[PRP] A “Classy” Date (Rocky x Beau)

[Uta]

There that tail went again, and it started smacking the wall in its excitement -- but it didn't matter. He sucked in a breath at her assurance, and felt his body respond accordingly. A heat was bubbling up in him, but he knew they still had to get through this meal... or at least, this drink. His mouth went dry as her hand slid up his leg, and any thoughts he once had were promptly expelled.

..... why had he thought dinner first was a good idea? But it was what she'd asked for, being a classy woman and all. And yet, he knew what he wanted, and that was to have her back in bed. He was a beast, after all, and he had a new need for Rocky that he couldn't explain. It wasn't just that he wanted to bed someone-- he worked in a club, there was always someone willing if he really wanted it. But no one but Rocky had been in his thoughts, in his mind, and he'd had zero interest in taking up any of the propositions offered him since they'd met.

He wanted her, and her alone....

"Well then uh... where's that waiter?" He asked with a little laugh, glancing around, hoping they could at least place their order, or finish their drink. "Did anything look interesting to you?" He asked, glancing down at the menu like it was foreign. In fact, the words written were indeed foreign and Beau realized he had no idea what it even meant. The food was vampire specific -- everything was made from or of vitae. Chilled vitae in some sort of soup. Heated vitae in some sort of bisque. Some sort of gelled or coagulated vitae shaped into some sort of meal. But the words were all foreign and Beau wasn't known for his mad intelligence. He was a simple Gangrel, and fancy was way out of his league.

"I'll just uh... I'll get whatever you're having, if anything," he added. Yeah. That would work. Real smooth wasn't he? But he didn't want to look like a complete idiot in front of her -- not when he'd gotten her so many fancy chandeliers. He was already ahead and didn't want to risk it.

For a second time that night, his ears pricked slightly at her words. She nipped at his lip with her fangs, and he couldn't help but sight contently. She really was amazing. Just absolutely, utterly, perfect. "Promise?" He asked, letting the words slip out unabashedly. He grinned a feral smile at her, and reached a hand over to lace his fingers with hers. "If only I could be so lucky," he rumbled, not an ounce of jest in his words.

Maybe they just met, but Beau wasn't shy about expressing his interest. Whatever she wanted, Beau was ready to give and give, tenfold.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

There went the tail again. Thudding against the wall. It amused her and she wondered what other ways she could get that tail wagging. Rocky had a few ideas but she would have to wait until after dinner to test them out. But test them out she would.

When he asked her if anything looked good to her she couldn’t help the wide, fanged grin that spread across her lips. Placing her chin in her hand as she watched him fumble about with the menu. “You.” Of course he looked good. He looked damn good. Cleaned up or scruffy Beau cut a figure that would make anyone suck in a breath just looking at him. But of course she knew he meant the food. Glancing down at the menu for a moment she gave a little shrug. “I am afraid I can’t read these fancy languages so maybe we can ask the waiter.” Surely the waiter at least knew what some of those words were. In all honesty Rocky barely even knew how to read common but she had made it this far with little tricks that helped her. Thankfully no one had ever asked her to read from a book.

As he laced his fingers with hers she gave his hand a little squeeze, rubbing her thumb against the side of his hand. “Cross my heart and hope to…..well. I suppose that little phrase doesn’t quite work in this situation since I am already dead.” Rocky laughed. Shaking her head just a bit.

Uta

 

[Uta]

Her response had him look up quickly, before a large smile crossed his features. She certainly had a way with words, and he found he enjoyed her forwardness. He liked that her interest matched his own, and didn't leave him guessing on what she wanted. Beau wasn't always the most clever of vampires, and subtlety didn't always work with him. Thankfully, Rocky was anything but that.

He was glad when she admitted she didn't know what it said or meant, either. "You know," he mused, letting his finger run up and down hers. "We could just finish the wine. Scare up a bite elsewhere." He didn't want to leave if she wanted to stay -- but given neither of them knew what the hell this place even served, he wasn't sure it was something either of them would even enjoy. Besides, Beau liked his meals the old-fashioned way... herding his prey and rounding them up like the good boy he was.

"Could go back to my place, or find somewhere else to kick it." Any money he saved here could always get them a room somewhere else, if his own apartment wasn't worthy. Besides which, this place looked like it was one of those restaurants that would take hours before you finished. And that was all time he could spend better with Rocky.

