Blossoms and Citrus

"You fascinate me" She purred out in an airy voice. She smiled at him just enough to show her pointed fangs, their pearly white color standing out against the deep red of her full lips.

"Good." He speaks with an equivilant amount of softness resting on the tone of his voice.

"Because you fascinate me as well." His fingers twitch slightly from their resting position on his knee, they have an eagerness to touch, to explore, but only for a split second.

The vampire's smile grew even still as she gazed upon him. Suddenly a longing for closeness came over her. It started off as just a physical longing, but something inside of her yearned for it as well.

It had been so long since she'd been with another, since she'd had the presence of another man in an intimate way. Both of their bodies exposed, she couldn't help but wonder what his intentions really were. If he wanted to touch her he was showing an incredible amount of self control.

But she knew this man, she knew how he enjoyed to toy with people. Could this be yet another one of his games? Beyond that, she'd never been with another man that she let live after being intimate with him. Save only one exception.

All though she was hesitant, she found herself wanting to be near him more then any of that. She just wanted someone to hold her. She'd been so cold for so long, and here he was. This peculiar man who puzzled her so much, who had an interest in her as well.

"It's warmer here in the shower you know." She invited him, her tone soft. Though her voice was confident, there was an air of unsurety hidden about it.

Smiley straightens his back and looks into the shower for a moment coming to the conclusion that he should in fact seize this particular moment. He knows in the back of his mind he could come across a moment similar to this again. It wouldn't be hard. This woman has already expressed an interest in him, what would hold her back from doing so another time?
But that is beside the point. He wants this moment... More like he chooses this moment. And so the lean, snow and cherry-skinned vampire gets to his feet and steps into the shower with the angel, sitting before her. Never breaking their eye contact for a second.

Jenevieve held her gaze at his as he stood before her and then sat across from her within the pouring hot water. She continued to keep her arms folded across her breasts and her legs closed together. Why exactly was a subconscious, showing that her mind was still catching up with the actions happening before her. Showing that there was still a hint of uncertainty in what she was allowing to happen. The steam rose in the air from the hot water cascading down their normally cold flesh. She smiled at him.

"See?" She asked as they stared into each others eyes. "Much better." She coo'd out. This was a new side to her. A more carefree and relaxed Jenevieve. A part of her she'd kept hidden away for so long.

His voice is near a murmur as he speaks to her,

"If it's so warm then why are you covering yourself?" His eyes are locked onto her's and his lips close softly around the end of his question.

The vampire took a deep breath through her nose and let it out with a sigh. Of course he would ask that. And what was she supposed to say? She wanted to show herself to him. To be intimate with him. But she wasn't sure she could trust him yet.

She didn't know him that well. Not that that really mattered when it came to who she was lascivious with. The only exception with Smiley was that she didn't want to kill him in the end.

What she did know of him drove her crazy, confused her, and excited her all at once.

"Because I'm not sure if I'm ready to expose myself to you yet." Was all she could manage to say, keeping her voice steady.

Silently, Smiley raises his arm and touches the tips of his fingers to her ivory shoulder, tracing them down, down delicately as though he was trying to caress any goosebump that arose on her flesh. Again his eyes never once drift away from her's. Secretly he is entranced by her, but he doesn't allow himself to expose this fixation he has to her, that would render him weak in her eyes and he knows it. She should know he is interested in her... But not that she has a certain power over him. And he will not submit his control to her... Not yet.

He continues to run his fingertips up and down her arm, looking into her eyes, recording in his brain that she doesn't feel like smooth, cold marble. That her skin is soft... Softer than satin, the kind of satin one would want to slip between and feel caress their flesh.

"You should come closer to me."

Without breaking eye contact with him, she slowly made her way in closer. Her bright red eyes gazed deeply into his heteroclitic lavender ones. Still holding on to some sort of reservations, she was sure to try and not show her chest or between her legs as she moved her body near his. She dare not break eye contact with him. Looking into his eyes was one of the most captivating things she'd experienced. There was so much going on behind those violaceous eyes, small glossy windows to a complicated and compelling man who was nearly impossible to understand.

In one soft motion his large, ghost-white hand runs down her side and over her hip, tracing along her pelvis as he tries to picture what her bones look like, entangled in tendons and muscle. And just as quickly as his hand ran down, it runs back up her side, his eyes never detaching from the gaze they hold together.

His voice is very quiet, the pounding of the water on their bodies would almost mask the near-silent noises emerging from behind his lips,

"You should sit in my lap again."

Given the situation they were in it wasn't a peculiar request. But still it made the young vampire slightly breathless as she heard the words emit from his lips.

"...why?" She asked softly. Now that was an odd question. But it was all she could think to say in the moment.

Smiley locks his unreadable lavender eyes on her bright red ones. He knows that this is the point of no return, that whatever he says could turn this moment onto so many other paths except for back in the direction from which he came from. And in this very instance, he decides to go with the path of honesty, knowing that it will draw her closer to him.

