Different but the same? - The Hideout (Chris Mayhew/DJ Switch)

Teasing.. always with the teasing. It was nearly crippling, at times. And right now, with her soft but firm body angled over his own, the curtains of dreams around their faces, the glint to her emerald eyes, the long and slow kiss and caress of tongue... she was driving him insane with desire, and she knew it. He pushed up firmly against her mouth, suddenly, in hard passion. Lips parted and instantly his tongue moved to dance with her own. He pressed firmly, kissing deeply and with great fire... then moaned against her mouth. Everything she was doing, had done, will do... sanity was slipping away.

His hand moved kind of roughly along her body, snaking around her back and deftly undoing the clasps of her bra... yet not pulling it away. Just freeing her breasts, as his hands then traveled quickly down to hr pants, and removed the fastenings just as quickly, fingers hooking instantly into the waistline of the pants upon her soft hips, and pulling.. pushing.. begging for them to be off. Desperate, were his actions.. he HAD to have her.

Oh, the kiss was more than welcomed. Her eyes closing in pleasure with a low moan against his lips as he pressed his hard against hers, letting her tongue find and caress his while she returned the heated touch he was giving her with the same kind of desire as he.
That she wanted him was obvious, even if she was mean enough to let him struggle with her pants without giving him too much help. If he wanted her, he'd have to take her. Though he could no doubt feel it, the lingering teasing smile against his lips as the fabric of pesky clothes was finally pushed away and the pants kicked off to land on the floor with little care as to where they ended up.

Sanity was overrated anyways. It was all about the moment, about the heat and the pleasure they shared between them, and she wanted him to lose himself in that. One hand coming to rest on his chest above his heart with the slight sting of her nails pressing against his skin while she continued to linger in that kiss with a hungry moan for more. Her own body betraying the warmth that had already started building up inside of her in the heated flush of her skin.

Taking... acting alpha, wasnt really in his nature. Sure, there was a part of him that could.. but there were dark things, tied to that. Things that he was scared off, honestly. Giving into the sometimes ferocious desires within a kindred heart, even one of weak blood such as they were, could be dangerous. But that didnt mean that because he repressed it, it didnt linger around. No.. it was there, and once her stupid pants were discarded, he aimed to get exactly what he desired.

Hands pulled at her hips, to position herself to straddle him more fully. Along with that, the hips were pushed down, to place her lower lips and fold to wrap around the length of himself. A deep moan, into the kiss, yet again. He was full of those, when it came to the heat that they pressed against each other in these moments. Louder and a touch more meaningful, these past couple of nights, than nights before. Not because it was better.. but because there was more to it, now, than ever before. He didnt even notice, the sting of her nails, as his pushed and pulled her hips up and down against the length... not yet within. Just a slow rocking along it. Teasing the both of them for a moment... but patience was wearing thin.

After a half dozen, or so, rocks... her pulled her hips further up.. to finally rest the tip between soft, wet, hot lips... staring hard and intently into her eyes as he did such. His breathing had returned, finally.. and it was blazing hot... and hungry. He waited there, a moment... just watching her... then with a slow and deep moan, his hands began to push her down. Down down down, upon himself. Agonizingly slow, that she could feel every single fraction slide within. And the pushing did not stop, until he was fully buried within, and a deep shiver slipped down his spine with eyes falling half shut again, in absolute pleasure. He had no words, just actions, right now.. though his eye shone with the love he had for her.

Soft lips parted, briefly breaking from his as he guided her hips, sliding himself against her and teasing her with his heat and his desire. It was enough to send a shiver through her, even as she pressed her lips to his again and moaned her pleasure as he continued those slow rocking motions of hips. Feeling herself reacting and reacting strongly as she'd held her own passion in check to make sure his was burning as red hot as it possibly could before he got what he wanted. What she wanted. It was enough to make her purr really. A sound meant to show him just how good he felt as well as encourage him further.
Not that he really needed encouragement at this stage, something that was made obvious to her as he moved her, pressed against her and agonizingly slowly moved her hips to allow her to take him inside of herself.

