[ jeshire + Marcuss ]

[jeshire]

Shutting the french door behind her with a heavy sigh, Renee stood there for a good minute with her hands on the handles. Behind her was a ballroom full of dancers, drunks, gentlemen, whores (although not quite literally), lechers and every type of person you could imagine would come to a social event as large as this. It was utterly exhausting to keep up with the liveliness of the crowd. Always drinking and dancing and talking and drinking and eating... It took her another few minutes until her head stopped spinning.

When it finally did, the young lady took another deep breath and pat down her hair, carefully making sure that her amber locks had stayed in place despite all the movement inside the manor. The little balcony she stumbled out onto was... well, little. But the night air was cool and there was a little breeze, so it suit her just perfect.

Attending these kinds of events had always been a part of her social life; being the second daughter of a duke meant going to balls was mandatory. Night after night, she was forced into elegant, breath catching gowns (breath catching quite literally; it's terribly hard to do much in a corset if it's tightened too much), her hair teased and pulled into beautiful updos, her feet put in shoes that'd make it hurt to walk for days. Going over to the stone railing, she rested her hands on the edge and looked out over the courtyard, relatively deep in thought. Things could be worse, she mused. The parties weren't that bad, after all... Just very, very exhausting.

 

[Ceron]

Micheal stood outside of the manor while the dark eyes looked upon the building and the look upon his face showed he was rather displeased with having to be here. Long dark hair hung past his shoulders , a bit unkempt as it framed his sharp angled features that offered with the lines around his eyes added to the very predator look. Calloused fingers scratched upon what seemed to be a permanent five o clock shadow. The over all effect giving him a very animal look to him, almost wolfish.

His clothing held the latest fashion in wrinkles , though the dark pants and overcoat seemed to fit him well. Of a medium biuld he moved with an unnatural grace as he made his way in handing the invitation. He had inadvertently saved the Duke from some brigands a week past though unknown to the man they were actually werewolves. The Gangrel was part of an elite group of his clan. The Dog Handlers , they hunted and more often then not killed the lycans that roamed their territories, Generally their life spans were short

is boots shined up though he ran a hand threw his hair as he was announced "Sir Micheal Wolfsbane" He had to think of a last night on the fly and that had been the first thing that came to mind. As he entered the ball room He noted a few of his Elders here as well. He took a purposeful sigh as he made his way into the room

 

[jeshire]

Having taken enough time away to recover from the overbearing crowds, Renee stepped back into the ballroom just before the newest guest was announced. She mused on the name for a fleeting moment (being the daughter of a duke, names were fairly important and needed to be remembered) before melding into the crowd and pushing her way towards the entrance of the hall.

When she reached the front, she skirted over to the refreshments table, gingerly plucking a glass of champagne up to sip on. After dusting a stray curl from her face and glancing over the crowd, she began to look for familiar faces from behind the edge of her glass. Occasionally, she moved to the other side of the room and met with others, sharing brief and sparing conversations. As she was inevitably asked for a dance, Renee declined politely and moved on.

Eventually, her eyes came across a face she didn't really recognize. As far as first impressions went, he didn't look very impressive -- almost somewhat resembling the drunkards from the bars that her family sometimes passed on the way home from the theater or a ball. Without really realizing it, Renee began to stare intently at him, considering who he was and what he was doing here; even after she'd downed the last of her champagne, she continued to sip at it, her curious blue gaze focused on the... rough looking gentleman.

 

[Ceron]

The white shirt though clean to was wrinkled with a few buttons undone. He had forgone the hat, such a silly thing. The crowd seemed to move for him, finding a clear path around feeling eyes upon him which would only cause him to grin. Such sheep and well food though his tastes tend to be a bit more refined then just taking a bite from the average person.

