a Thief in town

she smiled and kissed back lightly

i think i can do that

she smiled and draped her arms around the Spaniard's neck, kissing him lightly again and pulled back to kiss his nose sweetly

gentle enough?

These soft kisses were nice. No demanding tongues, sharp fangs or nicked, bleeding lips. Just the soft pressure of lips against his own.

He loved Giacinto dearly, but sometimes her roughness could get too much.

And at the moment, this soft caress was what he wanted. One large hand stroked down her cheek softly.

she smiled, and leaned into the touch

she felt indulgent and wanted to spoil him with soft touches, and so turned her face so she kissed his palm and then his wrist, nuzzling them before turning to face him again and toyed with his hair and smiled up at him

hmm~ never new a Vampire hunter could be gentle...guess you proved me wrong

she smiled wider and kissed along his jaw and down his neck and now draping her arms around his waist, enjoying the firmness of the muscles she could feel

These soft touches were intoxicating. He had grown too accustomed to the harsh sting of a whip and the rough swipe of his mates tongue.

"Anyone can be gentle when they put their minds to it." He curled a lock of her hair around his fingers, watching as the hair twisted and slipped through his digits.

"And being a Vampire Hunter doesn't define me. I have other talents."

He arched his neck back when her lips trailed down it, ruby eyes sliding shut.

she grinned and kissed his neck again, letting the tip of her tongue dart across the skin

care to show them to me? tell me, what the Great Spanish Vampire Hunter can do

she chuckled and pulled up his shirt a little so it exposed his lower back and traced patters before gently rolling them over so she was straddling him and leaving him open to what she will

lifting his arm up, she pushed the sleeve out of the way, letting her eyes slide closed as she kissed her way down his forearm, tongue darting out on occasion to trace veins

"The Great Spanish Vampire Hunter is my dad. I just go by Nicio." He grinned down at her.

He moved to her will, lying submissively beneath her, staring up at her through hooded wine eyes.

He found dominant women sexy. And the soft caresses she kept giving him were equally as sexy.

Sharifa smiled down at him before placing his wrist back down so she could support herself as she leaned over him.

she liked his scent. it was a bit more tangy than the others, like a slight spice, Tomatoes and oregano. it was a new scent she wanted to experiance fully

she leaned in closer to him, letting her nose skim over the skin of his neck, taking in his scent fully, and felt her mouth watering.

well, that was a first

swallowing a few times, she let her tongue trail up his neck and reveled in the taste. she wanted badly to bite down and taste him properly, but restrained herself and bit back the urge and pulled away slightly and sat up so she could let her hands wander over his torso, slowly pushing up his shirt

When her nose skimmed over his skin he felt just a little bit nervous.

As much as he liked this woman and her gentle touches, having any vampire that he didnt unconditionally trust near his neck was a little nerve-racking.

Though Giacinto's words did run through his head. 'If anyone wants to drink your blood, let them. It'll strengthen the bond they have with you. And thats important when you're an Elder.'

So, beating back his nervousness, he stayed silent, arching his neck just a little more.

But when she pulled away, his eyes found hers again and his hands moved up to her hips, thumbs brushing soft circles on her skin.

she smiled again, raising an eyebrow slightly and hummed at the touch

are you nervous with others going near your neck?

she could smell the small spike of adrenaline and anxiety pulse from him, but then it was nulled again forcibly.

she didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable, so, if he said yes, she'd make sure to keep clear from going to close

instead she settled for undoing his shirt and trailing kisses down his torso, noting all of the scars, and wondered how many were actually received from battle or in other ways.

her eyes darkened a little at the thought

"Apologies, but when you're fighting rogues, they go for your neck more often than not. I dont much like having anything that can tear my throat out close. Fangs are designed for such an action." He was calm now. He had given himself a pep talk and remembered Giacinto's words. If she wanted, he'd let her bit him.

His eyes slid shut again when she bent her head to his chest.

His thumbs kept up the gentle circles on her hips.

