Post by Nicholas West on Jun 13, 2011 1:35:44 GMT -5
( Immediately Following the Events of - RP - 'Knocking down the Big Bad Wolf's Door' )
Addison didn't have to sleep every day until the sunset that was the power of being a Master, and her age. She had only been up a couple hours when she had received the recalled parchment in an equally antique envelope. She had to read it twice, as she felt she had missed something the first time around. Obviously though she had not. The letter was placed on the bar as she noticed how quickly the sun had retreated that night, and stepped out on the balcony. Amazing, it was so quiet being that far up. She could only compare it with being in flight. She turned back to look into the penthouse she was sharing with Nick then. Would this new chain of command mean that she would once again be hunting for a place to live? More than likely, She lifted a hand grasping some unruly tresses that had blown across her face tucking it back behind on ear, before she turned around and walked back inside to look at the time, she fixed a low ball glass and took it back out on the balcony with her. Lowering into one of the balcony seats, she looked out over city lights and flipped through some emails on her phone.... the fugitive had been caught, and she obtained a clip that had been streamed to her. She watched some of it with a shake of her head. “Just what was fucking needed, for it to be aired into every home, so that everyone could believe that all shifters were bad. She would have to set up a meeting with Axel about it, so he would know and that he could take care of himself and any other tigers that came into the picture. She would text him sometime the next day. The tumbler was placed on the table beside her. Jeans and t-shirt was her usual attire, and it might have to change before too long, she would have to make some calls and get a few pieces sent over from Gucci, Chanel, Ralph... the mental list was being transferred into an actual list in her phone. That way she could use it as a check off list later to make sure that everything could get done. She leaned back in the chair and listened to the night activity before she knew Nick was around. She knew his scent as well as anything. Where? She was too involved in what else she had going on at that moment.
The short drive from “work”, and he found himself pulling into the secure, access controlled, comforts of home. After the day’s events, there was a short list of things Nick wanted, needed rather. One of them, and not necessarily at the top of his list was a stiff drink. Nicholas was “in the building” at that point in time, as a matter of fact he had been for five whole minutes, and right outside the front door of the Penthouse he shared. He was not officially aware of Addison’s particular waking arrangements, he only knew for a fact that during the daylight hours she indeed slept. He had expected her to be awake and about, as darkness had officially fallen, though low and behold the glass of the sprawling penthouse had indeed been treated to be daylight / vampire “friendly” in the event she indulged in limited daylight hours. Nick loosened his tie, unbuttoned the collar, and tossed his suit jacket without much regard to where it fell towards the couch. His intent? Should have been clear the way he was heading straight towards the bar. At that moment, Nick’s iPhone began to vibrate, while he pilfered through the exquisite assortment of beverage until he found the desired poison of the night. A particular scotch, a gift from Addi, which not even God himself might as liberally break out with as little reservation about it as Nick so in that moment did. From the decanter, to the glass such amber liquid was poured, minus anything so brutalizing as an ice cube or three, into one of the fancy rocks glasses Addison had included with the housewarming gift. Interesting, he set the glass on the marble bar top, noting the letter there as well while he went through his iPhone to check the message sent to him. It was “vague”, from the Boss, but basically informed him of the day’s events media coverage that was not supposed to exist and suggested he “go ahead and” turn on the evening news. He did, and adjusted to the appropriate channel. Oh low and behold! Someone was going to be making an official press release in the morning! Nick groaned and rolled his eyes, sliding the phone onto the bar, and picking up his drink in one hand… the bar TV remote in the other. He undid his cufflinks, laying them next to his phone near the letter addressed to Addison. The letter piqued his interest, it looked old, though his focus was what played out on the 56” flat screen before him. He took a sip of his beverage, calmly, as if he hadn’t a care in the whole big wide world. He set the remote aside, and his left hand came to his hip as he continued to watch, lowering the rocks glass and swirling it idly as his eyes narrowed on the news lady’s face. She was reporting on a case closed scenario that was NOT supposed to be public information yet then, nor with ANY of the depth and detail she was reporting it in. Not enough where it would have been a leak on the Marshals service’s part, but enough to leave little doubt that it had been a cop. Fucking Redmond PD… Nick’s facial expression remained disinterested, while his eye’s, those pale blue-green eyes relayed a
different story. The story? He was fucking furious, though ever Nick it was a cold fury which only ever might express in those beautiful eyes. His? Suddenly shone with anger, and the desire for violence. He stopped swirling the glass, tilted his head back and inhaled the liquid, bottoms up and down the hatch, as if his life depended on it. Upon finishing, he gently set the glass down, before shakily balling his fist in anger a moment… then releasing. “Mother Fucking rats” He uttered almost calmly, under his breath… He felt like yelling, and though out of character for a man who was usually very much in control, he did. “Fuck”!!! … Was it too much to hope for? That any time he and his did something legitimate, and involved the locals, that it wouldn’t be turned into propaganda for either side? He hated pointing a finger where it wasn’t due, but he was pretty God damned sure after listening to the reporter slut on the screen bump her gums about shit she shouldn’t have known about that her source had been one of the local cops. He wanted to throw something, to release the anger in welling up inside him, but he was a big boy and just fucking dealt with it. Of course, getting a refill on his drink helped out a touch.
He was aware of the delicate balance, and how this looked? It looked like there would be potential backlash against the people who were upstanding citizens, and also lycanthropes. Was it for sure going to play out like that? Maybe, maybe not. All the same, it went both ways in his case, he had a duty to protect those who were law abiding and not upset or aggravate the situation any more than he had to in order to do his job. He would fix the situation with his morning press release, in which the actual FACTS and not partial misconstrued bullshit could be put out to the public. Sure the Fugitive had been a lycanthrope, but that was not why the Marshals Service or the Government had been on him. Sure, because of that tidbit there might have been more attention and an alteration of conventional, applicable, law? Of course. However the fact was the man had been a federal fugitive, and a violent one at that. Oh how he loathed “this”… “This”? This is why he never, EVER, particularly enjoyed working with other agencies or groups. Not as a Federal Agent, not as a Soldier, despite having worked with some rather talented and “on the money” folks. Why? Because for the most, when it was all said and done, there was no assurance that the other parties of other organizations wouldn’t go and do something like this and get away with it too. Get away with it? He was then planning on having “words” with the shift commander he’d worked with earlier that day if he still cared enough about the issue in the morning and after his press release. Probably. This scenario wasn’t anything SO terrible, though terrible enough just to be a pain in his ass and put another situation on his plate of which he was personally obliged to unfuck. Just “enough” to get under his skin, in the mildly aggravating kind of way. Running his left hand through his hair, back over, where it stopped and held at the back of his neck he softly sighed. Apparently calm then, and disinterested with the situation further than what he had to do to correct “it”.
He had been aggravated by it just enough, to the point, where he had almost forgotten his intent to go see that lovely Minx, understatement, of a vampire who was his roommate. Though there was the one matter of that letter, which was sitting out in plain sight, next to his iPhone. Was it wrong to snoop? It was already opened, considering opening other peoples mail, and just laying out in plain sight. Force of habit, ethical or otherwise, and the matter of curiosity drove him to pick up the envelope carefully in his left hand. He weighed his options laying in the palm of one hand, and swirled the replenished glass in in the other before taking a drink, as if to consummate the decision. The letter in its envelope, unmolested by fingers or prying eyes which were unintended to touch or read it, was returned to the precise spot and position it had been seized from. Suddenly, without warning, Nick felt the charged connection between himself and the object in question initiate as if the air had suddenly been sucked from his lungs, he gasped and set his drink down on the bars surface, catching himself on its edge then while maintaining almost involuntary, addicted, contact with the object. It felt like falling when it caught him off guard like that… like suddenly falling, or going into free-fall from 35,000 feet was more like it, and while it made him giddy in one way… it was the sort of thing that came at a shock, when without warning, even to those who were intimate with, and even enjoyed the sensation.
It took him a moment to focus, to direct himself and the event which was within his power to direct. He’d technically “met” Veronika Baptiste on one occasion, at the night club “Trinity”. Surely in the present moment he had met her with a probable full disclosure, then and there, only she did not know it… He definitely did, didn’t have much a choice in it, and in one blink in time he had known her perhaps as no one else had before. The flood of history, of secret intimate moments, of memories, of conversation and emotion that poured into him as if “it”, as if the power he possessed “wanted” to consume him. That “it” could want? Never. It took longer than usual to get under control, which had it been an active thought he would have deemed appropriate, as he’d never experienced “this kind” of intimate flood before… not from touching an object in any case, not like this. It was a first, considering the relevant factors, and it became overwhelming at several points. It ebbed, the flood of things blasting through his head, and stopped leaving him breathless, shaken, and as disturbed just as much as intrigued, and fascinated by the revelations he had been given. He regained control of himself, removing his fingertips from that damned letter he no longer had any use or desire in reading, he knew what its contents were… and oh so very much more. It was a blessing and a curse all at the same time. He stood and regained his composure, or tried to. Even then that he looked “fine”, quite very normal, and very much alright despite the intense and rather intimate event, having had processed all that he had, the truth was he was anything but alright. He would be, given another several drinks, after perhaps a thing or two on his “list” combined with a good night’s rest. In this case, all it took was a touch of time. Addison? Did she even know the half of it? Maybe. One thing was for certain though, that she did in fact know, and that was that Seattle had a new Master of the City concerning the Vampire Hierarchy. Her. How about that… his roommate, colleague, and at least one time lover the new big shot, shot calling, bloodsucker in Seattle. He’d have given a toast, and indulged in a drink or twenty to celebrate had she been one of normal “beveraging” habits though there were alternative means. Her car had been in its spot, so unless she’d literally flown the coop where was she? In the shower? He took a slow comfort “sip” of his drink as he considered a thing or two.
