Bar Stools

[First Lady Jocelyn]

"I am but a child to you both aren't I?" she finally asked managing only to nick her lip that time. She raised her gaze from the bottle to him as she suckled her lower lip on the right side as it slowly bled.  

[Amath Mortum]

"Little more than an infant," he replied slowly, grasping his cup and taking a sip of the blood within.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

With a childish move she stuck out her tongue at Amath. She was fully grown and certainly not a child in her proportions, let alone not an infant, but if that's how they thought of her then she was not needed among the company of them. Perhaps that's why her master continued to leave her alone for so long at a time. Loosing herself in thought she nearly forgot about the ancient beside her, and not her master. With a heavy sigh she polished off the bottle before eying his glass, she wouldn't dare, either he or her master would kill her for that transgression. Suppressing her still demanding thirst she tried to prey on her stronger wolf half to come out on top of it.  

[Amath Mortum]

Noticing her discomfort, Amath held the cup up, allowing it to float from his hand to where she sat. Leaning back, his eyes moved over her once more.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

"No, I can't." she said more than half tempted to grab the cup, remembering what he said about her service in the O.R. she was even less than tempted to take the cup and drink from where his lips had been. Changing the subject to distract herself she asked, "So what was wrong with my way of trying to save you?" her eyes however never left the glass.  

[Amath Mortum]

"Don't worry about it," he replied before motioning to the blood filled cup. "I insist. Drink. I can tell your blood lust has yet to be quenched."  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

"And I am but a child and need to learn to 'get over it', 'sides you owe me an answer." she said mockingly as she was about to take the glass when she began to chew on her lower lip partly out of dehydration and partly because her wolf was falling prey to the vampire and loosing quickly. This frustrated her, each time Wolfe was around the same thing happened as with this ancient, her vampire would struggle for the pole position and nearly every time win.  

[Amath Mortum]

Amath simply remained quiet as he placed the cup before her gently and leaned forward, running his claw along the table.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

"You know that's very distracting." she said as she placed her cold petite hand atop his stopping the sound emitting from his claws against the counter top.  

[Amath Mortum]

Amath stiffened lightly as her hand came in contact with his. Raising his gaze to her, his face bore an expression of question. "You're touching me," he stated.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

"And you irritated me, does my hand offend you?" she asked removing her hand as though she had stuck it in a fire. She had done it in all politeness as far as she had known. No wanting in her body was in line with pissing off the ancient before her, yet here she thought she had.  

[Wolfe Whitehorn]

As the night wore on the ancient vampire would awaken and slowly make for his way down the stairs, eyes casting off of every wall and surface before he found his fiance still in the presence of the other vampire. Shaking his head to the side swiftly he would begin to walk over to the pair, pulling his arms protectively around his love, then smirking as he looked over to the irritated expression on the face of the other vampire.

"So we've still got company, my dear?" He asked in a gentle purr as he licked over the back of her neck as a measurement of teasing her.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

Feeling his arms wrap around her she relaxed a measure, she knew her master from a mile a way and was glad he was awake at last. "Yes, I suppose we do." she said looking at the other ancient. At this rate her struggling wolf would never win, as she was now in the company of two of the oldest vampires in the history of the earth. Calm as she was, her heart would still give a jolt as his tongue came in contact with her neck. She closed her eyes and lolled her head to the other side as he did this. Allowing him to finish she cast a low glance to the floor as not to make eye contact with either of them.  

[Wolfe Whitehorn]

Upon her immediate response the ancient would lean in and take a bite into her neck, his fingers sliding down to her hips as he began to rub and hold her in his embrace, his eyes opening to stare over to the other vampire before he pulled her back a little further, drinking deeply for the first time in a very, very, long time.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

An exhausted sigh escaped her lips as he began to drink from her. How long had it been since the last time he did, she couldn't remember. Bringing her arms to close around his and hold them in place for a moment she closed her eyes hoping he wouldn't nearly drain her. She hated it when he did so, and the feelings that followed. She would be so tired she wouldn't even be able to walk or hardly talk.