Fantasy RP The Enemy's Embrace (FaeWhisperer)

Isolde smiled, watching Nyx perch on the chair as she went to go change. She noticed the nest he was making and adding to every day and was happy that there was a chance for him to have a companion of the same species. She always felt bad that Nyx never had his own companion, but now things were changing and she was happy for him.

Once she was dressed, she made her way back downstairs and to the garage where she heard the car running.

Nyx ended up going back into her room.

"I'm ready...let's go!" She smiles, getting into the car and looking at Elijah. There were...slight memories in her mind about the first time they went into town. But the car always served as a subtle reminder of what happened that night. Not that she ever complained. "So are we just doing our normal errands?" She asked, unsure if had wanted to do anything else. "But if you'd like to keep it a surprise I can wait." Adding that, she buckled in and settled in her seat.

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They locked eyes briefly, and Elijah smiled warmly in return when she asked him if there was more that they were going to do. He had it in the back of his mind earlier when he had asked her if there had been anything in particular she had wished to do, but now for certain he knew where they would be going.

His witch friend Anne always held her coven’s ball at the end of the year, and that day was approaching fast. Earlier, he had managed to shoot off a text asking about it and if it would be alright for him and Isolde to attend. He was pleased to know that their presence was permitted considering the circumstances surrounding both of them right now. He figured it would be the least he could do for Isolde, since this town didn’t have much to do anyways.

“It is a surprise,” he mentioned next, as he buckled himself in after also getting into the car. It wasn’t long before he backed the car out of the garage and drove through the secured gates, beginning the long drive once more into town. He would be taking her to a local dress maker, and would have something custom tailored for Isolde to wear to the ball.

As they drove he couldn’t help but think back to that night, especially the first car ride with one another. He began to imagine the scent of her blood once more, and how it had practically tantalized him from the very beginning.
 
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Isolde nodded, excited for whatever he had in mind. There wasn’t a whole lot to do around the area they were in, especially with the town being so far out from where they stayed. So to hear that he had something different in mind was certainly exciting to say the least.

Not that she didn’t enjoy Elijah’s company. But she needed something to be surprised about.

Maybe that’s why she never fought her father on becoming a hunter. It always kept her on her toes, she never knew exactly how things were going to go. Sure, she could predict how a vampire was going to react, but it wasn’t always so consistent.

Take when she met Elijah for example. He’s the opposite of what a hunter would expect a vampire to act. That certainly caught her off guard, but she couldn’t help but admire his control. He even apologized the first time he bit her…or that’s what she thought she heard. Something along those lines. No vampire she grew up learning about would apologize for acting in a way that was in their nature.

Perhaps that’s why it was easier to see him as more than just a vampire. Because he never acted like the ones she spent her life hunting down. He acted human.

While she, on the other hand, was actually human.

With that thought she reached out with her left hand to turn on the radio. Silence was something that contributed to her downward spirals most of the time. So to stop herself from going down that rabbit hole a second time today, she needed music or something to fill the silence.
 
While Elijah continued to drive, suddenly the sky opened up and had begun to downpour. He looked up briefly towards the dark grey clouds that had been overcast throughout the entire day and he tsked softly to himself. “Probably should have double checked the weather…” rain right now meant for a cooler dip in the lake later on that evening. He wondered if Isolde would still be up for it, but he figured he’d ask her later.

He pulled off to the side of the road safely, since visibility was low, he didn’t want to risk it. He put the hazards on to the car and looked over at Isolde. “Rain shouldn’t last that long,” he mentioned next, listening to the static of the radio as the audio began to go in and out. “Are you doing alright?” He asked, hoping she wouldn’t be too uncomfortable because of the storm.
 
Isolde was slightly amused in the way he didn't seem to be entirely prepared for the weather. To be fair it was expected, at least from her. Though she didn't let that change her mind about going for a swim. They were going to get wet whether it rained or not if they went for a swim. So it really didn't matter. At least to her it didn't.

Though she would admit she was a bit surprised that he pulled over. Perhaps that was because her father never did nor did he let her pull over. He was always said it was because there could be a matter of life or death and there wasn't time to stop. But she could understand why Elijah would stop. To be safe. After all he could survive a potential car accident. While Isolde...not so much.

