[PRP] Hands Down (Vespara & Regulus)

[Yayoi]

As soon as she told him to lead on he broke away, pulling her close as he wrapped an arm tightly around her shoulders. He didn’t want her to get away. But if she changed her mind that was perfectly fine too. He’d be a bit disappointed but he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want to do.

Leading her through the club they came up to a set of stairs where a bouncer with a clip board stood. Normally you would reserve a room ahead of time but if you flashed enough cash you could usually slid by. Reaching into his pocket as they approached Regulus planted the wad of cash into the bouncer’s hand and the big guy stepped aside and mumbled a room number.

Up the stairs they went. Entering a hallway lined with doors. It didn’t take long to find the room that the bouncer had indicated. And Regulus hurried them inside, closing the door behind them.

It was a large room, plush couches lined the walls and a silver tray sat next to one. An assortment of different bottles of alcohol were set up on it. The far wall was all glass and looked out over the dance floor, while they could see out no one could see in. The muffled drum of the music vibrates through the room. Regulus removed his jacket and hung it on a hook located by the door. He wouldn’t be needing that anytime soon. Taking her hand he moved to the couch where he flopped down, sinking into the plush cusions and pulling her down into his lap.

Uta

 

[Uta]

A private room... Their own private room.

The whole experience had been most intriguing to Vespara. The club was far larger than she'd first imagined, but then, about all she'd seen for any length of time was their table, part of the dancefloor, and a little bit of that wall. While she had cash to spare, and then some, she supposed it was a good thing they hadn't bet on those fighters from before... She would have never known about this if Regulus hadn't suggested it, and now that she was here, she was all the more grateful.

Her eyes swept over the room appreciatively. The beat of the bass was almost reminiscent to a heartbeat, and Vespara was certain hers would be running wild if she'd had one. The alcohol was a nice touch, but she didn't need any of that to relax. What she wanted was right next to her, slipping off his jacket, and looking damn fine without it. If she let her eyes drink in his figure, it couldn't be helped. He really was very handsome and attractive. He'd make a Daeva turn her head...

"So how long do we get this for?" She asked, curious. How many others had stolen their way into such rooms? And how many others had Regulus swept upstairs? Well, that didn't matter, and Vespara, quite frankly, didn't care. It was a passing thought and not something she was concerned about in the least. Right now, he was here with her, and that was exactly what she wanted.

When he pulled her down on his lap, Vespara went eagerly. This was much more her style -- and the first time they had any privacy since they'd bumped into one another. She wasn't about to let it go to waste. Instead, she pushed him back against that couch, turning around to straddle his hips, and face him. She bit her lower lip, eyes bright with interest and a new heat. "This is more like it, don't you think, carino?" She spoke, her words more feral and low. Leaning forward to capture him up in a kiss. She wanted her body pressed against him, wanted him like putty in her claws. She just wanted him.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

How or why Regulus knew about these rooms didn’t matter. Maybe he had taken other girls up here or maybe he had just seen other people do it. That was his own secret to keep and to be honest was not something he would ever divulge to Vespara. There was no need to.

“A few hours at least.” Reserving the room for the whole night got rather expensive and while Regulus had cash to burn it was still a bit out of his price range. But that was fine, if those few hours went well perhaps they could spend the whole night together another time in a not quite so club like setting. Maybe he’d take her back to his place who knew that was future home m’s problem. Right now all his attention was in the beautiful woman in his company.

As she straddled his lap his hands slid up her thighs, pushing her skirt up. His hands coming around to cup her a** and give it another squeeze. “Much better.” Yes, very much so. They were alone with no prying eyes or others to bother them. His lips captured again, Regulus drank her in. Greedily kissing her, running one hand up and down her back. ********, how has he gotten so lucky those few days ago bumping into her? She was hot, charming and single. That last part flabbergasted him. How could anyone pass this beauty by? There had to be something wrong with their heads. But oh well, their loss was his gain.

Uta

 

[Uta]

Vespara was pleased that they would get a few hours of time together. That was better than she'd expected, especially given the expense -- she'd need to make it up to him, or at least, ensure they didn't waste a minute of their time together. It wasn't like she could just bring him back to her place.... not without him being interrogated by her fathers. She didn't want to spook him too quickly, after all -- they had only just met.

