Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Feb 27, 2009 22:59:03 GMT 1
Dacian was not an overly promiscuous man, but that was not to say he didn’t enjoy a good woman when the opportunity arose. He’d gotten himself in a fair amount of trouble with his choice of bed partners before, but that didn’t usually stop him. He had a habit of perusing women who either required patience to persuade or whom already had attachments to other men. He was traditional in his tastes, preferring wholesomeness over striking beauty, though female vampires also suffered from a leanness that tended to favour harsher shapes than his favoured curves.
Dacian did desire mortal women, almost equally as much as his own race, but when you were close to someone and all you could think about was her heartbeat they were defined as food. It was hard to think of your food in a sexual nature. Dacian craved mortal women like a mortal man would crave a roast dinner or some salty chips, and similarly, he was as likely to sleep with them as a normal man with his favoured foodstuff.
As soon as he’d discovered Cassie was Edward’s, she had been removed from the menu and had somehow slipped into the category of object of sexual desire. He supposed the fact that she was connected to Edward made her more desirable, but mostly it was her blatant attraction to him that encouraged him. Her heartbeat was more like a siren, warning him as the levels of want became dangerously high. He’d pushed it further than this before, but already he was glad he would not have to hold back when the time would usually come to stop.
Her fingers in his hair set his scalp tingling, and his eyes had fluttered closed at the sensation. The dampness of his hair had already begun to cool his skull, and her warm fingers threading through his hair at the nape of his neck felt delectable. He was tempted now to close that infinitesimal gap between their lips, but her necessity for it gave him the strength to resist. Teasing her would bring ultimately more rewards than the instant satisfaction of kissing her again.
Avoiding a direct kiss, he placed a delicate one on the very corner of her mouth, though that was enough to make his lips tingle. “Let me know when it’s enough.” He whispered, cautiously tracing the upper curve of her breast until her found the ‘V’ of her shirt. He’d been very careful before now about the absence of clothes, though there seemed little point as he was as good as naked in just a towel. With deliberate slowness, Dacian began unfastening the buttons on her chequered shirt. Her pleading almost ruined his composure, though he paused, took a steadying breath and continued.
His mouth hovered over hers – firmly resisting her pull – keeping his lips a set distance from hers. If she wanted them to meet, she would have to initiate it. That was the deal, after all. He might have been breaking it a little by undressing her inch by inch, but there was only so much even a man of Dacian’s tenure could resist.
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Feb 28, 2009 2:59:34 GMT 1
Cassie could get used to this. No pressure, no agonising over work or Ed, no more moping and feeling miserable because Dacian was back. The Dacian she knew, not the harsh vampire that had been so angry with her before, but the man that could send shivers down her spine with a simple peck of a kiss. It was barely more than a momentary brush of his lips at the corner of her mouth, but Cassie tried to follow it, lifting her head half an inch before dropping back into the cup of his hand frustrated.
With agonising slowness his hand shifted to the fastenings of her shirt, fingers working the fabric to slip the buttons loose. Well, that was new. Each smooth move brushed his fingertips over her skin beneath, only helping to heighten the anticipation. Before their clothing had remained strictly in tact, acting as a last, and very effective, barrier against going all the way. The two weeks were up, Dacian’s arm was well on the way to mended as evidenced by way he was using both hands to drive her to distraction. Fingers of one hand buried in her hair while the other studiously worked at her shirt.
She didn’t want to be the one to give in and kiss him first, didn’t want to appear the more needy of the two of them. But it was getting harder and harder to resist and Cassie’s self-discipline had never been all that great to start with. She gave a soft sigh, resigning herself to her not unwelcome fate and lifted her head. Her lips met his and she wasn’t convinced the delightful swoop her stomach gave at the contact was entirely down to the vampire bite. [/font]
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Feb 28, 2009 10:24:41 GMT 1
As each button gave under his fingers, his eagerness grew. It was a strange feeling to be losing control so easily, and he had to hold himself back so this wouldn’t turn into some frantic mess. Cassie deserved more, and he knew he could give it to her. It was so tempting just to kiss her, but he would not be the one to fold on this.
