Where is home? (Invite)

[Matilda]

It was like some kind of trance she was in, she felt very much in her body and yet disconnected from her actions. Her hands were making quick work of his shirt, but not quick enough the ever impatient Wolf. He had such a dominating presence and he enjoyed exerting it over her. She enjoyed fighting back, giving him challenge when it came to control and ownership. Oh, he had her, much in the same way that she had him but neither seemed willing to fully admit it. He tore a his belt, loosening it before shifting focus to her clothing. The woman ached to kiss him, her lips parting over his lips, teeth nipping eagerly at his flesh as her adrenaline peaked.

She felt like her skin was burning, pleasantly from every touch he eagerly gave her and gave little resistance to his hands forcing hers above their heads. Pressed hard against the wall with him all around her it would be easy to melt against him, to let him be the dominant one again. Then again, where was the fun in that? She kissed him for what felt like a wonderful eternity before finally using his distraction against him. With a wrench of her wrists away from him, and shift of her hips he was spend sprawling, stunned.

She didn't wait to press her advantage, as he stumbled backwards towards the couch she caught him by the shoulders, driving him into it and finding herself straddling his lap. It was as she tilted her head with that predatory grin in place, moving to kiss him once more, that she caught the flicker of movement. He seemed to notice at the same time, for he didn't seem overly alarmed when she jumped away from him. Making quick work of straightening her dress and hair, Matilda offered an apologetic look to Eva. She allowed herself a moment to reel, staring at Wolf with a look of shock on her face.

Matilda made a point of recovering quickly, smoothing her features into something more civil, trying hard not to dwell on what might have happened, what did just happen. "Jesus... Eva, darling!" She swallowed hard, pushing away the urge to curse and wring her hands at herself before moving towards the woman. She crossed the room in a matter of steps, arms opening to her in much the way Wolf's had. "It's so wonderful to see you, my beautiful Eva."

[Eva]

Eva had not come into the West family the usual way. They were all loud boisterous and had a knack for large playful romps and fights all about the city. Eva had been quiet and withdrawn at first it took her a very long time to come around and adjust and make some peace with what Wolfgang had attempted to do to her. She had found her niche in the family finally and that had mostly to do with the blonde vixen she had just walked in on entangled with their sire. It was a sight to stop one in their tracks

Eva wanted to back out slowly but where had Lyonel gone she had gotten his text to be there. She felt the heat rise to her face as the one word slipped from her lips . She watched the aftermath of its wake as the two quickly regained their composure and awkwardly acknowledged her presence.


Eva felt the wave of embarrassment wash over her leave as soon as the blondes arms wrapped around her the warming embrace . She squeezed her tight and inhaled deeply as if she were taking her into herself remembering and marking her scent in case it were ripped from her once again . She pulled away reluctantly with a smile plastered on her face. " Tilda its so good to see you again ... and where did that husband of mine get off to?"

[Lyonel]

Lyonel had been staring at the pool long enough to feel confident it had not changed in any detail since the last time he had seen it. Even the surface of the water moved in the same pattern as it had the last time he took the time to look at it. He unbuttoned the cuff of his business casual shirt and hiked the material up to reveal the watch. It was the third time he had glanced at it in thirty minutes. He shook his hand free of the tension in his fingers.

How long did it take to say welcome back?

Normally that would be relatively easy to pin down. A minute or two? He nudged the wall behind him and found his body stepping forward. Long legs went with the motion and he was on his merry way to clear the far end of the pool which he had chosen specifically so that he was out of earshot and visual field of the interior of the penthouse. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck with possible thoughts as to what he could expect upon his joining the two. He didn’t hear any raised voices so their typical glass throwing, intense verbal debates they were known to have likely wasn’t up. His face deadpanned as he felt his hand drop with the other possibility. He may not see them the rest of the night.

Long story short Wolf and Matilda had one of those relationships that really was outside any typical definition. That, of course, was putting it mild. He had been privy to her side and listened to Wolf at various times hash out his side. Only thing he came out of it with was more confusion than understanding. Sometimes it isn’t supposed to make sense except to those that were involved. That is exactly where Lyon left it and for the most part why he just spent thirty minutes looking at the penthouse pool.

Soon he would be up to his eyeballs in paperwork and business arrangements. More than likely he would also be dealing with Jolie complaining that she had bit off more than she could chew when she said she could handle what he left in her trust. She was one that he still had to make some decisions on. Maybe leaving her behind was not such a great idea.

Lyonel was ready to enjoy the night despite what he walked into. With each step towards the main room of the penthouse a button popped loose from the small hole that held it hostage over his upper body. His hands completed the task and peeled the material from the tops of his shoulders. Waving the shirt as some sort of cease fire signal he flipped it over his shoulder as he stepped in and started on the button of his pants. That is when the scent of his wife caught his full attention as he set eyes on his less than clothed sire and his in a state of disarray sister. It was great to see nothing really changed and none of it still made any sense. He shifted his focus to his wife who inspired his spontaneous idea to claim that pool he was looking at.

“Don’t they look great?” Lyon chuckled taking inventory of the residual surprise still hidden in her expression. “I say the Old Man has been working out again.” He glanced briefly at the two trying to redress as if no one should think anything of it. “And as for you…” He eyed that buttery yellow sundress against her skin and those drop dead gorgeous lips and eyes as he approached her. “I got plans for you now that I got you where I want you.”

