Pass...Pass...OOO Take(Damien Black)(Warning-R)

[adonis]

Yet another male had approached her at this sickening event, and Adonis had yet again given him a small smile and turned him away. She didn't know what had possessed her to come to this shindig, something about wanting to see 'the Trump' she supposed. She was a sucker for celebrities but the man hadn't even shown up at his own party yet and time was beginning to run out. Donnie would not wait on him forever. Man-boy number thirteen came by her table and begged her to allow him to dance with her but she shooed him away with a sigh. Perhaps this dress had not been the best choice, it was drawing the men to her like moths to the flame, she was a bit like a black flame tonight. With so much leg exposed she certainly felt sexy, and the strappy heels that she had completed the outfit with were just perfect, not to mention the single silver chain that wrapped once around her neck and then disappeared between her cleavage, leaving it open to the imagination as to where it went(another chain wrapped loosely around her hips).

But honestly, didn't these pathetic children know that she was far out of their league? She was an heiress for gods sake, a smokin hot heiress that had been around for a while and wasn't stupid enough to think that men were really supposed to look that much like ten year old boys. She was a woman and they were nothing but children. 19 year old sons of rich billionaires, and she'd noticed it wasn't just the son's attention she was getting. A few bald or balding men had attempted to approach her as well. Ha! Like she'd even allow one of them to speak to her. What she wanted...no what she needed was a hot young man to arrive at this party. To sweep her off her feet on the dance floor and perhaps take her home to sweep her off her feet with a nice romp through the sheets.

She laughed aloud and took another swig of her champagne. Fat chance, truly hot young gentlemen rarely appeared at these parties, which was why she normally ignored the invitations. But tonight, this party had called to her, begged her to come. She'd already bought a dress that day, which she took to be a sign that she must go. Damn her and her signs. She could leave, of course she could, Adonis Mabon didn't get forced into anything. If she wanted to leave she would simply get up and leave. But something in her gut was telling her to stay still. Or perhaps she was just too lazy to get up and go hail a taxi cab(yes, snobbish though she was, Adonis wasn't above taking a cab). Still she wondered why she didn't want to leave, then it hit her, she just didn't want to go home to her luxurious penthouse suite this early in the evening. It was too soon to go to bed and there was nothing else to do tonight so she would be all alone. She'd have to resort to sitting and watching television or eating. That was unacceptable, completely unacceptable. She was a hot young woman, she would not sit at home alone.

Two more glasses of champagne and ten more suitors turned down later and she was feeling a little tipsy. Okay so maybe she was feeling a lot tipsy. Oh not tipsy enough to do anything stupid, or to be acting like a cheap drunk, but tipsy enough to change her way of thinking. Oh to hell with it, she would agree to dance with the next loser that came by, the lucky little thing. She was too bored to sit here any longer, she might as well dance a little. Maybe she could make a game of stringing the little bugger along before she crushed him miserably. Yes, sounded like a plan to her. Come and get me young one, I'm ready for you. She thought as she crossed her long sexy legs and leaned back in her chair like a contented kitten.

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Count It: around 700
Dedicate It: Damien
Note It: Ah Donnie...her thoughts aren't very Texas-y.

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[*Damien Black]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] "Why can't we go? We love parties." Damien shook his head. No way would he bring those two with him. They were trouble makers, and one of them didn't like wearing dresses. They simply did not want Damien going out and blowing his head away with another ones blood. They hated that. Eventually he had to have 'the talk' with them on how they weren't enough to sustain his much more...wilder appetites. Different flavors was something Damien liked, and tonight had been a more...social event. He wasn't much into the tux, black tie and shoes affairs. Okay, he wore it this evening, but dreaded it more and more as he stood in those clothes. Simple black slacks and a dressy shirt that was stylish. His girls had gone through his closet to find something decent, and he was pleased that they had taste. In no way were they his lovers. Once or twice he had dabbled in a bit more than blood letting, but there had been no actual penetration. Fucking the help was a no no in his eyes. "I'll be back soon....don't worry....why don't you two take in a move?" Freshly painted pouts were placed on matching lips. He'd make it up to them surely. The car took him to this function. He hated doing things like this, but if he was to be an actual heir, then he had to act the part. So here he was, another boring party with probably no effort of a looker in the crowd in which to feast on. Oh, but now eyes had spotted such a lovely treat as he paused in the after pass of the opening of the hall. A side step was made and another man was met with a turn of the head and low docile tones. "Don't bother....she's a fucking snob...." Another guy leaned in, apparently privy to the conversation at hand. "She's been turning everyone down all night long." Of course she had, by the looks of it it seemed as if she had taste. Damien's taste was vested in their direction. A few mini tycoons wouldn't much go missed. There would be no bodies and eventually they would be considered dead or took off by way of mysterious vanishings. As soon as his father handed him the keys to the castle, it was in Damien's best interest to have free reign to do as he pleased. Making people go missing was just the start. "A woman like that doesn't need boys...." He adjusted the wings of the suit jacket. "She needs a man." Given Damien in his mortal years was a bit young in age, he was a couple of centuries long over due for a return. No champagne now......he never did get a liking for straight alcohol, however; a little intoxicated blood wasn't too bad to turn down either. As if all the music in the room had fallen to a silence, Damien had blocked it all out, except for he and her, and let them look, they could learn a thing or two. Without care he sat down right next to her, relaxed back in that decorated chair, his glorious manliness just out in the breeze. "You know what your problem is?" And he would tell her. Much like his father he enjoyed the occasional banter of rhetorical questions. "None of those men are me..." A smirk rose over lips, the unfolding of a non caring vampire who radiated essence of holyfuckingshitiwantthatandthensome. His hand motioned out in her direction, palm up for her to take to his. "If you dance with me now.....I promise that you will never want to let go." And he was being quite serious. No. He wouldn't glamor her in that ficticious vampire novella collection. How stunning she was in that dress. Legs for days, how hot her blood coursed through those veins. She was like a walking lolipop ready to be sucked of it's juices.

