singinghuntress | IC Inbox: Duplicity

( audio . video . text . action )

You have reached the inbox of Rip van Winkle. Leave a message so I can get back to you later~.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

Her hand slips down to rest on one of his before lacing her fingers with his and giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "Zo am I."

She pressed back against him as she closes her eyes and lets his presence soothe her for now. "I don't haf zhe nightmares anymore, but, I'm restless most nights...unless I am sharing a bed vith you or my dominant."

"'S'good to hear... that the nightmares are gone." He can't really comment on her relationship with her Dominant--he's a connexion to her homeworld and a fellow vampire and Azwel can tell they have a very specific kind of bond. There's space for Azwel, so he's content.

He yawns again and snuggles in close, mind already drifting. "'M'glad you're sleeping. 'S'good for the brain." He gives a deep sigh and goes quiet, the arm draped over her growing heavy. He wasn't lying when he said he wouldn't be very interesting.

There was definitely space for Azwel in her life. Her bond with Alucard was.. strange and unique in its own way. Besides, in a very literal way Alucard owned her soul while Azwel very much possessed her heart.

Rip could say something about how she rarely ever slept when she was left alone or.. even that she's gone days or weeks without sleep because of her insomnia. But, the feel of him drifting off behind her had Rip relaxing and closing her eyes. She removed her glasses and settled against him. Very soon she was a sleep next to him, pretty much dead to the world as they slept.

Several hours pass in which they dream their separate dreams. This really is a better arrangement for Azwel, as he doesn't stir at all. He seems so very calm and relaxed.

Eventually, however, his eyes do flick open. He yawns and stretches. Oh, that was a nice little nap. He snuggles up behind Rip again, one hand toying with a lock of her hair. He can't bring himself to wake her up, not when she seems so peaceful.

Having several hours of peaceful sleep with no nightmares and not suddenly waking up feeling restless was.. a rare treat for her. Rip rarely ever got to sleep like this unless someone she trusted was beside her. Especially with how vulnerable she was while sleeping..

The bed shifts beneath her, causing her to stir as he stretches out. Rip lingers in that hazy in between of sleep and wakefulness for a few moments longer as he snuggles up behind her. She can even feel the faint tugging on her hair as she slowly works on waking up more and more.

Once she reaches that moment of slowly waking up, her eyes slowly open and she remains relaxed against him, enjoying the feel of him against her back and the way his heart soothed her. Though now that she was awake again, so was her hunger....

Since he's behind her he doesn't notice. But that's all right. He is far too warm and comfortable. She feels wonderful pressed against him like this. His hand slides slowly to her hip and rests there, warming the skin. He softly kisses the back of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair.

She smiles slightly as she feels his hand on her hip and the kisses to her hair. This might just be her favorite way to wake up from now on. The scent of her hair is a delicate balance of vanilla, old books and a hint of blood buried beneath the other two more prevalent scents.

Eventually she shifts to glance over her shoulder at him with a smile. The feel of his heart against her back just reminding her its been awhile since she's fed. At least now she had more control over her hunger..

"Morning.." Just ignore the fact that they can't really tell what time of day it is with the blackout blinds in her bedroom.

Well, in some cultures whenever you wake up is 'morning.'

"Mmm. Morning," Azwel murmurs. He gently pushes her hair from her neck and kisses it, his arms slipping around her. "What a lovely way to wake up from a nap."

“I completely agree.” Rip melts under the feel of his lips on her neck. This was something she could really get used to. Eventually she moves to face him while still keeping his arms around her. Very gently she cups his cheek and lets her fingers tease his beard a bit, enjoying the feeling of it.

“Now.. perhaps I should be asking anout breakfast in bed, if... you feel up to it.”

The touch elicits a soft, pleased sound and a lazy smile. He melts into it, then grins at hearing the question.

"I do," he murmurs, tilting his head to kiss her. "Mmmmh, feeling pretty good, right now." He's warm and sleepy and, to be honest, a little aroused at the idea, as he always is. He slips a hand into her hair and kisses her again.

