Andrew's Room

Andrew laughed until he felt Victoria tug his braids. He muttered a quick 'ow'. He then flashed a smirk when she mentioned about his appearance. It really humored him when she mentioned visiting other people.

"Do I sense some jealousy?" he grinned.

Andrew then chuckled, giving Victoria a quick hug much like a good friend. He then watched as she walked out. In return, he stepped out, waving goodbye. He closed his bedroom door and then left with a chuckle.

After several hours of work, blood-stained metal fell against the bathroom counter. The sink was filled with scarlet liquid. Andrew quickly cleaned out the sink, then cleaned the metal, then his hands. He placed his hand on the bridge of his nose with a sigh. After all the hours he put into his work, it had already healed. He then rested his hand on his shoulder, which was covered by bandaging. He sighed, walking out of the bathroom and turning the light off. He had cleaned the scent of blood off of himself before, so he had no trace of it from earlier in the day. He slipped a black, short sleeved shirt over his bandaged torso.

"Seems those miserable years came into use," he muttered.

Andrew placed his hand of the left side of his chest. It was where he had found the marking of pride. He laughed sharply, lying on his bed and draping his other arm over his eyes. He gave a sharp sigh. He would have to stay there like that for a few minutes unless he wanted to tear open his wounds again.

"Feels better," he muttered to himself.

“You’ll be fine. Pride likes his vessels in pristine condition,” answered a slight silhouette that walked into the bedroom much like a shadow. Familiar, emerald irises looked over the blonde’s body meticulously as she stepped forward with smooth, slow strides that left her standing at the side of the bed. Victoria’s feminine body climbed on top of the bed as she sat with crossed legs at Andrew’s side, unwilling to lay a single finger on him unless he gestured otherwise.

“You were magnificent out there, though,” she began as she raised a hand to rustle her own obsidian locks, “do you regret the decision you made? To accept Pride’s soul?”

Victoria’s gaze turned slightly somber as she cracked a smile in remembrance to Andrew’s earlier cheerfulness.

"What?" he grinned, "No knock?"

Andrew gave a simple, drawn-out chuckle as he dropped his arm to it's respective side. He sat up slowly in attempt not to further his injuries. He gave a quick 'tch' sound, placing his hand on his shoulder. It had been cut pretty deep, and it would take a while to heal. He closed his eyes briefly, muttering about how Pride had taken his body for quite a ride in battle. He then raised an eyebrow to her question, giving a smirk in return.

"Mein körper ist geschädigt, aber nicht meinen geist," he said lowly, "My body is damaged, but not my spirit. But, allow me to put this into words you will understand. Je ne regrette rien. I regret nothing. ...Don't press me, though. That's about all the french I know."

Andrew's smirk became a soft smile as he sat up straight, placing his hands at his sides. A humored chuckle came past his lips as he looked at Victoria.

"Do I sense a form of compassion?" he laughed, poking her stomach with a sly grin.

Andrew was obviously feeling a lot better. He seemed to be in a happy, upbeat mood. Maybe because he finally got Pride to calm down. Either way, he was at peace. He cleared his throat with a rough cough.

“Never,” the pleasurable voice crooned with a harmonious laugh. Victoria’s hand – an icy touch – rested upon the side of Andrew’s jaw as the pad of her thumb pressed against his lips idly. Nodding as he spoke of Pride’s joyride with her partner’s body, she slid her hand back down to rest against the crook of his neck. “Allemande sonne mieux sur vous, mais le français est encore chaud,” she complimented with a confident smirk.

Victoria’s jet-black, lengthy eyelashes framed her emerald irises well as they darkened a touch to his comment on her compassion. As if he had insulted her, she clicked her tongue venomously and turned her face away. “It’s the lack of… nutrition inside my body. Nothing else.”

Adjusting her legs and hips so her seated position was a butterfly kind, Victoria leaned her body forward to bump her forehead against his, her eyes now closed but her eyebrows furrowed. If she didn’t drain a vampire or demon dry within the next couple of hours, she’d have a hard time leaving the cigarettes be.