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[adonis]

Blue eyes that were more gray with this outfit rose to take in the owner of the body she sensed moving near her own, and then those same eyes went wide with pleasant surprise. Now here was a man, not some innocent young cowboy looking for a good time, this was someone who didn’t need to look for a good time, this was someone who just had a good time wherever they went. This was someone that good times came to looking for a good time. Oh but he was delectable, forsaking the tux look for something much better, Adonis had always been more partial to slacks and a shirt. Tux’s hid the butt, and this man’s butt was surely not something to be hidden. Underneath his shirt, muscles rippled and danced enticingly and she felt the urge to rip his buttons open right here and run her fingers over all that beautiful skin.

Sex on a stick would be an apt term to describe him, and there was also an air of mystery, of something more about him. As though he’d been around for centuries, which was impossible considering he looked to be no older than herself.

And his voice, when she heard it, was heavenly. It held promises of long sweaty nights, entangled limbs, and tousled sheets. Shivers ran up and down her spine just hearing it, though the words were a little different than the voice he said them in. Bold of him, to just assume that he could win her over that quickly, he had of course, but that was beside the point. Adonis appreciated boldness, encouraged it in fact. Good relationships and good sex needed boldness, needed inhibitions to be thrown far out the window and locked out. She gave him a sexy, seductive smile as he answered his own question and tossed her hair back. She’d worn it curly tonight and was happy now that it had refused to do anything except fall into the sex-tousled look.

“No, those men certainly are not you. Though, whether or not that is a compliment or a detriment to you I have yet to decide.” A smirk crossed her lips in answer to his own. She looked down at his proffered hand and drummed her fingers on the table once, considering. She had told herself that she was going to accept the next offer that came her way, and it was just her luck that that offer had turned out to be one as good as this. Though he was certainly cocky.

“We’ll see about that. I admit that you are quite handsome, but no man has ever made me not want to let go. And trust me, many have tried.” She gave him a thorough once-over and smiled. “Perhaps you are the man to do so.” She slid her hand into his, curling her slender fingers around it. “Let us put this theory to the test. I’m intrigued by your claims.” Her tongue slid out to lick her naturally reddened lips seductively as she waited for him to pull her to her feet and out to the dance floor.


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Count It: 523
Dedicate It: Damien
Note It: Love you Sevi..don't stress about the post header, and I totally love the sig!

