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The laconic male was as sparse with his actions as he was with his words. Shopping generally took longer to check out, then it did to acquire the desired necessities. Jedediah entered the gift shop with his desired purchase firmly in his mind, it was simply a matter of finding the item in the case which matched the image in his head. Long quiet steps led him silently through the shop, stalking the display cases like a wolf circling a flock of lambs. As his eye swept over he instantly knew it was the one, and a low growled command had the hesitant college student behind the glittering display slipping the item that had caught his eye from the case, reverently wrapping it and carrying it towards the registers near the door. A flash of color caught his eye. He was well pleased with delaney, and a small grin tugged the corner of his lips as he. lifted the bright pink from amongst the sea of black and browns. She was taking a big step in her future, in her life...maybe a moment's whimsy from the intense necromancer could provide a thank you, a reward, to the inked women sprawled across his bed. Quickly slipping his card through the proffered slot he took his item and stepped outside. The ancient anecdote of a carrot and a stick slipped through his mind as he stepped into the thick shadows and touched his tome.

Entering the chamber he took the few steps south to enter a portal, and less than twenty minutes after he had left, Jedediah silently slipped into his lair. The sound of cascading water was ample notice that his guest was once more among the living, or at least the ambulatory. The years spent wandering the wilderness, hunting to live, had lent an unnatural silence and grace to his movements, that had only been amplified after his turning. Seldom was there even a whisper of his clothing, even when parting a crowd. In the depths of his lair, he was less noticeable than a wraith, as he settled his package on the arm of the sofa before turning to the sound of water and drawing nearer. The gentle brush of long fingers pushed back the door, and the rising sound of a waterfall ushered into view a nubile, inked woman beneath the steaming spray of his showerhead. The semi translucent doors did little to hide the form of the buxom telepath, slightly blurring her outline, the edges and coloring of her multiple images hazed, but to his discerning eye, the beauty of the woman was as unmasked as when she had laid sprawled over his silken sheets earlier this eve.

No breaths were needed, no heartbeat broke the silence. Chocolate brown eyes seemed mesmerized by the deft fingers that smoothed his soap’s suds over the smooth muscles of her multi hued thighs. The brown orbs tracked higher as nimble fingers danced lightly across the juncture of her loins so gracefully smoothing circles of lather across the flat planes of her abdomen. One hand hefted the weight, as the other crossed below, cleansing the light crease formed by the firm globes of ivory flesh that balanced high on her chest. His eyes caught for a moment on the firm rose toned pebbles before once more taking in the high cheekbones and fl
owing tresses now slicked down her back. Watching as she rinsed, the lather slowly running down her body, molding to its curves, Jedediah reached for the towel, spreading it open to accept her as she stepped behind the door. The last of the bubbles was circling the drain as he patiently waited for the scrape of the sliding door. At last the cascading water slowed to a trickle and the door rattled on its rail as it slid to reveal the nubile young woman with beads of water tracing multiple course down the mountains and valleys of her toned physique. Jed’s eyes were locked on to one in particular as it seemed to sway with indecision before finally losing its grip on the hardened rosy peak that it had clung to. As it began it’s now cold, lonely fall to the floor the necromancers lips finally parted.

“Allow me”

While under the cascading water of the shower head, Laney had a lot of thoughts in her mind. The first was, what to bring to Jedediah's apartment and what to replace. The couch was going. Some way or another. Laney was not sitting, laying or sleeping on a piece of furniture that was ripped off the body of some poor, innocent, cute cow. The next was where would a ritual altar go in the apartment? Finally, at a quick glance, Laney wondered if the soap she was using was free from lard and decided even if it was, for safety and ethical reasons it was going to be replaced with the all natural soap she used. Lucky for him, it smelled amazing and like her. There was no way she was going to find herself in this situation again. Not when Jed said she could bring whatever she wanted to the apartment.

After she lathered up with the soap, fingers went for the shampoo, but came to a cessation when Laney heard the door to the shower scrape open and Jedediah's voice in the form of an offer was heard. "Oh, my God, Jed!" An arm hastily tumbled down and came across the upper half of her torso, covering the two heavy mounds on her chest as Laney's hazel eyes stared at him in shock. "You can't just barge in on people like that!" Delaney's cheeks would have had a burst of red to them had she still been human.

"What I mean is, you scared the living daylights out of me. And that's not nice. You could have been anyone." The arm that covered little to nothing, stretched off her body and came to rest at her side. Laney wasn't overly shy-if she was, her body wouldn't be a canvas of various artists works over the past couple of years. But there were some places that hadn't been enveloped in ink-her breasts being one of those places.

"Allow you to what?" Laney asked after taking a deep breath in, the water still hitting her body. Join her? Wash her? Hand her a towel? The possibilities could be endless in her mind, and her mind kept wandering. It did that a lot lately. And right now, Laney was thinking about how much water was being wasted as they both stood face to face, neither moving. The tension in the air, at least on her end,was as bulky as it was awkward. Until Laney made a small gesture. The arm at her side extended out towards Jedediah as a form of acceptance. Whatever he was offering for her, to her, Laney welcomed it.

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<Jedediah> Reaching into the shower the gaunt male close the taps, his eyes searching over delaney’s face. “Focus delaney. Water is a finite resource, when you have finished rinsing, you should turn it off.” A slight shake of his head as he let his eyes travel lightly over her. Taking the proffered hand he led her from the stall and wrapped her in the folds of the towel. Quickly and efficiently he gently patted her face dry before moving lower with more vigorous strokes until he at last finished. Taking the towel in his hand he led her from the bath. “I went shopping earlier” Tossing the towel in the hamper, he lifted a brush from vanity as they headed into the living room. Silently he lifted the larger of the packages from the sofa and handed it to her. Stepping behind her Jedediah began to draw the brush in long slow strokes through the raven black tresses that flowed over her shoulders. The years spend alone in the wilderness had left the necromancer more comfortable talking to himself, than to others and as he brushed anyone listening closely would have heard him mumbling to himself. “fifty seven, fifty eight, fifty nine” each stroke counted out as the oils of the natural bristled brush brought an even deeper glow than normal to delaney’s locks. As the words ‘one hundred’ slipped from his lips Jedediah placed the brush on the couch and turned to face her. “Open it, they are yours, try them on” The last sentence was the longest the male had spoken since returning. Stepping back his eyes caught in the depths of hers and he settled in to the patient crouch of a stalking wolf, tracking every emotion that showed in her eyes.

<Delaney> Delaney knew this. She knew water was a finite source, but it wasn’t her fault he was in here, making her unable to focus. And the fact that Jed acted like this was a completely normal situation left the younger woman a little...miffed. Deep down, maybe miffed wasn’t exactly the right word, but she certainly was flabbergasted. So maybe she wasn’t the most attractive woman on the entire face of the earth, but Laney didn’t think she was unattractive either. And Jedediah didn’t even acknowledge that she was standing here naked. He didn’t even really look at anything other than her face the entire time he spoke and when he dried her off, his hands didn’t really linger anywhere in particular either. If Spense had walked in on her naked in the shower, not only would he have gawked like an idiot, but he probably would have, no, scratch that, he would have taken advantage of the situation for a quick ****.

“I know.” Laney finally said as Jedediah led her out of the bathroom. Naked. Very naked. And still his attention wasn’t focused on her. The very naked her. Instead it was on a box that Jedediah put in her hands. A very large box. With a sword gifted to her yesterday, Laney couldn’t help but wonder what was in this box. A gun? Some sort of bomb-not for her of course, but something that would assist her in killing something. Her thoughts didn’t stay on the box too long as Jedediah began combing her hair. Strange wasn’t even a word that came to mind as he combed her hair and counted the times the brush went through her hair. Why did it have to be combed that many times? Was it an OCD thing?

“Thank you?” It hadn’t meant to be a question, but she was still focused on Jedediah and the combing of her hair, that her tone matched the sheer wonder about the male when Laney spoke. She was supposed to open it, but Laney’s fingers didn’t move from around the box. Not until he sat and stared at her. Watched her. It was a little unsettling because Laney felt like she was something he was hunting. “Oh, okay.” Finally, her fingers moved to remove the lid off the box to reveal a pair of high, high heels black and pink in color. At first glance, they looked to be made of leather, but as her fingertips of her left hand brushed over the material, Laney knew they weren’t leather. They just appeared to look leather and that brought some relief to the woman’s eyes and facial features.

The dark haired woman took the heels out of the box before she set the box down on the couch, and turned the pair over to see if the shoes would even fit. They looked pretty accurate in her size-but how would he know what her shoe size was? Then a passing thought hit her. He probably would have seen it when she was lying on the ground of the woods the night he shot her. “Jed-I-” Laney sighed as she turned the heels over, recognizing that they would fit her just fine. “I’ve never worn heels this high before. I might fall on you if I try them on.” Looking clumsy in front of strangers was one thing, but in front of him? Laney shook her head, not at dismissing the idea of trying on the heels, but finding the idea of falling on her *** in front of him not very appealing. “Don’t laugh.” A finger came up in warning as she smiled at him, claiming the couch and crossing one leg over the other to slip each foot in the shoes he gifted her, before she stood, not moving from the couch in the heels that gave her at least four to five inches of added height. “Do you like them?” She finally asked, a finger going to her hair as she tucked it behind her ear, eyes on him.

<Jedediah> Stepping to the woman on the couch his eyes locked in battle with hers, he took her hand and helped her to her feet, and a step forward so that she now stood in the middle of the room. The six and a half inch heels brought her to within an inch of his own six - two, but the two inch platform beneath the toes kept the angle of her foot from being too harsh. His eyes dropped to the shoes as he slowly circled her, viewing them from all sides and angles. One circuit completed, the necromancer began another, this time his eyes rose as he stalked about her. He had by now seen her body many times, but now she stood in his lair, perched upon the heels like a goddess on a pedestal. His eyes took in every detail of the myriad inked patterns as his circling continued. A small grin teased at his lips as he noted the grooming of her garden, then reaching out he let the calloused tip of one finger trace an ever rising spiral up her torso as his circling continued. When it slid through the crease beneath them, Jedediah paused before her and let his hand open, gently hefting each of the firm full mounds as if shopping for melons at the market. The smile grew deeper as he watched her reaction before making the fifth and final tour about her. The one finger that had traced its way up lightly pulled across her lips as his parted, “I like them, they look good on you.” His face once more somber Jedediah tuned and sat on the sofa resting his hand on the smaller box. Spreading his knees he used the other to point at the ground between his boots. “Come, please?”

