Extreme warmth in a sort of cocooning darkness with the potent scent of sweet amber and a hint of smoke. Pinion. Under it all, he could smell the heavy scent of warm vanilla. Eric lifted an arm, sweeping the blanket from his head.

His eyes caught sight of me then. He'd been crushing me to him for a while now. I'd sat up to lean on the headboard, phone in my hands to play my game. His eyes narrowed a little, glancing to the actual blanket from my room that we were both under. He was topless, but actually in his pants from the night before.

The rest of his attire was a mess across the floor. Aside from his shirt. I was clearly huffy, annoyed where I focused on the game. His shirt was on me, flashing a deal of cleavage with the large V cut. My hair was an absolute sleep mussed mess that was better suited to a full night of rough bedroom activity.

My nails clacked on the screen, still forgetting I had them from time to time. My eyes glowing as they rested on the screen in the dim room. The little lamp on the bedside was on, offering light to the usually pitch black space.

Eric let out a sort of groan, leaning back from half burying my lower half. He was still looking at me with a lightly narrowed look, clearly questioning what the hell I was doing in his bed, in his shirt, him still dressed, me so obviously mussed up, pissy, with my blanket over us.

My hold on the phone shifts, screen shutting off as I prissily toss the blanket from me fully and drop to my feet.

"Fucking finally," I growl, storming toward the door.

"Not that I don't enjoy the company, but is there a reason for you being in my room?"

A nasty look is aimed as I grasp the door handle. "You are never drinking that much from me again. Never."

The door swung open with too much force, banging the wall. My head was high, not even caring as I march out and slam the door to my room. Pam was suddenly in the hall before his door. She looked toward my closed door, brow lifted with a smirk.

"Poor thing." There was no actual sympathy in those words. Her head turns, moving a bit into his room to look to him. Her eyes flicked over his face with heavy focus on his eyes. "Sobered up then?"
He frowns, arm curling under his head to prop up as he looks to her. "I've a feeling something happened."

Pam smirks, letting out a dry laugh. "Oh, yeah something happened."

Her hip cocks, nodding to the shredded dress that I had been wearing the night before on the floor. "Apparently her blood is rather potent in such a high dose. Had to call me to drive you back here. Gave us a hell of a headache. Wouldn't let her go. Few close calls, a deal of molestation, and we finally got you to compromise to her just staying in here."

"Close calls? Molestation?" He was smirking a bit now, picturing it.

Pam wasn't smiling, frowning a bit at him. She jerked her head toward my room. "You best watch it with her. Be lucky she's fond of you, or she would have ripped your head off when you tried to have your way with her."

There he frowned. "Pardon?"

"You were more than ready to go when I got there, Eric. I don't know what the hell it is with her blood, but you might as well have been a buck in mating season."

"You mean to tell me I nearly raped her?" His words were low and very dangerous.

"The word No was used heavily." She smirks a bit as she lifts her head some. "Though, you seemed to just be trying to wear down the word until she gave in. Groping at best."

The door to my room swung open hard. Pam glanced out. I paused to look toward her, clothes in hand. "I'll be at the bar later. I'm taking your card, Eric."
Pam's head tilted with question as she looked to Eric while I shut the door to the bathroom and started the shower. They could easily hear me already in the water, working quick to get cleaned. Eric smirked cockily at Pam.

"Seems she's not nearly as mad as you would think."

He rose, flashing about the space to get ready.

Eric was looking over new emails on his phone, sat in his chair in the bar. He didn't really have much warning. Warmth and a soft form fell across his lap, feet kicked up in the air the way they fell from.

I giggle, shifting a bit in his lap and shifting to use his chest to better support and mostly sit up. He arched a brow as me, looking right at my huge smile. I pointedly extended my leg, foot in the air.

"Look at these beauts I found while out," I chirp.

The long tassel on the zipper dangling. The leather heels were skin tight with a large zipper up the back and a decorative one about the bottom front half of the shoe. The stilettos were my favored spike heel and ran well up my leg to mid thigh where it ran a smidge high on the front. His eyes did flick to them, slowly roving up the flattering boots that painted to my leg. One hand lifts to brush from knee toward the foot.

"Very nice boots."

The leg drops from his touch, lightly swinging as they dangle over the arm. I pat his cheek with a cocky wink.

"Good, cause I used your card in payment for yesterday."

His eyes sharpen, attention locking on my own eyes. Not pleased.

"Excuse me?"
I nod, as if giving the knowledge of the world. "Oh yes. I agreed to let you feed. Not sexually harass me, manhandle me, smother me and definitely not to rip my clothes from me. So, you bought me shoes to sooth my so very damaged nerves. Plus the small shopping trip for what we did agree upon."

He glared. "You would hold that against me?"

I shrug, wiggling a bit to get comfy on his lap, mostly nestled against his front and arm.

"Nah. You were wasted. Honestly, wish I could get that wasted. So, I only got the boots for this." I lift a booted foot to proudly examine how amazing my leg looked in them. His eyes flicked to it as well. "Found them on sale, designer none the less. But, less than a thousand."

"Those are seasons old," Pam states, suddenly there.