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[*Damien Black]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] “No, those men certainly are not you. Though, whether or not that is a compliment or a detriment to you I have yet to decide.” She smirked in his direction and in return he had done the same. It was more the reflexed type smirk that was definitely contagious. It seemed as though his offer would go with thought on her behalf. Who was she kidding, there was nothing but chumps about the room, she herself had proved it by still sitting there. "I would think that that was a good thing." A sideways nod as he reflected on it himself. My how she was breathtaking. Features that would have turned heads, eyes, bodies. Surely any man married would leave his wife's side for her, even to just stand beside her in the movie ticket line. The thought made him want to test that theory and take her to a movie. She was only a few inches shorter than him. He could tell by the cap of her legs and where they started and ended. Fingers wanted to explore her soft supple skin and find out where Hidden Valley truly was. To touch those lips with his own and find out if she tasted like strawberry watermelon. Her perfume could be ignored for now. Sense the underlying scent of her natural elements would put most women to shame, if he could smell her all day he'd be satisfied then, but in truth, it would be a partial satisfaction. Damien was almost as greedy as his father, but so much more a lustful man. She could tap those fingers all she wanted. Damien was determined to travel down this unknown road with her whether she liked it or not. Once he saw something he liked, that was all she wrote. “We’ll see about that. I admit that you are quite handsome, but no man has ever made me not want to let go. And trust me, many have tried.” How clever of her to rise to such words. "Maybe you just haven't found the right man." And of course the others have tried. Who wouldn't? Surely not this Black. “Perhaps you are the man to do so.” Digits moved forward and rested in his hand had been her own. How soft her skin felt. Far better than he had assumed from such a short admiration of it's frailty at such a distance. “Let us put this theory to the test. I’m intrigued by your claims.” Intrigued huh? Well, let's do put it to the test. "Oh I think you will be pleasantly surprised." Came his response as he stood, allowing himself to escort her with him. Eyes left hers for that moment for such a purpose as to move out toward the center of the room and steal it's energy. Turning as she stepped onward he would turn into her and face those lovely eyes. This was suppose to be an event to take his mind off of someone he would have hoped to destroy, however, things were starting to look as though they could turn in another direction. What a distraction indeed. One hand rose to take her own as the music started with a ballad of slow and soon to be agile romanticisms, the other with back laden fingers pressed against the small of her back in the most generous sensual way he could bare. Allowing himself to pull her closer as if she could lose her breath and within seconds he handled, moving along like a graceful 20's film actor. There would be a twirl coming up and he'd do that with ease and grace. Her form so fragile beneath his own. Mortals always were a bit warm to the touch, as to his own body temperature, he had yet to hear a single comment, though he was curious to her thoughts. "So.....I suppose now would be a good time to tell me your name." He'd reciprocate with his own as if it were nothing. Not many people knew of Damien because his relationship with a mogul tyrant had been kept secret for decades until most recent, and he had yet to have trouble on his door steps.

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[adonis]

Mmm, she liked the way he looked at her, like she was something to eat. Boy she would just love to have him eat her too, the thought made her shiver with delight. She was just as sure as he that she would be pleasantly surprised by him, hopefully she would get a chance to be pleasantly surprised by all of him. She took the time walking behind him to the dance floor to scope out his butt, oh yes, he was delectable. She wouldn’t mind getting a good taste of him either. The two of them made it out to the center of the dance floor, the two of them drawing even more eyes than they had before as individuals, now that they were a pair. Adonis tingled with anticipation and nearly sighed with happiness when he took her hand in his and laid his other hand on her back. She smiled and ran her hand slowly up his arm to settle gently on his neck, her fingertips sliding softly up and down his neck.

She moved in closer to him and prepared to give herself over to the music and his lead. The ballad began and the two of them moved perfectly in unison forward. Adonis could feel every inch of his skin where it met hers, and that was delightfully sinful, that awareness of him. He was dark and dangerous and incredibly sexy. Oh yes, he was definitely more man than all the boys in this room combined and in some cases he was half their age. How could a man so young be so very debonair? So handsome and charming and witty. He crossed verbal swords with her in such a practiced way, responding to every comment in a timely manner.

Adonis moved in closer, knowing that a turn was coming, she wanted to be as close as she could to this stranger. He’d saved her from a night of everlasting boredom, saved her from having to leave the party early to return to nothingness at home.

And now the inevitable question with the inevitable follow-up questions. ‘what’s your name?’ ‘Adonis? Isn’t that like some super hot greek guy?’ ‘you’re a twin? Where’s your other half’ ‘dead? Oh I’m so sorry I asked.’ God how she hated that.

“My name is Adonis Mabon. And before you ask, yes the name is technically supposed to belong to a male greek who is incredible looking. My name was a result of a mixup at the hospital. I was supposed to be Artemis.”

Oh how she wished she’d been named Artemis, goddess of the hunt. Oh that name fit her beautifully, for Adonis loved the hunt, the hunt for new lovers and the hunt for good sales on clothes. Shallow and snobby she may be, and don’t think she didn’t know what all the men were whispering around her, but Adonis was nothing if not prideful. And her pride made her hate it whenever someone insulted her name, or implied that she should be some kind of tomboy simply because her name is that of a male.

“You can call me Addie, or Donnie. Most everyone does. What is your name handsome stranger?” She asked, smiling coquettishly up at him and dragging her nails lightly across his neck in an attempt to raise goosebumps. Surely his name would match his body in sexiness, unlike hers did. Though she was glad that her name gave her a great degree of uniqueness. No other woman in the world had the same name as her and she doubted any other woman in the world ever would. She was one of a kind and her name reflected that, of that she was glad.


