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Apr 29, 2015 09:12PM
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He barely noticed the tear trailing the side of her cheek as he took a moment to look at her before she was kissing him again. He didn't know if this was just because she was tipsy or he was drunk, or what had set the moment off but he did know it was real, very very real. The taste of her lips on his was not something he could imagine, nor was he able to imagin what the texture of her skin against his hand felt like. This was no dream, defiantly reality. He was tempted to take her as she kissed him, eyes falling closed as he kissed her back, his hand moving down her back to her hips and pulled her into him, kissing her all the while before moving his mouth to kiss along her jaw, lips tracing the edge before he pulled away, breathing a bit raggedly as he let go of her. "You're drunk. Are you trying to make me a fool?" he asked, hurt in his eyes as he moved past her. "You can't just one minute hate a person and then the next.." he stopped, shaking his head as he reached for the door. "That's enough for today, I'll see you tomorrow," he stated as he left, closing the door gently behind him before making his way to his room and closing the door tight. He slid down the inside of it, leaning back against it as he tried to regain his breathing again.
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Oraon clasped his head in his hands, breathing deep and slowly before he lifted his head from his hands, his head hitting the back of his bedroom door. His icy gaze fixed on the ceiling as he counted back from a hundred, calming his breath before he sniffed, her scent still stuck in his memory and he couldn't get it to leave. Finally he lifted himself from the ground and then started to remove his clothing as he made his way to the bathroom, deciding on taking a nice long soak in the bath before going to bed. He started running the the bath and then added some amber and lavender scented oils before slipping into the tub and then turning the whirlpool jets on in the tub, leaning his head back against the cool surface of the side of the tub.
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Oraon yawned, rolling over in bed as light peeked in through his window. He squinted, glancing around for a moment around the large room before he yawned and then buried his face in his pillow. He really didn't want to get up, that was at least till he heard the doorbell down stairs. Groaning he got up, pulling on his boxers and a pair of skinny black jeans rather quickly and started down the stairs. The doorbell rang, making him rub his head before he yelled rather loudly that he was coming. He knew the maids where all still asleep, knowing to avoid Oraon in the mornings or they would be likely killed in one of his 'morning moods'. Opening the door he was faced with a short deliver slave with about three coolers around his position. Oraon glared at him for a moment before he grabbed the clip board from him and signed off on it, shooing the man away quickly as he grabbed the coolers, stacking them on each other as he brought them into the kitchen. Opening one at a time he put the blood into the large fridge in the back corner, deciding to suck on one absent mindedly as he put the rest away. Grabbing two packs he heated them both up as he finished off another one cold. Really to him the cold blood didn't bother him but he didn't think Sierra would like cold blood.
Pulling the blood packets out after they finished he sliced them open, pouring the contents into a larger coffee cup than last night, slipping in some of the chocolate flavoring as before and then screwing the lid on, stirring it a bit with a few twirls. He set it down and then grabbed a muffin, heating it up as well before he put it on a small plate and then gathered everything as he headed up stairs. He was sure his new charge was probably starving, and he needed to know if something had really happened last night or if it was a one time thing. His mind was still trying to processes it all, hoping it had been something real and not her just playing with him because she could now without any real fears. Shaking his head he reached up and knocked on her door, balancing the plate and cup in his other hand. "I brought food," he stated through the solid door, hoping she was awake by now and he wouldn't have to come in uninvited to wake her up, especially with what happened last night.
((gunna go eat dinner))
Pulling the blood packets out after they finished he sliced them open, pouring the contents into a larger coffee cup than last night, slipping in some of the chocolate flavoring as before and then screwing the lid on, stirring it a bit with a few twirls. He set it down and then grabbed a muffin, heating it up as well before he put it on a small plate and then gathered everything as he headed up stairs. He was sure his new charge was probably starving, and he needed to know if something had really happened last night or if it was a one time thing. His mind was still trying to processes it all, hoping it had been something real and not her just playing with him because she could now without any real fears. Shaking his head he reached up and knocked on her door, balancing the plate and cup in his other hand. "I brought food," he stated through the solid door, hoping she was awake by now and he wouldn't have to come in uninvited to wake her up, especially with what happened last night.
