Coming home (Teagan) - The House that Sin Built

Luke walked along with Teagan till they reached the house. Their were not hand and hand as they did not do that. ever. But they did seem a little less over flowing with hate as they had been for the last little while. It could be perhaps that Dallas was slowly becoming something behind them and they were both in the moment sort of immortals.

Occasionally their hate needed to cool slightly, to be a slow burning ember in the background of their lives. It was times like this were it might look like they were a normal couple. Teagan pondered this from time to time. Like how easily saying he was her mate rolled off her tongue, but that she would never tell him that she loved him. Desired him, wanted him, owned him... but never love. It was times like this where they were almost at peace with one another that she pondered things, dark things, like if he died, would she feel relief or anguish? Had she in some way become as addicted to the feeling he stirred with in her, the feelings thrust upon her by the blood bond. Had he addicted her to the twisted dark love that she knew wasn't real, that she would never trust? And now he played upon her, asking her for a story, but even then he didn't want to hear a story he wanted to play the twisted voyeur to her conquests.

"Your story first." she challenged, as her eyes saw the house come into view.

different natures gave them different perspectives. He didn't fight the addiction like she did. He didn't have to. A life of indulgance and pain had warped and twisted him making his expression of love a warped and sick thing. She was all the air and drugs he needed. She was beautiful and perfect in all the ways that made want to pollute and despoil her. He loved her for her resiliance just as he hated her for her refusal to be consumed and destroyed by his darkness. Death would be the only true way for her to escape him, addicted as he was she was sin and a true sinner never repented.

"I asked first and agreed to story for story. If you want me to go first another concession is in order. "

"Always trying to get me to pay twice for something you want? That might work on the others..." she smirked clearly he didn't understand how bartering worked.

"you dont want to tell me a story? I thought you enjoyed stories love?" He smiled as he settled onto the floor of the living room in front of the unlit fire place.

"Is that what I said?" she asked with an arched brow. Dropping into a crouch before him, then with a liquid grace her legs curled up beneath her.

"Implied. I asked for a story. you said story for story. which is agreeable. but to reverse the order of stories seems like another matter all together. Come now I am fun to haggle with." He smiled and meet her eyes his dancing with wicked glee as they always did when he annoyed her on purpose.

"I love telling stories," she said with a smile, he knew she loved telling stories. Some in truth, some in falsehood, past and present.. occasionally one of the future. Not that he really ever noticed when she did. All these years and she still had a few secrets, just as he did.


Her gaze moved over him once more, "That is because you think you are going to get your way." she teased.

"Not so. I am just so easily bribed and ever a delight to pay." He said as he stretched out leaning back and holding himself up on his hands.

"Hmm... what do you seem to think I have to barter?" she asked playfully.

His eyes darkened a bit as his minded settled on what he would ask for. His eyes locked with hers as he answered "Bleed for me"

She shivered slightly at his answer, but tried her best not to let him know how much that very idea appealed to her. "Now why would I do that?" she said with a hint of a coy smile.

He smiled and moved closer to her scooting like the snake a story of hers once painted him as with a sinners smile spreading across his lips.

"Two reasons" He whispered "One. Because you want to" he had closed enough to touch her as he whispered that and he reached out to brush her cheek and trail his fingers along her neck.

"And two because all stories are better with a bit of blood"

She bit her lip, the latent violence in his small gesture that any other woman would take as a caress of love, she took as a threat of pain, it made her shiver.

"Blood... are you going to make me bleed or do you wish to watch?" she said softly.

His caress turned harsh then. His nails racking down the side of her neck suddenly in an attempt to pierce her skin with his formidable strength. He growled and licked his lips his eyes hot with twisted love and want "and what would be the fun in only watching?"

She hissed in pleasure as his nails broke her skin, a slow rivulet of blood ran down her neck. Her eyes were closed, her tongue ran slowly across her extended fangs before her lashes fluttered open, her golden eyes darkened just so with desire.

"Your story." she said a low rumble rolling through her words.

He growled and leaned forward, his tongue trailing the length of the cut as he lapped lustfully at the wound. He pulled back and looked her in the eyes his lips and tongue still colored with her blood as he smiled wickedly and nodded.

"My story first it is"

She shivered but nodded her head yes, that she had earned his first story.

"Your story," she said once more.

"Have you met the harpy? She like a piece of art work. all subtle curves and soft edges. When I arrived in town I headed to the Regency to check in and well was a little side tracked by her. She was all coy smiles and was as pink and alive as they last three meals I have had.

We chatted nothing meaningful and left the hotel. Tried to have coffee but between us the poor coffee girl looked as though a strong wind would push her over the edge so to be neighborly we left.

We came back her. To the couch we so neatly destroyed you and I my huntress." He didnt use that name often and it it's self was a proposition. A reminder what she was to him and how that set her apart.

"So we talk, we kiss. she says we shouldnt, I agree. We kiss more. she says she should go. I ask why. Her clothes fall away and we fall together like its interpretative dance. All soft touches and gentle sighs. it was worthy of sundance"

Teagan laughs, shaking her head, "I think you enjoy making them think that is the real you..." her head cocked to the side as she thought about it. Eyes moving over his body as she smirked at his story.

"Though some times I have to wonder if the you I see is the real you..." she says the last her tone honest and perhaps the closest to vulnerable as Teagan allowed herself to get.

Luke shrugged a bit and looked off into space considering. He wasnt one to reflect much. It just wasn't who he was. But after a long moment he looked back into her eyes and the true him peeked out from behind the mask of charisma and cruelty that protected him to face her honestly as well.

"I am yours. thats who I am" that came frighteningly close to telling her he loved her and he seemed almost skittish to be back behind his mask

She smiled a hesitant smile, one that said she wanted to believe him. So for tonight she would, just as easily she would doubt him tomorrow, but that was tomorrow.


Leaning forward she kissed him, a gentle kiss that was all tasting and questing that ended with her nipping his lip hard enough to draw blood. "Mine..." she said against his lips as she licked the blood away.

He kissed her back almost hesitantly as the gentle gesture was so alien between them. The sharp sting of her bite summoned a gasp and a shudder of pleasure as some of the tension leaked out of him now firmly back in familiar territory. he grabbed her arm stopping her from moving back as he returned the gesture and lapped ones again with love and awe at her blood

"Mine..."he whispered back softly.

"Your turn" He said as he pulled away once more

"Your Primogen, Esteban. We met on the street, he bought me a drink. We made small talk, and got into his car, where he couldn't keep his hands off of me." she said with a hint of a smile, "He took me out on his boat, we barely made it out of the marina and out to sea. The taste of the salt on the wind, it clung to his skin.. to mine. He tried to be rough..." she smirked at the memory, a telling motion as her tongue swept across her lips. He hadn't been bad, but as her eyes found Luke's once more they spoke plainly, he wasn't Luke.

"Problem being he might try his best to dish it out.. but he couldn't take it..." she whispered inching closer to her lover.

"Ooo Estaban's pretty." He cooed as he moved closer to her his hand coming to rest on her knee before he began to stroke her thigh. "What did he do to you?" He licked his lip as he asked. It was customary for the occasional reenactment during story time. For clarity's sake of course.