. Giselle stepped off the pink path and onto lush green grass. The park was littered with patches of greenery with a little pond. She led the mortal by the water. Crouching, Giselle motioned a "come here" with her index finger. Under her enchantment, he squatted in front of her. She let go of the bewitchment over him - his previously apathetic expression turned into one of confusion. "Shhhh," Giselle pressed a finger to his mouth. "You know what I want," she purred, then brought plump pink lips to his ear and whispered, "Give it to me."

[/i][/color] She pounced. Wrapping vulturous claws around his throat, she squeezed his windpipe to the point where he wouldn't be able to utter a sound, and before unconsciousness could take him. She shredded through his soft, pliant neck with razor incisors, and latched them down deep into the jugular. He was gushing with the succulent fluid, Giselle sucked it down hard.

Giselle emerged from the greenery with arms and legs blood smeared, and face wiped clean, feeling rejuvenated and wired. The white's of her eyes held a demonic red tint to them, her pupils were dilated to the point where her grey irises were covered with black. Slathered in the fresh blood, she felt a savage fire burning in her chest. Eying Lars's bloody kill approvingly, she no longer felt like an outsider. As they walked to meet up with each other, Lars proposed that they go into the labyrinth. Giselle nodded and allowed her monster to lead the way.[/blockquote]

the count was 582 and she's wearing this and also, I just noticed your mistake... Daffy is Warner Brothers, Donald is Disney xP.

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[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=0f232e] Lars stood in the paved spot he left Giselle at, however absent with a Giselle for a few moments. In those few moments alone, he let go of controlling his face and breathed in deeply to try and expel his nerves. So the feeding had helped his stomach. Good, the last thing he needed was to puke all over her as he asked her to marry him. Running tattooed hands down his face as he switched the weight on one foot to the other, Lars physically cast away the visible uneasiness, or tried to at least. As the tips of his fingers fell from in front of his eyes, there Giselle stood. It was evident she'd gotten her sloppy seconds. Lars just retained a cornered grin at this along with slightly raised eye brows. He was wearing a very expensive leather blazer, and had obviously decided to keep it clean. Speaking of, however, it was getting might hot under the thing, or maybe the moisture was just because of his mental anticipation. Regardless, he shrugged it off as they walked toward the back of the park where the maze was, slinging it over his shoulder while the cooling air easily made its way through the untucked and rolled up sleeves of the white cotton dress shirt. Lars eyed Giselle from the side as they walked in silence, a small smile arising out of him. They were different, that was a given. But with her all bloodstained and satisfied like she was now, Lars couldn't be more sure of his decision. It was funny, small things such as that that just reaffirmed him, brought him back to normalcy. It was her constant that he'd tried once upon a time to change. He failed obviously, but he accepted that part of their relationship. He was stupid for trying to change her, and was glad that although she could be classified as an undiagnosed bipolar female, she still had the fatal huntress regardless of the weather... so to speak. He couldn't explain why he loved that, but he did. Like the hot fire you should know better not to touch, but you do it anyway. Enough times of doing it and you've just become a fucking masochist. That's how it was. And Lars loved every minute of it. Then again when had he not? Giselle and he had different upbringings, the trip to the park proved that. It wasn't that he was a child now, if he was he would be bonkers riding rides. But he was privileged enough to have had the chance to be one. To make his own mistakes, to learn the hard way, to do things just for the sake of doing it, hold his innocence for as long as possible - his parents more than willingly gave him the opportunity for all that. He may have grown up fast, but he was more than pleased with how he grew up, he realized. So although he would never really pick Disney for a hunting grounds, he could still look at the place with fond memories, memories held in the eyes of a child, and they forever would be unchangeable. He could only guess Giselle at a young age though. He wasn't sure he'd like to. The biggest brat ever, most likely. But she had spent time in an orphanage. Their wasn't much room to be a brat in there, or so he would guess. He didn't think it was his place to ask, especially not now. He couldn't imagine being forced to take everything seriously when you were below the age of eleven. It obviously just fucked up with your coping process. coming out of his psyche evaluation on Giselle, Lars was stopped in the entrance to the maze. It was closed at dark, or the signs very much said so. But there was just a wooden fence-like barrier to keep people out of it. So Lars just placed a foot on the top and lifted himself over nice and clean like, turning about to lend his free hand to Giselle, as he surmised climbing over in large heels took a bit more effort. "I've... had a good time tonight," he spoke softly, touching his lips to her ear as they tread through the path, an Alice in Wonderland character statue here and there. The labyrinth itself was less than extensive, and in no time, a clearing made itself known. THIS IS TAGGED TO GIZZY BB. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO BRAND NEW AS SHE WROTE THIS 734 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, uhhhm, so our next posts are going to have to be, longish ones, that take up the time span of... shortness. whoop.

