Blossoms and Citrus

"I don't care what you call me," he speaks out, because honestly he doesn't. He doesn't care for himself as most do. Vanity is an alien term to this man, because the body he is in is a vessel to carry his mind to new places. If he could choose, he wouldn't have a name at all.

His thumbs run up and down slowly against her sides, his pointer fingers twitching softly against her skin, his curiosity beginning to consume him further.

"How odd~" She mused, and then closed her eyes again. She snuggled her body against him to make herself more comfortable. She found herself loving the way he felt pressed against her in this most bare and exposed sort of way. How interesting it was that he could make her feel so secure while being so vulnerable.

His fingers shiver and twitch slightly against her hips, her body making his react in a way that repulsed him... And drew him in at the very same time. He knew what he wanted to do. He knew what his body wanted him to do. That human act... That act of any being in general. For the longest time he thought he was above actions such as those... But she made him crave something that wasn't blood nor silence.

"...Angel I'm going to touch you." He breathes out in a whisper.

The young vampire took in his words, not moving or opening up her eyes. Her breath was stifled for only a moment, feeling a huge sense of excitement flood over her. That and something else. What that something else she couldn't quiet find a word for, but whatever it was... it felt right.

She nodded her head, giving him permission. She then let her fingers tenderly brush over the skin on his chest, shoulders, and then arms, her caress light and soothing.

Smiley holds her waist with one soft, moist hand and he traces his fingers down against her tender stomach with the other, down to the space on her abdomen, right above her womanhood. And then he gets a sudden thought in the very back of his mind that she may have intentions to kill or harm him in this humanistic state he's in... So he readies himself for an event such as that mentally, setting the thought to the side in his mind where he can reach it quickly if he must. Once that task is out of the way he allows himself to become consumed with the thought of this angel.

Taking in a steady inhale, he runs his hand down slowly between her legs and traces his fingertips over the seam of her womanhood, parting her tender pink flesh gingerly, and he runs his finger between the soft creases of her body. Smiley allows his mind focus on that, get drentched in that feeling, picturing what he's touching and then letting the image melt in his brain, plastering itself to the walls of his mind. He feels her body like braille, closing his eyes to read her body against his fingers, feeling that familiar sense of arousal stir in his stomach, just by touching her like this. He wants her to sing for him.

His personal choir of Angel~

Jenevieve smiled softly, keeping her eyes closed still. She let out an approving breathy little sigh, caressing his skin slightly as he touches her most private areas. While the water trickled down their bodies she felt a rush of exhilaration come over her. She loved the way his fingers explored her, gently yet curiously at the same time.

The vampire's finger runs steadily up along the seam of her womanhood and over her clitoris. He pinches it lightly between his pointer finger and thumb, rubbing it softly between his fingers. Deep withing the confines of his mind he remembers what kind of reaction movements like this cause on this tender piece of flesh the woman owns. He wonders if her reactions will be the same, and as he wonders this he squeezes his fingers around the tiny bundle of nerves with a bit more force.

Smiley's breath picks up slightly in his chest and he exhales slowly, his mind separating itself from his body, so his body can explore her's freely.

The vampire took in a deep quivery breath when he did this. She exhaled it out slowly, her hot breath against the skin of his neck.

She wasn't the loudest of lovers, and even though she didn't react much vocally, her body tensed and relaxed varying on the pressure and ways he'd touch her.

She curved her back some, parting her knees just a bit more to both prop herself and give him more access at the same time.

She too had to separate her mind from her body, her pride from her desire, thus allowing herself to completely embrace the moment, get lost in it's lulling hold.

One of her hands held onto his shoulder while the other continued to feel the muscles and groves of his torso and biceps.

Smiley slips his hand away from between her legs and rests it on her smooth waist once more. His brow furrows slightly, the water dripping slowly against the creases of his skin, and he slides his hands to hold her upper back gently. With careful ease he tilts her body back, rests her against the smooth, cool floor of the shower, and positions his own body over her's, his eyes bright and curious, but concentrated. His long, warm fingers trace and caress over her snowy white sides, his eyes and body hungry for her's.

His mouth waters in anticipation.

Jenevieve opened her red eyes and looked up at him, taking in his features; The way his purple eyes gazed into her's, the way his hair slicked to his face and the way the the water droplettes glided down his muscular body.

