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Post by growhart on Mar 27, 2011 1:54:49 GMT 1
Tough day? Yes. The simplest answers to his own questions. Gabe hated these meetings. The most annoying, conceited, money grubbing, thick headed, narrow minded...Stop. Breathe.
The casino owner listened to the end of the meeting in silence, not even speaking to himself, for once. He nodded along with the facts and figures for a moment, but as soon as the meeting was over, he was the first out of the damned door. Vampiric speed had its advantages, and Gabriel only seemed to get better with age.
In moments he was at the door of his limo, and on the intercom to his driver, Andy. "Get me to Lust," Once he turned off the intercom he said quietly to himself. "I'm gunna see if i can have a little fun."
He sipped on a glass of bubbly, looking out of the tinted windows at the murky streets of New Vegas. A city built on sin. As though that was a new thing. Look around, every city he had been to, bar a few, had been built on the dregs of society, and their debauched ways. Sin, indeed. When he had freed his maker's slaves, had that been a sin?
Shrugging off his thoughts of time long passed, the arrogant man stepped out of the limo and leaned to the open driver's window. "I'll call you when i'm done. Go back and wait at Camelot." As Andy drove off Gabriel straightened and fixed his suit, before making his way into the club.
Once inside he walked to the bar, and ordered a bourbon on the rocks, and asked for Angelique, completely ignoring the girls already out on the floor.
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Post by angelique on Mar 27, 2011 2:08:29 GMT 1
Angelique had been sitting in the backroom watching the security cameras in between typing on her laptop's keyboard with a smirk curving her lips. She was dressed in a simple white button down men's shirt and a plaid red and black skirt. She continued to type on the laptop watching the figures change with each word. It was a new site for her employees and Lust. Advertisement. She could pay for it. Money was not a big thing with her.
She heard the knock soon on the door and looked to the door. "Come in." She said loud enough for who ever it was to hear. She sat back in the black leather computer chair as she waited. Soon the door was opening and her bartender was coming inside. He nodded his head to her. "Welcome, Javin. What's going on?" She asked in her soft voice. The man spoke. "Someone's looking for you."
She beckoned him over to the desk. "Show me." He pointed at a man on the screen and she grinned slyly. "Alright." She bent down and pulled on her black knee high high heeled leather zip up boots. First one and then the other. She got up out of her chair before bending over and turning off her laptop. Paranoia. She strolled with a graceful swing of her lips out into the main room. Her hair swayed along her shoulders with each movement.
She slowly made her way over to the bar and leaned a hip against it with a wicked grin curving her lips. "So Gabriel, what brings you searching for me?" She slid her hand along the bar like she were touching skin. His skin before her fingernails slid back towards her. "What can I do for you?" She ran her tongue along her bottom lip as she waited for his response.
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Post by growhart on Mar 27, 2011 2:36:50 GMT 1
Throat burns. Maybe he should've gone with vodka? Nah, vodka wasn't a good thing to think with. As the seductive vampire made her way towards him the old council member allowed a soft, slow smirk to cross his face. She certainly knew how to get him where it counted. He tilted his head, eyes relaxed and slightly droopy as he looked her up and down. This was what he needed.
When she reached the bar and stopped Gabe winked. "Same thing as always." He looked down at her hand, moving his own calloused fingers towards her, and caressing the lightly tanned skin. "Your club offers me "lust". Well...I say I'm already loaded with the damned thing...and it's all your fault, ain't it?" Yes. A city built on sin. A city he loved, and a sin on offer, ready for him to take. "I want to indulge my sin. But..." he indicated the girls in the room. "This just won't cut it, babe...When sin is blamed to you...in this town? You gotta act on it. Come on....Sin with me, Angie."
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Post by angelique on Mar 27, 2011 3:06:26 GMT 1
Angelique knew what he wanted. The one thing that he never really got into his grasp. Her. She always made him hot under the collar and so he always returned wanting more. She saw how he looked her up and down with that look that shown he wanted more from her. She saw the wink he gave her and continued to lean on the bar when she had gotten there. "We have plenty of that same thing as always here."
She followed his gaze down to her hand before she saw his hand moving towards her soft skin. She felt the soft caressing of her skin and shivered some as her eyes slid back to his eyes. She leaned in close to him as her lips brushed along the skin of his ear. "My club offers plenty of that, dear Gabriel." She let an innocent look form on her face. "How is it my fault?" She purred the words still whispering in his ear.