His eyes seemed to catch every detail of the room and its occupants for the moment though he was focused upon at least saying hello to the host no reason to be rude, well if he was he would catch flack for it and he had enough from his last mission to last him at least a few months. He stopped waiting for the conversation to end as he was glad to he didn't need to breath for he stench of things around him he could only imagine. Some pleasantries and thanks once more from the duke which brought a smile to the elders that were here . Micheal merely nodded as he duke offered pretty much under the sun

After the polite time Micheal excused himself as he wasn't a fan of crowed places and around the duke it seemed to be overbearing. Once more he slipped threw the crowd and found his way soon to the bar. A glass of champagne more for looks and effects as he really had no desire to try and stomach he leaned up against the wood watching the room though feeling the eyes of the girl upon him still for the moment he choose to ignore her , curious to see how bold she was

 

[jeshire]

Well, he had been invited, she figured. After seeing him speak with her father, Renee abandoned all theories that he somehow managed to wander in. He was prestigious enough to get an invitation. His choice of presentation just... left something to be desired. Her eyes followed him for quite a while; apparently, his appearance alone was fascinating enough to her that it could keep her occupied for some time. At last, though, an older gentleman interrupted her almost trance-like state.

Once she'd shooed him away politely, the young woman noticed that her drink had disappeared. Her eyes flickered back to the man from before and darted back to her glass again. He hadn't looked at her yet, so that meant he hadn't noticed her staring. Letting that be the logic to squash a slight shy spell, Renee brushed at her skirt habitually and walked over to the bar to dispose of her glass and fetch another one.

She didn't immediately move away, though. Instead, she decided to linger about, never more than fifteen paces away from the gentleman, for no (supposed) reason other than she had no better place to be. Occasionally, she glanced over at him and looked away just as quickly, yet when the next man came up to ask for a dance, Renee hesitantly agreed and was escorted onto the dance floor shortly, but not without one more quick glance.

 

[Ceron]

Never did he really touch the drink as he observed the room and feel the eyes upon him. He to watched her as she walked around , her scent that seemed different then those around . That alone caught his interest but as where most would have stumbled over to the girl and stammered the usual question to dance , That wasn't him, he preferred watch his prey for a while first. Yes that is what she had become , for she would be his payment for saving her father.

In that thought is when his half roguish smile came to his rugged face watching as she had made her way back over to the bar . He noticed she was trying not to be shy, and such innocence seemed to get his pallet watering.. Ok well in theory. She seemed to be waiting for him to notice her it seemed for now as she hung t the bar she seemed to be wanting him to ask her, for her to find out who he was. He knew that compared to many other here he was not the best dressed, or the richest again that thought caused him to chuckle. Still as he looked at the others he did not feel threatened by any other male.

Finally as he notice she had finally accepted a dance he pushed himself off the bar leaving the untouched champagne the heavy boots sounded upon the floor as he floated over the dance floor to where the girl and her young escort danced. Looking at the lad with his hard eyes "Why don't you take a rain check lad, For she is dancing and your not "

His deep voice did not really leave room for argument from the Kid which he seemed to relinquish Renee to the tall dark man. "Evening M'lady" he gave her a bow , if anything he had manners , and he stepped forward to lead her in the dance

 

[jeshire]

For the one minute she'd spent dancing with the young man, she let the thought of the rough gentleman leave her mind -- and, as luck would have it, the moment she stopped dwelling on him, he came up to interrupt their dance. Renee startled at first, not expecting the deep voice to scare her partner away. She at first assumed it was some strong-headed dandy that assumed she would want nothing more in the world to dance with him and him alone; the young lady just about remarked on the rudeness, but her words died in her throat when she saw who it was. Immediately, her face flustered a healthy, charming pink, and she became distracted enough with trying to hide her embarrassment to not notice her previous partner had fled the scene quite quickly.

"Good evening, sir," she hastily responded, dipping into a quick but elegant little curtsy for him. Letting her blue eyes hurriedly scan the floor to see if anyone was watching the two closely, Renee smoothed out a tiny wrinkle in her dress and poised herself for him, one hand aloft for him to take while the other lightly rested itself on his lower shoulder. The woman took a slight breath to calm the erratic flutter of her heart before they began to dance, blending into the dance floor with the other couples.

Perhaps it had been because she had been staring at him for the past ten minutes, or because she fancied the allure of dancing with a man who seemed so different from the normal ball goer, but Renee's heart beat somewhere in her throat, pace strong and quickened. She continually looked up at him, daring glances in his eyes and just as soon shying away and looking at his shoulder instead. After a little bit of time, though, she managed to swallow and calm herself enough to say quite daringly (to her own surprise), "I was hoping that you might ask for a dance..."

