Enver: After their back and forth, he shut down his laptop, put it on the floor, because he really didn't give a damn about the thing with the way their conversation was going. Once it was on the ground, Enver sat up in the bed, faced her and crossed his legs, wondering how he'd instigate this, because he hadn't really thought their conversation would have turned out like this. "You ready?" This would be her only chance to back out in his mind, because once they got going, well, it'd probably be hard to stop. At least in his mind.This RP takes place on Sunday 1st December in Aithne Asylum.
Keara: Keara was sometimes too naive for her own good and could not fathom how wrongly her words could have been taken but it seemed she might soon learn that fact for herself. She didn’t think anything of it as he shut down the laptop and placed it on the floor, he’d said on the forum he was going to do as much. When asked if she was ready, she nodded, sat up and placed her hands on the duvet that covered her lap. “Teach me you may when ready you are.”
Enver: He nodded his head. "Right. First thing is first. Try and express your feelings without slapping me. If you can." Enver cleared his throat, looked around the room, then back at her before he took his white tank top off. He hoped and thought starting off with him and her following his lead, more or less might make things go smoother. Guess they'd see. "Now I want you to look at me, like you do when you paint. Don't say anything, just focus on finding something that looks pleasing to you, I guess." He'd never really done this before, at least not in this way, but he sort of started something and was going to try and tackle it head on. "You don't have to tell me either. It's not about me, it's about you."
Keara: Keara wasn’t really sure what he was going on about when he asked her not to slap him, it wasn’t like she planned on doing it or anything. When he removed his top, she took in his form and nodded. He had a nice enough body but nothing really stood out to her, asides from the tattoo that was but then that was unique to him, as were his scars. Each one was sure to have a story and as of yet he hadn’t explained exactly what that was. The tattoo too was a mystery in its meaning, even if the artwork was nicely done. It did give her pause for thought though, as she’d never drawn on flesh before and she could perhaps use such a challenge to test her artistic skills. As she concentrated on the tat she bit her lip as she wondered how exactly one went about something like this and made a mental note to look it up online later. Having focused on it for a while she looked once more to the scars and then her focus was drawn by his arms. It was true to say she liked those, even if the hands at the end of them did get the male in trouble on an alarmingly frequent basis. This thought led her to his wrists, as she liked those too, or at least she had a few nights previous. “Appreciate your form perhaps I can,” she said after several minutes of quiet scrutiny. “While your form you does make, you it is not. If that sense makes.”
Enver: He noticed her looking at his tattoo and he wasn't surprised. Most people didn't see him as the type to get one and it wasn't like he had thought of ever getting one, until about half a year ago or so. Maybe it'd been even longer than that. Time went by fast for the guy, even if he had lots of it on his hands. Her eyes wandered to a few of his scars and other parts of his upper body and he chuckled when he heard what she said and how she said it. "It's a tattoo. That's what they're called." His eyes moved down to his tattoo that he could barely see from this angle and shrugged. "You can touch it. You should touch it." He said with more emphasis. "It's a Crow's feather." Enver started explaining what its symbolism meant. "And those-" He pointed to the two red Chinese symbols. "This one stands for think, and that one for Freedom." He cleared his throat, knowing it might be a touchy subject being the Crow's feather was being ripped apart by the two words. "My sister Sin did it for me. Thought it made sense she do it, being she's family." He nodded after shrugging his shoulders.
Keara: Being a lover at art, she had no trouble analysing this particular image. She already knew he didn’t really believe in keeping their kind a secret, so for him it probably made sense. A small part of her wanted to be able to pluck out her memories and share with him exactly what happened in her final weeks at the hands of the frail creatures, creatures that on mass were not all that frail and were in fact quite deadly. She’d explained a little of her thoughts on the matter at least once and had decided to drop the subject as their passions in this were polar opposites and no good would likely come from starting up that particular conversation again. Keara adjusted her position, coming up onto her knees and leant in closer so that she could run her fingertips over the tattoo. She could feel were the ink was and wondered if with her eyes closed she’d feel the texture, though of course she didn’t give way to that particular whim. “Okay. Know I do how feels it does. Should that my appreciation of it enhance?” she asked wondering if he made everyone touch it as he had done her.
