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noirenewyork2014-01-26 10:38 pm
showmeheaven) wrote in noirenewyork2014-01-26 10:38 pm
@ muserevival | 053.1. Muse prompt
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"Some die just to live." - Immortality, Eddie Vedder
Skye had an insanely infuriating day of trying to counteract a patch of writers block where she just couldn't get a decent paragraph to string together before she was getting tempted to throw her laptop at the wall and go out to get drunk. It was in a string of texts to both Xavier and Greg where she had beenbitching and moaning lamenting her Basic Bitch Human problems that Xavier told her to take the rest of the day away from her writing and come meet him and Greg at the Kindred HQ after their meeting. From there, she would get the limo home to the manor in Westchester with them (a vehicle she had jokingly nicknamed the "Batmobile") and watch some cheesy movie while she ate some awesome meal the chef made and they snacked on each other. Sounded like the perfect stress-reliever to her.
She arrived before the meeting was over, so she grabbed a to-go coffee from the cafe across the road and then headed up to the roof of the building for a cigarette. She wasn't a chain-smoker, not even close. But after a day like hers, she liked to have some vice that wouldn't leave her waking up with a raging hangover that had her driving the porcelain bus for all hours the next day and losing another productive day of precious hours she could be writing. She knew Xavier nor Greg would feed from her that night. It had been only a few days since they last did, and they always allowed plenty of time for her to re-stock. She was never, ever at risk of them harming her. In fact, if out of the entire world, they would probably protect her the most, with their lives. Not every chick could say that, could they?
If her nerves weren't already spent with trying to force the words onto the laptop screen, they were absolutely wasted when she stepped out of the stairwell onto the roof and her eyes landed on a dude standing over the rails up on the ledge, looking down at the drop below. It was a miracle she didn't wet her pants... or worse. She was pretty sure she would have been well within her rights to shit herself at that moment. Sure, it was Kindred Council HQ, but it was also the HQ of a company who employed an epic fuck ton of humans too. She didn't want to watch someone top themselves by jumping off a building! "OH MY FUCKING GOD, DON'T JUMP!" she screeched.
When he turned around and she saw the silver eyes and the fangs, she actually pressed her hand to her chest, exhaling heavily in relief. If he fell, he might get banged up a bit, but he wouldn't die. She hadn't personally met Jett Wilson yet, but she had heard a lot about him via Xavier and Greg. Molly's very new childer, and leaving a mortal life that wasn't even worth continuing. She had chatted to him online, and maybe - possibly - just a little, stalked his Facebook profile. She was a writer, she liked research. He was Aussie, and gorgeous. Of course, his Facebook page had been dripping in tribute post after tribute post from friends, family, colleagues, random members of the public mourning his sudden death and expressing sympathy over him losing his fight. Reading them had caused her to tear up, even if she had personal knowledge that he wasn't technically deceased any longer. His human self, however, was.
She recognised him now, but only had a very split second to realise it was him before he was suddenly springing back over the railings and pouncing on her. He had her pressed up against the wall, and there wasn't any point in protesting. He obviously needed feeding and maybe it was a borderline frenzy that had him playing Spiderman anyway. Who knew? She knew of Kindred and how they operated, but she could never truly understand the intricacy of their senses and immortal responses. They were more animal than human when they were hungry and by the time they were ravenous, there was no reasoning.
She didn't mind him snacking on her, but there was no fucking way she wasn't taking advantage of the situation. It had been ages since she had any decent sex. Kindred were guaranteed hot, hard and rough sex, just the way she liked it. After lamenting for weeks on end that the Kindred she actually wanted to be riding must see her as like a bad smell or something, she was going to take just a little payment for fang-services rendered. Maybe it was selfish and maybe Xav and Greg would be butthurt she was lending her throat to another Kindred, but so what?
