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Captivated(Raziel99+Anjeru)

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Anjeru

Pulsar
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Jan 19, 2009
The night was dark, the moon a new moon, non visible to the populace. A slight fogbank had rolled in, giving the surrounding area a rather eerie effect to those who dared to wander about this late in the night, or early in the morning. It was just a tad past midnight and where as it seemed like any other night, at the same time, it was not. Outside the town's limits, near the base of the mountians, there laid a small, almost and nearly forgotten cottage, surrounded in a fiolage of trees and brush. It was desolate, save for a single woman, if a woman is what you would call such a creature. Tonight she was dressed in a long, swirling, black skirt, and a tight, red corset, outlined in black. Long, black gloves traveled from her upper arms to her middle finger where it slimmed and hooked around like a ring. Her hair was black, in long curls, spilling to her pale, thrust up, bust. A black choker laid around her neck, a gothic cross laying in her clevage. All this was covered by a long cloak, the hood pulled up and over her, shadowing her face.

She had wandered a little ways from the cottage, towards a little set up she had placed beside the river. Her feet were bare and dirty from the Earth, but she didn't care. Coming to the cauldron, she made sure the fire was stoked and boiling her concoction. A potion she had been brewing for a little time now, but couldn't complete until the night where the moon had disappeared. Tonight she had to add the last ingrediant and it wasn't a hard one for someone, or something, like her. She stood at the side of the cauldron and pulled a dagger from her garter, beneath her skirt, and, holding her hand over the liquid, she sliced her palm. The blood immediately spilled from her and she made no obvious sign of pain as it fell into the, now, boiling potion.

When the correct amount had been added, she dropped the dagger to the earth and drew her tongue across her cut. Due to her race, the saliva allowed the cut to close and fully heal, disappearing as quickly as she had made it appear. "That should do it," she murmured as she took the large ladle and began to stir the cauldron's contents. After a few moments, she stopped stirring and moved to the river side. She scooped the water into her hands and, using an ability, she kept it from leaking as she carried it back to the cauldron to put out the fire. After the fire was out, she went back to the cottage and gathered a few empty, glass bottles that she had stored there. She took them back to the spot where she had concocted the potion and began to fill them.

As each bottle was filled, she corked them off and placed them on the ground beside her feet until, after a few minutes or so, she had them all filled. Picking them up, she took them back to the cottage, save a single bottle. She stored them in the cooler she had brought with her, before once again returning to the river side. The single bottle sat at rest beside the now empty cauldron and she contemplated it for a moment, before simply sitting beside it. "No one is going to find me out here, so it is not like I'm going to need it," the woman said to herself.

Likely, that would be true. She was miles out of town and, despite the rumors that brought her the occassional guest, she didn't see many people coming out here to investigate. Especially this late. She pulled her hood down and shook free her curls, before sitting herself beside the river and dipping her feet into the water. Her ice cold blue eyes stared withing the moving current as she silently enjoyed the foggy, cold night she had become so accustomed to.
 
He was tightening his boots, getting his clothes ready for the night. There was a slight breeze, and with it getting near the middle of fall, the air was chill around the town. The slight fog didn't help very much, dampening the air, almost as if it wanted to choke you but couldn't put up the effort to. And all the while, most of the town slept except for the drunkards in the bar and inn. Them, and him.

"You don't have to head off tonight, Jules." Ok, him and a few friends. Julian tucked a small dagger into the inside of his boot, wrapped in cloth so he wouldn't cut himself. He grabbed his jacket, putting it on before standing. "I have to head off tonight, no matter what the superstitions say. There isn't anything in the woods. And you shouldn't believe it, either. It's horror stories for the kids."

Alexander shrugged, then turned away. "I'll probably have to send out a search for you at the end of the week, but fine. Be stubborn." Julian was left in silence then, finally. He took advantage of that, making sure that his pack had the light bedding and some food ready. He had to get to the mountain cottage in 2 days time with what he had on him, but that was more than generous enough for his trip.