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Count It: 620
Dedicate It: Damien Black
Note It: None

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[*Damien Black]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] She glided with him as if it had been a second motion for her. Maybe it was his leading, but not too many females could keep up to his style of grace. He hadn't danced like that since before.......and that thought would remain locked away in the memories of horror. She was splendid, and her hands had held to him as if she knew it. “My name is Adonis Mabon. And before you ask, yes the name is technically supposed to belong to a male greek who is incredible looking. My name was a result of a mixup at the hospital. I was supposed to be Artemis.” A sideways grin was applied to that mouth of his. No, he would have commented only she had done it for him. He was a fan of Greek Mythology, hell, if he wasn't as young as he was he would have opted to live in those times. Oh if she only knew. However, her name was quite original in modern times. No one carried that name, not anyone he had come across and he'd been around plenty of people to know that much. “You can call me Addie, or Donnie. Most everyone does. What is your name handsome stranger?” Addie....Donnie....he would try these out down the road somehow. If he could manage to see her outside of those walls, or even in another section where so many eyes weren't so glazed over their beautiful forms. The turn and a graceful pull back to him. His chest close to her own to where he could hear and feel the beating of her heart. Her blood was getting warmer and so to that he knew that he was starting to somewhat captivate her. He pulled her in closer as he moved forward, dancing cheek to cheek so that he could coo words in her ear to his own name. "Damien Black...." As if it were a secret whispered out against her lobe. "No story behind it. A bit standard, but I blame my parents for that." There was no New York accent. No Brittish tones or that of Irish or Italian decent. However; you knew he wasn't from around there. Not anywhere close anyway. He could chalk it up to a small chuckle. Not coming off as childish. "So....Adonis...." A small hiss let out with his tongue behind closed teeth of perfection. How amazing she smelled up close as he stayed close to her. "How do you feel about men who know how to encapsulate beautiful souls such as yourself?" He asked in a low monotone voice as he leaned her back into a rather risque dip, bringing her back up to face him with ease as he took the opportunity to glance at her buried treasure. When he lifted her he had made it a point to let his lips get close to hers at the follow up, a slight pause as the music was suddenly ignored, but he had changed it up and turned her around so that they were moving along in continuation. God forbid they do the paso doble and make it through the dance without so much as an indiscretion in the lower hemisphere. As agile and amplified as he was, she was lucky they were still dancing after the exchanging of names. Lucky indeed.

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[adonis]

The spin was as graceful as she’d thought it would be, of course her mysterious stranger would know how to dance. He pulled her back into him, even closer than before, her breasts pressed tightly against his chest. His cheek, surprisingly cold, pressed against her own and his deep sexy voice whispered his name into her ear. Damien Black, mmm it certainly is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Black, she thought to herself. They continued to move while he spoke, she could indeed tell from his voice that he wasn’t quite from around here.

His question went unanswered while he dipped her. Her leg rose to wrap around his in a back up measure, bearing many more inches of skin than had already been visible. The combination of that and the dip causing gasps among many in the crowd. She smiled when he brought her back up and breathed out in a sigh when she realized how close they were. Close enough for her to kiss him should she so desire, and a large part of her did desire to do so.

“Just what do you mean, Damien.” Her voice lowered to a husky tone when she said his name. Encapsulating beautiful souls? Well at least he thought she was beautiful. Another short twirl followed a small pause and then she was back flush against him. Her cheeks grew flushed with how close they were and the pace of their dancing. She executed another perfect twirl, or at least it was perfect until she began to spin back into his arms. Just before she reached the safety of him, her feet faltered and her heel caught an irregularity in the floor.

A gasp escaped from between her lips and she tipped forward into his arms, her ankle merely twisted but throbbing with a persistent pain. The heel of her gorgeous shoe lay on the floor where it had fallen off. Her mind clouded over as the ankle was jostled by the couples around them and the pain radiated through her once more. Her breathing which had been fairly easy thus far grew heavy with the pain inside her. “I think I’ve twisted my ankle.” Oh she hoped it was merely a twist and not a sprain or even a break. This is what she got for wearing ridiculous footwear, but she just couldn’t help it. They made her legs look so good, and they made her look so sophisticated.

She hated those beautiful heels in that moments, they were going to cost her a night full of dancing with this incredible male specimen. Though, now that she thought of it, she could rightfully ask him to escort her safely home. And once they were alone in her apartment…well, you didn’t need your ankles to do what she had in mind for him. The barest hint of a mischievous smile ghosted across her lips, banished before it could blossom fully. It wouldn’t due for her to be smiling like a plot had formed when she was supposed to be feeling great pain.

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Count It: 512
Dedicate It: Damien/Sevi
Note It: That wasn't corny was it?