He didn't want her thinking he wasn't interested in getting to know her. His draw wasn't just physical lust and need...but. This place wasn't really his style, and he wasn't sure it was hers, either. Maybe he'd been mistaken and this place wasn't quite up to snuff for her. Hopefully she wouldn't hold it against him. At least the wine was good...

Beau took her hand, letting his lips kiss those fingers, and then her palm, and wrist. "But we can stay too, if you'd like. I just missed you." And that was the truth. He missed her kisses, her scent, the feel of her body against him, her fingers through his hair or her claws on his back.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

Oh good. They were on the same page. But of course they were, Rocky had no doubt that he was just as eager to get out of here and to someplace a bit more private. She had wanted that since the second she had seen him that night. s**t, probably even before that. The days leading up to their ‘fancy date’ had been a small bit of torture. Having to stop herself from going back to the club, lurking about and seeing if she could catch his eye. Or better yet, catch any little floozy who made eyes at him and skin them alive. That had been a surprise to her, that she could have those kinds of thoughts about any male. Perhaps it was just something residual left over from that unpleasant time.

Leaning in a little closer she bit her bottom lip, eyes flashing in the dim light. “I think you’ve just read my mind.” While this place was nice and fancy, and she appreciated his effort to impress her, Rocky felt out of sorts in such a place. It was too prim, too proper. Definitely not a place where you would see Gangrel milling about. Their clan was wild, feral, no this place rather more suited Toreador or even Ventrue. Which she was pretty sure who were giving them the stink eye when the pair of them wandered in.

A tingle shot up her arm as he kissed her fingers and her hand. The hair on the back of her neck standing up in a good way as a mild shiver ran through her. Yea, she was ready to go. “You’re place sounds fine if it’s not too far.” Rocky could wait, the walk wouldn’t do anything to calm her down though. The anticipation would only make it worse. Of his apartment was too far there were a few places nearby they could hit up that she knew about.

Lifting his hand to her lips she ran her tongue roughly against his finger tips, sucking on one finger for only a moment before flashing him a smile. “Unless you really want to stay and order something. I mean, when’s the next time you might actually be able to try what they have?”

Uta

 

[Uta]

The relief he felt when Rocky seemed to agree was palpable. The tension he hadn't realized he'd been holding in his shoulders relaxed, and his blue and brown eyes lit with new pleasure.

If Beau had been on the fence at all (he hadn't been), her tongue against his finger tips made him lose his absolute mind. The shock of feeling that jolted up his arm and down his middle almost made him visibly twitch. Every hair stood up on his body, and he could hardly think.

Nope. Food wasn't at all on his mind. "Nah. I like my meals fresh anyway," he added, trying to control himself. Honestly, he would have loved to just push her back on a table and have his way.... but this wasn't one of those joints. He could be feral as he pleased later, when they weren't in such a posh environment.

"Let's get out of here." He wasn't even going to wait for the waiter to return.

Fishing his wallet out of his back pocket, he threw down a handful of bills, more than enough to cover the bottle of wine. He downed his glass of wine, and waited to see if she wanted to finish hers. The bottle had been purchased, and even if it hadn't been, the amount of money he left would have covered it. There was still plenty left, so he was more than happy to bring it with them. Maybe they'd need to wet their tongues a little later.

"Shall we?" He asked, offering Rocky his free hand to help her rise. "My place isn't far. Just across from the Sin Bin." Not too far a walk at all, thank goodness... and farther from the haughty vampires on this side of town.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

“You read my mind.” Rocky practically purred as she took his hand and rose to her feet. Pulling him in close and wrapping his arm about her shoulders. An arm sliding around his waist so she could press herself into his side. She had certainly not had food in mind at any point in this evening and she would be glad once they got out of here and found themselves at his place. Grinning as he grabbed the bottle of wine. Might as well.

Her other hand sliding up his chest, fingers fanning out to dig claws lightly into his shirt. She wanted it off as soon as possible. To feel his muscular body pressed against her’s. “Ready when you are.” She drew a circle on his chest with a claw before leaning up to kiss his ear.

“You did a really nice job showing this lady a classy time.” She whispered in his ear. “I’m really grateful for the effort and all the chandeliers.” Rocky’s voice was low and silky as a pure rumbled in her throat. “But the best part of tonight is yet to come and I’ll show you just how grateful I am.” She was and she would. No one had ever gone out of their way to show her such a good time. And while the classy dinner part of their date hadn’t quite panned out Rocky had had a good time. Mostly because he was there.