Grabbing his pack, he headed outside, his head turning up to the moonless night. His eyes closed as he said a quiet prayer for safe travel, then he headed out from the town. He was rather tall at 6 foot, short brown hair not hiding a single feature from his sharp face. His body was worked through with all the traveling that he did, toned from walking miles in wilderness. He wore simple brown pants and a white shirt, the coat that he was wearing thin but more than enough to keep out the chill wind. His eyes were a deep blue, hiding well with the mist.

The trees didn't bother him at all, nor did the dark shadows. It was hard to see, but he wasn't afraid. The forest was almost like a second home. Almost. He was taking a path that he never had taken before, and the sound of water was going through his ears. He knew the river was suppose to meet with the road a good few miles up, so he thought he was lost. Coming out into the slight clearing, he saw the weirdest thing: A black cauldron sitting near the river, the fire put out. And when he turned his head more to see anything else, he found a hooded figure, the skirts showing that ie was a female.

"Hello there." He said, slowly walking towards the person, being cautious. "I'm lost. What part of the forest is this?"
 
The woman has heard him coming, there was no way that she wouldn't have heard him, with her superior hearing. She made no move to face him, however, and continued to tap her feet into the cool waters of the rivers. Her face remained obscured by the curls of her hair, the hood having been pulled down before she had reclined beside the bank. She said nothing for a moment. Just remained still and silent, watching the ripples of the water. After a moment, she allowed herself to turn her head and look upon the intruder to her home. He was handsome, built nicely, with a very male and sensual air to him. A soft smile crossed her pale lips and her icy blues stared him down as she contemplated what words to placate him with.

"Lost? Well, you're a good ways from town, luv. You're at my cottage, which I have no doubt you've heard of through rumors or other means," she said in her sultry, yet innocent enough voice. She let her fingers wander up her pale leg, pulling the skirt higher on her thigh as she moved her feet through the cold water. "Is there something I can help you with, luv?" she inquired of him as she continued to stare at him with those captivating orbs; it had been awhile since this creature had both a man and a meal. Perhaps she shouldn't let him wander away from her little abode in the forest. He could probably be of good use to her.
 
Once he got his head from the clouds and started actually thinking instead of moving on auto, he saw that the person's hood was down, and even before they turned their head, he saw it was a woman. She was sitting idly by at the river, ignoring him from what it looked like, her feet in the cool stream of water. Her head slowly turned towards him, and his eyes were soon fixated on hers, blue meeting blue. It was like he was frozen in place now, her every slow movement meant to tease him. But it was her words that struck him.

His lips were dry, and his tongue slowly went over them before he said anyway. "I'm making my way up to my cabin up in the mountains." He wasn't going to let a superstition about witches and demons get to him now, even if she half admitted to them. Or had she? She only said that the cabin was true. "It will be a cold night tonight, and I do not look forward to sleeping out in the open. If you wouldn't mind, do you have a spare room in your cabin?" He was cautious about how he worded it, knowing that any slip up here would mean him being outside for the night... or worse. He found himself hoping that the rumors weren't true... or he may find himself forfeit.
 
Her smile couldn't do anything other than become a ever more meaningful one as she watched his tongue dart out to wet his suddenly dry lips. Her ears and senses could hear his heart pounding against his ribs and the blood thrumming hotly through his viens. Her own tongue peeked out to slid across her lower lip, her arm lifting so that she could push a strand of hair from her shoulders. Very slowly, she nodded her head and stood, the skirt dropping back into place, even as she stretched her arms and her lithe body for a moment. Once feeling he wasn't able to draw his eyes from her, she smiled and siddled towards him.

Her hips swayed seductively with the swaying of her skirt as she approached. She ever so gently touched her cool and soft fingertips to his cheek, slowly licking her lower lip once again to draw his eyes to supple lips and the action of her tongue. "There is room for you," she said softly, "and I can assure it's better than sleeping outside." She made no move for a moment, simply watched him. Then, she turned and began to walk away from him, her hips dancing seductively as she took her path towards the cabin. "Follow me," she said as she peered at him over her shoulder with a small smile.