Turning to Elijah as he asked her if she was alright, she smiled, "Yes, Elijah. It's just rain." She huffed in amusement. "This isn't my first storm you know?"
 
Elijah gave a small chuckle, grinning ever so slightly. “Alright, you just seem a bit tense, you’re not afraid of lighting or thunder, are you?” He asked, and when he did lightning cracked across the sky and a deep bellow of thunder followed. It rattled the car, making the windows vibrate ever so slightly.

Elijah checked his phone, looking at the weather app. “Looks like we have about half an hour until it lightens up enough for us to drive,” he said as the rain continued to downpour. “If you get tired at all don’t worry about falling asleep, I’ll make sure to protect you love, rain or shine,” he added in, wondering what she thought about it.
 
"Quite the opposite, actually. I love thunderstorms." Isolde said, looking outside the window when she saw the flash of lightning. "I find them surprisingly comforting. No idea why though." She adds, her gaze fixated on the sky as she waited for another flash. It wasn't often she got to see a full storm. Even out on a hunt, she had to do the kill then return. That was it. But now? She could sit here and enjoy it.

Though her attention was brought back to Elijah as he spoke again, "I haven't been up that long dear, I think I'll be okay. Besides, I love thunderstorms too much to sleep this one out." She explains, "But I appreciate knowing you'll protect me no mater what." She leans over and plants a soft kiss to his cheek.

She was honestly half tempted to go and stand out in the rain. But she didn't want to get back into the car and bring water into his car. Lots of water into his car. Because she'd stand out there until the storm let out if she could. But watching the rain was just as good.
 
He couldn’t help but feel warm after she had planted a kiss on them, and he gave a soft smile in return. He looked at her while she began to watch the rain and he glanced at the back of the car. “If you want, I can open up the hatch of the boot, and we can sit back there.” he suggested. The hatch would act like a canopy while they would sit, watching the rain together.

Since the car was an suv / forerunner, he could lay the back seats down to give them more room too, if they so wished. Isolde would then see Elijah look for something and then when he found it, he brought it into view. “Always have an umbrella on hand,” he mentions now, looking at her.

“Hold on,” he told her and he got out of the car, pushing the umbrella handle up and out before he managed to get to the back, opening the hatch up. As he did the wind howled around him and whipped up his hair just a bit. He climbed towards the back seat, reaching around and using the handles to lay both seats down. He then looked at Isolde. “You want to climb back here?” He asked. Conveniently, he also had a blanket in the car too, with two travel pillows. This had been a recently new addition, and the blanket and pillow had originally been bought for Isolde’s comfort about a month ago, considering how long the rides were to and from town.
 
Isolde snapped her attention back to him as she heard him speak, "It's like you read my mind sometimes. It's so strange." She laughs before adding, "But yes, I would like to." She nodded. Though it wasn't exactly what she wanted to do, it was close enough. If it allowed her to look at the rain better, she'd take what she could get.

She watched him with amusement as he searched for something, then getting out of the car with the item he was looking for, an umbrella. The way the wind whipped his hair up caused her to let out a quiet giggle. It was sometimes amusing to see him so...undone compared to the normal demeanor he held. Though that was loosening overtime the more they spent together. But that didn't make the differences any less amusing.

When he asked if she wanted to climb to the back she wasted little to no time in doing so. She was rather excited and did not bother hiding it at all. To say she merely liked the rain was an understatement. So she eagerly climbed into the back and settled in with the blanket and a pillow. "Thank you!" She smiled, patting for him to sit next to her.
 
(Yes because he totally reads her mind… XD coughs it’s like..I’m reading her mind)

He watched her as she climbed to the back and he couldn’t them but feel amused at her. He knew what she wanted simply by seeing her practically yearning to stand out in the rain. But he was afraid of her catching a cold, so he knew the next best option. He wanted her to get as close as she was able to without catching some sickness.