 

[Ceron]

It wasn't hard to noticed the surprise when she realized it was him, how she went from words upon the tip of her tongue to the sudden rise of her beating heart. He could smell it , hear it pounding as if trying to leave her breast. His lopsided smile spoke of confidence and of a surety of his actions He listened to her eloquence as she spoke. His eyes noted how she smoothed out her dress as if to make herself pristine for him. Which as she took his hands and he started to lead her he had to wonder what a sight they were.

One thing she might notice is that his touch was cooler then what one would expect, also she would notice to his tone seemed paler then what was normal as well. His steps were light while he moved her around the floor , seeming to be perfectly aware of all of his surroundings. It was finally she spoke to him once more and as her soft voice seemed to almot whisper in his ear he grinned " Well Lady how could I not after how long you were looking at me. " His darks hues moved to her eyes as he pulled her slightly closer to him " Do you often stare at guests ?"

His deep voice seemed well controlled as he turned them around moving with the music " or am i a fancy that seems to have caught your eye M'lady" His lips brushed the edge of her ear followed by the cool feel of his breath "Then again it isn't often I get such a long stare from such a beautiful female

 

[jeshire]

While Renee had noticed that the man was paler than most others (which she gave little critical thought to), she disregarded his cool hands simply as herself being a little hotter than normal; she had been blushing more than she normally tried to in the past few minutes, after all. Besides, she was too preoccupied with being as graceful as she could to match his almost effortless leading. Upon realizing the supposedly natural ability of his to dance wonderfully, Renee straightened her spine (as much as she could in the corset, that is) and drew herself up, briefly reminded of difficult dancing lessons as a younger girl.

Predictably, when the man mentioned her staring, the duke's daughter flushed deeply and attempted to look away in embarrassment - but found herself entirely unable to when his eyes caught and held hers. Her heart fluttered when he pulled her closer, her expression nothing short of complete entrancement with a hint of shy curiosity. "Oh, well, that..." she started, trailing off as she finally glanced away, a sheepish but rather wide smile on her face.

Renee had forgotten for a moment that they were still dancing. Swiftly returning to the present, her eyes returned to his face just before he spoke again, making her heart jump once again, butterflies filling her stomach. She wobbled on her legs but recovered quickly, her hand holding his a little tighter while she somehow corrected herself. Her face had lightened up before turning red again, per his words. "I -- Ah," she stammered, trying to pause to collect her thoughts with a delicate, soft laugh. "I can't deny that there is something magnetic about your appearance, sir. Do forgive me if my 'appreciation from afar' bothered you."

 

[Ceron]

There was little doubt with thier touch of hands that he drew her heat from her, enjoying how she seemed to warm him with her excitement. Still she was cute in an innocent way and it was in that he decided that he had to have her, to see if he could twist that innocence into something darker and well overall enjoyable. The hard corset brushed to to as they danced which she would find that for the ruffled look he have his clothing was of a fine make.

It was cute how she stuttered and stammered with his observation of her staring. How she glanced away but the sly smile upon her pretty face. He could hear her heart move faster for a moment like her thoughts were more then her body could contain. "Nothing to forgive my Dear for such is very flattering. " He spoke with no accent not offering any clue from where he might be from. His right hand drew her closer to him as he moved and twirled her over the floor feeling his the hardened body underneath.

His predatory eyes looked right to her own hues " Then again I have noticed that unlike me , you seem to have no problems finding a dance partner " His words toyed with her and yet his eyes held hers to his as he seemed to look deeper trying to peer within the girl's very soul. He was silent for a moment before a roguish grin slid over his lips " Maybe i should just dance you out of this place and right to mine "

 

[jeshire]

Though there were several layers of clothing between his body and hers, when he drew her close it was, for a brief second, as if their skin were touching. A jolt of electricity coursed through her, making her spine tingle and her heart continue its idle fluttering and jumping. For a moment, she almost lost her breath, but as he effortlessly waltzed her across the floor, she somehow managed to keep her breath relatively steady. There was something very different about this man... very different indeed -- but it was a pleasant enough difference that Renee turned her attention away from the thought.

And then, quite like a deer in headlights, he caught her eyes with his and held her fixedly. Renee felt as if she were frozen in time, but her body was still moving to the sound of the music floating through the ballroom. The feeling of being so... powerless, so entranced was as invigorating as it was frightening. Even so, she remembered to breath in slowly and thawed herself from the deeply perturbing stare.

