Diabolik Lovers, and canon plot based panfandom RP.
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“Well, you do seem to master your wording. It’s enough to convince me, you temptress. Though, I do want to believe that your actions are just as stimulating.”
She caught this remark just as she'd pushed the door open, and glanced back at him while she held it, that smirk still on her face, "My wording isn't the only thing I know how to master," she let out a sly giggle and let the door close once Ruki had cleared its path, "I'd certainly hope that after a little over three decades, that I'd know how to back up my words with actions to match. Here's to hoping that you do, too~ I'm not a religious woman, but I'd say I have faith in your abilities~"
Jen was nothing if not strategic here; she made sure to stand in such a place where she knew Ruki would be able to get a good eyeful (or, perhaps, a handful) of her while she hailed a cab. One hip out, hand raised to flag down a passing taxi, which slowed its roll and pulled up to the sidewalk so they could get in. The dhampir certainly wasn't opposed to a man opening the car door for her, but as she prided herself on being an independent woman, she didn't bother waiting, and let herself in. Of course, she wasn't so impatient that she couldn't wait to ensure that her quarry followed her in - not that she had much doubt, but she still preferred to see for herself.
Once she disappeared into the back of the cab (which, she had to note, was clean, rather unlike some of the ones back home), Jen closed the door behind her, and though tempting, she refrained from crossing her legs, refrained from closing off her body (language). They were at end game now, but the fun was just beginning with Ruki~
[attr="class","textieno"]They have left premises, and given the fact of how much pride Ruki has, it also adds on to the confidence. It wasn’t long until the vampire in return, gave Jen a smirk, “We shall see.” Their mouths say some things that work them up in a frenzy, but can their hands do the same?[break][break]
He noticed exactly what she was doing as she called for the taxi to pull up over here. There was little to no resistance for Ruki to take a nice examination on Jen’s body. Something he hasn’t exactly done, before in a hungry way. First time, he found her more revolting than appealing. No second thoughts were coming to his mind, at the moment. He knows what he’s getting himself into, he’s becoming intoxicated by lust, the bourbon and lastly, by Jen. Had he still been filled with distrust and disgust, no way would he be going in the same vehicle with her. No way would he even accept her invitation, in general. But that has changed.[break][break]
Ruki had no hesitation to follow her in the cab. Once the taxi door went shut, and the vampire giving the driver the desired destination, they were off. It was going to be awhile until they reach the Mukami manor, but they’ll be there soon. But how long will the temptation last is the real question?v
He stared out the vehicle window for some time, only then he would turn his face towards the dhampir sitting beside him. How long will the temptation last until it wears off? How far are they to the mansion? Surely, none of this should be put to waste. The eldest Mukami took a long look at Jen’s neck. He began remembering back at the rooftop where his fingertips ever so slightly brushed against her cheek, and how he tucked her hair away to expose her neck. The reactions she had given out to him that day, those violent shivers and her small gasps.[break][break]
Back to reality, curiosity filled in his mind, he moves in slightly close and still gazes upon the neck. The smooth skin, exposed to him and without resistance, he lays his icy hand against it once more, feeling the warmth. Starting midway up from her upper arm, the shoulder and finally to the neck. His fingertips always attempting to wrap around, but keeps brushing back to the crook and slowly, yearning to dip down, further.
Jen watched as Ruki seemed to glide into the vehicle, and didn't miss a beat in commanding the driver to their destination. Her heart was racing with anticipation, she wanted nothing more than to pounce on him, but she knew that this was an exercise in restraint, a game, and she was going to win at all costs.
Truly, her patience was tested; she saw his moves, the way he would glance back at her between the masquerades, of him seemingly watching out the window. The silence between them was tense, every tiny hair bristled with expectation, she found herself terribly aware of her own breaths, her pulse making itself known in places besides her chest, the faint smell of one another mingling to form something new...
At last, he began to move in - there was hunger in those pewter eyes; the graze of his fingertips on her skin triggered a gasp, and the way his caress coursed up and down her neck, evoked shivers and moans, ones not unlike those he'd heard on the roof... perhaps, even more charged with potency, with need. She'd anticipated that Ruki might wish to whet his thirst with blood before he moved to other libations; hence, her lack of a necklace, and the fairly open form of the dress.
Jen's lingering purr returned, humming as it twined with a breathy whisper, "Why so hesitant? Are you just dying for a taste, a touch?"
