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Painted Games; Gerard
Topic Started: Jan 4 2009, 06:14 AM (232 Views)
Angelica Dubois	Jan 4 2009, 06:14 AM Post #1
Posts: 91 Group: Lions Member #226 Joined: Dec 18, 2008 Played By: Steph	The hour was still early in the night as Angelica padded barefooted around her room, she was dressed in black trousers on which the outer seams showed more skin than they hid, held together only by delicate lace work. Her top was also black, the loose fabric of the peasant blouse was sheer and only doubled up in places in lieu of using a thicker fabric to hide her behind. It wasn’t something most people would wear outside or perhaps at all, but Angelica had no need of even leaving her room for a while and was unconcerned about showing skin. Weaved through her braided hair she had small, deep violet ribbons to match the evenings colour. She had left a note for Gerard hours past, asking him to come to her room after sunset for a surprise. It was relatively hard to keep anything from Gerard, especially in his own home... But Angelica had managed to keep to herself for the better part of the day, only stepping out to get food when hunger made it necessary. The smell of paints and paper and charcoal was all through out her room, mixed with the scents of her perfume – vanilla with cinnamon tonight. She ended up sitting on her desk beside her palettes of acrylic paints and brushes as she painted the back of her hand as though it were a canvas. Slowly rising up from the wash of colours was an image of a lioness hunting an antelope. Angelica loved the soft feel of the bristles against her skin as she applied the paint that dried easily on her too hot skin. It was something she did to herself sparingly (mostly due to the limited areas she could do it well to herself), but was more keen to do on others. The thought of Gerards face when he realized what his surprise was made her laugh lightly as she applied the eyes of the beast to the painting on her hand with a fine brush. Some part of her knew she was asking for trouble, but he could do with a little colour and not everything had to be perfect or well thought out. Or so Angelica firmly believed. It wouldn’t do him any harm, at any rate. She heard the doorknob click before it had time to open and stood, brush still in hand and jogged the short distance to the door do that she was standing in front of it, looking as innocent as she could ever manage – bar her smile which gave away that she was up to no good. ‘Good evening, maitre.’ she said automatically, but in an amused tone.



Gerard	Jan 4 2009, 02:10 PM Post #2
Posts: 131 Group: Vampires Member #230 Joined: Dec 22, 2008	It would have only been a matter of time before Angelica found the other art supplies that he had placed into the closet. While he had never seen her paint the way she took to drawing and those sketch books it was only a small leap of logic to see if she could pain too. All ready he had arranged for a space in the gallery to be created as well as a small golden plaque with the lioness’s name on it for when her first piece was created. It was a small gesture but he wanted to be seen as fostering the creative instincts of those that served him. All too often vampires were thought of as frozen in time incapable of creativity or change, this would be a good step into changing that perception to any of those that came into his house. Gerard would have normally knocked on the door but he heard the quick steps and feeling of the warm lycan energy push at him. It appeared that his beautiful thorn had something in mind as she rushed towards the door to meet him. As she opened it the first thing that struck him was the way that all of the scents of the lioness mingled together to form something that was near sublime. The subtle scents of vanilla and cinnamon if he had to place it touched on the natural scent of the lioness. He made a mental note to have several of the vanilla plants to be brought up from his gardens and placed into her rooms. For once, the vampire was actually wondering what the lioness was so excited about but then his eyes settled onto hers and he immediately recognized the glimmer of mischief. “Good evening, ma belle epine, I trust you rested well.” His eyes then settled onto the beautiful mural on her own skin. “You do know that I am wealthy enough to afford for you to paint on canvas instead of yourself, yes?”



Angelica Dubois	Jan 4 2009, 02:52 PM Post #3
Posts: 91 Group: Lions Member #226 Joined: Dec 18, 2008 Played By: Steph	It still surprised Angelica at how pleased she was to see him, of late. Her smile broadened a little when he entered the room though that was partly because her plan had so far gone off without a hitch… not that the rest of it probably would, but life was boring without challenges. ‘Oui, I rested well.’ she said with a light nod before her eyes flickered to the now dry lioness on her hand and grinned as she slipped around him to push the door closed. They were not locked in, there was really little point actually locking preternaturals in rooms anyway. ‘You don’t approve of the painting?’ she asked, her amused tone not faltering and she wiggled her fingers, making the long grass in the painting move slightly as if rippling in the wind. She walked back around so that she was facing him again and grasped one of his hands, cradling it gently as though he was only a human or something equally fragile. ‘Did you rest well, Gerard?’ she questioned as she lead him a little further into the room. The unasked question was have you fed? but the chances were high that he had… he did rise earlier than the sunset, after all. Besides, that was something far too distracting for her to suggest for the time being. Angelica stopped walking when they were at her desk and the substantial pile of sketchbooks she had brought to the house finally. She slid back onto a cleared piece of desk and only then pulled him closer for a light kiss with a look in her eye that practically smelt of trouble, not that this was entirely unusual for her. With Gerard so perilously close to her paints, it was only then she did something. Quickly the painted a star on his cheek, the movement so fast that a human wouldn’t have seen that she’d moved… but her quarry was no mortal. As she leant backward she whispered ‘stars look good on you.’ If he’d put up with such a game, only time would tell… but the waiting was not for the faint of heart. Edited by Angelica Dubois, Jan 4 2009, 02:59 PM.



