Blossoms and Citrus

Jenevieve quickly walked back up to her room, her boots sloshing with every step. Her dress was uncomfortably weighed down from the water soaked into it. She left a little puddle in her wake. Her wet white hair still stuck to her forehead and blushing cheeks. Her fists clenched and unclenched as she stormed down the hallways, feeling utterly abashed from what had happened out by the pool. The sheer embarrassment she felt from that curious brute of a man throwing her, fully clothed, into the water was enough to make her blood boil, not even taking into account when the elder tried to make advances on her directly after.

Smiley sighs out through his nose as he lounges in the pool, his clothes getting heavy with the moisture that seeps through the fabric... His boredom beginning to overcome him. He relaxes and sinks down under the water, pushing his feet against the concrete base of the man made body of water to glide to the other end of the pool, pulling himself up out of the water, this is the closest feeling he has to flying… Gliding under the water. Though he does prefer flying. He emerges from the water, clothing heavy with the pool water, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging limply off his shiny, slicked torso, his trousers thick against his skin as he walks calmly down the hallway after Jene, the only noise coming from him is the drips of water falling from his body and then the sloshes his feet make against the wet fringe of his pants, slapping against the ground.

The young woman went to open the door to her room, but it was locked. She let out a little exasperated groan and leaned down to search her boot for her key that she kept safely tucked there, hoping that it didn't fall out during the scuffle. She sniffled softly as she thought about how wet and ruined her treasured clothes were from his folly action. How careless everyone around her was. Her brow furrowed as she dug her fingers into the little space inside her boot, wondering how someone can be so insouciant. And yet everyone in the entire coven seemed to be that way.

The sopping man turns the corner and spies Jene standing by her door. He honestly wasn't intentionally looking for her, but he's pleased he found her and his smile grows. He stops in his tracks on the other side of the hallway and clasps his hands behind his back, just watching her, analyzing her movements and reading frustrations like a dark novella. Smiley’s lavender eyes flash as he watches, his fingers twitching lightly behind his back, and his tongue flicks lightly against his upper lip. His breathing is silent, untraceable as the air fills his lungs and exit’s soundlessly through his nostrils.

Jenevieve felt a wave of relief as her fingers brushed over the metal frame of the key. She pulled it from her boot and then paused, as she could sense another's presence near by, watching her. She turned around to see his mocking eyes staring at her, and in turn she gave him a displeasured scowl. She stood up, looking at him with her fiery red eyes.

"What do you want now?" She asked him, her tone cold and a bit warn out.

He shrugs his shoulders, not taking his flickering eyes off her, a warm little vision of amusement resting behind his eyes, and as always, another rather unnerving unreadable expression lurks them as well. He scans his brain a moment to try and figure out if he could have some sort of reason to be close to her again and he speaks with a subtle smile,

“There are no towels in my room.” He lies to her calmly.

She let out a little shocked laugh.

"You expect me to lend you some towels after you humiliated me like that?!" She asked him, actually tearing up a bit again, but trying to catch herself. She wouldn't let him have that satisfaction again, even if he really did know how to push her buttons.

He grins wide at her discomfort and displeasure, these emotions in her cherry eyes fueling his amusement and interest.

“Absolutely not.” He states casually, but he doesn't move. He just stands there, watching her. His eyes seeing under her outward appearance, through her clothing and flesh, seeing something deep inside her body, but he can comprehend it in his mind... And he knows he can see it.

She stood there, just staring at him for a few seconds, studying his features, entirely puzzled by him.

"... I suppose you don't care either do you?" She said finally, before turning back to her door and unlocking it.

She slipped into her room and closed the door lightly behind her, but the latch failed to catch. Too upset to notice, she strutted over to her closet and began to take off her boots and stockings, again sniffling a little in displeasure.

He pads silently over to her door and leans against the frame, relaxing his entire body against it, letting the water run down his body, caressing the grooves of his frame and puddle at his feet as he listens to her movements behind the door, trying to picture what she's doing... Fantasizing in his mind that it's something much more dramatic than what is really going on. The clunk of her boots hitting the floor is translated into the sound of her latest victim collapsing to the ground, now a corpse. He shudders silently at his visions and he taps his fingers lightly against the doorframe to make a satisfying ticking sound with his nails.

The vampire reached back behind herself and undid the ribbon and buttons holding her skirt up, letting it drop to the floor. She then pulled off her wet blouse, so that she only wore a black lacy corset and bloomers. She pulled the ribbons from her hair, wincing as it resisted, until finally her white locks freely spilled down her shoulders in tousled waves.