Sharifa paused and looked up, looking more closely at his neck and saw more scars now, most of them very faint.

feeling a pang of sadness, and looked back down and ran her tongue over a long scar before speaking

then, if you wish, i will stay clear of biting your neck, sweetheart...it can't be nice to feel like that

it was a little like how she was a bit sensitive about her back, the area that was usually covered by her top...it was heavily scarred and sensitive

He moaned when her tongue ran along one of his scars. They were sensitive. Very sensitive.

"No, its fine. Do what you want."

He'd be damned if he gave himself a pep talk for nothing. Even if she merely kissed his neck he'd be happy. Just to know that he had talked himself into not fearing at least one vampire at his neck.

It'd be a great accomplishment for him.

Sharifa took a moment to study his expression, and decided that it would be okay to go near his neck, but she would take it slow and steady

she also liked the way he moaned as she licked a scar, and tried it again with another, licking scars as she moved towards his neck.

when she reached it, she gently cupped the back of it and rubbed soothing circles with her thumb to make sure he reamained calm, and licked slowly, languidly up his neck to behind his ear where then proceeded to nip it gently

He continued to let out little moans and noises as her tongue ran over numerous scars and his back arched a little towards her mouth, encouraging her.

His head lolled back further when he felt her thumb at his neck. The soothing rhythm was relaxing.

A low purr thrummed in his throat when she nipped the soft skin behind his ear.

she smiled against his skin and moved so she was able to kiss his lips again and traced her other hand across his collarbones as she rocked her hips slightly

hmm~ sensitive?

she grinned against his mouth before kissing him again and her eyes held mirth, glowing slightly as she watched the reactions of the man below her

A choked groan sounded, drowned out by her lips on his, when he felt so many sensations at once.

Sensitive? Very much so, apparently.

He kissed her back, lifting his hips slightly as his tongue trailed over her bottom lip. Kiss could still be gentle and involve tongues, right...?

she let her mouth open and gave him entrance, letting him take lead of the kiss as she pushed back against his hips again

the man seemed starved of a kind touch, and was more than willing to try anything to be gentle with him and would happily let him take lead should he want to...she would give him choice

His eyes slid closed and another quite purr rumbled through him as his tongue slid into her mouth.

His arms slid around her slim waist, pulling her closer gently, tongue caressing hers.

This woman - Sharifa - held a power over him with her soft touched and her willingness to be dominated. A power that he was more than willing to fall victim to.

she smiled at the purr, and gave a purr herself when he pulled her closer and caressed the inside of her mouth

she rested her arms against his chest and massaged her tongue against his, making sure to keep things gentle and let him take lead, as he seemed, still, slightly apprehensive and just needed a bit more encouragement

His purr quickly morphed into a moan at her purr. He was a cat-loved through and through and that purr turned him on like nothing else.

His large, warm hands ran up and down her back over her shirt a couple of times before sliding under her shirt.

Sharifa went ridged for a moment at the feel of fingers over her scars hidden by her corset top, and forced herself to relax again. if he could trust her, she would trust him.

after a moment of breathing, she relaxed again, and simply enjoyed the touches, trying very hard to not think about the scars

absolutely not thinking about the scars on her back that hadn't been touched in a long long time. most definitely not

He stopped dead when he felt her tense up, tensing up himself.

Obviously the scars he had felt were something that she wasn't comfortable sharing with others.

His hands slid out from under her shirt immediately and came to rest on her hips. He gave no verbal apology, but it was in his eyes and the soft way he rubbed his thumbs over her hips.

she sighed quietly and relaxed fully again, seeing the apology in his eyes, and smiled against his lips, letting her eyes close again at the soothing feeling of his hands at her hips

to show he was forgiven, he purred again and shifted her hips once more, her hands trailed down him, dancing around the edges of his waistband

He returned her purr with one of his own, his lifting to meet hers, grinding softly before dropping back to the floor.

He broke from the kiss, trailing lips downwards to her jaw. He hesitated at her jaw for a second before trailing kissed down her neck.

she hummed appreciatively, and tilted her head back submissively.

it was a habit she couldn't break

she viciously held her thoughts at the present and drowned herself in the feelings and the person doing this to her

her hand stroked through his hair, and she was now laying flush against him, legs still straddling him as she smiled slightly, her eyes still closed and letting this man do what he will.....for now

she grinned