[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=1f1423] Giselle placed her glove clad hand in Lars's and let him help pull her over the barrier. Thanking him with a kiss, she didn't relinquish his hand but kept it in her's while they walked, occasionally bumping shoulders with him lightly. The maze wasn't very interesting, but being alone with Lars here made it feel as though they were in their own little world. She recalled the night in London when Lars took her for a walk down a wooded path and he said he liked it because it slowed you down. She didn't understand his logic at first, countering that they were vampires, time could move as slow as they wanted it to. But a moment like this wasn't something you could just prolong just because you could. It was special in such a way that you could ride it out in slow motion until you couldn't anymore, and any attempt to prolong it would never give it the same feel that just came naturally. This is how she interpreted it anyway. Lars's thoughts were difficult to peg, but then again Giselle had a very difficult time reading into people. She wasn't the great a judge of character either. Hell, she thought Jack was a saint. But Lars was good. She was confident he'd never let her down. His dulcet voice vibrated pleasantly in her ear. Beaming, she returned, "Me, too. It's refreshing... a quiet evening... no one trying to kill us... Thank you, baby." As much as she loved ending her nights with fisticuffs, the peace was nice for tonight. Passing the Queen of Heart's tiny castle, Giselle stopped to examine the statue heart cards raised on a short wall and lined up on either side standing guard. "Cute," she declared flatly, "I kinda want to steal one for the front lawn," laughing, she turned and wrapped her arms loosely around Lars's neck and pushed him gently backward until he was sitting on the little cobblestone wall. "I loooooove you," she crooned. She lowered herself into a straddle across his lap and began kissing his neck while her hands worked his belt buckle. "And foreplay," she moved to nibble his ear lobe. "But evidently your belt buckle does not," she pouted and got off. "C'mon, love. When we get home I'll give you what you well deserve," she promised sultrily. the count was 400 and she's wearing this and also, shoooooort *sobs*.

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=0f232e] Lars just gazed at the little lawn creatures with one brow raised as Giselle remarked them. A small upturn in his lips and half closed eye lids gave evidence of his obvious contentment. A calm before the storm, if you will. Although no one expected anything bad to happen, per se. He was placid before future events of spoken words and the few seconds of hell in wait for a reply, in which, if he were alive, his heart would be hammering against his ribcage damn near audible. But for now, he just let Giselle coddle him. He ran his hands up the bare of her arms, moving along toward the small of her waist. His leather jacket was discarded from his grasp somewhere on the ground beside them while his smile rose as her cold lips touched along his neck, his hands never ceasing their exploration her her torso. It was good foreshadowing, at any rate, so he knew where all the zippers and buttons were for later on the dress. But alas, he should have expected the belt buckle to stump her. It's stumped her in the past, he'd have to teach her how to use it sometime. At them moment however, it was better if things had ended this way. Because honestly, he didn't have any desire in asking her to marry him after she just got him off. That was pretty fucking cheap, even he knew to have more class than that. Not by instinct, though, unfortunately. You live and learn right? Trial and error? Exactly. He'd had more than enough errors in the past to have learned his lessons the hard way. But of course, vampires were just naturally erotic as hell, add a perpetual early twenties libido in and you have one fucking awesome concoction. SO without further delay, Lars stood up after Giselle, leaning his forehead to hers, an obvious mischievous grin to his lips as his hands snaked down to her bottom, grasping bother her cheeks firmly before pressing her lower torso firmly to his, "Likewise, baby," he drawled out, mouth open ready to embellish on some more voluptuous talk before the first boom of fireworks were sent into the air. Oh, wonderful. Every arousing thought in his mind fled him when the sonic boom within the park gave way to an array of colors in the air. Lars's head rose to meet the glow of the spectacles in the air somewhere south of them over the castle. His hands found their way again modestly back to her waist, leaning his weight against her idly as his eyes fixed on the ongoing show. He sighed a once quietly, as to not make moving behind her less natural of a gesture. His other hand shuffled into his trouser pocket, fingering the little velvet box that had been resting their undisturbed for the majority of the night. He kept his other hand preoccupied with his thumb making little circles in the black of her dress above her abdomen. His blank face next to hers probably gave way to some anxiousness, but he kept his eyes trained on the purples and blues in the sky instead of making everything too uneasy. It was do or die, now, he thought, having worked up enough nerves to make it apparent, in their close proximity, for Giselle to pick up on his discomfort. So, grasping the velvet box into his fist, Lars inclined his head minutely to her ear, breathing soundlessly and shallowly in and began to articulate, "Giselle, will you marry me?" And then there it was, the prickling of all his pores, sweat barriers ready to come down and give way to moisture, mouth ready to go dry, eyes pricking, prepared to water; any distress signal his body could muster was beginning to cave on him. The velvet box was now out of his pocket and between his chest and her back, waiting to be popped open. His face lips just remained near the crook of her neck and jawline, hazel eyes refusing to blink before any reaction was given. THIS IS TAGGED TO GIZZY BB. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO Every Time I Die AS SHE WROTE THIS 702 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, wasitokay?omigoshI'msoun-sure.