Gerard	Jan 5 2009, 03:04 AM Post #4
Posts: 131 Group: Vampires Member #230 Joined: Dec 22, 2008	The suspicions of the vampire were confirmed the moment he crossed the threshold of the room. His instincts were screaming of something hiding beneath the surface, a gift that any long lived vampire quickly develops that is a cross between being overly cautious and overly paranoid about everything. Still he did not believe that this plan would be detrimental to his position in the city nor would Angelica be the one that would provide his downfall, at least not yet anyway. The lioness was always something of a wild card but she had started to get used to her presence and antics. “No, I approve of the painting, In fact the way you captured the image was quote lovely though the medium is a bit unorthodox. If I wanted to hang it on my walls for display I would either have to skin your hand or cut if off both outcomes something I am sure neither of us would approve of. Perhaps I am just growing anxious to see what you can fill the gallery with, there is all ready a spot next to the Vangos for your work.” He offered her another touch of a smile as the fact that he wanted to display it next to what was considered masterpieces sunk completely in. When she grasped his hand he suddenly knew that no good would come of this but decided to go along with it either. “Yes, you may call it resting well” The unspoken answer was a yes but it was obvious that it was not as satisfying as it could have been. He let her pull him all the further into the room and when she offered the light kiss her permitted it to touch his skin letting the usual pulse of his power stay right under the surface. To say that he did not see her reach for something would have been false but the only way to avoid the instrument of color would have been to overpower and hurt the lioness. That could come in time but not yet. Then he felt the brush of the bristles and the almost sticky feeling of a start where the pigments were placed. So he waited as she pulled back just enough to take a look at it, waited even longer as she spoke, and waited still in completely silence as he stood nearly like a statue. When he finally broke the silence his voice was cool and even, “I have never thought to be dressed in stars before Angelica. You do realize you will be required to pay for it yes?” And with that his power over the lions flared to life and poured through he contact of their skin. Gerard imagined how well a moon would look on her own cheek but the way she painted herself all ready it would only escalate the now brewing war.



Angelica Dubois	Jan 5 2009, 04:05 PM Post #5
Posts: 91 Group: Lions Member #226 Joined: Dec 18, 2008 Played By: Steph	As she listened to Gerard she mused over the loss of her hand because he liked the painting. 'Well, it would grow back, you know. But I'm hardly Van Goeh, I like to keep my body parts attached if at all possible. Besides I can always paint it aga--' she stopped speaking mid-sentence when she heard what he said next and very nearly gaped at him. It was one of the few times in all the time she'd known him that she'd lost her words mid sentence and probably the first time she'd forgotten to breathe. After a few moments she remembered that she needed to function and to do that, to breathe and she took in a few breaths before she continued, not trusting herself to comment on it, though she did offer him a smile. Angelica liked art, in some ways it was a compulsion for her to draw, to paint things she experienced and people she knew... but at the same time, she had rarely done anything with her works other than give them to family or friends. It was a strange thought to think of her art near a masters. She didn't even realize that she and Gerard had managed to talk about the same artist within moments of one another, even though on slightly different matters. Something in his voice made her wonder if Gerard had picked food he didn't like... but that was unlikely as she had never seen him as the type to go for things he didn't enjoy, not for such a simple act. It was something to think about for after, because she wasn't going to let herself get distracted so easily now... and if there was anything that Gerard and his feeding habits were, it was distracting. That he didn't stop her or grab her arm (because surely he had seen it coming) was either good or very, very bad. It took her a moment to notice that he'd stopped moving all together and she smirked just a little. 'You would think I was trying to poison you, mon amour.' the amusement was back in her voice as though he hadn't surprised her only moments before. He was still silent, and she wondered if he was going to speak at all... but sure enough he did. She found her lips curling into a grin at what he said she she tilted her head slightly to the side. 'Someone always pays, thats alright. I'll survive.' it wasn't quite arrogance, she had survived things that should have torn her psyche to shreds. She knew she was no dainty flower and so did he, not that she thought it would come to that over paint. Well, not as long as she kept it off his clothes. The sudden push of power surprised her and she gasped slightly as her beast tried to work out what he was trying to make her do, only realizing when her hand started to rise up from the desk where she was leaning on of it's on free will. It took a bit of effort but she managed to slam her hand back down against the desk and looked at him again after she was sure her hand was staying where she wanted it. With her hair up and out of the way she had nothing to distract from her expressions as she concentrated on her beast slowly building walls against the growing tide of power. Her main problem in actually blocking him was the contact, it gained him the advantage unless she was prepared to stand on the desk itself to get around him. 'A moon for the lunarly challenged?' she asked a few moments later after shuffling backwards a little so she was truly sitting on her desk, limiting their contact for now. 'You ought to try that again, but use the brush yourself.' The call had not gone away and despite that he was using it to attempt to make her paint herself, it also made pulling herself away from him painful in a way that she did not like. Angelica went to try to paint a companion for the other star then undaunted by what he might try next.



Gerard	Jan 7 2009, 02:34 PM Post #6
Posts: 131 Group: Vampires Member #230 Joined: Dec 22, 2008	It was not every day that Angelica could be stunned into complete silence. Since he had known her and even before then there was not a documented moment from firsthand accounts or the written word of the lioness being quiet about anything. In fact it was a rare time indeed when she was not talking sarcastic or otherwise. Still the rare moment needed to be enjoyed and savored almost like a fine wine. It only took the several of the finest art supplies that were ever created and the offer of placing her work next that of a Art Master. If that was all it took then perhaps this event could happen on a more regular basis, though the vampire would have to find new and impressive venues to escalate her to. “Poison, non. I have just never had a star painted on me before. I am almost amiss on how to react to such a bizarre occurrence. I suppose I should thank you for that… I think.” He tilted his head in thought for a moment before letting the touch of his lips turn into a smile. It was not a full one, for the vampire never quite gave those but there was the hint of one. “Well, it is good that we have an agreement on who will be paying for this… atrocity.” Gerard felt the sudden resistance that sprung up inside the lioness. It appeared that she was starting to fight him on this. While it was not the full brunt of his power for if he started with that and she resisted it, well that would cause an escalation that would probably cause one of them to no longer pass the definition of living. When she pulled away he knew exactly what was happening the physical contact made it harder for her to resist him. The vampire knew it but it was a clear sign that she was not sure of herself that she could stop him while they touched and that was enough for him. There would be no need to prove who was stronger tonight. Gerard moved quickly reestablishing the skin contact and sliding behind her so that his mouth was near the bend of her neck. One of his hands moved up and put more of their skin in contact with it above her hip and curling around her stomach. Then his power flared anew as he held her there. “Perhaps I should, but I find that my hands have much better places to be then holding a brush do you not think so Angelica.” He leaned away from the next incoming brush and placed his lips on her neck with the slight press of his front teeth. A promise for something more.



