Heirot

Mizuki's heart fluttered at his soft touch and her legs felt wobbely. What was going on? This was Soran right in front of her but--Mizuki fell into his sensual kiss, thinking about it made her panic. She didn't want to panic. She wanted to respond; feeling him in ways that made the young girls giggle behind their hands.

Soran glided forward against her, his warm chest touching hers through the thin gown she was wearing while he kissed her slowly. It was both frightening and incredible to be this close and open to her. His heart beat so hard that he wondered if Mizuki could hear it as well.

That was it, Mizuki's legs gave out from under her and she was completely at his mercy. She could only find the strength to cling to him for support and respond to him. She couldn't even fight back if she wanted to. Which she didn't. No, she wanted to stay here. She wanted to let this progress.

She wanted to---

She clung and responded to him desparately, like she couldn't get enough.

Soran shuddered as she touched him, pleasure thrilling through his body. His hand carressed her shoulder as he kissed her, until he craned his head to kiss the base of her ear and move slowly down her neck.

(ooc: it's all over.)

OOC: emora's gonna KILLLLL USSSSS...but I can't find the will to stoooop


Mizuki whimpered. That was it, she had no will anymore. She opened herself to him not thinking about any consequences. Only the here and now. She ran her hands down his back, ignoring the scarrs that marred his perfect flesh as if they weren't there. She felt firm perfection under her palms. Continusouly Mizuki had to cling to him for more support. Her legs just wouldn't obey her.

OOC: I won't kill you 'cause its about damn time this happened! lmao... go Soran!!

Soran felt Mizuki's weight fall further onto him, as if she could barely stand. He shifted a bit lower and lifted her by the hips like she weighed nothing. He carried her two steps forward to the wall and rested her back against it where she would find it easier to stand, pressing up to her sensually. His breath was slightly ragged, and he found it hard to compose a clear thought. His hands slid from her hips up along her sides, stopping just below her breasts, his eyes meeting hers.

Then a mental image shot through his consciousness like a bucket of cold water. A former colleague named Marx, crouching down over the helpless body of a woman who had already lost her family and was about to lose everything else. "You take the next street, Rhen. I'll catch up in a minute." The woman screamed in pain, her dead son lying dead next to her as she lost the only thing she had left besides her life.

Soran's lips froze and parted carefully from Mizuki's. All he had ever seen of physical love had been cruel and unwanted. Mizuki seemed like she could barely stand; did she want this? Did she understand what was happening? Or was he doing the same thing as Marx? He looked at her unreadably, moving his torso safely out of contact with hers, though his hands still supported her waist.

Passion. Raw passion. That was all she was aware of and wanted. But then he stopped, and completely froze. Mizuki was still in her daze and she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips against the hollow of his neck.

"What is it?" she asked but she looked completely preoccupied as she caressed him with her lips and body.

Soran almost moaned as she kissed his neck. It took all his willpower to let go of her, and one touch from her made him want to spiral back into her. "Mizuki," he breathed as she slid against him again. He closed his eyes and breathed into her hair, unable to think again.

She clung to him. She needed him. All corrhrent thought was washed away, her conscious was silent and not telling her to stop. This was right. Closing her eyes she wrapped her body around, asking him, begging him. "Soran..." she whispered his name softly against his ear before pressing her lips against the rim of his ear.

(ooc: Now you went and did it)

Soran's breath hitched as she went for his ears. If he had a weak point, that was it. He pulled her tighter, his hands massaging into her back.

A heavy knock came from the door downstairs. Niiightblaade! Yoohoo! Nightblade! shouted a familiar voice cheerfully from outside. It was Dralan, the eccentric old vampire whom they'd met several times before, though Soran had known him much longer. The rogue wondered what the heck that old man was doing here, but was too lost in sensation to care. He decided to let the old man think he wasn't home.

That call woke Mizuki up out of her daze. Blinking several times, Mizuki slide off of Soran and looked at him, both embarassed and guilty... but completely in love with him. her heart was still racing and her breath was short.

"There's...someone at the door...calling for you." she said breathlessly. She was willing though to completely ignore it.

Rai was curled up on her side, sleeping peacefully. She didn't hear the sound of someone banging on the door downstares and even if she had she was too tired to get out of bed to go check and see who it was. She sighed and hugged the fluffy covers to her with her blood crusted hands. Actually, there was blood pretty much everywhere on her bed since she had been put to bed with the blood still flowing fresh.

Soran had to focus to think about anything other than Mizuki as she pulled away and mumbled something about the door, which mostly went over his head.


"I know you're in there! Don't tell me you're hankering around with that lady friend of yours! ....Suure, take your time! The sun's almost up! ... Fine, you better come see me later, boy!"

Soran sighed into Mizuki's hair and looked at her. "Pushy old geezer," he said, his voice still aching with sensation from before. But at least he'd gotten the concentration he needed to cool himself off.

"SOOOOOORAN!" Dralan wasn't giving up.

"Will you see what he wants while I go to see Rai?" Soran asked her.

Mizuki, despite Soran's dissapointment, giggled and nodded. Although she had to throw a robe on. She suddenly felt naked. Mizuki was still feeling the heat from being so intament with Soran but she was capable of thinking clearly now and once she went downstairs and reached the door she opened it with a clear head.

She grinned pleasantly. "Yes?"