<Delaney> He was circling her and Laney couldn't help but feel like a caged animal at the zoo or at Sea World or something. And the woman hated both places with a vengeance.

And then the urge to slap him came to mind as he manhandled her without any inclination that he was about to do that. It wasn't that she minded being touched, especially not by Jedediah, it was the fact that the male blew hot and cold. It was because Delaney couldn't figure out if he was coming or going from one minute to the next.

With a look of surprise plastered on the dark haired woman, he was gone and on the couch. Frustrated. That's what she was. How could Jed touch her like that and just walk away?

Laney remained where she was for at least a minute after Jedediah beckoned her over to him. “Again, thank you, but you didn't have to. I don't need gifts.” No, what she wanted was sitting on the couch looking at her. Looking through her. Still, very slowly she came to his knees, so that her knees and his brushed against the other as Laney waited, her eyes on his.


<Jedediah> One thumb stroked circles around the top of the smaller package, Jedediah knew this was the turning point, the next few moments would be landmarks in how their relationship would continue. Although it was mostly symbolic, once it was done it would be a constant reminder to her of what she had done, what she had offered into his keeping. It would also be a constant reminder to him, of his responsibility, of his need to show her she had not made a mistake in entrusting herself to him. It all came down to the next few moments. Pulling the second box into his lap, he spread his knees wider. The necromancer’s lips opened as his eyes toured the contours of the woman before him. As those chocolate orbs paused at the hardened buds before him the tip of his tongue lightly slid over his lower lip before tipping his head back to stare into her clear blue eyes. Grasping the package firmly in both hands Jedediah finally spoke, “Kneel for me”

<Delaney> She watches his thumb on the top of the package making circles as the silence engulfs the both of them. There was no distinguishable markings on the box, so what was in it was anyone’s guess at this point. Not something dead, she thought silently as his knees spaced apart more and the box found a spot on his lap.

He wanted her to kneel. At his feet. On the ground. Laney’s lips parted, but nothing came out. At least no words. A breath of air escaped through her newly parted lips as her eyes dropped to the ground from his lap. What was the point in kneeling when he wanted her to wear high heels? She wouldn’t even be using them when Laney was kneeling.

There was a gentle roll of her shoulders before a hand came to rest on both his knees and Laney’s own knees kissed the floor of the apartment. “Well, don’t keep a lady waiting, handsome.” Delaney looked up at him, a smile painted on her lips as she waited to hear what he had to say, or see what it was he wanted from her down here.

<Jedediah> Jedediah’s eyes never left delaney's face, as the beautiful woman dressed only in six inch heels folded herself down until she knelt on the floor before him. One hand reached out to cup her chin, tipping her face upwards to his. “Last night, I asked you if you would submit to being mine. You accepted.” Moving his hand, a long finger reached out to touch the cove were her shoulder met the base of her graceful neck. “I left a mark here so that all would know that I claimed you as mine. This evening it is gone, gone with the setting sun.” The necromancer hand pulled back until he could lightly brush his thumb over her full pouty lips. “I want what we have, what is between us to be more permanent than a fading bruise. Something that will stand up to and face town the tests of time.” Leaning forward he lightly brushed his lips where his thumb had been, a soft feathering across her parted lips. Sitting up once more, he brought the box forward and slid the cover off holding up a simple yet elegant titanium ring.

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<Jedediah> The ring was not for a finger, as a matter of fact the inner diameter looked to be almost exactly the same as delaney’s swan like neck. Opening the ring he held it between them. “This is made of titanium it is very lightweight yet stronger than steel. It resists most things that degrade and destroy other metals. It is beauty over a strong spine. It reminds me of you. It will stand the tests of time, not shirk away. If your mind is made up, lean forward. Let me slip this collar on you so that all may know that you are mine, and in my keeping. It is beautiful, but it can not outshine the one that kneels before me” His finger traced over a light engraving, “Forever Mine” was lightly inscribed across the center.


<Delaney> While she listened, the only thought that came to mind was that Jedediah was basically implying he wanted to go steady with her. But in Jedediah fashion, which wasn’t your typical way. The box was opened and there was a large ring in it. Laney’s lips twisted because it obviously was way too big to go on her fingers, or even her wrist. So where was it going, exactly?

And then he said the word collar and Laney’s lips flattened. Most people when they went steady didn’t think about collaring their significant other. “It is really pretty, Jedediah-but...I’m confused as to how people will look at it and know you and I are going steady.” Laney’s hands went to her neck, because that’s where collars went and rubbed at it. “Most people just agree their only seeing the other person and only see the other person. There’s no gift needed, handsome.” Laney smiled up at him, finding this whole thing...adorably awkward.

<Jedediah>”They will know for a two - fold reason. One I will be forever at your side, and you mine, and it clearly says ‘Forever Mine’. Once seen they will never forget that you are mine.” Once more his thumb brushed her lips. “You are beautiful delaney, far more beautiful than you know. This symbol . . . this symbol will forever remind all others so that you are claimed, that you gave your keeping into my hands, that you are mine” The look in his eyes became more intense, more possessive as he continued, “It is not something that you can lose, nor hide, nor can any say they did not see it. It is elegant, but unique, like you my delaney. The second way they will know is by the wrath unleashed upon them if they should ignore the simple message it conveys. If you allow me to collar you, you will be now and forever mine, as i will be now and forever yours."

<Delaney> With his thumb on her lip, her focus was split between what Jedediah was saying and what he was doing. Until Laney’s eyes caught his fierce gaze that commanded her attention. If Jed thought the collar was important for other people’s information, who was she to second guess his decision? If it made him feel better-which is what she believed-for her to wear it, then she would wear it.

Laney’s hands left his knees and collected her dark strands before she leaned forwards and offered her neck to Jedediah. “Most people give much smaller rings, but, I like it.” And Laney did too. It wasn’t typical and she certainly wasn’t a jewelry kind of girl in potential fear that any gems disrupted some form of an ecosystem or even potentially cost someone their life somewhere, but this? This was perfect. “I will wear it forever.”


<Jedediah> Jedediah slipped the ends around her neck as she held her silken tress up and away exposing the elegance of her throat to him. She was special, almost to special for him. It made no sense to him, the way she had cared for his wounds, saved him, when he had caused her so much pain and agony. Lowering his head he kissed her forehead. He closed his eyes as the ends came together, but he did not yet let it latch. “If you truly want this, say ‘collar me’ ‘’ If he was human, his heart and lungs would have stopped as he waited for an answer, as it was he sat totally motionless, eyes closed, to allow her to make the choice with no coercion on his part, but he had to know it was truly what she wished for.

<Delaney> There was a long drawn out minute of silence as Laney thought the proposition over. Was this what she wanted? A collar around her neck, when Laney was confident she could just tell someone to get lost in a couple of different ways? The woman still believed the collar wouldn’t make a shred of difference, but Jedediah believed it and that was a good enough reason for her. If having a collar meant having Jedediah, then yes, this was what she wanted.

Her blue irises looked up at his face as Laney allowed one hand to keep her hair so the other could find his cheek and caress it before she finally spoke. “Collar me, please.” The hand fell away to his knee and rested there, her eyes searching for his own two as she waited for him to oblige Delaney in her request.

<Jedediah> As the words slipped from her mouth Jedediah click the ends together. Opening his eyes he looked into hers. A look of disbelief flashed almost too quickly to catch across his face. Framing her face in his hands he whispered “Mine” as he took possession of her mouth. Fangs nipped at her lips as he delved deep, tangling their tongues. One hand came up cupping the full weight of her breast as he drew her tight to his body. Moulding her torso to his, he almost wished he was not fully clothed, but they had work to do soon, it was best this way. Kneading fingers accompanied the rhythm of his tongue as it danced in her mouth. His free hand slid through her tresses, till suddenly fisting in them and pulling her head back exposing the the full arch of her throat. gently he kissed each side of it, right over her carotid arteries before letting the tips of his fangs drag the length of the arch. His finger traced the ring as he consumed her, the key was locked away, none but the strongest would be able to break the ring, the very strongest. She was his. Forever.

<Delaney> Delaney shivered at the possessive tone of his voice when Jedediah said just one word. Her hands roamed up the length of his arms as their torsos connected and his lips melded against hers. She wanted to touch -him- and not his clothes but this was a step in the right direction in her head.

Her hands traveled up, and almost locked around the back of Jedediah's neck when he repositioned her neck to where it suited him, her fingers curling into his shoulders as her eyes doubled in surprise, unsure of Jedediah’s intent.

Ripples traveled up Delaney’s spine as his fangs teased her, the fingers on his shoulder unfolding, one at a time, only to find a new location, right on his chest, well, the shirt, as Laney tried to inch herself closer to Jedediah again, desiring the feel of his sturdy frame against her naked body.

<Jedediah>Jedediah raised his head, bringing delaney’s forward, he kissed her lips firmly, then lightly kissed her forehead. Turning her towards the door to the bedroom he gave her a slight nudge. “Moonlight is burning, we need to get your training started, you will need clothes and more practical shoes” Giving her a swat to her buttocks to get her moving, he felt a surge of energy roll through him as he watched a faint outline of his palm appear. Forcing down the rising feelings he felt for the young telepath he turned to reach for his sword and pack. “We can slip over to Corvidae, there is room to spar there”

<Delaney> She was turned around and even given a swat on the butt to boot. Laney didn't move at first, she just stood there dumbfounded. One minute Jed was coming on to her and driving her up the wall with desire for him, the next he was cold as ice and down to business.