((gunna go eat dinner))
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Oraon heard her through the door, shivering as it seemed to whisper against his skin. Taking in a breath he opened the door and then walked in, seeing her on the bed he studied her as he moved further into the room. Standing in front of her he frowned when he noticed the red rim around her eyes. "Are you okay? Did you sleep any?" he asked, trying to hide the worry in his voice. He crouched down in front of her then, offering her the muffin and cup. "You need to eat," he stated with a gently intensity in his voice. He looked over her for another moment, still frowning a bit before offering her a half smile.
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He nodded, glad of her answer as he stood up, watching her drink for a moment till she was finished and then picked the cup off the ground, setting it on the nightstand instead. "I thought the muffin would do you some good, help with the adjustment over to your new diet with out cutting out stuff your use to. Heard it helps with the.." he stopped for a moment, trying to think of the word. "The comfort I guess," he added once he had his thought back in a slight order again. He swallowed as his eyes paced over her, wondering about the taste of her skin and he had turn himself away from her, his back to her now as he stepped away to regain his posture. "I'm sorry I snapped at you last night. It was...unkind of me to do so," he stopped, clearing his throat and licking his lips, shaking his head just a little as he crossed his arms over his chest. "It just took me by surprise and you haven't really been acting like yourself lately. I didn't want you to regret anything," he stated, his voice stern but he didn't turn to face her. "Anyways, at some point we need to start your practicing to control yourself from going into a frenzy, feeding or non feeding. The sooner the better," he added, running a hand through his hair.
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He listened to her, fangs slightly growing in as he bit his lip. Shaking his head slightly he turned back to face her, what she said catching him a bit off guard and he froze. Looking down at her he decided to step closer to her, sitting down on the bed next to her then. "I'm sorry I tried to dictate your decisions for you. Before and after the current events that had taken place," he stated, looking down at her hands rather than her face, head bowed submissively. "Did you know, that with Dhmapires and some Vampires they can see memories of others of their species by drinking there blood?" he asked her, his head lifting as his eyes searched for hers.
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He searched her eyes and face as she looked at him before her gaze turned back to the muffin. "It's something not a lot of my kind like to talk about, some completely ignore it. Though it can happen it never really happens unless you are looking for it to happen. Most get so drawn up in feeding its like ignoring background noise," he stated as he looked up at the ceiling for a moment, hands knotted together rested on his knees. "You may think you won't regret it but I truly don't think you understand what could happen," he stated quietly. "I'm not going to hold back," he stated as his eyes fell from the ceiling and he turned his gaze back to her. Lifting his hand to her jaw line he turned her head gently towards her, leaning in and down as he kissed her, something raw and wild and perhaps intimidating, but he didn't want to be that guy that treated a girl like she was a porcline doll. If she wanted this she should know what she was getting into rather than being fooled.
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First thing he noticed was how hard his heart pounded against his chest as he kissed her, he didn't remember kissing being that incredible. Leaning in to her as she kissed him back he let out a low groan, pulling back to suck in a deep breath. "Sorry if I'm a bit rusty," he breathed before kissing her again, the wild fire bursting to life as his hand moved to her thigh farthest from him, pulling himself in closer as his other hand gripped the bed behind her. He pulled away again after giving her another heated kiss, his mouth trailing her jaw down to her neck where he took a moment to breath in her scent before he started to push her back onto the bed, muscles tense and flexing under his bare skin along his shoulders and torso. Ignoring the fact that the muffin and plate would likely get in the way at some point his mouth found hers again, tasting and trying to get her to give in to him.
