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not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

When she had been pulled away his near purple optics shifted quickly to a stance of dark blue, lustful sensations lost as the malice laced individual weaved through the crowd to split up their particular paring. He had seen many people like him before, slayers of some time who thought that every victim needed saving, even if she hadn't been a victim at all. Knee jerk reaction to the realization of existing fantasies that walked among the living, feeding on the blood of the lifeful to make sure they'd live to see another sunrise. However Tat wouldn't make a point of staying around, and as he pulled her away from him, he backed away to disappear like a ghost into the crowd, no amount of talent making him visible among all these people. As a thief, as an acrobat and as a vampire Tory had grown to become a master of disappearing as he wanted despite his obvious traits, and it wouldn't be long before he had slipped himself out a non-alarmed back door and into the cool night air. This was but a small disruption in his hunt, and one he was more than glad to continue outdoors.

He would be half a block down the street whenever she would make her way to the sidewalk, leaning against the wall of a nearby building with a cigarette between his lips and a full length leather trench coat draped over his shoulders. Whenever she appeared he would make an attempt to catch her attention, though he knew she had an uncanny knack for just knowing she was being watched. A small whistle, and then his penetrating stare, far more interested than the lazy glance he had given at the beginning of the night.
 
      • To say it plainly, that man had halfway fucked up her night. Evidently, if you were any of the usual young, attractive female suspects you were bound to just be torn up all the time by vampires. You couldn't have any knowledge of what you were doing or what was going on. You were automatically, a damsel. And it would have made plenty of sense if she had been asking for the help, but she hadn't. Not at all. Running her fingers through her hair and being cheered up by the flower that one of her friends had left her, Dulce smiled softly and broke off the stem, tucking it behind her ear and allowing the red flower to look rather pretty in her hair. Pulling her white peacoat onto her frame and setting the strap of her bag on her shoulder, the female made her way out the side doors of the club, making sure it was closed behind her. Heels clicking as she moved down the alleyway, stepping out onto the sidewalk and moving down the sidewalk with her hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket.

        Thankful she had lined her lips lightly with chapstick and a thin layer of gloss, Dulce smirked softly when she heard the whistle that she knew was directed to her, not looking directly at him. She knew he was whistling towards her, and she knew he was looking at her, however her eyes looked up toward the sky as she moved past him; It wasn't any fun if he could attempt to toy with her and she couldn't do the same. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Whereas her night had been halfway fucked up, he had the feeling that the little action had added a delightful little layer to her attitude and understanding of the fun little game that this almost-human vampire loved to play. He would allow her to drift on past him, eyes following her for a few paces before he would take a momentary pause to shake his gaze from her lovely frame, her devious little smirk, and the aura of delight that she just possessed from having the confidence to be herself. Even these small details had shifted his eyes back towards a late night ocean blue, and as he took another lengthy drag of his useless cigarette, he would lazily push himself off the wall and start walking in the same direction as her, now a good few paces between the silly Spanish duo.

As is the nature of having long legs and a fast gait, he would be up alongside her within a short while, assuming that she didn't make any moves to change pace or lose him. He wouldn't turn his attention towards her just yet, forcibly ignoring her just as she had him a few minutes ago. He would allow a small statement as fingers withdrew from the pockets of his lengthy jacket the remove the deathstick from his lips so he could speak unhindered, "Friend of yours?" He said with a small grin on lips and a joking tone on his tongue. Whether or not she would answer, lightning fast reflexes would pluck the flower delicately from her hair, resuming the marginally childlike nature that had permeated him when they first met. As a joke he would place it beside the red streak in his hair, and just add a casual "I think it's appears quite fitting" before unnaturally replacing it where it had been before. He was nothing if not an abuser of his reflexes and muscle control for the fun of it all.
 