She smiles slightly as he kisses her. Did he notice her lack of a mouthful of fangs yet? Rip was still adjusting to that herself as her hand slipped down to his neck and stops over the beating of his pulse. She caresses that treasured stop for a moment before pulling back from the kiss and moving towards his neck.

Unlike her usual painful bite, this time it was gentle with only two fangs piercing his flesh so she could drink. Rip was trying to make her feeding as pleasurable as possible despite not really having that much practice at it.

He does notice it, and is about to say something when she moves her lips from his, but the feeling of her mouth on his neck elicits a soft purring hum, instead. He turns his head to give her better access, but when she sinks her fangs in, his gasp is a little less loud and a lot more heated. His arms tighten around her and he gives a long, low moan.

"Mmmmh, 's'different, this time," he murmurs. She can taste his arousal just as easily as she can feel it, pressed hot and swollen against her as he holds her close. "It's... oh, it's somehow even better...." His voice has grown throaty with desire, now.

She moans against his neck as he tightens his hold on her. So he did notice the change and by the taste of his arousal, she can tell he approves. Rip eventually pulls back and gently livks her delicate bite. “ I’m glad you like it. “ her hand drifted down his side to tease his arousal with gentle touches.

“It’s zomething new I learned to do.”

He lies there for a moment, just breathing, a blissful smile on his face. "Oh, I do. I like it very much." It felt strangely more intimate--even more so than before.

They're both still fully clothed, but--mmmm--not for much longer if she keeps touching him like that. He moans lustfully, his back arching, and pulls her toward him for a hungry kiss, his hands already slipping under her shirt to feel her smooth skin.

She giggles in delight as he pulls her towards him and melts into his hungry kiss. As he explores her mouth, he'd find normal teeth save for two slightly longer canines...Rip definitely changed somehow and became more vampiric instead of some imitation like she had been before.

Her hand kept teasing him through his trousers even as his slipped beneath her tank top. At least getting her out of the tank top and yoga pants would be easy? "Good~. You can haf your choice of pain or pleasure from now on."

Though.. her hand did pause for a moment. "Und vhen I can figure out zhe rest of my new abilities, zhere might be more fun zhings ve can do togezher."

Mmmmhh, must remember to ask after that when he's coherent enough to string together the words. For now he'll gently explore her mouth, then slip his tongue against hers, that soft, purring hum in his throat.

He grows a little breathless when her hand stops, though, and looks at her with lidded, unfocussed eyes. A vague, slightly puzzled smile sits on his flushed face. She's unravelled him so well already. "Mmh, that sounds wonderful," he answers, words slurred with desire. He takes this opportunity, though, to pull the hem of her shirt upward with an aim to remove it.

There would probably be a discussion about her newer abilities once they were able to think clearly again. Rip shifted to allow him to pull the shirt off of her easily and toss it aside.

Her own hands were going for his pants, wanting to work them open and down quickly so she could get to his length so she could feel him hard and heavy in her hands. Once he was free enough, she went back to caressing him with light touches, encouraging him to keep going as she shifted to lay back more for him to keep exploring her.

Azwel gives a soft moan of relief when she does that. He'd been straining against that fabric, and his cock throbs, hot and heavy under her fingers. When she lies back, he shifts a bit, also, hand slipping over her shoulder and neck as he kisses her slowly and lingeringly. He's feeling delightfully languid right now, even as his hand slides down to gently cup her breast, thumb tenderly rubbing the nipple.

He's going to have to wriggle out of his clothes, though, and after a moment he takes her hands in a gentle grasp and moves them to his shirt buttons.

Her fingers continue to caress and tease him as she feels his hand slip down to cup her breast. The way his thumb brushed over her nipple had the rosy peak hard and eager under his touch. Every gentle caress drew forth a soft moan from her.

Hands were brought to his shirt and soon her nimble fingers were working the buttons of his shirt wanting it off just as much as the rest of his clothes.