Slowly, Laney moved forward to the bedroom to get dressed as required. She was only a quarter of the way dressed, when Delaney realized the shirt she had on the night before wasn't wearable again. Not with the blood from the pack that had landed on the hem of it when she had been in a hurry and careless all in order to help Jedediah.

The dark haired woman stared down at the shirt, remembering everything she did, and everything she felt during those minutes. The dark haired woman wasn't an overly emotional woman, but she couldn't help but feel a little rejected on the sexual front. Paired up with the confusion she felt about Jedediah and this strange piece of jewelry, tears welled in Delaney’s eyes. Until she crumpled the t-shirt up, put it back on the dresser top. Her hands rubbed at her eyes, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill over her lids before getting into her jeans.

Fingers pulled open Jedediah's dresser drawers, searching for a shirt she could wear, and only found t-shirts and flannels. Laney opted for a flannel, the material a little snug because of her well endowed assets up top, so left it open for the most part, minus a couple buttons, and tied the ends around her torso. Laney took a deep breath in, left the room and moved to the main part of the apartment. “Ready.” She said quietly, her gaze not on him, but slightly past Jedediah.

<Jedediah> Pack on, sword slung the necromancer turned and watched as his delaney stepped from the sky high sky heels, and started to dress. He was pleased to see that she had left her lingerie in the bathroom, and not gone to retrieve it. She was perfect as she was, and did not need the added adornment. If it weren’t for the number of vampires that hunted the Flats to keep the infected numbers down, he wouldn’t have required her to dress at all. He watched her consider shirts, before swaddling her abundant charms in one of his soft flannels. Jedediah could see the note of uncertainty and confusion in her eyes and stance as she came out, and reached to hold her hand. Delaney needed more than just weapons training. She had accepted his collar, and the gaunt male was sure that her pampered lifestyle as a human had not prepared her for what was to come. She had saved him, now it was Jed’s turn to save her. Jedediah had often watched her after they had turned. That night seemed to have formed a bond, that for him had only grown stronger. Now he knew that she was the one, the only one, for him. His observations though, were that she was often heedless of the situation around her, she had a single minded focus once she began something. She need lesson in all aspects of life now, there were no longer police and others to call in an emergency. If she was to be his she needed to learn to obey, for her own safety. Too often she had watched the raven tressed female make rash decisions. Saving him, a prime example. He would teach her, protect her, care for her. . . but she would need to learn to trust him, trust his decisions, and obey him.

Tugging lightly on the hand he held, Jedediah pulled the telepath close lightly hugging her and pressing a quick kiss to her pouting lips. He knew she must feel off balance, but that confusion is what would teach her to trust in him. Opening the door to the hall, he smiled to her, "Shall we?”

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<Delaney> Just when Delaney picked out a shirt, she turned to the door to see if Jedediah would mind. What she saw instead was him watching her. Or looking at her. It was hard to tell. Was he watching to see what she would do with his stuff, or was he looking at her body? Delaney couldn't help but draw out the time it took to dress, hoping to find out why Jedediah’s gaze was on her. Slowly, her mounds found a home in the security of one of Jedediah's shirt, Delaney intentionally leaving enough of them out for him to get a glimpse of if he wanted, every now and again.

His reassurance brought out a smile once again, her fingers finding comfort in Jedediah’s as he took her hand in his. The hug and kiss certainly helped, even if it was brief. The feel of his solid, stoic frame made Delaney feel secure in her choice to be his, as she pressed her body closer to his. Laney hadn't been fortunate enough to see much of Jedediah, so she was trying to get a feel of what was under his clothes. Delaney nodded her head after stepping back from Jed, her fingers wrapping around his long set as they walked out of the apartment.


<Jedediah> Jedediah lead her into the hall, and as they waited for the elevator began the first lesson. “ I know the zombies in Corvidae are slow, and I know that you dislike violence, but there are times when you must fight, if not to protect yourself, then to protect others. Our world has changed and we must change with it. You must be able to protect yourself.” Leading her on to the elevator, he waited for the doors to close, encapsulating them in privacy, then slipped her an arm around her shoulders pulling her tight and lowering his head. His lips crushed to hers as he assaulted her mouth, arms crushing her supple torso against his, moulding her to him. At the ding from the speaker he raised his head and ran the tip of his tongue over his slim lips as he stared into her eyes. Once more taking her hand he stepped forward as the doors slid open. “You have a new weapon, and will need to get the feel of it. Practice on these zombies will give you the needed time to learn, and help you to focus, You need to be able to function and defend, even if small things seem distracting to you.” Stepping forward he lead her into the portal hidden near the elevator.

<Delaney> Disappointment riddled her again when their quick, and exclusive assignation came to an end by the sound of the elevator chime. And Jedediah’s lips evacuating hers. She listened in silence, taking in his words, opinions and thoughts on their life now. “But why?” Delaney asked as her eyes fell on the pool on the main floor of the complex. “If zombies are slow, couldn’t I just move around them? Leave them alone?” Laney looked at the weapon he wanted her to get acclimated with, then sighed. “Just because the world has changed doesn't mean we have to approach that change ferociously or aggressively.” Her fingers reached out to embrace his tighter, keeping at his side as they left the elevator and finally, the building of flats.

<Jedediah> Jedediah gently shook his head ”Zombies are soulless abominations. they are already dead, they just don't know it. They are creations. We cannot leave them alone, because they are indiscriminate, and would go for humans as well as those like us. They must be put down. These though, these we can use. Zombies are not the ones that we truly need to protect against. These, these will allow us to practice, allow you to learn, the proper ways to defend against others that are a true danger to us.” He paused for a moment looking over the room, then turned and lowered his lips to her as he ran one finger around the smooth titanium of her collar, “It would please me if you would at least learn to defend yourself, I will not always be at your side. I need you to be able to survive til I can reach you.”

<Delaney> The raven haired woman listened to what Jedediah had to say, her eyes looking into his as he faced her so that she had his full attention. Laney felt the collar shift a little when his finger traced it, the action causing the woman's fingers to follow the direction his fingers went until they brushed against one another. Delaney shivered upon impact; was it his words that caused her to shiver, or was it because her mind drifted to a dark and perverse place where Jedediah wasn't fingering the metal collar she wore, but the spot between her legs that would drive her as insane as he had been all night due to the uncertainty she felt. “I'm not against defending myself, Jedediah. That I can agree to.” While Laney wouldn't go out of her way to harm something, she wouldn't sit there and take it either. Her knee had found a home between a couple men's legs in her early years of college when they couldn't swallow rejection gracefully.

<Jedediah> The necromancer considered what was to come, The years he had spent alone in the wilderness had leant a ferality to him. His actions and thought processes were more those of a wolf, then a human. The will and wish of the alpha must and will prevail. Jedediah was not the alpha of his lineage but he was the alpha of his new relationship. “ As a human, you had a soft heart for creatures great and small… but this new life, this new being...has creatures that cannot be pitied, they are not creations of any “God” but abominations, that will feed and destroy both humans and us. I place great value on you, my entire being. Without you, I would go insane.” The necromancer did not know what had happened to him the night he died and was reborn, but somehow his new life was intrinsically linked to the beautiful telepath before him. “When we are done here, we will go shopping.”

<Delaney> Abominations. It was a strong and horrible word. Something that implied imperfections or a deficiency with the creation process. A long time ago people considered others that were misunderstood as abominations, but Delaney saw all life as having purpose and meaning. If god created everything, then he made them too for whatever reason. And if not God, then science had for purposes unknown. Were they really an abomination or was it the next stage to their existence? Who knew? Only one way to find out-live until the very end.

A hand rose to Jedediah’s cheek to caress it as brilliant eyes focused on him. “I will defend myself as promised. Rest assured of this.” She wanted his mind at ease and him to be secured in knowing that she wouldn't let anything; abomination or not, inflict harm on her without fighting back. “but I can only do that with your help.” A knee to the boys might help in some cases, but mace bought by daddy, probably wouldn't.

<Jedediah> Running his hands over her arms he showed her the proper grip for the new sword, then stepped behind her. One hand on the hilt of his own sword, he let the other rest lightly on the small of her back, his fingers lightly caressing the supple band of flesh that was bared below his flannel that she wore. The feel of her skin fresh from the shower, combined with the light scent of musk that rose naturally from her brought forth an urge to kill all that were near, but he knew he had to let her do this. Let her fight. Let her kill. The zombies once they locked on to you never stopped, they felt no pain, they just came on, and on, and on, till they destroyed you, or you them. The shuffling of feet to their right alerted Jedediah, and stepping to the left he turned her to face the oncoming zombie. His fingers never stopping the soft caresses to her spine. “Here is your first”

<Delaney> The task set forth by Jedediah would have been easier if he hadn't been touching her. Why was it always so difficult to focus with him so close to her? It was very possible that Jedediah didn't know his actions, as helpful as they were, were also unhelpful. With his hand gliding over her body, Laney’s attention was split between what she should be doing and what she would rather be doing.

Thankfully, or left with no choice because of the approaching abomination, as Jedediah would refer to it as, Laney had no choice but to push through the varying emotions, wants and desires. With the sword angled high and at a point, Laney let the creature continue towards her as she waited.

The entire scene from there on out was awkward and out of place. It seemed like Delaney just expected the zombie to walk into the sword and kill itself.

<Jedediah> The pace of his fingers never altered as he absorbed the feel of her flesh, “It will not kill it self, you need to dance with it, a dance of death. For every move it makes, you make one to counter it, when an opening appears you strike. You must strike hard, strike fast, and strike with determination.” There were still a few yards separating them from the zombie has Jedediah leaned and let his lips dust across the firm muscle of her shoulder. “You can do this, I have faith in you.”