Even if she did become sick he would mix his blood in with the medicine he would give her, so that she would heal faster from the said infection. He cared about her and her health way more than..well, probably herself. He had told her to not be that reckless and she had promised him she wouldn’t.

Sitting with her he wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and he leaned in close to her. “Comfortable?” He had asked, his eyes searching her face. He hoped she was at least. “When the rain quiets down we’ll start on heading into town again.” He promised her. He just wanted to be safe, to keep her safe. That was his main priority.
 
Isolde hummed in response, nodding her head as she leaned against him, "Very." Though she didn't really look at him, her gaze just focused on the rain. "I'm not in a rush to go into town. So don't stress too much about it." She mutters to him, tilting her head to look up at him. She really wasn't in a rush. Obviously so if she was willing to put it off for so long. But if it weren't for whatever Elijah had planned...she would've said fuck it and for them to just go back. She wanted to see what he had planned, so she was willing to stick it out.

"You know...I think Nyx found his own companion now. I noticed he's been building a nest in my room. That's good...I always felt bad having him so close to me and near me almost constantly back at the Guild. But he's always had the choice to go, yet he chose to stay. So I don't feel too bad about it. But I think it's good that he's found companionship in his own species." Isolde wasn't really expecting a response about it, she was mostly rambling. She truly was happy for Nyx. Plus, ravens typically mate for life. So at least they'll be together for the rest of their lives...

she shook those thoughts from her head as she was about to go down that rabbit hole again. "Anyways...things are looking up I guess, aren't they?"
 
Elijah had noticed the way she was distracted, not really looking at him. No matter, he’d rather have her enjoy her time out here, watching the rain than have her put all of her attention on him. And hearing that she was in no rush in going, he couldn’t help but crack a small smile in return. He figured just as much, so that’s why he had also done what he had done.

When she looked up at him and mentioned about Nyx, he listened and reached for her hand, his own squeezing hers. Hearing about the bird finding his own companion made something stir further within Elijah he couldn’t quite place. “I’m glad as well,” he began to mention, talking about Nyx still. When Isolde said that things were looking up, Elijah definitely hoped that would be the case. He didn’t want to think of his mother or brother— or her father, or anything that had to do with the plan. He had just wanted to abandon everything he had originally planned. He had wanted to just stay with Isolde as they were. But he knew from their previous conversation that she wanted to see this plan through.

And at some point he knew she was right, they had to see this plan through, or else they would always be hiding away, being chased. But he knew that wasn’t what he wanted for her either.

“Speaking of companionship…” Elijah started, looking at her beautiful face once more. “I’ve been wanting to…to continue courting you—I want you to be my girlfriend.” He said the word, but it hadn’t been familiar in his vocabulary. Courting her, that’s what he knew. But girlfriend was something that people of this day and age called it. He waited, hoping she would accept his wishes. They had been together for about two months now, so he only saw it as proper if that’s what they began to call their relationship.
 
Isolde smiles, squeezing his hand in return to him doing so. They were doing well, all three and maybe four of them. Now she wondered if Nyx would bring his companion back to the cabin at some point. Since the nest he was building was inside after all. Or would he just be out more with her? There was truly only one way to find out and that was going to take some time. But it would be worth the wait.

The only thing that wasn't quite as good was the whole situation that brought them here in the first place. She knew he no longer wanted her to be a part of it, but she had to. For herself and her relationship with her father. If she had any chance left of going back to him, this was her chance. To kill an Original and the witch responsible for them? That would certainly put her in his spotlight.

One would think she'd want anything but to be in her father's shadow, to instead get away from it the first chance she got. Especially now that she's having such a relationship with a vampire. But she just couldn't help but still want his approval. It was all she wanted after her mother died. For as far she remembered, her father was distant since that day she can't fully remember. All she briefly remembered was her father shouting and her mother screaming. Anything else was a blur. But for it to happen at a younger age...that was normal she always thought.

But as quickly as Isolde faded into her thoughts, she snapped back out when Elijah started speaking again. She tilted her head, curious to see where he was going with his words. His original phrasing was...slightly amusing. Sometimes she forgot how formal his vocabulary was majority of the time. Especially because she felt like maybe she was rubbing off on him in the way she spoke. Just a little perhaps, due to how much time they've spent together.

