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Post by titan on Aug 24, 2008 2:34:55 GMT -8
Oh. Ouch. Burn. Oh, his sensitive ego. He was so wounded now. Might as well give up and go home. Heh heh.
"That hurts me deep," he says, feigning pain in his voice, "It's almost like we're not friends anymore," he says softly. But he has gotten very very close now, after his retort. He can see her. She's so close. The question is, to spring or not to spring.
Right behind her now, having gotten impossibly behind her back, inches from her hair, "You shouldn't read peoples' secrets, you know. It's rude."
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Post by shinigami on Aug 24, 2008 3:12:48 GMT -8
He is right there. Too close. Inches away. He is right there.
Beatrix turns around, fast, fast, but human fast. Adrenaline-fueled fast. There he is, Mister Seth Marquis, with his hunter's moon eyes. There was a sharp, quick intake of breath when she turned -- so sharp, so quick, that it almost cut her throat.
Then the radiant witchling takes a slow, deliberate step back; her mouth tugs up into a smile. Dark? Yes; it's the only thing that is.
"Is it rude to say 'you started it' and stick out my tongue? I kind of feel that etiquette requires it."
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Post by titan on Aug 24, 2008 3:21:25 GMT -8
"Technically, yes." he said, matter-of-factly. Then, switching gears completely, he took a step toward her, "But I think I can make an exception this one time," he purred. Warning: Slight insanity may cause violence, urge to hunt and drastic mood swings.
Right on the edge of a knife here. She could go along with him, or she could get them back on track. Either was fine with him.
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Post by shinigami on Aug 26, 2008 23:33:39 GMT -8
This is how it went: He startled her; she turned. She stepped back; he stepped forward. But Beatrix doesn't step back again. No; she just smiles that crooked, dark-edged smile. Game. Fun. And Beatrix didn't call on power, see; she was power. That's why Seth wanted to hunt her, after all.
When the purr entered the vampire's voice, Beatrix blinked. Once. Delicate, slow. Her gaze dropped from his face. To his chest, to his stomach; to his hips, back up to his face, then sort of - briefly skittish - to the side. "Reeeeeeeeeeally," she says, with an inscrutable expression. The truth is she is completely -- astonished. The paper airplane is still in her left hand, and she twists it around meditatively. Then she laughs, "Come here, you," and hooks a finger through his belt buckle, to tug him allllllllllllll close and snug.
"You fucking started it."
Thing about knife's edge is once you're on it it just doesn't matter: You're going to get cut.
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Post by titan on Aug 27, 2008 0:11:11 GMT -8
Mother night, sweet lord, and all that is holy, unholy or otherwise. To say that he wasn't incredibly aroused now would be a lie. To say that he wasn't equally shock, likewise. To say that he would rather tear off her clothes and experience her darkness all over the library than kill her would be truth. A truth that was rather interesting to him.
Well, big ol' powerful freaking vampire or not, he was still male. And he did what males to best: let all rational thought leave his mind.
He couldn't stop a soft growl from escaping his lips at her action. The growl was a rumble-pure male-all primal lust and deep jungles. It reflected upon his panther form, and he knew from personal experience, made most women weak in the knees. Most.
Now, completely switched from kill to sex, Seth's hand snaked its way around her waist to trace little circles on the small of her back. Best to take this slow. After all, if there was one thing that he had never lost, it was his sexual expertise, and with one so young, you had to be careful about that. But not too careful. Because that was no fun.
"I suppose I did." he said, letting his lips brush hers.
The good news for him is that he viewed this the same way she did: game. Fun. And if she let him do what he wanted, it would be very fun indeed.
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Post by shinigami on Aug 27, 2008 2:39:16 GMT -8
He growls; it affects her, sweet. Her gaze goes opaque. Black with desire, maybe. Maybe not. Blacker, anyway; darker than before, somehow. The little sting of -- what is that? Guilt? -- is new. Also, ignored. Beatrix baaacks up, not very far to go, trapping his arm against her back and the bookshelf, and she keeps him close as a secret with that finger on his belt.
"Hey, now." His lips brush hers, but barely, because she lets her head rest against the bookshelf too, at just the right moment for want but not for get. And she even lets the paper airplane drift away, the better to snake her other arm up under Seth's shirt, fingers tiptoe runes up is spine. Suggestion is a fine art. And it's one that Beatrix is pretty damned good at. "What exactly do you want from me?"
...Men. They really were all the same. Beatrix didn't know why Valentine worried so much when they were all the same, no matter what the species, no matter how powerful the power.
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Post by titan on Aug 28, 2008 22:05:59 GMT -8
Seth's face changed from sadistic leader to sensuality expert in second, his eyes slightly narrowed and an incredibly suggestive smile curved up his face. Her fingers on his back were a sweet type of torture, and his honey smile deepened.
"Shall I show you then?" Rhetorical question. He showed her anyway.