Her eyes looked over the shoes, pleased as well. I beam at her, lifting the foot higher as if to wiggle at her face. Thankfully I had on little charcoal pleated shorts and a loose white blouse. They were old fashioned looking shorts that Pam had gotten with me on our last shopping excursion. They tended to not get worn before them.

"Who gives a fuck about the season of fashion? Look at this! Only worn by the display. Perfect fit. And my favorite designer."
Her hand does lift then, two fingers running up the red sole. "Louboutin."

"Fantastic, I know," I purr, fingers brushing the leather over my leg. One hand pats Eric's chest as I lean into him to let my face rest against him, eyes to the boots. "Your thoughtful gift has made me feel so much better, Eric. So very generous of you."

"So glad your feelings are eased," he sarcastically cuts.

The hand that had touched the boots shifts over me to return to his phone. Pam smirks as she looks down at me lazily watching the bar.

"You look comfortable."

"You know, the best chairs are ones occupied by other people. Laps make the best cushions."

"It also has other uses," Eric growls lowly by my ear, bending in.

I smirk, eyes flicking to the side to look to him. "Oh, I've no question of that, Eric," I purr lowly back.

I lean in, nose trailing up the line of his jaw to give a flick of the tip of my tongue at his ear lobe. A breath is given on it before I'm slipping from his lap as quickly as I'd fallen into it. Hips cocked and hands high on my waist, I surveyed the bar.

"Well, on that note," I chirp with a beaming smile. "I've a date with Ginger."

I wiggle my brows at the two, make up mostly focused upon my eyes. Pam looked over the clothing and the little chain flashing from the modest buttoned top. Dark red nails wiggled to them, shade matching my lipstick, taking a few steps back.

"You have a date with Ginger?"

Hand that had wiggled at her now lightly flapping at the side. "Eh. She's calling it a date. But I can't see how it would be. We're going to the college district. Possibly club hopping. She will more than likely get drunk. I'll be playing wing-man for the night. Part of the deal for her to clean the mess up the other night."

"Sounds like a long night," Eric intones, rather amused.

I shift back toward him, remembering something. "Oh yeah. Still on for what we talked about the other night?"
His gaze lifts from the phone to look toward me. It was slow as if thinking back. I tilt my head a bit, brows quirking a little with a pointed flash of teeth. His own brows lift, clearly dawning on him.

"It was what we agreed."

I perk easily, nodding toward the back. "Great! How about now?"

Pam was looking oddly between us, not aware of what exactly we spoke of. She seemed to have an idea. Eric lets out a small sound akin to a breath, phone slipping away as he moves to get up.

"Keep an eye on the bar, Pam."

He was heading to step from the 'stage'. I happily move after him with a sort of bounce to my steps. He steps down, offering out a hand once he's down on the floor. Instead of letting me put my hand in his to step down, his arm shot out soon as I got close and started to reach for it. A breath of surprise left me, gasping a bit with a girlish gush.

And then I was a bit wind swept in his office, legs curled on instinct behind me. My hands grasping at his shoulders with me flush to him with how he'd pulled me against him and took off. The surprised look turns to a faint glower with bland and unimpressed eyes to him.

"Unnecessary, Eric."

He smirks, fang flashing. "I was rather peckish."

"Good for you. Now put me down, I'm not a doll."

His eyes lit with mischief. "You are small enough to be. A tiny little doll."

I swat his cheek, pushing with the other arm as I squirm. "I'm vertically challenged, asshole! Not all of us can be frost giants like you."

And he did let me down, I wince, mouth opening to mouth 'ow'. He'd just let me drop, and I wasn't ready. But I hit the edge of the desk, stuck with him before me. The landing was a bit hard seeing as I wasn't ready for it and had my phone and wallet in my back pockets.

"My ass," I groan, hand reaching back as if to rub it. "Ow."

I stepped out, fingers touching at my lips to ensure the lipstick was fine. There was a confident stride, eyes flicking over the people in the place as I passed. Two caught my eye, the twins from the night before. The male was looking pointedly at me, his sister at his side with some humans flirting with them.

My chin lifts, smirk curling as I let my eyes flick pointedly over his own. Then I was looking away, stride never paused. Eric was stepping out after, licking his teeth. He wasn't following me, gaze on my back though.

My arm swung out, curling to flush against the back of the female with a jean skirt and Daisy Duke look going on. Ginger jumped a bit, lighting up as she realizes it's me. My arm curled up, brushing shy of touching her lady lumps while the other grasps her hip to paint against her back. The male vampire she spoke to was one that came in often to dance on the pole. It was a way to pay his taxes to Eric without the money, more time in the bar as an attraction.

"Oh! Fae, there you are!" she calls over the loud music and people in the place.

My hand rests heavily to press on her chest above her lady lumps. "Here I am, Ginger."

Her attention flicks a bit anxiously to the male before her. "Uh, see you later."

"Later," I call in a low tone, dark seductive look aimed to him, a hint mocking.

Pam was at the end of the bar, looking on with a hint of question to what the hell I was doing. I blew a kiss, pulling away from Ginger to curl my arm about her and flush her against my side to head out. It was something men usually did to their women. It wasn't as common to see a small woman do this to another woman who was taller than her. With her heels, she was a bit taller than me in my own.

She smiles and waves at Pam as we pass. I let my eyes meet Pam's eyes flashing a moment with a sly smirk before I looked out the door, back to normal.