Going Rogue Part Two: Broken Hearts (Ra'idah) - The Den

Her arms went around him again, pulling him closer to her. Her mouth was warm and inviting, her hips pressed to his as he kissed her. She made a quiet sound against his mouth, something like a slight whimper. One hand slid into his hair, the other gripping at his shoulder.

"Good," she murmured, pulling away from him for just a moment to whisper it. Then her mouth found his again, and she made that soft sound against his lips once more.

In an instant, he was stepping with her, moving her towards the stairs. Something in his mind just felt wrong about the sofa... at least for this. His hands on her hips helped guide her, even as his lips held the kiss. His own footsteps seemed awkward for a moment as he lipped his shoes off.

She moved with him easily. Her own shoes joined his on the floor as she stepped backward, trusting in him to let her know when she would need to step up or in a different direction. One hand still in his hair, the other was busy sliding around to the front of him, nimble fingers already unbuttoning his shirt as he guided her up the stairs.

Alex's entire body felt electrified, alive, as he guided her, his hands, on her thighs, indicating when she should step up or guiding her hips at a turn. At the bedroom door, he gently leaned her against it, his lips pressing against hers passionately, tiny kisses drawn out against the flesh of her throat. One of his hands held the small of her back, pressing her so close to him that she could feel his member through the jeans he now wore. His other hand deftly found the doorknob and opened the portal even as the black feline hair on his torso became apparent as his shirt fell away. In a second, that same hand was at her back lowering the zipper of her dress as they moved beyond the threshold.

She made another soft sound, somewhere between a growl and a purr as she was pressed against the door of his bedroom. She seemed more than happy to rid him of the shirt, her hands sliding back around his shoulder once the bit of fabric had fallen to the floor. There was another soft sound of need in her throat when she felt him press against her, her own hips pressing against his as they finally made their way inside the bedroom. The way she moved was a bit of a stutter-step, but it was only so that he could more easily remove the zipper, remove the dress from her once they made it inside.

Alex let her dress fall to the floor, stepping over it as it landed. One foot deftly moved back, forcing the door closed. His hand slid up her back, feeling her soft flesh beneath his touch. His fingers quickly worked at the clasp of her bra, the other hand reaching even higher, moving through her hair before giving it a gently tug. Against her neck there was a growl, a sound of desire that mingled with emotion and she might have got the feeling that in that moment, she was all that existed in his world.

And in that instant, the way he kissed her, told her just how true that feeling might be.

There was a slight shrugging of her shoulders, letting the undergarment fall to her elbows. The problem came when she didn't seem to want to let go of him, even for a few moments. One hand slid free, then back around his shoulders. Then came the other, and her head tilted to his urging.

One of her legs came up, almost locking around his hip and the sound of a whimper was heard. It was from her, though it sounded as though she were whimpering more out of need, or a desire to hurry... hurry ... but she stopped herself. The hands around his shoulders, pulling him to her, was curled into his back so that he could just barely feel the slight bite of her nails as she seemed to be trying to pull him even closer, ever closer, to her.

Alex found his own awkward moment a second later. His hands, until that point had been on her body, moving over her skin. He'd been pressed against her and didn't want to let her go when he realized that he was going to need both hands to deal with his belt, and he'd need enough room to take the belt off.

He kissed her neck, his lips lingering longer than would have ever been appropriate and he gently nipped at her nape as he ran one hand down the length of her torso, starting to pull the belt's excess from the loops of his jeans with an irritated growl that was clearly directed at his own clothing.

There was quite the impatient whimper from the throat of the Assamite when his hands left her to deal with his belt. Though once the belt was undone and being dealt with, her hands joined his. He worried about the belt; she was worried about what was beneath the belt. As soon as it was out of the way, her hands tugged at his jeans.

She almost laughed, a bit awkwardly, while she tugged at the denim in her hands. But it was only momentary, before she leaned close, leaned forward and kissed him again. This time, there was a slight nipping at his lip, her teeth trapping his for just a moment before her mouth seemed to soften beneath his.

Alex's hands were quick with the jeans, a single snap and a tug that parted the zipped were all that it took before he was kicking the pants to the floor. He nearly tripped over them and spun putting his back to the bed, so that if he fell, she'd fall on top of him, but in a moment, he'd regained his balance and his lips were trailing kisses down her body even as his thumbs slid beneath the waist band of her underwear as he began sliding them off. There was something about his kisses, the way they touched her skin, the way they held the contact between the two vampires and seemed to glide along her form.

She seemed to almost chuckle again as she was turned. Her mouth met his again, her hips twisting just a bit here and there so that he could easily slide the bit of lace (it was really unfair to call them underwear) off of her. But the moment they slid over her thighs, she moved.

She stepped out of them, moving to put her knees on either side of him on the bed. Straddling him, for lack of any better term for it. Her hands reached for him again, first framing his face, then sliding around his back.

Alex, true to form for most Gangrel, didn't wear anything beneath his jeans and has he felt her hands moving over his skin, over the fur, he couldn't keep his own hands from her. His hands slid over her naked thighs and around her waist, and he leaned up to kiss her, to feel her lips against his own and taste her. Just before his lips met hers, a sound escaped them.

"Rai..." her name on his lips wasn't a whisper, but it wasn't a growl either, the sound was something in between, and it conveyed a kind of urgent desire as his lips pressed against hers, as a passion that he hadn't felt in centuries seemed to course through him.

She rose above him, her eyes open as she looked down at him. She seemed to whimper again, her hands sliding into his hair to gently tug at him.

"Alex.. " she answered, just a soft whisper, then his lips met hers. She seemed to hold herself there, just for a moment. Her name on his lips sent a shiver through her, that echoed from her and into his own mouth with the soft sound.