Enver: Enver laughed. "Of the art? No." He shook his head and brought a hand to the top of her hand, eyes on her face. He had also noticed how she looked at his scars and so, he was going to more or less walk her hand to each one. "This right here." He brushed her fingertips along the left side of his abdomen, since the tattoo was on the opposite side of where her fingers once were. "Was a left over from when they tried to kill me. When I was with you in the sewers." His hand dropped away from hers to let it explore it if she wanted to, for as long as she wanted to, as his hand went to three bullet wounds. "That was from a friend. Legion. Ty tried to kill me for inspiring an offender and that was from him. It's how we sort of became friends." Enver chuckled at how odd that sounded. "He's bound to Phoenix." He doubted she knew who Legion was, so using Phoenix to describe him seemed to make sense to Enver. Who didn't know who she was for some reason or another? "Anyways, you're not supposed to be appreciating the tattoo or the scars, not really. It's more like appreciating that they're a part of me." He looked back up at her face. "It's who I am and it's okay to either like or not like those things. Not that I can change much of what's happened." He chuckled after pointing that fact out. "And it's alright to want to touch the things you like about your boyfriend or girlfriend. Nothing to be embarrassed about."
Keara: Her hand trailed over the wound on his abdomen but she didn’t seem to be enjoying doing so for whatever reason. Keara didn’t mind his scars, what she minded was the fact that he had so many and that each one was an attempt or a success from someone trying to take his life. She then let her fingertips explore the cluster of 3 wounds where he said Legion shot him. “No such things do I possess,” she said wondering why it was that he retained his marls. “Natural marking have I only,” she added, not elaborating on what she meant by that since in her mind it was kind of obvious. “And this one?” she said as her index finger ran over the scar on his left arm. “This from when you died last is…yes?”
Enver: He nodded his head and looked down at the scar she was trailing over. "Yeah, that one's from Every and the one up here, as you know was from Nix. When she helped me with some research, more or less." Enver trailed a hand over the scar that was barely visible in his hair, only on a couple centimetres of flesh that met the head of his hair. "I hear most people's wounds heal, most mine do, if they're faint enough." Enver shrugged not knowing why they didn't all heal. Maybe it was some sort of weird irony or a joke from the guy, girl or whoever it was that was "upstairs." His eyes moved from off his arm, to Keara again. "You know, there's a lot of places on your body I find appealing. If you want me to show you, feel free to take off your shirt." And there was that cheeky grin again, but he thought it a fair enough suggestion.
Keara: Keara shook her head. “My shirt need not be removed for you me to teach. Learn nothing I shall from my own form bare to make. As said you did. Your form the subject of this lesson is,” she reminded him. “Have you more scars? Or is that all to see that have you do?”
Enver: He chuckled at her rejection and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't need her to take her clothes off to show her. If he wanted to, he'd just put his hands where he wanted to (even at the cost of a potential slap), with her clothes on. He stopped chuckling at her other questions and looked at her. The final question could have been taken in so many ways, but he was trying to behave as best as he could. "Nah, I've got another." Enver looked down at his legs, trying to find it, because he knew it was there, when he realized it was on the outside of his thigh and not the inside. "I've got to stand though." He warned her before he actually stood and then came to a standstill. He could probably show her what he had to show her with a quick yank of his boxers upwards, or he could...Yep, that's what he'd do. Enver nodded his head, turned to his side, so the right side of his body was facing her and dropped his drawers. Wasn't like she didn't see what he was working with yesterday. "That one was from a Paladin's blade a few weeks back. Before I died." He pointed to it, then just stood there. It was awkward to be in this scenario as it progressed further, only because there was very little reaction from his counterpart.
Keara: She quickly did the math of it all. He had 5 scars and the 3 of those he’d acquired just in the time she’d known him. If things kept up at this rate, he’d be covered in scars and then it wouldn’t matter if she appreciated his form or not in its current state. This particular scar she couldn’t touch as he was out of range and so she just sat there and focused on something she could say instead. “Like I do your arms…hands…wrists,” she volunteered the rather short list of things she liked about his form but didn’t explain why. Truth was she might not have been able to explain her reasoning’s and/or her thought process had more to do with other reasons outside of the aesthetic.