      • Again, she could feel his eyes following her as she walked away from him, still smelling the scent of the cancer stick between his lips, hearing him shift his body away from the wall and start to walk a little bit behind her. Listening to the steps of his feet and the way their pace got faster, she knew he was getting closer to her, only tilting her head slightly when he took the time to join her side but not exactly like one would when they were going to speak to someone. Rolling her eyes though without any expression on her face, there was a twinge of sensation that it was taking something in him not to look at her and give her one of those goofy grins of his. Shame how she was already figuring out certain facial expressions and she had only met him a good two or so hours ago. Mentally taking note that his eyes were another thing to keep in her mind as far as his personality went, blinking softly when he spoke up, Dulce kept her face directed toward the sidewalk ahead of them.

        "Well if he wasn't, the big bad vampire wasn't there to save me, I know that much." Sticking her tongue out of the side of her mouth, evidently the comment was directed to him ( she didn't see any other vampires lingering in the alleyways or on the sides of buildings. ), however her lightly glossed lips formed into a pout when he pulled the flower from her hair; Mind you without pulling any of her hair in the process, she watched him tuck it away within the red streak of his hair. Keeping herself from laughing at him, because there was a momentary thought back before to when she figured him as gay, however, before she knew it, the flower was placed back to where it was supposed to be; In her hair and tucked behind her ear. "Are you walking me home?" Because without even realizing it, he truly was, hands again tucking themselves in the pockets of her white coat. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
He would follow her facial expressions as she spoke, taking the time to look at her as she did, since it wasn't in his nature to ignore people when they spoke to him. Maybe it was a shame that she was figuring out some of his facial expressions, but for the most part Tatcon had existed as a rather transparent person when it came to his body language and attitude. There was no point hiding behind facades and lies woven like tightly knit fabrics, a more straight forward approach was always more desirable, though his manner of speech could easily be far from. Throwing the cigarette over his shoulder once it had been completed, he would release a thick cloud of the sweetly bitter smelling noxious gas, and that would be the last sign in the cold air he had any breath at all. He could see it in her eyes and face that she was restraining a laugh when he played with her flower, and in his mind that was well worth the moment of foolishness because in reality that was why he seemed to stick to the childish when the time necessitated it.

"His discontent wasn't directed at you Dulce, I knew he wouldn't try and be a threat to you. Apparently he hasn't bit a girl on the neck before in the heat of the moment." He would respond first off, assuming quite correctly that he was the only vampire in the vicinity, but the casual manner in which he replied made it seem he was shrugging if off as a personal joke, that he wasn't really a vampire. Call it simple paranoia, he hadn't lived this long by carrying a neon sign above his head explaining his origins. "And yes I am." He would add soon afterwards, not really asking her permission for the escort. Didn't seem like a necessity, if that was the case she would have shrugged him off paces ago, miles ago, back on the dance floor.

Like one could have observed before, the stark contrast in their coats now made their simple oddity even more apparent to any kind of curious onlooker, and with a beautiful girl next to a strapping young lad, there wouldn't be many people of either sex not giving them second glances. And as the thought took a moment to distract Tatcon's mind, he grinned lightly to himself as he looked up and down the street a bit, taking in the picture of the street lights on the evening air, the light frost forming on the cement beside them, and though this just an amusing little mural. "Where do you live?" He asked casually, giving her some form of conversation piece.
 
      • Curiously wondering why he was still bothering to stick around to have any type of conversation with her, she knew for a fact that she didn't mind in the slightest, however there was something about it that again, drove her to be curious. Perhaps that was the same situation for him. Cocking a brow upward slightly, Dulce shook her head softly at his initial answer to her comment of picking with him, "Apparently you have." Another point being noted that his eyes had been another color during the time that they were dancing, he had in fact been in the 'heat' of the moment, however he hadn't tried anything too obnoxious as far as she was concerned. She knew she was enough of the type to tell someone when they were overstepping their boundaries where she was concerned, and he hadn't done that; Thankfully. He was cute enough to where it would've made her sad to cuss him out.