Her moan sounded in unison with his, though she was unable to keep her eyes open. Hers closing tight as she trembled briefly once her hips came to rest against his. Giving them both a few seconds to breathe and to simply feel each other before she slowly, and very very gently, straightened up and leaned back. Her hands traveling down his chest to allow her hands to rest on his warm skin while she straddled him. Her back arching to grind her hips against as her lips once again parted to allow a sound of pleasure to escape her, eyes opening slowly to gaze at him. So he could see the way he made her feel as much as sense it through her body language.

He felt... oh, God he felt good.

The strength she had clinched him with, within her.. the burning hot feel as he slipped fully within.. jesus christ... every single thing she did, was enough to shatter the minds of the weak. It nearly broke him, truth be told. To say that she felt good, did not even begin to chip the surface of the truth. She felt, like heaven. How could anyone.. anything, ever feel so good. He had lovers in the past, and things had been fun at times, and felt great.. but her. She felt incredible, in ways and degrees that he did not even know were possible. And these nights... she was a slice of heaven.. and likely would be, from now on.

The purr... that was unexpected, and it made him slightly flex within, as muscles all over tensed. It was a good thing, for sure. Then.. she slowly sat back, sitting up... hands dragging along the slight muscles of his chest. The delicious arch of her back, and the grind that accompanied it, caused his head to drop back and a deep sigh/moan escaped. hands moved away from her hips, and up the length of her chest. Finally, the bra was removed, allowing it to slide down her arms and upon her hands that rested against his chest. Palms ran slowly along the soft curves of her breasts, taking the delicate flesh of her nipples between fingers. Soft slow.. teasing pinches given to them, to cause her to react, a small grin upon his lips. Playful, even while he was in absolute rapture at teh feel of her wrapped around him and grinding against.

Jack drew her breath, holding it for a moment as she bit down on her lip softly before exhaling with a sigh. One hand traveling along his hand to come to rest on his hand as it tease her breast, pressing it firmly to her flesh as she slowly started moving her hips to his in a slow rolling motion. A movement that was accompanied by yet another moan of her pleasure as her head fell back and her eyes drifted closed.
Oh, she was already feeling the heat that had been building, but this? This already had her breathing turning slightly heavy and trembling between the moans and the sighs that flowed from her lips with each new rolling motion of her hips against his. Her free hand still touching him, fingers just lightly brushing across his skin as she continue those slow deliberate movement as if wanting to drag out the sensations for both of them. And just perhaps, trying to drive him a bit crazy again. Assuming, that was, that her willpower and self control lasted long enough to do so.

It was one thing to push into and out of her, again and again. It was another to be devoured by her, and her hips churning against his own, continuously. The constant warmth and pressure, the random clinching within, and the grazing of her hands, add the straightening and arching of her form, to draw him in just that litttttttttle bit more, and signaling her pleasure with the soft moans.

With hands now firmly pressed against the soft curves of her chest, his head rolled back, much like her own, eyes shut. Not that he didnt wish to watch her move and work, but the just lay back and enjoy.. was wonderful.

Willpower.. self control. He had them both, in large amounts, but even he might get impatient, eventually. Might. It was extremely rare, but it could be coaxed out of him. Fangs helped, and she knew that as much as she knew the earth was round. The soft touch against her breasts, became a bit more firm, as his hips moved to provide even more depth to the grind she placed upon him. Moans? Oh yeah.. he had a few. Deep and meaningful, in absolute delicious sexual agony. She held a spell upon him, one that he hoped would never break.

The Russian moaned again before biting down hard on her lip once more as she continued that agonizingly slow roll of her hips against his. Another sound of her pleasure sounding as she felt the touch of his hands grow a bit more firm, causing her to lean forward and press herself into that touch.
One hand now resting at his chest, one that had been resting on his hand, pressing it against her breast, guided it slowly up her body, over her throat and to her lips so he could feel the warmth of her breath before her lips parted to lick at his fingers. A soft wet touch of a gentle tongue before she slipped two of his fingers into his mouth.

