Andrew's Room

Andrew made his way into his eoom and closed the door with his foot. He placed Victoria in a sitting position on his bed then looked away for a moment. Before too much time could pass, he muttered something about irresistability. Andrew then kicked his shoes off to get comfortable. After doing so, he sat himself on his bed and grabbed Victoria's face in a gentle manner before giving her a kiss laced with a bit of passion.

The fact that Andrew was so willing to carry her upstairs made her laugh the whole way up as she fiddled with his braids absently. As they both entered the bedroom, Victoria’s eyes skimmed the furniture and atmosphere; it was almost too perfect. Not to mention classy, the surreal violet lights against the wall gave a pleasant, modern touch. Rubbing her palms against the comforter as she was placed atop the bed, she slipped off her boots and belt, setting them aside on the floor.

Victoria sat up as she heard Andrew begin to murmur to himself, her emerald eyes curiously set on his back. He had a habit of doing that, and it seemed she was able to make out what he said more and more; this time, something about irresistibility. Feeling her throat tighten up for a moment, it became scratchy; alcohol never fully did satiate her desire for blood, merely dilute it for some time. Before her mind began to reel in the desire for blood, the bed moved slightly and a warm breath brushed past her.

Blinking once, in a slow fashion, Andrew’s kiss was a delectable one; sweet, passionate, and familiar. Sitting up slightly, Victoria’s lips formed around his perfectly as she moved forward to lay him back, her hands pressed down on either side of his head. As she pulled away to draw out his breath, she gave a smirk and began to turn her body to lie at his side instead.

Andrew blinked in surprise as she had pushed him back. He then felt her pull away. After she had pulled away, he took a quick breath, turning his head to face Victoria. He gave a low chortle bringing a hand to stroke against her face in a soft movement. He licked his lips, taking in the fact there were traces of Victoria's taste that still lingered on his lips.

"Seems you like to be dominant," he pointed out, "That's gonna be a problem."

Andrew joked with her for a moment, allowing a warm hand to fall against her neck in a soft motion. He could tell she was not feeling that great. With a sigh, he pressed himself against Victoria. He gave a frown, knowing that she needed more than alcohol. Of course, he found her amusing and could not have her wear out just yet.

"Here," he said, tilting his head, "I trust you."

Laughing in a slow, sarcastic tone, Victoria turned her head slightly, though not enough for his hand to leave her skin, and spoke in a smooth alto. “Only until I’m dominated,” she answered with a smile. Feeling his hand touch her neck, her throat tightened enough for her to exhale harshly with a cough, to give it a natural appearance.

Glancing from the top of the bed’s canopy to Andrew, she caught his frown. Why was he frowning? With his body pressed closer, she could almost make out the sound of rushing blood beneath his flawless skin.

He certainly was a strange man. Not verbally answering him, she nodded slightly and turned on her side, kissing his neck to numb the area with that addictive, sinfully wrong touch, her fangs sliding into his neck smoothly. She was controlled when she drank blood, surprisingly.

Although the bitten part was numbed, Andrew would no less feel a burning sensation crawl down his body and claw at his core. Victoria’s eyes closed halfway as they darkened, her other hand idly stroking the other side of his neck to quell his pain with more thin strands of electricity.

A few minutes passed, and Victoria slowly pulled her mouth away from his neck, a thin line of his blood marking the corner of her mouth. “Thank you, Andrew. Your blood is going to be a problem, however,” she paused and looked away slightly with a smirk, “It’s mouthwatering.”

Andrew gave an enjoyable gasp, feeling the electric run through him to numb his neck. He gave a low moan of pain, but felt electricity begin to numb it slowly. He gave a quick sigh, sitting up. He ran a finger through his blonde locks and stood up. He walked over to his dresser, pulling out a shirt and some lounge pants. He looked over to Victoria and chuckled.

"I hope you don't mind," he said, "But I don't prefer to sleep in my day clothes."

Andrew walked into his personal bathroom and made a quick change. He came out, fixing the collar and gave a sigh. He left his other clothes in a basket he had in his bathroom. He then looked at Victoria with a smile.

"Anything you'd prefer to wear?" he asked.

Andrew then ran his slender fingers through his hair, fixing it again. His light blue eyes shined somewhat as he walked back over to Victoria. He gave a simple smirk.

"Unless or course," he said, "You don't want to wear anything at all."

Quenched for some time now – because demon’s blood seemed to have a better effect than vampire’s blood – Victoria sat up on her legs lazily, her palms rested on the comforter between her legs. Absently, she examined Andrew’s hair with a curious expression, only to take a lock of her own hair into her palm and examine it. By the time his voice had brought her from her daydream, a door shut and the blond beauty was no longer in sight. Victoria slung her legs over the bed and pushed herself to an upright position, taking a tour around the bedroom.