Addison had remained out on the balcony when he had come in, making a list of things to do since the arrival of the letter. While she knew that he was home the penthouse was basically sound proof so even with her sensitive hearing she only heard little things like the sound of the tv and a glass over the marble. Not until, she heard him start screaming like he could very well kill the news anchor or someone, didn't matter who. Had she been anything other than a vampire, she would have more than likely dropped everything she had in her hands. She gracefully rose from the seat she had taken, hair still wet, as she walked inside only to witness, something that she wasn't sure off. “Nick." He didn't answer so she assumed it was best to just leave the moment alone. Fabulous. She walked further into the room but not past the couches, picking up the jacket to his suit and placing it on the side of the couch. No doubt he was coming around and gaining his senses. She didn't say anything, he looked fine. Oh well. Guess it was nothing at all. She would carry on in just that sentiment. Matter of fact she sauntered back outside to retrieve all of her belongings and came back in. Completely to his same self. That was good. “Hey. I heard you yell at the television. What's wrong?" She made her way over to the bar and put down the still untouched drink. Only inches from where he stood as she carefully watched his face, perhaps letting on to more but she didn't say anything. “So work was interesting today?" He had to know she was going to ask. Seriously after all she did get some of the same information that he received. It just might have been worded differently, like those Marshal’s really fucked things up with this one... look. “I’ve seen the clip after I was read in on the details.... and all before coffee as you might say." She let the tip of her fingers touch his arm. “You look like you could use a shower." Not that she was saying anything about his mode of dress or appearance. Looked great. His temper though was another story altogether. She couldn't recall getting that angry, but she was sure it had happened in the past. It was only then that she noticed the letter on the bar. She picked it up and offered it to him. She really didn't have any secrets that the government didn't know, so it was just a matter of time that he could have found out so why not. “Seems there has been a couple things that have transpired over the last couple days that I was unaware of until now." Her voice was soft and the tone if nothing but business like and sincere. “The master of the city has been called away. As the way with all business things the person in line for the job, second in command get the job wanted or not. That person would be me. I am the new Master Vampire of the Seattle Kiss." She let go of him so that he could react to it as he wanted, with no influence from her. What would be the worst thing, he could refuse to see her, but he knew what she was before. Awaiting his reaction -d-
During the few moments, which for him felt like he had lived through almost as many century’s as Miss Baptiste had been both alive and dead, of which his "gift" had been in effect... in what he imagined was its "full effect", but had no real way of knowing other than the magnitude of what had just happened like never before, it had looked to Addison as if perhaps he had just been deep in thought. He naturally, had not heard her address him while in such a state. Deep in someone else’s thoughts, memories, and life was more accurate, and in ways not expressed he was still reeling from it. When she had returned, he'd since "snapped out of it", and watched her like a hawk as she came up and questioned him concerning the television, his yelling, and work. Some might have interpreted the day’s events as that he and his had fucked things up. When really? They had done it by the numbers, by the book, and in the end it had been the fugitive’s choice. He had been given a choice, and then chose to leave the Marshals namely one, NO choice. Nick shrugged his shoulders then as Addi commented that she had seen the news broadcast, and had been briefed. He'd already had a shower before coming home, though another one wasn’t something he was opposed to. "What's wrong is that the media, as usual, is completely out of fucking control and is generating "news"... propaganda really, about a case that they haven’t been given the full load of details on. The matter is that one of those bumpkin ass local Redmond cops leaked the shitshow, what he or she was privy to, and now it looks like something it’s not. I am sure Humans First is having a regular God damn picnic with this one as we speak, though it has nothing to do with "That"... the guy was a shitbag, a violent one, and decided it wasn’t a good day to go back to prison. Given the circumstances? Given the playbook? I had no choice. Add in the detail that he happened to by a lycanthrope and now everyone and their mother who doesn’t have an ounce of common sense, a lot of the good folks we protect... are throwing a shit fit about it, SO now I have to make a press release in the morning to attempt to undo the damage"... Nick was starting to talk like Addi did at points, a million miles a second. "I mean, did you watch this shit"?... The almost short and not so “sweet” version. He took a sip of his drink, noting that Addis fingertips were still on his arm as he contemplated the letter she had since picked up during his rant. He glanced to the letter and then back to her, and shook his head 'no'. He was wondering if Addi had been made aware 'completely' of the details, and was sure she understood perfectly if she had. However as per the letter? He managed a genuine, enthused smile given the other set of circumstances. "Congratulations, by the way"... His tone changed, losing any of the frustration and anger it had carried as he partially explained the details of the current job related predicament. "I know"... He moved closer towards her as she let go of his arm, an almost apologetic look in his eyes as he gave the explanation that, he felt, was owed. "The letter was sitting there, opened, and I was going to read it. Decided not to be a snoop, and put it back. I"... "Umm" ... "Well something, my "thing" happened. I was going to ask you about the letter, but now I know. Ms. Baptiste was called away for a lot more than business, and for some reason I got hit harder than ever"... Nick did not know if he should explain or mention what the last bit of what had been revealed to him or not, because he knew that by vampire standards it wasn’t accepted. "She's wearing a mask now, I think you know what I mean, and we should leave it at that"... Given the memories he had been privy to, flashes of history way back in the past to near present, it was one thing that he knew then better to call by name aloud. Harlequin. "In any case"... "I think we should celebrate your "promotion"... though I am at a loss, as to how we should do that"... His gaze narrowed slightly into hers as his glass was brought to his lips once again, taking in the slightest sip. (d)
Addi had grown quiet, as she listened to him rant about how everything had went on at work and some fool at Redmond was really the one to blame, in which she had nodded in agreement. It was only when he started to tell her about the contents of the letter did she look at him quizzically. She didn't really know what to say. It was fine that he knew so much about what was going on, matter of fact great right? She just was taken aback, having never been in on his gift, only knowledge of it. “Okay then, Well we might need a bigger house..." She didn't waste too much time on it, not even a thank you to his congratulations. Which might have been wrong but it didn't seem to be a reward for service in the line of duty, so of sense in her mind. She was ready to go on to a different subject, but it didn't seem like her position was going to go away. She was certain he would hear about it again the next day, and further on down the road, hopefully for him there was going to be anyone nagging him about where she slept during the daytime. “It’s not really a celebratory thing, if you understand, and please if you seen everything in her life that is one thing you don't speak of unless you want them here, and I don't...." she just paused really long enough to look up at him, so he would know just how important if nothing was very important. “... Anyhow, it would seem I have quite a few Were groups that were left in lurch about their deals with this coven. I am thinking of taking a few days off of work. I have more time than I can possible let on. I am not sure what you have, but... maybe. Never mind." She offered a smile and leaned closer to him, making sure that the letter was back on the bar and at a safe distance away from him. Taking his glass and putting it down on the bar as well before she closed the distance in one step forward. “I’ve actually missed you today, and despite the antics of the media. I am well aware of the mission you pulled off today. You forget, I was the one that called you about that particular case. I wasn't meaning for you to take it over." She might have looked serious, but there could be no doubt that she really wasn't concentrating on what happened but him. Arms wrapping around his neck as she moved closer, her lips almost touching his own, as she could already smell the scotch, She whispered but one that she knew that he would hear. " You do realize that you are not invincible right, Marshal West? I kind of more than like you, so I would appreciate it if you didn't place yourself into harm’s way as easily as you do now, and if you feel you should continue to do so, why don't you think about things I can offer you." Giving Nick no time to think about anything she had said to him in the moment, before she kissed him, pressing her lips firm against this own as her finger twisted up into his hair. -d-
Nick calmed himself, setting the glass aside then as he kept eye's on Addi. Celebration was not apparently in order, as she immediately went in on how a larger place was needed... which he really had no huge issue with other than now he needed to put a penthouse he'd only owned for less than a week on the chopping block. He'd dealt with worse problems in less time than the pretty big "window" he had on a deal like a home sale, it wasn’t an issue. She went on to confirm his suspicions then, by denouncing the promotions would be celebratory implications. He was sure he had not seen "everything" in her life, but he'd seen more and in greater detail than ever before than he'd ever done intentionally when he could "look into" allot of a given person’s life. The fact was, it was freakier than most past occurrences intentional or accidental because it had been an "accident", and the contact had been through an object rather than the physical person or entity. It might have been everything? It might not have been. It seemed like several, what he considered, lifetimes of raw information and memory had been blasted into his head. He simply nodded when she told him not to speak of those who he knew, by his little experience, were not to be spoken of. The long pause given and the look in her eyes reinforced that much, not that it was really needed. He held onto her every syllable; she had allot of work on her plate did she not? Government work, and now the master of the city in Seattle? It would have been an understatement to accuse her of being a busy girl. He lent in closer to her as if he were toying with the idea of a kiss, while she explained the gist of her needing to amend deals between her coven and the areas shifters. He smirked momentarily as she had been about to ask something of him, but gave the question the oll heave ho with a 'never mind'. He chuckled softly, still toying with the idea of a kiss while she herself leant, likewise, towards him. "Mhmmm"...Watching then as she seized his beverage, not that he cared. The stiff drink he'd wanted had been lower on the list, than what had been at the top of the short list of things that he, Nick West, needed rather than wanted after the end of that particular given day. Addison had been Number One top of that list, even if he wouldn’t outright tell her that. Almost face to face then, as she moved into range where a kiss was a blink away from reality, commenting on the case while she put her arms over his shoulders and in intimate contact with his neck. Oh how she brightened his day, and he wondered if she even knew how much? Smirking as she suggested that he was not invincible, in a most seductive fashion, confirming then her feelings for him. When her lips contacted his, a feeling almost like falling fell over him, and it wasn’t his ability kicking in. Oh how he had missed this one, likewise, all damn day long. His mouth and tongue reciprocated, but after a good twenty seconds reluctantly detached. He chuckled lightly then and just stared at her. "I'm not invincible"... He chuckled softly, amusedly, and while he agreed he did have ego, and pride, which was after all in his case actually backed by the fact of the matter that he was pretty damn good at what he did. "But when I'm with you I feel invincible. Special Agent Constance… So what"... His lips teased, glancing across hers as he smiled, his hands finding their seeming natural place on her hips. "Shall we do about that"? ... He restrained the all too obvious look in his eyes, by simply closing them from her sight, and smiled as he did it. The fact that his feelings for her were real did not alter the fact that he wasn’t entirely used to "that sort" of feeling when it was real. "You were going to ask me something else though"? He actually gave her the chance to reply, as his eyes opened, by not giving into the dominant demand in his head which screamed to kiss her and more. (d)
"No, I wasn't going to ask you anything, I asked you to give thought to the things I could offer you, but you don't care what I can offer you later, it is what I am offering you know that is on your mind." She gave a soft laugh, as she knew precisely what he was talking about. She couldn't keep from kissing him, he was like a drug, but made only for her. If that even made sense, because it didn't to her. She knew ten minutes into meeting him she wanted him, but kept that to herself. “Invincible when you are with me, then I say we shouldn't keep you from anything that makes you feel you are on top of the world." Invincible with the Master of the City was an understatement wasn't it? Not a detail she was going to harp on though. Untwining her fingers from his hair, they were quickly finding their way around the buttons on his shirt. Undoing them one by one, her gaze never once leaving his. “Nick... what I am offering you is going to sound really bad as it is spoken, but I want you to think about it thoroughly ok?" She would wait until she had his attention and he said he understood or at the least nodded his understanding before she continued. “I want for you to become inseparable from me, my human servant." She had warned him right? That it would sound like it was a bad thing but did he really have anything to lose, he would become stronger, and he could see past all the glamour, no more mind tricks or illusions of voice if she had ever used them on him. More than likely not. She wasn't your average vampire. All dressed in century old lace and silk. She preferred her jeans and t-shirts, but she did have a penance for Egyptian silk. She wouldn't pressure him now or ever into being anything with her. It wasn't her way, not with those she cared for. Those she didn't, then it was she would prefer them to love her, but if not fear would do. She undid the last exposed button before maneuvering him against the bar, and placed a line of [would say hot, but I suppose they would be cool] kisses from his collarbone to just below his ear. She half expected him to push her away after the offer of being her servant, but since he hadn't yet she planned to take advantage of it. She pulled his shirt loose from his pants. “You do know that when you wear thousand dollar suits they could get damaged, right? Not worried, just figure you will replace it?" She hadn't once shown him how powerful or the strength she held not once, didn't assume she needed to, he knew. He had been briefed she was sure, not to mention all the stories he would no doubt be told in the next few weeks. Her mouth found its way back to his, lips coolly caressing his own, fingers making easy work of his shirt before it was slid past his shoulders. It wasn't that she couldn't have both of them undressed in under a minute it was the enjoying it part.... not something she could help given she didn't feed on blood alone but lust and desire just as much. Her hands slipped over his shoulders and down his arm and lingered at his waist, just above where his pants were tailored fit. -d-
He smirked as she denied that she had been about to ask him something, but had given ye oll ‘never mind’ instead. Of course he thought about her, he thought about her practically every waking moment since he’d met her… and sometimes while sleeping. If she wanted to make an offer, of course he would care about it… it was her. Despite the implied, the truth, of what was taking up the majority of his mind in the moment? He still had a rational thought process about him, and if she wanted to discuss anything further than she had already given him he was all ears.