Those emerald eyes of hers half way open as she gazed down a him. A warm hue to her skin as she moaned her pleasure around his fingers, and pressed her own against his skin again as she bucked her hips a bit more firmly to grind against him and causing herself to whimper in the process.
Really, willpower and self control? So overrated.. and she kind of wanted to give up on hers right now.

With hand trailing along her skin, his fingers ran roughly against the warm flesh of her neck until they reached her lips. With her lips sealing around them, his eyes slowly opened. Half opened, much like her own, he watched her draw in the fingers with intense and lust filled gaze. His breathing was deep and long, in perfect time with her slow grind of hips, but with teh sudden rough buck, a loud groan accompanied the motion. He hand upon her breast firming up that small bit more, applying a fair bit of pressure, now. He couldnt help it. She was driing him mad.. and he had to have more... yet the urge within wanted it harder... faster... but he contained it, for now, simply allowing her to work her magic, that she was so good at.

A shiver slipped down his spine, as well, causing his hips to push a little harder.. a little rougher, against her own. Wait.. what was the time? Bah... whatever.

The time was really the last thing on her mind as she sucked softly on those two fingers, moaning around them as that one rougher buck of her hip was followed up by more of those slow rolling movements that her moaning deeply before drawing her breath past his fingers. Greedily sucking it down before parting her lips, allowing his finger, still wet from her tongue and mouth, to rest at her lower lip and chin while she leaned over him.
Her brows slightly furrowed as she had to concentrate to keep her eyes open, wanting to watch him, wanting him to see the look in her own eyes as she arched her back to press against the touch. Needing more. Needing it quite badly in fact. Something her heated words only sought to confirm.
"Harder..." after all, she was on the same wavelength as him.

Jack leaned down, enough for her lips to nearly touch his even if his fingers still lingered on hers. Her warm breath escaping her in deep moans while she gazed into his eyes and whispered again.
"Please... ? Please harder..." she breathed. "Make me come..."

Done.

He was done, being patient. As such sucked upon his fingers, and whispered those words to him, his eyes opened a bit more. Hunger was there, but some deeper... perhaps a bit territorial or possessive. He had tried to hold it down, to keep it repressed, but he couldnt... just couldnt, any longer.

His hands moved down and snaked around her, one , holding around her chest and around mid back, the other, sliding down behind and placing a firm grip on her ass, He pushed her down, and held her there. His lips parted, and a breathy and deeper tone to his voice. He was still himself, just something.. was hotter, if that makes sense. A bit more demanding, than he ever was. They brushed against her lips, speaking, "When you come... bite me..." there was no please with that. He would make her come... oh would he ever, and she she did.. he wanted to, as well. Her helps was needed to make such happen, again.. when the time was right.

And with that, his arms around her pulled up up the length of his form, sliding his hips away, then SLAMMED back into her as hip raised while she was forced back down. That single stroke, was probably the most rough he had ever thrust inside of her. But it was not singular as such happened again... and again. The pace was slow, for only moments, but with each slam, the pace picked up. Faster and faster, until his breathing was in a frenzy, much like the sounds of hips meeting in heavy slaps. The grip upon her rear was more than firm, and it helped to force her up and down the length of him, roughly.

She didn't answer him with words, though the look of hunger in her eyes told him she no doubt would bite. It was in all honesty hard to hold back when he got her excited enough. And right now, that change in his gaze and the way he gripped her, only helped fuel a fire that already had her flushed with heat and desire. A desire which escaped her in a cry when he suddenly thrust roughly into her, her eyes closing tight as she barely had time to draw her breath before the next thrust drew yet another cry from her now trembling lips.