<Delaney> Jedediah’s words weren’t the only thing that was strong about the man behind her. So was his presence. Every stroke across her back, every piece of fabric from the clothes he wore that touched her when he moved, or he moved her, and the feel of his lips on her skin made Delaney’s skin crawl in all the right ways. She looked at the slow, oncoming danger and then shook her head and moved to face him. “No, I can’t. I can’t because of you.” Delaney’s hand dropped, taking the sword with it, and allowing the tip of it to touch the ground next to her feet. “You’re distracting me and it’s not right or fair.” Again, Delaney doubted he knew what he was doing or was doing it on purpose, but it needed to be said. She didn’t want to be standing up with her back to him, unless it involved them both being as naked as the day they were born and he was getting a very good look of her from behind.

<Jedediah> The necromancers whisper was lined with steel “You will, you must. Raise up your sword and defend yourself.” Moving up closer behind her he continued “Distractions in battle are deadly. That is why you must learn to fight through them. Raise your sword and defend yourself properly, and you may receive a reward, refuse, and what you receive may not be as rewarding.”

<Delaney> Delaney shot Jedediah a wayward side glance as he mentioned rewards in two different types of forms. A look of, ‘are you serious?’ more or less summed it up. Here he was thrusting her at some flesh eating thing and telling her if she did good, then she would get a prize and if she did bad, then she wouldn’t get the prize she could have. Which was true-she would probably end up dead. Not much of a prize that was.

Laney didn’t have time to respond to Jedediah in any way, because the rotting corpse was on her before Delaney even realized. “Get off me!” She put her weight into the zombie as it chomped at her, narrowly missing her ear as a shoulder connected with the chest of the creature. The zombie toppled backwards, landing on its butt and then on its right side as a bone crunched under the weight of what used to be a guy. With the shoulder dislocated, the creature now used it’s good arm to crawl, teeth still chomping at the bit to get a nice piece of flesh from whatever source it could get it at. “Baby, this is just downright pitiful. It can’t even do anything anymore.” Laney pointed at the creature that was crawling at an even slower pace than it had been walking a couple seconds ago.

<Jedediah>”It is pitiful, yes, pitiful that it still is moving. It can and will still attack you. It is coming for you now. Kill it” Jedediah’s voice was calm and measured, but lace with hidden strength. The creature would never harm her, he was already drawing his knife when she had shoved it back. He would kill it before it harmed her. The point here though, was that she needed to be able to fight her own battles.

<Delaney> Laney groaned and closed her eyes. She didn’t see the point in needing to kill something she could walk away from. That was the world’s biggest problem these nights. People just didn’t know when to walk away from things that didn’t mean much of anything. “I’ll kill it. Only out of pity.” Laney’s eyes opened slowly as she looked at the thing, imagining some poor sap that had a family, was happy and had a half-way decent life, now living like this. A shell of their former self. A shell of what could have been. Laney pulled away from Jedediah, her body language clearly unhappy that she had to even do what he asked her. They could have just stayed at home and done a lot more interesting things. Like making out. Having sex. Freaky sex that Laney knew Jedediah had inside of him. The kind she was itching to discover. Instead, here they were picking on some once upon a time human that was slower than molasses.

With eyes on the thing, Laney lifted the sword and then brought it down, connecting the blade with its back, but not doing much damage to the thing. With a groan she yanked the sword up again and gave it another swing and connected with the floor right above its head. “I super suck.” Laney kicked the creature away from her before it got too close and tried again. Third time really was a charm because the sword landed in the back of its skull and the creature lay at her feet, limp.

<Jedediah> “Because it could not walk, does not make it harmless, sugahplum.” One hand slicked a few stray hairs from her face as the other resheathed the Buck 119BR in the leather hanging from his belt. “Here, now, you could see it, you knew it was there. what if someone else had left it like that, behind the atm, or under the computer desk. If you want to pity them, that is fine, pity them by giving them their final peace.” Leaning down his thin lips grazed her succulent fleshy cupid’s bow. “One more, than we will continue your education back in the lair.”

<Delaney> “Baby, I don’t think-” Delaney had started to state her mind about people noticing or hearing something crawling under desks or around things, but was silenced by Jedediah’s kiss. Immersed by Jedediah’s tantalizing words, words that she hoped more or less was on the same page of her thinking of what they could get up to in the lair, Delaney’s azure colored irises looked past him, and over his shoulders, in search of a zombie. Jedediah could have told her to burn the building down after promising to take her back home and Laney wouldn’t have had any second thoughts. “Okay. One more.” Delaney nodded, searching for a walking, rotting, fleshy person to put out of their misery. Her oval eyes meandered from one end of the room to the other, falling on something...different. Delaney tapped Jedediah’s shoulder as the eyes of the creature and her own set landed on the other. “Baby, I think we have a small problem.” She took a small step away from Jedediah. “I think we have an alien problem, or something.” Her eyes multiplied in size as the dark haired woman backed away from the mooncalf. “Not going anywhere near that.” She shook her head with all the ‘nope’ in her.

<Jedediah> Jedediah’s eyes followed sugahplum’s arm as she began to back up, pointing in front of her. A mooncalf. The necromancer had never seen one inside Corvidae before, an occasional feral, sure, but never a mooncalf. Someone must have left the door open.. They were strong, immensely strong, but slow, easy targets for a nimble fighter. Stepping from beside the telepath Jedediah drew his sword and began the dance. The dance of death. The sword whirled almost faster than the eye could follow as the necromancer smoothly circled the mooncalf his sword slippin in, out, over, under, around, constantly dodging the slow moving creature as it dropped to its knees. one last thrust severed the mutants brainstem, as Jed stepped close and cupped a buttock. Giving it a light squeeze he pointed towards the piano in the corner. “Take that one there, then we can step into the portal”

<Delaney> There was at least one hundred questions going through her mind. What was that thing? Where did it come from? It really wasn’t an alien was it? Where there more like it? And countless other fleeting thoughts as Jedediah met the contorted, ugly beast of a thing. It was bigger than a zombie, but seemed to move just as fast, or as slow as one. It was easily defeated by Jedediah and just before she could get a single question out, his hands were making her space out and forget all those questions. Right. Kill another zombie and then back home for a bedroom romp. Delaney nodded before she stepped around Jedediah, the sword in both hands.

As much as Delaney wanted the reward, she still wasn’t thrilled that she had to stick the large slab of metal in it to get the reward. Hopefully this time will be quicker than the last because there was the incentive on top of the whole empathy for the poor saps that turned out this way. Was this their fate in the end?

The zombie seemed to be stuck between the wall and the footstool of the piano as Delaney approached the creature. Zombies couldn’t really be that dumb, could they? With each shuffling step, the footstool screeched across the hardwood floor of the flats, inching forward just a couple inches each time. The raven haired woman just shook her head and raised the sword. “Whatever happens after this is better than this.” She muttered, feeling contempt for the lethargic shell of a human.

Her left foot went out and kissed the stool, shoving it into the zombie as it stumbled forward. It jerked and slumped against the piano, playing a melody of major and minor chords as its shoulder hit the keys. Laney raised the sword and brought it down with quick ferocity, the blade hitting both the zombie and the keyboard of the piano, sending another mix of various chords echoing throughout the main floor of the flats as the zombie twitched before stilling and sagging to the floor besides the piano.

<Jedediah> The necromancer smiled, “Much better sugahplum, much better.” Sheathing his sword as it was time to go, he reached for her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he lead her into the portal that would take them to the sanctuary’s lobby. “There will be more lessons, you have more to learn.” The back of his knuckles scraped along the line of her jaw. “The next lesson is not one of defense”

<Delaney> A look of disappointment riddled her features as there was talk about more lessons. “Will everything we do be associated with lessons? Sometimes things can be done for enjoyment, you know.” Delaney smiled after saying that, her fingers stretching across his so that she could stroke them. “What's the premise for this lesson?” Laney hesitated at the door of the apartment, waiting for Jedediah to enter it first.

<Jedediah> Slipping open the multiple locks, Jedediah lead the brunette into the dark apartment, Flick on the low voltage LED’s he had installed he pulled her into his arms, looking down into her eyes. “Life is but a series of lessons, every action can teach something, every reaction, has lessons to learn.” Stepping back from her the tall male began to slip from his clothes, stacking them neatly at the end of the couch where he slept. “The next lesson is obedience’’ Turning at last to face her he pointed to the floor next to his clothes. “Please fold and stack your clothes”

<Delaney> With her in his arms, Laney always found it pointless for Jedediah to talk to her about anything. As much as he talked about focusing, Laney couldn’t focus when they were a few inches, if that from each other's face. Laney hoped it wasn’t anything too important that she missed-something about action and she was hopeful that that was what she was going to see soon. Some action. “What?” The dark woman blinked when he pulled away and mentioned obedience.

Her eyes wandered down, down and further down when Jedediah finished undressing and faced her, a smile inching up on the corners of her lips before she asked a question. “All of them?” Them being clothes, but how much did he want her to take off? She hoped it was all of it and that they were getting to the part about action. Between him and her.

<Jedediah> Jed nodded silently pointing at the floor. “All of them’’ Stepping to the side he gave her room as he continued “Obedience is a necessary part of life. Many of the faults and problems of today’s society, have a root cause, in the lack of obedience. Generation after generation the rules and standards of obedience, have become weaker and weaker. In days past children obeyed their parents. There were no gangs, no drugs, no school shootings, children were never on the news, unless it was a congratulatory blurb for making honors.” He paused as his eyes followed her movements, then continued on. “Wives obeyed their husbands, and in turn husbands provided and cared for their wives. Divorce rates were non- existent, Children were raised in complete households. There was none of this public ranting as you see now, on so called reality shows. Where people brag, about their lack of respect for their chosen mates.”

<Delaney> Once Laney knew what Jedediah wanted, fingers moved to the tie under her breasts and undid it with a simple pull. He wouldn’t have to ask her to get naked twice. Not when he was naked and the things they might do while naked ran through her mind at the speed of a billion fold. Part of her wanted to ask how old Jedediah was, or where he grew up at because as far as Laney could remember all the things he talked about existed when she was growing up. She remembered her next door neighbors getting separated when she was in middle school and kids tagging buildings when she was in high school. Trash cans and empty buildings in the business districts, but it existed.