"Because I miss you there." He says softly.

The young woman remembered waking up upon his lap after letting herself get drunk. How easily he could have used her then. And yet he didn't. He merely let her rest on his lap until she recovered, protecting her from her own stupid mistake.

She let her eyes break away from his for the first time and gazed down at his lap, her cheeks getting hotter. She let her eyes gaze upon his manhood. He was completely relaxed, as if all this was totally platonic and nothing else. He wasn't monstrous, but not something average either. He looked well groomed, like he took good care of himself. Jenevieve's cheeks got rosier as she studied the private parts of his body, liking the way he looked. Liking it very much.

Smiley allows her to study his body, trusting that she will return the favor, and while she drinks in his body with her eyes he allows his own eyes to wander over her snowy strands of dampened hair. After a few silent moments of gazing he leans his head back against the cool tile and continues to look down at her looking down at him. He keeps his body totally relaxed and his breathing steady to show he is in control, that he is allowing her to do this.

The young vampire took a deep breath and gently slipped herself onto his lap. She looked up into his eyes again, taking in short little stifled breaths.

Smiley bends up his knees behind Jene's body, feeling her soft skin rub against his as she slides into his lap, and he rests his hands calmly on her calves. His member stays smooth and soft beneath her body, his pubic hair is gentle against her rear and crotch. His body is warm from the pounding hot water and steam which engulfs them, draws them together, fills his lungs with vapor mixed with air. Smiley's eyes wander up so he can look into her's and he reveals to her a crooked smile, letting his fingernails graze gently over her skin.

The young vampire laughed softly as she gazed upon him, enjoying the way their slicked up bodies felt against each other. The fact that we was totally relaxed confused her though, his intentions still very unclear to her.

"So very peculiar indeed." She whispered, removing her arms from her chest so he could look upon her bare body. Water droplets rolled down the soft skin on her bounteous breasts, now exposed for him to see.

His face retains the same content look as he lets his curious eyes wander over her ample breasts, another one of her well kept secrets revealed to him. Smiley lets his fingers creep slowly up her silky sides, threatening to touch her in ways only a lover would provide, but he then lets them wander back down to rest on her curvaceous hips, pulling her drenched body slightly closer to his own. His fingers twitch softly against her sides and his tongue peeks out through the rosy fold of his lips, only to slip back into his mouth, like a hungry snake flicking out his tongue.

The young vampire slid down and leaned her head on Smiley's shoulder. Her hands rested on his chest as she closed her eyes. It had been so long since she had been close to a man like this. It made her feel content, a small comfortable flame flickering inside her normally cold and stoney heart.

"I wish I knew your real name." She whispered out softly in his ear after they had sat there for a few minutes in silence, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies pressed together.

The muscles in his body tense very slightly when Jene rests her delicate body against his like this.But he then relaxes slowly, letting her do the same against his chest and shoulders. Smiley's hands rest on the small of her back and he allows his hand caress her pearly skin gently, taking in every aspect of how she feels so close to him. The vampire leans his face down, close to the side of her head and he inhales softly, taking in the way her scent swirls around and caresses the inside of his nose, imagining it moving like lazy clouds of cherry-colored vapor against his nostrils.

"Do you even know the one I have now?" He questions in a whisper, his eyes still closed softly, his body not moving whatsoever.

Jenevieve realized then that the two of them had never been properly introduced. It added an extra sense of surrealism to the situation. How against everything she stood for this all was. This man probably didn't even know her name.

"I've heard them call you Smiley." She says in a near whisper.

The pale vampire leans his lips forward so she can feel his breath against the flesh of her ear.

"Then that's my name~" He hums out quietly, letting his fingers graze and brush over her hips, his touch even lighter than the sprinkle of the water upon their bodies.

At that Jenevieve sat up and looked at him. She had a confused little smile, her brow furrowed slightly.

"That's an odd choice of words. "Then" that's my name? Are you shy about your real name?" She asked, caressing her finger in little circles around his chest.

"Is it embarrassing? I promise I wont tell anyone." She coo'd, her voice soft. There was a lighthearted tone about her, the faint smile still gracing her lips.

Smiley feels a tinge of annoyance toward the woman's jabber on about his name. What did it matter anyway if she knew? He barely knows it himself... He would have to crawl back deep into the hidden chambers of his mind an retrieve it from... That part of himself. The part that he keeps hidden even from himself, that threatens to spill over from time to time and raise a hell he knows he cannot recover from.

"I chose not to remember it." He replies calmly, not revealing the hidden discontent toward her questioning.

She stared into his eyes a moment before resting her head back on his strong shoulder.

"So you would rather go by Smiley then?" she asked softly, just a faint hint of playful teasing in her voice. It wasn't strong though, mostly because her confusion and wonder at him was what was more prevalent in her tone.