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Chained to a chair in Deacon's living room, Tina sighed and tried to block out the annoying sounds of vampires laughing and talking, discussing their latest kill. The talking was bad, the music was worse and Quinn had been staring at her since he had walked in the door. Deacon was sitting outside by his pool and a thin woman with short, bleached hair was gently massaging his shoulders as she nipped at his ear.
Tina frowned, her eyes boring into the vampire woman's back. She was suddenly aware of the fact that she was insanely jealous and it shook her to the core. She tore her eyes away from Deacon but found her gaze wandering back toward him unconsciously. With a growl he pushed away the woman with bleached hair and Tina smiled triumphantly.
The woman slapped the back of his head and said something to him that Tina couldn't hear over the music but Deacon was on his feet in a second. He grabbed the woman's arms and yelled something at her before throwing her aside. She nearly stumbled and pitched head first off the roof, but Deacon was watching Tina too intently to notice.
"You were right," he said, unlocking her handcuffs.
"About what?"
"This party is fucking boring," Deacon replied, then took Tina's good hand in his and led her back to the bedroom. "What do you say I take you out for dinner?"
She cast a smile in his direction as he closed the door behind them. "Dinner? In a real restaurant?"
"In a real restaurant," he confirmed.
Tina nodded, smiling and gently rubbing her wrist where the handcuff had been. "How can you be sure I won't run off?"
Deacon shrugged. "Just a feeling I have." He turned toward the closet. "We have to find you something else to wear though, my clothes don't really suit you."
Tina walked up behind him and rested her chin on his shoulder. "Why not?" she asked, staring into the rows of clothing. It suddenly occurred to her that she was nearly the same height as Deacon, her body lined up with his perfectly.
"Because you're a woman," he stated simply. "You should be wearing something more . . . womanly."
Tina laughed. "I like your shirt," she said defensively. "It's comfortable."
"It doesn't fit you," Deacon said.
"Sure it does," Tina replied, toying with the buttons. "I think it look sexy."
The vampire slowly turned to face her and he smiled slightly. "It does look sexy. But I think you'd look sexy in anything I decided to put you in."
She crossed her arms over the shirt and pulled it closer. "I'm not taking it off."
"What if I make you?" Deacon asked, smiling playfully.
"How? I'll just kick your ass," Tina said.
With a chuckle, Deacon reached toward her and pulled her arms away from her chest. Tina stumble on the carpet and slammed into him, but he held her shoulders steady and she straightened a moment later, still smiling.
"Way to make me fall," she groused, then met Deacon's eyes.
It became painfully clear to both of them in that moment how close they were standing to each other. Deacon still had his hands on Tina's shoulders and there was very little space between their bodies as she studied his face.
"You have amazing eyes," she said. "Has anyone ever told you that?"
Deacon glanced away. "Electrical yes, amazing . . . no."
Tina smile and touched his chin gently, his eyes meeting hers once more. "Electrical implies not being able to look away because you're forced not to." She smiled. "I can't look away because I don't want to."
Deacon became very conscious of the temperature of the room in that moment, something he had never noticed in his entire life as a vampire. It was stifling almost, the heat and moisture in the air began to weigh down on him as Tina's fingers travelled up his cheek to his forehead. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but he wasn't sure that was what she wanted. Maybe all she wanted was to feel close to someone, maybe her intentions were strictly platonic.
Her fingers were hot, Deacon felt as if his skin was on fire with her touch. Her eyes were deep, a dark blue that contrasted sharply to his pale eyes. He felt lost in them, more lost than he ever had in his entire life. Deacon Frost was a vampire, a leader to those who wanted to rule the humans and now here he was, completely enthralled by one, unable to speak because of her beautiful eyes.
On a whim, Deacon brought his mouth to hers and pressed his cold lips against her. He felt her stiffen under his hands, then relax slightly but her mouth didn't respond. He tried harder, wetting his lips with his tongue and opening his mouth slightly. Just as he began to panic, Tina kissed him back.
Her lips were hot against his, suddenly needy, crushing him beneath her. Deacon reacted almost instantly, his tongue darting out to trace her lips. Without breaking their kiss, Deacon began to walk toward his bed, pulling Tina along with him. She sat on the edge, her hand roaming his chest, pulling urgently at his shirt buttons. Deacon leaned backward, his body pressing down on Tina's as her tongue danced with his flooding his mouth with heat.
His buttons slowly came undone was Tina managed to work them, still passionately kissing Deacon. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and kissed him hard as his body pressed against hers, her heart beating faster than she had ever though possible. She ran her hand down Deacon's cold chest, fingers brushing over the hair on his chest on their way down to his stomach. Her tongue entered his mouth once more and flicked over one of his fangs.
Tina stopped the kiss and sat up, putting her hand to her mouth. "No," she whispered. "This is a bad idea. You're a vampire."
Deacon stood, knowing he looked just as shocked as Tina did. "And you're a filthy human," he said.
They stared at each other for a long moment before Deacon turned and ran from the bedroom, his hand swiping angrily at his mouth. His shirt fluttered partially behind him, still open and pushed halfway down his arms.
Quinn looked up as Deacon slammed his bedroom door and went to the elevator. The door slid shut behind him and he began to descend. Quinn smiled, then turned his gaze to the bedroom. She would be alone and this would be his perfect chance.