“Too bad Greed… died. He would have been proud of Andy.” she said with a dark grin that was momentarily shadowed.

Stopping at the foot of the bed beside her boots, Victoria took off her earrings, rings, and jeans, placing them all inside her boots (the jeans were neatly folded). As she walked around, she bent over to find herself a pair of dark red sweatpants. With a grin, she took them out, jumped into them and tied them so they wouldn’t slip too far down. Hearing the door open, she pivoted on her heel and sauntered over with a smirk that was nothing less than who Victoria purely was.

“These pants will do,” she laughed and began to walk back to the bed, looking over her shoulder at him with startling electric green eyes for a moment, “for now.”

"Oh?" he asked, "They look good on you, but they may look better on my floor."

Andrew gave a brisk chuckle. He did not quite catch what she had said in his absence, and he did not find it in his position to question that. He simply gave a nod and returned to his bed, only to lie down. He closed his eyes for some short time, then opened them. His white shirt was that of a polo shirt. The buttons were undone at the collar to show a bit of the bare skin he had underneath his shirt. He sat up, motioning a finger in a seductive manner towards Victoria in an attempt to ask her to crawl on top of him. He enjoyed her appearance, one most people would kill to have. He gave a smirk. 'And I will make it mine,' he thought to himself.

"Do come here," he said, "I could use some warming-up."

Andrew gave a devilish smirk, watching the female carefully. He proped himself up on his elbows, his eyes filled with lust and desire for the female before him.

Poised by the foot of the bed with an arousing stare directed at Andrew, her eyes drifted to the fair perfection that was his chest. Walking in an entrancing over motion over to him, she shifted herself to crawl on top of him, idly allowing her thoughts to correspond to her actions as she brushed a lock of hair away from his face, letting her fingers admire his mark once more with a placid expression.

Obviously he was thinking something, because his expression clearly reflected it. Provocatively, she rested her folded arms on her chest, her chest pressed against his. “That shower leave you cold?” she asked, clearly knowing the answer. Raising an eyebrow, she ran one hand through her hair to tease, her glance up at him a very arousal-inducing one.

Andrew gave a smirk as he noticed she was staring at his chest for a moment. He gave an amused smile, his eyes partially closed.

"Like what you see?" he asked, "Luckily there's a hands-on examination."

Andrew kept his eyes on the female, giving a bit of a chuckle when she asked if he was still cold from the rain outside. He gave a simple nod, allowing his head to fall to the side and brush against his pillows. He gave an appearance of being completely helpless. That is, until he made a quick movement of causing Victoria to flip onto her back so he was on top.

"Sorry," he said, "I can't be dominated all the time."

Andrew straddled against Victoria's waist, leaning down to brush his lips against her neck. He flashed a smirk, running his tongue against the skin in a slow, rhythmic movement.

Flashing a grin to his words, Victoria began to slowly unwind the braids in his hair, explaining in an absent tone that she’d braid them again tomorrow. Looking back to Andrew drew a breath from her as she took in the different tone; he looked helpless. About to protest, Victoria gave a playful scream as she felt her body form into the bed underneath, her hair a sexy mess, similar to how Andrew’s hair was too.

Giving a resisting growl, she arched her chest out and her hips in, a low, guttural moan sounding out sweetly through her parted lips. Hazy eyes looked towards the blond hair as her breath become momentarily shallow.

“That’s nothing to apologize for. Just don’t expect me to always be submissive.” she purred with a pleased sigh as she turned her head to expose more of her perfectly fair, smooth skin.

Andrew laughed again, allowing his hands to trace against the female's curves. He was pleased that she would at least be submissive just this once. With a laugh, he raised an eyebrow, looking over the gorgeous being he had under him at the moment. With a smirk, his hands stopped right at her waist, his fingers curling under the waistline of the pants she wore.

"You sure about that?" he joked.

Andrew lifted his head away from Victoria's neck, now focused on staring into her emerald shaded eyes. He gave a seductive smirk.

"If I may," he began to speak, "I will make this night for you one in a million."

“Postive,” she spoke with a moan into his ear as she leaned up. Moving her arms above her head to brush the headboard, she turned her head slightly to watch Andrew out of the corner of her eye curiously. Startled for a moment, she felt his hand brush against the narrow scar across her hip and navel.