She was captivated by him. He was so unique and so different then any man she'd ever met before.

And yet there was something comfortable about him. Something that made the young vampire feel as if she was home and everything was right.

Smiley leans his dampened body back and spreads her ivory legs out more before him, letting her white canvas of skin expose a rosy pink wedge of flesh, beckoning him to touch. He looks over her body, taking in everything little thing she's hidden away from the world and he wonders if any other has seen her like this, in this state. He plays with the idea in his mind that he is the only one who has, that he's uncorking a bottle of finely aged wine made with virgin grapes, only ever caressed by the sun.

His hand runs steadily up the back of her thigh and he looks down into her eyes, pools of wine, and for once there is no smile on his face. For once not one readable emotion or expression. Not even a false one.

The young vampire could not stop looking at his face as she let him position and touch her as he pleased.

She wondered if this moment was real or if she had somehow slipped into a dream. She had often thought about how handsome this man was, and all though she believed in behaving proper, she had allowed her thoughts to do otherwise more than once.

And now the fantasy was unfolding before her.

Her cheeks were hot and her heart resounded in her chest as she stared back into his eyes, brimming amethysts concealing the thoughts and emotions of a most peculiar and complex man.

The vampire arches his lean body down and he rests his face against her soft stomach, his eyelashes blinking against her flesh slowly. He presses his ear to her belly and listens for nothing, his eyes opened, staring off the the side, letting his skin take in the feel of her. Smiley runs his fingers gently between the part of her legs and carefully eases his thumb into her body, pushing past the layers of her skin, into her womanhood, her warm inner flesh caresses his digit invitingly. His middle finger continues to rub against her clitoris, pressing and rubbing softly. His breath is gentle and humid against her stomach and the water makes little hollow thuds as it rains over his back.

Jenevieve closed her eyes and parted her plump, soft lips slightly as she enjoyed his touches and his presence.

Her cheeks turned and even more rosy color then before. She reached one hand down and rested it on his wet hair, letting her fingers gently caress the side of his head.

She felt her insides tighten around his intruding thumb in pleasure. It had been too long since she had last been with a man like this.

She took in another deep and wavery breath as she let him explore her so intimately.

Smiley's eyes widen slightly when her body reacts to his curious touches this way... The vampire likes it. It sends a small chill down his spine and he feels the pulse of a certain artery deep within his inner thigh. He feels jealous of his thumb. He wants more that what he's receiving, he wants more than what the digit of his hand is allowed to have. No this certainly will not do.

But he can't do that here. He could never do that in just a shower... Or at least not at the moment. He eases his thumb out of her womanhood steadily, feeling the tender flesh surrounding his digit kiss his thumb with its tensing muscles as he exits. Smiley leans forward to wrap his arms around her torso, pulling her back into his waist, and he gets to his feet with the woman in his arms. He walks their aroused bodies back into her room, his stomach turning steadily beneath his skin, pining to touch her in ways god itself would scowl at.

Smiley carries her out into the bedroom and sets her down gently on the bed, his eyes gazing lustfully over her body. His hands hand by his sides, his fingertips twitching softly every now and then, more so now than before. His manhood fails to be erect though now it is pinker than before, the blood in his body clearly flowing to it.

"Where are your scents?" he questions quickly, the words flitting off his lips and into the air.

The vampire woman let out a very soft and breathy moan when he pulled his digit out of her body. As soon as he picked her up in his arms she knew he was taking her to the bed.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing his neck gently. Her rosy lips were soft against his wet skin.

Her own snowy white hair trailed down her shoulders and back. Very rarely did people see her with her hair not pulled back in some way.

When he pulled back and asked the question, she couldn't help but furrow her brow in confusion.

"M-my what?" She asked, her voice breathy and lascivious as she gazed up at him with puzzled red eyes. She hadn't been expecting that.

"Perfume," He murmurs out, a hint of impatience in his voice. He can feel his body's pining stir and weave restlessly around and through his intestines, like an animal searching diligently for its prey. His tongue flicks against his lower lip for a split second.

Still a little restless herself, Jenevieve pointed to a small vanity in the corner of the room. Upon it were brushes, tins of powder, dark liners and crimson lipsticks. Also organized neatly with her things was a golden bottle of Cornubia Penhaligon`s perfume, a black bow tied around the orb like lid.