But those things didn’t matter at this second. He wanted her naked and Laney was more than happy to oblige Jedediah in his request. Fingers moved from the bottoms of his shirt, to the waist of her pants before they inched the tight material down to her thighs, calves and then to her ankles where Laney peeled them off and folded them just as Jedediah had to his own pair of pants. Her right shoulder raised and then lifted, the top of his shirt cascading off her pale shoulder, then down past her elbow and to her wrist before Laney finished shrugging out of it. The other side followed suit not long after and the shirt was folded as well. The clothes were put besides his, along with the shoes she had worn, before her attention was locked in on Jedediah again. “Lack of obedience can be linked to all those things?” She asked, not sure what else to say, or what to do now that they were both standing in a room, naked, having a one sided deep conversation.

<Jedediah> Moving closer he studied the colored ink that wrapped her body, till he found the spot he had seen as she slept. Shaking his head he replied to her. “No, lack of obedience is not linked to all those things…. Those things are caused by lack of obedience.” His eyes found the spot he was looking for, and he reached out and lightly touched her hip. In the midst of the explosion of color there was one small spot, the size of his thumb, that showed only virgin skin. “I would like to place a tattoo here.” Bringing his eyes up to meet hers he smiled, “You did well today, for a first lesson. You pleased me.”

<Delaney> Laney moved in to Jedediah when he touched the skin of her hip, inviting him to touch her wherever he wanted to. Her face lifted up to look at him as he mentioned a tattoo. “There’s not a lot of room for a tattoo, Jedediah.” Laney wasn’t against tattoos, obviously, but all her tattoos were large and intricate. “I don’t mind getting another one, but I don’t think anyone would notice it was a different piece of work. It might just blend in.” Laney looked down at her hip, making sure that what she said was true. “I didn’t know you did tattoos.” Her eyes moved away from the spot he had his thumb on, fingers pulling at the flesh as if trying to stretch the space to make it bigger for his request. “What do you want to put on the spot? Maybe we could think of another place to put it at? Where there might be more room.” A large smile that was featured in the raven haired woman’s eyes could be seen, enjoying the idea of him putting a tattoo on her.

<Jedediah>”I do not know how to tattoo, I can brand. I did not think you would allow that. It is just small, the design I would like. It is best on your hip. If you wish, I can brand it. It might be more permanent that way. If not I know of one who says she can tattoo a vampire with a special ink that fades slower than that humans use. It is your choice.”

<Delaney> Branded. That sounded...medieval. Laney wasn’t ruling it out, but she would need more information. “Baby, I can get a tattoo from any tattoo artist, any time.” Laney shook her head and rubbed at the spot on her hip that he was talking about. “What’s branding? How does it work?” Laney looked down at her hip, fingers moving off it as she tried to imagine the process of branding. “Is that the reward for doing good?” Laney had different ideas of her reward and it didn’t entail branding. Being naked? Yes. Branding? No.

<Jedediah> A slow smile grew as he thought on her question, “No, branding is not your reward, although you might find it rewarding. I watched you sleep this evening, you are beautiful. I knew then I wanted to make you truly mine. It is why I went shopping. It is why I bought your collar. It is why I asked you to kneel. It is why it meant so much to me. More than you could ever imagine. when you knelt, and asked for My collar. You are so beautiful, but it is not just the outside. You are truly beautiful on the inside as well.” He stopped for a moment closing his eyes as he closed his lips. That was almost more in one moment than he had said to her in all there time. The powerful emotions rolled over his face, as he finally spoke. “A branded would be done with a small intricate silver wire. I would lay you down next to me before a small brazier, holding you close to me. I would heat the wire in the brazier as we talked. I would ask once more if you wished to be permanently marked as mine. If you answered yes, I would remove it from the brazier, and press it here, count to five the remove it. I would pull you into my lap and wrap you in my arms. Then I would spend the rest of eternity trying to be worthy of you.

<Delaney> Everything sounded so easy and simple, but from the things Laney had seen on TV that took place in medieval times, branding was anything but. He was using words she wasn’t familiar with, but not all that surprising. Jedediah was a plethora of strange and useful knowledge, something Laney was immensely drawn to. The only way she could tell him yes or no, was to see with her own eyes. To see what Jedediah spoke of. “Will you show me?” She asked him as her fingers stretched out, resisting the urge to touch anything but his fingers, not feeling one way or another about the process yet. But she wanted to understand him. Understand his world and the things he hoped she would do. The things he wanted her to do.

<Jedediah>Jedediah placed a finger under her chin, then lightly kissed her lips. “Sit with me” The necromancer sat down on the floor between his chair and the table before it. Reaching out he flicked the tarnished zippo on the table and held it to the coals of the brazier “ I call you sugahplum. You are my sugarplum” Deft fingers nimbly formed the length of wire into a facsimile of a fruit, as it took shape it became an obvious plum. Flexing the end of the wire up as a handle, Jedediah rested the silver fruit amongst the coals before continuing. “Brands signify many things throughout history. Most only know of, or think of, how brands were and are used as signs of ownership, but in many cultures they are used to beautify, distinguish, or have religious connotations.” Resting one hand on his inner thigh, he turned so she could see. “These marks. Everyone of them means something to me, was a turning point in my life.” Lifting the silver strand he showed her the glowing red plum at the end of the thin handle, “This is a sugahplum” Twisting it over between his fingers he pressed the semi- molten metal into his inner thigh. There was a searing sizzle as smoke rose from the heated brand. The odor of burnt flesh permeated the apartment as he finally withdrew the brand from his thigh. A harsh, raw, red outline was burned into him, along the edges of past scars. The outline of a plum. “Now, I am yours.” No noise had escaped him as he performed the brand, but now a slight shiver can be seen in the movement of his hand. His eyes are closed as he lets the pain grow inside of him until it reaches the point that he starts to drift, his mind slipping through his memories as he relives their meeting, his turning, and their reacquainting. Slowly he comes back to the present and opens his eyes. “I am yours”

<Delaney> Delaney moved to sit besides Jedediah as he asked her, not expecting the series of events that would play out, to be him doing to himself, what he wanted to do to her. The dark haired woman expected some sort of reaction from his skin being seared, but there was none. That didn’t stop her from putting a hand on his thigh to touch it lightly, her fingers nothing more than feathers gliding across his skin, inspecting the work he had done to himself. “I don’t get it.” Her free hand moved to the collar she was wearing as her eyes moved to him. “I am yours. Everyone can see that I am yours with this. Why would I need a brand too?” Laney wasn’t scared of getting branded, not when it lasted a few seconds compared to the hours of sitting in a chair and getting gigantic pieces tattooed on her body, but if it was to show possession-he already had that with the collar.

<Jedediah> A small shiver, barely noticeable, coursed through the necromancers body as sugahplum’s fingers danced over his thigh. He sat silently as his mind worked to find the proper words to explain. To explain that it was his weakness, not hers, that caused the fears he felt. Someway to explain his innate fear of abandonment, the fear that caused him to shun most people, because if you have no relationship, you cannot lose what you do not have. To explain that she was the first that he found himself so drawn to that….well…. He pondered as his eye absorbed the sight before him. This was not the first time he had seen her complete tapestry of art, but it was the first time that she had willingly and knowingly slipped from her clothes and joined him. All of her artwork was exposed to him, along with all of valleys, mounds, clefts, and curves that were the basis of her art.

“You do not need it. I do.” Tracing one finger delicately across the swirls on her thigh he again found the bare spot. It will be hidden here amongst your art, most likely none will ever see it but me.” Leaning down Jedediah moved his finger as his lips caressed the spot in a gentle kiss. “ I am possessive, jealous even. It is a fault of mine. There is no reason that you need it, no logic can explain a reason for it. But it would please me.” Raising his head to look into her eyes, he paused as his hand had followed his eyes track, and his hand was now filled with a firm yet supple mound of unpainted flesh. The gaunt male’s thumb slid slowly over the tightly pebbled pinkness that capped the mound. Finally his eyes found hers. “You are more beautiful, each time my eyes caress you.”

<Delaney> Jedediah’s eyes were on her and suddenly Laney felt a little self-conscious as she sat there next to him, naked. It was a whole different ball park to be naked between the sheets with someone, then it was to be next to them, getting stared at and not doing a single thing. At least Laney thought so as he took in the sight of her below her neck. Possessive. Delaney could believe that from the first night they met and his response to her and her friends peeing in his woods.

Was it his touch or the admission of how being branded would please him that had Delaney crawling in his lap? She faced him with a leg on each side of his unbranded thigh, looking into his eyes. “What would it be? The brand?” Her arms came to find their way around his neck as she kept her irises locked on his own set as Delaney pressed the upper half of her body against his naked torso.

<Jedediah> Jedediah moved his arms aside as his sugahplum crawled into his lap pressing her obviously aroused breast tight against his chest, her eyes stayed locked on his as she invaded his space and turned it into their space There was no separation between them, each of her body parts pressed against his corresponding one, thigh to thigh,breast to chest, and everywhere in between her closeness brought a rising tumescence that filled the last space between the two toned bellies. Carefully he straightened out the wire behind the telepath’s back, then brought it out in front of her. “If you wish, I can show you”

<Delaney> With him so close in her proximity and she in his, Laney's mind couldn't help but fall in the gutter fast. She was attracted to Jedediah in ways she couldn't understand because if he had been anyone else that had shot her in the back, there was no way Laney would have given him the time of day or night in normal situations. She thrived off knowing he was pleased with the things she did and aimed to please him too. But something about Jedediah and his unique traits and characteristics captivated Delaney and she wanted to know more. More about him and more about his world.