[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=1f1423] Love was aggravatingly fickle. This didn't necessarily mean it was a bad thing... not in Giselle's case anyway. The last place she expected to find love was in a London pub many moons ago. How naive she was then. Her poor brooding darling was feeling down that night, and all Giselle could think of doing was breaking him down for her own selfish curiosity. They shared an extreme resentment for each other that night. She felt no attraction to the troubled peasant vampire who feared his fangs. He was everything she hated, but this feeling was mutual. Rewinding 11 years from now, Giselle was so sure she found her soul mate in Jack. They had a solid relationship until he left, as far as Giselle was concerned. Still, she tries to convince herself that Jack never meant to deceive her from the start and he just rotted over time. Jack was perfect for her -- the perfect monster, lover, psyche. He was everything she could possibly want, but it figures he was just too good to be true. Giselle needed something more. Finding that something in Lars was inconceivable until he became a necessity for her survival. After she got past her biased temperament, loving Lars wasn't so unthinkable anymore. Fickle love prevented her destruction, but was it possible to maintain a healthy relationship that stemmed initially from hate? Did Giselle act out of impulse the first time they had sex, just wanting more than anything to feel what Jack had previously provided her? Surely Giselle was considering all this now because she feared betrayal again and not because she for one second thought Lars unsuitable. Sometimes she'd brood over what made Lars's love for her run so deep simply because she felt unsuitable for him. Her imperfections, heavy baggage, mercurial disposition, and high maintenance was enough to repel men from ever falling in love with that. She'd worry herself that Lars's love for her was based off sympathy for her being forsaken, or simply fear for his own life. She thought, Oh, he's just sticking around because he has to. Because he knows I'll kill him if he leaves me. Because he knows I fear his betrayal and he doesn't want my suicide on his conscience. What we have won't last long. He doesn't really love me. Who would love me? The unconfidence in herself and Lars was disgraceful. She was too ashamed with herself to ever speak these highly insulting thoughts to him. The problem was within herself. She always felt so sure of her judgment until what happened with Jack. Now she was a twitchy hot mess. Her paranoid fear of being betrayed was so irrationally extreme to the point where if she wasn't too careful she might lose the first truly loyal relationship she's ever had. Jack made her this way. Extraordinary that the damage he inflicted still remained. Self-torment was a vampire that would forever be ingrained in Giselle's persona. Giselle's body shocked her out of her musings as the vibrant explosion of fireworks overhead initiated an involuntary spasm. Suddenly she was alerted of mental stress which Lars resonated, "audible" only to a creature sensitive to these things. She could perceive no antecedent for his swift ailment, but was only mildly confused more than she was concerned. She was about to inquire an explanation for this when he breathed five words that Giselle never dreamed of hearing for the remainder of her life. Grey oculi widened, a sharp intake of breath followed suit. "Mon Dieu," she stiffly vocalized. Did she have it in her to try that again? Could she find the will to live if he were to ever betray her? Was she willing to literally risk her life for this commitment? Fuck yes. If she could be ignorantly happy again, she was incredibly willing to risk it. If she could trust Lars blindly, which she could with her new found discretion, then there was absolutly no reason why she couldn't give love a second chance. Stunned features gave way to sheer joy. "Oui, oui, oui, mon amour! Yes, yes!" Utter happiness swelled in her chest, tear ducts failing, the salty liquid leapt from her eyes. She flung her arms around Lars and crushed his lips with her own. Mark the night when the two hopeless romantics gave in to each other at last. the count was 723 and she's wearing this and also, I hope this was a good enough response!.

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=0f232e] Lars's breath remained hitched on a hook somewhere at the top of his throat. The milliseconds of silence leaned it's weight down, pulling at his inner seams in painful expectation. His face pricked, his ears burned. But then she cussed. Thank fuck for that. Lars worked the reaction out in his mind, over analyzing in his jittery stupor. That must mean she was taking him seriously. Imagine if she hadn't. He'd be crushed, every fiber of confidence he had built up to put forth the question would have been excreted and downplayed to total shit. Her laughing at him was the worst that would have happened, but obviously it didn't seem to be playing out in that direction, much to his anticipated relief. He didn't have much time to think much else before she was on him. Her lips her lips thrust on his after a series of yeses. Almost immediately his body language went lax. He exhaled a mighty breath in between them, eagerly trying to breathe her in thereafter. His mind was blown. He had a fiance now. He was someone's fiance. He'd never been to that level, that commitment with a person. The new, short lived but still, experience was already turning out well. His long lived, past superstitions about marriage were left behind after this moment. He couldn't afford to harbor ridiculous doubts with this relationship. An arm crushed her body into his, holding her there against him while the other wound it's way into her dark, red curls, pressing her face eagerly to his before he broke the kiss. He looked at her shortly before placing another peck on her lips, letting his grip on her slack. All the rush of the night was over, the clouds of doubt in his mind pulled away, allowing him to think without worry or fear. Lars's face wound itself down from whatever tight muscled, wide eyed frenzy it'd been in the hours prior. All the physical oddities made their exit on a hearty exhale, his contact with Giselle dropping totally. With a slight upturn on his lips, Lars shifted through his pockets quietly before bring out out a small velvet box, "You're getting all excited before the catch,"

[/b] he smiled down at the ring, the box flipped open and turned to her.