"O-oh, well," she mumbled, bashfully glancing away. She quickly searched for her father, who was obviously too busy with business and colleagues to care much for what his daughter or anyone else was up to. Her heart skipped a beat of thinking of going home with the man... but it was a thrill she couldn't refuse. "You may do just that if you convince me, sir," she smiled up at him, obviously nervous in a virgin way. "And you may start by calling me Renee."

 

[Ceron]

Being what he was he could tell very easily that beneath those layers he would truly enjoy what her flesh had to offer to him in so many ways. Once more as they touched he could feel how she seemed to once more grow excited with the closeness and touch of him to her. With how she seemed to react with everything she seemed to keep her composure atleast to the appearance outward. He continued to move with a flawless grace something that no human could match and he noticed how for that moment she was locked to his eyes baring her soul to him

The room seemed to grow silent as she held her breath for that moment before he let her eyes go and she looked away. For a moment he thought she was going to try and bolt but instead offered to her words and he offered his crooked smile. Again he moved closer to her in tune and time with the music his lips brushed her ear " My dear Renee who said I was giving you a choice " His voice seemed stronger and more sure of its tone as she felt his lips move to the edge of her ear.

Turning her as they waltzed His right hand slid to the small of her back and now the only thing truely between them were the clothes that they wore.

 

[jeshire]

Renee very nearly melted against him when he whispered in his ear. This man, so alluring and mysterious! His charm had been finely tuned, no doubt, and he was doing a very good job of absolutely sweeping the unexpecting lady right off her feet. The blush returned to her cheeks, once again accompanied with the tell-tale flutter of her heart. He did play her well! But the girl hardly seemed to care much about that now. When his hand slid down, she shuddered delicately and partially drew away from him, now unable to meet his eyes or raise her voice higher than a shush. "Oh, well, if that is the case, Sir, perhaps you should tell me your name and let me gather my coat?"

Rather than letting him respond, however, the song abruptly ended and the duke's daughter pulled further away from him, letting go of her hold on him as she curtsied nicely to him. After flashing him a quiet, naive smile, she whisked herself off (almost stumbling along the way) towards where the coats were kept, moving hurriedly as if there was little more she wanted than to leave with him.

 

[Ceron]

For a brief moment he thought for sure the girl was made of water with how she used him to keep herself up on her feet. Once more her cheeks turned the rosey collar and it did not seem like it took her long to decide as she drew from him with the music ending. He chuckled and gave a bow as the dance ended " Then Renee I shall wait for you by the door" The tone seemed like it could strike her very core with how it sounded , as if he would expect no less then for her to rush back to him.

He said his goodbyes and spoke quietly to the duke as he nodded. Micheal smiled for once he had seen the girl which was the moment he stepped in he had told the duke he was going to take his daughter for saving his life. The funny thing the duke seemed relieved to be rid of her. Poor girl for she had no clue what she was getting herself into and yet he had a feeling once she realized it he would see a fire about her, one he would tame.

As she approached he offered to her his arm leading her to his carriage.

 

[jeshire]

It had struck her to the core, carrying her quickly across the floor to gather her coat and hurry herself back to him like a forbidden lover who had done much the same several times before. On the way to her coat, she quickly downed another glass of champagne to settle her nerves. Since she'd never been with a man before, she relied on the stories her married friends told her of their 'duties' as wives. The first time hurt immensely, but after that initial pain, some felt a bit of a pleasure. Some had never reached a 'climax', as they called it, but others had and claimed it to be the single most pleasurable thing that could happen to you.

After retrieving her coat, she glanced to where her father was and watched quietly, wondering if he'd notice her absence tonight. The idea that he might even be worried made her smile; her father had never been completely wrapped around her little finger like some fathers were. Ever since her mother died, who loved her very much, her father had taken less and less interest in her as a daughter. None of that mattered now, though, as she had a date to fulfill.

When she came back to him, she took his arm gratefully, her hip brushing against his as they walked. She looked dignified, but her heart was beating in an uneven rhythm. "Shall we?"