He wanted to show her. And Delaney wanted him to show her everything he wanted to show her and hopefully more. Things he might not even be thinking about, but she was. And a part of her wanted him to just brand her already and then drag her off to bed, to the couch, the shower, or table, she didn't care and claim her in the way she wanted to be claimed. Yet, Delaney knew it wouldn't go down like that, so he could show her what he wanted to and then, hopefully she could show him a thing or two.

A hand moved off from around his neck and down his chest until it wasn't that far from where her hip was. The one he wanted to brand. Her fingers circled around the empty space as Delaney licked her lips before she nodded her head. “I would like that very much.” Delaney admitted softly before the hand on her hip left the indent of it and pressed against his chest, and slid right back up to his neck. “Just...be gentle.” Jedediah could take that two ways, because it was meant to be. Not only was Delaney showing off her flirty nature, but she was accepting his brand too.

<Jedediah> Jed nodded and once more wrapped his arms around her pulling her tight. As their bodies meshed he nuzzled her neck inhaling deeply to draw in her scent The light musky smell that always accompanied her was there, but a stronger, deeper musk scent was overpowering it, and deepening the longer they sat together. Jed rested his head on her shoulder as his fingers flickered and twirled slipping the fire into a stylized Gothic ‘J’ overlaying a smaller ‘K’ Sitting straight once more he held it before her, then lowered it, positioning it in that sole uninked spot. Letting it stand alone his hand slid deeper, then came up to touch her chin with his fore finger before he slipped it slowly between his lips. His eyes glittered as he drew it back out, kissing the tip. “I think you like it”

<Delaney> The first time a needle touched her skin, Delaney remembered it well. It had been painful, but not overwhelmingly so. Mostly because Delaney had been a little tipsy when she got her first tattoo. But Delaney liked the numbing sensation of the needle and felt comfort in it as the orange tinged skull tattoo was being worked into her left calf. It wasn't just an ordinary skull-no. The bottom of the tattoo had definitive characteristics of a skull, the jaw line, the dark holes where eyes once used to be, and tattered and torn skin. Above it, in the skulls cranium was the same colored rose. To her, it was a story that out of something ugly and grotesque, something beautiful could come from it. Much like life. Life wasn't always beautiful, neither were the things people did, but every once in awhile something beautiful came from something ugly. An example of this is the closing of puppy mills across the world, or show animals no longer being able to perform at places like circuses and the like.

All those memories vanished the second Jedediah’s fingers went to work, tantalizing the vulnerable and hidden parts of her that only a few had ventured to before. Still, the woman wasn’t going to stop him, but he stopped before she could enjoy herself too much. His comment brought a subtle, yet suggestive smile to her lips before Laney inched closer to Jedediah and kissed his lips. There was no need for a reply to his comment, because it was true, and yet when her fingers unlatched from his neck and came to rest on the branding instrument, there were thoughts that crept up in the Telepath’s mind.

“What's the K mean?” A last name? What was Jedediah's last name? Realizing that she didn't know it, Laney suddenly felt like one of those girls. A low down, dirty skank. She wasn't a prude by any means, but she at least knew five things about a guy, including his last name before she tried to get in his pants. Delaney didn't even know that about Jedediah.
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<Jedediah> Jedediah ponder her question, as the ‘K’ had two meanings. Debating which to tell her he decided that he wanted no subterfuge in their relationship, he would tell her both meanings, and let her respond as she wished. “In this case it has two meanings. The first is it is a symbol of the word kajira. “ Twisting his branded thigh to the side, he reached out and lightly touched the new brand, then slid his finger up over the old scars until he reached the first one, high up on his inner thigh. The long digit traced a letter ‘K’ there. “It was also my first brand. Those that raised me said it was there, fresh, when I was found. So it is either hopefully a symbol of my past, or someone else had branded me kajira as an infant.”

<Delaney> So not a last name. But it represented something. Something foreign that Laney didn't know. “I don't know what that means. That word.” Pale fingers moved to touch his k, shuddering at the thought of someone branding Jedediah as a baby. Any baby for that matter. “How do you know it means that word and not something else?” Her eyes look back up at him as her hand inches toward the new brand of the plum.

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<Jedediah> “I know not what mine means, but as a child I was an avid reader. I found a series of novels based on a fictional world. As i have grown I have often compared the society we live in, versus the society of the story. I find ours lacking. “ A small shrug rippled one shoulder as he let his hand trace down her side lifting the wire with the stylized ‘JK’ on it. “Right or wrong, it is what I believe. I will be expecting you to learn and and grow with me. The ‘K’ tattoo is a very valuable symbol in their society, and the stylized ‘k’ used resembles this. Spreading his thighs wider, Jedediah placed his finger right above the oldest scar.

<Delaney> She listens and then nods her head. He didn't know, he was assuming. But he believed it and wanted her to share in his life; right or wrong. Her fingers caress the plum in his thigh once again before Delaney's eyes move off it and raise to look at him. “Okay. If it means that much to you, Jedediah. I will wear it.” Delaney decided in that moment, regardless of what it meant, that she would get it not because he believed it meant something important, but because she romanticized the concept. Delaney believed that whoever would brand a baby, loved that baby but couldn't take care of it. And they hoped that by placing that ‘k’ on the baby that they would be reunited again. K for either his real first name, but more than likely for his last. And now she was sharing his last name. “I'm ready to wear your brand.” Delaney swung her hip to face Jedediah more and waited.

<Jedediah> The necromancer drew her close, enclosing her in his arms as he absorbed the feel of her skin against his. The way they fit was almost as though their bodies had been molded to fit each other. He caressed her back as he soaked up her essence before finally releasing her. Easily lifting the telepath, Jedediah settled her beside him. One hand continued to caress her back as he carefully settled the silver brand amongst the coals of the small brazier. “ It will be clearer, if the skin is taut but not stretched tight. Kneel for me, with your knees about six inches apart, then lean forward resting your head on the floor. The carpet is soft, and will protect you.” Jedediah’s right hand continued to make soothing circles on sugahplum’s back as his fingers danced up and down her spine, caressing the well toned muscle that covered her ribs.

<Delaney> The dark haired telepath could sit in Jedediah’s naked lap for hours, well, all night, really if he would let her. But as usual, work first and play later. Hopefully, play later. Jedediah hadn’t actually given any inclination that they would be doing anything after this, but Delaney was a smidge hopeful.

Being positioned in various positions for the copious amounts of ink on her body, Delaney had no troubles or reservations about sitting the way he needed her to sit. she found her way on her knees, at about five to six inches apart as asked and let her forehead kiss the top of the carpet. She wasn’t one hundred percent sure this was all for the branding, believing that Jedediah just wanted to get a secret look at her butt before he branded her. A girl could hope, right?

<Jedediah> Jedediah leaned forward and kissed the hollow at the base of his sugahplum’s spine, then turned his attention to the silver brand. Carefully he turned it so the letters heated evenly. He kept one hand moving over her back, keeping constant contact as his other opened his pack. The necromancer retrieved a small iPod, and carefully selected an old Exile song an clicked play. setting it next to the brazier his head nodded gently to the soothing notes emanating from the small box. Next he pulled out a small rubber ball, only about two inches in diameter, with a slim silver chain running through the center of it. Jedediah had taken sugah’s distaste for leather into consideration when he went shopping. Holding it before her, Jedediah began to explain. “The pain from a brand though somewhat fleeting, is much more intense than from a tattoo. It begins when the brand touches, then increases at a steady but geometric progression for the full five seconds that the brand is in contact. I know you saw me sit here and silently brand myself, but if you look close…” Jedediah knelt in front of her spreading his thighs, and drawing his hands over a multitude of scarred patterns and designs until they reached the juncture, then slid up on to his chiseled abs. “You will see the experience that i have with them. I have learned to feed from the pain, draw it inside me and turn it to strength. This is your first though. It will be like nothing you have ever experienced before. If you will allow me to slip this between your teeth, you will be able to bite down on it, and it will prevent us from compromising your dignity.”

<Delaney> Delaney couldn't help but raise a skeptical brow when Jedediah claimed the pain would be different to the pain of a tattoo. Some tattoos hardly bothered her at all, while others, in certain spots brought great uncomfortableness as the canvas was designed on her flesh. Her curvaceous frame melded into his hand each time it stroked the woman's naked flesh as she listened to him explain things more.

The brow of skepticism dropped and was replaced with two, wide brows that arched up when Jedediah exposed himself, unintentionally, probably; to Delaney when he showed off all his markings in his inner thighs. Blue hues honed in on the way he touched himself, following along with the movements of his hands, and the rest of his words went out the window as Delaney imagined it was her touching him and not Jed touching himself.

Jedediah revealed some sort of rubber ball with a chain in it, and it only made Delaney feel confident in her assessment of Jedediah earlier. He was a freak. But he was her freak and Laney let her tongue trail over her bottom lip as a smile came to her lips. Maybe it was for practical uses, but to her? Nope. He was a grade A certifiable freak who was into some pretty hard core stuff.

Dignity. Something about dignity. Wasn't he a diamond in the rough? Here she was thinking all sorts of crude, and lewd things about him- the two of them, and here he was worried she might make a fool of herself in front of him from the pain. Focus, she needed to focus.

Laney took a deep breath in, the sharp inhale causing the top of her frame to rise, not at all hiding the arousal she felt with the clear view of her breasts he would have, even though she was trying to focus on what he was going to do. Sometimes, her brain worked faster than the rest of her body. All too often she was the awkward kid in elementary school that would back up too far and bump into something, or walk into a wall because she knew it was coming, but Delaney was thinking about the third tile from the fountain down the hall that was a different color than the rest and making up wild stories in her mind as to why that tile was the odd one out.

“Okay.” Delaney said after nodding, her eyes inching their way back up to Jedediah's face as her left hand extended out to him, indicating she wanted the rubber ball. “No point in talking about it all night. I can do it.” She said as confidently as she could-not certain what was actually in store for her.