Uta

 

[Uta]

Yes, this was good. Very good. Very, very, good. Beau was delighted to have Rocky back against him, tucked against his side. She felt like she belonged there, especially with her arm encircled about his waist. It was damn difficult to avoid simply scooping her up in his arms again, but the restaurant was crowded. He'd have her in his arms in no time...

They just needed to get back to his place.

The kiss of upon his ear once again caused his few braincells to fizzle out completely. The whisper of her words, the little purr in her voice, and the closeness of her lips against his ear had him focused only on her and her body's close proximity. His grip around her shoulders tightened, as did his pants, but that really couldn't be helped. Did she know the effect she had on him? Surely, she must. He didn't exactly hide his feelings or desires.... but the walk back wouldn't be too far, just a few blocks.

"Anything for you," he finally spoke, words absolutely genuine and sincere. She'd wanted something classy, he'd pulled out all the stops. Whatever else she asked of him, he'd give, whole heartedly. Beau was here to please, and he wanted to please her, in any way he could. He turned his head to steal a quick kiss against her cheek before he lead her out of the restaurant.

He lead them back the way they had came, keeping his free arm about her as they walked. He moved at a quick clip, but did pause now and then to push her up against a wall and steal a kiss or two. He couldn't help it. He craved her closeness, and while it slowed up their return to his apartment, it was nice to remind himself that she was still there. He had to make up for lost time, after all.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

Rocky enjoyed their closeness. She craved it as she craved him. The heat of his body pressed up against her’s was a comfort she was rarely afforded. His arm wrapped around her shoulders drawing her in close and keeping her there made her feel safe and protected. What she did to him was probably comparable to what he did to her. It was hard to explain but she didn’t need words to show him how she really felt. Actions always spoke louder than words or so the saying went.

As they finally left the restaurant her excitement and anticipation grew as they wandered back the way they had come. It was a brisk pace but one she could easily keep up with. The faster they got to his apartment the faster they could be together more intimately.But he kept stopping to push her up against a wall, stealing kisses from her before they continued on. And if she so happened to do the same to him well it could not be helped. Her skin felt as if it was on fire with each kiss he took and every kiss she gave to him.

Gold eyes shining with amusement as he pushed her up against a wall again. “You know, we’ll never get anywhere if we keep stopping like this.” Rocky chuckled, not that she minded. She could drink in his kisses all day if he let her. And maybe this time she might stick around for a bit longer. The last time they had been together they had spent quite a bit of time together but it hadn’t been enough for the Elder. She wanted to spend the rest of the night with him and perhaps spend the day wrapped up in his arms as they slept together. That would be bliss. But if he would rather she not stay that was fine as well. Though she would be a bit disappointed.

Uta

 

[Uta]

Beau honestly couldn't help himself. He stole another kiss from her, letting his tongue taste those lips like he hadn't kissed her just a block earlier. The feel of her body pressed against his, the way nothing else seemed to matter when she was wrapped in his arms... Nibbling on her lower lip, he gave a small smirk as he gazed fondly down at her.

"We're taking the scenic route," he chuckled, tracing his free hand down her side. "But I suppose you're right." With one last little kiss against her lips, he untangled himself and hurried along, arm still wrapped about her. There were other things they could be doing.

Just one more block, one more turn, one more street crossing.

Thankfully, it didn't take long to get to his place. The muffled-beat of the Sin Bin could be heard outside, and there was already a long crowd trying their luck to get into the place. Beau spared them no mind. The Pound Puppies apartments weren't the worst in the city, but given their penchant for shenanigans, weren't exactly a penthouse, either.

By the time he got to his room, his anticipation had only grown. He didn't care what she thought of the place -- it was just a room, and away from prying eyes. "Here we are," he greeted, opening the door to allow her in. Once she stepped in, he quickly shut the door and locked it -- he didn't need any of the pack snuffling around outside trying to get him to return to work or have a night out on the town.

His room wasn't exactly as plush as where Rocky had taken him, but it was cozy enough, if a touch on the spartan side. He had a large, plush couch; a two-person loveseat, and a small bar with various alcohol present. It was there that he set down on his newly procured bottle of fancy-a** wine. It was tidy enough, though there were claw marks found here and there, and some damage from when the gang got a bit wild. Ultimately, it was clear the place was made for cozy comfort, with a few pillows and nests of blankets settled on the various furniture and windowsills. Beau could well be a homebody when he had no where else to go.