Angelica Dubois	Jan 7 2009, 10:18 PM Post #7
Posts: 91 Group: Lions Member #226 Joined: Dec 18, 2008 Played By: Steph	She watched him as he pondered how to react to the painting on his cheek... a human might have laughed or wiped it off, but his face remained blank for the moment. 'I could paint a whole galaxy on you if your star is lonesome.' she offered with a cheeky smile. Something so big and bright may not have been what most people thought of for the undead... but it was beautiful and as dark as it was light, she was inclined to think similarly of him most of the time. 'Atrocity?' she mocked offense at the word before she responded to the rest of his comment. 'well... there is a limited amount of people in this room, is there not? And you're not exactly a whipping boy.' she said simply. Of course, Angelica wasn't exactly a whipping girl either. Between them they probably had enough of an alpha complex to beat most peoples idea of one by far. He may have had longer to develop his powers, being that he was old enough to be her ancestors, ancestor... but shapeshifters, if they had it in them didn't need so long for their powers to mature. She had had more than enough time since becoming a lion to get plenty of her own. That she could fight him at all was proof enough... that she chose too, however.. that wasn't necessarily the best choice she could have made. She didn't really regret it, though.. despite the thoughts that passed through her head because she knew she was walking on eggshells. She did regret that she had moved though. It may have given away only something he logically could predict, but it seemed to her only moments later that it had given Gerard too much confidence. As if he needed more. Angelica felt him move before her eyes knew to catch up with her other senses. Even now that still happened sometimes, but she thought it was because she hadn't expected the movement not because her eyes weren't quick enough. He moved just as she had went to add to the star and she frowned. 'I'd say that was cheating, but I can move just as well, so that would make me a bit of a hypocrite.' She didn't move though, she hadn't had time in the brief second or so it took for him to embrace her and she wasn't sure she wanted to move now he was there. Not so much for fear of him, but because she didn't want to encourage him just yet and because he was barely separated from her skin by the too-thin fabric of her blouse. She closed her eyes and focused on pulling her power further within herself until metaphysically she was only distinguishable by the fact that that there was nothing there. Like a black hole against the night sky, she was just a woman in what most would consider a somewhat compromised position, considering who and what Gerard was. Her resolve faltered slightly when his power licked along her shields but her stubbornness made her not want to give in so easily... but the longer he pressed against her, the more her resolve wavered. 'You would rather hold me, then?' she questioned, when she felt his lips brush against her skin followed by the slight press of something hard which she knew only too well was teeth. Her heart beat faster for a moment before she could stop it. 'You take these games so seriously, Gerard.' she said softly. 'Yet you're not using all of your power, I can tell even from within my shields... I could drop them so easily, too. That seems to be what you want, is it not?' It was not a matter of whether he could eventually snap the shields she had brought up, which were not as good as she could manage without his distractions. It wasn't even a matter of her disliking what he was doing, what he was offering. She found it odd and amusing that he seemed to take her shields worse than the paint. 'I confess, I didn't think you'd take shields quite this... way.' Surely he had known she was capable of shielding. It occurred to Angelica that she wasn't necessarily in the best position to say some things... but then again, that had never stopped her before. And then, just as she had cut herself off from him her power was there once more. She felt it flare around where his hands where, where their powers met. Edited by Angelica Dubois, Jan 8 2009, 12:58 PM.



Gerard	Jan 8 2009, 02:58 PM Post #8
Posts: 131 Group: Vampires Member #230 Joined: Dec 22, 2008	Gerard could only raise an eyebrow at the lioness. “An entire galaxy Angelica? There would be some that would call you foolish for setting such lofty goals. Even more so that would scoff and call your sanity in question about the chosen media for your work. Even rarer would be the ones that wondered how you would even live through the thought of it but only one that would think that she can get away with nothing but a simple smile. I must commend you on your bravado first and foremost this is the first time I have ever been the Media for art. There were plenty of time that I have caused the inspiration or the subject material but never the medium itself.” When he moved behind her and presses his lips to her neck he could only smile into that soft skin. “No, cheating I imagine would have been not letting you see me move at all. You have been with me for under a year Angelica, do you think you know all of my tricks all ready?” He pressed his front teeth more into her neck letting her feel the edge of them as his mouth sucked softly at the skin letting the taste of it roll over his tongue. The fact that she still continued not to move let his hand slip under the material of her blouse and find the skin underneath it soft yet almost hot to the touch. Her power receded and his moved to follow it not pressing against her shields but just resting there just around them. She would be able to feel the coolness of it as it surrounded her, the more she retreated within herself the more of her body it claimed. It would now be a fight if she wanted to expel it and he was in no rush for he too was enjoying the game that had begun. “When do I not like to hold you Angelica?” He pulled his mouth away from her skin for just a moment breathing in the very scent of her with his power so deeply surrounding the lioness. “When you are as old as I am, Ma Belle Epine, you find that sometimes it is only the games that you have left.”