With a growl he slid his hands to the small of her back and let them slide to back of her thighs as soon as she was within reach. Looking up at her as he did had him feeling like the room went empty. He lifted her up pressing her soft curves against him. There was a sweetness to the surface of her skin that he could not resist. He wasted no time finding that sweet slope on the side of her neck and gave it a playful nip. Leaving no explanation behind as to what he was going to do he headed back where he came from. As he did he slid a hand down to each of her sandals and slid them off. After each was deposited to the floor he gently pulled the length of her legs around him as he continued to move the party to the water.

[Wolfgang]

Lyonel’s remark was met with a playful flex of muscles before Wolfgang did up the buttons of his shirt and shook the amused smile from his face slowly. Soon the two of them were left alone once more, and the silence, less tangible this time, was suddenly broken with the man’s laughter. It was good to see them all again, but for a deeply private man like Wolfgang, perhaps they had all seen too much for one night.

He wasn’t sure if Matilda intended to join the pool party or not, but before she could make any kind of decision, Wolf spoke up, “You know we have plans to leave for New York soon,” his reasons were completely selfish, Wolfgang could just as easily run his businesses from Harper Rock as he could NYC, but he didn’t want his boys growing up in a place like this, a place full of distractions, crime, and loss. “I don’t think they want to go, but they can’t say no to me,” the man scratched the back of his neck; he knew Julianna didn’t want to go, even after learning everything she had about the strange and unknown.

What was he doing, giving Matilda some kind of head’s up or attempting to con her into changing their minds? Wolfgang pulled his jacket on and fixed his tie. He walked over to the writing desk and jotted down a room number for West Hotel on one of his business cards then presented it to Matilda before leaning in to kiss her cheek, “Go have some fun, but promise you’ll come by to catch up before we go.”

[Matilda]

Matilda released Eva, ready to bombard her with idle happy chatter when she heard the door to the pool deck opening. Her eyes widened as she shifted them to see Lyonel entering shirtless and begin to take off his pants. "Bloody West's." She murmured, watching the man curiously as he then began to remove his pants also as if this were a perfectly normal thing to do. It didn't take him long to cross the room and snatch his wife away before Matilda got the chance to complain, watching with a pout on her lips as the pair disappeared back to the pool area.

Alone again. Damn.

As he laughed she too joined him, running her hands through her hair as the disbelief over the events really caught up to her. It was an utterly ridiculous situation to have landed in and no great surprise considering the history of the lineage. When he spoke of New York her mirth slipped somewhat, a more serious expression touching her features. "I heard murmurings..." She admitted, not interrupting further as he moved around the room seemingly readying himself to leave. He slipped the card to her like it were some business arrangement, the only thing casual about it was a kiss to her cheek and it left her feeling somewhat irritated.

Before he was ability to draw back from her she reached out to grip the front of his shirt, balling her fist around the material so firmly that it popped one of the buttons free from its thread. "Don't... Look, I didn't mean to. You know that, though, yeah? I wanted us to be able to sit and talk, but maybe we aren't there yet. With us it always has to start with some physical expression, doesn't it? Wolfgang, do you always have to go?" She was glad for the heels, it made it easier to hold his gaze and she did. Remarkably steadily. "I'm not going to ask you to stay with us tonight, because we have eternity together. That's kind of my biggest revelation while I dreamt was that no matter what we were tied together." She shrugged, "Lyon, Eva, you and myself."

She loosened the grip on his shirt, though she continued to watch him imploringly. "And you love us, very much, so you want them with you but perhaps you realise it's selfish. What do you want? Really, what do you want me to do? Tell them to stay? Beg them not to leave with you? You don't want me to beg you to stay, oh you'd like it if I did, but it's something else. I know you, how else could I have been so damn destructive to us? Decide what you really want, Wolf, don't just stick to your guns because that's the choice you made initially." She leaned up to brush her lips to his, not lingering. "I won't come to the hotel, but I will meet you. Call me?"

[Wolfgang]

“I always have to leave,” he agreed, it wasn’t because he didn’t want to stay, but if he did, he couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t do something stupid again, like that.

She kissed him briefly and everything else was just white noise. He watched her mouth move, her eyes fixed on him, but didn’t hear a word Matilda was saying until the words call me brought him back. Wolf gave the woman a look, one that reminded her he never called, he hadn’t called in a year, maybe it had been two years, who knew? Time was irrelative now. “Okay,” he nodded, turned towards the door and left.

[Matilda]

With a dismissive wave she let him leave, watching the man go was always enjoyable visually if nothing else. The man rarely picked up the phone unless it was an emergency and she was just as bad, she hadn't been a vampire too long and already it was so easy to just let time slip by without a thought. She knew he'd call her, though, because she had asked him to. With Wolf gone it meant she could let her hair down well and truly, that is the others weren't putting on a show in the pool to rival that of Matilda and their wayward sire.

Heading out towards the pool the woman began to strip away the red silk dress, not wanting it ruined by the pool water, the crimson fabric pooling at her feet as she let it fall to the ground. Her heels were kicked away carelessly, the woman prancing happily towards the pool in her undergarments. "The big, bad Wolf has left the building. I am alllll yours!" She wiggled her hips at the pair as if to prove her point, giving them a playful wink. "Let's get this party started!" And with that the blonde dived headfirst into the pool, letting the water rush up around her.