She reached up with her far hand, and traced her nails oh so lightly over his throat - a titillating touch, to say the least - and let them trail down, over his choker, then back up to his hair line, "Show me what else that clever mouth can do~"
[attr="class","textieno"]Just as he wanted, those reactions again. Only this time, the moans weren’t exactly the same as he heard back at the rooftop. These moans were more...wanton. This doesn’t mean that his curiosity has been fulfilled, however. He craved more out of her, who cares if the driver is listening to her moans, she’s the one that’s letting them out so blatantly. Can he blame her, though?[break][break]
There was a scent she was giving out, one that is of the obvious. He could just take her right here, right now. How loud will her sounds be, then? Or how quiet can she be without giving it away? What’s the driver going to do about it, then; kick them out of the vehicle? But no, they’re almost there, the manor is close.[break][break]
"Why so hesitant? Are you just dying for a taste, a touch?"[break][break]
It should be obvious that it isn’t blood that he wants out of her. On the other hand, she more than likely knew that he isn’t wanting that, at the moment. That purr she had given out, no doubt that that started to excite him.[break][break]
With her warm fingers tracing onto his neck; a feathery yet stimulating touch, the vampire’s response to it were small sighs. She’s giving him the consent, the lascivious invitation of his lips caressing against her. There will be no second thoughts throughout this night. No sense of resistance (except here), and once everything’s behind all closed doors...[break][break]
No hesitation happened as he practically threw himself upon her. The upper body pressing against her as his clever mouth touched her neck, once again for the longest time. His kisses, rough, not like at the rooftop where he had more self-control. Tonight, he let a part of himself loose like an animal; both hands gripped onto her, nearly pouncing onto her. One lightly gripped at her neck, the other went to the shoulder...but not for long. His hand would only then be exploring her upper body as his kisses turns to sucks and nips on the sensitive parts of her neck. He lets a hungrily groan when the tip of his tongue tasted her soft skin.
He said nothing, and frankly, she was rather glad for it - it meant they were in for a good night. Those cool lips wrapping around the vein in her neck (hmm, perhaps they weren't quite as cold as before...) as he lavished her skin with kisses, with nips and licks, the sighs and groans Ruki made were - in a word - ravenous. Jen couldn't decide what she wanted most from him now, though she did wonder if she couldn't put her own mouth to better use for him...
She had to close her eyes to brace against this sensuous assault, her palm resting on his neck, fingertips teasing at his hair, glancing his ear, her other arm wrapping around him, pulling the vampire closer. Her attempt to suppress her moans resulted in sighs, a mew, a whimper, close enough for him to hear clearly as her grip tightened on Ruki's back. Jen hooked a leg over his, rendering herself receptive while her pawing hands silently urged more.
In her moment of utter desire, the dhampir's hand wandered further, sliding from her partner's back, to his side, until her fingertips hooked the hem of his blazer, then his shirt, and trailed over the pale flesh. Her body ached for his touch, and still more than that; it was greedy by now, whipped into a frenzy. To complement it, although she herself could not pick it up, her scent was growing stronger by the second as her lust consumed her, as she too, became intoxicated by more than just the rum...
[attr="class","textieno"]She tried to suppress those moans. Oh, is she trying. But with those mewls, sighs and whimpers, it made the vampire want to hear more out of her. Seeing her try to keep quiet though, it was admittedly entertaining. [break][break]
Jen had pulled him in closer, as if giving the signal for more. Their hands weren’t able to keep off from one another; it has become nearly impossible now. The fact that their in a taxi during this, it only shows how much they’re in need for it. He wanted to see this sort of surrender and she’s been slowly giving it, much like how he has surrendered to the lustful thoughts that have been corrupting him, tonight.[break][break]
Once that hand of hers trailed onto his skin that has become sensitive, his muscles slightly tightens in reaction. He noticed her scent getting stronger by every second, enticing him enough to move his hand down further and onto her thigh, the leg that is currently hooking onto him. A firm grip from both hands, and the vampire pulled the dhampir’s body to him, repositioning themselves to where she has become his instrument. His lips moving down to her collarbone, sucking onto it and yet, he felt the urges kicking in.[break][break]
Who knows if it was just him or the bourbon making him do this, however, there is no time to think. His fingers surrounding the neck lightly brushed onto the nape. As for his other hand, after wandering around the body, trailed up, and preparing to play a few strings. If done correctly, a few high notes will be sounded. His fingers slowly touching and feeling how warm she really is, comparing to his cold skin. The vampire continues to slither up until he felt her body’s most hot, and while his fingers still cold, he begins pushing more inward to the body heat.
Her hunch about him, that he may have a talent for such a thing as a cello, was turning out to be not entirely unfounded. Ruki seemed to rend her belly full of fire, her muscles vibrated like strings, her normally solidly alto voice hit something closer to soprano. Combined with his barely-restrained oral attention to her neck and collar, Jen was nearly overwhelmed. She gently yet firmly pushed him off of her neck, and offered him a wider berth while she pulled him up further; this was, in effect, so that he would not be the only one partaking of the other's particular taste.
Perhaps she should have been more discreet, what with them causing such a scene where the driver could passively bear witness; yet, something in this very taboo only caused her temperature to rise that much more. The dhampir's tan face could be seen to flush in the passing light of the streetlamps, but not a hint of embarrassment would be found lurking behind her rosy visage.
Her lips glistened with the remainder of her gloss, and perhaps faint traces of her mojito, up until they were planted once, twice, thrice along Ruki's jawline, only to passionately engulf his mouth. This served to somewhat muffle the rather ribald sounds emitting from her throat, but also - she knew - the sensitivity of a vampire's fangs (in part because, dhampirs were not exempt from this same susceptibility) would turn the vibrations of her purring into something she couldn't imagine would be misconstrued as unpleasant. Her tongue was quick to probe, begging for entrance, for acceptance, the lingering burn of bourbon nipping at her taste buds as she did so.
NOTE: We have opted to do a fade-to-black after this point and continue on Google Docs. If you are interested in reading the rest, contact myself and/or Raven.