She heard his words and straightened looking about at her girls as they indulged the men they were playing with. She wanted to send out more of what the club offered. It kept everyone coming back because she heated their blood so badly they burned with what they wanted. "Don't we all want to indulge in a bit of sin? I have..." But he cut her off as he spoke again about her girls not cutting it. "Here is the ultimate sin, Gabriel and we both know it. I bring my men down to their knees with what they want most." She bent after coming close over his arm and her lips brushed softly along his cheek. "How badly do you want what you want, Gabe dear?" She let her breath slide over his lips before she pulled back snickering some.
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Post by growhart on Mar 27, 2011 3:41:05 GMT 1
How long had this game gone on? Too long. How long would it continue? If Gabe got his way? It wouldn't. The vampiric seductress had him wrapped around her pretty little finger, and he knew it. He felt her shiver slightly at his touch and smirked. The older vampire couldn't help the arrogance that had accumulated along with his fortune. He couldn't help his "magical touch" either.
As their eyes met once more and she leaned in, Gabriel couldn't help but recall every other instance when she had pulled him in like this. Tease. That was the only word for it. Well...Bitch would probably work too, but he was a gentleman...most of the time. With her lips at his ear it was his turn to shiver. He gulped, how was it her fault? She was the damned seductress. The woman who denied his every need. The only one to do so. One of the few who could bring him this kind of urge...This necessary sin.
Angelique moved back to her position, and Gabe released the breath he didn't know he'd been holding back. He let her speak, cutting her off only once. When she leaned in once more, those oh-so-soft lips brushing the skin of his cheek made his mind falter. What had he been about to say? Oh...who cared? He needed no proof of her bringing men to their knees. Here he was, a beautiful woman in his lap, getting him so hot, but leaving him empty of satisfaction. He wasn't on his knees, he was lower than that.
His hand moved up a bit, cupping her face lightly, his thumb stroking her cheek as gently as possible. Damn her.
Those amazing lips moved ever so slightly, speaking only millimetres from his own. He could practically taste her on his tongue.
In a flash she was gone. Once again leaving him in a state of inbetween. The overwhelming lust he felt was...well, overwhelming. But he knew it was just that. The lust of one man for a teasing seductive vampiress.
"Words simply will not describe it, miss Marovich..." He closed his eyes for a moment, his head burning from her. "Only actions." He opened the hazel orbs once more and winked, regaining his composure.
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Post by angelique on Mar 27, 2011 4:20:26 GMT 1
Angelique knew the game well. How long had she been in this business and how long had she known Gabriel? Too long. The man had been thinking when she first met him that he could get her. Her eyes slowly slid over his face. She definitely enjoyed looking at the man. Every time he came here he sought her out first. You had to give the man credit he was definitely stubborn and she enjoyed this game they played.
She saw him shiver as her lips were close to his ear. The man had an iron will as well. He never got rough with her and was generally a gentleman to her. He was always very well mannered with his charming tongue. Which made her wonder to what that would taste like. But then she cleared her thoughts of it. This was Gabriel. A man used to having his own way. But she wasn't going to give in easily.
She felt his hand move up and felt him cup her face lightly. She let out a soft sound as he thumb stroked her cheek oh so gently. She knew she was getting to him as her lips moved with her talking so closely to his lips. But then she moved back again. She knew he wanted her so badly. What would it be like to be with him? She heard his words before his eyes closed. When his eyes closed she decided to be a little nice to him.
She heard next words and her face was close to his once more. Her lips just barely away from his as if she would kiss him. "You've got five minutes to show me why I should let you have full action, Mr. Kingman." She laughed softly at that.
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Post by growhart on Mar 27, 2011 13:09:14 GMT 1
Gabriel was at his end. He was close enough to saying goodbye. Leave this frustration to settle for another round later on. His mind had no chance to wander with such a woman before him, but her presence made his frown lines fade, his pent-up anger at his subordinates diminished, and the vampire could relax into a steady rhythm of pseudo-insults and suggestive comments.
Funny what odd habits a man can accumulate over eight and a half centuries.
And yet...Not once to this day had he got further than a peck on the cheek. Such a poor man, what he wanted was only at arms length. Or...as he saw once his eyes were open, right in front of his nose. At her note about him having five minutes Gabriel inched forward, his lips enveloping hers, his hand moving to her neck, holding her gently to him. Show her? An odd request after such a long time in denial, but it wasn't as if Gabe was about to complain. Not when his prize was in sight.