        Not particularly minding that he was walking her home, it did beat walking home by herself, smiling when he admitted that he was because he easily could've waited until she got home to say that he was. Her heels still clicking against the ground and only glancing up occasionally to see sets of people giving them looks, Dulce smiled only softly when she noticed an older man give them the 'Are you both?' face. "West End." She answered, looking at the street as she turned a corner, her apartment flat only a mere block away, she was happy to work somewhere convenient enough to be down the street from her home. "Why are you walking me home, hm?" He must, again, not have anything better to do with his night.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
In a general sense she had hit the nail right on the head when she thought that he mustn't have anything better to do, because right now the enjoyment of her company was better than anything he had planned. He was aware that he hadn't really overstepped his boundaries earlier, and that was intentional as the passion of skirting along the boundary without overstepping it was something more appealing to his drive than forcing a woman into a situation she didn't approve of. Mutual pleasure was always so much more enjoyable, at least in this vampires mind. And that would be the reason why he would have a spot of fun before they reached her house, bringing a hand to sit upon her hip and bring her in against him, just seeing where on the boundaries list that was sitting, though he suspected it wasn't in the threat range.

"Biting stimulates the nerves better than any kiss, so why wouldn't I have. I'm not all about draining the blood of humans to sustain myself. I have my own methods." He replied, fingers digging into her hip through fabric so that she might feel the strong grip upon her as they walked, the distance to her house getting closer and closer. "And I'm walking you home because you're a worthwhile victim to my hunt Dulce, simple as that." He responded matter of factly, as if his choice of words meant absolutely nothing at all, and if taken in the context of a stereotypical vampire, they held no weight at all. Taken in the context of Tatcon Valdez however, well, it all depended on how he felt.
 
      • Adjusting the flower in her hair, her eyes glanced down when his hand sneaked around her waist and pulled her closer to him, shaking her head softly because if this would have been any other guy it would have been because they wanted her to be warm; Please. She had a hell of a lot more body heat than he did. Cocking a brow upwards when he stated that he had his own methods of sustaining himself, she figured that he was probably just old enough in his years to be able to figure out something like that. Assuming that was probably a lot safer of something to do rather than to hunt humans and have to constantly move around more than you would if you were to just live a little while then move as you saw fit. Though when he stated this and admitted that she was a 'worthwhile victim' to his hunt, there was a moment of looking down at his fingers digging into her him as though it were bare skin he was hoping for, again there went the impressions from passerbys that she didn't pay too much attention to.

        "Your hunt?" Well, now that she knew he wasn't out for her blood, not that she felt that he was anyway because if he was going to he could have easily done it a while back, she was curious to what exactly this 'hunt' of his was. Although there was a twinge of something that was deciding whether or not it was a good thing to be something 'worthwhile' in some vampire's personal hunt. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
It wasn't a matter of warmth, it was a case of proximity. Hands always had a desire to be near the lovely curves of a woman, and her hips were definitely something that would fit in to that category. Holding someone had always held a special place in his heart, and though such a thought may make him seem like a bit of a weak vampire, it was just something he did because he enjoyed it. It fit with his personal motto, corny as it was to have something like that in this day and age of disillusionment and cynicism. "Do what you like, and like what you do." It always seemed so fitting when he was out and about, and this girl was the worthy challenge that made doing what he liked worth doing.

He gave a small shrug with her question towards him, before ocean blue optics looked towards her with a small smile upon his lips. "The same hunt every young man partakes in to make life less lonely. I just like more a challenge then most." He stated quite plainly as his eyes shifting to a person who was observing them across the street. The gaze alone made the person resume their usual programming and move on. "Are you going to invite me in for coffee?" He asked rather presumptuously as he felt they were approaching her place, and he frankly didn't want their little game to end.
 