Smiley hears the wet thud of her clothing as it hits the ground and his grin gets a little wider, knowing now that if he wanted to, he could slip right through the door and cause her even more embarrassment and anger... But he would have to return the favor as well. His brow furrows as he ponders on it for a moment, his mind drifting in and out of states of pondering the situation rationally and lurking into his fantasy, the window of opportunity slipping away from him.

Jenevieve unlaced the corset and let it fall to the ground as well, her large breasts finally free from their tight support. She took in a deep breath and rubbed her hands over her soft chest. She then pulled off her bloomers so she was completely nude and gathered up her clothes in a pile. She headed towards the bathroom connected to the bedroom and let the wet clothes land in a soppy pile on the tile floor. She softly sighed and reached over to turn on the shower, needing something to warm her body.

He takes this opportunity to open her door, so smooth with his gestures that he harbors no sound as he pushes his way into her room, staying out of sight as he closes the door behind him. He glides his body to the floor, sitting in an Indian-style position, and he closes his eyes, listening to the sounds of the shower and of her movements. He mind drifts somewhat to think of her frozen in this moment, and how he would enjoy seeing her snowy hair suspended in the air.

The young woman purposefully left the bathroom door opened slightly so that steam wouldn't cloud up the room. She stepped into the shower and closed her eyes as the hot water ran over her skin. She brushed her fingers up her arms and held herself, her head hung, letting warmth melt away the chill from her body, her once shivering body relaxing slightly.

He flickers his eyes open, feeling a slight tinge of discomfort from the cool air running over his wet clothing, chilling his skin. The normally pinker patches around his throat, cheeks, and nose have settled down to a pale rose color, something that he does not enjoy. He wonders soundlessly in his mind if Angel would be submissive enough to just comply with him getting in the shower... Probably not. Maybe if he were already nude the situation wouldn't have to be balanced out... He furrows his brow again as his mind ponders on this subject, but he rises to his feet as he thinks, stripping off his shirt and placing it on the floor, and walks over to the bathroom door as he pulls one suspender strap over his shoulder, letting it hang loosely around his buttocks.

Jenevieve leaned against the wall of the shower and slid down it till she was sitting on the floor in a little ball, her white hair slicked and dangling from the wetness, going down to her shoulders blades. She kept her eyes closed as she let her thoughts wonder, trying to relax her busy stirring mind with sweet nothingness. She tried to focus on counting the beads of water that hit her body, an impossible task but something to keep her mind numb.

Smiley pulls his other suspender strap down over his shoulder and lets his pants fall to the ground, slipping out of his boxers too as he silently steps into the bathroom, letting the steam engulf his cold, moist body. He steps over to the shower and sits himself basically right beside Jeneviene, though his body and her's are separated by the median of the base of the shower. He leans his head back against the wall and closes his eyes, letting the warmth replenish his pinkish-rose luster. And he sits there in silence beside her, keeping his eyes shut as he meditates and empties is mind, just lets his brain numb over from the day… Though there is always the badgering, but in moments like this he can ignore it. His breathing is gentle and soft as the color returns to the ends of his body and his joints, even in his inner thighs and ripe genitals.

She continued to sit in the shower, tilting her head back so the water ran over her cheeks, eyelashes, nose, and lips. She let out a little sigh through her nose, completely unaware that there was not only a naked man beside her, but Smiley of all people.

He curiously cracks an eye open to look at her hair flowing against her back and shoulders with the water... Truth be told it is not as satisfying as she would be completely submerged under the water, but he can make due with this vision. He closes his eyes once more and reflects one what he has just seen, letting the image play over and over, adding new details from the depths of his imagination, his body relaxing even more so than it did before.

The young lady vampire opened her eyes and saw him from the corner of her vision. She slowly turned her head to look over at him, her eyes wide. Her first impulse was to scream, but as she parted her lips no sound came out. She just sort of stared at him, taking in the situation, her cheeks turning a blushy pink color.

And though he can sense a sudden change in the atmosphere he doesn't move an inch, pretending that the moment is still occuring as it was before. As though Jene is still in her angelic sleep, the water caressing her figure beside him.

Nothing moves but his lips as he speaks out calmly, "You have three towels in here."

"You're undressed." She said quietly, not taking her eyes from his face. She blinked a few times, surprised she was able to mutter the words despite him with all his naked glory sitting beside her.

His eyes stay closed. His mind stays empty as well as he tries silently to hang onto the quickly fading calm mood in the warm room.

"So are you. He speaks out, his body not moving an inch, other than his strong jawline to speak out these words to her.

She kept her breathing steady, trying to keep her emotions in check. She tried her best to cover her gentiles and breasts from his view.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her voice a bit louder, gaining some of its power back.