It didn't take long before they reached her cabin and, despite the atmosphere that the townsfolk picked up, it was warm and surprisingly welcoming. "Come in," she said as she moved inside. The door remainded open for him as she did so, allowing him enterance into her room. Just as she required invitation into his home, he required the same to make way through her safeguards. The door led to the main livingspace, which was warm, the firpelace lit. A fur rug laid before it and a couch was sitting just behind that. There was a coatrack just inside and she took off her cloak, setting it aside giving him a full view of her frame; the considerable bust, the pale skin, her corset-cinched curves, rounded bottom, everything that made her irresistible. "Please," she started as she turned to face him, "make yourself comfortable. Anything I can get for you?" She asked of him, though she was glad now that she had put the bottles in the kitchen where he could not see them. She smiled slowly again, seductively and at the same time, reassuringly. Stroke both his arousal and reassue his doubts; draw them in with a mix of both.
 
He saw her lick her lower lip, and he wondered if it was for the same reason he had done it, or for something more sinister. She stood, and his eyes locked on her body, the lithe form under the cloak stretching before she slowly walked over to him. Her hips were swaying, almost invitingly, but he forced his eyes to stay on her face. Only her face. He couldn't let the needs of a man interfere with his mindset at the moment. Someplace to stay the night. That was all he needed.

She licked her lip again as her fingers gently touche his cheek, feeling cold to the touch but not without their own warmth and arousal with it. He started to wonder if her licking lips was a habit and not something else. But his mind was cleared of that when he heard her words, hearing that she did have a spare room that he could take up. Thankful for good news that night, he nodded as she said to follow her.

Her movements were like a dancer, graceful and eloquent. He couldn't help his eyes slowly going over her body now, every so often being caught by her hips, swaying so suggestively. It was her words that roused her from his reverie, though, as he looked over the cottage, forcing control over himself. It looked nice on the outside, and he heard her invite him in. He slowly followed, closing the door behind him. He was almost instantly greeted by her uncloaked form, a womanly body that was made to arouse men. He couldn't help but swallow to moisten a suddenly dry throat, before following suit, putting first his travel pack, then his coat onto the coat rack.

He forced control as she turned around, asking him in a voice so alluring that it made him tremble slightly. "I am fine, thank you. I only needed shelter for the night." He opened the pack, taking a small flask and a loaf of bread and moving to the couch and sitting down. He opened the flask - which only had water - and took a quick drink to wake him up some. He pulled his eating knife from his side, slowly cutting the bread, staring at the fireplace instead of her, almost like in a reverie so he wouldn't lose his control at the woman that seemed so keen with helping him.
 
A sly smile came across her lips as he took a seat amongst the cushions, his eyes on the fire instead of on her. "Please, let me treat you to some wine, as a thank-you for some company. It's not often I get guests, because of the rumor the townsfolk like to spread," she said innocently enough as she moved into the kitchen. Her slim hands fished out two wine glasses. She popped the cork on a bottle of wine and poured them both some. She left his glass a slight emptier than her own and very quietly added a fraction of the potions she'd brewed earlier that night, before storing it back in the cabinet. She made sure their glasses were even now and walked out towards the livingroom. She took a seat on the couch beside him, and held out the glass to him.

She knew he may be reluctant to take the glass, so she smiled reassuringly and nodded. "Please," her blue eyes welcoming, "I insist." When he would take the glass from her, she'd take a sip of her own glass and recline back, crossing her long and pale legs, which caused the black fabric to pool on her thighs, revealing more of her exotic flesh. "My name is Rebecca, it's a pleasure to offer you some shelter," she said after she had taken a sip. "May I request the pleasure of a name for my guest?"
 
His reverie was broken by her words, and he slowly shook his head as he heard her. "I'm fine." He said softly, turning his head towards her as she went into the kitchen. Shrugging, he turned back to the fire, finishing up the small loaf he had pulled out before draining his flask. He sat there in contemplation for a long moment, before she came back, holding two wine glasses, offering him one. "No thanks, I don't drink." He said, though it was a lie. He drank lightly, though he didn't want his mind impaired anymore than it was already.