Now that she was - not trapped, but against - the bookcase, he moved another step closer, bringing their bodies almost flush together. He used the hand on her back to go up under her shirt, feeling and teasing, distracting. While his hand was distracting her to the best of its abilities, his mouth came down on her neck, inhumanly fast. He did not bite her. No, it was much more fun to do that when they asked. Or during sex. Or both. No, instead he attacked her neck with his lips and only slight playful nips from his teeth.
He wasn't positive - how irritating - if she'd go along with this, but he was giving it a go at the very least.
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Post by shinigami on Aug 29, 2008 22:45:16 GMT -8
He distracted her: see? He could feel her breath catch on the way he was touching her; feel her ribs expand beneath his hand when she sucked in a breath. But then she noticed what she felt -- teeth; and Beatrix went completely rigid. Her nails bit, careless of how hard, into his shoulder. It was a lot like petting a cat and say the cat is all purry and you think that it's probably pleased but suddenly CLAMP sharp claws.
Behind Seth, his shadow stretches, blackens like a ceiling licked by smoke, begins to reshape, a piece of darkness even in this library corner which is already so dark and dim -- but then Beatrix relaxes.
(Maybe it's because of his uncertainty, very human-boy-on-a-date. Maybe it's because of his obvious care. Rather hilarious, given certain plans for torment and pain that lasted for days not an hour ago.)
But she also moves. That's right. To the side. Her nails aren't embedded in Seth's flesh any longer, but that's because she's using that hand to unbutton his shirt while she catches at his - ah - distracting hand with her other, just for as long as it takes to change position: Him with his back against the bookshelves. Her, ...not with her back against the bookshelves.
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Post by titan on Sept 16, 2008 19:25:07 GMT -8
Seth's back hits the bookshelves with a satisfying "Mmph" from him. Ah, a woman - girl? - who liked to be in control. He could roll with that. Still, some part of him entertained the idea of pushing her against the banister and just taking her. But no, probably not the smartest of ideas. At all.
So instead, he lets himself be momentarily conquered, sliding his hands up her back, under her shirt.
"Are you disappointed that I am so undeniably male? Disappointed that it's so easy to end the game? Or perhaps this is yet another game." he says, his fingers tracing the lines of her bra. Certainly not how he has seen this night going, but at his age it was difficult to be surprised anymore so he supposed he welcomed it.
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Post by shinigami on Sept 27, 2008 22:11:26 GMT -8
Beatrix laughs and rests her forehead against Seth's chest. She slips the third-to-last, second-to-last, last button out of its button hole and pushes his shirt off his left shoulder and then off completely. Also, she puts a hand over his mouth. He's still talking when she does this; he's saying this is yet another game. "I'm not disappointed."
His hands. Really, they're waking heat. "I swoon," she says, with a smile, slow and crooked and luminous, "at your undeniable maleness." Back-of-hand to forehead. Beatrix lets (trusts?) Seth to hold her when she half-swoons back against (into) his arms. And half-slips on his shirt. It's a cool shirt.
Then she straightens, and she's not laughing anymore. Her gaze is back to inscrutable, even if she is touching him. "But you wanted to play hide and seek. And I'd hate to disappoint."
Beatrix traces his jaw; traces his cheek, shyly - definitely shyly; then curls her fingers at the nape of his neck and pulls him down, down, down into a kiss that never happens because she becomes intangible. Just a shadow. Not even a noticeable shadow, different from the others; she could be any shadow.
She could be his shadow.
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Post by titan on Sept 30, 2008 9:22:00 GMT -8
Seth catches her, as she knows he will. He holds on while she steals his shirt. His eyes begin to close as she leans in, implying a kiss that he never gets. Eyes narrowed from their attempted closing, he feels his lips curve into a conspiratorial smirk.
"How right you are, my little phantasm." he says, straightening to full height, that predatory gleam returning to his eyes. If she thought he couldn't hunt the shadows, she was wrong. But he didn't mind letting her get a head start. She, unfortunately, was too interesting a creature to actually kill. But there were other things that one could do with such a person.
"Hide and seek it is."
((ok, there it is. Not happy with it, but can't think how to make it better))
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Post by shinigami on Oct 9, 2008 11:36:55 GMT -8
Beatrix has absolutely no intention of re-coalescing into a killable girl, flesh and blood and bone and tongue, her easy-to-beat-into-a-bloody-pulp shape -- at least not while Seth is still there. And she cleaves close; is his shadow.
Beatrix doesn't underestimate Seth intentionally. She'd slip away, silent, but she trusts him to notice something as subtle as the movement of a shadow, no shape to cast it. She doesn't quite realize that he'll be able to touch her mind, that there'll be a chink in her armor, when she does this next thing that she'll do. Well, everybody makes mistakes. But she trusts him to be clever, to notice things. Which is why sharp-eyed Seth might notice how another shadow uncurls, unshapes, by the fire alarm allllll the way on the other side of the library, wraps around the lever and tugs.
The alarm goes off; police and fire department response time tends to be between four and seven minutes. The idea is they'll provide a distraction, if not a real obstacle, for Seth.
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