Angelica Dubois	Jan 10 2009, 01:36 AM Post #9
Posts: 91 Group: Lions Member #226 Joined: Dec 18, 2008 Played By: Steph	‘You never reach for the heavens if you’re afraid of the clouds, maitre. We’re all only stardust anyway.’ She answered, unbothered by what most people would or wouldn’t dare to do to him. What most would not even conceive of getting away with. ‘Besides, I am the lion, not the lamb. You would not like me if I were simply another sheep in the inevitable march to the slaughter house, would you?’ She knew that his interest in her was varied, and most of the reasons he kept to himself but Angelica was confident he wouldn’t have wanted to obtained her in the first place if he didn’t think she was at least curious in some way. ‘Also, I thought you liked my smiles.’ she teased lightly as he pressed his lips against the soft skin of her neck. She raised an eyebrow before she remembered he couldn’t see it from behind her. He really was incorrigible sometimes - especially when he wanted something, she knew this all to well but against better judgment she didn’t mind it most of the time. When asked if she thought she knew all his tricks already she simply shook her head slightly, not enough to knock him from the precarious place near her throat but enough to get her point across. ‘Non. I would be disappointed if I knew them all so soon. Anyway I have learnt the more you think you know the limitations or abilities of someone, the more likely it is they have more hidden up their sleeves.’ In a way she was talking not only to respond to him, but to prove to herself she could keep her voice steady… that she could focus at least somewhat around the distraction of his lips and teeth on the sensitive flesh of her throat. She regretted having put her hair up into the lovely French crown braids. Their beauty didn’t make up for how much simpler she had subconsciously made the current position for him. Ultimately, she knew… they both knew she’d give in. He was like honey and she the fly and while she sensed no true reason to oppose him…. Well he had won before the night even began. It was simply a matter of how easily she was willing to give in. The cold that his power pressed around her, stealing through her body chilled even her. Pressing itself in where the warmth of her beast could normally be found and when she finally dropped her shields, the beast flooded out to fill only to find itself kept at bay by him. When she felt his hand slide under her blouse her pulse again betrayed her but otherwise she remained mostly calm, at least on a physical level. Her beast sniffed at the power even though it knew who it was. It didn’t seem right to the inner lioness, not right for him to be there uninvited and so the beast shoved at it and growled lowly as she slipped her hand along his, tracing patterns with her fingers as if she were drawing leaves or flowers on the back of his hand. Carefully she made sure not to let her lions voice ring true on the physical level... not yet. Moving slightly, her head leant back against his shoulder with a sigh, purposely this time exposing more of the temptingly soft flesh of her throat. ‘Honestly? I assume I would be able to work it out when you didn’t want to hold me.’ She turned her head and kissed his cheek lightly before growling playfully. ‘Of course, I’m sure you could fool me if you wanted something… like less stars on your skin.’ her voice still held the heaviness of her beast and the amusement she so often projected. She was torn between stubbornness and letting him win and it showed in her movements, even her voice. It was little things, her slowing resistance to resting against him, how every time he neared her pulse it sped or fluttered like a school girl caught kissing behind the sports shed. But at the same time her beast was pacing and nipping at the power that was invading it’s rightful space and the fight had not gone from her entirely. In fact she was fingering the small dark blue paint tube with her spare hand as she listened to him, carefully unscrewing the lid without using her second hand. ‘I’m quite sure I don’t know, being that I am only 27 – but I will take your word on it.’ she said softly. She was cold and trapped in a position she wasn’t even sure she objected too… but she was still on her desk and surrounded by things that could help make it a colourful evening. Her grin grew as the thick paint oozed between her fingers as she watched it. ‘Do you think blue is your colour? It’d go with your eyes.’ Edited by Angelica Dubois, Jan 10 2009, 11:08 PM.



Gerard	Jan 12 2009, 02:14 AM Post #10
Posts: 131 Group: Vampires Member #230 Joined: Dec 22, 2008	Gerard’s mouth continued to leave little impressions into the lioness’s neck witch each press of his lip becoming more urging and causing for more sensation of what the vampires mouth could do without need of air. When it was time for him to finally speak he did so by bringing his mouth a hair’s breadth away from her skin so that she could feel his lips moved as he talked. “Perhaps, my dear Angelica, I should call you Icaris for it is not only you reaching for the heavens but trying to hold the very sun in your hands. As far as if you would be just another lamb you would not have even been able to paint on me let alone live through the idea of it. Non my young Icarii we would not enjoy what we do together if you were just another lamb.” Gerard opened his mouth just a bit more letting the edges of his front teeth dance across the sensitive flesh at her neck every now and then applying a little bit of suction to cause small red circles to appear on her skin for moments. “Yes, your smiles. They do have a tendency to light up a room and become nearly infectious. There is something about them, a intangible quality that causes me to enjoy them yes.” The hand that had started to dance under her blouse started to dip just a bit lower playing across the waist band of her black pants just enough to tease her all the more. They had miles to go for his teases to become anything more than they could but first he had to cause her to give into it all. “Well then it is good that I do not disappoint you Angelica,” He spoke her name and added power to it. It would give her name a tangible feel to it that would roll up her spine and hopefully cause her entire body to shiver from its effect, “For I would hate to reveal all my cards too easily and never be able to keep you guessing.” This time he actually gave hint of a smile into her skin. He did have much to show her but it would be a matter of time before she would be able to see them all. The vampire felt the power of her beast rise and release its mistake. It had given up far too much ground and with his own power filling the empty space there would be no real chance for it to expel it unless the vampire helped or it exhausted itself in the process. Both would cause a means to an end but one would in fact make it over far too quickly. Each time it pushed at his power he let it move slightly back but the other side of it gained ground until the beast would be even more cornered by its efforts. Granted it was not like her beast knew that his power could touch it in ways that it had only dreamed of before him he understood it was about the primal instinct of territory and in his eyes it was simple. She was his territory through and through. When she spoke again and heard the amusement in her voice he knew, that this was far from over and a shower would be in his near future when it was all said and done. Before he could reply to her again he smelled the distinct smell of another tube of paint being open. It was almost acrid to the sweet smell of his lion. While he let her open the paint tube his other hand went from her shoulder down to her wrist before encircling it. “While I am quite fond of blue my dear I do think it would look far better on you.” And with that he used a portion of his considerable strength to bend her arm towards the lioness. It was a careful application of it so that his own movements did not turn against him and the blue paint found its way to his face once more. “It is only fair I think, you painted me now I get to paint you.