      • Turning onto West End and seeing her apartment come into view, she held it within her that he probably wasn't going to just let her go, and if that was the case, then that was a total waste of him even attempting to play his so called 'Game'. She had mentally found herself working around, not entirely figuring him out, but working out his personality to the point of what he had shown her, her body leaning against his thanks to his arm wrapped arouns her waist and his hand holding onto her hip; Not that she was anywhere close to complaining about it. Her hazel eyes looking up at him when he began to speak again, smiling softly when she noticed his eyes had again smoothly changed to another shade of blue, deciding not to state that if he had been living for as long as she expected, he probably went through this hunt a lot more than the average 'young man' went through. And for a few minutes, she wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing.

        Glancing down when he let his eyes move to another passerby who had taken the time to stop and watch them walk by, her eyes roaming up to the building of her apartment flat, raising a brow softly when he asked if she would invite him in for coffee. Reaching into her bag carefully and finding her keys, the female laced them between her fingers as she slipped from his grasp and moved up the concrete stairs. "Would you like to come in for coffee?" Completely ignoring his question and asking for herself, a large key was pressed into the lock and twisted, opening the large metal doors and giving him enough time to come in behind or be outside for the night; Considering his reflexes were as fast as they were, she knew he would catch the door before it closed. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
The details of his personal life up this point were probably best left unknown. His history was heavy and storied like the skyscrapers that existed more towards the city center and filled with just as many questionable morals. These were usually things he kept to himself, because it served no practical purpose to tell people about the story behind the man, for in his mind he was as he was and that was all that mattered. Suppose that was why she was able to dance around his mannerisms and try to figure out his personality with relative ease. He didn't give much in the way of resistance when she slipped herself free of his grasp to be able to open the door.

He had expected her to do something cheeky such as ignoring his question and answering it with a query such as her own, and that made a small smirk drop over his lips again. He didn't even need to catch the door, he would slide in right behind her without removing hands that had returned to his pockets when her hip was no longer there to hold. "I would love to miss, thank you for asking." He would reply is a teasing tone of voice as he walked along with her to whatever means of transportation would take them to her flat. "Though you should know it's rude to answer a question with a question." He added cheekily, just to have a little fun with the situation.
 
      • Heels clicking against the tile flooring, evidently this building used to be a warehouse, judging by the industrial looking things including the door, however it had been quite remodeled with brand new flooring and apartment flats. Glossed lips pulling into another smile when she heard him walk in behind her, Dulce shook her head when he responded to her question, hearing the teasing tone in his voice. The female raised the metal bars up from the elevator, closing it once he slid in with her, her finger reached out and pressed the button for the fourth floor, leaning back against the side wall of the elevator. Rolling her eyes at him when he said that it was rude to answer a question with a question, "Like you haven't done it before." And she knew he had, probably during some point in time at which they had been talking.

        Closing her eyes for a moment, her bright colored eyes disappeared behind their lids, speaking again out of curiosity, "Are you satisfied with the way your hunt is going?" Of course she was going to eventually ask him this question, being that he was now on his way upstairs with her to her flat, sure he was probably enjoying it but that was only upon her personal judgement. Besides, believe it or not, his chase wouldn't necessarily be considered over, or at least she didn't figure it was. Whatever his goal within his hunt was, she had figured him out enough to the point that he wasn't quite near whatever his goal was. Opening her eyes to a half lidded state once she heard the third bing of the elevator reached the third floor, her eyes landing on him again. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
His eyes had taken the effort to take in all the small details of the renovated building, and he had to admit that from an aesthetic point of view he quite enjoyed it. Then again, since the industrial revolution he had always been keenly fascinated by such designs and their practical applications for living quarters when they eventually stopped being useful. It was a small musing that had flown out of his head as they stepped into the elevator, and she leaned against the side wall of elevator. It is true, he had a habit of answering questions with questions, it was a matter of style and confusion which made some games far more fun, though that was usually with less intelligent people than she. He would just stand in the middle of the elevator with his arms crossed as he released a small shrug as a reply to the statement as the elevator lazily binged away.

