Part 7
Skyler pulled back slightly to look at him with shock, "Why did we not feel this before?"
Ransom looked at her unfathomably, golden eyes glowing in the darkened room, "I don't know. Maybe we were not ready to feel it."
"Logical." Skyler grimaced. "I hate it when people bring logic into it. It just makes everything so much more illogical."
"Oh, okay." Ransom paused to grin down at her, "And that makes what kind of sense exactly...?"
"Never mind." She sighed and leaned back into him. "I can think of five things that would be much more interesting to do than sit here and talk."
"Five?" He raised an eyebrow, "Why five?"
"At last!" She wiggled her eyebrows at him.
Tugging off his shirt to skim her fingers along smooth muscles, she grinned up at him, "Five."
His footwear was the next to go, "Four."
"Three." His pants were unzipped and pulled off with his somewhat eager, and amused help.
"Two." She laughed and snapped his black silk boxers (I couldn't resist after all the discussion about what Damon wears... yum.), before pulling them off completely and sliding to the floor to stare up into his rapidly darkening eyes.
"What's next?" He asked, watching her flushed face intently.
"One..." She smiled slightly before her mouth enveloped him in moist satin, as he arched off the seat.
He growled slightly deep in his throat before dragging her up over his body to once again straddle his lap. She moaned as his long fingers ran lightly over her straining nipples through the velvet of her dress.
"How is it that you have retained your clothes while I freeze all alone in my birthday suit?" He asked quizzically, still stroking her languidly. She sighed and shifted in his lap to feel more of him against her.
"Just lucky, I guess." Was an afterthought as her mind registered what he had said.
"Hmm..." He lifted her up slightly to pull the bottom of the dress quickly up and over her head. "Not so alone anymore..."
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"He's dying, and they're all dead!" Rashel screamed, unchecked tears running the length of her cheeks.
"I know." Thierry murmured, his face pale with the news. Rashel and Quinn had gone after Ransom Blooded with a team, but he had been more powerful than they had ever suspected.
"Rashel...." Poppy reached out a hesitant hand to the older girl, but Rashel was beyond hearing.
"I request permission to take another team to get him in New York." She said, wiping her face roughly.
"No. You are not in stable condition to do so. Stay with Quinn, I will send Keller's team." Thierry said decisively.
"No! Quinn is dying, and you want me to simply hold his hand and say there there?!" In hysterics, she slammed her fists down on the edge of his desk. Anger flowed freely as she took in how calm he looked. Calm, despite what Quinn was going through. Calm, despite how volatile she was feeling.
"Stay in the mansion, Rashel." Thierry said low, with a dangerous edge to his voice.
"No." She said back, quiet after figuring everything out for herself. "I go tomorrow. You can either help me, or not, but you can not keep me away."
"What about Skyler? She's in New York, perhaps she can do something." Poppy said desperately, feeling the anger and tension floating from Rashel's tense figure.
Rashel turned to her with hatred in her flashing green eyes, beyond caring who was saying what, "What, send a little sex toy after the fucking Night Worlder who did that to Quinn? She wouldn't last a minute. I can't believe this! I'm going to kill him, and nothing is going to stop me. He deserves to pay."
She turned, and stormed out of the room, leaving Poppy and Thierry sitting pale and rigid in their seats.
"She's upset... I don't think she'll actually go..." Poppy offered uncertainly.
Thierry looked at her unfathomably before picking up the telephone that sat on the edge of his desk, "Nilsson? I want a full watch on Rashel Jordan. She is not to leave the grounds. Detain her with force if necessary."
"Quinn? Quinn, can you hear me?" Rashel lifted a shaking hand to press against the side of his still face, and kissed his lips lightly, cringing at the coldness she felt there. Tears erupted again, as she sobbed.
"Please don't go... Quinn... I need you..." She pressed her forehead to his, seeking the soulmate connection, and moaned when she felt nothing.
"I will avenge.... I will avenge....." She whispered into the quiet darkness.