His expression sweetened a touch when she mentioned that their moments together made him feel like he was on top of the world and such shouldn’t be interrupted. “More that I feel like I run the world”… “Sexy cufflinks, by the way, I love them”…. He glanced over at the set of jade links she’d given him, personalized, on the bar next to his iPhone. His left hand slid over her hip to her lower back where his warm fingertips idly massaged her while she continued. In the back of his head he understood the implications of his relationship with her, then that she was now the Master of Seattle, much less that she was a vampire to begin with. The fact that she was FBI, and he was a Marshal, had they both been human would have made things interesting enough. He wasn’t exactly the picture perfect definition of all that was human or normal himself, though he was neither known for that, nor did he have leadership responsibilities or authority in any organization which was not “normal”… What she was going to offer was going to sound bad? He really had no idea, but really in that moment had a doubt. He doubted that Addi, his vampire, as he thought of her could suggest anything to him which he would classify as “bad”. He would never say it yet then, at that point, but some things went without saying… “Make me an offer I cannot refuse darling”… His sweet and quite affectionate smile widened a touch momentarily, then relaxed as then he waited for her to make good on just what she had been suggesting, given what she had to offer him. Of course he would, despite it being “her”, give the proposed matter thorough consideration. He gave most everything thorough consideration, unless he had no choice but to be “that” expedient. In the case of Addison’s touch however? Her fingertips having had one by one with expert manipulation unbuttoned his shirt, making it a point to tease his skin? The way she kissed him? She could have asked him to set fire to the city, and he’d have obliged her. Much less, what she was capable of influencing with her more un-natural gifts. When she actually made the offer? That she wanted him to be her human servant? He thought the concept over for the while, and while he adored her and was infinitely more than amicable to the idea of being inseparable from her he had questions. He had a good idea of what being a human servant meant, given the blast from the past and present concerning things, visions, and memory from Veronika-land… and it brought up questions. No, he did not move away from her, not an inch. In fact the only change concerning his physical contact came in the form of his left hands massaging movements over her lower back shifting upwards. He was giving the idea loads of thought, and while it was a mutually beneficial proposal given his understanding of the arrangement… thanks to his unintended “trip” earlier… there was the one minor detail of maybe, kind of, sorta, losing his little something something called free will. Otherwise, there was nothing he identified in such an offer which was even close to undesirable, other than another minor detail that in the event of such circumstance that he should die… that she would be at risk of the same fate. As she did away with the last button of his tailored shirt, he went willing with her maneuvering, relishing in the attention of her tender, cool, kiss. It wasn’t the temperature of her flesh that sent shivers down his spine, through his core, but it added to what he considered the exotic factor. It was sensational, she was, and unlike anything else. Of course she was unlike anything else he’d experience, she was a vampire, the first vampire he’d “known” as he knew her and he found the situation as addictive as he did beautiful, more than beautiful. He came back down to reality, from cloud 9, when she tugged the base of his shirt free from his pants, exposing his torso fully. “It’s a risky world I live and work in, as is yours, there is no sense that I shouldn’t look good doing it”… He chuckled, not immediately responding to her offer, serious though the statement was made in jest. In all reality, that was his attitude. He fucked clothes up all the time, and he also replaced them as needed. Of course it would have been in bad taste to admit that he was so carefree about it on the occasion it happened, but really? He cared less about that sort of thing. Considering the strength of his dear darling Addi? She was a touch
over 317 years old, a Master Belle Morte, and now the Master of Seattle… it would have been a pretty good assumption on his part, when such was probable, that she was powerful in ways that defied description. That would have been assumption, was confirmed as accurate then that he had taken a trip down memory lane with letters from Veronika. He would know then, no assumptions based on fact, and know for a fact wouldn’t he? How powerful Addi was, or could be, it was a fair assumption to make that given the two were both Masters of the same line. Even considering the age difference, Addi had “come up” with a quickness concerning that age difference in being a few centuries younger which only served to illustrate her potential and project what she did show. It suggested perhaps an even greater potential, concerning “power”, based on the most recent revelations “inflicted” upon him. Had she been just “some vampire”? He had been briefed well enough to know that even a new one, a fledgling, was quite “capable”. It had been a fleeting thought, one which had long since given way to a more pressing matter and desire. His lips fire to her ice, teased over hers as he reciprocated, trailing the mere centimeters to engulf her lower lip before parting to allow a gentile graze of his teeth over her soft, wet, flesh and holding in play. Was the flood of emotion he was experiencing, just barely managing, Lust? Sure, there was lust present, in part, and it could not be denied. Mostly? What he felt for her? As much as it made him feel like a complete fool, it felt more complex than the bursts of fickle lusts he felt for most women, what he felt? It was something wounding, tender, and damning… like love. He fought to think clearly then, his lips and bite then releasing her from their playful keep while she finished stripping his upper body of clothing. “I know a little bit about what becoming the human servant of a vampire means, thanks to your letter from Veronika”… “I more than like you Addi. Really? I feel stupid even mentioning the word, considering my own feelings on it”… “Love would be the word”… His lips grazed hers, as if to suggest the obvious, that he couldn’t stand NOT kissing her when there was occasion for it. All the same, she wasent likely, immediately, going anywhere and he needed to give her an answer. “Had I not seen, felt, rather drowned in all of Veronika’s life and un-life in a matter of seconds I wouldn’t have known to ask these questions considering your offer. Knowing what I know, they are my only concerns” Nick lowered his head, resting his chin upon Addi’s left shoulder, tilting slightly to offer the soft flesh of her neck a peck of his lips before continuing on. All the while the fingertips of his left hand tenderly kneaded the tissue surrounding her right shoulder blade through her t-shirt. “Based on my understanding of what blew through my mind, a human servant can or will lose his or her free will and truly become “that”… a servant… a slave… and only that”… “Will that happen with me”?... “Even then, if I did agree regardless of that, it would mean that after the final event, should I die thereafter … that you yourself would be at risk in sharing that fate”?... He whispered cautiously, curiously, into her ear. Decidedly, his response to her offer would largely be based upon what her response to those two probes ended up being. Of course the way he felt for her suggested in ways that he was her “Servant”, and after all, to a large extent nothing so sinister as the manipulation of any bond forced or otherwise was needed. In the case of Addi? All she had to do was ask. Even then, even considering his feelings for her… he did not want to become some mindless, will-less freak either. Naturally, she should have gathered that he was very much and seriously considering the idea of making such a bond with her. (d)
Addi listened to everything he said, that he more than cared for her, and his worries, of becoming some mindless will less freak. She didn't foresee anything like that happening, but it was different in every single case. She stopped in her attempt to seduce him, and moved away just enough that there was still that physical connection between the two of them. His touch still felt warm even through the cotton of her t-shirt. “If I thought that would become you, Nick. I swear to you on all everything hat I am. I would never ask or offer. Still in the end it is your decision to make. I won't will you into it. As a matter of fact you can't be willed by me, if you ever heard of Juniper root, well, you have been drinking it and I can't compel you. I wouldn't even if I could." She fell quiet for the time being. Thinking over the question at hand. “In my opinion I believe this is something you need to think about. First thing, I want you to remember while I am like Mistress Baptiste, I am not her." Nothing in her tone suggested anger or disappointment. Without any doubt she was exceedingly serious. She had no need for him to do anything that he didn't feel one hundred percent about. It was just a part of her make up. She leaned forward then feeling as her thoughts had been made clear and concise, gently pressing her lips once more against his, her left hand slipping around the base of his neck where he fingers curled in and out over the sensitive skin, her nails lightly drawn along his flesh, her teeth nipping at his lips until he parted them, allowing her tongue to past and languidly flicker along his, drawing him in to a much more passionate kiss than they had shared that evening. She had enough will though, to pull back from the kiss, allow her forehead to rest against his. “So, if nothing else will you please consider moving with me, and not as my land lord or roommate." She wanted him to think carefully even with that decision given the fact that there would be times that he was asked for the daytime sleeping arrangements of Addison. She trusted him, as she basically said even in that will you move in with me statement that she trusted him with her life. At that very moment she trusted him with just more than her life, she had offered him the most important place at her side, and regardless of beating factor her heart. Sure it was stated in some places that vampires didn't feel, but they feel everything, ten times more than anyone else. Her dark honey colored gaze caught his own for a moment or two, as if attempting to read his emotions, which any woman would want to do so, wouldn't they? Her hand slipped from around his neck and down to his own hand, her fingers entwining. “You know, Marshal, this isn't work, so no decisions have to be made by you tonight." Whispered against his lips. -d-
As she moved away, he moved towards as if to negate her attempt at putting even the slightest distance between them. Though the fact she was giving him a serious reply was not lost, he needed to be near to her the closest that he could be in that moment more than he needed to see sincerity reflected in body language. Staring into her eye's, especially her eyes, suggested the level of implicit trust he possessed for her. To stare into the eyes of such a creature as she was to stare into the abyss, and to tempt as such, to be looked into and potentially controlled by such. It was as it had been since they had met, in despite knowing better, he simply had and did anyway. As she explained, satisfying his inquiry for the most, he understood then wholly that she shared his sentiment. He had made up his mind then in that moment, deciding that he could not do without her. That accepting her proposal would strengthen and assure their bond, and be infinitely greater, transparently, for all involved rather than to not accept. His fingertips idly continued to massage her as she spoke of the fact that she had put Juniper root in his drinks which forced a sly smirk to form upon his mouth. Of course she was not Veronika Baptiste, she was of the same bloodline concerning her vampire heritage... but no, she was not her. Of course Addison was serious, and so for the most part was he, save for the expression upon her admission that she'd been drugging his drinks for his own "good". It meant that his feelings, and the thought that she deserved such implicit trust, were without a doubt genuine. Oh how he had missed the taste of her, the touch of her lips against his, moaning lightly against her mouth as a spike of lust ran through his core. The sensation of her fingernails teasing him as they were incited such, lust already inflamed to the continued tensions, and affections. He hadn’t the will to pull away from such a kiss as she had pulled the two of them into, and had been thoroughly enjoying himself. Oh how he grinned when she broke off, and inhaled a much needed breath, then laughing softly as her forehead came to his own. He remembered then, that their kiss had ended that he in fact did need to breath. During, he hadn’t much cared about such things. Did she even need to ask then what she had? Well, perhaps, he wasn’t always as clear and concise as he by all rights should have been, but at least he could count on her to always be just that. He moved, tilting his head slightly towards hers the short distance that his lips again brushed against hers as if for a taste before he spoke his reply. "Addi my dear, there is nothing to consider. Of course I will move in with you, did you really even need to ask"...? He smirked a touch, his left hand shifting again to continue massaging her lower back, fingers teasing at the waistline of her jeans from the back. His eye's gorgeous pale eyes of greenish blue, more green than blue shone true to the emotions he was feeling in that moment for her. What emotions? Attraction with a spark of lust which had evolved into love, some time ago, as well a curiosity which was obvious for what it was despite then having gotten a look at what could have been considered "the" bigger picture. Considering he'd just had his mind raped and enlightened by a flood of over seven hundred years of history, memories, secrets, and raw information. Had it been the first time? He'd have still been laying on the ground, wondering what the fuck had happened, with the room doing loops and flips around him. Yeah... that had happened the first time, the second time, and so on. The "event" as it were, had only started to become controllable, much less bearable after several dozens of occurrences. He whispered in a playful tone, yet being quite dead serious, dangerously close to her mouth as if to tease as she had. "Well Special Agent Constance, while this is most definitely not work, and I have made my decision"... His lips again engulfed hers, tenderly for a moment, taking it slow and sensual... just basking in the sensation of his hot against her cold until that incited him to resume their former game of tongues, which the end result would be a breathless and quite lust fueled Nick.