It was when she asked his question he would actually make a move, taking a few steps towards her just as the last words came out of her mouth, and as the third floor buzzer would bing, he would place his hands on her hips and have her back pressed against the wall of the elevator as much as he could as he stepped in close to her, bringing his lips to within a few milimeters of her own as stormy blues looked into her own optics. Assuming she would break away from this act the minute he stepped so close, he would just wait until the forth floor bing, and whisper a soft, "So far so good." Before stepping away and shifting the metal bars away so they could get out, small smirk playing on pierced lips.
 
      • Watching as he grew near, her hazel eyes shifted up to his face, raising a brow up softly before curiously letting her eyes move across his blankly expressioned face. Her back pressing firmly against the wall when his hands shifted her hips back against it with his body and the wall holding her there. Looking up at him with a light tilt of her head thanks to the height difference, the looming feeling of his lips over hers seemed to make her body crawl slightly, resisting a shiver that almost wanted to shake her body; Another beautiful eye color for the chart on his part. A soft breath of air escaping her lips when he moved away to pull up the metal gate, Dulce shook her head lightly and removed herself from the wall, walking past him without a word in regards to what had just happened. Being that there were only two doors for each floor of the set of apartments, this being the last floor of them all, Dulce pushed open her large door after turning the key in the lock, tossing the keys in a bowl near the door and moving toward her bedroom.

        "I'm going to change, then you'll get your coffee." She spoke over her shoulder, pulling her thick curls of hair up into a loose bun as she shifted down the hallway to her bedroom. The apartment was large, and the ceilings were high, lined with skylights while the floors remained in their refinished wood, decorated enough to the point for one to get distracted that it was anything close to being an old warehouse building. A cat lingering in the kitchen by its bowl, Dulce pulled her boots off her frame and tossed them into her closet, mentally finding it a good thing that even though she had just met this man, he definitely hadn't initially had the intention to get into her pants; Or at least not from the get go. Sure, the night wasn't over yet, pulling her shirt up and off over her head as her back remained to her bedroom door. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Again he had to take the time to admire the stark contrast of her room compared to, for example, the elevator. It was a beautifully designed flat, and from what he could see so far her tastes in decorating weren't too bad either. He would linger in the main hallway for a moment enjoying the architecture for a long while before sliding off his coat and placing it wherever it seemed appropriate. He knelt down to pet the cat as it approached him, felines not having the aversion to vampires that everyone seemed to think they had, though the more monstrous members of the undead still made their fur crawl. It was really a minor detail, and instead he just spent his time petting the cat, though eyes drifted slowly up towards her bedroom door.

If she had made the mistake of not closing it the vampire would take steps to make sure that she would be visible through the crack if it was possible. If she had closed the door completely, then he would be polite and stay away from the amateurish voyeurism that the first option presented. He hadn't made it clear that he wanted to get into her pants from the get go for good reason, if that was all he wanted, then he would have found one of the easier bimbos who literally littered that club. No, her fiery spirit and demeanour meant she would not be easy, have a personality, and in the end make his hunt, and this little game, all the more worthwhile.
 
      • A vampire was in her house. It didn't bother her as much as it should, or as much as it would if she hadn't allowed him to come in behind her, if she hadn't allowed his cold hands to graze her skin, if she hadn't allowed them to exchange playful words and teasing gestures between each other. No, it wasn't anything that made her skin crawl the way it would if she was unfamiliar. Having left the door cracked open, the female carefully pulled off her pants after tossing her shirt in the hamper, her pants followed suit before she moved to her dresser, plucking the flower out of her hair and setting it on her dresser. Pulling an over sized t -shirt out of her dresser and letting it fall over her torso and cover to the middle of her thighs, her black boy shorts leaving her with no intention of putting on anything else, she moved out of her bedroom with her hands carefully pulling her hair into a clip.