His fangs sunk hard and fast into her throat and the immediate rush of arousal flooded through her. She could feel her back scraping on the bricks behind her, but it only exacerbated her hungry arousal. She shoved her down down the front of Jett's trouser, grabbing his dick in a sharp grip and pushing her hips forward against his. The only problem with letting herself lose control in the presence of an unknown Kindred was that she managed to stupidly underestimate his own self-control...
A mistake that would hit her like a ton of bricks, and one she wouldn't be conscious to notice.
"Some die just to live." - Immortality, Eddie Vedder
Skye had an insanely infuriating day of trying to counteract a patch of writers block where she just couldn't get a decent paragraph to string together before she was getting tempted to throw her laptop at the wall and go out to get drunk. It was in a string of texts to both Xavier and Greg where she had been
She arrived before the meeting was over, so she grabbed a to-go coffee from the cafe across the road and then headed up to the roof of the building for a cigarette. She wasn't a chain-smoker, not even close. But after a day like hers, she liked to have some vice that wouldn't leave her waking up with a raging hangover that had her driving the porcelain bus for all hours the next day and losing another productive day of precious hours she could be writing. She knew Xavier nor Greg would feed from her that night. It had been only a few days since they last did, and they always allowed plenty of time for her to re-stock. She was never, ever at risk of them harming her. In fact, if out of the entire world, they would probably protect her the most, with their lives. Not every chick could say that, could they?
If her nerves weren't already spent with trying to force the words onto the laptop screen, they were absolutely wasted when she stepped out of the stairwell onto the roof and her eyes landed on a dude standing over the rails up on the ledge, looking down at the drop below. It was a miracle she didn't wet her pants... or worse. She was pretty sure she would have been well within her rights to shit herself at that moment. Sure, it was Kindred Council HQ, but it was also the HQ of a company who employed an epic fuck ton of humans too. She didn't want to watch someone top themselves by jumping off a building! "OH MY FUCKING GOD, DON'T JUMP!" she screeched.
When he turned around and she saw the silver eyes and the fangs, she actually pressed her hand to her chest, exhaling heavily in relief. If he fell, he might get banged up a bit, but he wouldn't die. She hadn't personally met Jett Wilson yet, but she had heard a lot about him via Xavier and Greg. Molly's very new childer, and leaving a mortal life that wasn't even worth continuing. She had chatted to him online, and maybe - possibly - just a little, stalked his Facebook profile. She was a writer, she liked research. He was Aussie, and gorgeous. Of course, his Facebook page had been dripping in tribute post after tribute post from friends, family, colleagues, random members of the public mourning his sudden death and expressing sympathy over him losing his fight. Reading them had caused her to tear up, even if she had personal knowledge that he wasn't technically deceased any longer. His human self, however, was.
She recognised him now, but only had a very split second to realise it was him before he was suddenly springing back over the railings and pouncing on her. He had her pressed up against the wall, and there wasn't any point in protesting. He obviously needed feeding and maybe it was a borderline frenzy that had him playing Spiderman anyway. Who knew? She knew of Kindred and how they operated, but she could never truly understand the intricacy of their senses and immortal responses. They were more animal than human when they were hungry and by the time they were ravenous, there was no reasoning.
She didn't mind him snacking on her, but there was no fucking way she wasn't taking advantage of the situation. It had been ages since she had any decent sex. Kindred were guaranteed hot, hard and rough sex, just the way she liked it. After lamenting for weeks on end that the Kindred she actually wanted to be riding must see her as like a bad smell or something, she was going to take just a little payment for fang-services rendered. Maybe it was selfish and maybe Xav and Greg would be butthurt she was lending her throat to another Kindred, but so what?
His fangs sunk hard and fast into her throat and the immediate rush of arousal flooded through her. She could feel her back scraping on the bricks behind her, but it only exacerbated her hungry arousal. She shoved her down down the front of Jett's trouser, grabbing his dick in a sharp grip and pushing her hips forward against his. The only problem with letting herself lose control in the presence of an unknown Kindred was that she managed to stupidly underestimate his own self-control...
A mistake that would hit her like a ton of bricks, and one she wouldn't be conscious to notice.