Andrew flashed a calm grin, tilting his head. He gave a light sigh as he felt Victoria's cold hand brush against his skin. He licked his lips in amusement, seeming to enjoy the compliment he recieved.

"Thank-you, I suppose," he laughed.

Andrew raised an eyebrow as Victoria mentioned she had a lack of nutrition. Simply, he moved his hand under her chin, moving her face close to his neck. He chuckled a bit, knowing she would probably deny it. He cleared his throat.

"Consider it a form of gratitude for earlier," he smirked.

Andrew tilted his head to the side. He remembered the last time, and he didn't mind it. After all, with pain comes pleasure. He gave a simple smirk, waiting silently.

Victoria’s fingertips smoothed away the blonde, braided locks from his neck as her fingers curled around slowly to stroke the smooth skin at the nape of his neck with a pearly-white grin. “I will not deny your gift… though…,” her voice trailed off with a seductive purr as she pressed her supple, shell-pink lips against the skin of his neck, allowing a sigh to roll out through parted lips and onto the demon’s warmer skin.

The first few kisses were not to numb the area, simply to relax Andrew’s body. After the fifth or six kiss, her ample lips returned once more to numb his flesh of the pain the punctures mainly caused. Victoria’s lips curled up into a devilish, playful smirk as her fangs sank past the skin and into the muscle, where the veins that carried the man’s succulent blood flowed. Her throat continued to burn – a searing pain – until ten minutes of drinking or so had passed. As her eyes opened, they were no longer their verdant green, but rather a deeply instinctual ruby.

Murmuring against his skin, Victoria merely asked if he was becoming light-headed. If she didn’t stop now, it wouldn’t be as easy to stop later.

Andrew gave a sharp gasp as Victoria sank her fangs into his flesh. He closed his eyes, seeming to lessen his breath, as it caught in his throat. He gripped what remained at his sides, which was his bed sheets. The feeling was a mixture of both pain and pleasure. Andrew sighed as she murmured against his skin.

"I suppose you should stop if you don't feel you can control yourself," he spoke softly.

It was true. He felt lightheaded. Simply, he allowed his head to drop to the side. He opened his eyes halfway, seeming to be fine. He had lost a heavy amount of blood before then, and this just made it worse. He, however, did not care much. Andrew's eyes lost their luster, seeming a pale blue now.

"Well," he began to say, "I suppose you can stop."

Andrew's sentence seemed to die out as he forced himself to keep his eyes open. Ten minutes of blood loss was certainly something. He gave a slight chuckle, keeping his hands at his sides for balance.

"Don't worry about it, though," he spoke again.

After Victoria would break away, he simply inhaled sharply. He sunk back, trying to rid himself of the lightheaded feeling. Of course, if he would have used common sense, Andrew would not be in the current stte he was in. Of course, he didn't want Victoria to blame herself, so he gave a smile of reassurance.

Immediately unclamping her fangs from his neck, the hand that had idly sat on Andrew’s good shoulder slid across to the puncture wounds, pressing her fingertips against them to seal the otherwise shallow holes; blood near the surface was thicker, but it quenched much less. As Victoria sat back and breathed out, she patted a head of blonde, silken hair and smoothed the back of her palm across his forehead. Yes, she was worried.

“Can I get you anything, Andrew? You look… dead.” Her tone dropped to a low murmur as she spoke to him, her other palm rubbing at the tense muscles in her neck; her entire body seemed otherwise stiffened. “Also, I won’t take no for an answer.”

Andrew furrowed his eyebrows together, giving a weak laugh. He did not mean to worry people. He watched Victoria carefully,knowing she was worried. He hated pity, as he had too much pride for it. He shook his head, holding up a hand. He did not wish to be a burden, but he knew at the same time, resistance was dangerous. Simply, he would deny help, at the same time without saying no. He stood up, carefully keeping his balance.