 

[Ceron]

As he had watched her scurry off he found himself pleased at her such willingness to please him. It seemed as if he might have found himself his new toy and he found it would be very enjoyable completely turning her into his hot little upscale slut. He timed her as she seemed to very quickly return with her jacket and felt her take his offered arm " Aye I think we shall " he whispered the words to her ear, feeling his cool breath fall upon her ear and his arm slip around her waist drawing her near to him as he led her out of her father's house and into his waiting carriage.


The door closed and the curtains drawn leaving them in the darkness of the carriage "Would you care for some wine my dear " his voice silky smooth as it would reach ehr ears within the small confines of the carriage. She would hear the cork pulled from the bottle and hand her a glass as he seemed to make the decision for her " I do appreciate you being there for I have a feeling if not for you the party would gave been dreadful "

 

[jeshire]

Renee flushed lightly, getting butterflies in her stomach again when his arm curled about her waist and made her hip brush against his side. Rather than resist like she might have normally for any other gentleman, the girl allowed it quite happily, even going as far as to see how he would react if she purposefully brushed her hip against him more. The brunette glanced once over her shoulder before looking forward again, content to not look back. Certain that the night would be an interesting one, she stepped gracefully into his carriage and settled down with a bright eyed look.

Inside the carriage was very dark, if not completely so, which made it nearly impossible to see anything they were doing. At first, this made her a little nervous, but shortly after he offered wine, she decided that it only added to his mysterious air and made things much more thrilling. "Thank you, Sir," she said as she took the wine, taking a light sip. "Oh, I feel the same way... Balls are terribly boring most of the time. Luckily enough this time..." Trailing off, Renee realized that he had yet to tell her his name. "You never presented yourself," she murmured lightly, almost not even caring at this point.

 

[Ceron]

IN the cabin of the carriage he did not tell the girl that he held within his pocket all rights to her. He had releived her father of the responsibility of the girl and as such she belonged to him. But as they rode he decided it would be best for now to continue along the lines that he had been following would make it much easier to break the news at a later time.

Still he expected some fight after she would find out that he now owned her "Micheal .. You can call me Micheal my Dear " his voice was deep and sultry as he took a sip of the wine "Enjoying the wine I hope " a smile in his voice as she felt him settle next to her and his arm coming around her pulling her close to him. "Personally I can't stand most functions but have to make an appearance at them once in a while " he whispered the words to her ear " And it seems once in a blue moon One finds a treasure within the occasions."

The carriage bumped some with the road as they turned off the well worn road and up the winding trail to his own estate.

 

[jeshire]

A light shiver ran through her as his voice seemed to caress her even in the darkness. No man had been able to thrill her quite like this before... Renee excitedly imagined what else he could make her feel with that voice alone - or his hands - or his body... Blushing to herself for even thinking on it but smiling anyway, the woman hurriedly took another sip of wine. "Yes, I am. Thank you, Michael." She bit back the girlish urge to giggle, obviously almost too excited to keep her young dignity about her.

She had to bite back the urge even more when he joined her, their closeness making her feel a little light headed. Finding herself rather daring, Renee shifted closer to him, pressing their hips together and lightly brushing her hand against the top of his thigh. The girl couldn't help but let out a little giggle at his words, more flattered than she'd ever been. "I would have to agree with you. It is rare... but then you can enjoy that treasure all the more." She paused and took another sip, resting her free hand in her lap. "Where is it that you live?"

 

[Ceron]

<My apologies for the extremely long delay.. >


SO close he could feel the shiver of excitement run down her body. He smiled at her seeing her blush in the dark while she quickly sipped her wine as if to build courage within her. "you are most welcome dear " his deep voice seemed close almost whispered in her ear , a brush of his lips upon her ear and yet he would not look as if he had even moved. Within the dark carriage as it bumped he could feel her stifle that giggle .

With her moving closer , and even threw the layers of clothes she wore he could feel the faint outlines of her soft body to his and hsi arm around her moved her closer. And with her words she felt his hand raise up to move threw her long hair " I am all about enjoying such treasures" A lusty tone within his voice " About an hour from your own home I hold land deep within the forests that surround the town " He set his wine glass aside barely tolerating it as he tended to enjoy warmer liquids. .

Fingers slipped from her hair to the back of her neck. His touch so light it was barely felt " enjoying the wine my dear"

 

[jeshire]

(Don't sweat over it!)