He'd had a hell of a time finding a ring he'd felt was adequate for Giselle's taste. He knew she'd want something big and shiny, God forbid he got her anything simplistic or silver. He visited the jewelery chains first, just to investigate, but they held items over populated and not original in the least. So the next trip was to refurbished antique boutiques. Can we say triple the price? But it's there where he found the perfect one. It wasn't too unique, just formatted in your traditional wedding ring style, a gold band, a big diamond and some little bits of diamond filigree tear dropping on the band away from the main rock. It was perfectly polished, though, one could never guess it was circa 1930's.

Grasping Giselle's left, gloved hand in his tattooed one, Lars removed the laced cloth and pushed it into his pocket. He eased the diamond ring out of it's captivity. He stood with his forehead to hers as he slipped it on her ring finger. He lifted her hand to his lips momentarily, before pulling away. He wasn't usually such a goddamn romantic, but tonight it was pointless to hold anything back. With that thought fleeting across his subconscious, an impulsive, "I fucking love you," breathed its way from his lips as he moved instinctively forward, his hands finding home on her waist and head against hers.

THIS IS TAGGED TO GIZZY BB. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO ALKALINE TRIO AS SHE WROTE THIS 611 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, IF YOU LIKE IT THEN YOU SHOULDDA PUT A RING ON IT ~~~.

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[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=1f1423] Giselle's heart fluttered when Lars pulled her in and yielded his lips to her own. Passion consumed her, overwhelming joy surged into every fiber of her being. Much to her objection, Lars broke the kiss first. A provocative glower indicated that the frisky femme was annoyed with teasing and intensely lusting to get down to business. As his arm dropped from her, thereby severing all physical contact, she minutely lost her patience and snarled her disapproval. With sex dominating her thoughts, she hardly noticed him flipping open a velvet box until he vocally called it to her attention. Tearing her eyes away from his, they dropped to the massive gem and widened. Hands covering her mouth as her breath hitched, she gasped a muffled, "Oh my fucking God." After he slipped the ring onto her finger, she held out her hand in front of her and gazed at it lovingly. Gray eyes flittered back to his, liberated from their entranced state when he voiced his love for her. "I love you, too, so so much. More than words can describe. This... Lars, this means the world to me." She couldn't stand that their bodies weren't touching. Lars seemingly read her mind because his arm wound it's way around her waist. She pushed herself up against him earnestly and lust devoured her again. "We need to get home. Now." Any lingering insecurities vanished. She remembered she felt the same way when Jack proposed to her, this is part of the reason why she had so much trouble trusting people or opening up. It was a wonderful feeling, the love she knew Lars felt for her. She didn't have to spend immortality alone anymore because someone truly cared about her and wanted to spend the rest of forever with her. After her first marriage failed and her bitchiness worsened, she thought herself to be unlovable. She didn't want to change herself or drop her defenses out of fear that the same thing would happen to her. Amazingly she actually didn't have to change too much of that aspect of herself for Lars to love her. She could be herself around him. But for him she was willing to sacrifice her excessive pride. She knew she hadn't mistaken lust for love when she wanted to make someone else, other than herself, happy. She wanted to give him everything unconditionally and only wanted the satisfaction of his happiness in return. This was a huge deal for Giselle. Taking Lars's hand, she pulled gently to get him walking toward the maze's exit. Oftentimes while Giselle and Lars were dating, she'd wonder what it was he saw in her that kept him around. She always figured she had a ton more cons then pros, but Lars seemed to love her flaws. Lars was always very patient with her, not to mention forgiving as well. It wasn't that easy to get under his skin like she could with most people, and her temper tantrums were commonplace. He always knew the right words to say, the right way to diffuse her. He put up with a lot of her shit and she was astounded she hadn't scared him away. But they were a lot more compatible then she gave them credit. Lars and Giselle balanced each other out perfectly. Of course, their contradictions often led to arguments, but they were always resolved. The fact that they both had a lot of baggage helped. They couldn't exactly empathize with each other, but they could definitely sympathize. The more Giselle mulled over things like this the more she realized just how deep her trust issues ran - this was the root of her problems and insecurities. But she was confident that Lars was her man and he'd never ever hurt her. Accepting his proposal was by no means impulsive. She didn't say yes just so she could feel the joy of marriage again. No, she finally found someone she could trust and she wasn't going to be so paranoid that she'd let him walk away. Lars was her's, he wasn't going anywhere, he loved her so much, and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. the count was 700 and she's wearing this and also, FINALLY!!.