Both hands found his chest, trapped between her body and his as he held her tightly, as he guided her movements and caused her to tremble and cry out with each new thrust of his hips against hers. Her ragged breathing sucking down air in sharp short gasps between the sound of her pleasure while her nails pressed roughly to his skin, her control completely surrendered and placed in his hands. Hands that seemed to be taking advantage of that.
Not that she seemed to be complaining though, no, not one bit as she trembled with the cries of her pleasure and her passion. The way her body was slowly tensing,t he muscles starting to contract as he forced her towards her release telling him just what kind of effect he was having on her.

She wasn't going to last long.

With the change in the force, and the release of more controlling aspects of his being, the sounds he made changed as well, a bit. Not the moans and groans, but grunts, kinda. They were not vicious, but determined and strong. The stinging nails against his chest, didnt seem to help matters, either. The pain of it, only seemed to excite him all the more, in this state of mind. He NEEDED to to make her come. At the moment, his life was incomplete without doing it. And even though her cries... which somehow seemed to make him feel even harder within her... and the quivering feel of her lips as well as the heat of her form showed him how she was developing in that quest... he picked up the pace... as fast as he could manage. Hips lifted and fell just as rapidly as she was pulled and pushed roughly against the length of him.

His lips traveled up to the crease of her neck, brushing fangs in dark promise, against the heated flush of her skin. He was ready to bite her... the moment she bit him.. the moment she started to come.. ready and waiting, with parted lips storming hot breath across her neck rapidly. He wasnt going to slow up, at this point... the quick climax was the goal, now.. and that desire had nothing to do with the little time they had left.

Claiming. His actions were claiming, with deep, hard, fast thrusts. Then a whispered. "Mine..." against her neck, followed by a rough nip.

Faster and faster her breathing became until she could could barely breathe at all with the way she gasped, the raven haired girl having given up any shred of control at this point as she was lost in the moment. In fact, she was well and truly oblivious to anything but his touch and the feel of him. At least... until she heard his voice. That one word followed by a sharp nip of her skin which had her eyes flashing open a split second as her breath got caught in her throat. A half choked gasp followed by a sudden loud cry that spilled from her lips whether she wanted it to or not as her body felt the sudden crash of her climax, causing her to grip tightly at him while she trembled hard in his arms.

So, it was probably a good thing he'd told her to bite, because at least sinking her fangs roughly into his shoulder helped her muffle her own cries as she bit down hard enough to press her normal teeth to his skin as well. Shaking and crying out while the first wave was quickly followed by a second that gave her barely any time to breathe or think. But, hey, who really needed to think at a moment like that anyways? Not when she felt so good, not when it was obvious he hadn't just pushed her to her limit but thrown her over the edge as well.

He was right. She was his...

It was such a simple word, wasnt it? With a single word, came so much meaning. He had never placed claim on her before. It had been strictly a no-no, from him. She was a free spirit, and while sure he wanted her all to himself, she was free to run about and o as she pleased... as long as she came home to him, at the end of the night. And she always had. He attributed some of that to not trying to claim or restrict her...

Wave one.

But restricting and claiming, was currently in place. She wasnt going anywhere, with that grip around her body and upon her ass. He continued to slam into her, even as she reached her climax, to lengthen the duration and sensitivity of it.

Wave two.

As teeth sank into his shoulder, and she shuttered and trembled around his body as a whole, clinging desperately to him... he moaned out, as well. it was sharp, at first, but then began to drag out, as she caused him to release for the second time tonight. The Kiss smashed into him, like a runaway train, causing his arms to hold her down, as deep as he could get, within her. He shook hard, at first, with the release.. but managed to gather his sense just a little bit, in order to...

Wave three.

Bite. As she had leaned down to sink the fangs into his shoulder, once he exerted some will, his own head turned towards her neck, and long fangs sank deep into the flesh, just as deep as her own.

What more could the two do to each other, to squeeze out every single last drop of passion and lust, from thier relationship? This... this was... a new level. One that likely... couldnt be topped, right?

She'd always said she was up for pushing her own limits as well as his, always up for trying a new rush or a new fun thing that might inevitably cause her adrenaline to hit unknown levels. But this? This was a sensory overload like nothing she'd ever truly felt before.