        "You could have asked if you wanted to watch me change clothes you know." She spoke out loud, moving into her kitchen and smiling down at the small cat, evidently still a kitten judging by the size, the cat's awkward white paws looking as though he had stepped in white paint earlier in the day. "Hey there baby." Dulce murmured softly, scooping up the cat and pressing one button on her coffee maker, the machine beginning to brew a fresh pot as she held the kitten against her chest, scratching gently behind his ears and hearing him purr, evidently the vampire wasn't the only one satisfied with being near Dulce. Slender legs exposed to the warm air of her apartment, taking a casual glance over her coat rack where he had promptly hung up his coat, she smiled softly to herself, mentally taking note that he was obviously a man willing to get comfortable anywhere he went. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
He had slowly brought himself to a standing position once she had returned to the common living area, not having much a reaction to the fact he had been figured out, pondering that she had intended it that way, or at the very least was comfortable with allowing him the small view. Either way he gave her a small shrug as a response as still oceanic blue eyes followed her movements into the kitchen and picking up the kitten who's attention he was enjoying immensely in the moments before. For him, cats had always been great company...he really didn't have much of an explanation beyond it appeared they shared a common desire to hunt and play games with their prey. Of course for Tatcon, his playing wasn't to lead to her final death, but something quite further down the spectrum, somewhere near the divine if he hadn't grown rusty from the lesser girls before her. A corner of his mind was making him think that this was his first play-through, her confidence strong, and though he thrived in the high pressure situation, the doubt remained. Then he remembered that he was in her home.

"Where would be the fun in asking. Peering through a crack in the door gives it that certain mystique that makes young men lick their lips in anticipation and wipe sweat away from their foreheads. Me I find just more intriguing then standing there." He concluded quite plainly as he shifted to lean against the counter, placing his hands on his hips for a short moment as he measured the distance between her and him. Feeling the need to rectify that small problem, strong hand would once again reach out and grab her hip, pulling her so she would be in a position much like they had at the club, with her back to his chest and an arm wrapped around her midsection. But this was much more relaxed, another desire by him just to have her close at the moment, he would shift his head to hover over her shoulder as he looked down at the kitten in her arms, moving free hand up to pet it along with her. "What's his or her name?" He asked quietly, his lips a lot closer to her ear, so full volume speech seemed a little unnecessary.
 
      • Being that she had gotten her kitten on a whim after spotting him in a pet shop looking all too lonely, he had taken to Dulce rather quickly and enjoyed being in her home, waiting for her every time she got there and evidently excited like he was now to see her. Not minding that someone knew had gotten to him first to say hello though, the kitten purred against Dulce's hand, tilting her head at him curiously as he seemed to be calculating something in his head. Smirking softly when he closed the gap by pulling her forward and turning her in the process, her rear and back pressed firmly against him, though in breathing softly, her body seemed to meld perfectly against his, their movement honestly reminding her of an intense moment of salsa. Whatever it was, she couldn't say she minded being this close to him, shaking her head before finally responding to his comments regarding peeking at her through the cracks of her bedroom door, "I'm assuming your lips are quite chapped then, I've seen you lick them quite a bit tonight." Toying with him as she spoke up about his comment, watching his pale hand emerge up from her stomach to pet her kitten, smiling softly when he asked what his name was.

        "His name is Curro." With this being said, the kitten opened his mouth wide as though responding or as though pretending to be a lion as he definitely wasn't. Leaning down, Dulce set the cat on the floor and letting him stretch before roaming into the living room to leave the two to whatever they were doing. Looking over to her coffee maker, Dulce moved his hands to gently settle them on her hips, waddling carefully to make sure he stayed as close to her as the both of them liked as she made her way to the machine, looking up at him with a tilt of her head, "Your coffee's ready sir." Toying with him again for calling her miss earlier, Dulce reached into her cabinets carefully and found two coffee mugs, setting them on the cabinet carefully.[/list:u]
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When the kitten made it's display of power, Dulce would hear the first soft and carefree sound come from the vampire's lips, and small chuckle of amusement at Curro and his shared sense of vibrancy he had with his owner. He was amused at how some animals just seemed to share similar personality traits with their owners and it was something he had seen in almost every domesticated creature he had seen, and even after four centuries of life it amused him to no end. But the attention given to the cat all but disappeared as she spoke to him, her voice being a greater enjoyment than any small animal, and with his hands moved to her lovely Spanish hips, she had recaptured his complete attention as they made the walk over towards the coffee machine, his feet moving in sync with hers to make the moment as seamless as possible. "If my lips could chap, then maybe you would be right." He replied eventually as he took advantage of her preparing the coffee to bring lips down to just above the collar of her oversized shirt, having missed the sensation of her warm skin under his lips.