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[*Damien Black]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] “Just what do you mean, Damien.” Perhaps it was he who was out of the time frame of life. He thought he could shuck up life as some common guy who was just labeled as a bad boy. "A man who has everything to gain from a woman is not quite up to par on his approach.....but a man who has everything, and much more, he has no desire to woo and detain a woman because of her wilds.....but because she's the perfect image of what his desires for her are...." So if she had been, or even seemed to be the right one for him, he would certainly want to know if he was right or wrong. Damien was hardly wrong, except for once he was wrong. Just the one time. It must have caught her attention in some way because she had somehow tripped up and landed in his arms. He had to move a step closer, but his arms were already awaiting her, and as she moved back against him he had went forward and took her close. He heard the gasp leave her lips, and his eyes had slightly widened out of reflex, but it wasn't so bad. She had landed gracefully in his arms and all of the onlookers were rewarded with more whispers to let out later as well as then. “I think I’ve twisted my ankle.” My, my, my. Twisted ankle meant broken bones, which meant pain and hurt, which led to her heart beat speeding up a little bit to the pain. He could almost hear it bubble. Damien swallowed in his throat before letting words out of his mouth. "Well then, I suppose I should see then yeah?" A small boyish grin was evident on his face, and he lowered to let his arms embrace her in away that was swooning, bringing her to the nearby table in which they had been previously. Placing her down on the chair that had been out turned and Damien lowered to a squat, hands moving over calves after pushing aside a little black fabric and letting his skin graze over hers before reaching ankles. The lace ups weren't such a big blocker, but he did admire a woman's structure. At the small movement he heard a wince and had let go because she had been right. Unless she was faking. How convenient. "If you'd like I can offer you a ride back....Get some ice for it." After all, that's what humans did. Put ice on bruises and broken bones. It was the same. Eyes had lifted up to view her own, not something he liked to do with too many people unless it pertained to business matters or making love. Seeing if someone was sincere, lying, desperate, that was why he looked in their eyes. In any case the hell could stay in the middle of the room, and he would gladly take both of them off for her. Lift her up into his arms once more and feel the weight of her fully again. Bring her to her place and carry her into her abode. Where it went from there was anyone's guess, but he would at least try to have a taste test. In his mind he thought as such anyway.

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[adonis]

“I see, well, a man who can…as you say…encapsulate beautiful souls must certainly be happy when he comes in contact with one. I feel it is always better to let people be who they are rather than trying to change or damper their spirits. Is that somewhat what you meant dear Damien?” Her words were spoken after their exit from the dance floor, she sat lightly onto the chair with her heart still fluttering from being held even more close to him than before. She watched him kneel in front of her which caused her mind to show her titillating images of him in that position for entirely different reasons. Adonis licked her lips and moaned softly in the back of her throat at the visions.

His hands moved over her smooth skin deliciously, following the muscular curvature of her calves down to the hurt ankle. The slide of the fabric her moved sent friction and shivers through her whole body and the centered again on the place that his hands were touching. Who would have thought that a man touching your leg could be so erotic and arousing?

A wince escaped her lips, momentary pain bursting forth through the haze of seduction and passion and arousal that was covering Adonis’ thoughts. Then he suggested taking her home and she had to bite her lip to keep from begging him to do so. She would keep her composure no matter what. Her eyes met his own and held all of her emotions within them, all of her feelings including the pain, though it was much harder to see behind all the lust.

“Yes, please take me back. I don’t think I could quite make it on my own.” She bent down, intentionally allowing the gap between her dress and her skin to widen while she removed first one shoe and then the other. She held them both, dangling from the tips of her fingers, and smiled up at him. “I should do better without them on.” She was quite depressed, now that the pain was subsiding. Those shoes had been works of art in her mind, good laced shoes were hard to come by but these were perfection. Were being the operative word there, they were perfection until she’d ruined them.

Oh well, she remembered where she’d gotten them from, and she was certain that she could afford another pair. Perhaps they even had some newer, unique styles. Shoe shopping, the prospect made a smile cross her features and her spirits to pick up considerably. It was one thing that always did, she might like to save her money and be sure that her financial future was secure, but there was nothing she loved better than blowing a few hundred on shopping. Nothing that is, except for good sex.

Good sex beat everything.

“The address is 2040 Central Park South. The penthouse.” Her penthouse, so lonely, well not tonight. Tonight she would have a handsome man there, not that this was so unusual, but tonight the man was far higher than her usual standards(which were still very high). In a sense, a god of New York was going to be in her home.

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Count It: 533
Dedicate It: Damien and Sevi