"Don't worry about it," he reassured.

Andrew made his way over to his desk, placing his hand on the edge as not to fall. He grabbed something from within the desk, giving a sharp chuckle. Fortunately, he had something to help. Past his lips went a liquid he kept in a bottle. It was clear, much like water. After about five minutes, he began to gain color. What he had taken was something for blood loss. He never did care for the metallic taste of blood, so he had found a substitute to help. He had only ever used it once before when preforming surgery on himself due to all the blood he had lost. He made his way back to sit down, then cleared his throat.

"All better," he said in a cheerful tone.

Victoria pursed her lips as her eyes – now released from their crimson color into a faded jade – narrowed down at the comforter beneath her as if it had been the cause of everything today. As Andrew’s words hit, they hit wrong; akin to ill-played keys on a piano. Her jaw clenched as her temples began to throb and her body raked up and down with momentary tremors. “I hate what you do.” she drawled with a razor-sharp edge in her words against Andrew’s cheer.

Her lissom fingers began to work off the black jacket as she slid under the soft covers to rest against the wall of the plush headboard. Her nails began to comb through the velvety showcase pillow while her head lolled against her shoulder lifelessly. Not once since her arrival had she fully fed herself, so Victoria had always been running on low. A muffled vibration rang against the bed in short, repeated tones. After two or three rings, the female’s hand clamped around the phone that was in her pocket to pull it out and read the message that had been sent.

“Come here, dumm, stolze dämon,” she requested with a sigh as she adjusted herself to lay on her palms and knees, prowling over behind Andrew and wrapping one arm around his stomach and draping the other over his good arm. Now comfortable by his prolonged absence, her cheek pressed against the top of his head slightly. A hesitant motion. Was Andrew as amiable to her as he was then?

Andrew tilted his head with a chuckle. So he was hated for what he did. It brought a smile to his face, really. Not that he was mocking Victoria, it was just that he found some humor out of it because most people would plain out say, 'I hate you'. Seems she has some morals, which is a good thing.

"Well," he chuckled, "A lot of people do. You'll just have to get used to it. Just. Like. Them."

Andrew leaned back a bit, raising an eyebrow as he heard a phone go off. Instead of asking what it was, he figured it was none of his buisness. He then heard Victoria give her next words, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Stupid, yet proud? He had been called worse. He did not hesitate when he felt Victoria's embrace, he simply melted into it, like he had done before. Andrew closed his eyes, giving a light chuckle.

"What's with the sudden change in mood?" he inquired.

Andrew, unlike any other time, seemed to be vulnerable. He rested one hand on the arm Victoria had draped over his shoulder. He felt as if this was because he had attempted to repay her for saving Lewin from danger.

"If this is because of what just happened," he began to say, "Please don't."

“Them, huh?” she questioned outwardly while her fingers began to curl and uncurl his braids around her fingers. Although Victoria enjoyed the extravagances in life, she also sinfully marinated in the smaller details. Indolently, her plush lips began to feather kisses against the side, then the nape of his neck. The arm that rested upon his firm shoulder bent at the elbow as her palm covered his eyes, blocking out his eyesight; when people lost senses they’d become so used to, their others amplify.

As her cool touch remained above his eyes, perfectly molding her hand around his facial structure, Victoria’s lips moved away from his neck and closer to his ear, her voice a soft, dictated whisper. “No reason, just my envy for you kicking in a touch,” she answered as she breathed a laugh into his ear. “Though, this isn’t about earlier.”

Her words held a firm note as she tugged Andrew’s fine shoulder to lay him down on his back while she leaned down to watch his eyes; they were an alarming, albeit soothing, aquamarine. Without a single spell of hesitation, Victoria grazed her lips against Andrew’s momentarily while a pearly white grin overtook her smirk once more. “Plus, I didn’t exactly do much. That boy, Lewin Quinn had more of an effect on you than I did,” she stated nonchalantly.