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Post by angelique on Mar 27, 2011 14:01:59 GMT 1
Angelique always knew she effected this man before her. Was it good or bad? She didn't know. But she enjoyed plaguing him and she was sure he enjoyed doing the same. Their relationship was a strange one based on insults and rudeness. Gentle touches mixed in. It was just plain different how they reacted to each other. Most swore up and down that Angelique enjoyed hating the man but she wasn't telling if she did or not.
She was such a cruel woman but after what she lived through it was no wonder. She watched Gabriel inch forward before she gave a soft gasp as his lips enveloped her lips. She shivered as his hand came to her neck holding her to him. She moved closer to where her body was between his legs and she pressed up against him. Her hands slid along his outer thighs a light caress before scratching back down.
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Post by growhart on Mar 27, 2011 14:27:43 GMT 1
Hot under the collar, indeed. Angelique was bad enough when she wasn't sitting between his thighs. Devilish female, troublesome, completely arrogant and utterly conceited-Stop. Breathe. Enjoy yourself. Gabe quieted his thoughts, and listened to his own advice. when would he get another chance like this? Exactly.
He was fairly confident in the thought that Angelique didn't hate him. Though it was hard to tell at times. How long had they been at this game of cat and mouse? As it seemed to him, it was more a game of cat and cat. Their arrogant similarities were astounding, but it was something he enjoyed. A person he could connect to, however contrived their relationship was.
He released her lips, smirking a little. Gabriel had found Angelique's friendship to be something of an acquired taste. Like a fine wine. Her teasing ways had made him want her more. After all, no-one denied Gabriel Kingman, Owner of The Camelot what he wanted, much less what he needed. And he needed this.
He leaned in, one hand still on the side of her neck and pressed his smaller set of fangs against her tanned skin at the other side. Sharp though they were, he wasn't trying to pierce the flesh. The older vampire sucked lightly on the sensitive skin, Angie's slow, steady heartbeat in his ears.
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Post by angelique on Mar 28, 2011 0:52:15 GMT 1
Angelique knew she was getting to the arrogant and egotistical male. He was used to command people about that now that he had found someone that didn't take his orders at all and threw them back at him he couldn't get enough. He was used to always getting what he wanted that he was on a new playing field when it came to playing with Angelique. She enjoyed every moment of it as well.
When he released her lips from his capturing kiss she inhaled a sharp breath. She hadn't expected that his lips would be so tempting. After a moment she began to smirk. "That doesn't show me much. Anyone can kiss, Gabriel." She gave a soft laugh at that. She knew she was taunting him but she couldn't resist. It was always her way. She enjoyed the way that Gabriel even as high up on the statuesque as he was seemed to always return for whatever she would give him.
She watched as he leaned in again with his hand still on the one side of her neck as if keeping her where he wanted her. She soon felt his fangs pressed against her neck and shivered as stood where she was. She felt the light sucking and her lips parted some as she took another sharp breath in surprise. Her fingernails dug some into the outside of his thighs. She ran her tongue along her bottom lip even as her eyes drifted down to his neck.
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Post by growhart on Mar 28, 2011 1:28:13 GMT 1
Gabriel ignored her comment. It seemed easier to do when you've just been given a free pass to the adult equivalent of Disneyland. The little hitch in her breathing told him that he was doing something right as he moved to her neck.
It felt pretty damn good to think that maybe so many years of frustration were paying off. Gabe had known Angelique for almost half of his lifetime, returning to visit her every now and then, and finding the same thing every single time. An over-confident woman who teased him to the brink of destruction and back. Funny, if it were anyone else he'd have lost his temper with them by now. Angelique had withheld just enough to keep him interest and angry, but given enough to leave him wanting more.
The calloused tan hand drifted down from Angie's neck, a sort of release of her, his lips still locked at the nape of her neck. He let his large, masculine mitts rest at the vampiress's hips, lightly holding her at a comfortable distance.
The older man's lips released her once more, his tongue running across his fangs as he murmured into her ear, his husky voice dripping like honey. "I can only imagine what you'd taste like, babe...I wouldn't mind finding out though..." He groaned softly, returning his fangs to her neck, putting pressure against the soft flesh, but not allowing himself to puncture her nigh perfect skin.
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Post by angelique on Mar 28, 2011 2:00:52 GMT 1
Angelique knew he was ignoring her comment even as he had moved to her neck. Was she keeping time? How long was five minutes again? Hell if she knew. She had known him damn near all of her life almost. He had been the one to figure out that she was the one that owned this place. Every time she met up with the man it was give and take. Need and want. She always ended up the one pulling back though.
