Righto, anyone who has issues with fun stuff, don't read. If you're one of those who had been hanging out for a steamy scene, well, here ya go, aren't I nice? It's my first attempt and you have been warned so don't flame me if you don't like it. Noni, I hope I don't lose your respect.
Prechapter entertainment by the lovely delta evenstarDelta snuck into Adi's room, closing the door gently behind her before making her way to the desk. She opened a random word document and started to type.
"Does she know you're doing that?" A male asked from where he was stretched out on the couch.
"What's it to you Julian?" She asked, meeting his eye with a slight smile.
"Well if it's trouble you're after-"
At that moment Emerald, a teenage girl with silver hair and green eyes, and Jacques burst into the room carrying an assortment of boxes and shopping bags.
"Delta, darling!" Jacques exclaimed, dropping the parcels he had been holding onto Adi's bed before rushing across to kiss Delta once on each cheek.
Emerald was much more interested in the vampire on the couch than greeting her authoress. In seconds she was perched on the couch, sitting dangerously close to Julian. He moved a bit further from the girl but it didn't seem to make any difference.
"Hi Em," Delta greeted but was dismissed with a wave of her muse's perfectly manicured hand.
"You know what?" Em asked Julian, "Your hair would look so much better if you just-" The teenager reached her hand towards the vampire's head as she spoke.
"Don't touch the hair," He warned. His voice was low and threatening as he bared his pointed teeth slightly.
Emerald's hand hovered in mid-air for several moments as she thought before she withdrew it, "Actually... it's fine the way that it is. Very..." She paused in search of the right word.
"Sexy?" Jacques offered.
"Yeah... very sexy."
Delta laughed at the look of disgust that crossed Julian's face effectively diverting the attention from the vampire to herself.
"Your hair however..." Emerald said as she leapt from the couch and examined Delta's long, dark brown hair that she had pulled back into a lose plait that morning. Em clicked her tongue disapprovingly.
"What's wrong with my hair?"
"It's plain!"
"Dull," Jacques added as he prodded a strand of it.
Delta turned to Julian for help. "It's just not as sexy as mine," he told her laughingly.
Before Delta could react Emerald and Jacques had removed her hair from the elastic that held it in place and were brushing and fluffing it. When she finally did react Delta fought off her 'hairdressers' and escaped to the other side of the room where she hid beside Julian.
"Bite them. Drain them," she suggested in a whisper so that only the vampire would be able to hear her voice. When he made no reply she added a hopeful, "Please?"
He shook his head, no. Delta would need to find help from someone else, and fast. Emerald and Jacques had started to advance upon her again.
"DEVIN... ARAGORN!" she yelled, hoping that her other muses would come to rescue.
"You don't have to yell," Devin muttered as he opened the door to Adi's room and moved to sit on the chair by the couch.
Emerald swooned at the sight of the tall man who had just entered. Devin merely ignored her, used to the teenager... well as used to Emerald as anyone could ever be when they were the object of her affection.
"What's so important?" Devin questioned.
"They were trying to give me a makeover," Delta pointed an accusing finger in Jacques and Emerald's general direction.
"And you want me to save you?" Delta nodded in response. "There would be a condition..." he continued, "Em stays here for a week and we go home so that she can shop in peace."
"Done!" Delta agreed quickly and Emerald gazed upon Devin adoringly.
The door suddenly swung open and Aragorn entered, his sword drawn as he scanned the room. "Sorry I'm late," he said.
"I could have been DEAD by now," Delta pouted.
"Well... you're not," Aragorn replied as he sheathed his sword, "I was guarding the corridor."
"Why was that so important?"
"There were halflings roaming about."
"Sure that they weren't just Adi's brothers?"
The ranger shrugged sheepishly, "You can never be too careful." (AN: Adi's brother's are all equal to or a foot something taller than she is which sucks for her despite the fact she is the oldest by 2, 4, or 6 years)
"Careful about what?" A voice asked from the doorway.