Smiley strides over to the dresser, his eyes searching over her beauty products until it spots the bottle of Cornubia Penhaligon. He closes his eyes and lifts the fragrance to his nose, taking in the scent of a deep and dark oriental floral fragrance, using heliotrope, citrus, and amber. The man appreciates the light flora scent and is very pleased with the flagrance's use of citrus, this particular odor standing out to him the most.

After taking a few savored whiffs of the scent he sets down the perfume and makes his way back over to Jene's soft bed, the sight of the nude angel taunting him with promises of pleasure, the artery in his inner thigh pulsing faster.

With a small grin resting on his lips, Smiley climbs onto the bed and over top of Jenevieve. He pushes her legs up with the tops of his thighs, his legs bent beneath him, and rests his hands on either side of her torso.

Jenevieve watched Smiley with intrigued glimmering eyes. How odd he was, his antics and the way his mind worked.

It was like a scattered puzzle with all the wrong pieces, and somehow still being able to come together to make a grotesque and yet captivating image.

Her hooded eyes met his own and she smiled up at him as he crawled onto the bed and over the top of her. She took deep breaths, her chest slowly rising and falling with each excited inhale and exhale.

How handsome he looked in this moment. Granted he was always handsome to her, but in this particular moment in time, with him gazing down at her with his always present smile, he was the most beautiful man on earth.

A quiet exhale escapes his lips as he looks down at her and he bends his back down, burrowing his nose and lips against the underside of her breast. He nibbles and licks her warm, moist flesh slowly, savoring her taste against his teeth and tongue. Her skin is sugar to him as his lips dance and his teeth nip. She feels like the smooth touch of marble with the soft, plush caress of silk. One of Smiley's masculine hands wraps around her waist while the other holds her shoulder and he sucks on her skin, as if draining her of thought, pushing her into pleasure.

One of the female vampire's hands ran through Smiley's wet hair after he bowed his head down and began tickling his lips against her chest. Her other hand moved up and rested over the hand he had placed on her shoulder.

She loved the way a man's hands felt. Strong, big, protective, powerful. At times she would admit she liked breaking that power, she liked tearing men down and proving herself even more strong then they were. A sadistic trait she wouldn't deny.

But in moments like this, she loved the feeling of being beneath a man. She loved knowing she could place herself in his care and he'd use his power to protect her and pleasure her.

Jenevieve couldn't bother herself to think of any consequences that this encounter would bring, or nothing really outside of the present, solitude moment in time. She was enjoying herself far too much for that.

His mouth massages and cups her breast, kneading her warm skin between his lips, rubbing his tongue up over her nipple to stimulate her, make her body react in such a way that he could feel said reaction between them, from him to her. Smiley moves his body up more so her legs part more around his body, propped up by his thighs, and he slips his arms under her shoulders to cup her head in his hands. His thighs push up roughly beneath her so he can feel the smooth skin of her womanhood against his body and he arches his neck down so his lips caress softly against her ear. He bites her earlobe between his canine teeth and whispers into her ear, his voice rather breathy,

"Call me B."

Jenevieve arched her back as he let his lips and tongue savor her flesh, her body reacting in all the appropriate ways. She held onto the bed coverings and closed her eyes, a smile on her thick lips.

No makeup graced her face. No ribbons tying her hair back. No clothing or laces covered her body. She was in her purest form, as exposed to him as she could be. Her white damp hair cascaded out on the pillow around her as she rolled her head from side to side slowly, not able to hold still from his touches and the way he made her feel.

"Mmmm B" She sighed out, anticipating his wonderful manhood to enter inside her, loving every little breath and movement he made. Her own breathing was still steadily picking up the more his body moved over her own. Her toes curled and uncurled, wiggling about from her restlessness and excitement.

Smiley can feel his eyes roll back slowly in his skull when her smooth voice graces his ears, sounding in his head like a gentle breeze rolling against the young night air. He shakes his head very slightly to try and concentrate, the power of his lust consuming him more and more, her sighing out that familiar letter only making him more ravenous for her body.

"Grab my hair," he whispers out, eager to recollect, to remember what this is like.