goodbye_sun (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} 100daysofsorrow) wrote,@ 2008-03-15 17:19:00 |
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| Entry tags: | 26 - chapter 26 |
Chapter 26
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
- Dorothy Parker
Warnings/Bonuses: Adult themes. Course language. Cheesy pick up line. Partially undressed pixels. Strong sexual references.
4311 Esplanade, Seascape. November 13, 2005. 10:39 pm  The past few days had brought on a dull routine for which only one of them was grateful. The pace Daniel set for them left every activity rehearsed and predictable that they had not bothered to speak a word to each other since the night before. However, the mood in the lift had been anything but cordial. Daniel could feel the exasperation building in her as they moved upward; he could have sworn she sensed that something was different tonight.  In front of the door he dropped a key card into her hand. “What’s this?” she said, her brow furrowed. Daniel picked up the thin piece of rectangular plastic, spun it around in his fingers while he scrutinised it, “It appears to be the key.” “Don’t be an ass, I mean why are you giving them to me?” He pushed it back into her hand, “Because you will have a hard time getting in the room without it.”  Katia glowered at him, “You aren’t coming in then?” “Not tonight.” He nodded to her and started on his way back to the lift. “Why do you keep doing this?” Her reply was loud enough to attract the attention of a couple that were just exiting their room. They shot a look at Katia and Daniel, eyeing them both with apprehension.  He stopped and clenched the muscles along his back, and uttered to himself, “Why must you be so obstinate all the bloody time?” He spun around, pulled the card from her hand and slid it into the door mechanism, “Perhaps we should continue this in the room, out of earshot.” When the door popped open with a click he grabbed her arm and forced her inside, “What exactly are you having difficulty with?”  “We drive, we stop and you piss off every single night. You barely even speak to me.” Her hands came to rest abruptly on her hips, “Actually you don’t speak at all, you growl orders at me and that’s it.” His finger pressed into his forehead as he counted to ten in his head before he replied, “Katia, I am not going to spend all night arguing with you. I have much more appealing things to do. Just go find something to occupy yourself with.” She tapped her foot on the floor several times and with a huff took a look around the room, “Wow, it’s actually kind of nice.”  “I thought it might make it easier, being somewhere a bit more comfortable since we are going to be here a couple days.” “Two days? I thought we needed to keep moving.” “We are far enough ahead now for me to be able to track down an old friend and get caught up on a bit of information. However, it is another vampire, so you have to stay here.” With a mocking smile he added, “I do not think she would play nice if you were to get too close.”  A shiver forced her to rub her arms to ward of the goose bumps, “Who is she?” “That is personal.” Her eyes narrowed with suspicion, “So wait, how personal?” “Enjoy your stay Katia.” As he walked out he had to shake off the heavy feeling that followed as he shut the door. 22 Pottery Road, Seascape. November 13, 2005. 11:27 pm  Her heels clicked sharply on the marble tiles. Josephine loved the sound. She had picked this apartment just because of this floor. It was a ridiculous reason that landed her with a place that was far too large for her on simply an impulse, but when she walked across the room, she felt predatory. It was just the right mood to deal with her guest.  She had heard him let himself in half an hour before, but was determined to keep him waiting at least this long while she hunted through her closet for just the right thing to wear. He waited and she made an entrance. It was an understanding developed over many decades and served as a replacement for any sort of tedious small talk which attempted to explain the gaps between his visits.  As she walked towards him she put extra weight into each step, just enough to make her hips sway just that little bit more. “And what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” His eyes languished over her, “I just needed to see you.” Her arms folded briskly across her chest, “Who is it this time? You and I both know you only ever come here because you want to forget about someone else.” Delicately he slipped his index finger in behind her hand, coaxing it free and taking it into his own, “There is no one else.” Her head shook, but the motion was warmed with a playful smile, “You are a terrible liar.”  A small tug of her hand brought her closer, “Needing you is not a lie.” His head dipped in close to hers, his mouth just above her own, hesitating until she showed signs of returning the gesture by pressing her lips to his. Daniel pulled them out of increasingly deeper kisses until she leaned her body into his and softly whimpered if he began to move away.  Daniel moved his hands down the familiar curve of her back, dipping under the hem of her dress and letting his fingers follow the contour of her hips upward as he lifted her dress up over her head and out of his way. His own clothing quickly followed suit, all of which ended up in a crumpled pile on the floor. Unencumbered, he sank into the couch pulling her towards him. 22 Pottery Road, Seascape. November 15, 2005. 11:52 pm  “I really should go.” Tapping his chest Josephine teased, “Back into the arms of another woman.” “She is a harpy. I think she would rather dismember me than sleep with me. Or anything else for that matter.” “So you like her.” He peeked at her through half closed eyelids, “She is too infuriating to like.”  Her finger trailed gently down, only stopping to swirl across his abdomen, “But she is the reason you are here.” “Only because I needed someone sane to talk to.” “I do not believe you for even a single moment. You have always been so easily seduced by humanity.” “I have had enough of that as you well know. No, when this is done, I have no interest in delving into their concerns any more. I much prefer being seduced by the likes of you.” He stretched his shoulders and he pushed her hand downward.  “Quit trying to avoid the subject.” She said as she playfully pinched his side. “Stop, I have been brutalised by you enough over the past day.” Sighing he got up from the bed and began to pull on his clothes, “I know my faults well enough to not have you point them out to me. What about you though? You have not mentioned anyone to me for a while.” “I have been seeing someone. His name is Claudio.” She tilted her head up towards him, “ Does that make you jealous?” “Of someone name Claudio? Absolutely not.”  “I should banish you from my house for being so rude.” “How could I be jealous of you finding someone who makes you happy. Now give me a quick kiss goodbye before I go.” Their lips met in a soft understanding of the fondness and intimacy they shared. He held his forehead against hers for a few brief moments before letting his face slide into a wide devilish grin, “Expect to hear a woman shrieking like a banshee in about thirty minutes or so.” 4311 Esplanade, Seascape. November 16, 2005. 12:17 am  As Daniel walked in the room he was greeted by a forced silence. He clicked the door shut and headed towards the shower. The water was running by the time the scent of perfume and passion made Katia’s lip curl upward in anger.  |