(d)
She wanted to know his answer but more than that she wanted to know him more physically. He was so gentle with her, she had to think this was different for him than just her being a vampire, when had it stopped being just a curious notion for him? Should she care, doubtful. “You think you could have been mesmerized by my gaze. I have to tell you every time I look into your eyes, I feel like I am the one powerless to fight whatever is between us." In that sentence she was done talking, if you could believe that Addi was ever silenced by anyone or anything. She took two steps back releasing any hold that he had on her, leaving him just standing there. Her gaze swept over him in a lingering moment, from his designer shoes to his bare shoulder, one word came to mind. Delectable. She had been barefoot when he came home in just a black Slipknot t' shirt, with a long sleeved crimson shirt beneath, and a pair of well-worn jeans. Arms crisscrossed over her narrow waist gripped the hems of both shirts at once slipping them both over her head in one precise movement. Letting them fall to the floor, rapidly followed by the jeans, crumpled at her feet, before stepping out of them. Revealing to him, what he could have already imagine, she was tall and rather lean, pale alabaster skin with only the blemish of a voudan high priest's ring on her right shoulder, dark chocolate tresses that ended just above her waist. A certain grace that could only be describe as delicate. She was much more than that though, the power she held was there, but you couldn't just quite put your finger on it. Ball was in Nick's court then, she had made the step in the direction she felt their relationship needed to move. Although in that same though he was the man that she could spend hours with, without a word spoken between them and feel perfectly comfortable. -d-
Addi girl had a few, a few over thirty, decades on him. All the same? He had been groomed to be the marvelous human being that he was, though not without defect… after all he was “only” human. A little more than the average human albeit, though save for his ability very much human. Nick made decisions every day, and generally was an extremely decisive individual. There was weighing the options in a calculating manor, which he as a matter of habit did, and then there was simply taking your sweet time. Some things took a little extra time, but most things? Most things could effectively be decided by a man like Nick, once satisfied that he’d had the appropriate information to make such a decision, quickly. He only smiled when she questioned his prompt arrival at decision, referring to him as “her love” as he understood it. While he was not formally educated on the language of love, or fluent, he understood a few words here and there. Those happened to be of the few he did. Nick was fluent in Arabic, and Urdu, though he did not suppose Addison was versed in such. He could have been mistaken; she had been around long enough to have traveled and experienced a good lot of all the Earth. Nick had been, for four years of his life and extending not to quite such an extent in the present, one of the Governments lesser tier boogeymen. All the same? The things he and his former lot were trained to, and routinely did to other human beings when called for? There weren’t words for it that he felt did it the appropriate justice. He was good at what he did, and while he might not admit it aloud, he to a point had begun to enjoy it. Did people really understand the purpose of men like him? Oh sure, there was and always had existed on some level a real appreciation because it had always been socially ingrained for the to be, for the most. But true, understanding? No. He and his were not the so called “good guys”, and they did not wear white. Applied cruelty when deemed appropriate, came just as easy as any measure of kindness, or anything in between as if at the flick of a switch. His lot had not been “average” soldiers, but rather the premier strike capable element. Ranger Regiment was a little more complex than what it transparently “advertised”. Especially the compartmented element he’d been detached to in his later years. A whole existence being, and setting the “standard” of the white knight, to be but the desired image of being concerning the entirety of the remainder… but always with one hand dipped in blood. The taking of human life? Was only the half of it, and the least complicated half of it. Nick was well versed in the application of violence, and killing, but as well a whole playbook of things that were a whole lot crueler than that. It had been his world, his life. Those who knew him? Who really knew him? Might have been surprised that he was capable of an ounce of genuine affection. That a man like him was capable of being gentile? Stranger things routinely did happen. Even Nick did not fully understand, or think about “the why” as to why he was so gentile with Addison. Sure it was different, in the sense that it was a first, that she was in fact a vampire… It was really the damnedest thing. He chuckled softly then, his right hand coming from off her hip to caress her cheek affectionately. “Absolutely not my dear darling Addi, I am quite capable of being thorough as I am expedient”… He smiled sweetly then as she suggested that she was powerless against his gaze and chuckled. "Even without compulsion"... "I could stare into yours forever"... It was true, the color and preternatural beauty of hers were more than alluring. His eyes became ever curious when she let go and backed off, watching her undress him with her eyes, she might have been the Succubus but he knew lust, and more, when he saw it. He smirked playfully and leant back against the bar when she removed her shirts, watching her like a hawk. His eyes lit up when she immediately, wasting no time, stripped off and stepped away from her jeans. Jaw dropping? Absolutely. Nick only smiled that sweet endearing smile of his and whistled in approval. Of course he saw the marking on her shoulder, how could he not? His attention to detail demanded that he memorize every millimeter of her body, from head to toe, then there that she was in the nude. He slowly walked towards her, in a calculated predatory fashion, as if the tables were somehow turned... given what he was, and what she was. He undid his belt, removing his sidearm and badge and placing them on the glass table he passed, leaving it with the items on the table. "I need to take another shower"... His eyes suggested otherwise, that the statement had nothing to do with a shower. Getting out of his shoes had been as simple as stepping heal to toe, and on out of each before pants were dropped in total disregard to the fact that they'd just been dry-cleaned onto the floor. The only blemish on Mr. Nick West's body had been the telltale scarring left behind by the affections of a passing 7.62x39 round he'd stepped into the flight path of once upon a time in another land. It wasn’t immediately noticeable unless one really took a close hard look, on the side of his right calf. Proof enough that despite his proficiency, that no, Nick West was not invincible as he thought he was. The gap between them was closed in a short moment, and he found himself chest to chest, face to face, and with his arms wrapped around "his" vampire... staring into those gorgeous golden eyes dangerously, and lovingly all at once. He let the moment linger long enough before offering a sly smile, breathing in her scent, and making a proposal that wasn’t really at all a proposal. "Join me"? (d)
She noticed the moment he seemed to think he had the upper hand in this duo, and for the time being she didn't have any reason not to allow him to have it. Indeed she was right where she wanted to be right then, and with how. She watched every movement he made from his first step in her direction. “A shower, I believe I suggested that over an hour ago did I not?" She did, not that she had been planning on joining him at that time though. Confident wasn't he? Yes, as he should have been. She almost made a passing remark about his pants being on the floor, but didn't. A time and a place for everything. Now wasn't the time. She had given him the same long lustful look clothed as she did then, not missing a sliver of what was exposed. “Doesn’t sound like an invitation to me, more like you are telling me I should." In remark to his Join me. Was there even a hint in that moment she would decline him what he desired. She expected not. Slipping her hands around his waist before allowing them to slide up along his back, letting her fingers just rest on the tops of his shoulders. " Regardless I will." A soft playful kiss given before she let him go to lead the way, he wanted to be the predator, she wouldn't act too much like a cougar. What had they lived in the apartment a little more than a week, she hadn't time or the interest in checking out much more than her area of the place, as well as the common living area, not that they were really ever home at the same time, for the exception of a few fleeting moments, of when he came in and she was leaving. “Nick..." Nothing she wanted to say seemed to be there so she just shook her head sending dark waves swaying over her shoulder. She would have followed him to the end of the earth at the moment. A Succubus she was, but she hadn't intended on this, or forced any cards to make it happen, but would she feed off her own moment, fuck yes. She didn't discriminate. Her gaze usually a darkened honey was near golden. She could feel the pin prinks of her fangs with the tip of her tongue. Should she warn him? He knew the dangers, and she was old enough to keep thing simple if you could call any of this simple. Being as she had just feed the day before he was in no danger, well imminent danger of his physical wellbeing. She wasn't sure in regard to either of them about how things would be from now emotionally. They seemed to have bonded, and there were no marks, but the feeling was there just the same for her. She couldn't speak, but she didn't feel like just another conquest. Time would tell. How did a human live and love a vampire, then there was the bit of him being a Marshal and her being with the FBI. Let’s not forget to throw into the mix she was now the Master of the City, and could be the prey of many that just looked for the power behind the title. -d-
Addison didn't have to sleep every day until the sunset that was the power of being a Master, and her age. She had only been up a couple hours when she had received the recalled parchment in an equally antique envelope. She had to read it twice, as she felt she had missed something the first time around. Obviously though she had not. The letter was placed on the bar as she noticed how quickly the sun had retreated that night, and stepped out on the balcony. Amazing, it was so quiet being that far up. She could only compare it with being in flight. She turned back to look into the penthouse she was sharing with Nick then. Would this new chain of command mean that she would once again be hunting for a place to live? More than likely, She lifted a hand grasping some unruly tresses that had blown across her face tucking it back behind on ear, before she turned around and walked back inside to look at the time, she fixed a low ball glass and took it back out on the balcony with her. Lowering into one of the balcony seats, she looked out over city lights and flipped through some emails on her phone.... the fugitive had been caught, and she obtained a clip that had been streamed to her. She watched some of it with a shake of her head. “Just what was fucking needed, for it to be aired into every home, so that everyone could believe that all shifters were bad. She would have to set up a meeting with Axel about it, so he would know and that he could take care of himself and any other tigers that came into the picture. She would text him sometime the next day. The tumbler was placed on the table beside her. Jeans and t-shirt was her usual attire, and it might have to change before too long, she would have to make some calls and get a few pieces sent over from Gucci, Chanel, Ralph... the mental list was being transferred into an actual list in her phone. That way she could use it as a check off list later to make sure that everything could get done. She leaned back in the chair and listened to the night activity before she knew Nick was around. She knew his scent as well as anything. Where? She was too involved in what else she had going on at that moment.