Delta looked to where Adi was standing by the door, "Aragorn's being overly cautious," she explained as she stood up. "I'm sorry we can't stay... I have a story to finish."
"Good luck with that," Adi responded, kissing Julian hello as she sat down at her desk. Delta took the opportunity to leave without Emerald, dashing to her car in record speed with Aragorn and Devin following quickly. She spun the tires as she planted her foot on the accelerator.
"Hi Adi," Emerald grinned as she perched herself on the edge of the bed.
"Didn't Delta and the lads just leave?"
"Yep! I'm staying here for a week! Isn't that just so exciting?"
Erik played softly as Adriana snuck up behind him, after watching him play for several moments, she rested her fingers on his shoulders and began copying the movements of his fingers in a light massage on his shoulders. It took Erik a few seconds to realise the way she was moving her hands, he lightly changed to a faster tune, which she followed, then as he played a deeper set of slow notes, she pressed his shoulders slightly harder, running her fingers along his back. He switched to part of Don Juan Triumphant dark and seductive, Adriana replicated his notes, slipping her fingers over his tense shoulders, like a cat kneading its claws. Erik sighed in relief, relaxing his muscles to her tender ministrations, playing all the while.
Actually the fact she was giving him a massage in time to his masterpiece was quite pleasant, and to be downright honest, damn arousing!
Erik turned his head to start kissing along Adriana's wrist, still playing. She bent her head in response and stole his lips from her wrist to meet with her own. Still with notes spinning around the room, Erik deepened the kiss, demanding she return his passion, which of course, Adriana did eagerly. (Well, wouldn't you? Oh don't lie you know you would!)
Twisting around, Adriana placed her hands on the front of his shoulders and slid one long leg over his lap to sit on his legs, Erik lifted one hand to run across her belly and up over her breasts, his cold fingers rubbing over her warm skin.
Adriana gave up on her massage and slipped her hands down to the collar of Erik's shirt, she slid the tiny pearl white buttons through their holes and pushed the open shirt over his shoulders, fingers blindly marvelling at the deathly pale skin she knew to be beneath. Erik's hands reached up and began tugging out the hair pins holding up her blonde mane, sliding his fingers through the fine threads over and over as more fell over her shoulders and brushed against his collar as the last of the pins were discarded.
"So beautiful," he breathed, burying his face in her hair (Authoress: All my muses seem to have a thing for my hair, be it touching, brushing, styling or pulling it, no idea why). Adriana fitted her fingers under his chin, tilted his face upwards to hers and kissed him again. Erik's shirt landed crumpled on the floor as he shrugged it away from his arms and cupped her face in his hands. Adriana arched against his slender frame, hair spilling backwards as Erik covered the pale blue veins in her throat with his lips, his fingers growing clumsy with need until he finally ripped the purple blouse from her body and started to tear down through her thin chemise.
"Erik!" she cried softly as he scattered her skin with kisses, he pulled back and looked at her. Her pale face was flushed and her lips swollen with kisses, her voice was low and hoarse, "Promise I'm yours,"
"What?" Erik did not quite understand her words.
"Promise me!"
The tone Erik did understand, he lifted her hand and pressed feverish lips over each knuckle over and over again, "I promise," he vowed, she smiled and leaned back again, taking his hand to tickle his fingers with kisses of her own. Erik's fingers crept slowly under her skirt, teasing her with languid patterns and circles over her calves, knees, thighs. He kissed down her throat, between her breasts to her belly, drawing loose the skirt strings with his teeth, "You are mine!" he whispered, gliding his tongue over her stomach, then his fingers slipped against her and she cried out in torment. Her back arched again and a jarring note crashed out from the keys of the organ, Erik stilled her with one hand, closing his lips over one pink nipple. He dragged her up from his lap, forcing her to stand, then snatched her against him and fled with her to the bedroom.
Well…that was my first experiment trying something along those lines for public consumption. Cold showers to the right, review button to the left, and three cheers for Delta, you know what to do.