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The last showing for Friday couldn't end fast enough.
Sora was skating around the ice with barely contained energy. Come on. Just bite Mina already and then we can go.
She had a feeling that Leon was taking his sweet time on purpose as he swooped around on the swings with his blood red cape fluttering behind him. The smirk on his face just made her want to yell at him from the ground level.
Mina did her special spin; Dracula caught her.
Finally!
She dramatically posed with the other bats as Dracula was about to make Mina his damned wife. His hand moved one pigtail and then in an unnecessary move, he uncovered the other shoulder that was facing away from the audience.
Sora's eye twitched as he spared a flash of fangs to the audience in a wicked smirk.
He was holding out the suspense quite frequently.
If Leon's trying to get me frustrated with waiting and wanting to jump him as soon as the show ends…Sora blinked at the thought, not realizing how much she wanted to get on with their date. Well, he's doing a pretty good job…
The music swelled as Mina cried out. The audience roared for the final break in tension with deafening force; Sora could feel the sounds vibrate through the ice.
Lots of vampire fans, I guess.
May and Leon took their bows.
Sora shook her head at him as his eyes sought out hers quite readily and he flashed her a sultry smirk full of teeth. His action sent a thrumming sensation through her veins; she was glad she was still in her position with one knee down on the ice or else she was sure she would have swooned a little, as embarrassing as it sounded and completely out of her control.
Even so, she still felt a little weak in the knees as they lightly trembled from his gaze.
The flirt…
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He was in the middle of undressing when a knock sounded on his dressing room door.
With a casual pace, he finished hanging his cape and top vestments before going over and opening the door, knowing that he was only wearing his black tank undershirt and his pants.
Sora was at his door still in costume.
He withheld a smirk as her brown eyes widened at the sight of his state of undress and then an attractive flush appeared on her face, making him inwardly preen at the attention.
"Can I help you?"
She shivered at the lidded gaze and the purr underlining his voice as he spoke. When she continued to stay silent, his hand came up and ran through some of his hair, allowing her to see that he still wore the silver crosses on his earlobes.
The teasing throughout the day, the drawn out suspense of the show, and now his little acts of seductions with his black tank showing the powerful arms and broad shoulders that the cape and vestments hid was proving to be too much for her.
With a whimper, she sprang in one motion.
His hands caught her as her legs went around his waist and her hands roughly gripped the back of his head for a lightning fast kiss that demanded his attention right now and left no room for arguments.
Mouths deliciously occupied, he stepped back into his dressing room, closed the door with his foot, and he set her down on the table in front of his mirror so that his hands were free to roam where they would.
She kept control of the kiss as she surged up to deepen it; all the while her hands went along his neck and upper shoulders.
The cords of muscle underneath her hands excited her, knowing that he, with all his physical strength, was touching her with passion rather than with force. He had the ability to take what he wanted, and yet, the fact that he let her come to him, drew her in instead of dominating her, let her take control of the desire going through both of them rather than subjecting her to only his desires made her want him even more.
He took the time to allow her desires to come on their own and develop.
She was not certain if anyone else would have allowed for that, instead finding it easier to bow down to their own yearnings and push them onto her when she was not ready to face such intensity.
It was a consideration she had not noticed until now.
I called him a hunter, but I had not known that there was more to that underneath the pursuit.
Of course, she could be wrong. She was well aware of that, seeing as much of his history was unknown to her, but she felt like she could trust that judgment, given their interactions thus far.
His calloused hands cupped her face in a light grip. She felt him exhale through his nose as she eased the kiss to something softer and simpler, but not less meaningful. He angled his mouth a little and she kept her lips parted as he continued to taste her, having not gotten enough of her to last him through their dinner.
She brushed back slowly, allowing him to lead and to be the one to break away.
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