The short drive from “work”, and he found himself pulling into the secure, access controlled, comforts of home. After the day’s events, there was a short list of things Nick wanted, needed rather. One of them, and not necessarily at the top of his list was a stiff drink. Nicholas was “in the building” at that point in time, as a matter of fact he had been for five whole minutes, and right outside the front door of the Penthouse he shared. He was not officially aware of Addison’s particular waking arrangements, he only knew for a fact that during the daylight hours she indeed slept. He had expected her to be awake and about, as darkness had officially fallen, though low and behold the glass of the sprawling penthouse had indeed been treated to be daylight / vampire “friendly” in the event she indulged in limited daylight hours. Nick loosened his tie, unbuttoned the collar, and tossed his suit jacket without much regard to where it fell towards the couch. His intent? Should have been clear the way he was heading straight towards the bar. At that moment, Nick’s iPhone began to vibrate, while he pilfered through the exquisite assortment of beverage until he found the desired poison of the night. A particular scotch, a gift from Addi, which not even God himself might as liberally break out with as little reservation about it as Nick so in that moment did. From the decanter, to the glass such amber liquid was poured, minus anything so brutalizing as an ice cube or three, into one of the fancy rocks glasses Addison had included with the housewarming gift. Interesting, he set the glass on the marble bar top, noting the letter there as well while he went through his iPhone to check the message sent to him. It was “vague”, from the Boss, but basically informed him of the day’s events media coverage that was not supposed to exist and suggested he “go ahead and” turn on the evening news. He did, and adjusted to the appropriate channel. Oh low and behold! Someone was going to be making an official press release in the morning! Nick groaned and rolled his eyes, sliding the phone onto the bar, and picking up his drink in one hand… the bar TV remote in the other. He undid his cufflinks, laying them next to his phone near the letter addressed to Addison. The letter piqued his interest, it looked old, though his focus was what played out on the 56” flat screen before him. He took a sip of his beverage, calmly, as if he hadn’t a care in the whole big wide world. He set the remote aside, and his left hand came to his hip as he continued to watch, lowering the rocks glass and swirling it idly as his eyes narrowed on the news lady’s face. She was reporting on a case closed scenario that was NOT supposed to be public information yet then, nor with ANY of the depth and detail she was reporting it in. Not enough where it would have been a leak on the Marshals service’s part, but enough to leave little doubt that it had been a cop. Fucking Redmond PD… Nick’s facial expression remained disinterested, while his eye’s, those pale blue-green eyes relayed a
different story. The story? He was fucking furious, though ever Nick it was a cold fury which only ever might express in those beautiful eyes. His? Suddenly shone with anger, and the desire for violence. He stopped swirling the glass, tilted his head back and inhaled the liquid, bottoms up and down the hatch, as if his life depended on it. Upon finishing, he gently set the glass down, before shakily balling his fist in anger a moment… then releasing. “Mother Fucking rats” He uttered almost calmly, under his breath… He felt like yelling, and though out of character for a man who was usually very much in control, he did. “Fuck”!!! … Was it too much to hope for? That any time he and his did something legitimate, and involved the locals, that it wouldn’t be turned into propaganda for either side? He hated pointing a finger where it wasn’t due, but he was pretty God damned sure after listening to the reporter slut on the screen bump her gums about shit she shouldn’t have known about that her source had been one of the local cops. He wanted to throw something, to release the anger in welling up inside him, but he was a big boy and just fucking dealt with it. Of course, getting a refill on his drink helped out a touch.
He was aware of the delicate balance, and how this looked? It looked like there would be potential backlash against the people who were upstanding citizens, and also lycanthropes. Was it for sure going to play out like that? Maybe, maybe not. All the same, it went both ways in his case, he had a duty to protect those who were law abiding and not upset or aggravate the situation any more than he had to in order to do his job. He would fix the situation with his morning press release, in which the actual FACTS and not partial misconstrued bullshit could be put out to the public. Sure the Fugitive had been a lycanthrope, but that was not why the Marshals Service or the Government had been on him. Sure, because of that tidbit there might have been more attention and an alteration of conventional, applicable, law? Of course. However the fact was the man had been a federal fugitive, and a violent one at that. Oh how he loathed “this”… “This”? This is why he never, EVER, particularly enjoyed working with other agencies or groups. Not as a Federal Agent, not as a Soldier, despite having worked with some rather talented and “on the money” folks. Why? Because for the most, when it was all said and done, there was no assurance that the other parties of other organizations wouldn’t go and do something like this and get away with it too. Get away with it? He was then planning on having “words” with the shift commander he’d worked with earlier that day if he still cared enough about the issue in the morning and after his press release. Probably. This scenario wasn’t anything SO terrible, though terrible enough just to be a pain in his ass and put another situation on his plate of which he was personally obliged to unfuck. Just “enough” to get under his skin, in the mildly aggravating kind of way. Running his left hand through his hair, back over, where it stopped and held at the back of his neck he softly sighed. Apparently calm then, and disinterested with the situation further than what he had to do to correct “it”.
He had been aggravated by it just enough, to the point, where he had almost forgotten his intent to go see that lovely Minx, understatement, of a vampire who was his roommate. Though there was the one matter of that letter, which was sitting out in plain sight, next to his iPhone. Was it wrong to snoop? It was already opened, considering opening other peoples mail, and just laying out in plain sight. Force of habit, ethical or otherwise, and the matter of curiosity drove him to pick up the envelope carefully in his left hand. He weighed his options laying in the palm of one hand, and swirled the replenished glass in in the other before taking a drink, as if to consummate the decision. The letter in its envelope, unmolested by fingers or prying eyes which were unintended to touch or read it, was returned to the precise spot and position it had been seized from. Suddenly, without warning, Nick felt the charged connection between himself and the object in question initiate as if the air had suddenly been sucked from his lungs, he gasped and set his drink down on the bars surface, catching himself on its edge then while maintaining almost involuntary, addicted, contact with the object. It felt like falling when it caught him off guard like that… like suddenly falling, or going into free-fall from 35,000 feet was more like it, and while it made him giddy in one way… it was the sort of thing that came at a shock, when without warning, even to those who were intimate with, and even enjoyed the sensation.
It took him a moment to focus, to direct himself and the event which was within his power to direct. He’d technically “met” Veronika Baptiste on one occasion, at the night club “Trinity”. Surely in the present moment he had met her with a probable full disclosure, then and there, only she did not know it… He definitely did, didn’t have much a choice in it, and in one blink in time he had known her perhaps as no one else had before. The flood of history, of secret intimate moments, of memories, of conversation and emotion that poured into him as if “it”, as if the power he possessed “wanted” to consume him. That “it” could want? Never. It took longer than usual to get under control, which had it been an active thought he would have deemed appropriate, as he’d never experienced “this kind” of intimate flood before… not from touching an object in any case, not like this. It was a first, considering the relevant factors, and it became overwhelming at several points. It ebbed, the flood of things blasting through his head, and stopped leaving him breathless, shaken, and as disturbed just as much as intrigued, and fascinated by the revelations he had been given. He regained control of himself, removing his fingertips from that damned letter he no longer had any use or desire in reading, he knew what its contents were… and oh so very much more. It was a blessing and a curse all at the same time. He stood and regained his composure, or tried to. Even then that he looked “fine”, quite very normal, and very much alright despite the intense and rather intimate event, having had processed all that he had, the truth was he was anything but alright. He would be, given another several drinks, after perhaps a thing or two on his “list” combined with a good night’s rest. In this case, all it took was a touch of time. Addison? Did she even know the half of it? Maybe. One thing was for certain though, that she did in fact know, and that was that Seattle had a new Master of the City concerning the Vampire Hierarchy. Her. How about that… his roommate, colleague, and at least one time lover the new big shot, shot calling, bloodsucker in Seattle. He’d have given a toast, and indulged in a drink or twenty to celebrate had she been one of normal “beveraging” habits though there were alternative means. Her car had been in its spot, so unless she’d literally flown the coop where was she? In the shower? He took a slow comfort “sip” of his drink as he considered a thing or two.