He would take a momentary pause from the light kisses and the sweet smell of her body to grin at her statement towards him, and he would reply with a soft, "Well thank you very much little miss," words being chosen to add a flame to that small game that had grown along with everything else they had been up to on this night. Hands held a little more firmly to her hips as fingers grabbed a bit at the fabric of her shirt, causing it to expose a bit more of her tanned thighs to the warm apartment air.
 
      • Her father, by now anyway, would be doing cartwheels in his grave right about now, having long gone past the point of turning in it when his daughter let a vampire bite at her neck, or perhaps when his daughter figured out he was a vampire in the first place. Sure, there was the general disposition in knowing that vampires had drove her father into his death, not particularly being the reason he was dead, however being the reason that he wasn't around much in their household. With this being said, she had never entirely been fond of either vampires or her father as a child, having to constantly be on the move with him as to make sure no one found out he had a family. Too much to be normal? Apparently.

        With her figure lightly leaned against the counter from her reaching up to get the coffee mugs, she knew that with her hair clipped up and off the back of her neck that the chances of him being as close as he was to her neck and not going for it were slim to none. Rolling her eyes at his comment, she knew if the chances that he could sweat then he probably would too, pulling the pot out from under the maker, tilting her head softly when his lips magnetically found their way to her skin. Closing her eyes softly only to have them open when his lips hovered above the skin of her collar, Dulce laughed softly as he responded in a general smart assed way, pouring the coffee within the two cups before setting the coffee pot back under the machine. Feeling the sensation of his fingers gripping at her shirt, she could feel the fabric of his pants on the back of her legs, her hands settling on the counter as she decided to enjoy this moment. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
He had never envied for feared for those who made a living and habit of hunting his type, and her story should she had told it would have confirmed the reasons why he felt this way. The vampire was an elusive, dangerous and vicious opponent, and while that was the same as say, a lion, vampires were still human, and vengeance was something they did extremely well, being able to remember small grudges for centuries. That would be why he suspected she must have been hounded during her youth by vampires of all types, the more that a slayer killed, the more vampires that became agitated and blood hungry. It was a vicious circle that made living in the vampire world that much more unbearable, and that was part of the reason why Tatcon had instead remained among the living, running their businesses, sharing their experiences, touching their warm skin. Yes, in a place like this Tatcon was more in his element, and why would anyone want to leave such experiences as what he was doing now?

His enjoyment of necks had existed from before he became a vampire, and part of a woman that always attracted him as much as any other desirable curve, smile or glance. That was why he was lightly kissing up her neck to her jawline, and along it as much as he could reach before moving along her cheek and beside her eye before moving back down slowly. His hands were not idle items either, slowly crawling themselves down her body from her hips, bunching up more and more of her shirt in his palms as he exposed the front of her boyshorts to the open air. Hands would stop on the fabric, but fingers made a point of running over her thighs, passing along her upper thigh before shifting as much as he could to her sensitive inner thigh. That motion would pull the shirt taut over her lovely behind as he pushed himself a little closer to her.
 