The last of the buttons gave, and she kissed him as he simultaneously gained access to her slender torso with his inquisitive hand. He swallowed a groan, pushing into the kiss with as mush zeal as she. He was past caring if she nicked herself on his fangs this time. Her blood would only add to the experience rather than distract from it. Tasting her on his tongue would only throw fuel on the already raging fire.
The bench preventing him from gaining any more body contact with her was beginning to get frustrating. Kneeling beside her gave him only what he could touch of her with his hands and kiss of her with his lips. The rest of him was left redundant to kneel on the increasingly uncomfortable floor.
His right hand impatiently smoothed over her stomach and waist, wanting to learn all those soft contours all at once. When her abdomen was thoroughly mapped, he strayed into more dangerous territory. Her ribs were delicate, individually distinctive under the skin without being too harsh. Everything about Cassie was slender, demanded equal attention. As Dacian’s hand found the barrier of underwear, he gave an involuntary moan. His fingers traced the outline of the bra, slipping around her back to toy with the clasp before leaving it fastened. Wasn’t there something he had meant to ask? It probably wasn’t important.
The man’s hand came back to her sternum, creeping with maddening slowness over the fabric cup, the aim of the teasing to drive them both into lunacy. His other hand tightened in her hair, quite happy to oblige in their need to be closer by pulling her just short of crushingly close. The kiss was as delightful as he remembered it being, and that desperate edge accompanying it only made it better. They were racing toward that invisible line he had drawn just over two weeks ago, if they hadn’t passed it already, and he had no intention of stopping.
That bench was really starting to infuriate him, but somehow he thought dragging Cassie onto the cold hard floor would spoil the delightful raging heat they were building. Dacian wasn’t the most romantic of men, but he was refined enough to realise a dressing room floor was no place for this, especially with Cassie’s distaste for anything cold. His addled mind groped for somewhere nearby to take this, and he remembered the storage cupboard. More of a room than a cupboard, it housed all the necessary bits and pieces for a stadium like this, including a rather gigantic pile of fabrics that he had assumed to be banners.
About to make ready to scoop her up and carry her off, his mind cleared enough to remember that one thing. Deepening the kiss, he pulled away teasingly. “Promise me one thing.” He whispered around panting breaths (just because he didn’t need to breathe didn’t mean he wasn’t partial to allowing himself to feel the ragged pull of air through his throat when it was laced with her scent). Dacian waited for her breathless accent before continuing. Anything? He should use this method of persuasion more in the future. “Quit. No more strip clubs.” No more Silas Rosier, he added to himself.
Assuming her answer would be a yes, he shifted the focus of his lips to her ear so she could at least speak and he could encourage the answer he was expecting to hear with nibbling and suggestive breathing. It wasn’t an unreasonable promise to want her to make. At least he hadn’t asked her to leave Edward or refrain from wearing that ridiculous stud in her nose. Compared to what he could demand, he thought it was fairly sensible. It was only a job, and as he was quite sure she only had it because Silas knew of her affiliation with him, it made sense for her to abandon it. His right hand had found the clasp of her skirt and was fiddling with it. All he needed what that agreement and they could continue to lose themselves in each other.
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Feb 28, 2009 12:49:34 GMT 1
As she pressed eagerly forwards Cassie felt Dacian’s hand finish undoing the final button on her shirt and slip beneath the fabric to trace over the warm skin of her stomach. She gasped into the kiss, relishing in the feel of his fingers exploring previously uncharted territory. Cassie was slightly surprised to find no resistance to her tongue sliding forwards to deepen the kiss, but she wasn’t going to question it as she lost herself in the sensation, coming dangerously close to snagging her lip on his teeth more than once.
Her heart was thundering in her chest and she quivered as his hand trailed from her hipbone to her ribs. It was intoxicating, his touch driving her to new heights of pleasure. It wasn’t enough, she wanted more, she wanted it all. The feel of his body along the length of hers, the way his hips had pressed insistently against her. It wasn’t going to happen while she was lying on the bench, there was barely enough for one person on the narrow wooden slats, let alone two that definitely wouldn’t be keeping still.
Cassie let out a needy moan, her hand still tugging at the back of his neck, as though she could drag him closer still. At least she had Dacian’s hand to distract her, skirting around the fabric of her bra and coming teasingly close to undoing the clasp at the back. If he was trying to drive her insane it was working, a fog of lust had settled over her mind only letting her focus on her desperation to take things further. This time there were no limits.