The moment his fangs pierced her skin, her eyes flashed open again and her body grew limp in his arms even as the waves of her climax continued to rush through her, causing her to shiver and tremble but without any strength in her body with which to hold onto him. Good thing then he was holding onto her as muffled cry stilled, turning to but a low whimpered against his flesh while she tasted his blood upon the tip of her tongue, feeling his fangs in her neck and his body as one with her own.

Her eyes watered, well kind of, being a vampire and all, as she continued to keep her fangs buried in the flesh of his shoulder. The overwhelming feelings simply too much to process for the girl who normally had no problem taking on nearly any challenge thrown her way.

All she could do, drained of strength, completely at his mercy at this point in time, was to softly whimper against his shoulder with a barely audible voice while the lingering waves kept crashing through her over and over while he drowned her, not only in the pleasure of his embrace, but in that of his Kiss as well.

He was a wreck, as well. Fangs were cheating, no matter who they came from. Hers within him, his within hers... it was a sure fire way to get quick results or to drastically accent what was already taking place. So as they came together over and over again, due to the natural nature to thier sex as well as the unnatural, his strength was fading as well. His tight grip around her and upon her rear, fading... fading...

THe waves crashed over them both, drawing in ways they didnt even know were possible, until now. Exploring was fun. And as such, after long... long... long seconds of holding her locked within the kiss, and when there was nothing left to give her sexually... his fangs slowly slipped out, kissing her wounds away, with hazy and lazy strokes of his lips.

He had stopped breathing... which was extremely rare. It was too much to even think about breathing, at the moment.

It was such a soft, weak sound, the whimper that escaped her lips when his fangs slipped from her flesh, her own staying in him for a few more seconds before she could gather her thoughts enough to actually pull them out. Her lips finding her her fangs has just bit, kissing and licking at his skin to close the wound and to savour the last few drops of blood that had been drawn to the surface.

Were they suppose to actually do something? Be somewhere? After something like that?

The Hell she was going to be able to go anywhere anytime soon as the Russian simply collapsed on top of him in a mass of warmth and whimpered breathing that sought air her lounges no longer truly needed. Still softly trembling and unable to do anything but try to ride through the waves of it as the intensity of the pleasure softly faded into a kind of warmth and content feeling that had those whimpers turning to a trembling moan.

She didn't even try to move her hands to caress him as she might've otherwise done. That required a kind of focus she didn't currently have. And, it required strength, of which was now thoroughly drained. She couldn't even gather her thoughts enough to whimper his name.

It was a high unlike any drug she'd ever tried. And by far the best she'd ever had.

No.. she wasnt supposed to want to get up, yet. They both needed some time to recover, as his arms weekly wrapped around her, holding her tight to his chest. His slowly steadying breathing causing a steady and large rise and fall of his chest. One hand running along the muscles along each side of her spine, the other han sliding under her dreads and caressing and massaging along the length of her neck. He held a big big smile o his lips, and after small kiss placed upon her face... he fell silent.

There was still some time. Let's be honest, they pretty much just speed fucked each other, pretty hard. And it... was... amazing. But there was still time to recover, thankfully. So for now, he just lay there, holding and caressing upon her flesh. Her hips still fully consuming his length, that seemed to only slightly fade. Soft kisses and nibbles began to trail along her shoulder.

A part of him wanted to say it again, but he didnt. NOt now, not yet... maybe.

It was a good thing they still had some time, because there wasn't a chance in Hell she would've been able to go anywhere. Just the thought of moving was one she didn't want to think about as she turned her head so to nuzzle into the corner of his neck while she lay there, draped over him. She sharing her warmth with him as he shared his with her. Her cheeks still blushed with heat a her breathing gently slowing so she could actually manage to draw enough to calm herself. Slowly though, so very slowly, as she for now just seemed to soak up his attention and his touch as if unable to get enough of it.

