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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 9, 2009 23:24:42 GMT -8
All of the steps she had done were right, it made it seem that she did want this and Galient tried to believe it. But he had to make sure, just for safety, "Are you sure, Ophelia?" He asked as he bent his head down to kiss her neck and he bit her playfully just as she had done to him. He swiftly moved his head from her throat to her ear and he bit it softly. He knew most women liked that, a man biting on their ear, and this was the first time he had tried it out on anyone. He looked around the room, making sure that all of the windows, blinds and doors were closed. He didn't really want someone to see a peep show. He laughed at the words, they had always seemed funny, and since Galient was a bit immature, he thought it was exceptionally funny now.
Galient noticed that he had on the same clothes as yesterday and so did Ophelia. He wore a button down black shirt with a coat over it and darkened jeans with holes in them. He wasn't wearing shoes at the time he had seen her last night so he didn't have socks. Much easier and less distracting, he thought happily. His stomach was in knots when she kissed him back before and it hadn't untangled itself yet. He didn't know what to do until she answered.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 9, 2009 23:37:19 GMT -8
In all honest, Ophelia hadn't thought that far ahead. Not only that, just because she said she had an affair with someone behind her husband's back, doesn't mean that they had gotten that far quite yet. Ophelia wanted it, but it might not be such a good idea...at least in daylight...in her living room...with her nosey cat watching. She let out a soft gasp as his teeth found their way to her earlobe.
"Galient...what about later tonight? This might not be a great place for it." It was true, when she thought about it. "However...that doesn't mean that we can't build up to it." She had that playful notion in her voice as she nuzzled her lips against his. Now that she thought about it more, that right before siring him to herself sounded like a good idea. A bit cliche though. She recalled numorus times in films where there was a siring after sex. "Will you wait? I do really want it, buuut I think that might be a better idea." Like most women, she thought with her head instead of her body. That's when she realized it. The thing had set her off, wasn't just Galient and his awesome perfection (to Ophelia). It was his pharamon levels. It was practically intoxicating. Good god, if it's that strong already, think of what it would be like if you were a vampire, love!
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 9, 2009 23:58:23 GMT -8
He coudn't understand why she was staring at him in such awe. He laughed once and bit his bottom lip. "Tonight." He agreed. Tonight was when everything was going to happen, he thought. He seemed almost giddy now as he kissed Ophelia on her lips again. Not softly, but not hard. Just gentle and warm. His arms were getting tired from supporting his own weight, so he let himself fall deftly onto Ophelia with his cheek on her chest. He wrapped his arms around her again and kissed her neck. He felt so happy that she had finally succumb to him. That she had finally realized that all he wanted was to be with her and he could care less about human life. He'd always wanted out of life, why would he want to keep it?
He thought back to what she said before, about leading up to it. He slanted his eyes deviously and kissed Ophelia again, only this time when he pulled away, he tugged on her bottom lip gently. Nothing like a little sin, he thought to himself. Might as well do this when I'm already going to hell. Galient found her hands on his neck and set both of them on his back. He didn't want her to touch the back of his neck. That was where he-- He stopped thinking immediately, afraid that he might distract himself. Now, he only acted. He moved one of his hands to her neck and propped up her head so that he didn't have to reach as far down, and he moved the other to her waist. He pulled her hips to his and he didn't stop kissing her, not for anthing. Not even wondering if his heart was beating too fast. Not even thinking or worrying about her touching his scar on the back of his neck. Nothing stopped him from kissing Ophelia. Nothing, he repeated to himself.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 10, 2009 0:10:17 GMT -8
"Tonight", she repeated to him, taking in his warm kiss and returning it with her own. Butterflies flittered about in her stomach when he pulled away. Her heart was beating pretty quickly, almost unnaturally. You already know my weak spots don't you? The thought was directed at him when he pulled their hips together.
A soft tremble rang through Ophelia as he tilted her head up. That's when their lips met. Even when he put her hand dilibertly on his back, she could help but pull on up to the side of his neck, feeling the scar on the back of his neck. What could this be? Eh..don't want to think of this right now...I don't know why, but scars just make him a tad more...ruged I guess. She couldn't believe that she was talking to herself at a time like this. Knock it off Ophi, pay attention. Ophelia pushed as much passion and love as she could into that one kiss. She wanted him to realize that she'd do anything, just to make him happy.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 10, 2009 0:24:00 GMT -8
Galient gripped Ophelia tighter as he felt her passion in this kiss. He wanted her right then, but he promised he would wait although he didn't want to. He pulled his head away slowly and sat back on the other end of the couch, waiting for her to start to come-to. He looked around and noticed Bianca staring at them with wide eyes. He bursted out laughing for no good reason and fell off of the couch. Bianca skiderred away, afraid of the thump on the floor Galient made. Like he had told himself earlier, he was giddy and apparently also slap happy. His sides started to hurt as he couldn't stop laughing. The adrenaline their kiss had given off had made him erratic. He felt like he had no choice but to try to breathe, but he just coughed. He laughed it off and stopped for a moment.
"Sorry." He said, looking up at Ophelia who was watching him and his strange behavior. He stood, brushing himself off and extending a large, tan hand toward Ophelia. He wanted this procedure to go as quick and painless as they could make it, but if he had to endure hours of pain for Ophelia, he would and she knew it. He smiled at her and started to laugh, but put his other hand over his mouth so he would stop. This was not very attractive. Laughing hysterically? Very nice, he told himself while waiting for her cold hand to be placed in his large and warm hand.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 10, 2009 13:53:08 GMT -8
Ophelia watched him intently as he made a compete fool of himself. She smiled down at him and shook her head, begining to laugh too. You're so silly sometimes Galient, you really are. Well, at least I'll be pretty well entertained for the rest of my life, she thought to herself. A laugh started to errupt from her as well, it was pretty contageous.