Strangers though they still might be, Vespara wasn't shy, and had no intentions of turning coy now. Pressing herself against him, she savored his soft lips, his scent, and the feel of his body against hers. She pried his lips open with tongue, wanting to resume what they'd broken up earlier. His hands were strong, and felt good on her back. Her own hands began to explore. One slipped around his shoulders, caressing the nape of his neck with her claws; the other ran down his chest, before searching for the edge of his shirt. If her finger tips worked beneath the fabric, and started working their way up, to feel every dip and curve of his body, to feel his skin against the pads of her fingers, she couldn't be blamed. There was just something about him that Vespara craved.

None of her past beaus had ever really captured her interest--not like Regulus had. He might not be part of the Giovanni, and had no clan attachments--but that was just fine by her. Did it really matter where he came from? It certainly didn't to Vespara.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

His fingers worked their way beneath her shirt. Lightly running his claws over her soft skin, enjoying how it felt. Of course she was soft, Regulus had expected nothing less. Glad for any amount of time he could spend with her in such an intimate way. She wasn’t just some random girl, no. Vespara deserved to be worshipped slowly. He wanted to savor every inch of her if she would let him.

Regulus’ skin prickled lightly as her fingers found the edge of his shirt and worked their way up his chest. The muscles in his stomach fluttering still her touch. Their lips locked with one another’s. Tongues dancing and swirling in and out with each other. Breaking the kiss he began to kiss and n** along her jawline, down her soft, pale neck. Letting his tongue flick against her skin as he pulled her in close. Her scent filling his nose as he buried it in the curve of her beautiful neck.

They hand said anything in a while but no words were needed. His desire was clear and if she hadn’t picked up on it by now we’ll he would just have to try harder.

Holding onto her he shifted in his seat to the side, laying her down gently on the couch pulling her leg up against his hip as he continued to kiss her neck. Running his fingers along the outside of her thigh. Regulus stopped for a moment to sit up and pull his shirt off before he lowered himself against her, pressing her into the couch with his hands wn weight.

Uta

 

[Uta]

They might not have been talking, but they were having a very clear conversation. The way their tongues met one another, teasing, luring, tasting, it only heightened her pleasure. Her hand continued to move up that shirt, caressing his skin, relishing in the feel of his muscles, of the cut of his figure. Periodically she let the tips of her claws scrape down him, before the pads of her fingers returned to their ministrations. Like Regulus, she was in no hurry, no rush; she wanted to savor this precious time with him, and take her time getting to know him more intimately.

Vespara almost objected when their kiss broke up, but instead, she gave a small sigh, which turned into a murr, as he kissed her jawline and down her neck. A shiver shot up her spine, furthering the heat that drove her on. "Mmm, Regulus," she finally spoke, words more of a purr than anything. She liked his name on her lips, liked his body beneath her hands, and was certain she'd like everything to come.

When Regulus moved them so they were resting against that couch, her anticipation only grew. She was no fool. She wouldn't have come here if she wasn't interested in what a private room might allow. Her eyes drank in his form as he pulled off his shirt -- handsome was certainly an understatement. His body was even more impressive than she'd imagined. With her leg wrapped around his hip, she tightened her grip on him, pushing his body close. She pulled her skirt up more fully, allowing her a little more movement. Her hands ran up his sides, and down his back.

She could get used to this.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

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A few hours had passed.

Regulus found himself laying on the couch with Vespara on top of him. His claws running up and down her arm. His other arm wrapped tightly about her to keep her pressed close to his chest. Leaning down to place a kiss against her forehead.

He hadn’t planned on the night going this way but he was glad it had. Regulus felt closer to her than he had any other Letting out a small sigh be relaxed back into the plush cushions. Just enjoying the feeling of her small frame pressed against him. Both arms wrapping tight around her now as he buried his nose in her hair and breathed in her scent. Regulus just couldn’t get enough of her.

But what exactly did all this mean? Was it just a one time thing or were they heading for something a bit more permanent? It was hard to say. If was only their second date and already they had done more than what one would in a second date. But he couldn’t of helped it. Being attracted to Vespara the way he was he hadn’t been thinking clearly. What if this completely ruined things? He tried not to think of that. No, they would be fine. This just marked a new chapter in their slowly budding relationship.  