Addison had remained out on the balcony when he had come in, making a list of things to do since the arrival of the letter. While she knew that he was home the penthouse was basically sound proof so even with her sensitive hearing she only heard little things like the sound of the tv and a glass over the marble. Not until, she heard him start screaming like he could very well kill the news anchor or someone, didn't matter who. Had she been anything other than a vampire, she would have more than likely dropped everything she had in her hands. She gracefully rose from the seat she had taken, hair still wet, as she walked inside only to witness, something that she wasn't sure off. “Nick." He didn't answer so she assumed it was best to just leave the moment alone. Fabulous. She walked further into the room but not past the couches, picking up the jacket to his suit and placing it on the side of the couch. No doubt he was coming around and gaining his senses. She didn't say anything, he looked fine. Oh well. Guess it was nothing at all. She would carry on in just that sentiment. Matter of fact she sauntered back outside to retrieve all of her belongings and came back in. Completely to his same self. That was good. “Hey. I heard you yell at the television. What's wrong?" She made her way over to the bar and put down the still untouched drink. Only inches from where he stood as she carefully watched his face, perhaps letting on to more but she didn't say anything. “So work was interesting today?" He had to know she was going to ask. Seriously after all she did get some of the same information that he received. It just might have been worded differently, like those Marshal’s really fucked things up with this one... look. “I’ve seen the clip after I was read in on the details.... and all before coffee as you might say." She let the tip of her fingers touch his arm. “You look like you could use a shower." Not that she was saying anything about his mode of dress or appearance. Looked great. His temper though was another story altogether. She couldn't recall getting that angry, but she was sure it had happened in the past. It was only then that she noticed the letter on the bar. She picked it up and offered it to him. She really didn't have any secrets that the government didn't know, so it was just a matter of time that he could have found out so why not. “Seems there has been a couple things that have transpired over the last couple days that I was unaware of until now." Her voice was soft and the tone if nothing but business like and sincere. “The master of the city has been called away. As the way with all business things the person in line for the job, second in command get the job wanted or not. That person would be me. I am the new Master Vampire of the Seattle Kiss." She let go of him so that he could react to it as he wanted, with no influence from her. What would be the worst thing, he could refuse to see her, but he knew what she was before. Awaiting his reaction -d-
During the few moments, which for him felt like he had lived through almost as many century’s as Miss Baptiste had been both alive and dead, of which his "gift" had been in effect... in what he imagined was its "full effect", but had no real way of knowing other than the magnitude of what had just happened like never before, it had looked to Addison as if perhaps he had just been deep in thought. He naturally, had not heard her address him while in such a state. Deep in someone else’s thoughts, memories, and life was more accurate, and in ways not expressed he was still reeling from it. When she had returned, he'd since "snapped out of it", and watched her like a hawk as she came up and questioned him concerning the television, his yelling, and work. Some might have interpreted the day’s events as that he and his had fucked things up. When really? They had done it by the numbers, by the book, and in the end it had been the fugitive’s choice. He had been given a choice, and then chose to leave the Marshals namely one, NO choice. Nick shrugged his shoulders then as Addi commented that she had seen the news broadcast, and had been briefed. He'd already had a shower before coming home, though another one wasn’t something he was opposed to. "What's wrong is that the media, as usual, is completely out of fucking control and is generating "news"... propaganda really, about a case that they haven’t been given the full load of details on. The matter is that one of those bumpkin ass local Redmond cops leaked the shitshow, what he or she was privy to, and now it looks like something it’s not. I am sure Humans First is having a regular God damn picnic with this one as we speak, though it has nothing to do with "That"... the guy was a shitbag, a violent one, and decided it wasn’t a good day to go back to prison. Given the circumstances? Given the playbook? I had no choice. Add in the detail that he happened to by a lycanthrope and now everyone and their mother who doesn’t have an ounce of common sense, a lot of the good folks we protect... are throwing a shit fit about it, SO now I have to make a press release in the morning to attempt to undo the damage"... Nick was starting to talk like Addi did at points, a million miles a second. "I mean, did you watch this shit"?... The almost short and not so “sweet” version. He took a sip of his drink, noting that Addis fingertips were still on his arm as he contemplated the letter she had since picked up during his rant. He glanced to the letter and then back to her, and shook his head 'no'. He was wondering if Addi had been made aware 'completely' of the details, and was sure she understood perfectly if she had. However as per the letter? He managed a genuine, enthused smile given the other set of circumstances. "Congratulations, by the way"... His tone changed, losing any of the frustration and anger it had carried as he partially explained the details of the current job related predicament. "I know"... He moved closer towards her as she let go of his arm, an almost apologetic look in his eyes as he gave the explanation that, he felt, was owed. "The letter was sitting there, opened, and I was going to read it. Decided not to be a snoop, and put it back. I"... "Umm" ... "Well something, my "thing" happened. I was going to ask you about the letter, but now I know. Ms. Baptiste was called away for a lot more than business, and for some reason I got hit harder than ever"... Nick did not know if he should explain or mention what the last bit of what had been revealed to him or not, because he knew that by vampire standards it wasn’t accepted. "She's wearing a mask now, I think you know what I mean, and we should leave it at that"... Given the memories he had been privy to, flashes of history way back in the past to near present, it was one thing that he knew then better to call by name aloud. Harlequin. "In any case"... "I think we should celebrate your "promotion"... though I am at a loss, as to how we should do that"... His gaze narrowed slightly into hers as his glass was brought to his lips once again, taking in the slightest sip. (d)
Addi had grown quiet, as she listened to him rant about how everything had went on at work and some fool at Redmond was really the one to blame, in which she had nodded in agreement. It was only when he started to tell her about the contents of the letter did she look at him quizzically. She didn't really know what to say. It was fine that he knew so much about what was going on, matter of fact great right? She just was taken aback, having never been in on his gift, only knowledge of it. “Okay then, Well we might need a bigger house..." She didn't waste too much time on it, not even a thank you to his congratulations. Which might have been wrong but it didn't seem to be a reward for service in the line of duty, so of sense in her mind. She was ready to go on to a different subject, but it didn't seem like her position was going to go away. She was certain he would hear about it again the next day, and further on down the road, hopefully for him there was going to be anyone nagging him about where she slept during the daytime. “It’s not really a celebratory thing, if you understand, and please if you seen everything in her life that is one thing you don't speak of unless you want them here, and I don't...." she just paused really long enough to look up at him, so he would know just how important if nothing was very important. “... Anyhow, it would seem I have quite a few Were groups that were left in lurch about their deals with this coven. I am thinking of taking a few days off of work. I have more time than I can possible let on. I am not sure what you have, but... maybe. Never mind." She offered a smile and leaned closer to him, making sure that the letter was back on the bar and at a safe distance away from him. Taking his glass and putting it down on the bar as well before she closed the distance in one step forward. “I’ve actually missed you today, and despite the antics of the media. I am well aware of the mission you pulled off today. You forget, I was the one that called you about that particular case. I wasn't meaning for you to take it over." She might have looked serious, but there could be no doubt that she really wasn't concentrating on what happened but him. Arms wrapping around his neck as she moved closer, her lips almost touching his own, as she could already smell the scotch, She whispered but one that she knew that he would hear. " You do realize that you are not invincible right, Marshal West? I kind of more than like you, so I would appreciate it if you didn't place yourself into harm’s way as easily as you do now, and if you feel you should continue to do so, why don't you think about things I can offer you." Giving Nick no time to think about anything she had said to him in the moment, before she kissed him, pressing her lips firm against this own as her finger twisted up into his hair. -d-
Nick calmed himself, setting the glass aside then as he kept eye's on Addi. Celebration was not apparently in order, as she immediately went in on how a larger place was needed... which he really had no huge issue with other than now he needed to put a penthouse he'd only owned for less than a week on the chopping block. He'd dealt with worse problems in less time than the pretty big "window" he had on a deal like a home sale, it wasn’t an issue. She went on to confirm his suspicions then, by denouncing the promotions would be celebratory implications. He was sure he had not seen "everything" in her life, but he'd seen more and in greater detail than ever before than he'd ever done intentionally when he could "look into" allot of a given person’s life. The fact was, it was freakier than most past occurrences intentional or accidental because it had been an "accident", and the contact had been through an object rather than the physical person or entity. It might have been everything? It might not have been. It seemed like several, what he considered, lifetimes of raw information and memory had been blasted into his head. He simply nodded when she told him not to speak of those who he knew, by his little experience, were not to be spoken of. The long pause given and the look in her eyes reinforced that much, not that it was really needed. He held onto her every syllable; she had allot of work on her plate did she not? Government work, and now the master of the city in Seattle? It would have been an understatement to accuse her of being a busy girl. He lent in closer to her as if he were toying with the idea of a kiss, while she explained the gist of her needing to amend deals between her coven and the areas shifters. He smirked momentarily as she had been about to ask something of him, but gave the question the oll heave ho with a 'never mind'. He chuckled softly, still toying with the idea of a kiss while she herself leant, likewise, towards him. "Mhmmm"...Watching then as she seized his beverage, not that he cared. The stiff drink he'd wanted had been lower on the list, than what had been at the top of the short list of things that he, Nick West, needed rather than wanted after the end of that particular given day. Addison had been Number One top of that list, even if he wouldn’t outright tell her that. Almost face to face then, as she moved into range where a kiss was a blink away from reality, commenting on the case while she put her arms over his shoulders and in intimate contact with his neck. Oh how she brightened his day, and he wondered if she even knew how much? Smirking as she suggested that he was not invincible, in a most seductive fashion, confirming then her feelings for him. When her lips contacted his, a feeling almost like falling fell over him, and it wasn’t his ability kicking in. Oh how he had missed this one, likewise, all damn day long. His mouth and tongue reciprocated, but after a good twenty seconds reluctantly detached. He chuckled lightly then and just stared at her. "I'm not invincible"... He chuckled softly, amusedly, and while he agreed he did have ego, and pride, which was after all in his case actually backed by the fact of the matter that he was pretty damn good at what he did. "But when I'm with you I feel invincible. Special Agent Constance… So what"... His lips teased, glancing across hers as he smiled, his hands finding their seeming natural place on her hips. "Shall we do about that"? ... He restrained the all too obvious look in his eyes, by simply closing them from her sight, and smiled as he did it. The fact that his feelings for her were real did not alter the fact that he wasn’t entirely used to "that sort" of feeling when it was real. "You were going to ask me something else though"? He actually gave her the chance to reply, as his eyes opened, by not giving into the dominant demand in his head which screamed to kiss her and more. (d)
"No, I wasn't going to ask you anything, I asked you to give thought to the things I could offer you, but you don't care what I can offer you later, it is what I am offering you know that is on your mind." She gave a soft laugh, as she knew precisely what he was talking about. She couldn't keep from kissing him, he was like a drug, but made only for her. If that even made sense, because it didn't to her. She knew ten minutes into meeting him she wanted him, but kept that to herself. “Invincible when you are with me, then I say we shouldn't keep you from anything that makes you feel you are on top of the world." Invincible with the Master of the City was an understatement wasn't it? Not a detail she was going to harp on though. Untwining her fingers from his hair, they were quickly finding their way around the buttons on his shirt. Undoing them one by one, her gaze never once leaving his. “Nick... what I am offering you is going to sound really bad as it is spoken, but I want you to think about it thoroughly ok?" She would wait until she had his attention and he said he understood or at the least nodded his understanding before she continued. “I want for you to become inseparable from me, my human servant." She had warned him right? That it would sound like it was a bad thing but did he really have anything to lose, he would become stronger, and he could see past all the glamour, no more mind tricks or illusions of voice if she had ever used them on him. More than likely not. She wasn't your average vampire. All dressed in century old lace and silk. She preferred her jeans and t-shirts, but she did have a penance for Egyptian silk. She wouldn't pressure him now or ever into being anything with her. It wasn't her way, not with those she cared for. Those she didn't, then it was she would prefer them to love her, but if not fear would do. She undid the last exposed button before maneuvering him against the bar, and placed a line of [would say hot, but I suppose they would be cool] kisses from his collarbone to just below his ear. She half expected him to push her away after the offer of being her servant, but since he hadn't yet she planned to take advantage of it. She pulled his shirt loose from his pants. “You do know that when you wear thousand dollar suits they could get damaged, right? Not worried, just figure you will replace it?" She hadn't once shown him how powerful or the strength she held not once, didn't assume she needed to, he knew. He had been briefed she was sure, not to mention all the stories he would no doubt be told in the next few weeks. Her mouth found its way back to his, lips coolly caressing his own, fingers making easy work of his shirt before it was slid past his shoulders. It wasn't that she couldn't have both of them undressed in under a minute it was the enjoying it part.... not something she could help given she didn't feed on blood alone but lust and desire just as much. Her hands slipped over his shoulders and down his arm and lingered at his waist, just above where his pants were tailored fit. -d-
He smirked as she denied that she had been about to ask him something, but had given ye oll ‘never mind’ instead. Of course he thought about her, he thought about her practically every waking moment since he’d met her… and sometimes while sleeping. If she wanted to make an offer, of course he would care about it… it was her. Despite the implied, the truth, of what was taking up the majority of his mind in the moment? He still had a rational thought process about him, and if she wanted to discuss anything further than she had already given him he was all ears.
