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The steamy breath wisping along the side of her slender neck made Mary Lynette somewhat giddy. That and his hand sliding under her heavy cardigan. Weakly she swatted his arm but abandoned any further protest, it was hard to stop a vampire set on seduction. Oh, and it made her feel good. The feeling of doing something naughty was new to Mary Lynette but she surmised it was nothing new to the jaded Ash clutching at her greedily. She smiled to herself.
She leaned in closer to him moving her bare hand to reach his shoulder, halfway there his own hand intercepted and laced his fingers with hers, gloved and naked. She should be feeling somewhat vulnerable about this whole thing, but she didn't. Ash might be some creepy creature of the night that she had been warned about in bedtime stories, but this roguish vampire would never harm her. It was funny what love could do to even the most tainted of people. Perhaps she was a tad light headed, who wouldn't be around a suave and utterly gorgeous vampire, but Ash was there to balance her.
"Remember, don't do anything dumb like bracing yourself. It won't hurt, remember the last time? Just stay calm," Ash grinned against her nape, his fangs grated at her fragile skin. And then-penetration.
It didn't hurt exactly, it was in a word-ecstasy.
The cloud of delight that enveloped them both was a spiral of color, a wave of emotion that they rode together into total unity. As in touch with one another as they weren't with the world progressing around them they only distantly were aware of the person approaching until-
"Shouldn't you kids be saving that sort of behavior for, well," the older woman began. She was small of stature, barely reaching Mary Lynette's chest if she were to stand up straight. As it was she was stooped and weathered of face there was no way she could have seen precisely what she and Ash had been doing. Mary Lynette released a sigh of relief.
The old woman opened her mouth to continue but her tirade was halted by an intense moan from deep within Ash's throat. Mary Lynette could feel still that he was groggy from that, that.well, whatever it was, but the fresh blood and acute frustration were taking over his senses. Gently he pulled himself away, as if afraid to injure her and placed a delicate kiss where he had bitten her. Maneuvering the somewhat weakened Mary Lynette behind him, Ash set out to get rid of the meddlesome old lady who obviously had so little in her life to do or think about that she was critiquing others for enjoying theirs. In Ash's opinion this was truly sad, and he made to demonstrate his view.
"Listen, my girl and I went down to Motel 6, you know, the one off of exit 24B. But they wouldn't rent us a room on account of the last time we stayed there we left used needles and codoms all over the place. This is America for Chrissake! Shouldn't a guy be allowed to come and go as he pleases!? I tried to reason with the manager, but that is another story entirely. Anyways I went to the guy at the desk, this fat guy with like ten chins and a muscle shirt, but all he did was stare at my girl's, Ginger's, chest which ever since the surgery has been quite ample, let me tell ya," he winked at the woman's distraught expression, threw a gamine smile over his shoulder, and continued, " So after I beat him to a ruddy pulp for fu-pardon me ma'am, I mean, his unwanted attention-the cops showed up and threw us off the property. It took us about an hour to find this place, outta the way and convenient and then you how up! Here we were, minding our own business, and just getting to the good part and you had to ruin it all. I think you should be the one ashamed! So if you've a problem with Ginger and me doing what God intended tell someone who cares because I am feeling really horny and unless you want to fix my problem yourself, leave me and Ginger alone," Ash grinned.
"Oh, oh, my," the old lady moved forward, hit Ash with her purse and stormed off down the darkened street with a shrieking, "Well, I never!"
"That went well," Ash started laughing at his own story.
"That was really immature! Ginger? Was that really necessary? This is a small neighborhood, you know that. I probably know her. Who knows what she'll do, she might very well go home and tell my dad and then where will we be!? I might not be able to see you again. You can be such a pain sometimes," Mary Lynette rolled her eyes in frustration and started walking back home.
"No need to nag, what are you my mom? But what can I say? I'm a high maintenance kinda guy! And what may I ask is wrong with the name Ginger? I think that name is kinda sassy, trassy, and downright sexy," his voice dripped with insinuation.
"You would," she sneered, her warm breath mingling in a cloud of smoke with the misty and cold night air.
"How about you come here, we both forget about that little intrusion, we get a little horny, I give you a hickey, and we take you home to rest? I'm sure you must be tired. Did I take too much?" his eyes were sensual but caring.
"No, I don't think so, but your little concerned act isn't going to bail you out this time," Mary Lynette called back, she was at least half a block a way.
"Thanks, this really isn't an act," Ash began but she was too far away to hear.
He caught up to her quickly and tugged at her loosened scarf. She stopped and turned to face his silhouetted face in the moonlight.
"Do you really like my breasts?" Coyly she batted her eyelashes.
"Course I do Ginger, never doubt it," Ash leaned forward to brush his lips across hers.
"Good then, you can carry this," and she shoved the forgotten basket in front of his face.
Vaguely distracted he pushed the wicker container aside and made to further their contact.
"I do love your breasts, but they're a little bit too soft. You know, you're reasoning for giving me the basket, well, you are just not adding up- ," Ash argued but she planted a kiss on his open mouth.
"Shut up you big lug," Mary Lynette tugged at his shirtfront from where it was exposed between the open lapels of his jacket.
Ash smiled against her lips. He loved a tough woman, but even more one who kept him on his toes.