[Uta]

Things had certainly escalated quickly between Regulus and her. This certainly hadn't been what Vespara had planned to do this night, but when the opportunity presented itself, she ran with it, and then some. Settled in the afterglow, the bass of the music still reverberating through the walls of the room, she traced idle patterns upon Regulus' skin.

She was content, satisfied, and quite pleased. She had no regrets and while she was certain her family might have some unsavory things to say about her, if they ever found out, she didn't care. She was her own vampire, after all, and it wasn't as if she hadn't known exactly what she was getting into.

Of course, in that quiet, it was easy to think, to wonder. She hadn't exactly been coy or demure... some vampires simply enjoyed the hunt. Had she let herself get caught too soon? .... then again, if that's all he wanted, better to deal with the consequences sooner than find out later. Their relationship was new-- she didn't even know if he was interested in pursuing something serious, or if they were just having a bit of fun. What did he want? What did she want? ...or did any of that even matter?

Vespara wasn't going to let her self worry, or at least, that's what she told herself. The only thing she regret was that they'd likely have to pack up soon and at some point in the night, return back home. Well. Regulus had certainly given her plenty to remember, regardless of what came next.

"Feeling all right?" She finally asked, breaking the quiet that had settled over the two of them. She could move, if he wished; she knew some vampires weren't exactly keen on close contact or cuddling and putting him off wasn't something she wished to do. However, it did feel nice to be perched atop him, wrapped up in his arms. "You sure know how to show a girl a good time, carino," she added with a small, feral grin.

He absolutely, positively, did.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

As her voice broke through the silence his eyes slipped open just slightly. He was perfectly cause Brent to just lay there and enjoy the feel of her pressed up against him. They didn’t need words. Everything they could say had been said through action. He didn’t mind the close contact, Regulus even craved it honestly. “I am feeling perfectly fine.” He kissed her forehead again, a smile on his lips as he gave a little stretch of his body. Arms lifting over his head before they returned to wrap around her, adjusting how he was laying to make it a bit more comfortable for her.

“I suppose we’ll have to get up and go soon. Too bad. I quite like just laying here with you.” They could always go back to his place if she wanted to continue further. It was a bit of a walk but to get to curl up with her in his arms, in a bed, sounded like heaven to him right then. And maybe if she spent the rest of the night and day there with him he wouldn’t be opposed to that either.

Although her family would probably worry about her.

Running his claws through her long, mussed hair. “How are you feeling?” He was curious as to what was on her mind. Did she regret what they had done? From her smile and her body language it didn’t seem so to him. Vespara had seemed to enjoy herself immensely.

Uta

 

[Uta]

The second kiss to her forehead elicited a smile. He'd planted a few kisses on her head and forehead throughout the course of the evening, and she'd come to enjoy them. It might not be as intimate as a kiss to the lips, but it felt special, in a way. Maybe it was just because she was short, so it was the easiest thing to reach... but she did she rather like it when they appeared.

At his stretch, she took gross advantage of admiring his figure--the curve and dips of his muscles, his body on full display beneath her. My, but he really was attractive. If her eyes drank him in unabashedly, she couldn't be blamed. The dose of reality did have her nose crinkle in a moments displeasure -- she was comfortable, cozy, or at least as well as she could be in such a place. "I suppose we'll need to," she agreed, lowering her head so she could press her lips against his chest and offer a few kisses. "You make for a very comfortable pillow," she added, happy to snuggle all the closer against him when he resettled. She would absolutely have dragged him back to her place if she could but .... that came with complications.

Complications she wasn't really ready to hash out. She didn't need her fathers terrorizing him, or dragging him down to the catacombs, or who-knew-what. Usually her dates didn't last more than a first one, and those that did, were purely casual and distant. A little fun, but nothing that would ever have her consider dragging them back to the Giovanni mansion. Regulus was the first one to really capture and thus far hold her attention, even above the promotion she'd been granted. He was different, alluring, sexy, and fun. He was still a mystery she wanted to unravel, someone she wanted to know better and better with every passing moment.

She leaned her head into his touch, thoroughly happy to have his hands on her. She had absolutely no regrets, except, perhaps, that they were running out of time. She would have happily taken gross advantage of the night if they'd but the time. "I'm feeling good," she finally answered. "Very good, thanks to you. You've done it now, signore -- drinking and dancing might not cut it going forward." Her words were in jest, but there was a heat in those eyes.