Serious for a moment, she leaned up and wrapped her arm around his neck, her eyes slightly jaded and a dark smirk playing upon her lips interestingly. “You prideful demon, Andrew, I really did make an excellent choice. Though, I’m curious. Are you merely using me?” she asked, not minding to kill the moment for she could bring it back twice as heated if she so wanted; it seemed traces of Pride were still within her, and it wasn’t as if Andrew would reject it wholly.

“Because, if you aren’t, then this night could be anything without everything.” Admittedly, she had more class than to sex someone up the second night. If they waited, it was more than worth it, she thought to herself with a laugh that tempted a kiss from anyone.

"Surprisingly," he said, "You will be the first person I say no to that answer."

Andrew tilted his head, giving a smirk as she spoke again. He then furrowed his eyebrows, a bit taken aback by her response. Andrew moved his hands so that they were on either side of Victoria's head and chuckled a bit.

"If you're trying to say you don't wish for it," he began to say, "I will respect that wish and allow you to sleep."

Andrew then moved off of Victoria, giving a dark laugh. His pride was getting the best of him at the time, but he still knew his limits. He was raised better than most, and could take no for an answer. He then closed his eyes, giving a low, inaudible murmur. A light smile fell against his flawless face.

"If that is all," he said, "I wish you a good night."

Rather taken aback by his understanding, Victoria looked away for a moment and simply laid there, many thoughts reeling through her head. “I'll take your word for it. Can I, haha, call you Andy...?” He was such a perfect man and the thought of that sparked envy within her as she glanced to Andrew with black irises. Shifting closer to him and wrapping her arms around his to press his entire arm against her body, her hand reached out to take his shoulder and turn him to face her, her soft lips colliding and holding against his. It was, truly, a kiss without passion, but rather, adoration.

“You’re making me jealous of you, quit it…” she murmured with a laugh as she broke away for a moment, only to return to the sweet warmth and away from the bitter, cold air.

"I don't see why not," he admitted.

Andrew smiled in a serene fashion, returning the kiss until Victoria broke away. He gave a faint smirk, brushing some of her black locks out of her face to view it more clearly. He absolutely loved her face. He gave a simple grin, tracing along her jawline with his index finger, then pressing it against her lips.

"No need to be jealous," he said with a smirk.

If there was anything that felt better than being kissed by this man, was being touched by this man. The way his fingertips followed every curve and line on her simply gave her chills. Careening her head towards his touch, she exhaled and smirked ever so slightly, her emerald eyes set on the visible area of his chest. She really couldn’t get enough of the guy. Not that that bothered either one of them, it seemed.

“Every need. You’re sheer perfection, with every imperfection you claim as yours. Let me be envious, it’s my job~” she laughed and shifted closer, slipping one of her icy cold hands underneath his open shirt. His warmth quickly caused Victoria to sigh pleasantly as she closed her eyes and gave a very slight yawn. Her long dark eyelashes rested against the vanilla, even skin tone of her cheeks, no trace of striking emerald green to be found. Simply, a sleeping beauty.

“Don’t you dare leave. I’ll be cold, then.”

Andrew felt Victoria place a cold hand against his chest and gave a quick chill. He enjoyed it more than anything, really. He shut his eyes, keeping one arm around the female he was currently sharing a room with. He gave a simple smile of satisfaction, drifting off to a deep sleep while mumbling.

"I'd never," he whispered, "Goodnight."

Andrew then seemed completely asleep. He appeared almost peaceful, really. Of course, he enjoyed sleeping quite a bit. It was an easy way to relax.

Victoria was never a still sleeper. This morning was, overall, no different in that sense. Sometime after hearing his voice whisper goodnight, she merely stayed mentally awake. She wasn’t one for sleeping, though that was to blame on the unnerving feeling from falling asleep and being killed. For the first time in years, she had awoken with a gentle yawn and stretch, sans hyperventilating or screaming. Sitting herself up and resting her forehead on her knee, her raven-black hair falling like a draping curtain over her flawless, even skin, with her arms clung around her curled up legs; Victoria caught a breeze in an unfamiliar area.

The chilled bedroom temperature kissed at her bare back and ran its icy claws down her spine as she shivered and sat up; the only thing that covered her upper body was a black bra laced with ashen gray, gossamer lace. The delicate, dark lace against her fair skin gave her a very appealing look as she glanced to the end of the bed to see her violet shirt clinging to edge. With a laugh, Victoria carefully laid back down into Andrew’s arm, her well-endowed chest perfectly fitted with the lingerie.

“Old habits die hard. At least the bra and pants didn’t come off…” she purred with a laugh as she stood completely still in his arms, only her toned abdomen moving up and down slowly with her breathing motions; her overall physical appearance could be described as ethereal.