Andrew's breath hitched within his throat in anticipation. He allowed his eyes to flutter to a close, giving a light gasp to the feeling of soft lips against his neck. After a moment or so, he felt a hand cover his eyes. He was curious as to what was going on, but he had no problem at the moment.

"Mind telling me what's on your mind?" he inquired.

Andrew then felt a force pull him down. He gave a sharp chuckle, not really minding. In all actuality, it intrigued him. He was never one for being submissive, but due to his current state, he had no choice. He sinply smirked, keeping his eyes closed.

"Dominant, are we?" he asked, "That's certainly attractive."

Andrew seemed to enjoy himself quite a bit. His muscles relaxed completely as he gave a sharp exhale. He felt Victoria's lips brush against his, but it seemed only for a brief moment. He gave a slight frown, then smirked.

"Such a tease," he muttered quietly.

“Honestly? You want to know what macabre thoughts wander inside my head?” Victoria’s voice had lilted into a sensual hum as her back arched itself in, akin to what a cat would do to stretch. Elegantly, Victoria draped her arms over his chest as she began to teethe and deepen the previous actions towards Andrew’s neck. Her raven black locks spilled past her shoulders and against Andrew’s skin in downy touches; her hair smelled of sweet, fresh lemons.

Andrew was right in his accusations; she was the dominant, teasing kind. His compliments like hot coals, this fed into Victoria’s confidence as her hands gripped his shirt loosely, slipping her lips away from his faintly reddened neck and back onto his saccharine, smooth lips in a heated, exotic kiss. “Someone’s got to, and since you’re crippled, I suppose I’ll take some time to please you,” she purred with a chuckle at the end.

Her hands slowly left his body to pull off her boots, the motions distracting her from the kiss more or less.

"Oh?" he chuckled, "Yes, I happen to be quite interest-."

Andrew's words were drowned out by a low gasp to the rather sensual feeling of Victoria's canines against his neck. His muscles tensed up in surprise as he seemed to be in a rather tranquill mood. He kept one eye opened partially, his breath staggering due to the feeling of ecstasy he recieved from Victoria's teasing touches. Before he had a chance to speak again, he felt Victoria's lips against his. He had no qualms with what was happening. Infact, he enjoyed it very much. As the two broke away to take a breath, he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Hey," he answered, "I'm injured. There's a difference. Though, what's with the sudden change in mood?"

Before he knew it, he felt another kiss. He noted it was a bit more shallow than the last one, due to the fact Victoria was a bit distracted. He gave a slight, mischievious smirk, returning the kiss with as much passion as he could offer at the moment. He had to admit, she wasn't that bad, even when distracted.

“You are personally the cause of my sudden change in mood,” she answered with a playful moan to his ear. Victoria’s verdant irises glanced over his facial features as they all correlated to a single emotion; ecstasy. A soft chuckle followed by a few, unintelligible words soon followed after as she shook out her hair and returned to the passionate kiss Andrew earnestly returned. Her smooth hands ran down his defined body and up underneath his shirt to lightly claw at his smooth, warm flesh.

Victoria’s breathing began to shallow itself and pick up in tempo as her canines nipped at her blonde’s lower lip, while her hands lifted his black shirt over and off his body. As her lips pulled away from his for a breath, her hands wound themselves around his torso as she lifted him to relax against the bed correctly while she climbed on top of him to straddle his hips with an impish smirk. “Plus, seeing you in such a vulnerable state is too tempting.”

Andrew raised an eyebrow. He changed her mood so quickly, but how? He gave a simple chuckle. He remembered she mentioned something about her envy kicking in. His lips curved into a rather seductive smile at the thought.

"Envy?" he said between breaths, "I highly doubt that is what fuels your desire."

Andrew gave a soft gasp to the feeling of Victoria's cool hands against his warm skin. A slight chill of pleasure ran down his spine as he gave a soft, inaudible moan. He felt something brush against his lower lip. Unlike most with such an opprotunity, he kept his mouth shut. Before he could blink, he felt the black shirt he was wearing slip off of his torso.