It couldn't be helped. Given her lineage, given the thirst that ran deep in her blood, it was no surprise she was equally parched as her relations. Hopefully, Regulus had a strong constitution because if Vespara had her way, she'd be stealing him away on the regular.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

Regulus wasn’t ready for their night to end. He was quite content to just stay the way they were right then. He’d never fancied himself a fiddler or a smuggler but he just wanted her close. Her body held tight against his as they laid there enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies against the other. Cyan eyes lidded half way as he watched her lean into his touch. The male wanted more of that. Not that what they had done previously wasn’t amazing but the comfort she brought him was something her craved.

It was an odd feeling but one he wasn’t quite ready or had the attention to unpack right in that moment.

“The night is still rather young. If you are up for a bit of a walk we could always go back to my place and continue there.” If she’d prefer to call it an end to their night instead that was perfectly fine too. He wasn’t going to pressure her either way. Though her family might get a little heated if she came back too late or not even till the next night. If he let her leave that was. Now he was afraid that perhaps the offer might have been a bad idea. If he got her ther it would be hard to let her leave.

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “Oh? Well then I guess I will just have to get more creative.” But he was glad she was feeling good. Very good in fact. He had tried his best to make it as pleasurable for her as he could, paying attention to the sounds she made and changing course if it didn’t seem to be working. But it had been rather easy and there was little adjusting he had to do. Which also kind of stroked his ego just a tiny bit.

Uta

 

[Uta]

Regulus had every reason to feel smug. He'd proven to be excellent company, and had known all but made her sing. It had been fun, getting to know what he liked, and getting feel, hear, and see his body respond in kind. She had wanted to get to know him better, and the night had not been a disappointment in that department. It felt good to be nestled in his arms, to have their bodies entwined like so-- and it would be incredibly difficult to part ways.

She couldn't stop from smiling when he mentioned returning to his place. Oh, what a delight that would be. Of course, she did have to consider her family. Would Vinny notice if she stayed out late? Would Claudius? They knew she was headed out tonight and wouldn't be expecting her for some time. One night out wouldn't be the end of the world... would it?

Well.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

"If it's not an imposition, bello," she stated, turning her head to give the palm of his hand a kiss. "I don't know about you, but I'm not quite ready to call it a night." A long walk wouldn't bother her, but it was ultimately up to Regulus. She didn't want him to feel stifled, but she had had a nice time and wasn't eager to part ways. He made it easy to want to stay. Perhaps it was just the allurement of a new romance, or perhaps it was just the afterglow, but he certainly made her feel things she'd never with any other.

"Maybe," she mused with a saucy grin. "Then again, if you run out of ideas, I'm certainly not against repeat performances." This time she gave a languid stretch against him, before tightening her hold on him. She knew they'd need to get up, get dressed, and get out...but she was loathe to part. Just another minute or two more...

Vespara let her eyes trail over him, admiring her handy work of kisses, love bites, and scratches. "I dare say I look good on you, carino." And if she looked a little smug, it couldn't be helped. She'd certainly been lucky asking him for his help earlier that week. Veery lucky indeed.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

Regulus had expected her to pass on going back to his place. Surely she would worry about what he family might think if she went home super late or even the next night. The male didn’t want her to get an ear full when she went home but he also didn’t want to let her go. His arms tightening around her, feeling her body shift as she stretched. Vespara’s soft skin rubbing against his lit another fire in his belly. This was nice. So very nice.

“Well then. We should probably get up and get dressed so we can hoof it back that way.” He could feel excitement welling up inside of him. She wanted to continue where they would be leaving off here at the club. He wanted to spend as much time as close to her as he could.

He grinned. Cocking an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t want you to get bored of me that easily by too many repeat performances.” A chuckle rumbled in his chest, eyes bright as he placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face up. Capturing her lips for just one more kiss. “You make it so hard to want to move though.” It was true. The urge to let her go just wasn’t there. He would have to keep her close to him while they made the trek back to his place. He would try to cut the trip a little short by leading her the quickest way he knew however. Anything to have her in his arms pressed up against him the quickest.