The question itself wasn't something she was expecting. Especially not now, not with how he was. She though that question would be asked somewhere...not in back of a SUV in the middle of a thunderstorm. Though she only took a moment to process it before giving him an answer.

Smiling, she gave his hand another small squeeze. "I would love to be your girlfriend, Elijah." She stretched upward so she's able to plant a gentle kiss on his lips, "More than anything." Surprisingly more than she would want to have her father's approval. Based on her track record of trying to impress him.
 
Elijah was relieved to say the least when she agreed to be his girlfriend. He looked a bit shy from her kiss, perhaps it wasn’t that though. He smiled softly, and squeezed her hand again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t plan it to be like this,” he admitted, shaking his head slightly. “It’s just…I was worried about not being able to have a chance to ask,” he told her honestly. And as he was speaking, thunder boomed around them once more, and lightning cracked across the sky yet again. The back of the suv rattled a bit, as the lightning was very close nearby.

He looked out at the rain, to which it didn’t seem it would stop any time soon. He moved to check his phone and looked at the weather report yet again. He sighed, upset that the weather was throwing a wrench into his plans. He could go ahead and start driving again, but he didn’t want to risk the chance of running into anything on the road due to the storm.

Turning his head back to Isolde, he gave her a peculiar look. “It looks like we actually will be here for quite some time,” he started, then asked, “So…would you want to stay here for the time being?” He asked, meaning the back of the car.
 
Isolde shook her head, "It's okay Elijah. I understand and I honestly don't mind how you asked. Sure, I didn't expect it knowing how you can be, but I really don't mind how it came up. You asked and I said yes, that's how it'd be regardless." She tried to reassure him, "We can have something more...to your liking when we get back if you want to." She added, figuring they'd have enough time getting back from either the town or the storm.

Though she couldn't help but poke a little at him about being worried currently, even though she knew what and why he was worried, "What are you even worried about right now? Think the storm is going to simply wash us away?" She teased, distracted by the situation so she jumped when the thunder boomed. Just like that her demeanor shifted, not into something scared but more of embarrassed that the thunder got the jump on her.

She tilted her head at his sigh when he looked at his phone, now curious. Perhaps the rain was not going to be getting any better with his expressions. "Still bad?" She asked, her tone slightly disappointed. She was truly looking forward to getting their errands out of the way. Stupid rain. As much as she loved it, it was a pain in the ass sometimes with plans. Even though they could technically drive, she understood why they weren't. Elijah seemed to not like taking risks when it came to a potential danger to her or her life. Despite understanding it did frustrate her a little. She could handle a drive in a storm, she's driven through them plenty of times.

But this wasn't all bad she thought. They could make the most out of this...right?

Rasing his brow at his question she couldn't help but flash a small smirk, "You mean in the back of the car right? I'd much rather be here than sitting in the front seat. You can't exactly do a whole lot, not enough room to do anything else other than sit." She figured that's what he meant, but with her track history she had to clarify.

(By her track history I mean mine...of misinterpreting/reading things...so now she canonically does that from time to time.)
 
He looked to her, knowing why he was worried. She was mortal, and he could lose her at any moment. But he knew she would want to die a mortal death, even though he was against it. He knew with this plan already in motion that there would be a chance that perhaps she would die, and he didn’t want to think about that.

And with the storm, he had wanted to drive to town so he could get her fitted for the upcoming ball, knowing she would enjoy picking out a dress, and that was his original surprise along asking her to be his girlfriend at the ball. But perhaps he had been anxious, not willing to wait this time. Although it was unlike him.

But those thoughts didn’t last long when Isolde managed to tease him, and then mentioned about the back of the car. He knew it had it’s purposes…

His eyes focused in on her face once more, and he uttered a small question, “Can you let me be selfish for a moment?” He had asked, although a bit suddenly. “I just…want to stay here with you in this moment for as long as I possibly can,” Elijah had admitted, moving his hands up to caress her face gently. He then leaned in and captured her lips with his, kissing her slowly at first but then began to pick up a bit more pace. As they kissed, more thunder rumbled and lightning cracked across the sky once again, the rain had turned into a torrential downpour.
 