It took several seconds for Dacian’s words to register. What? How was he even coherent enough to talk, let alone ask for anything other than more? Cassie moaned, brow furrowing as she tried to think of the appropriate response. ”Anything.” Yeah, that was it. It couldn’t stop now, not when they were so close. Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch up on the oxygen she’d missed while they’d been kissing.
Dacian nibbling at her ear was a further distraction that almost made her miss the request. Eventually it sunk in and Cassie’s eyes blinked open as she stiffened. ”What?” She asked, not sure she’d heard him right. Her job had nothing to do with this, he was being totally unreasonable! Her hand dropped from his neck to find his fingers beneath her shirt and still the touch. ”No!” Cassie said, still disbelieving. ”How can you even ask me that?” [/font]
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Feb 28, 2009 17:26:30 GMT 1
There were many times in life that you wished you had just kept your mouth shut. Apparently six-hundred years of existence didn’t solve some idiosyncrasies. Dacian felt her stiffen, and knew instantly he had pushed his luck that little bit too far. Figuring he didn’t have much left to lose, he let a playful growl play in the back of his throat. “Easy; ‘Quit’, ‘resign’, ‘give in your notice’, ‘leave your job’. You can find work elsewhere, just not there.”
Her hand had come to settle on his and quell its movement. His hand shrugged out from under it, laying his palm firmly over her stomach. “Don’t tell me you enjoy it.” He huffed, refusing to put any distance between them despite her objections. His lips trailed across her cheek, catching the corner of her mouth with more kisses. “You said anything.” He murmured, his fingers at the back of her head caressing gently. “What have I asked of you before for which I gave you nothing in return?” Laying on the guilt was something he’d done before, and he’d regretted it later, but this was for her benefit. Silas Rosier was not getting his dirty claws into Cassie, of that he was adamant.
He was letting the heat dissipate, and that was bad. Cassie would not respond well with a clear head; he had to keep her in that state that had promised him ‘anything’. In that frame of mind, he could take anything he wanted from her. Dacian might have felt guilty manipulating her like this if it wasn't for the fact that Silas was indirectly involved. In the grand scheme of things, she was just an immature mortal. She would understand if she had the rationale of years.
The man kept his hold on her, nuzzling her cheek with his and whispering against her ear. “All you have to do is say yes. It’s just a job.” In a roundabout way, he was asking her to give up her job for sex, and he should have known it wouldn’t work. Cassie was a modern woman to the core, and they were overly possessive of things they considered their own. Dacian was archaic, perhaps another subconscious reason why he reserved his bed habits for members of his own race who were equally outdated.
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Feb 28, 2009 18:20:04 GMT 1
Cassie gave a huff of annoyance. She’d understood what he’d said, there was no reason to be patronising about it, she’d just been too shocked to believe it. ”No,” Her lips pressed into a thin line. ”I can work where I want.” She corrected, growing increasingly agitated. Even Ed hadn’t dared to outright tell her to quit. Sure he hadn’t been happy about the arrangement and he’d tried to dissuade her, but once he’d realised she wasn’t going to change her mind that had been it.
”I do enjoy it.” She argued, by this point Cassie would have said anything just to contradict him. It wasn’t a lie exactly, more an exaggeration. It wasn’t much fun carrying drinks around and avoiding the guy with the grabby hands, but the pay more than made up for it. She didn’t elaborate further, didn’t get the chance because she was trying not to let her scowl melt away as his lips placed kisses across her cheek.
No, she wasn’t going to let him distract her. Dacian had already slipped his hand from under hers, resting it back on her stomach in a way that set her skin tingling all over again. That was a dirty trick. ”I didn’t realise what you were going to ask for.” The excuse sounded weak even to her own ears and Cassie’s anger faded long enough to let a bit of guilt slip in. ”And that was different.” All their previous arrangements had been fair for a start. She wasn’t going to give up her job for a quick fumble in a changing room, as tempting as it was with Dacian still pressing so close.