No, she so wasn't moving, not one inch until she absolutely had to. And as of yet, she didn't have to. The most she seemed capable of managing to do was slide one hand away from his chest to brush the back of her fingers across the side of his neck with a slightly trembling caress.

He didn't seem to keen on moving or going anywhere. All he wanted, was to drift away with her. TO hold her till the end of time, to nuzzle and kiss her, like he was doing, until the world ended. He could last an eternity, in her arms.. with her like this.. with the pair of them like this. It would be a wonderful existence, to last like this forever. But this wasnt the last stop, for them. Perhaps they could settle down, when he finally got her back home to Moscow, but for now... it was nose to the grind, for the pair of them.

He lay there, caressing and kissing upon her form softly, and randomly. Between hands and lips, there was almost no part of her upper torso, shoulders, or had that was not touched or kissed. Love and adoration, he brushed across her. But all good things must eventually come to an end, and as such, as he looked towards the clock.. he sighed. "We have about ten minutes, love..." yes.. he called her love... rather casually and smoothly, too... as if he had been calling her that, all along. "About five to clean up and get dressed and five to get there." Yes... they had somehow fucked each other senseless, in about thirty minutes flat. It was a drastic difference to normal. Sure, they had fucked each other sensless before, but it was pretty much always long and drawn out, to eat up as much time as possible. This was really really fast, in comparison.

He wasnt complaining about that, though.

Until he spoke, the raven haired girl hadn't moved. She had no strength with which to move, though as he mentioned the time she knew she had to find some strength, somewhere... It was rough though, slowly pushing herself up so she was resting on her arms, leaned over him as she needed a moment just to try and focus, to try to force her body to listen to her mind.
It didn't want to. It wanted to collapse and roll up and stay like that in his arms for as long as he'd hold her. And so it protested, causing her arms to tremble briefly as she opened her eyes to gaze at him. Her breathing soft and slow as emerald eyes found his. Just staring for a few moments before smiling softly.

"I'm gonna get a quick shower..." a real quick one, but she needed to get her make-up off and new put on again, and well, she smelled like sex right now and that wasn't necessarily the right scent to be wearing to work.

Jack leaned down and brushed her lips across his with a sigh, possibly not having picked up on him calling her love or possibly just going with it. Whichever it was, she seemed happy as she nipped briefly at his lip with a whisper.
"Yours.." before moving to pull back, causing her to whimper when she had to lift herself off of him.

He stole a kiss, quickly, after her nip. A smile on his lips. "Ill join you." because yes... smelling like sex, not a good move for work.

He slowly leaned up off the bed, groaning unpleasantly at the sudden movement, His quickly kicked his socks off and moved to take her hand, to help her up fully, as well.. and to lead her to the shower.. fingers wrapping around and within her own. It didnt matter that she didnt reply with the same words. It wasnt going to stop him, from expressing their deeper connection, he had decided. He was certain and secure, with saying such. But as he started to lead her towards the shower, he turned his head to look upon her as he repeated her own words.

"Yours." spoken sweetly and softly.

It was probably a good thing that he was joining her in the shower because her knees were still a bit shaky, so having him to lean on helped. A lot actually. It also meant that as she leaned her back against the wall and reached into the shower to turn the water on, she was still holding his hand with hers, a lazy, content smile across her lips as she leaned her head back and looked at him. Her eyes half closed, looking a bit dazed really. In a good way.

"You mean to say I'm stuck with you?" Jack teased, the team already rising out of the shower that was quickly heating up.

He shook his head softly, already moving to gather the soap and cloth, lathering the fabric up. "Not at all. You are free to let me go, whenever you want." he said with a smile, but was he being serious? Sometimes it was hard to tell, since he was always smiling pleasantly. Maybe he was? Maybe he understood, that there might come a time.. where she would no longer need him, and move on. It was kind of the trend of his past... but if she did, he would likely be more than devastated.

His hands moved to her neck, with cloth within them.. and began to quickly run the wet and soapy cloth across her neck and shoulders... chest.. arms... his eyes intently upon the work he was doing.