Skyler pulled back slightly to look at him with shock, "Why did we not feel this before?"
Ransom looked at her unfathomably, golden eyes glowing in the darkened room, "I don't know. Maybe we were not ready to feel it."
"Logical." Skyler grimaced. "I hate it when people bring logic into it. It just makes everything so much more illogical."
"Oh, okay." Ransom paused to grin down at her, "And that makes what kind of sense exactly...?"
"Never mind." She sighed and leaned back into him. "I can think of five things that would be much more interesting to do than sit here and talk."
"Five?" He raised an eyebrow, "Why five?"
"At last!" She wiggled her eyebrows at him.
Tugging off his shirt to skim her fingers along smooth muscles, she grinned up at him, "Five."
His footwear was the next to go, "Four."
"Three." His pants were unzipped and pulled off with his somewhat eager, and amused help.
"Two." She laughed and snapped his black silk boxers (I couldn't resist after all the discussion about what Damon wears... yum.), before pulling them off completely and sliding to the floor to stare up into his rapidly darkening eyes.
"What's next?" He asked, watching her flushed face intently.
"One..." She smiled slightly before her mouth enveloped him in moist satin, as he arched off the seat.
He growled slightly deep in his throat before dragging her up over his body to once again straddle his lap. She moaned as his long fingers ran lightly over her straining nipples through the velvet of her dress.
"How is it that you have retained your clothes while I freeze all alone in my birthday suit?" He asked quizzically, still stroking her languidly. She sighed and shifted in his lap to feel more of him against her.
"Just lucky, I guess." Was an afterthought as her mind registered what he had said.
"Hmm..." He lifted her up slightly to pull the bottom of the dress quickly up and over her head. "Not so alone anymore..."
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"He's dying, and they're all dead!" Rashel screamed, unchecked tears running the length of her cheeks.
"I know." Thierry murmured, his face pale with the news. Rashel and Quinn had gone after Ransom Blooded with a team, but he had been more powerful than they had ever suspected.
"Rashel...." Poppy reached out a hesitant hand to the older girl, but Rashel was beyond hearing.
"I request permission to take another team to get him in New York." She said, wiping her face roughly.
"No. You are not in stable condition to do so. Stay with Quinn, I will send Keller's team." Thierry said decisively.
"No! Quinn is dying, and you want me to simply hold his hand and say there there?!" In hysterics, she slammed her fists down on the edge of his desk. Anger flowed freely as she took in how calm he looked. Calm, despite what Quinn was going through. Calm, despite how volatile she was feeling.
"Stay in the mansion, Rashel." Thierry said low, with a dangerous edge to his voice.
"No." She said back, quiet after figuring everything out for herself. "I go tomorrow. You can either help me, or not, but you can not keep me away."
"What about Skyler? She's in New York, perhaps she can do something." Poppy said desperately, feeling the anger and tension floating from Rashel's tense figure.
Rashel turned to her with hatred in her flashing green eyes, beyond caring who was saying what, "What, send a little sex toy after the fucking Night Worlder who did that to Quinn? She wouldn't last a minute. I can't believe this! I'm going to kill him, and nothing is going to stop me. He deserves to pay."
She turned, and stormed out of the room, leaving Poppy and Thierry sitting pale and rigid in their seats.
"She's upset... I don't think she'll actually go..." Poppy offered uncertainly.
Thierry looked at her unfathomably before picking up the telephone that sat on the edge of his desk, "Nilsson? I want a full watch on Rashel Jordan. She is not to leave the grounds. Detain her with force if necessary."
"Quinn? Quinn, can you hear me?" Rashel lifted a shaking hand to press against the side of his still face, and kissed his lips lightly, cringing at the coldness she felt there. Tears erupted again, as she sobbed.
"Please don't go... Quinn... I need you..." She pressed her forehead to his, seeking the soulmate connection, and moaned when she felt nothing.
"I will avenge.... I will avenge....." She whispered into the quiet darkness.
