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Plowed
Jul 29, 2008 22:31:09 GMT -8
Post by titan on Jul 29, 2008 22:31:09 GMT -8
Frost's lazy smile turns venomous, and she snaps at the hand reaching toward her. Why yes, she is fast enough to nick his finger. Licking her lips, she raises her eyes to his face, and in a voice that is canorous as bird song, she says, "But the unfortunate thing is, if you only last ten minutes, I wouldn't be pumping for long."
"Now, Whitey here, he looks like he could go a nice long time, doncha, Whitey? What's with the look, I'm only complimenting you." for he was giving her a look that clearly said that at first sign from the Mighty One over there, he'd happily chew her face off.
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Plowed
Jul 29, 2008 22:46:53 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Jul 29, 2008 22:46:53 GMT -8
Jakob doesn't so much as flinch. He glances at his finger, and something changes in his gaze. Ink, cat-slinkster that he is, gets to his feet -- silent as a ghost, flexible. Jakob smiles faintly, fondly. He would be horrified to realize that, at that moment, he closely resembles his brother. Of course, they always resemble each other -- but in that moment? It's real close.
"Well, you'll only know for sure once you try it."
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Plowed
Jul 29, 2008 22:53:25 GMT -8
Post by titan on Jul 29, 2008 22:53:25 GMT -8
Frosts eyes narrow as Whitey rises, and she lets her leg - which had been resting on him- slide down his as he leaves the couch. Interesting predicament that she's managed to get herself into, here. She can either walk away - end it now, find her prisoner and leave, or she can take those last steps to destruction. Type of destruction: unknown. Could be death of her body or death of her ideals, but either way it's a risk.
Frost has never been the type of person who could walk away.
"Show me then." she says simply, not rising from her place. If she were to tell the absolute truth - which she wouldn't generally do - this guy excited her almost as much as Seth. Almost. Still, almost in and of itself was saying something extraordinary.
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Plowed
Jul 29, 2008 23:14:47 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Jul 29, 2008 23:14:47 GMT -8
Jakob's expression doesn't change. If anything, it deepens; darkens. Becomes more essentially Jakob. Addition -- he rearranges himself so that he's kneeling next to Frost, who is on the couch, who smells like a drink he'd like to wolf down. When he moved forward, his hand slid up Frost's leg; traced the curve of her hip; the curve of her belly, her ribs, the line of one breast, and now, finally, the line of her throat, her jaw.
There is something here. Something different from his usual. He notices it. He's a perceptive guy, Jakob, even if he doesn't act like it.
But he's also a bastard. He leans forward, and -- no, he doesn't kiss her. Jakob says, very tenderly, in her ear:
"I could. I would. But I don't even know your name. And I'm just not that kind of boy."
His gaze flicks up to Ink, whose eyebrows are WAY UP, and who mouths at Jakob, YES YOU ARE. Jakob rolls his eyes.
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Plowed
Jul 29, 2008 23:22:35 GMT -8
Post by titan on Jul 29, 2008 23:22:35 GMT -8
Frost is momentarily under the spell of his hand, but his voice snaps her out of it. Deeeeep deep deep deep down, there's a twinge of something that could be some sting of emotional pain, but she ignores it.
"Alright then."
Letting out a long-suffering, and highly theatrical sigh -- close to that that Seth might make-- she stretches her arms and moves to get up. Part of her wants to stay on the couch, hoping for God knows what reason that he'll change his mind. And this is precisely why she knows that she needs to leave. Feelings like this do nothing but weaken her, and that is something she will not stand for. The wallowing, weak, do-whatever-he-says thing so does not work for her. So, as I said before, she moves to get up.
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Plowed
Jul 29, 2008 23:35:35 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Jul 29, 2008 23:35:35 GMT -8
And, of course, finds Jakob's hand smack in the center of her chest. Pushing her back down. Gently, but firmly. At least, that is the plan. He is otherwise still crouched beside the couch -- dark mirror of a prince charming. Frost, though? Definitely not a sleeping beauty.
"So why don't you tell me just who you are."
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Plowed
Jul 29, 2008 23:43:15 GMT -8
Post by titan on Jul 29, 2008 23:43:15 GMT -8
"Oh," she says, slightly surprised, and then she finds that her voice is ((*raspberry at Shin*)) swithering slightly. Ah well. Brief moment of hesitation, now gone.
"Well, I suppose if you want to ruin all the fun..." she says, now feigning disappointment to prolong the moment, "I'm Eleanor Frost, in the employ of one - you should get a kick out of this - Seth Marquis, sent to capture the vampire that attacked his favorite receptionist, and deliver said vampire directly. Ah, well. Guess there's no sex now," she says casually, "I'll just be on my way then," and she moves to get up again.
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Plowed
Jul 29, 2008 23:53:33 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Jul 29, 2008 23:53:33 GMT -8
And again: gently, but inexorably, Jakob pushes her back down; it's an automatic gesture, and he uses more force than he'd meant to. "What - are you under some sort of mystical prohibition or something; the mere mention of your boss is a coldshower?"
Weeeeeeell. Honestly, it almost -- not quite, but almost -- sort of is. Jakob is having a moment of realization. The realization is this: well, hell. He had to help Frost, now. Also: well, hell. He just let some guy that Seth wanted escape. That was not good.