And she was already at it, her legs crossing, her skirt rising somewhat to rest about mid thigh, teasing and trying to pull his attention to her once more, though it fought heavily with the swell of her breasts that were presented so thoroughly from her bodice. "My name? Julian Savage." He said, turning his head back to the fireplace, letting his eyes get slightly misty. "And I do believe the pleasure is mine, being in the company with one such as you."
 
"Oh...well. Alright then," she said with a sad sigh as she set the glass with his wine on the floor beside the couch. "I cannot force you to indulge a little with me," she sighed as she took another sip of her own wine glass. Rebbeca relaxed back into the couch cushions, her eyes on the fire instead of him since he'd refused her generous offer. She pretended to be a tad let down that he'd refused her offering. She finished her own glass and set it down. "Well, I shall let you rest then. My room is down the hall, second door on the left if you need anything from me," Rebecca said as she slowly stood from the couch, righting her skirt as she turned a little toward him. She dipped her head, the curls sliding across her face, before she pulled up and turned. It was a ploy of hers that she often used and, one that had never failed. Most men couldn't stand to think that they had offended her or hurt her feelings. Any moment now she was expecting him to reach out, with either his voice or hand. Even if he didn't, she knew that if he even took a sip of the wine, there was no way he could resist her, and she was anxious to try her concoction on a man. A powerful sexual stimulant she'd mixed to nearly drive a man crazy if he couldn't get satisfaction from her body and her body alone. "Well, goodnight, Mr. Savage. Rest well," were her parting words befora she made a move to disappear towards te hall of her cabin.
 
She seemed to throw off a aura of sadness that filled the room easily with it. He felt like he was being thickheaded about it, but he was, somehow, able to shrug it off. He wasn't going to fall for any tricks. But when he saw her stand, it nearly felt like a vice on him to see the way she walked. But he held fast. His own protection at the moment. "I'm sorry I couldn't be such a entertaining guest for the evening, Rebecca. I cannot say that I am too interesting. I hope you have a good night."

With those words, he shifted his body so he was laying on the couch, his head tilted slightly against the arm of it as he was kept warm by the fire. He slid his eating knife into the side sheathe, tossing the flask that had the water easily into his travel pack with the rest of his food and drink. "Sleep well, and hopefully I can repay you in the morning." It wasn't long after that that he fell asleep, soundless.
 
Rebbeca was diappointed when he failed to hook to her ploy, though at the same time she was very intrigued. Her lithe legs carried her down the hall yet, instead of going to her room, she shifted the rug at the end of the hall and hoisted up the cellar door as silent as any predator. Her guest wanted to play tough, well, she had tricks of her own she wasn't forced to use so often, but could come in handy now. She pulled the door down after her and fixed the rug with a simple though, descending to the stair case below. Being what she was, she could very well just control him and make him do as she wished, but their really was no fun in that. Instead, she decided to torture his senses.

As she moved around in the cellar, adding a touch of fruit scented potion to her lips and neck, she sent pictures of them, writhing around in sensual bliss, to his mind, to his dreams. Her body moving sensually hot against his own, pelvis thrusting down onto his own again and again as they came together like a flash of lightning that wouldn't cease. Once she was sure he was dreaming, she continued to mingle around her supplies for just a little longer, giving him time to drown in the dreams.

After what seemed like hours, she emerged from the cellar, letting it be audible this time so that, on top of the dreams that would drive up his lust, it may awaken him. She let her eyes mist just a tad and she mussed her hair and ruffld her skirt, taking off the choker and tossing it onto her bed as she entered her room. She made it look as though she had awoken from something herself, though she hadn't and had instead been adding a little air-born potion to herself. The scent wouldn't be as potent as the potion itself, but would have an affect on. She made a small yawn as she came from her room, making herself walk somewhat sleepily down the hall towards the livingroom, but 'inicidentally' more towards the kitchen as if she were goin for something to drink.
 
He was sleeping soundly, his breathing easy, until she decided to put those thoughts in his head. He knew they couldn't be his, it wasn't his style of dream, but his breathing deepened as the thoughts took over, such hot, passionate sex. It seemed to go on forever, two hot bodies meeting over and over again in heated passion, but it was interrupted by the sound of Rebecca in the hallway.