"H-hey," he gasped out.

As Victoria moved him, Andrew followed. He then felt the petite woman straddle against his waist. A smirk adorned his face quite nicely as he looked up to see her impish smirk. Simply, he put his hands above his head, raising an eyebrow.

"Möchten sie lieber spiele ich sklave?" he asked, "Would you rather I play slave? Of course, I wouldn't mind either way."

An ivory, perfect grin appeared as he accused her of what exactly fueled her desires. Victoria was an odd one; she found pleasure in dominating those she was attracted to, but she always relished in the dominance of a man towards her. Her eyes wandered off of his body and onto his chest and abdomen, admiring the perfection the demon carried. Her fingertips smoothed across Pride’s tattoo on his chest as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the now, overly-sensitive area of skin, her eyes drifting to a close. “You’re very vague with your answers. What do you want, Andrew?” she asked as her body sat itself back up with her hands pressed into his pectorals.

“Because you answering me in German is not helping your case,” she continued with a sultry purr as her eyes reopened once more, though to show a change in her irises; the color had become darker, much more aroused. As her hand gripped at his shirt, she placed it next to his head, leaving him open to place the shirt back on if he so wished. Victoria moved her fingers back to her flat stomach as her fingertips rubbed at the slight, gossamer scar across her right hipbone.

“ A moins que…vous ne voudriez pas rien…”

Andrew let a soft breath, feeling Victoria's hands wander against his chest. He proped himself onto his elbows carefully. Aqua blue met with green as he seemed to stare into her eyes. He would give a definite answer, but he had to think of how to word it. Simply, when she let her guard down, Andrew moved so he would be over Victoria. He let out a low chuckle, pressing his lips against her neck and giving an inaudible mutter. He then moved his lips carefully to Victoria's ear, running his tongue along the shell of her ear softly before answering.

"I could say I want you," he began to say, "But you don't seem so sure."

Andrew gave a simple smirk, moving up and kissing Victoria in a quick motion. He pulled away, licking his lips as his aqua eyes lit up in amusement. His hands remained at the sides, as he found it appropriate not to allow his hands to wander... yet.

"I shared what I want," he whispered in a husk voice, "Now, what do you want? Allow me to fulfill your primal desire."

Helplessly almost, a crooned moan breathed out between her shell-pink lips as his lips heated the area where he kissed, in an almost feverish degree. Hearing the tone in which Andrew spoke with sent a charge to every nerve within her body as she curled her hand around the back of his neck. As the blonde’s neutral lips touched her own to form an ecstatic feeling, her eyes closed and her body rolled up to fully press her upper body against his. “I’m positive that what I want…,” she hummed as she pulled Andrew back into the kiss he bitterly abandoned, “is you.”

Meticulously, her fingers began to sketch absent butterflies against the skin of his abdomen while her eyes reopened to gaze up into a reflective, sky blue pair. Victoria propped herself up onto her elbows to keep her face a few centimeters away from his, her cool, shallow breath touching against his throat. “And I doubt you want to be humbled in bed~”

Victoria’s hands slid further down until her fingernails grazed against the hemline of his pants, inspecting Andrew’s expression for any sign of change while she adjusted her hips side to side smoothly to bend her leg so her knee was between his legs.

Andrew chuckled as he heard a moan. He couldn't help but lean down and gently run his demonic fangs against the skin of her neck. After he felt Victoria's hand curl behind his neck to pull him in for another kiss, he returned it with no hesitation. Andrew felt something press against his chest, and he took note it was Victoria's rather ample chest. He licked his lips in amusement, moving his hands so they felt the lovely, curvy body of the female beneath him. He nodded to her answer, tilting his head.

"Oh?" he laughed, "Very well. I suppose I am your primal desire at the moment. Good."