"Did you want something to drink?" He asked, turning back towards her with a small tilt of his head. He had one thing and only one thing on his mind... but he could be polite. He wanted her comfortable, especially given what was in store the rest of the night.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

Rocky was glad once they had finally arrived. All the kissing had really lit a fire in her and she couldn’t wait until they had gotten off the street. When he opened the door she strolled right in, gold eyes sweeping across the room as she took in every little detail. To be honest it was exactly how she expected it to be. Gangrel weren’t know for fancy decor and a lot of the places she had stayed before were probably a lot worse.

When he asked if she wanted anything to drink Rocky instantly turned and sauntered up to him. Wrapping an arm around his neck and pressing her body against his. Gold eyes glowing as a feral smile parted her lips. She trailed a claw down his chest while biting her bottom lip. “I wouldn’t mind a drink from the tall drink of water standing right here.”

That’s what they were here for after all. A little after dinner dessert, even if they hadn’t actually had dinner before coming there. That was fine, they could always get something later if either of them got a bit peckish. But right now all she wanted was to wrap herself around him. Nibble on his ears and get that tag wagging furiously.

Uta

 

[Uta]

As Rocky approached, Rain's tail started its slow wag, giving away his interest and pleasure immediately. And when her arms slipped around his neck, and she trailed a claw down his chest, he couldn't help but suck in a small breath. Did she know how sexy she was? She had to know. And if so, how was it that she wasn't already wrapped up in someone's arms?

.... well, that was his gain.

His arms easily slid around her trim waist, keeping her pressed against him. One arm did slide down, hand caressing her a**, giving it a squeeze. Of course, she was a fair bit more petite and he did have to lean down a bit. Using his size to his advantage, in a fluid motion he scooped her up in his hold, having her settle on one arm under her thighs, and the other around her waist. This way he could lean back against the wall, and make it more comfortable for them both. It wasn't as if she were heavy, though like all vampires, she had surprising strength beneath her frame; but here, and now, she was easy to lift, and he did rather like her in his arms.

If she wanted to drink him in, he'd happily let her lap him up.

"Gods, you're beautiful," he stated, letting his gaze admire her unabashedly. And just as he had throughout their walk, he leaned over to capture those lips in a kiss. He wanted to savor those lips, to taste her, to enjoy the warmth of her mouth, and the weight of her body against him. Now that they were in his place, he didn't have to worry about propriety, or prying eyes. She was here, and he wanted to reacquaint himself with every inch of her.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

Rocky’s fluffy tail flicked back and forth as he bent down and then lifted her up into his arms before it wrapped around his leg. This was exactly where she had wanted to be since the night they last saw each other. The Elder had kept as busy as she could but the thought of his arms wrapped around her, holding her close to him kept creeping in and it had been all she could think of all night.

At his words she flashed him a fanged smile. If she had been able to blush she just might have. What was it about him that made her feel that way? Before if any male had talked to her like that she would have punched them in the arm and called them stupid but that violent desire didn’t hit her when he did it. He made her feel wanted. Let of the males she had run with didn’t see her the way he did. Beautiful. That was a word rarely used to describe her. Fierce, a wild card, unhinged; violent, tough, those were words she was used to. But beautiful?

When he kissed her she melted in his arms, a light purr rumbling in her throat as a hand came up to run claws lightly down the side of his face. Was this what she had wanted all along? It was easy to see that Beau wanted it, wanted her. But how long until the shiny newness of it would wear off? When he’d realize she wasn’t what he really wanted. Rocky wasn’t sure she could go trough that rejection again.

Her lips parted inviting his tongue into her mouth as she kissed him desperately, hungrily. She wasn’t used to this feeling of needing someone so badly she’d do just about anything to keep him. Be whatever he wanted her to be. Gods, she was pathetic is what she was.

Uta

 

[Uta]

Beau kissed Rocky ardently. When she parted her lips, he eagerly let his tongue slip past her teeth, pressing and flicking against her own, reacquainting himself with her taste. Her kisses were addicting, and Beau doubted he would ever tire of them. How could he? Ever since they'd parted ways, she'd lived in his thoughts... and now that she was here? He didn't want to let her go. Her claws against his face left a trail of fire in their wake. He gave a little muffled noise, tightening his hold on her. His hand about her waist toyed with the edge of her shirt, and he worked his fingers beneath the fabric so he might caress her skin. The pads of his fingers ran up her side, up to her shoulder, before dragging his nails down her back. She was soft, and warm, and utterly perfect.