Enver: As she talked, Enver pulled his boxers back up and looked down at his hands. "Yeah?" He grinned wider as he hopped back on the bed and sat across from her again. "Never been complimented on my wrists before." He shrugged as he looked those over again. They seemed average to him, but if she liked them, that was all that mattered in his mind. He wasn't bothered that she didn't like all of his body, or that so few parts stuck out to her, Enver was a lot of things but vain wasn't one of them. He held out his wrists and hands for her. "Take them." He had meant to offer them, but it had instead come out as a direction. "Show me what you like about them. Without using words, make me believe you like them." And he sat there and waited.
Keara: He thrust his hands at her and as instructed she took a hold of them at the wrist but for the life of her she had no idea how to show she liked them, she just did. She was beginning to regret saying anything now but even as she sat there undecided, her eyes wandered to the veins on his right wrist. Looking up at him, still holding his wrists, she asked, “Know I do not how to do what asked of me you have. Though wish I do to comply.”
Enver: He nodded his head, knowing it'd be difficult for her. Sure, she'd been married before, but for whatever reason, Ven didn't appreciate her (or so Enver had led himself to believe) in all the ways he could. In all the ways a husband should. "It's about instinct really." Enver started as he pulled one of his arms away from her hold slowly. "For example, I've always found a woman's um, *** to be a real turn on." His grin doubled as his hand moved to one of her cheeks and gave it a quick, good, firm squeeze. "And now you know, I appreciate yours." He chuckled and took his hand back before she smacked it away.
Keara: She knew she should slap him as a part of her was calling for it so loudly she could barely concentrate on anything else but even as he’d started to explain to her how he appreciated her form, her eyes were back on the wrist she still had in her hands, as she wasn’t about to let his right hand go. His touch went seemingly unnoticed as she trailed her fingers over the vein on his wrist and brought his arm up so she could inspect it better. She barely heard a word he said being so engrossed in what she was doing but the word instinct stood out loud and clear. What were her instincts trying to tell her? She could kiss it, she supposed but then he didn’t like it when she kissed the back of his hand. A very small, faint voice was whispering something to her that she could barely even believe she was thinking as the very thought of it should have made her stomach turn and yet the thought brought with it the very same fluttering in her stomach that she had every time their lips met. If he wanted her to act on instinct, this surely was a sign of something good…right? If she was going to do what she was thinking, she had to act quick or she knew her rational self would talk her out of it and so she closed her eyes and bit down on his wrist, holding it with both hands; one holding his palm, the other his midway up his radial bone. She didn’t dare drink his blood, she wasn’t so far gone that she’d resort to that, but she held his arm in place for a few long moments before she withdrew her fangs and looked at the bloodied markings she’d left.
Enver: He wondered what was so fascinating about his veins, the reason she was playing with the larger of them in his wrist. Did it stand out too far and that's why she liked it? Because it sort of commanded attention in its own way. Enver didn't think it looked funny, so he wasn't sure why she was so focused on it. He was about to say something about what else he liked about her, when she raised it more, making him remain silent as he merely watched. Then she did something he hadn't thought she'd ever do, which had Enver's posture grow rigid for a very brief second. His chest rumbled as Enver reacted accordingly to what it was Keara had unintentionally stirred within him from that one movement. Having hunted animals, she could have compared it to a low growl, only the difference was it wasn't one of threat or warning to her, at least not in the defensive way. It was however, a warning of something else should she continue.
Keara: The had on his arm, slid towards the wrist and she wiped at one of the bloodied holes, smearing his blood across his arm, only then realising that some his essence must be upon her fangs also. Instinct again caused her to lick them clean before it registered what she was doing. His growl was likely a warning at her to stop what she’d done and yet he didn’t try to retrieve his appendage from her, which left her a little confused. Internally she was screaming at herself for having ingested the tiny amount of his blood that she had, as that act was clearly forbidden in the old code, but then that is what is was…old, outdated. She wasn’t even sure if she was coveting it, as she hadn’t meant to taste it…had she? It was so different to anything she’d ever tasted before and she closed her eyes and thought about it for a moment. Power ran in it perhaps. Though perhaps she was imagining that, perhaps she merely liked the taste as it was his. Needing to know more, she brought his wrist back to her lips and licked the puncture marks. “Taste….” She began, but then her words deserted her, as she had none to describe the taste of him.
