private time with colorburst - Johnathon's Haven

Johnathon stepped off the elevator with the eye shattering nos on his arm. "Lead the way" he smiled.

She led the way down the hall, took a key card from her purse, and opened the door to one of the corner suites. It was a full apartment, almost.

"What do you think?"

"Nicer than my home " he laughed "I shame the ventrue with my crass living, and the anarchs for not rioting enough "

She smiled and closed the door, setting her purse on the kitchen counter. And she was back to her usual colorful outfit.

"So, now that you have me alone..."

He smiled while removing his jacket and tie. "You have an amazing soul razor. I'm not sure how else to tell someone like you that I am in awe of them "

He stepped close to her as he spoke

She leaned back against the counter, facing him.

"You're not the first to have told me that."

He nodded and leaned against a wall. "I would hope so. You know I really don't know if you have a partner or eschew that sort of thing all together, and certainly am not going to delude myself into thinking I'm going to sweep you off your feet. But you Raz0r as a person is someone I really would like to get to know, and even develop as much trust as one of my clan and sect can have with a Nos. "

"So what will it be Raz0r? Part of me wants to take you into my arms and bury my fangs into your neck even for the moment's pleasure and another part wants to see you as you truly are and prove that I actually value the person over the image."

She smiled.

"I have a Mate, one who holds my heart. But I do not mind if you wish to plunge your fangs into me."

And her Mask dropped away, leaving a thin skeleton with a thankfully whole skin hanging off her bones.

"But you may see me how I am."

Yes, he visibly started at her appearance. He was not that experienced with the Nos after all. But he smiled and walked up to her dropping his fangs as he did. "Hail Raz0r" he said while plunging his fangs into her neck

She reacted instantly, head falling back, hands clutching his arm and the back of his head. She gasped with pleasure.

He held her close, and only released his fangs after a few minutes had passed. Looking into her withered and corpse like face he smiled "You are always a gem Raz0r"

She shivered with pleasure, and smiled up at him.

"You are an interesting companion."

"Thank you. I try to be." he said while brushing some of her hair from her face "Thank you Raz0r, for showing me yourself. To see you as you as you are, and as you show the world was a great gift."

She smiled.

"I am not shy about my true face. But I am picky about who I show it to."

He smiled "It is an honor"

She leaned closer to him, nibbling on his chin.

"You are quite good with your fangs."

"Ventrue. We just don't put them into anybody" he teased while nibbling on her neck

She laughed.

"I know."

He nipped at her just long enough for another burst of pleasure and grinned "Might have been worth waiting a century for too"

She gasps as his fangs enter her skin.

"You wicked man."

"They kicked me out of the Puget Sound you know. I think I was the first Anarch in that part of the world. Very naughty indeed."

He teased some more with his fangs and stroked the back of her head as he spoke

He was driving her mad, and it was not wholly a sexual thing.

"I am not sorry. I would not have met you, otherwise."

"I am not either" he said in a low whisper while scraping his fangs across her shoulder "And if I had built this city first, then our paths may never have crossed" and again his fangs entered her outwardly cursed flesh

Much like an addict denied their fix for too long, she was taking exquisite pleasure in his Kiss. Almost melting in his arms.

And so he held it. Strong willed and passion driven Ventrue was driven. Slowly he scooped her up in his arms, and carried her to the bed to better administer the Kiss. Gently he let his hands move over her warped and misshapen form giving her the pleasure she had clearly been long denied.