Andrew gave a simple smirk, slipping his hand up Victoria's shirt to rest his hand on the small of her back. He then slowly moved his hand upward in an attempt to rid her of the clothing that shielded his eyes from such radiant beauty. He then broke away to examine what he would make his in only a few minutes.

"Beautiful," he remarked.

Andrew felt her fingers against the hemline of his pants. He simply grinned a bit, leaning down in a slow fashion. He gave a simple nod in approval, then pressed his lips to Victoria's in a rough, yet passionate kiss. He bit her lower lip in a soft manner, giving a smirk as he continued to allow his hands to roam her curvy body.

As rough as Victoria could be in such a moment, Victoria’s hands gripped at the pillow above her head while her head dropped back and a louder, more unrestrained moan belted out. As a familiar nickname – Andy – touched the tip of her tongue alongside the sensual, enticing groan, her eyes closed gradually and a shallow breath twisted as she wriggled her body back and forth to raise the shirt above her breasts, allowing Andrew to finish taking off the lavender colored shirt. “Great, actually,” she began as she deftly unlatched his pants and belt, shifting them off of his defined hips and down.

As her gaze settled upon the scantily clad, lean body that belonged to the blonde, her cheeks flushed with the faintest shade of summer roses as she licked her lips throughout the rough, sensuous kiss. A murmur bubbled out amid their lips as she sat up a little more to sit Andrew on his backside and to adjust herself to straddle his lap closely and aggressively, though minding his injury. “Fair warning, I’m possessive with debonair men…~”

Her fingernails began tracing the freshly ink-marred flesh of his pectoral as she swayed her hips against his side to side, merely enjoying the heat his body naturally emitted; it was intoxicating. Victoria brushed her hand through his hair as her nails massaged and teased his scalp, her voice whispering sweet nothings into his ear with a lukewarm breath. “Mm, this is mine~~”

As Victoria tugged his pants downward, Andrew assisted. He seemed to steady his breathing so it was shallow. He took his time to admire the fact that she was blushing. He leaned down to her ear, breathing softly.

"Like what you see?" he asked, "I know I do."

Andrew placed light kisses down the edge of her jaw before making his way back to her lips. As he did this, one hand came to massage one of Victoria's shoulders while slipping one of her bra straps down, as he latched the fingers of his other hand on the hemline of Victoria's pants. Andrew gave a quick pulling motion. Before he knew it, he found himself sitting upright again.

"Possessive?" he smirked, "Very hot."

Andrew gave an enjoyable chuckle to her next few actions. As he heard the many sweet nothings, he could only laugh and nod lightly in agreement. His expression was one that said, 'That's right'. He shuddered to the feeling of lukewarm breath against his ear, but at the same time, inhaled Victoria's intoxicating scent.

"Someone's eager," he joked.

“You like possessive women? I didn’t know~” Victoria teased as she professionally eased the kiss into a more aggressive state. Her tongue traced his mouth’s entrance smoothly as the black, satiny strap of her bra cascaded down her shoulder, the sight of her collarbone more prominent. The solid black, satin bra cradled her voluptuous chest well as she arched her back in to heighten the feeling of the shiver that crawled up her body.

As her gaze settled upon the scantily clad, lean body that belonged to the blonde, her cheeks flushed with the faintest shade of summer roses as she licked her lips throughout the rough, sensuous kiss. A murmur bubbled out amid their lips as she sat up a little more to sit Andrew on his backside and to adjust herself to straddle his lap closely and aggressively, though minding his injury. “I’m sure it’s a mutual thing, haha,” she playfully answered as she glanced down to remember what exactly she had worn as underwear that day; low-rise, lace, and black.

A primal, seductive growl possessed her voice as she laid him back and placed her palms on either side of his head, azure blue eyes reflected in her own verdant irises. Her body leaned itself down as her breasts pressed against his chest and her lips began to nibble and suck at the delicate skin of Andrew’s neck. After a minute of fondling Andrew’s upper body with her hands, her body slid down against his as her head propped up with a smirk. “Show me how good you are.”