Enver: She hadn't bit him again, but she hadn't given up his wrist either. Did he want her to? No. He decided he didn't want her to, because maybe she would bite him again. He was a sucker for her fangs, whenever they peeked out beneath a smile of hers, but the fact she was actually tasting his blood, something he was pretty sure she abhorred had Enver's mind in a whirlwind. She must really think highly of his wrists! But that was stupid, wasn't it? The idea of her drinking blood from his wrists meant she was in to his wrists? Blood was everywhere in his body, so she had in a roundabout way, shown Enver what she thought of him and wanted to do to him (in his mind). He didn't say anything about how he might taste, because he didn't know, in fact he didn't comment at all. Enver's free hand wrapped around her arm and pulled her, as if pulling her to him. He needed to kiss her. Or maybe he wanted to. Didn't matter, the urge was just there, from what she'd done to him. So, he moved to claim her lips, regardless of them being a little bloody from his blood.
Keara: A strange sensation ran through her and as he pulled her in, she didn’t dare fight him giving way to what could only be described as a hunger for him as their lips met. She may not have had the words to describe how much she desired him but it seemed on some level her physical being knew how to show it. She wrapped her arms around him, her body calmer than the last time she attempted the simple action. One hand pushed into the centre of his spine and the other ran through his hair. The scent of him was maddening and for all intents and purposes she had become a slave to her emotions. How on earth he brought this out in her was anyone’s guess, and while they quite reasonably could have assumed he had pacified her, they both knew he’d not attempted anything of the sort.
Enver: His arms crushed her to him as she responded back in the way he felt around her in moments like these, or most moments he was with her, being his cheeky, flirty self. He growled against her lips as his hands roamed her back, and then pushed against her, using his weight to get her back on their bed. His lips were momentarily separated due to getting her there too quickly or too slowly once she had found the bed and it caused him to pause. How'd they get here? Weren't they supposed to be doing something? Enver stared down at her and mustered up every ounce of willpower in him to not continue. The male punched at a pillow in frustration, because he wanted to, but the lack of contact had weaned his lust filled desires for the moment
Keara: When he pulled away from her she should have felt something, she wanted to keep him against her, she wanted him to be kissing her and yet…nothing. There was no reaction from her at all. She lay there dumbstruck as to what had happened. Was it a dream? Had she done that? Had he used his powers on her? The answer was ‘yes’ to only one of those and the blame rested squarely on her shoulders. She covered her face with her hands and sighed softly before dropping her hands to her sides. Keara looked up at Enver, her eyes probably asking the exact same questions of him as she’d asked herself and yet still, no words came from her lips.
Enver: With her lack of words and actions, it was obvious their moment was lost. Enver could have kicked himself as he sighed, cleared his throat and leaned back. He didn't know what to say or do either. At least, not in what she was probably looking for. He definitely knew what he wanted to do and his eyes betrayed his thoughts as they lingered up the length of her body. "Yeah. That's pretty much all I've got tonight with that lesson." Enver muttered, frustrated at her. No, frustrated at himself. He moved to the edge of the bed, mostly because he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop himself again if they touched again, a thumb going to the bites she made on his right wrist as he sat there, sorting out what had happened in his mind.