Isolde hummed softly at his question, "You don't have to ask for something like that." She smiled, leaning into his touch. "If it's to stay in moments like this, it's not selfish at all. I will never complain." She mutters, her gaze dropping to his lips as he leaned in to close the distance.

She felt the way the pace began to pick up and returned it with her own sort of eagerness. She didn't jump at the lightning this time, distracted by Elijah with not a care about the rain anymore. Shifting herself around slightly, she moved herself to comfortably straddle him, pressing against him a little more than she normally would to avoid hitting the roof of the car. Even if she had the room, there was nothing wrong with being closer to the man she loved.

Breaking the kiss for just a moment she pulled back to look at him, "I know I want to have my mortal life, and my mortal death. But that doesn't mean I don't want to spend it with you. You're allowed to be selfish in such a way." She muttered, ghosting her finger along the right side of his jawline. She wanted him to know that she in no way had a problem with him wanting to hold onto things like this. "I could never say no to you just like that..." That was mostly true. She obviously said no to staying out of the plan and temporarily said no about becoming a vampire. But for the most part...

Shifting her thoughts to what was going on in the now, she pressed another kiss, a firmer one, against his lips. "I love you Elijah, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Whether I'm mortal or immortal." She mumbled in between kisses.
 
Elijah had happily accepted her straddling him, and he had placed his hands firmly around her waist, pressing her as close as he could to his body. He feared if he let her go, he wouldn’t have this chance again. How often did it rain like this, and how often would they get another moment like this?

He had listened to what she had told him, and been when she had resumed the kiss, mumbling those words— and ache grew in his heart that he knew he wouldn’t be able to ignore. “Isolde, my love…” he began to say in between kisses, his breaths became a bit quicker, “The day you experience a mortal death, so shall I-“ he broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, his hands squeezing her sides slightly. “If you do not wish to become immortal with me, then let me become human for you instead,” he told her next. He knew there was a cure, he could take it—no, he would take it, just so that he could live out the rest of his days with her by his side.

“Once we get through this first ordeal,” meaning the threat that loomed over him and Isolde both— Elijah had then raised a hand, caressing her cheek gently. His thumb ran over her cheek as he gazed into her eyes. “We can then live together and raise a family, if you so wish…” he gave a soft laugh at the thought, “And who knows, perhaps your father might like me more if I’m human again,” he said as a small joke, hoping he would make her laugh. But despite the conversation, the position they were in was still precarious— just like their first night together, and Elijah was…well, unfortunately hard from the way she was straddling him.
 
Isolde couldn't help but smile against his lips at the way he held onto her, another thing that told her just how much he wanted to treasure this moment like many of the others they've shared as of recent. But when he broke the kiss, talking about becoming mortal, she could help but frown slightly. It wasn't that she completely disagreed with him, but it did capture her off guard. She wasn't even aware that it was possible for him to become human. It just wasn't possible...was it? But here he was talking about becoming human. What an odd thing to say if it weren't true.

Studying his face for a moment she tried to see if he was just messing with her, but...he seems so sincere about it. Though she did huff in amusement at his joke, rolling her eyes before bringing her eyes to meet his. "Elijah..." She started, trying to ignore what she felt underneath her, "I don't want you to make a decision you might regret..." Her tone was quiet when she spoke this time, shy almost. For both of them, turning either mortal or immortal would be a big decision. But it felt like more of a bigger one for Elijah than it did for her. There was a part of her that thought she was merely something temporary to him in his immortal life. But to give it up for her? What if he changed his mind about how he felt about her and then didn't want to be human anymore? Would that be reversable?

The amount of questions running through her mind distracted her for a mere moment before she continued, "I just mean that...I would love to have those opportunities with you, to share that kind of life and all. But...there's more at stake for you if you were to become human. At least I think so. Can we just...take the whole mortality and immortality thing one step at a time?" She asked, not sure if this was how she wanted to have this conversation. Especially in the position they were in.
 