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Chained to a chair in Deacon's living room, Tina sighed and tried to block out the annoying sounds of vampires laughing and talking, discussing their latest kill. The talking was bad, the music was worse and Quinn had been staring at her since he had walked in the door. Deacon was sitting outside by his pool and a thin woman with short, bleached hair was gently massaging his shoulders as she nipped at his ear.
Tina frowned, her eyes boring into the vampire woman's back. She was suddenly aware of the fact that she was insanely jealous and it shook her to the core. She tore her eyes away from Deacon but found her gaze wandering back toward him unconsciously. With a growl he pushed away the woman with bleached hair and Tina smiled triumphantly.
The woman slapped the back of his head and said something to him that Tina couldn't hear over the music but Deacon was on his feet in a second. He grabbed the woman's arms and yelled something at her before throwing her aside. She nearly stumbled and pitched head first off the roof, but Deacon was watching Tina too intently to notice.
"You were right," he said, unlocking her handcuffs.
"About what?"
"This party is fucking boring," Deacon replied, then took Tina's good hand in his and led her back to the bedroom. "What do you say I take you out for dinner?"
She cast a smile in his direction as he closed the door behind them. "Dinner? In a real restaurant?"
"In a real restaurant," he confirmed.
Tina nodded, smiling and gently rubbing her wrist where the handcuff had been. "How can you be sure I won't run off?"
Deacon shrugged. "Just a feeling I have." He turned toward the closet. "We have to find you something else to wear though, my clothes don't really suit you."
Tina walked up behind him and rested her chin on his shoulder. "Why not?" she asked, staring into the rows of clothing. It suddenly occurred to her that she was nearly the same height as Deacon, her body lined up with his perfectly.
"Because you're a woman," he stated simply. "You should be wearing something more . . . womanly."
Tina laughed. "I like your shirt," she said defensively. "It's comfortable."
"It doesn't fit you," Deacon said.
"Sure it does," Tina replied, toying with the buttons. "I think it look sexy."
The vampire slowly turned to face her and he smiled slightly. "It does look sexy. But I think you'd look sexy in anything I decided to put you in."
She crossed her arms over the shirt and pulled it closer. "I'm not taking it off."
"What if I make you?" Deacon asked, smiling playfully.
"How? I'll just kick your ass," Tina said.
With a chuckle, Deacon reached toward her and pulled her arms away from her chest. Tina stumble on the carpet and slammed into him, but he held her shoulders steady and she straightened a moment later, still smiling.
"Way to make me fall," she groused, then met Deacon's eyes.
It became painfully clear to both of them in that moment how close they were standing to each other. Deacon still had his hands on Tina's shoulders and there was very little space between their bodies as she studied his face.
"You have amazing eyes," she said. "Has anyone ever told you that?"
Deacon glanced away. "Electrical yes, amazing . . . no."
Tina smile and touched his chin gently, his eyes meeting hers once more. "Electrical implies not being able to look away because you're forced not to." She smiled. "I can't look away because I don't want to."
Deacon became very conscious of the temperature of the room in that moment, something he had never noticed in his entire life as a vampire. It was stifling almost, the heat and moisture in the air began to weigh down on him as Tina's fingers travelled up his cheek to his forehead. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but he wasn't sure that was what she wanted. Maybe all she wanted was to feel close to someone, maybe her intentions were strictly platonic.
Her fingers were hot, Deacon felt as if his skin was on fire with her touch. Her eyes were deep, a dark blue that contrasted sharply to his pale eyes. He felt lost in them, more lost than he ever had in his entire life. Deacon Frost was a vampire, a leader to those who wanted to rule the humans and now here he was, completely enthralled by one, unable to speak because of her beautiful eyes.
On a whim, Deacon brought his mouth to hers and pressed his cold lips against her. He felt her stiffen under his hands, then relax slightly but her mouth didn't respond. He tried harder, wetting his lips with his tongue and opening his mouth slightly. Just as he began to panic, Tina kissed him back.
Her lips were hot against his, suddenly needy, crushing him beneath her. Deacon reacted almost instantly, his tongue darting out to trace her lips. Without breaking their kiss, Deacon began to walk toward his bed, pulling Tina along with him. She sat on the edge, her hand roaming his chest, pulling urgently at his shirt buttons. Deacon leaned backward, his body pressing down on Tina's as her tongue danced with his flooding his mouth with heat.
His buttons slowly came undone was Tina managed to work them, still passionately kissing Deacon. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and kissed him hard as his body pressed against hers, her heart beating faster than she had ever though possible. She ran her hand down Deacon's cold chest, fingers brushing over the hair on his chest on their way down to his stomach. Her tongue entered his mouth once more and flicked over one of his fangs.
Tina stopped the kiss and sat up, putting her hand to her mouth. "No," she whispered. "This is a bad idea. You're a vampire."
Deacon stood, knowing he looked just as shocked as Tina did. "And you're a filthy human," he said.
They stared at each other for a long moment before Deacon turned and ran from the bedroom, his hand swiping angrily at his mouth. His shirt fluttered partially behind him, still open and pushed halfway down his arms.
Quinn looked up as Deacon slammed his bedroom door and went to the elevator. The door slid shut behind him and he began to descend. Quinn smiled, then turned his gaze to the bedroom. She would be alone and this would be his perfect chance.
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