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Oraon felt the tingling anticipation in his body as he felt her arch herself up to him, not expecting the reaction but damn did it turn him on. Leaning in as she made contact with the bed his lips skated across hers, probing with his tongue for a moment before he pulled back. He gazed down at her with an icy stare, moving his body over hers as he slid one knee between her legs, one hand holding up his weight beside her shoulder as the other moved down her thigh. He felt the hot sting and rush of engery he remembered having, something that seemed to refresh him and made his skin seem to glow from within. Leaning down again he captured her mouth, laying down an onslaught of powerful passionate kisses before moving down from her lips to her chin and down to the front of her throat gracefully. When her scent it his nose again his eyes flashed a dark thick red before closing, his lips moving from her throat over to her shoulder with ease, starting to slid her shirt away from her skin.
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((Timeskip?))
((Yep, mowing right now and I have to do a lot of stuff today so won't be on much at all))
Oraon woke with startled at first as he gazed around the room, his heart beating loud till slowly everything came back into focus, falling back into the bed. He let out a long sigh as he stared up at the canopy of the bed, blinking a few times as he turned over into his back. He glanced over at Sierra before turning completely over onto his side facing her. He leaned in a bit before kissing her neck, nuzzling her for a moment as he moved his arm around her, pulling her close to him.
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He looked down at her as she curled up against him, a half smile finding its way onto his face. "I'm guessing you slept well," he stated quietly, lifting a hand to run it through her hair. "I don't think that could have gone any better," he stated in a lustfull tone, catching himself off guard a bit. Clearing his throat he turned over onto his back again, one arm wiggling its way under her slightly to hug around her body. He stayed quiet for a long time, eyes fixed on the ceiling as he thought for a long moment. His other hand moved up behind his head, trapped under him to tilt his head up slightly. "That was amazing," he stated as his smile grew bigger and he glanced over at her.
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Oraon smiled at her and chuckled, "A little sassy today aren't we," he teased. He mumbled something else before she kissed him but it didn't really come out as he looked over her. He pulled her closer to him and then let out a long content sigh. He laid there, letting his eyes close and relaxed for a while longer before he sat up and started to make his way out of bed. He grabbed his boxers from the floor and then pulled them one, followed by his black skinny jeans. He scratched his bare chest and then yawned, glancing around the room and then staring at the broken plate on the ground. "I'm not cleaning that up, its your turn," he smiled, sticking his tongue out at her. After he did, he stopped and stared at her, realizing what he'd just done. It took him a moment to find that the anger he had been feeling since his wife died had faded. Not forgotten, just faded to a flickering ember. He tilted his head, looking her over and then smiling just slightly. "Thank You," he said quietly and then moved to the side of the bed again, bending in and kissing Sierra lightly on the lips.
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Oraon watched her, smiling slightly at her and simply shook his head as she moved over and got clothes on. "You didn't have to," he purred, enjoying watching as he sat back on the bed. He admired her as she turned back around, grinning impishly before he yawned, using his hand to cover his mouth. "Basement, first I think we both could use a snack," he stated as he stood up and then moved over to the door, leaning on it as he waited for her before he started down the open area of the stairs and then started down them. He stopped in the living room and stretched, looking at the window and still seeing sunlight peeking through it. Mumbling he went into the kitchen and started heating up two blood packs in the microwave, two for himself and two for her. He pulled out cups and the chocolate additive while they heated up, he didn't think she'd be able to keep it down if it actually tasted like blood just yet.
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He watched her as she walked around, chuckling to herself when she was going to make a shake for herself but stopped. He used his hand to hide his grin, watching her carefully as she moved past her drink several times before giving in. Oraon rolled his shoulders and then cracked his neck, nodding slightly. "Yea, I'll come down. I'd like to watch and see how you do," he said with a teasing smile at the corner of his lips as he lifted one brow at her. He grabbed his mug he had poured his own bags of blood in and sipped it before throwing the remains of the bags in the trash. He grabbed the mug and then headed to the stairs as well, finding the staircase that lead down into the basement to the right of the stairs that lead up stairs. He opened the door to them and then started down them as he flicked on the light. "The basement spans the whole area of the house so its pretty big in roomy, you should find just about everything you need down here work out wise," he stated as he meandered down the stairs.