Uta

 

[Uta]

Vespara was a determined creature, and much like her father Vinny, wasn't usually prone to worrying. While she had her own fears and concerns, they had nothing to do with her fathers being upset with her, family judgment, or spending more time with Regulus. She was well old enough to be her own vampire, to make her own choices, and just because she hadn't gotten seriously involved with anyone in her Clan didn't mean she had to be treated delicately. Her only concern was the possibility Vinny, or in particular Claudius, causing trouble for Reggie... but she wouldn't stand for that, either.

It wasn't as if she had just hatched yesterday, after all. So it was, Vespara was ready to show a little independence. She liked Regulus, she had no other plans, and it wasn't as if she didn't put her all into her studies and duties for the Clan. One night wouldn't be the end of the world. Besides, it was always better to beg forgiveness than ask permission -- and she wanted to spend more time with the handsome, dark-haired stranger.

Vespara leaned into that kiss, reaching up so she could gently cup his face in her hands. She caressed his cheeks, and his temples, before threading her hair through his fingers, drawing out the kiss, and his closeness. Alas...they would need to leave... but at least she had something new to anticipate. "I'd keep you right where you are if I could. Maybe give you a little repeat performance of my own," she grinned, slowly sliding herself up so she could sit upon his hips once more. Oh, how easy it would be to rile him up again, to feel his body respond to her.... but they'd need to wait. "Maybe once we get to your place, si?"

One more little kiss to his chest, and Vespara grudgingly pulled herself off and away. "The good news is, I'll be all yours once we get across town." Regulus wasn't the only one eager to remain close. Practically from the first, she'd felt drawn to the tall stranger. It was lust, certainly, but it also felt different than previous encounters. There was something there, an actual, genuine interest ... and that was very new for Vespara.

She could only hope to keep him interested, and she'd do what she could to keep seeing him. Hopefully, he wouldn't find himself disinterested. Maybe she was moving too fast, but wasn't that the way of the world? Hadn't her fathers had a whirlwind romance? .... was that what this was? A romance? Or just a dalliance? It occurred to her she didn't know what Reggie might want, but maybe they didn't have to talk about it.

She wouldn't bring it up, at least. For now, she'd just enjoy herself. Whatever happened, happened... but in this moment, right here, right now, she had him, and that was all that mattered.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

Regulus chuckled. Amusement in his eyes as she talked about giving him her own repeat performance. He would certainly enjoy that, but of course that would have to wait just a little longer. All the more reason to hurry up and get dressed so they could leave for his place. He enjoyed the thought of her being all his once more. The male had learned a lot about her body after their time in this room above the club and he wanted to make her feel just as good again.

When she pulled away he frowned lightly. The spac where she had been felt empty, there was just too much open air for his liking. But that could all be resolved. He just had to get up. Once she was clear he soon sat up, glancing about to figure out where all his clothes had been tossed about. He found his pants first, getting to his feet and grabbing them from where they lay crumpled on the floor and slid them on. His shirt was next, boots then jacket. That was easy enough. Thankfully nothing had been flinched behind a couch in their rush to get out of their clothes.

He slipped his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he watched her father he own clothes and put them on. Watching her with a hunger in his eyes. He couldn’t help but let his gaze roam over her form, the curves of her body, the flush on her cheeks that still lingered. In his mind he thought about all the things he could do to her, with her.

Their relationship had certainly moved to a whole other level tonight. But he didn’t want to dwell on exactly what it meant. Vespara was a beautiful woman and he was lucky to have run into her at the shop. Very lucky. Even more so that she wanted to see him again. There was a warm affection there for her too. But this wasn’t his first relationship and he’d been burned before by moving too fast of making assumptions about a relationship that was completely wrong in the end. Regulus didn’t want that with her. He didn’t want her to feel rushed or pressured into anything. The Clanless male would take it at her own pace and just keep what he thought this might be to himself until she was ready to discuss it.

For now he would think about which way was the fastest to get back to his apartment. They would have to move at a fairly fast clip if they didn’t want to waste the rest of the night away. So he waited quietly as she got dressed, eyes still watching her as she moved about the room. Perhaps he had gotten a little too excited and just tossed every article of clothing she wore haphazardly. Lust had made him impatient and careless but could he really be blamed?

Uta