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Plowed
Jul 30, 2008 0:00:37 GMT -8
Post by titan on Jul 30, 2008 0:00:37 GMT -8
Frost gives him a look that clearly says she knows what he's thinking, and in a second her expression has melted into something sultry, "Well, I suppose maybe I could squeeze you in if you asked real nicely..." she started, getting very close to him, letting her lips slide across the skin of his neck before whispering into his ear, "but you're not that kind of boy, are you?"
And she moves once again to get up, silently vowing that he better do something interesting if he pushes her down again, or so help her, he'd lose a hand. Lose it.
Again, she couldn't decide which she prefered so she let him decide..
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Plowed
Jul 30, 2008 0:17:20 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Jul 30, 2008 0:17:20 GMT -8
He's quiet for a second. This time when she gets up, he doesn't push her down; and hey, if his hand just happens to cup her breast as she stands, well, that was gravity's fault. Not his.
After the requisite second, Jakob gives Frost a sweet smile. Made vampires; he had nothing but scorn for 'em; they were so - well. They were always screwing things up. "Well, well. Now that we've been introduced properly..."
The implication being: now that I know your name...
"Do you want to know what kind of boy I am?" There's a beat. He doesn't actually give her time to respond. He just jumps straight into: "The kind who enjoys a good hunt; let's go!"
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Plowed
Jul 30, 2008 0:22:50 GMT -8
Post by titan on Jul 30, 2008 0:22:50 GMT -8
Well, darn. And here she had been hoping.."Le sigh. Alrighty then. You go get him, I'll hang here with Whitey. He said something earlier about showing me a good time, didn't you Whitey? No, it's fine, you don't need to respond. I know what you're thinking, 'How could a quiet fucker like me get so lucky? Well, I'll tell ya- Hey Jake, aren't you off yet? This is some very personal stuff here."
No, no it did not take her long to get back into her usual persona, and she turned away from Jakob as if he were nothing special..well in fact, he was...not something she would permit herself to think about.
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Plowed
Jul 30, 2008 0:37:39 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Jul 30, 2008 0:37:39 GMT -8
Ilya says, his English more accented now than it was before; that's just because he's discombobulated. Russian: husk, bear-sound. "I am not--"
"Don't worry about it, Ink," Jakob says, and he's on his feet, the smooth smiler. "Eleanor, I'm not going to do your work for you."
And what do you think he does? He reaches out with his mind, takes ahold of hers, and turns her forcibly towards him and -- heh, heh -- into his arms. At which point, he waltzes her, laughing, toward the door to the lower levels of the house.
"We'll go together -- think of it! The city: the poor sucker: running! The night air! The dark!" Of course, this is all very exhaustive; she's not some idiotic human; she's a rather strong vampire in her own right, even if she is only made, and Jakob doesn't usually take ahold of people's minds like that. It tires him. "Aww, wait -- you're afraid you'll look stupid in front of me."
"Don't worry, sweetheart; I like 'em dumb."
And he's no longer controlling her mind.
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Plowed
Jul 30, 2008 11:24:08 GMT -8
Post by titan on Jul 30, 2008 11:24:08 GMT -8
It's almost a blur:amusement about Ink, irritation about her name, and then she's in his arms...being danced around. Well, it doesn't take long to wear him down. The sheer force of her fury does it in about a minute and a half. But that's still a minute and a half too long.
When she breaks free, her anger is white-hot, and the mingled frustration makes thinking clearly almost unbearable. She takes a deep breath to keep her head from exploding, and then flings herself away from him. Most thoughts of sex are now well and truly dead. Frost is done. Done. There will be no more of this.
She snaps back her arm and punches his face with everything in her, satisfied by the resounding crack and how far he flies. Then, not waiting for him because honestly, she'd just as soon be alone now, she heads down the stairs muttering something about Seth and his superior skills with women.
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Plowed
Jul 30, 2008 21:54:27 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Jul 30, 2008 21:54:27 GMT -8
And Jakob really does go flying. His body hits the bartop, skids across it, and crashes down on the other side of said bartop, out of sight and out of mind. Ink hears him say something like, "Heh," or maybe, "Ow."
If he'd been a good little lamia, he'd have maybe turned himself into a bird or something mid-throw, but he's not a good little lamia, and he's always been too lazy to maintain any animal shapes -- for a while, he was a wolf, and that was fun... What big eyes you have, what big teeth you have, all that jazz.
"Bitch broke my neck," he mutters. There's another crack.
And Frost has a few minutes in which she is actually given that alone time she's feeling the need for. Down the stairs, into the darkness which is probably empty of the fleeing vampire quarry.
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Plowed
Jul 30, 2008 22:01:02 GMT -8
Post by titan on Jul 30, 2008 22:01:02 GMT -8
Frost hears the crash of him actually landing when she's about halfway down the stairs. She stops in place for a moment, considering for about a mili-second, checking on him. Meh. Why bother. He'll heal if he's a vampire worth her time. So instead she continues on alone, feeling her womanly feelings drain away - finally- so that there is just enough anger to find her quarry and get the hell home.
She could say one thing though. Seth had a LOT on his hands when she got back, damn it.
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