Angelica Dubois	Jan 16 2009, 04:56 AM Post #11
Posts: 91 Group: Lions Member #226 Joined: Dec 18, 2008 Played By: Steph	There were times that Angelica wished to be less stubborn, but as much as every little moment of the vampires lips against her skin sung to her to give in, her mind and beast... they conspired again her body and would not allow for such early treason. To say she was distracted was an understatement, but even with his lips dancing across her skin she managed to keep track of their little conversation. 'Lions are symbols of the sun, I fear not the little bright star around which we all revolve.' she said in a soft voice with a slight whimper - the first she had allowed since he had begun to whittle away at her with his sweet persuasions. What he said about her not being another lamb made her smile more. Though in some ways she knew she was, she supposed... but Angelica wasn't going to freely admit such a thing. Not out loud. She was both tempted to squirm and laugh when she felt him sucking on her skin. Hickeys. Oh how she must have looked like a high school girl sometimes. The urge to laugh was squashed after a few moments however and replaced with a few soft noises of appreciation, though she still remained somewhat still. Or as still as she could manage.... which was growing increasingly less with every passing caress. She moved forward as though she was trying to get away. Not for fear of him, certainly... it was nothing short of the desire to win that caused her to try to remove herself from him. It didn't work to well though and she remained wrapped within his arms as he spoke to her again, she focused on the words instead of the feelings and she felt a little calmer, warmer even against the thick cold wrapped around her in the form of his power. 'You speak so kindly Maitre.' she grinned. 'I can barely stand it.' in truth she found herself to be pleased at his comments. If he was telling the truth, they both had something a little more innocent the other enjoyed and there was nothing wrong with more innocent joys. His hand dancing across the top of her trousers wasn't near as innocent, but she knew he was still playing lightly with her. It was nothing - touches, caresses, kisses and the press of his teeth, she enjoyed them but it was still a game she could win while he didn't use his powers too much against her. The thought didn't last long when she felt his voice curling along her spine, her breath caught in her throat for a moment at the unexpected sensation and she trembled slightly. It was something she knew he could do, and yet even now he still got her with it - every single time. She wondered if it was amusing to him... it probably was. But what small part of her protested against, knowing it was a manipulation was covered by the larger, reckless part that didn't mind. Didn't care. Her beast was a little more inclined to agree with the smaller, sensible part of her mind. It did not like the press of his oh so cold powers where it should have resided and as the beast continued to try and fill out her body and give her back the warmth she couldn't live without it felt the increasing urge to bite. To growl. While he invaded it's territory it didn't give a damn about the desires, the faults of it's human half. Every win was a loss and eventually Angelica couldn't help it when her eyes bled to gold and her beast peered out - looking for the source of it's annoyance. Gerard. She was still cold, still out of place in her own body because of the press of her masters power... but she would always be a lion. Her beast growled lowly when it realized that he was behind her, the - her heartbeat sped as though she was running or frightened, though neither things were the cause. Angelica stopped the second growl barely and bit her lip in the hopes that it would help her concentrate... only to feel the thick squish of paint against her cheek her beast didn't understand... but she did, and she laughed softly and tried to change her eyes back, but didn't find it something her beast was willing to give up. She sighed. 'Maitre. Everything is fair in... well. War.' Lust and war might have been more appropriate - at least on her behalf, but she left it unsaid. her voice was still thicker, deeper. The sounds of her beast that she hadn't intentionally let loose tainting the normally gentle sound. 'But blue suits us both, maitre.' she grinned, trying to make her voice normal and failing just a bit. She tried her strength against his, not using the entirely of it but enough to try and get him back for the paint smeared on her cheek.



Gerard	Jan 19 2009, 02:03 AM Post #12
Posts: 131 Group: Vampires Member #230 Joined: Dec 22, 2008	The desire of her own body called to him like a Siren at sea. It wanted to be taken to be used right then and there but it was only her body desiring it so far. Base human instincts of wanting the pleasure to start instead of the infernal game of teasing not anything of the higher mind of the human. Sure, he could have turned her body completely against her causing it to overwhelm every other resistance that she offered but that would ruin the fun. “Lions are a symbol of the sun yes but even they if they fly to close will be burned by its might. It is a lesson that we must all heed Angelica,” That slight little whimper spoke much of the condition that the battle within her was at. She was starting to lose, not completely, not yet but soon her resistance would be gone. Each touch brought a futher wonderful noise that had almost become as symphony to the vampire. With each caress there was a slight sigh or the whisper of a moan, with each press of his teeth a different sound emerged. She would be his masterpiece tonight, singing of the touches that he applied to her body. “Non, Angelica. These are not just kind words for your benefit for they are truth, in every sense of the word.” Then the way she gasped when his words became tangible increased the smile that was pressed against the skin of the lioness. Then she trembled and he used that moment to further increase the pressure of his arms wrapped around the woman bringing her closer to him in almost bruising strength. The beast on the other hand had never once attempted to challenge the vampire’s dominance. Something that he had found odd at first but then realized it was because of the firm control that Angelica kept on her beast. It never rose when he was around and not it was attempting to speak of its place in the hierarcjhy, not accepting that it was under him. He felt the growl rather then heard it and then further felt the increase of her heartbeat, fear was in the air. Primordial and instinctual fear, but fear none the less. Still his power did not give up ground in fact it took more. The part of it that called lions reached further into the lioness and started to caress and tease at the beast just as his fingers and mouth teased at the body of the woman. Such stimulation would easily cause the downfall of a normal lycan but Gerard had expected more from his Angelica, he always expected more. “If everything is fair Ma Belle Epine, then I do not need to hold back any more then do I?” It was a veiled threat for they both knew if his power rose in full force there would be nothing stopping him from gaining what he wished from the lioness. Then she used more of her strength and had he not been prepared for it his face would now have a matching blue sky to go with the star. He used just enough to halt the progress mere inches from his face. “We are even now as it were Angelica yet you seem to wish to be in my debt again, I think we can arrange such” He gave a slight chuckle that turned tangible again. It would be a interesting night.



