Lover Unleashed

Undeterred by his lack of enthusiasm, she leaned forward, flashing him a set of breasts that didn't so much as defy gravity as flip it off, insult its mother, and piss on it's shoes.

And -

Manuel bared his teeth as if he had fangs... and did not that just turn her on.

"You're the one who's Payne's."
No hesitation on that. No hesitation on his reply either: "Yeah. I am."

"You're the one who's Payne's."
No hesitation on that. No hesitation on his reply either: "Yeah. I am."

Lifting her palm, she peeled back and slapped him across the face. "And do NOT insult my blood."

Payne looked back through the glass at the human on the bed. "Yes. I am in love with him. And if you try to dissuade me by the fact that I have not lived yet enough to judge, I say unto you... fuck off. I need not know the world to realize my heart's desire."

"I want you..." Reaching for the bottom of his loose shirt, he pulled it up slowly, exposing the carved muscles of his stomach. "…to want me."
Oh, sweet destiny, she did.
And he meant what he said. The more she looked, the more those abdominals of his curled and released as if he were breathing hard as well.

"This meant he was a movie star, a drill sergeant, and the president of the United States all rolled up into a sixfoot-tall, stacked son of a bitch. He had a terrible temper, a stunning intellect, and a fuse that was about a millimeter long.
On a good day."

"How old are you?" he asked abruptly. He might be a letch, but he didn't do underage anything. She was sure as hell built like an adult, but who knew what their maturity rate was—"
I am three hundred and five years of age."
Blink. Blink. Annnnnnd one more for good measure. Sure as shit that had to be of age, he thought.

"All his life he'd wondered why he'd never fallen in love, and now he knew: He'd been waiting for this moment, this woman, this time.
The female is mine, he thought.
And even though that made no sense at all, the conviction was so strong, he couldn't question it."

"She's your sister?"
"Don't forget it."
Manny smiled by baring all his teeth. "Then there's something you need to know."
"What."
Manny rose up on his toes and met the fucker eye-to-eye. "If you think you want to kill me now, this ain't nothin' compared to how you're going to feel when I see her again."

"I would do anything for you. Anything."
With that, he pushed his way out... and as the door eased shut, she realized that I love you could indeed be said without actually uttering the phrase.
Actions did mean more than words.

V stepped in close, bringing their faces to within an inch of each other. "You don't have the stomach for it. Trust me."
Those deep hazel eyes held his and didn't blink. "You'd be amazed what I would do to keep you alive."
Abruptly, V's mouth opened, his breath growing tight. And as the two of them stood chest-tochest, he knew every inch of his body, felt all of it at once.
"What are you saying, cop."
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There should be something said between them, V thought. There was just so much...
to be said.
"I want it from you," V bit out. "I need it."
Butch nodded. "I know."

Vishous rolled them over, keeping them joined, and his eyes roamed her face for a long moment. "I have no words. Sixteen languages, but no words."
There was both love and despair in his voice. He was truly handicapped when it came to emotions, and falling in love hadn't changed that... at least, not when things were as stressful as they were right now. But that was okay—after this time together it was okay.
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"Yes?" he drawled. When she seemed speechless, he sucked on her lip and growled, "If you recall, we were discussing the bathroom? I was thinking maybe I could reacquaint the pair of you. Not sure if you're aware of it, but that sink counter has been crying out for you."
"And you do some of your best work at sinks."
V dragged one fang up her throat. "True that."

"Jesus Christ... to be three hundred years old and find out you had a sibling.
Nice move, moms. Real fucking nice.
To think he'd assumed he'd worked through all of his issues with his parents.
Then again, only one of them was dead. If the Scribe Virgin would just go the way of the Bloodletter and kick it, maybe he'd manage to get on an even keel."

"Christ, he so didn't need a mirror to see himself for the coward and the fraud he was... but there was nothing he could do about it. He was locked in a cage with no key that he could find, years of his family's derision boxing him in and cramping him: The truth behind his wild side was that he was a straight-up pussy. Blay, on the other hand, was the strong one. Tired of waiting around, he'd declared who he was and found somebody to be with."

To Saxton (The Classy Slut),
Do you remember that time when you got beat up and brought to the brotherhood mansion? If no? I sure freaking do, I also remember that vampires heal quickly, and so my question is. Why the hell are you still there? I remember a time when you were lusting after Vishous, and being a big shot lawyer to the glymera. So what the hell happened to your house? I know it’s a scary time with the lessers and all that, but Lash is gone and if the aristocrats of the vampire world are reappearing, my guess is that you could head on home. I am really sick and tired of your Tresseme hair and loafers at first meal. We get it, you and Blay are lovers and all that but man you took it too far and can't he dematerialize to your home. Go home Saxton. In no way do I hate you but you kinda pissing me off with your sexiest man alive routine. You know the Sitch with Blay,let him go.

Thanks
Darien of Team QUAY! (And if you don’t understand team Blay +Quinn)

This was more than just being alive. This was to live.

This was more than just being alive. This was to live.