<Jedediah> The necromancer eyes narrowed slightly as his sugahplum held out her hand. She was new to this, and he would allow her leeway to learn, they had not been together that long after all. It had just been earlier this same night that she had knelt and accepted his collar. In truth he felt and knew that it should be he that slipped the ball between her fangs, so that she knew it was he that power over all aspects...but this time, he would compromise. They would do it together. Gently placing the ball in her hand, Jedediah reached forward, hands sliding over silken skin till fingers tunneled into the tumultuous curls. Wrapping the long tendrils into his hands, he formed them into a thick leash between his hands, exposing her neck. A sharp tug tilted her head back, forcing her mouth open for the gag. “Let me help” He whispered softly.

<Delaney> The ball was set in her extended hand, which honestly surprised Delaney. Jedediah seemed the type to want to do everything, which was fine by Delaney, but awkward for her as well. It was unusual, to put it out there so bluntly, but Laney liked the unusual.

His hands slipped into her hair, for whatever reason, but Delaney didn’t mind, or move away. Jedediah was an unusual, but seemingly perfect gentleman. Which was frustrating, because here they were naked and all he wanted to do was to put a couple letters on her hip. She was sure if he only knew what she wanted to do, that there wouldn’t be any more talking about banding or any talking at all.

Her head was pulled back, fangs exposed due to the angle he had her neck at. Somewhere between the time it took to get from point A to point B, a gasp escaped Laney’s lips, because she was jerked from her dirty thoughts to what was about to happen to her hip, once again being forced to focus not on what she wanted, but what she was actually going to get.

Laney’s tongue glided over the bottom of her lip as he expressed his desire to help her, Laney holding up the hand with the gag in it at her shoulders length. She wasn’t sure how he wanted to help, but she gave him two seconds, if that, to snatch it back before the rubber ball was nestled between her lower teeth and her protruding fangs.

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--


<Jedediah> Slipping the chain around her neck and under her hair with his free hand, Jedediah snugged it tight and latched it, tapping the ball with one finger he leaned forward placing five kisses, one on each of the top five vertebrae of the nude telepath kneeling before him. “Hows that?” he queried as he released her hair and with smooth even pressure forced her head back to the floor. Sliding the hand up her spin to the dimple at the base of her spine, the necromancer reached out with his other hand and raised the brand from the brazier. The wire now glowed a bright orangish- yellow evenly about its detail. Letting the free hand caress soft circles over the firm buttocks before him Jedediah’s eyes flicked from the brand to the circle of clear creamy skin on her thigh, “Are you ready?”

<Delaney> Laney was starting to wonder if Jedediah was playing some sort of crazy mind games with her. How was what? The gag in her mouth, or his lips on her flesh? Either way, each question would have a very different answer. One situation much more preferred than the other, but neither bad.

Her forehead was touching the carpet again, after Laney nodded, indicating she was fine, that things were fine, even if her body trembled with anticipation of wanting more from him as his lips flitted over her skin.

This whole scene could be altered in her mind (and was), to be something entirely different. The position was fairly compromising and he was touching her. Was she ready? She hoped so, because there were a lot of other things Laney would rather be doing right now in this position or any other with Jedediah.

<Jedediah> Jedediah knew the pain involved, knew she would flinch from the searing pain, knew that any movement could destroy the artistry upon her heavenly canvas. He would need to hold her still, and provide a distraction at the same time. “On the count of three, sugahplum…. One.” as the necromancer said one, his right hand dropped over the firm flesh of her buttock and through the moist folds to latch onto her inner thigh, as the long digits grasp and held her immobile, the left pressed the brand perfectly centered into her hip holding it firm and steady as the glowing wire burned deeper into the unblemished skin. The rising smoke was scented like burning pork loin momentarily overcoming delaney’s natural musky smell of arousal. Counting slowly to five, Jedediah finally removed the brand and laid the still glowing smoking wire on the base of the brazier. Studying the results the necromancer absently realized that his right hand was thoroughly coated in a warm, fragrant, viscous fluid, and raised his eyes towards her face as he held her firmly still. Leaning in he blew gently across the brand before gently kissing the fresh wound.

<Delaney> When Jedediah's hand moved down her butt and through her legs, Laney couldn't help but spread her legs just a little to welcome the majority of his hand to its new resting place. There was a shudder that rolled up the length of her spine, but it wasn't from the hot iron that pressed to her skin. The sting of the burn couldn't be missed, even with his fingers at work, but it was bearable because while she felt the pain from her hip, Laney couldn't miss the pleasurable feel of his hands on her.

His eyes connected with her own two, but Laney didn't look away. She wasn't embarrassed. He had to know in some form the results Jedediah would have received by the presence of his hand on the very delicate and sensitive part of her body.

Her eyes didn't leave his face when it inched down to her hip, the dark haired buxom beauty even inching her hip in his direction as he approached it. Once again, at least ten dozen thoughts went racing through Laney's mind with Jedediah in a somewhat slightly compromising position. How could she not think it? His lips could be in a thousand other places quite easily.

<Jedediah> Sugahplum always had a light scent of musk emanating lightly from her. It was her own unique scent that often allowed Jedediah to track her in the sewers, finding her resting places. The gaunt male’s eyes tracked over the curves of the nude woman before him. It was growing stronger. It seemed every time he was near her, the scent became stronger, bolder, as if his mere presence was enough to raise her level of arousal. Right now, bowing before him, cheek to the floor, buttocks raised, fully exposed to his eyes and hands, the scent was overwhelming. Positioned in the most subservient of poses, bowing before a strange male, in his lair, wearing his collar, she was aroused. Leaning back to rest on his heels Jedediah’s hand slipped slowly from between her thighs, the velvety petals that dragged against his knuckles causing him to momentarily close his eyes. “You did well sugahplum. Almost no flinch.” Leaning forward he tapped one long digit against the rubber sphere trapped between her fangs “I would almost assume that the few soft whimpers you let out did not necessitate this, however, it looks good on you.” Raising his right hand to his face he inhaled softly drawing in the scent of the honied nectar that coated his fingers. Slipping his index finger deep between his thin lips, he slowly drew it out, “It would seem sugahplum,” The necromancer paused as he slid his middle finger with in his mouth carefully cleaning it of nectar with his agile tongue, then continuing as he finished, “Almost as if you enjoyed this.” The ring finger was now laved clean as his eyes watched over her again. “The sun will be up soon, I will help you to the bed. It would be best if your brand went untouched this day sleep. Some have the strength of will to not touch, while others touch incessantly, though idly. Will you need to be restrained?” One hand idly slid closer to the cuffs resting in his pack, as the other rested on her back. The brown orbs blinked as he sent power down his arm fusing with her and causing a multiplying of the red cells flowing through her body, once more making her full. “I will provide.”

<Delaney> Laney’s pupils doubled as he basically offered to take her to bed and tie her up. Maybe not in those words, but that’s definitely what Delaney read in his words. If Laney could talk, regularly that was, she would have a lot of things to say that were suggestive. Jedediah had seen her naked, touched her everywhere, so taking her to bed and tying her up was just the natural progression of things. Well, maybe not natural, but Delaney wouldn’t say no. By this point, there probably wasn’t anything Jedediah could say or do that Delaney wouldn’t agree to and want to do.

Delaney was sure she wouldn’t touch it, but not wanting to bypass the offer of being brought to bed, tied up and hopefully doing all sorts of naughty things in the bed, her fingers went to the brand and lightly touched it. Yes, he should definitely tie her up and keep her hands busy.

<Jedediah> Carefully the necromancer helped his telepath to kneel, then to stand, leading her towards the bed with one hand, as he scooped the Smith & Wesson cuffs from his bag. Scooping her gently in his arms, he laid her gently out across the middle of the bed, pulling the duvet and top sheet to the floor. Pausing, he folded them both, laying them out at the foot, before reaching to her wrists. “It is warm enough here, that there is no need of chancing the cloth irritating your newest art. It is beautiful so far… you are beautiful” Slipping the cuff closed firmly but not roughly around her left wrist, he stretched her arms above her head. Moving the cuff around the solid center bar of the headboard Jedediah brought it back to, and secured it to, her right wrist. Scanning the nude shackled beauty before him a soft smile lit his face. Leaning down he kissed one peppled teat before rising and turning to the leather sofa where he had spent the last day. “The sun is coming, I will watch over you as long as I can.” Making sure his weapons were close, the nude male settled upon the sofa, and twisted till he was laid out comfortably. “Rest well”

<Delaney> This was not going the way Delaney imagined it in her head. He was going to leave her here? “No! Wait.” She called out to him, even if it was muffled. “I can’t sleep alone. I think I heard a noise. Yes, I did! A noise. Earlier. Are there rats down here?” Was it shameless? Absolutely. Was Delaney above it? Not one bit. Besides, what the hell was wrong with him? How could he leave her naked here after all that? “Please?” Delaney whimpered softly to him from within the bedroom. “They might bite me while I sleep.” It was highly unlikely, but a girl had to try, right?

<Jedediah> Jedediah listen for a moment to the soft mumbling coming from behind the firm rubber of the gag tucked so lovingly between her jaws. Rising he went to her, feeling the lethargy from the coming day dragging at him. He was unsure what she was attempting to say, as he neared her. Brushing a few strands of hair back from her face, he looked down on her. “Do not worry, I know this is all new to you, I will not take advantage of the situation. You have been very good this night.” Turning back he settled once more to the couch and closed his eyes, giving up to the sun.

<Delaney> There were a lot of things Laney wanted to do, but sleep wasn't one of them. She wanted to get out of the cuffs, out of the bed and crawl into the sofa with him. Well, on him so she wasn’t on the leather part of it. She wanted to be taken advantage of, but it wasn’t being taken advantage of it she was consenting, right? And Laney was very much consenting to anything and everything Jedediah. Instead, Laney tipped her head back and mumbled into the rubber ball that was between her fangs still, plotting on how to get Jedediah in bed with her tomorrow, until the sun broke her thoughts and Laney was overcome with exhaustion.