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=0f232e] Once upon a time Lars was a firm believer in the idea that people don't change. He probably still would be if it weren't for the fact that he himself had indeed changed. Obviously we aren't talking species change, although that is a very important factor in all matters concerned. Let's go back around eight years ago where Mr. Trell was a jobless addict with a recovering case of syphilis and a promise to a pregnant girlfriend's parents that he'd stick it out for her. The last bit is admirable... but a lie, where exactly do you think he got the pox? Definitely not her. Luckily there's things called antibacterials and abortions - but that's a whole other story. The point is Lars is not the kid he was before. The aforementioned were just highlights of his actions, not a full view onto his past day to day demeanor or lifestyle. It was a scary thing, to see and believe all that potential would go to waste. You could tell he wasn't stupid entirely, he was just misguided, neglected and lacking positivity in his life. A single mother in New York City was a hard thing to look up to, especially when she carried along many of the same vices as her son did and was rarely seen. There were rare intimate moments, when the two of them would lounge on the couch together late at night watching a movie or some info-mercials. His mother would have her hair down, make-up smudged and dressed in slacks while she offered her, then lanky, son a drag of a shared cigarette. The two rarely spoke, but there was that fucked up lifestyle romanticism to his teens that Lars held close to him. Back to the present, though - Lars had indeed changed. He was at the most selfless moment in his life so far, right now. Proposing, something he'd promised himself he'd never do at the age of thirteen. The idea lasted a good while, too. Lars believed he was not in the fear of commitment but just the concept of marriage itself. Then Jack came along. He experienced an array of emotions in those months, most of which he was not proud of, but became justifiable when he learned of Jack's true intentions. The most prominent: Jealousy. He was jealous of Giselle's devotion to Jack even after his multiple year hiatus. He mentally figured that unreasonable and ridiculous and for the life of him, Lars could not understand why. Events and growing devotion led him to realize that there was no way he could be truly committed without risking everything. In his case, this meant tying the knot. Giselle had ricked it all with Jack and dare he assume with her mental stability. Lars had ripped that stability away from her - but not without the help of her own self. He was still sorry for doing so, but trusts needed to be ripped away in order to be rebuit... Now he was willing to risk his own fears and doubts to do that. His own fear of a life ruining marriage that his parents had instilled in him - risked to better his relationship with his own lover. The ultimate selfless act next to dying for her. Not to say the whole relationship wasn't extremely selfless on his part. It a funny way he didn't have to try to make it so, however. Thanks to the rewards in return it wasn't a chore or a task. It was something totally new to Lars, something that he'd never felt in another romantic relationship. Even when they were in bed (or anywhere else for that matter) he kept Giselle's own pleasure as a top priority next to his own. Luckily enough for the male sex - you keep your girl happy and you're happy. He'd never been to deep in it like that; not with Ruby, not with Haemish. It worked out in both their favor, though, since he was getting the same treatment in return. Little could go wrong when a couple was just trying to make each other happy. And yet, they weren't smitten and blind enough to leave their own well-being behind. It was a good balance of independence and benevolence. And for that, he was willing to put up with all the bullshit and baggage and death threats that being Giselle's lover entailed. He was pleased with her reaction to her ring, but like her, concentrated on other things. He grabbed up his things quickly before she grabbed his hand to make their way out of the place. He remained speechless as they exited the maze. His gaze was locked forward before swiveling himself around to walk backward in front of her a few steps, a mischievous smirk on his face. Leaning forward long enough to breathe, "Beat you to the car," he released his grip on her hand, jingling the car keys he'd taken back from her sometime between their closeness and turned away to spring toward the exit of the park. THIS IS TAGGED TO GIZZY BB. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO PLACEBO AS SHE WROTE THIS 841 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, RUNRUNRUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN TO THE SEXY-MOBILE.