”But it’s my job!” She whined, certain he would have heard the way her heart fluttered and her breath hitched as he nuzzled closer. It just made Cassie feel angry at herself for letting him affect her so easily. ”Why does it matter so much to you where I work?” She put a hand to his shoulder and gave a gentle push. She was too much of a mess of desire and need to think clearly, the only way to fix that would be to get some space. [/font]
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Feb 28, 2009 18:54:27 GMT 1
It seemed Cassie was insistent. Why was employment so important? He hadn’t had a paid job in the traditional sense for centuries and he got along just fine. Albeit he had no permanent residence and anything he needed he resorted to stealing, but he had long lost the need to accumulate wealth. So long as he was safe, he was happy. He couldn’t fathom why Cassie even enjoyed the demeaning work.
“Anything is a dangerous offer, Cassie; you should always read the contract before signing it.” His tone was a little sterner, but he still lingered close. He kissed her closed lips before relenting to her slight push. His right hand stayed on her abdomen, refusing to be ousted. He had stopped pestering her with his mouth, and that was all he was willing to yield.
“It just matters.” He huffed, wide pupils keeping eye-contact with hers. Could she even comprehend his hatred for her employer? Would it scare her to know exactly how vicious his intentions could get? Most likely. He retracted his left arm slowly, laying her head back on the makeshift cloak pillow. With an almost tender look on his face, he followed the stroke of his thumb as he brushed it over her cheek.
Dacian lifted the arm, turning the forearm to face her. The muscle combination caused a twinge of pain, but he shrugged it off. The blackened scar stood out on the slightly pinker skin of his forearm, the mirrored engravings on the cross that had caused it were more distinctive now. He let her take a good look at the scar before he spoke in a soft voice, fighting hard to keep it neutral. “Edward might have pulled the trigger, but Silas Rosier gave him the gun, loaded it and showed him how to aim.” His lip gave an involuntary curl and he looked away from the blond before she could see that hazardous expression.
“Your boss is as much a monster as I am. The difference is I fight my own battles. I do not want him near you.” The vampire turned back to face her, his expression sincere. “He’ll use you.”
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Mar 1, 2009 18:21:09 GMT 1
Almost as soon as Cassie pushed Dacian away from her she regretted it. Without his lips, his proximity to distract her she had nothing to focus on but her growing anger. Nothing was ever simple, they could never just enjoy each other’s company. This was why she liked travelling around, she could move on before things got complicated. Not that she’d had a chance to even begin to get settled before the shit hit the fan in Hogsmeade.
”You shouldn’t ask things of me when you know I won’t want to give them.” She snapped right back. Cassie wasn’t entirely sure why the job mattered so much. She’d only been working a few days and there would be other places to work. It was just the principle of the matter. She could see no legitimate reason for Dacian wanting her to quit. Okay yes, it was a strip club, but it wasn’t like she was the one taking her clothes off.
Dacian’s hand slipped from under her head and Cassie watched him, meeting his steady gaze and wondering how he could possibly think that ‘it just matters’ was a good enough reason. Despite herself she leaned into the touch as his fingers brushed past her cheek. This was getting ridiculous, how could she berate him when she was lying down? Cassie sat up, twisting so she could keep facing him and doing nothing to dislodge the hand on her stomach. She didn’t want to lose all contact with him.
The nausea had settled and the dizzy spell that washed over her was barely more than a background annoyance. She had other, more important, things to focus on, like the blackened scar in the shape of a cross Dacian was presenting to her. If this was some ploy for sympathy it wasn’t going to work. Or maybe it was, Cassie felt her anger dissipating as he spoke, her gaze flicking to his face just as he looked away. No wonder he didn’t want her working at Scores.
Silas Rosier wanted to hurt Dacian. Cassie was struggling to believe it, he’d been nothing but nice to her since she started working for him. She barely knew him though and she was far more willing to believe the idea had been his than Ed’s. ”I didn’t know.” She said quietly, feeling bad that she’d reacted so badly to his request. He’d only been trying to look out for her. Cassie felt the smallest of smiles quirking the corners of her lips.
It wasn’t like her to get all sentimental over a guy getting protective, but she couldn’t help using it as proof that Dacian cared. It was probably a little inconsistent that she could get spitting mad when she’d thought he was trying to protect her from a couple of lecherous looks, but she was happy that he was trying to protect her from a man clearly involved in shadier dealings than she’d realised. Perhaps she was delirious after all.