Keara: It took a while to register what he was saying. This whole thing started because she wanted him to teach her something and he had tried, it was her that had led them down this path and she knew that, so when he moved away, his frustration at the whole thing clear in everything he did, she wasn’t sure how to get him back. Not that she thought he was going to leave or anything but they had a habit of doing silly stuff like this and emotions between them ran hot and cold as if some insolent child were playing with the taps. Slowly she stretched herself out on the covers, using her hands against the headboard to push herself further down the bed, so that her foot could reach him where upon she gently kicked in the small of his back. “Lying you are again,” she teased, knowing that wasn’t all he had to show and knowing that she was the reason he was now upset with her. She wanted to distract him and make him feel better about it all, she wasn’t angry, even if the boundaries she’d drawn a few weeks back were as good as having been drawn in sand, rubbed out and moved a mile down the beach. She liked that though actually, as it reminded her of the mess that still awaited Enver in his apartment and in that moment she laughed.
Enver: He felt something on his back and turned a little to see what it was, glad for the distraction. Her foot caught his attention and then her words before he snorted at them. No, that wasn't all he had to teach her, not by a long shot. She laughed, at what, he wasn't sure of, so he looked around the room, half expecting to see something funny. Only he didn't. "Lying's such a black and white term. There's grey." He reminded her as he stood, the urge to shower now stronger than it had been about an hour or so ago. "Sometimes, telling a small lie is for a good reason." He nodded and nudged his head to the shower. "Since you're in no hurry." He gave her a teasing grin, then jetted off to the bathroom.
Keara: She frowned momentarily when he left the room, then kicked herself up and off the bed and ran after him, standing in the doorway in much the same manner as she’d done the night before. “Like grey I do not. Black and white me better suits,” she commented. “What good reason have you for to me to lie this time? Angry am I not for what between us happened did. Blame at my feet lies. In fact…” she moved into the bathroom and took a hold of the wrist she’d bitten with both hands, her thumbs moving over the marks. “Apologise for that I must. Never have I such a thing to any of our kind done.”
Enver: Enver listened, though his back was to her, as he decided to brush his teeth first. He hadn't gotten very far, had only uncapped the toothpaste when she grabbed at his wrist and caused him to turn to his side a little. When she apologized, he started at her. He couldn't believe it. It was like they were backpedalling. "Don't." Enver grumbled out as he pulled his arm away from her. "Ever apologize for acting for how you feel. Especially not for that." He frowned a little. "Unless you didn't like it." He didn't wait for her reply, because he already knew that wasn't true, so he instead moved around her and pushed her against the sink. "You don't want me to lie?" Enver shrugged. "Fair enough. Do you know what I want to do to you?" A hand went to her thigh and started to inch up her nightie. "I want to put you up against this sink and show you everything else you could; no, will learn. Against the wall, in our bed, the floor. Hell, just about anywhere. That what you wanted to hear? I doubt it." His hand roamed around to her butt again and gave it a soft squeeze as he pushed away from her.
Keara: Apparently that was the line he couldn’t cross, as after everything he just did and said she slapped him across the face. Once again she had no idea why she did it but unlike the other times she’d done it, this time she sure as hell wasn’t apologising for it. “Remember not to apologise in future then I shall.” Her tone wasn’t cold but it possibly came across that way as now she was the one frustrated with the way things were between them. She hadn’t cared what his answer was and a part of her was even curious to know what it was she’d learn in time but the constant push and pull she felt with him, that was what caused this change in mood. “Presume you should never to know what want I do from you to hear.” A slight hint of anger came with that comment and she lashed out as if to strike him again.
Enver: He reeled back from her, his eyes narrowing. "Yeah? Well at least it was the god damn truth. What you want. Or so you said." He spat out, then moved around her to get out of the bathroom. "Next time, I'll remind myself to not do that." He grumbled as he rubbed at his face and headed to his drawers to pull out some clothes. He didn't even care what it was, sure he had things in here that went with whatever pants he had. It was all Ven's fault, in his mind. How someone could be married to someone for that long and not even think about half the things he wanted to do to her was beyond him. "So, sorry, sweetheart." His tone was slightly sarcastic as Enver pulled a black t-shirt over his head that said some bar's name with a juke box on the front of it.
