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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 9, 2009 17:56:44 GMT -8
Galient watched Ophelia struggle to pull him along with her to the living room. He sighed as his absentminded self pushed himself into the living room and sat down on the couch. Maybe he would learn to live like this. Always wanting something, but never getting it. He straightened himself up and pulled Ophelia onto his lap. "I really wish that you'd just change me. I bet it'd be a lot less painful than growing older and watching your girlfriend stay the same age. Ophelia," He said, repositioning himself and Ophelia, "I love you. And I know you love me. But I don't see quite all of the reasons you won't change me. I know you would feel guilty, and you love me so much that you can't take away my life. I understand that. But, can't you just endure it like I would? I want you...forever." He bent down and kissed Ophelia's cheek. Which trailed down to her lips, to her chin, to her throat, to her shoulders, and to her hands. He felt like Dracula, tasting his prey.
He stopped and looked at Ophelia again, this time more serious and tried to pound it into her head that he loved her and he wanted her to know that more than anything. He wanted her to realize that there was nothing more in the world e wanted than to be with her that moment. Well...
There was one thing he wanted the same amount. To find his family's killer. He wanted Ophelia, and that evil monster to be gone. He stoped looking so intensely and realized that they hadn't set a date to go to New York, even though he'd promised they'd go if she...stopped talking so fast. He laughed at the memory. "Why don't we go to New York sometime this week? I'm sure I can scrounge up half the cost." He smiled happily as she lightened at the suggestion. He knew he'd made the right choice in bringing up this idea.
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Ophelia Van Koehn
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 9, 2009 20:19:59 GMT -8
It was very clear that he had played along with her, apparently not even her vampire strength could pull Galient along. As she was about to sit down next to him, but instead was pulled onto his lap. This was one of the things that made her feel very small and weak. Ophelia was taken aback when he said what he wanted straight out. She agreed with the fact that it would be odd with him getting older and her never aging. "It's not that I don't see the logic in not changing you, it's just..." She leaned her forehead against his and continued, "It's just that I have never changed anyone before...and if I don't know what I'm doing, I don't want to hurt you or worse."
It was true, she had never tried it. Her mentor had explained it a few times but now a lot, but never demonstrated for obvious reasons. Shivers ran all over when he kissed her...in a rather prolonged fashion she might add. In the way he looked at her, in that quiet and serious manner, also made her feel really small, but she knew what he was trying to say with that look. It was the "I love you no matter what and I want you forever" look. He wanted to make sure she understood, she did. Her only responce was her pressing her head to his and closing her eyes.
When he brought up New York again she mentally did a happy dance. "That's a great idea, love. However...I think I better change you before hand." She said leaning forward taking another baby step. Ophelia rested her cheek on his neck and whispered "I'm not going to now...think of this as another baby step alright?" She closed her eyes and snaked one arm around his shoulder and the other hand went to the back of his head. There, she said mentally as she found his pulse. Ophelia pressed her lips against his jugular the measure his steady beat. In her practice mode she opened her mouth and gave him a very small love bite. There was no fang extention, so she couldn't break the skin. This was purly a practice run. However, it lit a fire under Ophelia and kissed the spot where she bit in an apologetic form.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 9, 2009 20:49:29 GMT -8
Galient was suprised when Ophelia said that she had better change him first. He nodded when she said, 'taking another baby step' and she bit playfully down on his neck. It tickled a little and he laughed. When she kissed his neck, he loved the way her mouth was so tender on his neck. He moaned a little and his cheeks became fire-truck red. He was embarrassed, definently. He'd never liked any noises like that. Groening, moaning, etc. It all seemed too...sexual. But, he couldn't help but do it this time. He smiled his crooked smile and laughed nervously.
Galient put his fingers on her chin and brought up her beautiful face. "How long do you think I am willing to wait, my dear?" He said soothingly while getting lost in her gorgeous blue eyes. He had always been attracted to brunettes with green eyes. But Ophelia was different. She was blonde with blue eyes, perfectly shaped face, tall and lean. Exquisitely figured. She was perfect in his eyes. He didn't want to wait any longer. He wanted her to chane him, now. Not a few weeks, not a few months, not a year or two. Now.
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Ophelia Van Koehn
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 9, 2009 21:01:57 GMT -8
She had to admit, her stomachs turned to knots when he moaned. Giggles nervously eruppted from her throat as he kissed his neck and trailed it up to his cheek. Maybe she'd do it sooner than she previously thought. Perhaps she would do it that night. She'd really need to prepare for it though...Ophelia still didn't feel completly ready to yet though.
As Galient tilted her chin up to make eye contact with her. The words he spoke made her tremble a little bit. What was he implying? Now? Not here. They'd need somewhere far darker than this. The shock of light would be too harsh on Galient if she turned him here. Ophelia let out a very shuddery breath. "Wh-what are you implying love?" To be honest, she was kind of excited to know the answer. Scared as well. However, if there was anyone she ever wanted to change, it was Galient.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 9, 2009 21:14:25 GMT -8
He smiled as her voice brought him back out from the abyss of her eyes. His smile wasn't genuine, it was actually still his crooked one. He loved to make woman feel like they were talking to a bad boy. It made them flustery. Although, he didn't know if he actually did look like a bad boy or not. He decided to believe he did. He laughed and kissed her nose. "I'm implying that maybe we should..." He couldn't help but drift off. He felt presence again. He looked around the room and noticed Bianca sitting on the rocking chair. He was relieved to see that she was the one he had been sensing.