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[*Damien Black]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] “I see, well, a man who can…as you say…encapsulate beautiful souls must certainly be happy when he comes in contact with one. I feel it is always better to let people be who they are rather than trying to change or damper their spirits. Is that somewhat what you meant dear Damien?” A short nod was made in agreement. She had been the ten thousand dollar winner. Maybe more. "I like a woman who catches on. Notice how he didn't say girl or lady, but woman. They usually liked that sort of thing, and even if she would attempt to carry herself like a lady, which she had of course, she would have still been dubbed a woman. Now that she was sitting and he had touched bare skin with his own. He hadn't felt her shiver to his own temperature, but he did get the feeling that she was a little excited. Not actually feeling it, but sensing it. He could smell it on her. “Yes, please take me back. I don’t think I could quite make it on my own.” In his mind he was grinning yet pulling himself back. Something about her just rang his special button. The way she moved, how she spoke, the way she looked in that dress. If he had little to no restraint he would have plans to maul her later. So Damien nodded and would do just that. Escort her home and see that she was comfortable. “I should do better without them on.” Spoken after shoes were withdrawn from those feet of hers. Dangling from her hand as he took the efforts to pick her up once again. "Well then, I guess I better take you home now hmmm?" There laid a slick grin that was nothing but the boys of the Black line. Somewhere in his life he had hoped to have gained his mothers features. He had for the most part, all except the quirks of his features and his deviant mind. He was all his father. Damien's car had been placed out front, it was something about knowing your workers and how open to following directions that made them likable. He carried her gracefully to the car, enjoying her arms around him for support. Women did that when a man wisked them up and away. It was the Cinderella complex. Or so he was told. The driver stepped out to open the door and Damien, with the greatest of ease had placed inside the car, closing it behind and moving around to the other side of the car while the driver got in. The door closed and he had sat against the leather on her right. "So...where shall we take you?" There was such a sophistication about him that made you know that he belonged to the bloodline of a certain someone if you met them both, a couple of small features, but most of those he ran into barely knew him, and Damien was so incredibly new to New York within that century. “The address is 2040 Central Park South. The penthouse.” Brows raised, he didn't know New York that well, but he knew Central Park West and Central Park South. That area was not covered by him sadly, but oh how wonderful it would be to have someone there in that district that belonged to him. Belonged to him? Now that sounded like a nice ring. He was very keen on mortals, and this one was good enough to eat for decades. Too bad she wouldn't make it that long as a human. She was either going to die, or become one of the few who were apart of him. The driver pulled off in the direction of her spoken address. One thing he liked already was how she spoke. No longer did he see the snooty princess that sat at that table turning down men. "That's quite a nice area.....you live alone?" Why not ask now and save the trouble of killing someone who surprised him? He could do it after all, but then there was the screaming and the blood. Once they pulled up to the building he'd take it from there. Help her inside and perhaps do more than tuck her into bed. He'd test those waters eventually, but for the time being his job was to get her in and get some ice on that ankle. Maybe he'd send her a replacement pair of shoes via messenger along with a card and flower. Wasn't that what men did in these days?

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[adonis]

Adonis hadn’t been carried in this way since she was a small child and the feeling was quite satisfying, definitely worth the pain in her ankle. She wrapped her slender arm around Damien’s neck and snuggled close to his body, wanting to be closer, always closer. That’s how it seemed it would be forever now, she would ever be longing to be closer to his man. He has certainly captured her interest, perhaps even more than that, he was a man and that is what she so desperately needed as a woman. Her blue eyes were glued to his face the whole way out of the party, and she heard sighs of disappoint from both sexes at their departure. They certainly made quite a pair, drawing sexual glances from every person in a single room to them together and eliciting sadness from the same individuals once they left that room.

Men and women in that ballroom would feel just as she felt now, forever hoping that they might see at least one of the members of that graceful couple again someday. Perhaps someday they would be worthy of that couple looking at them. For now, they were ignored, invisible, and deserted by the objects of their adoration. Deserted in favor of a more private setting, which Adonis didn’t regret at all and she was sure that none of the people in there would begrudge her taking her chances where she got them. This twisted ankle could very well turn out to be the best thing to happen to her in her whole life.

Sitting pretty in the beautiful leather seats of the beautiful car, looking at a handsome man Addie couldn’t have been happier. Well, if her ankle didn’t hurt she could be happier but that was besides the point.

His question sparked alarm bells for only a second, her mother had tried hard to instill in her some semblance of protection when she’d been told that Adonis planned to move to New York. The city was much different from Texas, pretty much anywhere in Texas in fact. New York was a singular place, there was no where exactly like it in the world and that’s what Donnie liked most about it. Honestly, she didn’t hold to what her mother said, if any man ever got close enough to her to rape her in her own home…well let’s just say that it wouldn’t be rape.

Smiling seductively, she responded to his question. “Yes, I do live alone, unfortunately I’m between suitors currently.” There will be no one there to bother us, thank god. She had definitely enjoyed the adoring stares in the ballroom but it was going to be delightful to be alone with him in her apartment. Alone with him near her bed. Especially since the tingles from his touch were still shivering through her body, barely tangible yet definitely there. Oh how excited she was to have someone coming home with her, her echoing penthouse wouldn’t be quite so lonely tonight, at least for a little while.

What she really needed to decide was how she was going to react if her made a move on her. Mostly her mind and her body were telling her to say yes, but she also didn’t feel like losing yet another man to her insatiable sexual appetites.