Elijah noted her being reserved, and how she had approached the topic, he figured perhaps this wasn’t the best way to speak on immortality/morality. His eyes seemed to soften more while she spoke and his hand on her back, grasped lightly at the shirt she had been wearing. “Of course love, we can take as much time as you need,” he murmured softly, he smiled gently at her, moving to capture her lips in another kiss, this time it was meant for reassuring.

He knew he wouldn’t regret anything with her, he wanted this, to be with her— in whatever way possible. He’d prefer to live out his days with her, but knew they would talk about that subject again when time permitted.

As for now…there were other…pressing matters they had to address. Elijah shifted slightly underneath her, his eyes trailing down her face and to her collarbone after he had pulled his lips away from her. His breathing seemed to quicken ever so slightly while his hearing focused in on her heartbeat, and the sound of her blood rushing through her veins. When he caught himself staring, he glanced away a bit shyly. “Forgive me,” he murmured out softly to Isolde. It had been some time since he had truly fed from her, mostly because he had become used to the real blood bags, and obviously did not wish to use Isolde as a food source— well, no more than she would let him— especially like earlier that morning. He had now seen her blood as a sweet treat, decadent and worth savouring.
 
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"Thank you, Elijah." Isolde said as he said they could take as much time as she needed before making any decisions. She didn't want to jump into all that at this very moment, especially with the fact that they wanted to savor these moments. Discussing mortality and immortality was a conversation that wasn't particularly...worth savoring. It was a harder conversation, as any decision made would be permanent and there could be regrets. She didn't want regrets.

When Elijah pulled away from the kiss, Isolde watched his gaze travel to her collarbone. Her heart started to beat faster out of anticipation like she was waiting for him to bite her and feed from her. But she couldn't help but chuckle at the way he shied away from looking at her. "It's okay..." she smiled, planting a short kiss to his lips. "You know all you have to do is ask..." She muttered, moving her hair to the side to reveal her neck to him as she leaned back slightly. Isolde never minded when he drank from her, she liked the feeling a lot more than she probably should as a hunter. But she knew how he felt about using her as a primary food source, so she never pressed him to feed from her.

It also seemed like he more so treated her blood as a treat rather than a food source. Which most likely played into how often those times would turn out...like how now was going.
 
Elijah squeezed her sides gently with his hands once more as she pulled back and gave him permission. He knew all he had to do was to ask, but he still had been reserved, even after all this time. His eyes trailed to the scars he had left behind and was tracing them soon with his fingers. "I know..." He murmured out to her softly, leaning her back towards him, nestling his head in the crook of her neck once more. His breath could be felt against her skin as his fangs pricked at her delicate skin, before piercing it once more. Once her blood welled up and flooded his mouth, he couldn't resist moaning. Her blood, he would never tire of.

Being with her, he would never tire of. He knew that.

As he held her to him, he deepened his bite and pressed himself more up against her while she straddled his lap. He couldn't help that her blood gave him such a reaction. It was inherently turning him on every single time no matter what, without fail. He knew he shouldn't have had such a reaction, and if Isolde told him to stop, he would.
 
Isolde tilted her head slightly as she felt his fingers tracing the scars he gave her, a chill shot down her spine at the feeling as the memory of how she got them flooded her mind. "Then stop being so shy about it..." She piped in before letting out a sharp gasp once his fangs pierced her skin.

There was always still that brief moment of pain when he first breaks through her skin. But just as quickly as it comes, a feeling of warmth becomes her focus and the pain goes.

She knew the effect her blood had on him, and while it turned him on when he drank from her it gave her a very similar reaction feeling him drink from her. Or perhaps it was his venom that had the effect on her, maybe it simply amplified it, she wasn't exactly sure. But what she did know is that it has some sort of effect on her from the very first time he drank from her. It just never occurred to her to ask him about it. Maybe one of these days she'll remember to.

Either way, as a feeling of warmth traveled through her body she couldn't help but press herself further against him. "Elijah..." She quietly whined his name as she tried to feel him closer. It also wouldn't sound like she had more to say. It was simply his name...nothing more.