She knew that he ruled Camelot with an iron hand pretty much. No one told him no and didn't receive a full on tongue lashing for it. His temper was pretty damn strong but she knew much about him and she was damn good at keeping his temper at bay.
She felt his hand drift down from her neck and squirmed. The hands on her hips made her want to purr even as his lips stayed locked at the nape of her neck. But then his lips released their torture on her neck. The sweet torture that made her want to climb into his lap. But then she heard his honey dripping words and she bit on her bottom lip to keep from giving a tortured sound. Especially when she felt his fangs and the pressure as if he wanted to so badly taste of her.
Oh how she wanted to taste of him as well. "Now Gabriel, I would so enjoy having a bite out of you as well." She purred deliciously and her fingers slid up to his sides and pulled his shirt out from his pants. Her hands came underneath to slide along his stomach and up to his chest.
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Post by growhart on Mar 28, 2011 2:24:10 GMT 1
Gabe hadn't waited four hundred years to be disappointed, and Angelique was certainly not one to disappoint. He felt her squirming beneath his hands and couldn't help but smirk. Perhaps the tables were turning, and good ol' Gabe was finally going to get his prize. He guessed that was up to Angelique, but wasn't sure if she was keeping time.
With fangs pushed up against the her the older vampire couldn't help but wish that this had come much, much sooner. At the voicing of Angie's own want Gabriel made a single, small cut into her neck, licking the sweet, red warmth that seeped out. The rich taste of the club owner's blood was ecstasy to the egotistical man.
Her fingers tickled his bare flesh as her hands moved up under his shirt, and Gabriel couldn't help himself. The idle hands at her hips tightened ever so slightly and he pulled her into his lap, tonguing the puncture in her neck. "mmh...so good...I guess it was worth waiting for...Eh, Angie?"
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Post by angelique on Mar 28, 2011 2:50:00 GMT 1
Angelique moaned softly as she felt the single and small cut to her neck and blinked in surprise that he had done it. But as he licked at the cut her eyes slid slowly closed in pleasure even as her own fangs wanted to puncture his flesh. She tilted her head so he had better access. Her breathing had turned heavy in her delight. None got to drink from her. But here she was letting Gabriel do so.
She wanted to feel her fangs slip through his skin and wanted to taste his blood as it seeped onto her tongue. She would turn the tables soon. She continued to slide her fingers along his bare skin enjoying the feel of his flesh but gasped as she felt his hands tighten on her hips slightly before she was pulled onto his lap.
She could only wiggle on his lap as her hands were caught underneath his shirt between them with him licking on her neck. She heard his words and snickered softly. "You guess? Then maybe I'm not doing good enough." She brought her face to his neck and let her tongue dance along the flesh of his neck right before her fangs slid into his neck. She pulled her fangs free for a moment to speak even as her bottom lip was painted red with his blood.
"One for one plus one equals two for me, Gabriel." Two puncture wounds to his one. Her fangs slid back into place as she began sucking at his neck enjoying. But then her eyes slid open and she saw people staring at her including her employees. A set of hands grabbed her right underneath her arms and lifted her from Gabriel after she had pulled her fangs free.
"My turn..." She heard a cold sounding voice say even as she went to turn around but she was pulled against the man with the cold voice and she swallowed. "Let me go now."
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Post by growhart on Mar 28, 2011 3:10:00 GMT 1
So long. Too long. As her blood ran down his throat Gabriel stopped listening altogether, his heartbeat unusually fast, though still nowhere near human level. He knew it was more than a privelage to taste the blood of Angelique Marovich, and he was definitely for abusing his chance.
His lips were red with her blood. Why dear God hadn't he gotten this far before? Why only now did he have the opportunity to drink from her, taste her, hold her. She wriggled a little as he put her in his lap, and Gabe had to hold back a groan of approval, stifling the pleasant sensation with more and more blood.
Then the bittersweet pain of her bite. So damn good. The usually sharp tongue's caress on his cuts came like pure ecstasy to the vampire. He was considering opening a second hole when suddenly he felt her being moved away. His fangs grazed the tender skin as Angelique was pulled back.
The casino owner was outraged. He stood, looking rather unkempt, his hair ruffled, shirt untucked and sitting awkwardly. Gabriel growled in the back of his throat at the man's icy voice.
Gabe didn't like sharing at the best of times.
"Let 'er go, pal!" His rage was evident, voice trembling in anger through his blood-stained lips, fangs bared for the "enemy" to see.
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