Adonis could almost never reject sex with a man she was attracted to, and usually found no reason to, other than the fact that most men left once they’d gotten what they wanted from her. And most men somehow thought that she was a whore for playing out her appetites, and yet they weren’t whores for doing the same. How she hated the double standards for men in this world. A woman who slept around was a slut, but a man who slept around was a stud, just doing what men do. How could it be wrong? Oh it could, so what if she liked sex? Sex was fun, that’s why everyone in the world did it. A mental sigh and a physical shrug and Adonis abandoned this train of thought, it would only make her irritated. She’d deal with any sexual offers as they came to her, rather than think ahead.


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Count It: 708
Dedicate It: Sevi and Damien
Note It: Sorry it took so long...MUAH!

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[*Damien Black]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] “Yes, I do live alone, unfortunately I’m between suitors currently.” Between suitors huh? Well, wasn't that a bit of info let out of the box. Such a naughty mortal. Did she know how bad it was to just let information like that out? Damien hadn't thought much about taking in a female companion. Not since Helena had he had taken a liking to anyone. Sure there had been the random woman in his bed, but she had been withdrawn from and let go the following day of her error. Her place wasn't what he had imagined her living in. Suites such as these had been different where he lived. The large oversized windows that overlooked the city and closed with metal sheeting when the day broke and you drew your, now what they called shutters. Their shutters had been quite different. When you stayed in a coven you went with coven like things, and that had been one of them. Once inside, Damien had moved her about within his hold to search for lighting. Hopefully she didn't have much of those bulbs that blossomed mega watts. His skin would seem so much paler than it had already, granted he had that spectral olive tone like his father, he was cursed with his mothers weakness's. Placing her down where she had directed him, gracefully as his skills set in, he had lowered himself beside her with an arm stretched over to the other side of her form. She was a bit smaller than him, but not by much, and the way she looked at him when he caught it out of the side of his eye had told him that she was interested. Interested more than him? He wasn't so sure, but of course there was always that possibility. He made it this far. He was in her flat and it was almost as beautiful as her. He seriously thought she was better looking than the women he bedded, and of course Helena, and it gave him a sense of warmth when he was around her. She was different, strange in her ways when it came to taste and quality. Not an imperfection, not by far. After all, she had taken a shine to him out of all the other blokes at the ball. "I should get you some ice hmmm?" A little smile perched on the corner of his mouth before he rose after a moment of taking in the air. He would have kissed her on the corner of her mouth had he known her a bit better. So, even in protest he had risen and strode over to the kitchen area. The freezer. That's where people stored ice, and what would you know? Ice! There was a hand towel that looked unused and quite clean, some cubes placed on top before he folded the towel and closed the freezer door and made his way back to her. Perching back to where he was previously, only he had been downward more near her ankle than anything, and with ease slipped it over the area that had started to turn a slight reddish hue. His hand keeping it in place until the pain started to mellow out. Though he had a chance to make the pain go away for her, oh but that was way too easy. She'd be pissed off later at him for not fixing it with his blood, but sharing meant caring and he barely knew her. There were many things he could have done with ice. In that moment his mind hadn't been placed on such thoughts, but that didn't mean he didn't think about it. "Does that feel a bit better?" He asked before bringing eyes up to view her own. She was sickly seductive with her gaze and deathly when it came to her aura. What secrets did this one keep beneath the surface? It was going to be fun to find them out.

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[adonis]

Damien carried her once more, all the way up to her apartment, god she enjoyed getting carried. Some men balked at carrying a woman, feeling like he was succumbing to some stupid romance ideal and that it would make them seem unmanly. But really, what could be more manly than carrying a woman? It showed your strength and showed how much compassion for woman you had. Yes sir, there was nothing hotter than a man who carried a woman without complaint, without even being asked. It was being swept off your feet, literally, and there was nothing better.

The two of them arrived at her apartment, which had taken some ingenuity to open, what with her being held and the key being hidden incredibly deep inside her cleavage, it was incredibly interesting digging around in your own cleavage while a man held you. It was also incredibly arousing. She lead Damien into her living room, asking him to set her on her couch, which was quite comfy and seemed like it would be the safest place for her to rest.

Had she asked him to bring her to her bed she might not have been able to stop herself from asking him to join her in it.

Her kitchen was visible from the living room and she pointed at it after his suggestion of getting ice. “Ice would be lovely thank you, it’s not hurting too badly but the ice should help with the swelling.” It was true, the pain was almost entirely gone, unless she moved her leg of course. But the ankle itself was showing discoloration and some swelling.

She watched as he made his way into her kitchen, it was lovely having a man in her home, she was so used to be the only human being inside the place. It seemed to make the whole room seem smaller, well not smaller, but rather the correct size. When she was here alone the apartment always seemed so big, and depressingly empty. He moved around her kitchen a little self-consciously almost, cause he wasn’t sure where everything was, but he found the ice okay and came back to her.

Adonis watched as he sat beside her and placed the ice over her ankle, it soothed her immediately and she smiled, leaning back against the arm of the sofa. Her eyes drooped into bedroom eyes and she looked at him from beneath her eyelashes.