Slowly, ever so gently, she lowered herself onto him while their mouths still met, while she still nipped at his lip and trembled above him. It was slow, and she didn't move afterward. She just held him there, within her, for another few moments.

Alex closed his eyes as as he felt her sliding down over him, reveling in the feeling of nothing between them and his hands ran along her spine. She could feel his muscles tense slightly beneath her and his hips arched almost instinctively to greet her. He felt her hands in his hair, her lips against his and her skin beneath his fingers and he moaned softly into the kiss as his fingertips pressed just a bit harder against her flesh at all of the sensations.

She gently rocked her hips back and forth, not enough to actually move either one of them beyond a slight swaying. She held him there against her, until she seemed to pull away from him with another smile. Her mouth found his neck this time, her lips trailing gentle kisses along there, until she found his shoulder. A gentle grazing of her teeth along his shoulder in a very soft bite, and he could feel her smiling.

Alex moved his hips ever so slightly, just enough to meet her half way. Alex let out a soft moan as her lips moved down his neck and he turned his head, granting her better access as his own lips left gentle kisses at her shoulder. His hands slightly rough from the life he'd led for centuries, ran softly down her back, finding their rest at her hips where he squeezed gently.

She was as unmarked undressed as she seemed to be when she was clothed. She rocked her hips again, just a gentle movement before she bit his shoulder again gently. Her hands still gripped his shoulders, though her eyes were closed now as she moved gently again.

"However you want me," she murmured, but at least one thing was clear. She would do what he wished, move how he wanted her to move. This was for him, no matter what she might have wanted. This instance was for him. He was the one leaving. She would leave him with something that he wanted.

Alex's eyes opened for just a moment, they seemed to lock with hers and the look he gave her was one of love as he leaned up and whispered to her gently, "I want you to show me what you want. I want to share this with you tonight, Rai." It was his way of telling her that this wasn't for him, that this was for them.

Then his hips rose to meet hers, his arms seemed to pull her just a little closer and his skin almost seemed warmer... in fact he almost seemed... alive?

For just a moment, a brief second, she paused.

Then she smiled at him, her eyes meeting his as she brought her lips to brush across his once. Twice. Then once more before she shook her head slowly. "I have what I want," she murmured, shifting to press her hips against him again.

She let her lips trail from his, over and down his neck again. "This is your one chance, Alex," she murmured, trapped his shoulder with her teeth again, gently. "There is nothing you can do that I won't enjoy," she murmured again, then slid her hands over his back, into his hair again. She brought her head up to smile at him again. "Take me. However you want," she said, then brought her lips to his again. Though it was passionate, it was somehow gentle still, as though she were memorizing the feel of his lips, the taste of him against her.

Alex smiled up at her and his hands tightened, ever so slightly, on her hips as he rolled both of them, placing him above her. He looked into her eyes, still smiling, "This is what I want, Rai. Just us, together."

He leaned in to kiss her even as he pressed his hips down into hers and his voice whispered to her, his breath warm against her ear, "I love you, Rai. More than you can possibly know."

It was his elbows that supported him more than anything else as he felt himself slide deep inside of her, but he was slow about it, allowing them each to feel the other. His hands moved up her back and into her golden hair, his fingers tightening around the blond locks to tug ever so slightly and the way he pressed his body against hers, the way he held her, might have given her the impression that he never wanted to let go of her.

She made another quiet sound in her throat when he rolled them. But she fell back and immediately adjusted. Her legs came up, just a touch, until she had comfortably opened her thighs for him. Her arms around him had tightened, then gone gentle, her hands sliding over his back, over his hips and across his buttocks as she pulled him against her. Gentle fingers urging him with gentle pressure.

Her eyes widened just slightly when she felt him, both against her ear and within her. She moaned softly, though it didn't actually escape her lips; it caught in her throat. Her head moved at the tugging of his fingers, her body writhing and arching just slightly, beneath him.

"I know, Alex. I know. I love you too," she murmured, almost a whisper, as she looked up at him. If his arms and way of holding her said that he didn't want to let her go, hers most decidedly said that she had no intention of letting him. At least, not yet.

While her hands moved over him, feeling the muscles of his body, his arms, and shoulders, then his buttocks, Alex's lips trailed kisses down to the nape of her neck, where it met her shoulder even as he slowly drew his hips back from her, almost to the point of completely exiting her. She could feel his fangs as he bit her, gently though he didn't break her skin this time. As the pressure was applied to the bite, once again he was entering deeper into her, slow and passionate even as his fingers were entwined into her hair, tugging ever so slightly.

Well, that just wasn't fair. Had she been thinking, she might have called foul. But as it was, her eyes widened, surprise as much as the feel of him. He moved with her, and the tugging at her hair was pretty much all that kept her head in place. Those hands, so gently running over his body before, now gripped.

Granted, it was more anticipation than anything. But she still gripped him, even as she made a half-strangled moaning sound in her throat that didn't quite pass her lips as he lowered himself back onto her, sliding back within her.

Alex continued to move with her, quickening his pace only slightly even as the pressure at her neck built until she felt the mingled pleasure and pain of his fangs penetrating her flesh. His fingers released her hair and he almost seemed to half moan, half growl into the bite as his hips continued their steady rise and fall, meeting her as they did.

She writhed under him, her hips rising to meet him. He was going slowly, she knew, but she could help. Her arms around him still continued to roam over his back, pressing her fingers into his back, his hips ... pulling him to her as well as feeling him.

She moaned again, a soft whimper as she felt his fangs sliding into her throat, her head falling back to arch her neck to allow him more room. Another moan, and she shivered under him as she said his name once more, on another soft moan.

"Alex ... "