As soon as his shirt is unfastened Azwel pulls it off and tosses it aside, taking this opportunity to slide his hands down her sides and then under the hem of the soft trousers, pushing them downward and off of her hips. He at least gives her a moment to kick them aside before he sinks down onto her, his lips and hands hungry, now.

He feels even warmer and somehow heavier on top of her, but so vital and alive, the sleepiness well and truly chased away. His body moves against hers, as desirous and passionate as though this were the first time. A soft moan rumbles in his throat.

"I'll admit--" he murmurs between kisses, "I'm curious-- what caused these changes." His lips move to her neck. "Mmmmh, but I'm-- content-- to ask later."

The moment her pants were down enough to kick off, they were gone, leaving her nude beneath him. Her own hands went down to his pants to shove them more off of him, letting him do the same.

Whether he was heavier or not, Rip didn't seem to notice. She was too wrapped up in the sensation of his hungry hands and lips on her skin, teasing and tasting her as she lets out a soft moan between kisses. "I'll explain later.. after ve had a little fun."

Her breath hitched as his moved to her neck, teasing sensitive flesh as she shuddered beneath him, eager and aching for him.

"I like this idea," he whispers before taking her earlobe in his mouth, his lips hot and wet. He sucks gently on it for a moment, then moves his lips to her neck again.

He's vaguely of two minds, now--he wants to play with her senses a little more, but on the other hand he aches to plunge into her. He can feel how wet she is every time his hips roll against hers. His lips go to her own and he kisses slowly and repeatedly, as he so often loves to do.

But presently, with a moan, he reaches down to guide himself into her, his palm and fingers gently pressed over her mound as his tip slides in. He gives a heated sigh and rolls his hips a few more times to get his length all the way in, thick and hot and throbbing. One hand slides up her neck and along her jaw, the fingers slipping into her hair, love and affection so easy to feel in this touch, in his lips on hers again. The other hand grasps the bedsheets as he finds a rhythm.

It's the first time they've had sex since the hotel and that powerful affection is still there in the way he kisses her, the way he then gazes down at her as he moves.

Whatever response she had faded away as she felt his mouth on her ears, sending nothing but waves of pleasure racing down to her core as she moaned beneath his touches. Whether he played with her or not, she was already slick and needy for him as she responded to every kiss eagerly..

She felt him press against her entrance and sighed softly as he rolled his hips into hers, sliding his length into her. Even if it took a few more moments, it felt wonderful to have him seated all the way into her hot core. Rip had no doubt in her mind that he belonged there, filling her with his throbbing length.

As she gazes up at him, she can see and feel his love an affection for her as he finds that delightful rhythm they both enjoy..It was powerful, intoxicating almost and completely echoed back at him from her. Rip held the same love and strong affection for him that he did for her. Their experience in the hotel only made it stronger and made this experience even better somehow.

She moans beneath him, her body moving with his as she keeps kissing him every time their lips meet and savoring him every single time.

As he so often does, he's started out at a languid pace, savouring every touch and kiss, every slow, rolling thrust in and out, her slick, tight inner walls sliding so deliciously against his achingly sensitive skin. A moan rumbles in his chest with nearly every breath, sure sign that he's thoroughly subsumed.

She just feels so good, so right. Even more so, now. Maybe it was some lingering effect from the hotel. Maybe it was these mysterious changes. But he's so aflame with desire now that his sounds grow throaty and almost pleading, and he thrusts deeper, pushing her hips into the mattress.

For now, he doesn't think about how long he's got left to drown in such bliss--he simply lets the moment take him over.

The feel of him moving within her was unlike anything else. It was a primal, delightful dance that only the two of them could do while their moans and lustful sounds mingled to created an accompanying symphony that was all their own.

Rip could feel her desires for him swelling to bursting with every deep thrust as her hips got pushed more and more into the mattress. There was no harm in being rougher or more forceful with her and more than anything she loved having him above her like this, both of them consumed by their need for one another that it felt so right.. Two dancing flames mingling to make a larger inferno..

She whimpered, her hips moving to meet his and driving him as deep as possible within her as she felt herself balancing on the edge of her release.