Oh, My Darling (Estaban) - Frederico's Haven

He smiled and pulled her a little closer. He lifted the glass.

"To families becoming closer, as close as two bodies can become."

He looked at her, a slightly devilish grin gracing his face.

She seemed more than happy to go, sliding her breasts against him as she lifted her own glass.

"To remembrances of what family really means."

He watched as their cuos touched and then lifted the glass to his lips, taking a small sip. Then he set down the glass and took a small sip of something sweeter, kissing Rosita softly at first but letting the kiss build.

She had no such qualms. She drained her glass, letting it dangle, nearly forgotten, from her fingertips as he pulled her close for a kiss. She purred, much like a cat, when his mouth found hers. Her arms slipped around his neck, her hips pressing against his thigh and her breasts pressing warmly against his chest.

"Wondered where you had gotten off to," she smirked.

He smiled most seductively, his hands going around her remarkably small waist to her rather full buttocks, only to squeeze and pull her up against him.

"Need proof of where I am sweet Rosita?"

And his mouth found hers again, the heat of his body easily noticeable her dress.

She smiled -- it was wicked and playful, somehow an oddly alluring combination. He pulled her to him with a squeeze of her buttocks, and she purred again. When he spoke, she laughed quietly, once again kissing him with the fire that only one of her lineage could muster. She trapped his lip with her teeth, bit him sharply, then gave him another grin.

"Always. Nearly every time I see you, you are most sour."

He sighed happily at the bite and then smiled at her.

"Oh sister, funny that. Everyone else here knows me for always being happy and never affected by anything. It seems every time we are together, my mood changes. Congratulations, you have the ability to do that to me. But do I look sour to you now?"

He kissed her back. He had his own fire and all the training of Frederico along with more than a little from Orrie. Oh yes, he was no beginner at this and knew how to make it feel good.

She wasn't a beginner, either. Though she was not nearly as skilled as he was, she had been with Frederico less time, had spent less time on the practice and skill that the elder Toreador taught. That didn't mean that she wasn't good in her own right, however.

She smiled as she nipped his lip again, her brown eyes pools of mischief more than anything. She slipped one hand down, over his back and shoulders, to make certain that she was pressed as tightly to him as she could get.

"Perhaps I should work on making certain your mood is a much sweeter one, then?"

He laughed and nipped her lip back. Then he teeth found her jaw, scraping against it so she could feel the sharpness of them. One hand was on the small of her back and the other continued to squeeze one cheek.

"That sounds like a lovely idea. What did you have in mind, as if I could not guess."

One actually had to hand it to the girl. She had balls. He scraped his teeth over her jaw and she purred, using one of her own thighs to brush lightly along his. Her eyes grew heavy, but she still giggled. A sweet and merry sound, all told.

"I thought we could have a nice chat. See if we can ... work out our differences."

Hmm, if she had balls, it wouldnt bother him, though he was pretty sure what she had was guts and claws. Again, not that it bothered him. As long as they weren't pointed at him.

His hands rubbed her back going under her clothes to find her flesh.

"Chat. That sounds good to me? Should we go sit down and talk then? Family should not have the stress that we seem to have between us."

Rather than release her though, his head bent and his mouth found the base of her neck, teeth and mouth sucking and scraping at the same time. It was an intense feeling but at the same time the motions were slow and sensual.

She purred again, her hand drifting into his hair as she tugged lightly at him. But at his words, however, a slow smile started to spread ...

"That sounds like a wonderful plan. Come, we'll sit."

She turned, walking completely out of his arms. She grabbed the wine bottle as she went, toward the living room, curling herself much like the cat she purred like into the chair.

He picked up his glass and took a drink as he headed to join her. This was going to be a long night.

He smiled seductively and moved to another chair fairly close to her. He took off his jacket and laid it across a different chair back. He sat back, leg crossed. He didn't do cat, but he could do alluring like no ones business.

"You do like to lead, don't you?"

Her brow quirked upward.

"Father wouldn't have it any other way."

She flashed him that same grin, pouring herself another glass of wine. This one, she sipped much more slowly.

"Now, why don't you tell me why it is that you seem to hate me so?"

Yes, really. She just said that.

He laughed.

"He is rather strange that way. He wanted to be in control with the men and have the women lead. I never understood why, but it rubbed off on me."

He held out his glass, he was going to need some wine.

"I do not hate you Sister. I do tense up around you cause honestly I expect you to attack me. I think that started with our first meeting when you literally jumped me. Ever since we have not been in the same room when you didn't end up attacking me in some way. Summoning me, ordering me to give you recompense and then dismissing me...doesn't make me less friendly. I wonder if you respect me at all Sister?"

She leaned forward in her seat, bottle in hand. She had no trouble pouring him a glass of wine -- offering him a very nice view down the front of her shirt in the process. She laughed quietly.

"Respect is something earned, my darling brother. I am sure that Father taught you that lesson as well. The more you let me get away with, the less likely I am to respect you."

At least she was honest about it.

He of course enjoyed it fully, not even hiding the interest or the smile the view brought to him.

"Oh, I do know about earning respect. The very fact that I am older and released should have earned me respect right away, not to mention my age. tell the truth, i have been nicer to you than I would be to others who treated me like you do, because you are my sister. I could stop the preferential treatment, but I am not sure how much father would like that."

She leaned back, crossing her legs and making sure that he got a good flash of thigh when she did.

"Not to me. I have known Toreador older than Father who do not deserve the respect that I would show to a cat, darling brother. What I do give you a measure of respect for, is that you are not a complete pushover. But that alone is not enough of a reason for me to stop pushing you. Nor, I think, would you actually want me to."

He smiled and pulled out a cigar, clipping it.

"Yes, I have heard of your little aggressive tenancies. I will admit I do like a little push back and forth."

One finger played across the skin of his own neck, drawing a line across his jaw. There was more than a hint in his tone and eyes.

"I like you aggressive, I like you pushing and I enjoy pushing back. But it needs to be between us, not spilling over to bother father or Ra'idah. Can we do that?"

She giggled again, her voice soft and melodic as she took another drink of wine.

"That depends entirely on you, my darling brother. Father does so love our little games, and has taught me well what a properly worded threat or coercion would be the most effective. With you, it's quite easy. A little word here or there about your woman and you do become quite defensive."

He smiled and rolled his eyes.

"Yes, father does enjoy watching us feud a little. Yes, my Ra'idah is important to me and if you threaten I get defensive. Of course I might also get offensive. You want to enjoy my attention, see me get flustered and aggressive with you, attack me, not her. Do you think you can handle that sister?"

She giggled again, another pleasant sound.

"Handle? Oh, I could. Though I have to say, it's quite a delight to watch you get all worked up over her, my darling brother. I'm not entirely sure you could possibly be ... aggressive ... enough ... without that little push."

He smiled at that, looking at his wine and sipping at it, then straightening his pants.

"You have no idea until you try. The problem is that when you threaten her I also...do won't to have anything to do with you. Three days it took me to decide to do this. Otherwise you could have had my attention on the first day. And as for aggressive... You may just get to see. I believe I owe you something."

Her brow rose, and she laughed again. That same tinkling laugh, almost like bells.

"You owe me quite a few things, dear brother, most of which I have not yet even begun to ask you for."

He smiled and sipped at the wine.

"I have a feeling we have much different views on what I owe you. But we were talking about getting along. So you even want us to get along, Little sister? Really?"