Angelica Dubois	Jan 19 2009, 03:15 AM Post #13
Posts: 91 Group: Lions Member #226 Joined: Dec 18, 2008 Played By: Steph	Angelica had to smile through it all. He was kind of cute when he sought to warn her like this, as if she'd care to remember afterwards. 'Mon ami, if I were afraid of the heat I wouldn't have stayed in the kitchen.' she teased lightly. She could never tease him as well as he was teasing her, in ways she had nearly forgotten... but it didn't mean she would give up so easily. Despite the cold of his power smothering her own warmth, the line where she leant against him felt almost as though it were on fire for no good reason she could fathom. She wanted him now, more than words could explain but it was instincts, unfettered desires and she pushed it to the side for now as best she knew how... Though she couldn't stop most of the lovely little noises he seemed to enjoy, despite that she tried. She knew he could be her undoing. Every little whimper she traitorously allowed proved as such but she wasn't too concerned about it. Not yet. A brief slip of her beasts control let a soft purr rise and disappear almost as quickly when he spoke. Her beast didn't have to like it, she was loosing on nearly every other front... The hand that had been following Gerards hand around her waist left his and her nails dug into her palm. The pain against the more pleasurable sensations gave some kind of clarity, but not a lot. 'That doesn't make them less kind, Maitre.' Angelica finally replied as she tried to catch up on her breath, breathing in deeply and centring herself as best she could while she felt a little like she was caught between walls of ice and a fire place. When she thought about it she realized just now cold she was and she shivered, unsure if she needed to be closer or further away from Gerard or if it would make any difference at all until he and her beast sorted out their.. differences. Moments later and the choice was made for her as he gripped her with enough strength that she couldn't get away from him without honestly trying his strength against hers, something that wouldn't work at the moment. The beast paced within it's very human body in the small space it was managing to keep from the frosty grips of Gerard. Her beast knew him, but only when she was using it to greet him, to show appreciation or otherwise extend her power to his. This was not such a time. This beast had, in a way, a mind of it's own. It listened only to what I knew to be good for itself, safe... and the last vampire who called lions she had met had not been kind to the beast in any form. It didn't expect less from Gerard even after most of a year, and his stealing her body was nothing but proof to the beast. 'Gerard.' Angelica managed to say, her voice still not completely human. 'You do know who she.. I.. er. we. Think you are, non?' she whispered in an attempt to distract him from the less than friendly look she could tell her beast was giving him as it tried to push at the tidal wave of power. 'Tis not logical or your fault, really... but I cannot help it apparently.' Angelica wasn't liking it at all and it helped clear her mind somewhat. Feeling estranged to ones own body wasn't pleasant. Worse were the flashes she could see in her minds eye of the years before she had met him. Sometimes she wished she could share them with him, to see if he would better understand... but she sometimes couldn't stand the thought. What he did next surprised her causing somewhere between a gasp and a moan and she sat bolt upright. Or tried too, at any rate. her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, the desire to press closer to him was weighing on her like a tonne of bricks but there was no closer to get to him as it was. She had long since known she was in over her head in some ways with Gerard. She had known the day they met, but she didn't care. He could try her and she'd see how she came out. If she came out. The threat, if one could call it that should have rung more alarm bells than it did but Angelica simply leant her head back on his should with one of her incorrigible grins. 'Tis not my place to say when you hold back or not, that would be your job. Oui?' The lioness growled in her own head, the feeling of it reverberated down her own spine, causing her to squirm as she had when it was his voice. Sooner than she expected it the tangible quality of her voice was there too, right in the wake of her own inner growl and she moaned softly. She was going to drive herself crazy if she kept it up. What he said about the paint was lost on her, she was too distracted and once again attempting to put her control back together like a thousand pieced puzzle. Gerard was her undoing, and her biggest sin.