His expression sweetened a touch when she mentioned that their moments together made him feel like he was on top of the world and such shouldn’t be interrupted. “More that I feel like I run the world”… “Sexy cufflinks, by the way, I love them”…. He glanced over at the set of jade links she’d given him, personalized, on the bar next to his iPhone. His left hand slid over her hip to her lower back where his warm fingertips idly massaged her while she continued. In the back of his head he understood the implications of his relationship with her, then that she was now the Master of Seattle, much less that she was a vampire to begin with. The fact that she was FBI, and he was a Marshal, had they both been human would have made things interesting enough. He wasn’t exactly the picture perfect definition of all that was human or normal himself, though he was neither known for that, nor did he have leadership responsibilities or authority in any organization which was not “normal”… What she was going to offer was going to sound bad? He really had no idea, but really in that moment had a doubt. He doubted that Addi, his vampire, as he thought of her could suggest anything to him which he would classify as “bad”. He would never say it yet then, at that point, but some things went without saying… “Make me an offer I cannot refuse darling”… His sweet and quite affectionate smile widened a touch momentarily, then relaxed as then he waited for her to make good on just what she had been suggesting, given what she had to offer him. Of course he would, despite it being “her”, give the proposed matter thorough consideration. He gave most everything thorough consideration, unless he had no choice but to be “that” expedient. In the case of Addison’s touch however? Her fingertips having had one by one with expert manipulation unbuttoned his shirt, making it a point to tease his skin? The way she kissed him? She could have asked him to set fire to the city, and he’d have obliged her. Much less, what she was capable of influencing with her more un-natural gifts. When she actually made the offer? That she wanted him to be her human servant? He thought the concept over for the while, and while he adored her and was infinitely more than amicable to the idea of being inseparable from her he had questions. He had a good idea of what being a human servant meant, given the blast from the past and present concerning things, visions, and memory from Veronika-land… and it brought up questions. No, he did not move away from her, not an inch. In fact the only change concerning his physical contact came in the form of his left hands massaging movements over her lower back shifting upwards. He was giving the idea loads of thought, and while it was a mutually beneficial proposal given his understanding of the arrangement… thanks to his unintended “trip” earlier… there was the one minor detail of maybe, kind of, sorta, losing his little something something called free will. Otherwise, there was nothing he identified in such an offer which was even close to undesirable, other than another minor detail that in the event of such circumstance that he should die… that she would be at risk of the same fate. As she did away with the last button of his tailored shirt, he went willing with her maneuvering, relishing in the attention of her tender, cool, kiss. It wasn’t the temperature of her flesh that sent shivers down his spine, through his core, but it added to what he considered the exotic factor. It was sensational, she was, and unlike anything else. Of course she was unlike anything else he’d experience, she was a vampire, the first vampire he’d “known” as he knew her and he found the situation as addictive as he did beautiful, more than beautiful. He came back down to reality, from cloud 9, when she tugged the base of his shirt free from his pants, exposing his torso fully. “It’s a risky world I live and work in, as is yours, there is no sense that I shouldn’t look good doing it”… He chuckled, not immediately responding to her offer, serious though the statement was made in jest. In all reality, that was his attitude. He fucked clothes up all the time, and he also replaced them as needed. Of course it would have been in bad taste to admit that he was so carefree about it on the occasion it happened, but really? He cared less about that sort of thing. Considering the strength of his dear darling Addi? She was a touch
over 317 years old, a Master Belle Morte, and now the Master of Seattle… it would have been a pretty good assumption on his part, when such was probable, that she was powerful in ways that defied description. That would have been assumption, was confirmed as accurate then that he had taken a trip down memory lane with letters from Veronika. He would know then, no assumptions based on fact, and know for a fact wouldn’t he? How powerful Addi was, or could be, it was a fair assumption to make that given the two were both Masters of the same line. Even considering the age difference, Addi had “come up” with a quickness concerning that age difference in being a few centuries younger which only served to illustrate her potential and project what she did show. It suggested perhaps an even greater potential, concerning “power”, based on the most recent revelations “inflicted” upon him. Had she been just “some vampire”? He had been briefed well enough to know that even a new one, a fledgling, was quite “capable”. It had been a fleeting thought, one which had long since given way to a more pressing matter and desire. His lips fire to her ice, teased over hers as he reciprocated, trailing the mere centimeters to engulf her lower lip before parting to allow a gentile graze of his teeth over her soft, wet, flesh and holding in play. Was the flood of emotion he was experiencing, just barely managing, Lust? Sure, there was lust present, in part, and it could not be denied. Mostly? What he felt for her? As much as it made him feel like a complete fool, it felt more complex than the bursts of fickle lusts he felt for most women, what he felt? It was something wounding, tender, and damning… like love. He fought to think clearly then, his lips and bite then releasing her from their playful keep while she finished stripping his upper body of clothing. “I know a little bit about what becoming the human servant of a vampire means, thanks to your letter from Veronika”… “I more than like you Addi. Really? I feel stupid even mentioning the word, considering my own feelings on it”… “Love would be the word”… His lips grazed hers, as if to suggest the obvious, that he couldn’t stand NOT kissing her when there was occasion for it. All the same, she wasent likely, immediately, going anywhere and he needed to give her an answer. “Had I not seen, felt, rather drowned in all of Veronika’s life and un-life in a matter of seconds I wouldn’t have known to ask these questions considering your offer. Knowing what I know, they are my only concerns” Nick lowered his head, resting his chin upon Addi’s left shoulder, tilting slightly to offer the soft flesh of her neck a peck of his lips before continuing on. All the while the fingertips of his left hand tenderly kneaded the tissue surrounding her right shoulder blade through her t-shirt. “Based on my understanding of what blew through my mind, a human servant can or will lose his or her free will and truly become “that”… a servant… a slave… and only that”… “Will that happen with me”?... “Even then, if I did agree regardless of that, it would mean that after the final event, should I die thereafter … that you yourself would be at risk in sharing that fate”?... He whispered cautiously, curiously, into her ear. Decidedly, his response to her offer would largely be based upon what her response to those two probes ended up being. Of course the way he felt for her suggested in ways that he was her “Servant”, and after all, to a large extent nothing so sinister as the manipulation of any bond forced or otherwise was needed. In the case of Addi? All she had to do was ask. Even then, even considering his feelings for her… he did not want to become some mindless, will-less freak either. Naturally, she should have gathered that he was very much and seriously considering the idea of making such a bond with her. (d)
Addi listened to everything he said, that he more than cared for her, and his worries, of becoming some mindless will less freak. She didn't foresee anything like that happening, but it was different in every single case. She stopped in her attempt to seduce him, and moved away just enough that there was still that physical connection between the two of them. His touch still felt warm even through the cotton of her t-shirt. “If I thought that would become you, Nick. I swear to you on all everything hat I am. I would never ask or offer. Still in the end it is your decision to make. I won't will you into it. As a matter of fact you can't be willed by me, if you ever heard of Juniper root, well, you have been drinking it and I can't compel you. I wouldn't even if I could." She fell quiet for the time being. Thinking over the question at hand. “In my opinion I believe this is something you need to think about. First thing, I want you to remember while I am like Mistress Baptiste, I am not her." Nothing in her tone suggested anger or disappointment. Without any doubt she was exceedingly serious. She had no need for him to do anything that he didn't feel one hundred percent about. It was just a part of her make up. She leaned forward then feeling as her thoughts had been made clear and concise, gently pressing her lips once more against his, her left hand slipping around the base of his neck where he fingers curled in and out over the sensitive skin, her nails lightly drawn along his flesh, her teeth nipping at his lips until he parted them, allowing her tongue to past and languidly flicker along his, drawing him in to a much more passionate kiss than they had shared that evening. She had enough will though, to pull back from the kiss, allow her forehead to rest against his. “So, if nothing else will you please consider moving with me, and not as my land lord or roommate." She wanted him to think carefully even with that decision given the fact that there would be times that he was asked for the daytime sleeping arrangements of Addison. She trusted him, as she basically said even in that will you move in with me statement that she trusted him with her life. At that very moment she trusted him with just more than her life, she had offered him the most important place at her side, and regardless of beating factor her heart. Sure it was stated in some places that vampires didn't feel, but they feel everything, ten times more than anyone else. Her dark honey colored gaze caught his own for a moment or two, as if attempting to read his emotions, which any woman would want to do so, wouldn't they? Her hand slipped from around his neck and down to his own hand, her fingers entwining. “You know, Marshal, this isn't work, so no decisions have to be made by you tonight." Whispered against his lips. -d-
As she moved away, he moved towards as if to negate her attempt at putting even the slightest distance between them. Though the fact she was giving him a serious reply was not lost, he needed to be near to her the closest that he could be in that moment more than he needed to see sincerity reflected in body language. Staring into her eye's, especially her eyes, suggested the level of implicit trust he possessed for her. To stare into the eyes of such a creature as she was to stare into the abyss, and to tempt as such, to be looked into and potentially controlled by such. It was as it had been since they had met, in despite knowing better, he simply had and did anyway. As she explained, satisfying his inquiry for the most, he understood then wholly that she shared his sentiment. He had made up his mind then in that moment, deciding that he could not do without her. That accepting her proposal would strengthen and assure their bond, and be infinitely greater, transparently, for all involved rather than to not accept. His fingertips idly continued to massage her as she spoke of the fact that she had put Juniper root in his drinks which forced a sly smirk to form upon his mouth. Of course she was not Veronika Baptiste, she was of the same bloodline concerning her vampire heritage... but no, she was not her. Of course Addison was serious, and so for the most part was he, save for the expression upon her admission that she'd been drugging his drinks for his own "good". It meant that his feelings, and the thought that she deserved such implicit trust, were without a doubt genuine. Oh how he had missed the taste of her, the touch of her lips against his, moaning lightly against her mouth as a spike of lust ran through his core. The sensation of her fingernails teasing him as they were incited such, lust already inflamed to the continued tensions, and affections. He hadn’t the will to pull away from such a kiss as she had pulled the two of them into, and had been thoroughly enjoying himself. Oh how he grinned when she broke off, and inhaled a much needed breath, then laughing softly as her forehead came to his own. He remembered then, that their kiss had ended that he in fact did need to breath. During, he hadn’t much cared about such things. Did she even need to ask then what she had? Well, perhaps, he wasn’t always as clear and concise as he by all rights should have been, but at least he could count on her to always be just that. He moved, tilting his head slightly towards hers the short distance that his lips again brushed against hers as if for a taste before he spoke his reply. "Addi my dear, there is nothing to consider. Of course I will move in with you, did you really even need to ask"...? He smirked a touch, his left hand shifting again to continue massaging her lower back, fingers teasing at the waistline of her jeans from the back. His eye's gorgeous pale eyes of greenish blue, more green than blue shone true to the emotions he was feeling in that moment for her. What emotions? Attraction with a spark of lust which had evolved into love, some time ago, as well a curiosity which was obvious for what it was despite then having gotten a look at what could have been considered "the" bigger picture. Considering he'd just had his mind raped and enlightened by a flood of over seven hundred years of history, memories, secrets, and raw information. Had it been the first time? He'd have still been laying on the ground, wondering what the fuck had happened, with the room doing loops and flips around him. Yeah... that had happened the first time, the second time, and so on. The "event" as it were, had only started to become controllable, much less bearable after several dozens of occurrences. He whispered in a playful tone, yet being quite dead serious, dangerously close to her mouth as if to tease as she had. "Well Special Agent Constance, while this is most definitely not work, and I have made my decision"... His lips again engulfed hers, tenderly for a moment, taking it slow and sensual... just basking in the sensation of his hot against her cold until that incited him to resume their former game of tongues, which the end result would be a breathless and quite lust fueled Nick.