[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=1f1423] The corner of Giselle's lips twitched as she swatted at the keys Lars jingled in her face. Utter joy was practically radiating off of him. Clearly he was thrilled with their engagement. She was elated that she could make him feel this way considering his commitment issues. There was really no better way to express her gratitude than with her body, and she was extremely eager to do so. Obviously he was excited for what the rest of the night would bring as well. He challenged her to a race for a car and then turned to make a run for it. Cackling, she took off after him, bumping his shoulder as she passed. Unfortunately for her, Lars had the advantageous footwear. Running in heels was a challenge in itself. He beat her to the car and even had her door open. She slid into the passenger seat and waited for Lars to get in on his side and close the door. Frisky vampires and tinted windows did not bode well for Giselle, who preferred the comfort of a bed. She was severely tempted for car sex. Sitting on her hands, she gave him the deer in the headlights look. "Oh my God. Drive the damn car before I change my mind," she begged. Then she made the mistake of allowing her eyes to fall on his very alluring lips. "Aww to hell with it," she growled and made a move to wrap her arms around his neck, then hesitated. "No... no I can wait until we get home. Drivvvvvvvve!" she beseeched. Leaning over, she turned the key in the ignition, grabbed Lars's hand, and moved it to the gear shift. She could wait another hour. Hell, if Lars broke a few laws they could be back in a half hour tops. She didn't want to make their bedroom round two. It'd be more fulfilling if it was round one on the night he proposed. Car sex on this certain night seemed cheap, and she wasn't thrilled with the idea either. It wasn't the most comfortable thing, didn't matter how flexible she or Lars was. the count was 355 and she's wearing this and also, Ima change the tone a little? I had something serious and long planned out to write, but I figured we can take a break from that and use a few fun short posts for now considering how busy we've both been?.

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=0f232e] The current predicament was more than typical. It further exemplified the vast differences between sexes. Lars was all ready to go, and had more than a mind to get going right now - in fact that's what he planned on doing. But of course, the one time Giselle had to practice self restraint was now. What a chick. Only they would want to save the first engaged fuck for the bedroom. In Lars's mind it made absolutely no difference whatsoever. No, that was untrue, in his mind, spontaneous sex anywhere and everywhere was ten times better than the boring setting of a bedroom. So while he looked at her wide eyed at her conclusion to abstain for an hour or so, a feat that - to a certain part of his anatomy seemed impossible - Lars ground his molars together. She lunged forward finally after a little bit of staring on his part, and Lars was ready to tackle to her the other side of the car as he returned the action. Those few moments turned out to be nothing more than a terrible tease, however, as Giselle pulled away from him again. His body remained bent over her side of the car, though, as she protested and put the key in ignition. This wasn't really happening. No, it wasn't a terribly big deal. But at this time it was, to him. For now he was extremely sexually frustrated. Sure, maybe Giselle had an inkling of idea that making him hold out would only intensify what was to come in the near future. But it was still pure torture for her counterpart. Lars respected her wishes though, just barely, and hit the car into the first gear - not wasting time before continuing to the next and the next as to get home in the fastest way possible. His Scorpio self couldn't help but let his eyes wander to the next seat over to let the hazel hues hover over Giselle's milky legs. He would catch himself though, only to have the immediate urge to rub himself against the steering wheel to alleviate some pressure in his pants. Soon enough, though, they were on the highway, "I don't understand why you have the notion that I can make the trip to up the stairs, anyway, darling, I'd rather just fucking take you against the foyer wall when we get home," he growled, making it apparent her logic and his own didn't see eye to eye. After he spoke, he didn't wait for a reply, in fear that it wouldn't do any good for his current situation, so he flicked the radio volume dial to full. With any luck Giselle would be adamant in teasing him, at which point, he wouldn't have any control over himself. THIS IS TAGGED TO GIZZY BB. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO THE SMITHS AS SHE WROTE THIS 477 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, ohhhhh sexually frustrated Lars <3 so fun to write for.

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[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=1f1423] The only thing she could offer him was an apologetic look. Poor Lars, this must be his hell. Giselle shrank in her seat, slightly frightened by his hot and bothered temperament. Despite the radio's full volume, Giselle spoke anyway, aware that a vampire's highly sensitive ears could pick out even a whisper under the booming speakers. "You might not even be able to make it out of the garage," she chimed in. She couldn't possibly be enduring this wait as rough as he was, and she honestly didn't know how painful it must be for him. But it would be well worth it in the end. Very well worth it. Holding out this long would only be beneficial to them anyway. Lars's eyes trailing over her legs didn't go unnoticed. In fact, it just gave her incentive to tease him mercilessly. What a cold-hearted bitch. Giselle propped her left heel up on the dash. As a result, the dress inched up to slightly below her hip. She ran her hands up and down the length of her leg to massage it. She couldn't help a mischievous little smirk. Eyes flashing to Lars and then back to her leg quickly, she proceeded to torment him further verbally, "Damn, they're so smooth and silky. Shame that we still have another twenty minutes of driving..." laughing, she put her foot back down and fixed the dress. "Sorry babe, but you'll thank me later," she promised. She relieved him of further torture and devoted her attention to the window. She sat quietly, occasionally springing or twisting some of the curls in her hair. Distracting herself was probably much easier for her than Lars. The painful throb of arousal couldn't be ignored, however, which was only increasing in intensity, but Lars quite blatantly had it way worse than her. She had no right to complain really. She recalled the first time they had sex. An image of the bathroom after they were done flashed into her mind's eye. They were destructive, and that was putting it lightly. She couldn't even begin to imagine the state the mansion would be in after tonight. She'd have to give her maids a bonus for the clean-up they'd have to be doing. the count was 372 and she's wearing this and also, Drive faaaaaaster!.