Pricked by the cold once more, the green-eyed female’s body jostling with a shiver that quickly had her swearing outwardly to the cold.

Andrew seemed to have a peaceful sleep. His eyes fluttered open as he went to sit up. He held his head with a hiss. He was obviously on a hangover from the drinking he took part in the night before. As he got up, he noticed someone else was in bed with him. Not only that, but she was shirtless. He gave a quick gasp, falling off of his bed in surprise. He then got up, rubbing the back of his head. He then gave a quick 'oh' sound as he realized it was Victoria. The next question that came to mind is why she was not wearing her shirt. It wasn't that he minded, he quite enjoyed the view. Nonetheless, he gave a simple sigh, sitting on the edge of his bed, not sure if she was awake yet or not.

As Andrew’s body shifted away from her, as did the warmth. Bothered by the cold, Victoria sat and embraced it with a heavy sigh, her limber fingers rubbing at her eyes slowly; it was a good night’s sleep. As she lowered her hands back to her sides, she pushed herself forward to get on all fours and off the bed. Picking up the cell phone that was underneath her amethyst-dyed shirt, she checked the messages and then snapped her phone shut; a little silver bell at the end jingled with the motion.

Picking her way over to the other side of the bed, she sat down at Andrew’s side and gave a relaxed sigh, falling onto her back to stare up at the black-and-indigo canopy. “Hangover?” she questioned to her flaxen-haired partner-in-crime; what else would he be at the moment?

Andrew felt his bed move when Victoria got up. He watched from the corner of his eye in interest of what she was doing. He then noticed she took a seat beside him and asked him if he had a hangover. Andrew gave a simple nod and stood up. He looked in his closet, grabbling a black shirt and a white overshirt. He then grabbed white pants. He flashed a quick smile, looking back to Victoria.

"I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to jump in the shower real quick," he said calmly.

With that, he turned his back and entered his private bathroom, closing the door behind him. He removed his clothes and adjusted the water. Andrew stepped into the shower, giving a sigh as the cold water ran down his torso. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his blonde hair, washing it in silence. He then reached onto a shelf grabbing soap. After he finished his shower, he turned the water off and stepped out, drying himself with a towel. After that, he slipped into his clothes for the day and stepped out of his bathroom, still drying his hair.

"Ah." he said, "Much better."

Not too long after Victoria had rested at his side, Andrew got up and left to look for clothes and take a shower. As if she hadn’t received enough attention, Victoria gave a huff as he entered the bathroom, her face now smothered with a pillow. Laying there for a few minutes to recollect her thoughts, a headache shot through her head, straining her vision immensely. Swearing at the air in an outburst, she shook her head vigorously and proceeded to pull on her shirt once more, fixing everything back on, save for the jeans.

As Andrew stepped out, his scent still clung to his body, but another scent laced itself around him as well; it was pleasant. Walking over with her boots in hand (with her jeans tucked into one boot), she gave a slight smile. “I got the notification this morning. I’ll be living at…” momentarily, she brought her phone out to double check the message, “Glenway Avenue One-Twelve.”

Andrew stood for a moment, thinking things over. Glenway Avenue One-Twelve? He gave a quick sigh, then chuckled a bit. He finished drying his hair and laughed dryly. It was a calm laugh, of course.

"To think I was getting rid of you," he joked, "That is the number of this apartment."

Andrew then turned, placing his towel in his bathroom. He then ran a hand through his hair, staring at Victoria for a moment, amusement noticeable in his expression. He then offered his hand out for a mock handshake.

"Welcome to the apartment," he laughed.

Andrew then slipped his boots on and turned away. He fixed his all-over appearance, noticing his hair was not done. He smiled once and turned back to Victoria.

"Once you fix the braids like you promise," he began, "I'll be out of your way."

Victoria’s emerald gaze narrowed as she shot a scowl to Andrew’s joke. Rolling her shoulders, she gave a grin and smacked his palm with her own, no desire for a handshake; they were too formal for her this early in the… afternoon. Accepting his greeting, she took a step forward and reached her hands out to braid his slight locks of hair as she promised.

As terrible as people thought she was, she was true to her word, for the most part to people she enjoyed. Giving a scoff to his comment, she tugged one of the braids in a way to silence him as she patted his back a little distantly and headed for the door with a slight smirk.

“You sound like an idiot. Yet, you’re not.” she reprimanded with a playful tone, looking over her shoulder and brushing her hand against the door frame idly. “Someone looks nice. Off to see the other girls?” she spoke with the playful tone gone and her gaze averted out to the hallway. Hopefully, Andrew wasn’t allergic or hateful to cats. No one would take Zobel away.