The steamy breath wisping along the side of her slender neck made Mary Lynette somewhat giddy. That and his hand sliding under her heavy cardigan. Weakly she swatted his arm but abandoned any further protest, it was hard to stop a vampire set on seduction. Oh, and it made her feel good. The feeling of doing something naughty was new to Mary Lynette but she surmised it was nothing new to the jaded Ash clutching at her greedily. She smiled to herself.
She leaned in closer to him moving her bare hand to reach his shoulder, halfway there his own hand intercepted and laced his fingers with hers, gloved and naked. She should be feeling somewhat vulnerable about this whole thing, but she didn't. Ash might be some creepy creature of the night that she had been warned about in bedtime stories, but this roguish vampire would never harm her. It was funny what love could do to even the most tainted of people. Perhaps she was a tad light headed, who wouldn't be around a suave and utterly gorgeous vampire, but Ash was there to balance her.
"Remember, don't do anything dumb like bracing yourself. It won't hurt, remember the last time? Just stay calm," Ash grinned against her nape, his fangs grated at her fragile skin. And then-penetration.
It didn't hurt exactly, it was in a word-ecstasy.
The cloud of delight that enveloped them both was a spiral of color, a wave of emotion that they rode together into total unity. As in touch with one another as they weren't with the world progressing around them they only distantly were aware of the person approaching until-
"Shouldn't you kids be saving that sort of behavior for, well," the older woman began. She was small of stature, barely reaching Mary Lynette's chest if she were to stand up straight. As it was she was stooped and weathered of face there was no way she could have seen precisely what she and Ash had been doing. Mary Lynette released a sigh of relief.
The old woman opened her mouth to continue but her tirade was halted by an intense moan from deep within Ash's throat. Mary Lynette could feel still that he was groggy from that, that.well, whatever it was, but the fresh blood and acute frustration were taking over his senses. Gently he pulled himself away, as if afraid to injure her and placed a delicate kiss where he had bitten her. Maneuvering the somewhat weakened Mary Lynette behind him, Ash set out to get rid of the meddlesome old lady who obviously had so little in her life to do or think about that she was critiquing others for enjoying theirs. In Ash's opinion this was truly sad, and he made to demonstrate his view.
"Listen, my girl and I went down to Motel 6, you know, the one off of exit 24B. But they wouldn't rent us a room on account of the last time we stayed there we left used needles and codoms all over the place. This is America for Chrissake! Shouldn't a guy be allowed to come and go as he pleases!? I tried to reason with the manager, but that is another story entirely. Anyways I went to the guy at the desk, this fat guy with like ten chins and a muscle shirt, but all he did was stare at my girl's, Ginger's, chest which ever since the surgery has been quite ample, let me tell ya," he winked at the woman's distraught expression, threw a gamine smile over his shoulder, and continued, " So after I beat him to a ruddy pulp for fu-pardon me ma'am, I mean, his unwanted attention-the cops showed up and threw us off the property. It took us about an hour to find this place, outta the way and convenient and then you how up! Here we were, minding our own business, and just getting to the good part and you had to ruin it all. I think you should be the one ashamed! So if you've a problem with Ginger and me doing what God intended tell someone who cares because I am feeling really horny and unless you want to fix my problem yourself, leave me and Ginger alone," Ash grinned.
"Oh, oh, my," the old lady moved forward, hit Ash with her purse and stormed off down the darkened street with a shrieking, "Well, I never!"
"That went well," Ash started laughing at his own story.
"That was really immature! Ginger? Was that really necessary? This is a small neighborhood, you know that. I probably know her. Who knows what she'll do, she might very well go home and tell my dad and then where will we be!? I might not be able to see you again. You can be such a pain sometimes," Mary Lynette rolled her eyes in frustration and started walking back home.
"No need to nag, what are you my mom? But what can I say? I'm a high maintenance kinda guy! And what may I ask is wrong with the name Ginger? I think that name is kinda sassy, trassy, and downright sexy," his voice dripped with insinuation.
"You would," she sneered, her warm breath mingling in a cloud of smoke with the misty and cold night air.
"How about you come here, we both forget about that little intrusion, we get a little horny, I give you a hickey, and we take you home to rest? I'm sure you must be tired. Did I take too much?" his eyes were sensual but caring.
"No, I don't think so, but your little concerned act isn't going to bail you out this time," Mary Lynette called back, she was at least half a block a way.
"Thanks, this really isn't an act," Ash began but she was too far away to hear.
He caught up to her quickly and tugged at her loosened scarf. She stopped and turned to face his silhouetted face in the moonlight.
"Do you really like my breasts?" Coyly she batted her eyelashes.
"Course I do Ginger, never doubt it," Ash leaned forward to brush his lips across hers.
"Good then, you can carry this," and she shoved the forgotten basket in front of his face.
Vaguely distracted he pushed the wicker container aside and made to further their contact.
"I do love your breasts, but they're a little bit too soft. You know, you're reasoning for giving me the basket, well, you are just not adding up- ," Ash argued but she planted a kiss on his open mouth.
"Shut up you big lug," Mary Lynette tugged at his shirtfront from where it was exposed between the open lapels of his jacket.
Ash smiled against her lips. He loved a tough woman, but even more one who kept him on his toes.