Taking his hand, she ruffled his hair softly. "Oh Galient, you're such a freak. I love you." She was still pretty giggly from his little outburst a minute ago. After calming her little self down a tad she looked up at him and just beamed. He made her so ridiculously happy, she just didn't want to hide it. Bianca came rushing back into the room. First she jumped up on the couch, then made a ricoshay type movement up onto Ophelia's shoulder. Ophelia staggered a tad in surprise, but regained her composure. "Why hello there." Her tone was in sort of surprise still. She just had to laugh at herself for that. I blame you, you amazing distraction in front of me, obviously she was directing her thought toward Galient, too bad he couldn't hear her.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 20, 2009 11:24:05 GMT -8
He removed his hand from his mouth and put it down on his side. He half-smiled--his crooked grin--and he laughed once, again. He suddenly felt giddy. Like he had a few moments ago. Slap happy, he thought. So, he spoke inwardly, this is what you do to me, Ophelia. You make me feel like a child, like I'm five years old again. He shook his head at the thought. He knew it was true, of course, there was no other explanation for his actions and newly found behavior. These mood swings were starting to get on his nerves. Just yesterday, he was sitting next to Ophelia, his enemy at the time, sobbing. And now he was just giddy with love for this wonderful enemy of his. How strange, he thought, can one couple be to have such an effect on me? He'd never been in love, just lust. Pure lust, that ws his true enemy. It had taken over him so many times, he felt nauseous just thinking about all of the time he'd spent in hotels and bars persuading and looking over women he barely knew...
He prayed to God that this was hopefully not lust. He'd never felt giddy, only suave, desperate even. But never slap happy with a girl. He stopped staring into Ophelia's eyes for a moment to over-look her. He lifted her hand over her head like a ballerina and twirled her slowly, admiring her legs and figure. He got chills up and down his body. He felt like melting onto the floor like mud. She made him quiver with excitement, she was now everything in his life, although it was short at the time. He knew that tonight they would be together. He sighed and turned Ophelia back arouond to him and embraced her, wrapping his arms around her waist and not letting go. Galient loved Ophelia, he had no intentions of getting rid of this lovely feeling.
He pushed backward slightly to look at her square in the face. "What do you suppose we do today until then?" He said almost flawlessly, not stopping to put emphasis on the 'then'. He looked around, searching for something to do around the house until 'then'.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 20, 2009 13:27:05 GMT -8
A smile crossed her pale lips as she slipped back into his arms. The warmth of his body consumed her and she contently rested her head on his shoulder until he pulled back to look straight at her. Hmm...good question, she thought to herself. "Well, let's see, do you still have your things back at your hotel?" Ophelia noticed that he was still wearing the same thing as he wore yesterday; hell, he was still wearing his shoes.
Ophelia stood on her toes to look over Galient's shoulder to see the window. Damn, it's not cloudy! She thought to herself. A bright ray of sunlight was beaming through the cracks at the sides of the shade. She didn't want Galient to go out on his own, she thought it to be rude. Still, Ophelia couldn't follow, otherwise she would be terribly burned at least, if not dead. A sigh escaped her lips as she looked back up at him with a discontented face.
Her skin felt grimmy, and her hair oily, maybe she'd take a shower while he was out. Tiddy up a bit. An idea struck her as she glanced over at her electric violin and amp in the corner of the room, next to the kitchen. A sly grin slid across her face; "Maybe we can play together if you have your guitar," she said in an excited voice. That would keep us occupied for a bit, she thought. Maybe today will be all on a wim, who knows? I only know one thing. This is going to be one of the most important days of my afterlife.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 20, 2009 14:16:57 GMT -8
Galient's face twisted into an almost melancholy look. He'd left his guitar at his hotel. He'd have to leave Ophelia here, alone, so that he could get it. Galient did want to play for her and with her, but it would be so hard to go get his things while leaving her here. He bit his lip and sighed out of his nose, "I left it at the hotel, I thought I could go back after I was done sulking yesterday in the woods, perhaps moving on to another city. But," He said, taking Ophelia's hands and stepping backwards a foot, "now, I guess I won't. I'll go get my things, if that's all right with you, my dear." He said, smiling genuinely.
He looked down, noticing that he needed to change his clothes. He'd been wearing it for almost two days. I must smell like a dirty graveyard, he thought to himself. He sniffed, oblivious to Ophelia's eyes looking at him, the air around him and decided he wasn't as bad as he thought, but he still needed to change his attire. His hands were still clasped in hers, and he felt the warmness coming from her as she looked at him, smiling. Ha, he thought, you weren't so happy the first time we met, were you Ophelia? Why is it that you, all of a sudden, have this happiness surrounding you? Why has your mood changed completely? Was this undeniably good change in you my fault?
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 20, 2009 14:39:15 GMT -8
Ophelia let out a small giggle as he sniffed around. He didn't smell too bad. She on the other hand, oh goodness, I smell like blood gone bad and thrown in a dumpster, she rambled on in her head. She smiled crookedly and rolled her eyes at herself. So this is what love is really like, she thought to herself. What a sweet feeling, her hands were intwined with Galient's. She noticed his facial expression."I know, I don't want you to leave either, I'm sorry love."
She stood on her toes again and kissed his cheek, smiling sheepishly. "Plus, I'm not smelling to pleasent myself," she was trying to be funny, but not sure if she had accomplished it of not. Probably not. Ophelia cocked her head to the side as she looked up him unintentionally adoringly. She really couldn't help admiring his his gold skin and strong bone structure. Ophelia didn't realize that she was staring so intently at him. How did I get stuck with someone as handsome as you? In that second she started to get lost in her imagination; completly and utterly spacing out.
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