”You’re not a monster.” Cassie told him earnestly, her hand going to his injured arm, not quite daring to touch in case it hurt and settling for holding his hand instead. ”But I can look after myself,” She tried to reassure him, giving his hand a little squeeze. ”I won’t let him use me.” It seemed that all the people she met in Hogsmeade were tangled together and she was very much out of the loop. [/font]
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Post by Dacian on Mar 1, 2009 22:10:49 GMT 1
At least he wasn’t entirely rebuffed evidenced by the way she leaned into his touch. He didn’t look pleased when she sat up, but he allowed it. His right hand on her stomach slipped to her waist, absently stroking the curve between hip and rib. She did seem well enough to sit, so he did not insist she lay down again. Besides, it was easier to talk when he wasn’t looking down on her. This was not a battle of wills, this was common sense. If he had to bully her into believing the danger she was in, she most likely deserved whatever came to her. His jaw clenched. Whether she deserved it or not, her stubbornness would not get her hurt: he would see to that.
What was flummoxing was how she seemed to believe him, yet insisted that she could look after herself. Dacian turned his gaze on her, obviously not impressed. “I’m telling you this because you should be aware of the immediate danger to you. There is a lot you don’t know, and most of it you'll never know. All that you do need to know is that I will not let you return there, and if you insist on trying, you will give me a responsibility that I cannot perform.”
Shuffling forward, he used the bench seat between her knees to stop the towel slipping and looked up that few inches into her colourless eyes. His fingers automatically curled around hers, and he held the hand she offered tightly. She was trying to reassure him, but she didn’t understand the magnitude of the situation. He didn’t want to scare her, but he didn’t want to let her be so naïve. “I don’t doubt your little arsenal of spells can keep you safe from an every-day ‘threat’, but this is real, Cassie. Silas is a dangerous man. If he can do this to me, you don’t stand a chance.” He wished the knife wound from the few nights previously was still visible.
The mark on his arm was still too sensitive to the touch, but he took her hand and put it to the similar mark just below his heart. “I can live forever. I can heal mortal wounds and they won’t leave a mark but this, these will not fade. They’ll always be there, they’ll always ache. You saw what this one did to me,” He shifted his left arm for emphasis, “If Rosier can do this to me, I dread to think what he can do to you.” His jaw clenched again, and he steeled himself to keep eye-contact while he admitted the next, “And I can’t stop him.” Weakness was not something Dacian ever liked to admit to, especially to a mortal, but Cassie had to hear it.
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Mar 1, 2009 23:33:27 GMT 1
This was most definitely a battle of wills. Cassie wasn’t going to let Dacian sweep her off her feet and tell her what to do. And the way he was looking at her, god that was so irritating, like he was about as convinced she could keep herself out of trouble as he was certain he could walk about in the sunlight. It made her feel pathetic, which in turn just got on her nerves. She’d seen the way he shied away from her wand and she had a good mind to pull it out of her boot to remind him she wasn’t completely defenceless.
”Right, I’m aware now.” She told him, narrowing her eyes in return to his unimpressed gaze. ”It’s not going to stop me from going back to work. I’m not just going to run away at the first sign of trouble. Silas hasn’t even tried to do anything to me!” Cassie thought her boss at least deserved a chance to explain himself, not that she’d exactly get the chance to ask him. Not without giving Dacian away and she wasn’t quite ready to do that even if he was being a stubborn ass.
She had to snort at that. ”Surprisingly enough, Dacian, I don’t get threats every day.” Cassie pointed out. She was beginning to think there was a slight chance Dacian had done something to provoke Silas. While she didn’t know all the facts Ed had mentioned that the vampire hadn’t exactly been the innocent party in this whole mess. She knew for a fact it took a lot to get Ed to snap like that, having spent most of her early years at school trying to get under his skin.
The skin of the scar on his chest felt strange under her fingers and only reminded her of the night he’d come stumbling into her room, fresh burns on his arm. Fear tightened her stomach, but she suppressed it. Cassie was in no way capable of handling pain like that, but she didn’t want Dacian to know that, then he’d have as good as won the debate. ”Yes, I get it, you’re a big scary vampire and even you’re wary of Silas. Just because I haven’t used many spells around you doesn’t mean I’m not capable of performing them.” [/font]
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