      • Pushing the old cycle of her life out of her mind because regardless of her father doing whatever he was doing in his grave, she quite frankly found herself mentally saying that it didn't matter, nor did she care. Her father was dead and the reason she was no longer nomadic, almost to the point where she forgot where she was from, at a constant rate. Thankfully, he had died of natural causes and not some freak accident with a vampire or someone in his family. Feeling goosebumps begin to creep up on her skin when his lips made their journey up her neck and along the even softer skin of her face, one of her hands moving up and setting her warm hand against the skin of his cheek.

        Fingers spreading softly, her thumb slid up his jawline now, licking her lips and still able to taste the light traces of vanilla on her lips due to her lip gloss, Dulce's fingers snaked into his hair, combing back the streak of red as his own fingers dusted over the smooth skin of her thighs. The cross of the warm air and her own warm skin, plus his cool to the touch fingers, her firm rear shifted back against him, not forcing him away though evidently drawing him closer to her. Her bare feet standing firmly against the tile floors, with a gentle tug of his hair to reluctantly pull his lips from her neck, her head tilting just slightly to allow her lips to quaintly meet his for the first time since their interactions had begun.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
This was why the hunt had always been worth every drop of effort. The taste of a strong woman's lips, mixed with a hint of lovely vanilla, was always something he could look forward too, and no two women ever tasted the same. It was an intoxicating sensation, even more so than some of the things that usually followed such a lovely kiss. Needless to say he returned the quaint little kiss gently, though she might sense the feeling of passion that he always kept reserved for a deserving kiss, and when their lips met, he couldn't stop his fingers from digging into her skin lightly.

Hands were a little relunctant to make the next move, currently enjoying the sensation of her skin quite immensely. However his body had other plans, and with the effort to not break the kiss he would turn her around, one arm wrapping around her back tightly to hold her close while other went to work moving the cups of coffee out of the way. This was to make room for stage two of his plan, which involved effortlessly lifting her up to sit on the edge of the counter, and sliding himself between her lovely tanned legs. All the while he would make sure not to lose the connection of her lovely, tasty lips as hands slid up along the outside of her thighs slowly.
 
      • There was a good, small portion of her that cared if his hunt was still in effect right about now, her fingers loosening their grip just as his had dug into the skin of her thighs, evidently not pained by it as her lips remained comfortably settled against his. Figuring in her head if someone had told her this would have happened earlier today, she would have laughed at them and called security, claiming the poor soul had had too much to drink and needed to be escorted home. Then again, when was the last time you heard someone believe they would be close to making out with a vampire in their kitchen? Exactly. Though there wasn't a bit of change going on between either of them as their lips continued to move against one another, her body moving with the guidance of his hands and her body pressed comfortably against his.

        The hem of her shirt having risen thanks to the way he was not only moving her though where his hands had once been, hearing the cups move from behind her and knowing what he was about to do. Feeling the counter top beneath her thighs, her arms settled themselves around his neck, guiding him closer to her and spreading her legs lightly to accommodate him while her full lips parted softly to allow his tongue access to her mouth.

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It was becoming apparent to Tatcon rather quickly that the time for speech and thought process was coming to a close. Soon he knew that all possibilities of contemplation would be flooded and drowned in the neural impulses that vampire nerves caused in the body and mind. It was a gift that he wished he could share with almost anyone, and maybe that was why he gave so much effort in his hunt and his games, so that when the final stroke came to pass, the anticipation would already have nerves standing on end. It didn't always work, but one could not always be perfect in the world of man, since perfection was just a fantasy unattainable, and this was the closest one could get.

That was why tongue took advantage of her invitation, and maybe that would put the kibosh on everything because while almost all of his piercings were obvious, he didn't have that small barbell in his tongue which she would feel almost immediately as he went to take a taste of her. Hands had slid to the new home of the hem of her shirt, though it was more after what it still somewhat covered, sliding under the fabric to find the cotton covered curve of her behind. Holding it firmly he would pull her as close as he could while keeping her on the counter. And through the front of her boyshorts, she might feel the slight push of his arousal against her, and deep in his mind he couldn't escape the thought that she might make a smart ass remark to that as his eyes fell completely closed.
 
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