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She wanted to know his answer but more than that she wanted to know him more physically. He was so gentle with her, she had to think this was different for him than just her being a vampire, when had it stopped being just a curious notion for him? Should she care, doubtful. “You think you could have been mesmerized by my gaze. I have to tell you every time I look into your eyes, I feel like I am the one powerless to fight whatever is between us." In that sentence she was done talking, if you could believe that Addi was ever silenced by anyone or anything. She took two steps back releasing any hold that he had on her, leaving him just standing there. Her gaze swept over him in a lingering moment, from his designer shoes to his bare shoulder, one word came to mind. Delectable. She had been barefoot when he came home in just a black Slipknot t' shirt, with a long sleeved crimson shirt beneath, and a pair of well-worn jeans. Arms crisscrossed over her narrow waist gripped the hems of both shirts at once slipping them both over her head in one precise movement. Letting them fall to the floor, rapidly followed by the jeans, crumpled at her feet, before stepping out of them. Revealing to him, what he could have already imagine, she was tall and rather lean, pale alabaster skin with only the blemish of a voudan high priest's ring on her right shoulder, dark chocolate tresses that ended just above her waist. A certain grace that could only be describe as delicate. She was much more than that though, the power she held was there, but you couldn't just quite put your finger on it. Ball was in Nick's court then, she had made the step in the direction she felt their relationship needed to move. Although in that same though he was the man that she could spend hours with, without a word spoken between them and feel perfectly comfortable. -d-
Addi girl had a few, a few over thirty, decades on him. All the same? He had been groomed to be the marvelous human being that he was, though not without defect… after all he was “only” human. A little more than the average human albeit, though save for his ability very much human. Nick made decisions every day, and generally was an extremely decisive individual. There was weighing the options in a calculating manor, which he as a matter of habit did, and then there was simply taking your sweet time. Some things took a little extra time, but most things? Most things could effectively be decided by a man like Nick, once satisfied that he’d had the appropriate information to make such a decision, quickly. He only smiled when she questioned his prompt arrival at decision, referring to him as “her love” as he understood it. While he was not formally educated on the language of love, or fluent, he understood a few words here and there. Those happened to be of the few he did. Nick was fluent in Arabic, and Urdu, though he did not suppose Addison was versed in such. He could have been mistaken; she had been around long enough to have traveled and experienced a good lot of all the Earth. Nick had been, for four years of his life and extending not to quite such an extent in the present, one of the Governments lesser tier boogeymen. All the same? The things he and his former lot were trained to, and routinely did to other human beings when called for? There weren’t words for it that he felt did it the appropriate justice. He was good at what he did, and while he might not admit it aloud, he to a point had begun to enjoy it. Did people really understand the purpose of men like him? Oh sure, there was and always had existed on some level a real appreciation because it had always been socially ingrained for the to be, for the most. But true, understanding? No. He and his were not the so called “good guys”, and they did not wear white. Applied cruelty when deemed appropriate, came just as easy as any measure of kindness, or anything in between as if at the flick of a switch. His lot had not been “average” soldiers, but rather the premier strike capable element. Ranger Regiment was a little more complex than what it transparently “advertised”. Especially the compartmented element he’d been detached to in his later years. A whole existence being, and setting the “standard” of the white knight, to be but the desired image of being concerning the entirety of the remainder… but always with one hand dipped in blood. The taking of human life? Was only the half of it, and the least complicated half of it. Nick was well versed in the application of violence, and killing, but as well a whole playbook of things that were a whole lot crueler than that. It had been his world, his life. Those who knew him? Who really knew him? Might have been surprised that he was capable of an ounce of genuine affection. That a man like him was capable of being gentile? Stranger things routinely did happen. Even Nick did not fully understand, or think about “the why” as to why he was so gentile with Addison. Sure it was different, in the sense that it was a first, that she was in fact a vampire… It was really the damnedest thing. He chuckled softly then, his right hand coming from off her hip to caress her cheek affectionately. “Absolutely not my dear darling Addi, I am quite capable of being thorough as I am expedient”… He smiled sweetly then as she suggested that she was powerless against his gaze and chuckled. "Even without compulsion"... "I could stare into yours forever"... It was true, the color and preternatural beauty of hers were more than alluring. His eyes became ever curious when she let go and backed off, watching her undress him with her eyes, she might have been the Succubus but he knew lust, and more, when he saw it. He smirked playfully and leant back against the bar when she removed her shirts, watching her like a hawk. His eyes lit up when she immediately, wasting no time, stripped off and stepped away from her jeans. Jaw dropping? Absolutely. Nick only smiled that sweet endearing smile of his and whistled in approval. Of course he saw the marking on her shoulder, how could he not? His attention to detail demanded that he memorize every millimeter of her body, from head to toe, then there that she was in the nude. He slowly walked towards her, in a calculated predatory fashion, as if the tables were somehow turned... given what he was, and what she was. He undid his belt, removing his sidearm and badge and placing them on the glass table he passed, leaving it with the items on the table. "I need to take another shower"... His eyes suggested otherwise, that the statement had nothing to do with a shower. Getting out of his shoes had been as simple as stepping heal to toe, and on out of each before pants were dropped in total disregard to the fact that they'd just been dry-cleaned onto the floor. The only blemish on Mr. Nick West's body had been the telltale scarring left behind by the affections of a passing 7.62x39 round he'd stepped into the flight path of once upon a time in another land. It wasn’t immediately noticeable unless one really took a close hard look, on the side of his right calf. Proof enough that despite his proficiency, that no, Nick West was not invincible as he thought he was. The gap between them was closed in a short moment, and he found himself chest to chest, face to face, and with his arms wrapped around "his" vampire... staring into those gorgeous golden eyes dangerously, and lovingly all at once. He let the moment linger long enough before offering a sly smile, breathing in her scent, and making a proposal that wasn’t really at all a proposal. "Join me"? (d)
She noticed the moment he seemed to think he had the upper hand in this duo, and for the time being she didn't have any reason not to allow him to have it. Indeed she was right where she wanted to be right then, and with how. She watched every movement he made from his first step in her direction. “A shower, I believe I suggested that over an hour ago did I not?" She did, not that she had been planning on joining him at that time though. Confident wasn't he? Yes, as he should have been. She almost made a passing remark about his pants being on the floor, but didn't. A time and a place for everything. Now wasn't the time. She had given him the same long lustful look clothed as she did then, not missing a sliver of what was exposed. “Doesn’t sound like an invitation to me, more like you are telling me I should." In remark to his Join me. Was there even a hint in that moment she would decline him what he desired. She expected not. Slipping her hands around his waist before allowing them to slide up along his back, letting her fingers just rest on the tops of his shoulders. " Regardless I will." A soft playful kiss given before she let him go to lead the way, he wanted to be the predator, she wouldn't act too much like a cougar. What had they lived in the apartment a little more than a week, she hadn't time or the interest in checking out much more than her area of the place, as well as the common living area, not that they were really ever home at the same time, for the exception of a few fleeting moments, of when he came in and she was leaving. “Nick..." Nothing she wanted to say seemed to be there so she just shook her head sending dark waves swaying over her shoulder. She would have followed him to the end of the earth at the moment. A Succubus she was, but she hadn't intended on this, or forced any cards to make it happen, but would she feed off her own moment, fuck yes. She didn't discriminate. Her gaze usually a darkened honey was near golden. She could feel the pin prinks of her fangs with the tip of her tongue. Should she warn him? He knew the dangers, and she was old enough to keep thing simple if you could call any of this simple. Being as she had just feed the day before he was in no danger, well imminent danger of his physical wellbeing. She wasn't sure in regard to either of them about how things would be from now emotionally. They seemed to have bonded, and there were no marks, but the feeling was there just the same for her. She couldn't speak, but she didn't feel like just another conquest. Time would tell. How did a human live and love a vampire, then there was the bit of him being a Marshal and her being with the FBI. Let’s not forget to throw into the mix she was now the Master of the City, and could be the prey of many that just looked for the power behind the title. -d-