He broke off his kiss so he could nuzzle her jawline, and press a few kisses against her chin, and then focused on her neck. He dragged his teeth against her, before sucking up a mark of claim upon her neck. Beau was glad she was there... and he was more than ready to make up lost time. He turned him, pressing her against the wall, pinning his body against her. He shifted his hold, encouraging her legs to wrap around his hips. He wanted to be closer... nearer.... wanted to feel every inch of her.

"Rocky," he growled her name, capturing her lips again in another rough and wanton kiss. "Want you." Another kiss, pressing his hips against her, tightening his hold upon heer. "Need you." And that was the truth -- there was no denying his interest, his lust, his desire. She drove him wild, and he loved it.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

She relished in his kisses, the nuzzles to her jaw line, the way his tongue played with her’s as she tasted his mouth. Running claws through his soft fluffy hair. Untying the ribbon that held his bangs out of his face. That was better. Even though she couldn’t see his eyes very well anymore he looked like the Beau that had captured her interest.

Gods why was this so good? How did she get so lucky as to run into a big ol’ soft lug like him? How had he not been snatched up? He was big, much bigger than her, strong, tough when he needed to be. Everything a Gangrel gal could look for in a guy. But there was also a softer side, a side that would wrap himself around her as they slept. Hold her in his arms and kiss her with such passion and need. He made her feel wanted, desired and she longed for that to last as long as she could make it last.

When he pushed her up against the wall she wrapped her legs around his waist. Crossing her legs at the ankles to hold him in place as he pressed his hips against her. Rocky’s fingers finding the edge of his shirt, sliding her fingers beneath the fabric and running her fingers along the dips and curves of his body. His need, his lust evident in his words that he managed to speak between kisses. He wanted her. He needed her. Part of her was on the fence about that. He fly knew these words, how they could be used to get what one wanted but when they came from Beau she believed him to be genuine.

Beau hadn’t lied to her yet and she found that she too had a burning need for him. To stay by his side, stay in his bed with him wrapped around her. She craved it, desired it immensely. “Beau….” Rocky whispered his name. “I need you, too.” It was te truth. Rocky did need him, desperately in fact. They were still mostly strangers but in the time they had spent together already she felt a pull, a draw to him that she couldn’t explain. She had thought maybe it was just a rebound thing but the more her mind focused on him the more it felt like it was something else.

Uta

 

[Uta]

Beau kept her pinned against that wall, letting his hips grind against hers as he let his hand slip further up her shirt. He wanted to touch her body, feel her bones against his, and find themselves entangled as they had been when they first met.

Thankfully for Rocky, Beau wasn't particularly known to be manipulative. He wasn't always the sharpest tool in the shed -- while he smart enough not to be labeled a himbo, he did have a little fluff-for-brains sometimes. Lying, manipulation, games of wits -- those sorts of things usually went well over his head. He was the sort of vampire who said what was on his mind and in his undead heart, without thinking much of consequence. So when he said he wanted and needed Rocky, he meant it with his very being. Perhaps she didn't know this about him yet, but with time, she would probably piece it together.

Beau was a big softy, for all that he could throw down with the best of them. He made a good meat shield, and took orders well. He was protective of those that he cared for, and lived simply -- but that was also meant he was single. Some vampires just didn't want someone like him... but that was fine for the Gangrel. He had his pack, and now, more importantly, he had Rocky. He wasn't one to think about the future, but he was grateful she was here now--and he did hop she'd come back time and time again.

His tail certainly wagged at her words, and he gave a little muffled moan against her neck. His one arm continued to support her beneath her legs, but his other had traced and caressed every hill and valley beneath her shirt. He kissed her neck, her throat, beneath her chin, her jawline; her captured her lips and kissed her deeply, savoring her taste as the heat within his belly grew. Unfortunately, they were both clothed, and the longer they were wrapped up against one another, the more frustrated he became.

The wall was nice, and he had ideas on how to use it to both their advantage -- but he couldn't with the fabric in the way. They'd need to revisit it later. Mid-kiss, he snaked his arm around her waist, and pulled her away from the wall. For Beau, she was easy to hold, and instead, he carried her over to his bedroom. It was a small thing, clothes scattered here and there; but the bed was his real investment -- plush, covered in blankets and pillows, like any good dog bed should be. Just because he could rough it like any wild Gangrel, Beau did like his comforts when he could have them.

Settling her on the edge of the bed, he helped her out of her shirt, before pushing her back so he could kiss down her throat, her neck, between her breasts, and down her stomach. He wanted her warmed up, wanted her to feel wanted.... wanted her to know that his desire was true.

Yayoi