<Jedediah> Brown eyes snapped open to the gloom of the darkened lair. In one smooth motion Jedediah rose and crossed to the bed that held God’s masterpiece, God had made it, but he had named it. Roving eyes took in the beauty he had named sugahplum, gagged and cuffed to the bed. She would wake soon, and he had work to do. The journey to the door as he dressed and stepped outside took but seconds, and in but a few more he was on the transit to Gulls again. Into the gift shop, purposeful strides took him to the display of titanium jewelry. Terse words completed the transaction, and he was out the door, and into the sewers. A steady jog took him quickly back to the secret entrance of his lair. Slipping inside he again approached the bed. She slept still, an angel in repose. Gently quietly, he removed the bracelets and anklets from his pack, spreading them on the bed. Each was made of titanium, matching his collar. Each locked, strong as his collar. Nimble fingers fastened them about the supine female, locking each into place.. Careful fingers removed the ball, gently rolling it from twixt needle- sharp fangs. Cuffs removed, his fingers now idly roamed across the plains of her silken flesh exploring as he waited for her to awaken.

<Delaney> Laney always was and will forever be a hard sleeper. Once she was asleep the tragedies of the world were forgotten and the woman slipped into her own mind where the world; her dream world was the way Laney envisioned the world to be. A better place. Oddly enough, even her nightmares seemed to have happy endings, even if it took a while to get there.

She never felt the removal or replacement of the items around her wrists and ankles. Or the lithe hand take the ball gag from out of her mouth. And oddly enough, the one thing Delaney craved more than anything; Jedediah’s hands on her, didn't even cause Laney to rouse.

<Jedediah>Slow moving fingers caressed her every curve, running from her full lips and smooth cheeks, to the firm muscles of the telepath’s calves, then started back upwards. One hand paused to explore the small dark tangle at the juncture of her thighs and the soft moist valley tucked below it as the other hand slid higher. Three things happened at once, multitasking at its finest. One set of lips lowered to another taking possession with a kiss. One hand slid over the twin mountains, teasing their peaks into diamond hard pebbles. The other plunged deep, delving into the creamy depths of the valley as a familiar strong scent of musk floated into the air. A whispered word crossed lip to lip, barely more than vibration, inaudible to the human ear. “Mine.”

<Delaney> There was something different about the undertone of this dream, compared to the dozens upon dozens that she had. She wasn’t happy per say, Laney was something else. Close to happy, yet not. She moaned gently as her body attempted to turn and reposition itself in a different angle. Yet, her body didn’t budge and Laney was starting to wake up and stretch out, just to hear one singular word right in her face. Her eyes popped open and met Jedediah’s downward glance and all she could do was smile up at him.

Arms went to move around him, but stopped when Laney felt metal around her wrists. “What on earth?” Laney tipped her head back to look at the metal cuffed around each wrist and then at him. “I-I don’t understand. What are these for?”

<Jedediah> Fingers dug deeper, pinched firmer, teeth nip and tugged at pouty lips as his sugahplum slowly woke. Jedediah did not answer the question, he simply moved closer wrapping his body across hers as his hand slipped free to draw her close. Once they were pressed close, head to foot, the necromancer drew up on his innate powers and reached into the telepaths body causing her blood cells to split and multiply, refilling her body from the day's loss. Letting the returning warmth of her soak into him, Jedediah let a rare smile grace his lips, “They are matching, and as accessories, add to your already significant beauty. He paused, looking into the eyes less than six inches from his own, “You are beautiful” Sniffing at the scent rising from between them he lowered his lips to hers “And aroused.”

<Delaney> Laney’s body writhed beneath Jedediah as he teased her, the woman pouting ever so slightly. Accessories, strange enough as they were, it was a sweet notion to Delaney and one that had her arching her neck up a little as his lips came down to hers.

She laughed against the base of his throat when he mentioned how she was aroused, as if it were some shock or surprise to Jedediah. “I am. For you.” Her lips melded against Jedediah’s neck before Laney sighed, her body shivering against his. “Are we staying inside, or are there more lessons?” Laney raised a leg so her foot was on the bed, and a knee pressed tight to the side of his leg.

<Jedediah> “There will be lessons later, and shopping, but first I will be going inside” The necromancer mumbled into her warm soft mouth. Eyes on the buffet spread before him, Jedediah stood, slowly removing coat, vest, and shirt. Hanging the coat on the edge of the sofa, folded vest and shirt followed. Stepping from the Laredo’s that graced his feet, he undid the belt and buttons of his denims, carefully creasing and folding in the legs, they were stacked next. Returning to the bed, the male mounted the mattress, over the tailboard, calmly kneeling between the painted ladies ankles, eyes flickering over her face.

<Delaney> More lessons, followed by shopping? What could he possibly need? A new chair would be ideal. Leather and Laney didn’t agree. Would never agree. Ever. Going inside? What was Jedediah talking about? Going inside where? Of course he would leave something like that so open, and so vague, like Jedediah did as he moved away from her and the bed. Laney's eyes stayed glued on Jedediah, waiting to hear what they were going to do now. What she was supposed to do. What Laney was expected to do. Stay in bed? Get dressed? Go shower? Jedediah was particular.

Instead, he started getting undressed. There was nothing sexy about it. It was precise and uniformed and everything was folded and stacked. Still, Laney didn't look away. For someone who was a little bit older than Laney, Jedediah was....hot.

And with that thought, Laney did look away. Because she knew deep down that no matter what she thought, no matter the things that went through her mind, Jedediah wasn't going to do what she wanted him to do. What Laney wanted them to do together.

Movement on the bed drew Delaney's attention to the foot of the bed, where Jedediah was kneeling at. Just the very thought of him down there, brought a flick of her tongue out over Laney's lower lip. “Going in?” She finally asked before expanding on the thought. “Like, in the shower? The next room?” Because what she hoped he meant, Laney knew he didn't.

<Jedediah> Brown locked on blue, Jedediahs eyes never wavered as he watched her face, cataloging every nuance, every expression as he moved closer, settling on his knees, between hers. one hand rested on each thigh before slowly sliding down the silken flesh to sugarplum’s ankles. Fingers delicately brushed the titanium rings encircling her exquisite ankles then slowly drew her legs out straight, raising them to rest on his shoulders. Finally he turned his eyes and attention as his lips closed over the distinct curve of her ankle bone, teeth scraping as his tongue laved.

<Delaney> She sighed, slightly frustrated. Jedediah was full of secrets and a man of few words. Laney could talk and talk and talk, about anything, for minutes and probably even hours. To anyone and everyone as long as they were willing to listen.

Those thoughts ended abruptly as she felt the prick of his fang against her ankle, her glossy gaze from the afore thoughts trekking through her mind. His gaze was demanding as it was acute on her own two eyes, Laney's pupils focusing on Jedediah completely.

The woman exhaled as her hands lifted off the bed and reached for him, not yet touching him. Just stopping a few centimeters from Jedediah's strong shoulders. Would he let her touch him? Did Laney dare try and see? She would and did. Fingers finally pressed to his shoulders, absorbing in the texture of Jedediah's skin as Laney gently caressed the surface.

<Jedediah> He had not ignored her questions to be rude...it just was not the time for speech. As the telepath’s fingers grazed his shoulders Jedediah leaned forward easing her reach to him as her legs were pressed up on his shoulders forming a right angle to the bed. Long hair had draped forward as he slowly lowered his head turning it back and forth, kissing each ankle in turn. Working his way lower, tongue and lips tasting and caressing each in turn. When he reached her inner knees he paused as his eyes once more sought hers, glancing out through his straggling bangs.

<Delaney> If Jedediah wasn't going to end up delivering and go in her, as Laney now believed her meant, she might scream. Well and truly. And then maybe even cry. It would be all kinds of screwed up if he got her this kinds of all hot and bothered and left her high and dry. Not that Laney couldn't take matters into her own hands, but she would much rather leave them in his. This guy she barely knew, but felt a strong akin to.

And why did she? Laney remembered how terrified she was of the guy between her legs before she had been made into a vampire. When did that change? When did fear and even anger become replaced with this? The desire to help Jedediah when she saw him injured? To appease him? To get close to the guy? Was it the course of events or was it simply kismet?

The tips of her fingers bore into Jedediah's back as her legs were manipulated over his shoulders, and slid down to the base of his spine before coming to rest there. She wanted this; Laney wanted this bad, but she wasn't about to force it either. She might very well end up naked, shackled to the bed alone, again.

<Jedediah> The distinctive musky scent that was unique to the woman before him filled the apartment. It wasn’t overpowering, just a light, pervasive, yet not overpowering signal that she was there, and ready. She had let her legs drape over his back once he had brought his shoulders lower than her knees, and now they seemed to almost pull him closer. Closer to the warm core that was the source of the delicious scent he was inhaling. Dropping his head below her line of sight he could feel the building tumescence that her presence always brought out in him as he extended his tongue to trace a wandering zigzag trail across the moist folds and creases before him, until he reached the end of the portage and a final flick caught briefly beneath the man in the canoe’s hood, before snapping free. Moving up and closer, his eyes sought hers, as he pressed himself into the cradle formed by her raised thighs. “Your brand is healing well”


<Delaney> She had been good and patient until Jedediah became very well associated with certain parts of her body. Fingers burrowed into his lower back as the yearning for him intensified. Her legs tightened around Jedediah, as if preventing him from moving anywhere, if that were even remotely physically possible. And then he says something unexpected and completely Jedediah. Laney looks at the brand marking and then at him and shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t care about the brand.” She doesn’t at this second, but she does care about it. It has what Laney believes is Jedediah’s last name on it, which means to her, that she is his completely. Not only from the collar, but by placing his initials on her body. She is his and he will help her with this life and the things she needs help with and in return she will do the same. They are bound to one another in some weird twist of fate and secret world she does not understand. Yet.

<Jedediah> Her words soaked in but the necromancer was pretty sure that it was more that the woman pinned beneath him did not want to ‘talk’ about the brand, then that she did not actually care about the brand. Lowering his mouth his lips took hers, and his hips made one swift thrust …….

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