Keara: They did this all too often and she was really becoming tired of it, or at least she thought she was as deep down a part of her kind of liked the back and forth they had going as it kept things interesting. She followed him back to the bedroom and the moment the t-shirt went over his head she grabbed his arm, turned him around and pushed him against the chest of drawers; a gesture she was sure he’d understand even if it was the reversed now. She placed her hands on his face and forced him to look at her. “Enver,” she said sternly. “Always from you shall I the truth want to hear. Fear that I do not. Understand this…what happening now is…I do not. Everything good between us was, till you from the bed did move.” How she was going to resolve this she wasn’t sure but she was determined that neither of them would be leaving until things had calmed between them once more.
Enver: He didn't move once she positioned him where she wanted him. With her hands on his face, he looked at her and focused on her face. No, more like her eyes. Was it odd that when they were like this, he couldn't even remember half the time what had set him off? Was it some sort of shadow power that snuffed the emotions out of him, or was it her? Enver's jaw clenched as he tried to remember why he'd even move from the bed, because things had been ******* great until then. Or seconds before then. "I moved because I-" He rubbed at the back of his neck. "Because of what I said. And this." He held his wrist up to her, the one she had bit. "When you did that-" He cleared his throat. "I could barely control myself, Keara." He looked away as he ran a hand through his hair.
Keara: When he started to talk to her she dropped her hands but made sure she was ready to grab him if he went to leave but he didn’t. When he held up his wrist she felt a slight tinge of guilt due to the words that accompanied it, as she wasn’t sure what exactly it was that he had been trying to control. As she played everything back in her mind, she decided there was only one thing that could be done. “Back to bed we go,” she said as she grabbed him by his wounded wrist. With all the strength she possessed, which was a lot more than he had to fight her with, she dragged him back over to the bed, stepped up on to it and walked as far as she could without letting go of him. Flopping down onto the mattress, she tugged him towards her, hoping he’d see some method in her madness.
Enver: His jaw dropped a little when she suggested what she suggested. His look of surprise didn't last too long because she was tugging him to the bed, without him getting a word in edge wise, until she was on the bed. "I'm not really sure just being on-" Words were cut off as he followed after her, and was over her on the bed. Talking, he decided wasn't needed anymore, because she wanted him here. She wanted them here, in bed. Even if she knew what might happen again. And it probably would. A hand went to her cheek as he stroked it, the male looking down at her face. He wanted to kiss her, only he didn't. Instead, Enver was curious what would happen if the roles were reversed. He brought one of her hands to his lips, brushed them against it gently, then trailed them down the length of the hand and around to the inside of her wrists, where he nibbled on it gently, until his fangs had elongated and could pierce her own skin, black blood surfacing through.
Keara: He started to argue against her plan but stopped mid-sentence, obviously realising that merit of it, at least which was what she thought. She was soon proved right in her thinking when he joined her on the bed and forgetting his frustrations began kissing her hand. A part of her wanted to laugh as he kissed higher up her hand and onto her wrist, he’d never done that before and he left her skin alive and tingling at his touch as he went. A few weeks back such sensations were alien to her but now she kind of enjoyed the fact that she could feel his actions long after they’d happened. When he mirrored what she’d done to him and bit into her wrist, her body froze and she was unable, or perhaps unwilling, to try and pull her hand away from him. As the fangs penetrated her flawless flesh, she gasped more out of surprise than anything else but that abrupt noise quickly gave way to something else as a soft, sultry growl escaped her lips. As a reflex, she closed her eyes and bit into her lower lip. She always closed her eyes to think and reflect on something and this time was no different as she tried to recall ever being bitten. She was sure at some point some filthy Necuratist had caught her by surprise and she’d been bitten by creatures on more occasions than she could count but this…this was an entirely different experience.
Enver: She froze and he waited. Waited for the inevitable slap that would come, which would be fair enough, maybe. He certainly was pushing things tonight. But when she did something else, something Enver hadn't thought he would hear her do, quite yet, he grinned down at her to see her eyes closed. It was all he needed to know that she was enjoying herself and had enjoyed what he had just done, even at the potential risk of the rumors about becoming one of those N-rat things. Enver was a conflicted man. From what he was told and believed, Keara hadn't done anything close to this, ever. Which was why the male was pretty damn sure he was impotent or something. But a voice inside his head was screaming what it was he already knew he wanted to do and was pretty sure what Keara wanted him to do.