Gerard	Jan 19 2009, 04:43 AM Post #14
Posts: 131 Group: Vampires Member #230 Joined: Dec 22, 2008	“If I recall correctly,” the vampire spoke softly into her skin letting her feel the way his lips moved over her body with each individual word, “that if you originally decided to stay in the kitchen as it were, you never would have arrived at my manor that faithful night. Further more you would not be standing here now with me and calling me such” Even though the hand that was on his was now gone it let him continue its journey across her body, roaming with each and every touch promising so much more and being less then innocent. If any were looking at the two they would expect the clothes to completely vanish in a blink of an eye and do something even farther away then wholesome. It would come to that eventually but not yet the game was too fun. He knew exactly what tactic she was trying to gain control of her body and the vampire was not entirely sure if he wanted ti to happen just yet. The moment her nail dug deeper in he let the edge of his fang graze across the skin of her neck to inflict pain too. With the pain and the pleasure both pushing through her he knew that it would offset the self pain and cause the brain to interperate it all as pleasure once more. “Perhaps it does not make them less kind, but a kind truthful word is worth more then any silver tongued or honey coated word I find.” He let his fang graze across her neck one more time leaving a faint trail of pink but not deep enough to draw blood not yet. The contest of wills had all ready begun and it was a long time coming. While the beast tried to push away at his power almost franticly so it was all ready over before it had began. There was no defendable position no place of retreat the beast would either have to face his power head on or submit to it. When she spoke he softly shushed her letting his power wash over her again with his voice but instead of just pure pleasure het let a calming sensation follow it. He had expected the beast to glare, to fight him at every turn and her apology though sweet was not needed. Just as she gasped and moaned again h is power stopped dancing around the beast within her and this time pierced and penetrated the spiritual creature. His power ran through her warm and almost from the depths of the sun itself it was like that of another lion almost perfectly. The lion was one of Gerard’s first animals to call and it was the one he had come to know intimately. He continued pushing his power through both the woman and the beast until it was like one giant circuit of energy and pleasure. When she leaned her head back against him he cradled it softly with his chest still careful that she not get the upper hand and roll her head to mark his clothing. That would certainly bring about a poor turn of events. His hands, body and power, spoke words that his voice and mind would not. It implored her to give into him, to belong to him through and through.



Angelica Dubois	Jan 19 2009, 06:02 AM Post #15
Posts: 91 Group: Lions Member #226 Joined: Dec 18, 2008 Played By: Steph	'If I were afraid of the heat, Maitre... I would still be curled up in Seattle with my pride and arguing with the Regina about petty things because I hadn't the heart to dethrone and thus kill her. So no, I would not be here now.' her reasons for leaving Seattle had always been her own, not discussed with anyone outside the very highest in the pride... but she didn't mind sharing with him, in ways he was almost as close...or as close as a Vampire could hope to be. She could not kill the woman who had been a second mother to her, for a higher still position in her original Pride and so she had left. She had no such qualms about people not so close to her, however. 'And I happen to adore kitchens, so don't take the phrase wrong.' she added it as an after thought, her voice quiet. That the necessity to sink her nails into her palm to retain a somewhat lucidness to her mind had cost her the ability to stop his hand if it became too much wasn't lost to her. Said hand was making it amazingly clear to her with every achingly brief caress, each finger that slipped across her overly sensitive flesh coaxing out sounds from her that were slowly but surely becoming more frequent and urgent. She was only giving up inches, but still he was gaining miles faster than he had been only minutes ago. She should have expected the fang, given their current position but she was past thinking very far ahead and hadn't seen it coming. It distracted her from the pain in her hand where her nails were a breath away from actually cutting the flesh of her palm. The pain from the fang brought a gentle whimper from her lips, it perverted the pain from her hand, from the cold and combined it all with the more pleasurable things he had pressed against her and run through her. He had made her rather feeble attempt at regaining some sense null and void and she was a little tempted to growl at him again but she didn't. She was enjoying it too much and more than that, if she allowed her beast to get the better of her so badly again... well. It wasn't something likely to go well at the moment. 'True. But much is worth more than a silver tongue to those of us deathly allergic to silver.' she purred, the sound of warmth and pleasure rolling through her words like a very pleased cat if they could speak.. and well in this case, the cat could. She felt the urge to be quiet overwhelming almost as he shushed her, suddenly calmed and relaxed in his arms. That was a sort of trick in itself, and her beast realized it though it couldn't seem to urge her body to mind to care near enough to do anything aggressive or otherwise bothersome to his ability to make her rest so easily. It wouldn't have worked five or ten minutes ago, but she grew tired of fighting absolutely everything and temptation was starting to win her over. Her beast, and then Angelica herself didn't understand what was happening when his power ran right through her, beast and all... it was not an unfamiliar feeling but neither was it something she had felt often. It was a too warm feeling, too warm for vampires and even warmer than most presses of power she had felt. So it took her a moment for her to realize why it was so familiar yet so strange... it felt like lion, more so than usual. At the same time it couldn't be. She knew that and her mind raced even as her beast gave up the territory march to investigate the "newer" intruder. It felt like a mate, and the sudden joy of her lioness was pleasing to her even if she didn't truly understand as it brushed against the pseudo beast of Gerards power. Brushed and nipped and licked and nuzzled and was suddenly much, much more happy to have his presence. The return of the pleasure brought back the sounds, once again softer now she had rested... but there nonetheless. She was giving in but not giving up, a warm purr happily and easily coming from her lips. He had won, there was no two ways about it, but her beast was investigating it's new.. somewhat imaginary friend.. It was only then she remember she had drying paint of her face '...oh I should probably wash this off' she with a barely audible voice. It wasn't that she wanted to move from him so much any more as she was worried about spoiling the evening. She was afraid almost to try and work out too clearly what exactly Gerard was doing to her beast, as if it would vanish or something if she spoke of it out loud.



