friday night // bambi

[Juliet]

It wasn't a sound that Juliet could miss, the way that Bambi's heart skipped over a beat. It was something that she didn't think too often about, not with how often humans enjoyed being fed off of. She had never given two shits about the masquerade, nor about the hunters that enjoyed killing and used it as an excuse to be violent. Her sire, her brother, and even at one point, her fiance had all done it. She'd never understood it. Especially now, given the masquerade had come crumbling down without their protection. She'd always been one to roll her eyes about it, and would still do so to this day.

She believed it had been a wasted effort.

"You don't have to be afraid," She said after a few moments, deciding it would be better to address it now rather than later, "I won't hurt you unless you ask." The words were teasing but serious. Juliet preferred to only go after the creatures in the city, usually those that threatened the territory they had all claimed. She was a damn good shot and she prided herself on the times she'd taken down more than one per fight. Her rifle was one of her most prized possessions, her shooting one of the few remaining things that rang true in Juliet's name.

There was a soft noise of appreciation that escaped past her lips as she felt Bambi's hand on her backside. A chuckle followed with a shake of her head, "I think you deserve a night more than a quickie in a bar. Maybe a quickie upon a feather top mattress." She then hummed. "Divulgences. It's one of my businesses, a place where artists - primarily jewelry crafters, can make a name for themselves selling their work. There's an apartment in the basement."

[Bambi]

A playful smirk spread across her lips at the soft, subtle sound that the woman made beneath her ministrations. She liked to be appreciated, Bambi could understand that. That, or she liked to have her *** played with. Either or, things were okay with the curvy blonde, she decided, as she offered another subtle grope. She found herself enjoying the moment, in spite of the very mortal danger she had put herself in.

The woman at her side was cool against her warm skin, her flushed face particularly thankful for the fresh touch of the other woman’s shoulder. “Sounds like you’re threatening me with a good time,” she chuckled, her hand lifting to trail a single digit along the line of the woman’s bicep. She traced the shape of her physique and gave a gentle shake of her head. “With muscles like these, I bet you could hurt so good…”

She laughed, then, and moved to step closer to the woman, her soft figure pressed against the fit frame of the vampire. A business. It was probably closed, this late. That was good. It would be empty. Private. Maybe nobody would hear gunshots from the basement. That was how it worked, right? That’s how it worked on t.v.

She chuckled again, and gave a gentle shake of her head. “I won’t lie, sweetheart, but a feather top mattress sounds a hell of a lot better than a bathroom stall. I won’t mind being treated.” She smiled, and turned to press a quick kiss to her cheek.

“So how far is this place?”