He looked back to Ophelia. He had forgotten what he was talking about. All he could think about now was, I wonder if she heard me when I moaned. That was a tad awkward, he thought. He laughed again and blinked slowly, showing off his eyelashes. They were long and he had hated them as a child. Now he loved them because it made girls want him even more. Soon, he remembered what had been talking about, "...tonight." He finished casually while grinning his crooked smile and running a hand through his hair.
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Ophelia Van Koehn
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 9, 2009 21:32:28 GMT -8
Ophelia quivered a little bit and noded. She had figured that's what he meant. "Alright," she started, "but we'll have to prepare for it." She was like a mother duck sometimes, making sure everything was safe and secure before jumping head first into something. They'd have to have lots of blood packets, a towel, a bed wouldn't be a bad idea either, and a knife. Luckily, here these things were in suply.
She sighed softly as she leaned in to nuzzle her nose to his, whispering "Yes, yes, you're gorgeous with those long eyelashes I know." She did this right before kissing him very gently and playfully, then just to taunt him scooted back so she leaned against the arm rest so only her legs rested on his lap. Ophelia wanted to show she could be just as flirty and sassy in her own little manner. In order to do so, gave him a little bit of a smirk. Letting out a soft breath, she leaned her head back against the armrest, crossing her legs at her ankles.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 9, 2009 21:52:34 GMT -8
Galient stared at her legs and traced them up to her torso which led to her face. He was embarrassed, again, that she had noticed how he had been trying to show off his eyelashes. His cheeks weren't red though. They were a decent tan color. Everything was perfect. He had gotten what he wanted. He was going to be changed. He set hid hands on her legs and began to massage her feet. Oh, he thought, what a wonderful day. He wondered about how she would 'prepare.' He knew several ways in which vampire changed their hunter enemies or killed their werewolf enemies, but he had never witnessed one such as his own. One of love and free of hatred. That was one emotion in a vampire he had only seen in Ophelia.
He stopped massaging her feet and swept his hands up and down her legs, keeping them warm. He felt desire, stronger, again. It wasn't spontaneous, he had been feeling it all morning, but it was extremely hard to control now. It was like she was just waiting for him to take her in his arms and... He scooted closer to her, so much that her hips were on his lap. He stroked her hair with one hand and finger-tip-toed on her long legs. He did so, admiringly. he trailed his fingers up and down her legs, feeling more and more desire each time. He looked down at her and tried to figure out why she was being so flirtatious. From how long he'd been with her he hadn't seen any full-on flirtiness. What was so important now that she was being so sassy about?
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 9, 2009 22:08:58 GMT -8
Ophelia gave off a mischevious little giggle. She didn't know why, but for some reason she felt rather devious at the moment. Resting her head on his shoulder she just smiled up at him, perfectly content with where she was. How wonderfully free he made her feel. Like her old self actually. Only a tad more modern. Ophelia nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder as he started rubbing his hands up and down her legs.
What was it about Galient that made her feel so...happy? Whatever it was, Ophelia never wanted it to stop. Another good thing that would be good about him becoming a vampire, she noted. She had started compilaling a list to convince herself that it would be fine. She shifted her legs as his hands traveled them up and down and let out a soft, low groan from her throught. In a way of responding to him, she leaned up and kissed his cheek, then trailed it to his lips. Ophelia perched there for a moment then rested her head in the crook of his neck, laying a soft kiss on his skin first. I really can't help myself sometimes with you Galient, you bring something out in me I simply can't, and don't wish to hide.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 9, 2009 22:52:25 GMT -8
He trembled at the low graon she let out. He could see that she was being very mischeivous. If she thought that playing with his desire was funny, she had another thing coming. He slid an arm around her while the other, the one trailing up and down her leg, shifted to her waist. He didn't know what had come over her, but he loved it about her. He loved this mischeivous, devious Ophelia. Perhaps this was what she had been before she was turned, he thought. Maybe this so-called new person was actually the old one maikng its way out. Only more modern and sophisticated. Galient bent his head down a bit and kissed Ophelia softly, not sure if she wanted him to. His left arm, on her shoulder, moved down to her elbow and he put one leg over her as he held himself up with his arms below him like stilts.
Maybe she didn't want this, maybe she was just being playful, he thought. She's going to have to show me that this /was/ what she wanted. That he was what she wanted. He supported himself on his arms below him while trying to process what he thought she was thinking. Nothing seemed to go through right, so he stopped trying to think it through and just...acted upon will.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 9, 2009 23:08:10 GMT -8
Certainly, she was being playful, but toying with his desires, defianatly not. A small tremble errupted from her as he positioned himself in such away. She did want him. Badly, in fact. This was just one time where she let herself go a tad wild. Her arms found their way around his neck. Ophelia gave him a very sweet and yet mischevious smile before returning his kiss.
Ophelia laid there, feeling very comfortable and protected with Galient over her. Pressing her lips a tad firmer against his, she pushed her small pale hand throuh his dark hair. She loved black hair on him. Normally, she didn't like guys with a darker skintone, however, there was something about Galient that just seemed work with it. His personia and everything. Hmm...I wonder if he has any tatoos. The thought seemed trivial but Ophelia had one, and she certianly didn't seem the type, but she did. She kissed his nose playfully and pressed her forehead to his, leaving a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. Yes, yes indeed. This is what she wanted.
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