“Thank you Damien.” She breathed out. “It was so kind of you to carry me home and take such good care of me.” There’s a few other things you can take care of for me. She wanted to say that so badly. She wanted her ankle to be healed so she could stand and lead him to her bedroom. Hell she wished she were stronger so that she could simply reach over and drag him on top of her. She had no problems with being taken on a couch. Absolutely no problems at all.

“I suppose you’ll be going now?” She asked, hoping for a negative response but not really expecting one. What man would want to sit with a woman with a twisted ankle when he could go out and find viable partners for the rest of the evening.

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Count It: 545
Dedicate It: Sevi/Damien

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[*Damien Black]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] “Thank you Damien.” She breathed out.His eyes were away from viewing her own as he situated the packed towel over the area. A minor adjustment so his hand would be comfortably set. Or, appearing to look that way. “It was so kind of you to carry me home and take such good care of me.” He had this toothy smile for a second when he looked up at her though. His own K9's were a bit longer than they should have been, you would think of him to be a creature from a fiction book, but mortals knew that there were no such things as vampires and werewolves. There were believers out there yes, but you would never in a million years, no matter how much you hoped and prayed, believe that what was about to happen, your own death via fictional being, would ever take place in your lifetime. Lips closed soon after. He often forgot about them, it wasn't something he worried about until someone had pointed it out in front of a group of people. Imagine that, being outed by a ten year old. Clearing his throat he sat up straight, now he could look at her straight on and still find the strength to be less evasive with his come on's. “I suppose you’ll be going now?” A little smirk played about lips as he watched the way her lips formed those very words. This was where he got most of his mothers traits. His left arm slipped over her to let a hand rest beside her. His free hand moved to take hold of her left hand. Fingers lacing together before he took a sturdy hold of her hand. He could look her dead in the eye and find out what it was she truly desired. He already knew, but it wasn't the same thing he wanted. Sure she was beyond beautiful, made certain senses open up to new avenues, so it wasn't as if he couldn't give into her desires as well. Finding that need to stop was going to be the problem. He could already tell it would be hard, based off of what? Her scent, the attraction she held. He held. Then covering it up if she so happened to freak out. He didn't want to kill her. Not yet anyway. "Do you want me to go?" He didn't believe she did. She was a big girl, but sometimes big girls lied and told tales too. Could make assumptions, give hints that men were to figure out. It was the way of their sex, their race. Life was a simple game and Damien had played it for many a great years. He braced himself as he moved in closer to her. He wanted to break the space and achingly stall those lips in front of her while occasionally glancing up from lips to eyes then lips again before he moved in closer for those lips to touch lips. Taste her there. Push a little further down the rabbit hole and see where it led. By the grace of demons he'd take her into her bedroom and make her ankle pain become a thing of the past. Fulfill his wants of her blood and now, her sex. She was like a contageous little virus that he wanted to experience.

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[adonis]

Adonis’ eyes had slipped shut while he’d smiled up at her, the enlarged canines did not register on her she did not, in fact, even see them. His lips were closed again, the elongated teeth hidden behind them, his identity as a vampire firmly shielded again, before her eyes opened in response to his movement. Those same eyes grew wide to find that he was leaning into her, taking her hand into his own. Her fingers shook slightly with pent-up desire, she struggled to stay on the sofa, struggled to keep her free hand where it rested on the couch rather than throwing it around his neck and pulling him into her.

Do you want me to go? No, no, no! She ached to scream the words but composed them before they released between her lips. “No, I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay. I want you.” She said the words honestly, her desire naked and easily read in her eyes. She would have what she wanted, she knew it now without a doubt, she could see the answering desire in his own eyes, in his body language, in the way that he seemed to be struggling with some inner urges of his own.

He began to move towards her and her mind screamed a silent, triumphant, Yes!]/i]. When his lips touched hers she had no more thoughts, his heat and warmth surrounded her and she wanted more. Her lips answered the touch of his own, her free hand was forgotten and took advantage of its freedom, slipping up his arm slowly, feeling the bulge of his muscles. That hand rested finally at the base of his neck and she used it to lift herself into him slightly, her breasts pressed against his chest again and she moaned in frustration as her ankle twinged in pain. She’d been trying to lever herself up into him by pressing down with the heels of her feet, understandably this jogged the hurt ankle.

To remedy the situation, Adonis pushed herself up, her lips still attached and working against Damien’s. She carefully wrapped both arms around his neck, slipping her captured hand easily from his weakened grasp. Every so carefully she lifted herself into his lap, she felt his desire for her even more and sighed contentedly. Her tongue slid between her lips, playing across his own. From here on out, things were mostly in his hands. Had she been fully operational, she could have dragged him into her bedroom, thrown him down on the bed, and ravaged him mercilessly. Oh how she wanted to do that, she liked things a little rough sometimes.