He sat up slightly as he woke, shaking his head from the vivid dream. It was nothing like he had ever had before, since all his other sex dreams were slower, and a lot less of passion and heat and more of romantic pleasures. He was stiff as a board, pushing at his pants, band before he could slide a hand down and take care of it, she walked into the kitchen area, stopping him in his tracks.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asked in a soft voice, forcing control over his lust, even as the scent of her potion hit him. He shook his head to get rid of the extra fuzz it put in there, then continued. "I think the sun will be up soon, thank you for letting me stay here."
 
She couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction inside when she caught sight of the bulge pushing so stiffly against his pants. Rebecca made no move to give herself away, yawning again softly as she stopped and faced him, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "Mm, yeah. About an hour and a half until sunrise," she murmured, "and you're welcome." She moved into the kitchen and made it sound as if she were indeed getting something to drink. It was a few moments later that she came back out, looking so wonderfully mussed, as if she had been tumbling around in bed as he had been dreaming of. She stared at him with half open lids, licked her lower lip as she had down earlier in the night. "Um, yeah, guess you could say that," she responded a moment later, moving more into the livingroom than the kitchen itself. "Unusual dreams," she admitted, falsely, as she tucked the curls back from her face. She tilted her head and studied him a moment, wondering what move he would make now. The scent of the potion was all he could make out, and he would assume it was perfume. In fact, the very scent of it would be affecting him as badly as the dreams, and if he tried to fix the 'problem' on his own, it would only serve to make it worse, and the need twice as sharp.

"Well, let me know if you need anything," she said with a soft yawn as she turned her body to head back down the hallway. She slipped back into her room, but did not shut the door as she stretched out on the covers, her skirt being pulled somewhat up on her thighs as she got comfortable on her slide, her hand laying across her abdomen.
 
The perfume she was wearing was rather strong, and he couldn't place what the scent was. The only thing he could notice was his need being accelerated, anticipation and wanting building in him. But he held back, not one to just jump on a woman, no matter his own need or circumstances. She moved toward him some, and he nodded at her words. "I as well." He said softly. "Never had a dream like it, to be honest." He moved and laid down again, hearing her leave to the hallway, and he rolled onto his side.

He ignored the hard length pressing against his pants, eager to take control of him but unable to. What happened to him because of her 'perfume' was wearing low since she left, and he let out a soft sigh of relief. But he still had his dream on the edge of his mind, playing behind eyelids. Ignoring it, he put his head back down, drifting back to sleep.
 
She almost had to roll her face into the pillow to vent her frustration. Her best moves weren't working and she wasn't sure what she was going to do now. Perhaps it was best to let him leave, figure out he couldn't take care of his sexual appetite himself, and come back looking for her. Haunt his dreams continuioiusly, until he came back. Obviously, he wasn't going to give into the temptation as easily and on the first night as all her prey had done before. So, she'd let him go this time and taunt him from afar, until he returned. Her eyes closed and she shut the doors with her mind, as well as her room's blinds. Her breathing slowed and she made her usual guards before she allowed herself to drift off and her heart to cease beating. Sleeping the sleep that creatures like her had to have to rejuvinate themselves, her body becoming pale, lifeless, almost like a corpse. If he tried to come to her now, the door wouldn't open for him unless her guard got somehow disrupted.
 
He awoke about two hours later, stretching and seeing that his hostess was nowhere to be found. He got up, and slowly walked down the hallway to where she said her room was, but he found himself unable to open the door. Slightly put off from that, he went back to the living room, grabbing his pack and sitting down. He ate slowly, looking into the embers of the fireplace before grabbing some logs and stoking it back up. While she seemed overly use to getting her way, he didn't want her to freeze in her own home.

He finished the bread and water, and dived into his pack again, picking out a quill, ink bottle, and a leaflet. He quickly wrote down his thanks for letting him stay, and his own invitation to his cabin if she wished, since he would be alone up there for a while, before setting it down in the kitchen counter, then leaving.