Gerard	Jan 20 2009, 02:41 AM Post #16
Posts: 131 Group: Vampires Member #230 Joined: Dec 22, 2008	“Why would I think you would hate kitchens?” Gerard tilted his head slightly almost confused by the statement but paid it very little mind. It seemed that the effects of his voice and touches were working far beautifully then he had anticipated. While he knew that Angelica enjoyed the touch of his power and often fell willingly to it night after night he enjoyed seducing her as many thought to be the old fashion way. Her body responded to his every touch and it only caused his hands to wander over it more seeking far more sensitive areas to tease and caress. It was almost a game his hands would linger at a place and tease her with it until it lost sensitivity then would instinctively move so that it was always sweet beautiful torment that he cause d in the wake of his hands. “Then we will keep the silver tongued ones at bay, and only let the kind words dripped in honey every grace your beautiful body. Though even if you are deathly allergic to such it would be like you to seek it anyway just out of the curiosity of playing with the viper.” Each one of her words held the purr of her cat more and more as she lost control of the battle within her. She was on the edge of losing it completely when he calmed both her and the beast within her with his words. What he wanted to do would have gone increasingly bad if she was all ready starting to panic. How both the beast and Angelica reacted to his power was something of another issue. It took much of the vampires strength and control to form his energy into that of something that could be mistaken for a beast and act accordingly. The way it reacted upon the first brush was interesting instead of snapping at the intruder of her personal space the Lioness within actually flirted with it. That would mean one of two things, the first was that within Angelica there rested feelings for Gerard that were more than just the typical lust that he inspired. Somewhere down the line it created deeper feelings and the instinctual side of Angelica reacted accordingly to it. The second was how readily it accepted him while he never quite tested the theory and psychology of were animal’s beast to that of their actual kin this was starting to prove to be very favorable to the vampire. “Soon, Ma Belle Epine, soon” His hands continued their not so innocent course moving in and out of covered areas of her dress to tease new flesh while his ‘beast’ did the same. Running through and around the beast within Angelica not only asserting its dominance but also continuing the courtship ritual of real lions.



Angelica Dubois	Jan 20 2009, 05:30 AM Post #17
Posts: 91 Group: Lions Member #226 Joined: Dec 18, 2008 Played By: Steph	Angelica would have laughed at what he said, it was horribly amusing but she held back the laughter and explained. 'You compared yourself to the kitchen in my little metaphor, Gerard.' she could keep the laughter at bay but not the amusement in her voice. If he couldn't work out her meaning now, she didn't know what would make it click so she left it at that. The continued feel of his power, and more than that, his hands kept any long thoughts at bay. Just when she started to get used to one sensation and found herself feeling a little clearer, her moved his hand and found another spot. More than once he found a couple of the very few ticklish spots she often tried to ignore on her body and made her squirm and laugh. It was still a kind of torment, just on along different lines to his usual variety. 'I learnt my lesson with silver long past. It burns a little too permanent for even moi. Honey is good, if a little perilous for the sheets' she grinned a little at the honey but the silver wasn't so fun. The lessons hadn't inflicted anything permanent because it wasn't allowed to touch her for long enough, but that didn't mean she forgot the feeling... and then there was the boy who didn't know what she was and gave her a small silver locket that had somehow managed to find itself near her exposed back before he'd shown her and burnt her minorly before she'd noticed. So she had a light little heart right near the small of her back but you had to be looking to find it. 'Snakes aren't so scary,' she added. Silver might give her pause, but snakes couldn't do her any real harm for the most part. That he had managed to fool her beast was something new to her, but she wondered at how much it was costing him to win that other but still very important side of her over. Every inch of her felt like it was tingling, every fibre in her being wanted to work out some better way to be close to him at the very same time she was trying to keep from accidentally staining him with the paint on her hand and cheek. The purring of her beast as it continued to meet Gerards power with what could only be described as affection was echoed through every breath she made. Her beast wound it's way around the "beast" that Gerard was making and brushed and sniffed and flicked her tail at it. Soon. There were so many things that could happen soon. Soon she wouldn't be able to stand coping with sitting there while he teased her so. Soon she might accidentally move and do something regrettable with the paint on her cheek or palm. She whimpered slightly at the thought and the sensations until finally she asked 'May I please go wash the blue off, maitre? I should hate to spoil your clothes.' her beast continued to watch now with curiosity as his power moved around and around her and while it growled a little, there was no mistaking it for anger this time. She was playing.



Gerard	Jan 22 2009, 04:31 AM Post #18
Posts: 131 Group: Vampires Member #230 Joined: Dec 22, 2008	All Gerard gave to the lioness was a knowing smile. It could have meant several things one being that he had known but had sought to earn that soft laugh from the lioness the other could have meant that he was simply amused. One never quite knew what a smile meant from the vampire until most likely it was far to late to do anything about the source of it. As he spoke and touched her he could feel just what his hands were doing to her body. They had been together for under a year sometimes she was alone in his bed other times she joined others all ready present and it had been in these times that Gerard fully learned every last inch of her body. He knew the spots that made her ticklish, the spots that would elicit a moan no matter what her mood and more importantly he knew how she would deal with all of those sensations together. In short he knew her through and through. “Also you would have to be wary of the fact that honey does in fact crystallize so you would either need superhuman speed or the ability to not inter a sugar coma from having that much honey. I could ask what other metaphors of words you would like to turn to sexual deviation but it is more enjoying to be surprised by such I find. Though even if snakes were not scary I cannot see you lying with one even if some call vampires snakes. Nor can I see a snake apart of any bedroom game that could be called enjoyable.” While he talked and spoke with her in ways that would have caused many people to blush especially with the activity if his hands his energy had never stopped moving. Her beast on the other hand was none the wiser to the ruse that while his energy was perfectly imitating a beast in almost every way that it was in fact, not. He could feel that every time their ‘beasts’ touched her body tried to move closer and closer to his. There would only be one way to do that but their clothing was in the way and they were not in the correct positioning for that. With each brush and flick his own power responded in kind but instead of meeting any substantial barriers that her beast would provide his power always moved through her triggering most likely another wave of pleasure from them both. “Oui, ma belle epine, we should get you cleaned up non.” Without separating the two of them he removed his usual white coat and with seemingly practiced grace tossed it onto a hook where it hung perfectly like it was there all along. Then without saying another word and without his hands leaving her he moved them both into the bathroom.



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