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=0f232e] Lars's face broke into a smirk brought on by his discomfort at her taunting him. His tongue pressed itself against the inside of his lower lip as he gave her a side glance in disbelief. She'd never played him like this before. He wasn't going to say he completely hated it either, nor was he going to admit that fact that it drove him crazy in the best of ways. He sighed in an disgruntled manner, emitting a little growl form the back of his throat while doing so. "You're un-fucking-believable," he muttered deeply before letting his grin drop slowly. He snorted at her last statement, doubting that he'd be on his knees thanking her for anything if he just let his dick bruise up against his pants for the whole ride home. Honest to god he was putting forth everything into his driving and to not giving away the fact that his whole body and soul was pushing him to commit some sort of crime of passion. Every thought he'd trained himself to think of when he needed to coax his mind out of arousal was failing him. The idea that a high speed fan was placed over his erection wasn't doing a damn thing to control it. Obviously, he'd become some sort of masochist, seeing as the mere thought only made things worse. Things involving sexual anatomy, even in danger weren't going to help. Lars's eyes scattered around the road, his tattooed hands clutching the steering wheel and stick shift as he weaved his way speedily through cars. Slaughter houses and animal guts only made his mind trail off into thinking of slabs of meat, and therefore thinking of some degrading porn. If he started multiplying numbers in his head his attractive algebra teachers from eleventh grade would dominate his thoughts. There was practically no hope, at this point. Everything he could think of would ultimately turn into something carnal.. Even if that was so, it kept all the excitement in his head. Which, ultimately worked against their favor. What he should be doing is planning out what his next move will be when they get home. Which would be no fucking trouble if Giselle had just put out once before they left. Whatever notion she had that holding out on him was a good idea was ridiculous. He couldn't even fucking think straight - much less know how to unbuckle his own goddamned belt when the time came. Lars licked his lips, his face all contorted in a frustrated manner. His lips were tight and pursed while his brow furrowed, glancing at the highway from underneath his brow. Giselle had spoiled him, and now denied him his candy. Lars wasn't happy. End of story. Not only that, but he was stubborn and refused to take no for an answer. He wasn't going to take advantage of her in the last fifteen minutes of the ride home. That'd be stupid. At this point, he knew she probably wouldn't refuse him, anyway, but Lars knew what she wanted and he respected that. He, however, was not going to fucking wait until he got home. So he took matters into his own hands… literally, after slamming the car into it's next gear and fiddling with his belt and pants. His fingers laced around himself, concealing the singular tattoo of a lipstick stain that resided there, would only withdraw when the stick shift needed tending to. His face relaxed considerably with the newly found freedom before a smaller grin overtook his face as well as a mischievous glint in his eye. It wasn't like he had any sex appeal in his legs that were busy controlling the vehicle, but he'll be damned if he can't tease Giselle mercilessly and please himself at the same time. Hazel eyes scoured across over to her side of the car while he leaned his head back against the rest. THIS IS TAGGED TO GIZZY BB. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO BRAND NEW AS SHE WROTE THIS 680 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, LOL YOU GET US HOME. I'm too busy wondering if I should have gone into cheesy/smutty detail on him touching himself or if it's good just being vague and up to everyone's imagination.

[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=18161d] Like hell she'd let him get away with that. If this was his retaliation to her cruelty, if he thought he could, for one second, avenge himself, he was severely mistaken. Giselle was very pro revenge… but never on her. Hell no. The ramifications of spiting a one Giselle Audley had probably slipped his mind because there was absolutely no way he'd even consider trying payback if he remembered who he was dealing with here. What he was doing crossed a line. Giselle could only see this as a threat - she refused to allow any man have vengeance over her. She had to win. Bottom line. It was very brave of Lars to do this, but she presumed he was much more concerned with alleviating himself then with conceiving Giselle's twisted train of thought. However, though her gaze remained fixated on the flashing scenery, her keen ears were vet much attuned to Lars's groping of himself. She didn't move to stop him nor change the vacant expression on her face. But Lars should be knowing better. His spidey senses should be tingling just because of her passivity in regards to this new turn of events - quiet Giselle wasn't normal. Men. So impulsive and impatient. She held out for seven freaking years after jack left, and she certainly never resorted to going solo. Lars here couldn't help himself for fifteen minutes. Frankly, she was more disappointed with him then angry. Clearly the arousal he was experiencing was significantly more intense than hers, but she could hardly feel genuine sympathy for a cheater. She let him go on for another couple of minutes. They had gotten off the highway by now and were navigating Paris's streets. Giselle still had not budged a muscle since he unzipped his pants. Hopefully her stoic demeanor in itself perturbed Lars some. It was more than time she reminded him who he was marrying. Giselle spent the last second motionless, and the next in staggeringly rapid motion without warning. Her fangs came down hard into the hand Lars was using to pleasure himself, her own hands gripped the sides of his pants and ripped them down, and he disappeared in her mouth. She might have given him ten seconds of happiness before she nipped him. She pushed herself up off his lap and took to her side of the vehicle again. "I couldn't just sit here and allow your suffering to go on. That should take the edge off. Don't try a stunt like that again, darling," she winked and erupted in a fit of cackles. They were at the mansion in under ten minutes. Lars blasted the car home, he nearly smashed through the garage door. Giselle launched herself across to his side. She tackled him against the door. One of them got it open, then they were on the garage floor, Giselle on top. She was slashing at his shirt before the thought of her burning desire to do this in the comfort of their bedroom crossed her mind. the count was 500 and she's wearing this and also, Yeah I know. I'm evil..