A deep tremor went through her as his fingers weaved in her hair. To her, that seemed like something strictly reserved for lovers. Lovers! The idea made her heart swell with excitement and likewise shrink in timid wonder. There was no doubt that Michael knew what he was doing, so there really was no reason to fret herself with fear... but the prospect of losing that certain part of her... Well, it seemed a daunting but naturally thrilling act.

This time, Renee was unable to mute the giggle that escaped her lips. He thought her a treasure... He certainly knew how to butter women up - not that she minded in the least. Rather, she basked in the compliment, completely enthusiastic. She caught her lower lip in her teeth and enjoyed the tones of his voice like one would savor a fine wine. After imagining that voice calling out her name in the throes of passion, the lady blushed again and took another swig of wine. The glass was already practically empty.

"An hour?" Despite her attempts to soften her voice, her tone was incredulous. "That's quite a bit away... Not that I mind," Renee added hastily. As his fingers brushed the back of her neck, the woman purred very softly. "...The wine and then some... I don't know that I can wait an hour..."

 

[Ceron]

With what he was all of his senses were heightened and the feeling of her well kept hair felt nice as it passed his fingers. He could hear her heat beating faster with his touches and his honeyed words. His lips brushed her neck as she emptied the wine and the giggle that slipped her lips was cute, and he was sure that it would be some time before he heard it again come the next day.

"Well an hour gives us plenty of time to explore the other my dear " the words whispered sultry to her ear as she felt his hand slide down her front " It has been a while since I have enjoyed the sweet taste of a virgin " Something sharp touched the tip of her neck and she would feel the relief of her layers of clothing released as he sliced down the middle of her body. Unknown to her in the darkness he used his nail " Such a beautiful girl" the words slipped from his lips as she felt them touch her throat and his body shift slightly towards her as the lips traveled downward, the light touch of his fingers parting the layers exposing her within the darkness freeing her mounds from the clothing while his tongue slipped form his lips to taste her flesh.

 

[jeshire]

The way his lips brushed against her neck was highly erotic; Renee could do little more than suck in a sharp breath and let it out slowly, her eyes drifting shut to the sensation. His words bled straight from his lips, down her neck and touched a part of her no others had, and the girl lightly pressed her knees together as if to trap the deep stirring within her. For a split second, she thought of smacking his hand away as it rolled across her bosom; ultimately, however, she could not bring herself to do it and convinced herself that she would like nothing more than to be fondled by this man. Her hand was raised but lowered as he murmured on, easing her out of a virgin's hesitancies.

All of those and more returned when her dress slackened, all the way to her petticoat. The idea he had a knife was equal portions thrilling and concerning, and without knowing what else to do, she murmured dully, "My dress..." and tried to push the two halves of fabric back together. Again, his lips were against her neck and her mind grew fuzzier, that simple touch seemingly enough to make her melt before him. Renee straightened in her seat but canted her head to give his lips more room, her hair falling over her shoulder in the process. When the cool air and his tongue hit naked skin, she shuddered, her hands hanging in mid air without knowing what to do. She gasped softly when her breasts broke free of the constricting gown, already tipped with two, stiffened nibs. All she could manage to do was shift closer to him yet, shyly try to cover herself with her hands and softly moan, "Michael, I... but I've only just met you.."

 

[Ceron]

He took a slow and purposeful breath loving how she smelled not only with what she wore but the mix of excitement and fear all bundled into one little girl within his arms. The sound of her pulse increasing ever moment was a thrill to feel under the press of his lips to her flesh. And even though he could sense her hesitation and want to stop him yet she could not as his words kept her calm.

With the moment her dress no longer constricted her body he smirked at her comment and how she tried to stop herself from being freed. The light press of his lips so tenderly to her ear "shhh my dear we are alone and no one can see" the words whispered softly " allow me the pleasure of exploring the treasure within my arms " His hand lifted to giude hers away as his fingers slipped the dress open and his touch once more made its way between the valley of her breasts. The pinky and thumb spread out so she would feel just the very tip of his nails scrap the base of her taunt buds.

"So beautiful " his lips moved over hers before trapping those lips in a slow and sensuous kiss taking his time as if he had all the time in the world to explore her