A light snow started to fall, and he cursed his luck with that. He headed out either way, though, knowing there would be food up in his cabin. It took him the greater part of the day, but after hours of walking through the woods, and a hour of going up the mountain's foot, he reached his cabin. Grateful for shelter, he quickly lit the fireplace, grabbing logs and lighting them in speed, before simply laying on the bearskin rug in front of it, ignoring the two chairs nearby. Soon, though, he pulled off his coat and pack, putting them on the coat rack, then moved to where the food was stored. He quickly cooked up some fresh venison before laying down on the rug, preferring it over the bed at the moment, and fell asleep.
 
The woman creature had felt the disturbance when he had disrupted the guard on her door during her slumber. As much as she would have wanted to let him in, she could not because she couldn't allow him to figure out what it was that she truly was when she hadn't gotten him to fully submit to her. There was nothing more arousing to her than to have a man completely at her mercy, almost insane with his want of her. The thought of her former guest in that mind state made her arousal almost as strong as his had been the night before, in her home. She didn't rise from her slumber and continued to sleep uninterrupted until the sun set, the forest envolped in darkness she was comfortable with.

The safeguards she put up fell when she rose and she stretched her limber body, before she ventured out to the livingroom. She found that her guest, Julian, had moved on, though she couldn't help but smile when she found the note he left her, inviting her to his cabin. She closed her eyes and sent her mind forth, finding him asleep inside of his own cabin. She sent him similiar dreams from the night before, though more of his style. Slow, passionate, romantic love making before the flickering flames of the fireplace. As the dreams haunted his restful slumber, she left her own cabin and turned her body to mist, flowing up quickly to his in this form. Before long, she was taking her usual shape before his door. She stood for a moment, the dreams still flowing through his mind, before she gently rapped her knuckles on his cabin door.
 
His dreams weren't surprising to him, giving the last night he had. Such darkly romantic dreams that his mind willingly took and molded into his own, the fire slowly smoldering in the heated sensations of the lovemaking. But, it was over too soon for him, as he heard the knocking at the cabin door. Stretching slightly, somewhat groggy as he stood, his hand moved to his pants, moving the hard on that the dreams gave him to a more comfortable and less noticeable position.

He opened the door, not really surprised to see who it was, but surprised to see she got there so fast. "Ye be freezing yerself in this weather, lass." He said, his voice carrying a mysterious Scottish Brogue. He moved aside, letting her in before him, then closing the door behind them. "Make yerself at home."
 
Rebecca hadn't really given her apparel much thought before she had left her cabin. In hindsight, she probably should have if she wished to not give herself away. Her sultry lips tilted into a smile at the sound of his unguarded accent, a tad surprised with it, but in no way displeasured by it. Her blue eyes traveled from his head to his toes and back again, before she accepted him invitation to allow her into his home. "Why thank you," she murmured as she swept by him to enter, her faint fruit musk wafting in the air around her, like she was some forbidden fruit waiting to tempt a sinner into tasting the unknown. She coaxed a curl on her finger as she turned to face him, tentively touching the tip of her tongue to her lips to wet them.

"I hope you don't mind my stopping by," she said with a soft, yet slightly coy, smile. "I figured with my being up here alone and you being up here alone, we could perhaps keep each other...company," her lashes fluttered on the last word and she only smiled again, before turning and sliding her exotic frame onto the couch to allow herself a moment to rest. It would seem odd if she weren't at least, in appearance, a tad weary from making her way here. He had no idea that she'd simply floated here as the mist of the forest; best not to let him figure it out either. Unaware prey was always the most enjoyable kind.
 
"I don' mind at all, lass." He said, following her to be near the roaring fireplace. The accent slowly left his voice as he woke up more, as though it was a thing in the back of his mind that only came out when he wasn't aware of it. "It can get lonely up here when you're alone, and cold." He sat down opposite of where she was, watching her nearly fall into the other chair.

The sound of her voice was... alluring, lustful, something that half-triggered his own carnal instincts. But, he had greater control than that. Still, he couldn't help looking over her curves, her surprisingly light clothing compared to the dark and cold outside. He could hear the sound of rain starting to pour, as well. "Yes, it was a good idea for you to come, because time passes faster when someone else is there." He titled his head up to the room, where the sound of rain was clearly present to their ears, coming down harder by the second. "And your arrival was the best timing in the world. You probably don't want to go back to your cottage tonight."
 