Even with him already pulling her close. It was as if she just had to be as close to him as possible and as she would be doing that, she would also start to slowly grind her hips against his own.
 
He couldn’t help but be shy around her, and even though earlier in their relationship he had been a bit bolder, and not to mention he had promised her he would not hesitate any further on what he desired…it was just something about the way her blood made him feel— perhaps it had been wrong of him to feel such a way, and think such thoughts. Elijah was a man who was well put together, seemingly the perfect gentleman—

But one sight of Isolde’s collarbone… made him unravel into a shy, blushing (for a vampire’s standard’s) mess.

That begged the question then of how often did this man sleep with other women before he had met Isolde— and if he had the chance to savor the pleasures of lust and desire, just like he was doing now. But clearly, if he had— certainly he hadn’t enjoyed them the way he was currently.

He knew Isolde was special to him, and he held her close to his heart. Even if her blood brought out more lustful desires.

When Isolde began grinding against him, Elijah couldn’t help but moan, his fangs deepening their hold into her flesh. His breathing quickened and he pressed up against her while she moved. It was only briefly did he unlatch his fangs from her skin, pulling his head back to look at her, her blood staining his lips slightly, his eyes focusing in on her face. His hands that had gripped her sides were now meaning to move her shirt and jacket off. He wanted her now, and nothing was going to get in his way.

Even as the storm around them seemingly raged on— the wind rocking the vehicle slightly— but it was about to be rocked around by something else soon.
 
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Isolde liked - no - she loved the way her blood had this effect on Elijah. It was almost always amusing how he shied away at first. The contrast from the put together gentleman to this shy mess, maybe blushing but that was a hard one for her to notice. But there were certainly other ways she could tell the effects she had on him altogether.

The shyness for example was one and so was the fact that she could feel him beneath her, hard. Though that part was more from her than her blood, but the way her blood affected him certainly didn’t help.

To be honest with herself, she was a little curious about how often he slept with other women before her. But over time that curiosity sort of...died. In her mind, since she was mortal, she was simply a smaller part of his immortal life. Part of her was okay with that...but there was something inside her that thought about becoming immortal. A vampire. But the costs that would come with...she wasn't sure if she was fully willing to pay the price.

Why that was on her mind at that very moment, she couldn't say. Though her thoughts shifted back to the present when she felt his fangs dig deeper in her flesh. She let out a soft whine at the sensation, not wanting him to take them out just yet. The venom his bite put into her bloodstream made this much more enjoyable than one would expect it to be.

When he did pull away, she let out a small breath she was holding for just a moment.

At first, she was confused and stopped her movements, staring at his face. But when she felt his hands move to her jacket and shirt she couldn't help but smirk. "There's the man I know..." She said with a soft chuckle, bringing her lips to his. She could taste her own blood on his tongue, a while to her it simply tasted...well, like blood, she knew for him it was something...worth savoring.

Then, knowing what he wanted, she started to take off her jacket before removing her shirt to expose her chest.
 
As her chest was finally exposed, the cool air from the storm would hit her skin, chilling it— but the feeling of Elijah’s venom heating up her body in more ways than just one, certainly the feeling of the weather wouldn’t stop her from the advancements Elijah was beginning to make.

It was clear he desired her, and that he wanted more of her— and once her shirt was off his eyes began to trail down lower from her face to all the scars that now littered all over her body. Each one was mostly his doing, except one that had faded from long ago that Isolde had mentioned to him. But besides that, to what he could see — and couldn’t at the present moment, he knew each bite mark was from him.

Before meeting Isolde, he had always been put together— a proper gentleman, and respectful. But something about being with her for the first time up until now— he had started to unravel, started to become shy and unsure of things, hoping to not overstep or hurt her in any way. But on the other hand he was bold, brash, and knew exactly what he desired. The control he had previously was no longer there— Isolde had inadvertently changed him, whether she liked it or not.

He now realized that he did not ever want to go back to how things had been…even in their earlier talks about the plan and what he had her there for…he silently wished he could push it off, but knew that would not be fair to her in the slightest.