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=0f232e] Hazel eyes shifted back to the road, finding no sort of satisfaction in the view of the passenger seat. He would have expected some form of reaction, clearly. A brow rose the tiniest inch at the flat reply. He wasn't a schmuck, he knew she'd do something eventually, even if she was just scheming now. Or she'd get him back for it later on in the course of the night. Either way it was a win/win situation for him. His tongue ran along the front of his teeth slowly, not ceasing the rhythm of his palm as he multitasked in driving the car. If Giselle was in any sort of mood to take notes she'd probably notice this wasn't the first time he'd done this. But alas, the girls go all limp when the subject of pleasuring yourself came into play. Their loss. Lars was content with himself, for the most part, although he arguably got enough sex to not have an actual need to do so. And people wondered how he got himself to appear so stress free and suave! He'd like to thank his good friend, Jack Doff. Lars waited for any sort of response getting off the highway as little sighs escaped his parted mouth. He had no intention on finishing, that'd just be messy. Luckily, though he didn't have to worry about it as he saw Giselle move out of his peripheral vision, the corner of his mouth twisting up as fast as she did so. Her teeth ripped into his hand, causing him to release himself and pull away from her mouth. "Ow!" he cried almost playfully, as if he'd been nipped by a puppy. He brought the hand to his mouth, sucking on the wound for a moment until it stopped bleeding, watching her from over his palm as she went down on him. His mouth formed a toothy smile before his incisors caught hold of his lower lip. Lars drew in a gasp of air and released it as a groan as his foot pressed down on the clutch, the now healed hand sinking underneath Giselle to flick the gear so he could then pursue leaning in on the gas pedal. Suddenly, though, his foot jolted back, knee hitting the steering wheel as he looked down at his lap rather wide eyed, "HEY!" he yelled, the wide grin still on his countenance, but his eyes filled with surprise. The pain from below slowly ebbed away while the smile left him, being replaced with a tongue-in-cheek expression of annoyance. Annoyance more for the fact that she'd stopped, not that she'd given him a love bite. Well, he'd gotten what he'd wanted, now hadn't he? He pursed his lips, both hands back on the wheel, his torso pushed forward to try and somehow be ahead of the car to try and get it home faster. "MmmmHM," he hummed in the midst of her cackling, "On the contrary, darling, if that's the response I'm gonna get for it I might have to try it more often around you." The car was finally parked, and Lars didn't have enough time to even open his door before he was pushed up against it with a hungry force. His back met the concrete. Giselle straddled his lap, but slid down slowly on account of his legs still being strewn in the car. Lars kicked around a little while she sought to destroy his garments so that he was completely out of the vehicle. Along the way he'd successfully kicked his boots off. His hands found her upper back from under her arms and tugged her down to kiss her hard. They ran along the length of her shoulders, attempting hastily to get as much hair out of the way before grabbing a handful each of her dress and ripping it at the zipper. Lars's shirt was split open in the front and half way down his arms as he took hold of Giselle's shoulders. He parted his mouth from hers long enough to throw his weight over so her back slammed against the garage floor. He went back down to taste whatever exposed flesh he could lay his lips on while his hips ground into hers. Before long, he came up panting, "It smells like tires in here." Cracking a grin, Lars swiftly moved to stand, grabbing Giselle's hand up with him and making his way for the door. He'd had the slightest fantasy of taking her on the hot car hood, but he could hold off on that one for another night - especially since he'd already slaked that painful part of his impatient need. Lars also intended to make Giselle's initial desires a reality, whether he was against it before or not. Sex was indeed like a drug, and could make people resort to crazy measures and agree to even crazier things in the heat of the moment. Lars had enough experience with drugs to think through though, and guide his fiance to the staircase speedily. THIS IS TAGGED TO GIZZY BB. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO MARILYN MANSON AS SHE WROTE THIS 866 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, vnsjbvnskbs rushed at the end where it counts, BUT YEAH. NEXT WILL BE BETTERRRRRR.