She heard the rain before he did but didn't pay it any mind until he made mention of her not wanting to return 'home'. Inside, she couldn't help but smile at the timing. An excuse for her to stay, though in all actuality, the rain did nothing to her travels. Not that he needed to know that. "Indeed," she mused after a moment, reclining back as she crossed her slim legs much as she had the night before. "It seems I may have to be your guest for the night," she said softly, "if you'll have me." Of course it was a innuendo, there was no denying that, but she was curious as to how he'd take it. So far, he was unlike any she had come across before. Not one likely to subdue to her charms. Shame.

That didn't detour her any, in fact, it only made her desire to seduce this man all the insistant. She had never had problems willing her prey to indulge in her pleasures, and yet, now that she was, she was finding it a rather curious experience. She folded her arms beneath her breasts, the slight gesture causing an uplift to her already generous bust as she allowed her eyes to move from the dancing flames back to her companion.
 
Her words made him ponder slightly. "Of course I will have you as my guest here tonight." He said in a soft voice, as he looked her over discreetly. "You gave me the hospitality of sharing your cottage for a night, I can do no less than to return the favor to you." Her arms went under her bust, making them even more predominant, and he licked his lips lightly, his arms moving down to his lap, one to hide the hard length that decided to bother him once more.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" His voice never lost the soft tones that he was now accustomed to using with her. "I highly doubt that I will get any sleep with this rain, and you were generous enough to help me last night. If you need anything, say the word."
 
A slim brow quirked as she saw his tongue lightly wet his lips, his posture immediately changing to better situate himself. Aha... so it wasn't that he wasn't attracted to her. His body was responding honestly while his mind did its best to push off such intentions. Not if I have anything to say about it, she mused to herself as she innocently shivered. She rubbed her arms, adjusting her breasts as she did so, and slid a little closer to him. Her head tilted up and her lashes fluttered as she touched her tongue to her lip briefly. "I'm sorry, I am just a little cold still," she murmured innocently, the gentle coaxing weaved into the very sound of her voice. "As for anything you can do for me..." she trailed off and thought for a moment, then simply offered him a smile as she tightened her arms around herself, under her bust.

"Just the warmth is good for now," she finished after a moment. "The woods tend to get a little cold and I underdressed, I'm afraid. Bad habit of mine," she clicked her tongue against her teeth and managed a sexy little chuckle.
 
"I can see that." He said, with a soft chuckle, as she mentioned that she underdressed occasionally. "Everyone does it from time to time. But with weather like this, it wouldn't be good to do it often. Especially if this rain turns to snow sometime in the night." Her arms squeezed her, making her bust rise slightly with it, and his tongue licked the back of his lips before he pushed such thoughts aside.

"Here." He got up, moving over to her as he grabbed a quilt, and sat down next to her before unfolding the quilt and wrapping the two of them in it, up to their upper chests, just under their shoulders. One of his arms went around her to pull her closer to his body to help share his warmth with her. At least, that was what he told himself, and he stuck with that, his hand resting at her side about midway between her shoulders and hips. "This should help you keep warm."
 
Rebecca tried her best to curve her seductive grin and managed to keep it from curving across her lips as he covered them in the quilt. This was starting to go a little more the way it was supposed to now. "Mmm, that is much better," she purred as he wrapped his arm around her. She pressed her body as close to his side as she could manage and laid her head on his shoulder. Normally, the thrum of his heart and his blood would be overly tempting, but she had fed earlier before arriving to make sure she didn't give herself away when being in Julian's company. Not when she wasn't quite a hundred percent sure what she was dealing with yet. "Mmm," she rubbed her cheek against his shoulder and pressed closer to him with a feigned shiver. "Definitely warmer," she said with a small smile, fluttering her lashes up at him.

The question now was what she was going to do to get him to want her. More than he already did, anyway. She made a content noise and snuggled into his side, her thigh rubbing against his and her breasts pressing against his arm. She seemed to be getting comfortable underneath the quilt with him, though that's not actually what she had in mind, as innocent as it all seemed.
 
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