But besides thinking on that, he brought his eyes back up towards her face, his hands reaching for the clasp of her bra. “As lovely as this is, it is in the way of where I want to bite.” He tells her now, unclasping the bra and pulling it off of her. Elijah’s head dipped and his lips kissed over the scar he had left over the top of her left breast. He moved to bite into it again, holding and pressing her up against his mouth as he drank from her there once more. He moaned deeply, his fangs lengthening quite a bit while he enjoyed her sweet, decadent taste again.

He drank steadily, slowly pulling back and licking around the red, irritated puncture wounds. He licked up any trails of blood and pulled back. Leaning himself back, his hands reached the waistband of her pants, tugging slightly. “Can you help me remove these off of you love?” He asked sweetly, but his words were laced and dripping with desire. His eyes were hungry for her— and not just for her blood.
 
Despite the heat that flooded her body and mind, the moment her skin was exposed, Isolde felt the cool air hit her skin. The feeling sent a shiver down her spine, and she could feel goosebumps along her arms from the sensation. The contrast was almost...pleasurable. Though if that was something she were to admit out loud, she wasn’t sure.

She couldn’t help but smile at the way he looked over what he could see, particularly the scars that littered her body. All but one that were from him. Bringing one hand up to his face she gently tilted his head up so she would be able to lean in and kiss him, tasting her own blood faintly as he had been feeding from her faintly. While to her the taste was merely...metallic she knew that it was something else for Elijah.

Even if things weren't going in this direction now, she knew from the moment she first got here. Covered in her own blood from the fight she had just before her arrival. Then with the daggers, after that night she knew that there was something about her blood that had an effect on him. While she wouldn't have been to place it exactly, the way he slowly began to unravel from the put together gentleman to...this shy mess of a vampire, it was interesting nonetheless.

Though one thing she did notice was that Elijah always had this look in his eye, something that greatly contrasted the control he tried to hold on to. Yes, that was already hanging on by a loose thread but she could tell something was still there. Perhaps it was that fear of hurting her, as that seemed to be something he cared for deeply was her safety. But Isolde trusted him. If that night in the garage when even under werewolf venom he had such control to try and not hurt her was any indicator, she had no doubt that he would ever intend to cause harm to her.

He knew what he wanted, that she could say for sure. But what she wasn't sure of was if he would ever fully act on it. Neither was she sure on how to convince him of her trust in him. Yes, as human she was more vulnerable but that wouldn't change her mind anyways.

Bringing her attention back to him, feeling his hand reach for the clasp of her bra she pulled back from the kiss and moved her upper body back slightly so she could maneuver to fully take the undergarment off. Her lips part as she lets out a soft gasp at the cold air hitting her breasts for a moment before it was immediately replaced by the unexpected warmth of Elijah's lips. As a vampire that normally wouldn't be expected but in these moments it was not as unexpected.

As he bit down, Isolde let out a quietly cry but pressed herself up against him. She kept her hips in a slow but steady motion rocking against his as to not move too much. While she didn't mind the slight pain from the bite, it wouldn't be as pleasurable to irritate it further. Only makes the healing process worse.

Her right hand moved to slide up the back of his neck and into his hair, gripping onto the locks ever slightly to hold him in place, "f-fuck..." She moaned as the pleasure hit her body, his moans vibrating against her skin in a way that seemed to greatly compliment the effect of his vemon.

Feeling him begin to slow down, her grip loosened for when he would pull away. She couldn't help but smile when he did, cleaning up his mess like the gentleman he is. And as usual she could feel the bite, a slight throbbing pain lingered where the puncture marks were but eventually those would subside the moment her mind got focused...elsewhere.

Feeling his hands move to the waistband of her pants she leaned in, ghosting her lips over his before moving to plant kisses along the right side of his jaw. "Only if you catch up..." she teased, bringing both her hands to tug gently at the hem of his shirt before going to her pants to remove them.

It took some maneuvering, considering their position and where they were but the pants did come off and she resumed her kisses, moving them down to his collarbone. Every other kiss or so she would nip lightly at his skin, maybe testing the waters with that, but she was curious.
 
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