He grunts in approval of her words, and the sly look she gave. He glances over his shoulder, looking at the blood all around the two of them, as well as the healing slices on his rear end. The tired male rolls slowly off of her, over onto his back, next to her on the bed. At this point in time, adding to the blood already staining the sheets didn't purturb him. Sighing from both exhaustion and satisfaction, his mismatched eyes sweep the room, in addition to the stained bed. Instead, he makes a joke of it, <span style='color:#808080'>"You know.. we really should redecorate.."</span> he looks at her, <span style='color:#808080'>"How does red sound?"</span> His eyes catch sight of her blood stained paws, and with a twinkling in his eyes, he grasps her nearest hand and begins to lick and suck the blood, his blood, from her delicate fingers. All in the name of 'cleaning up'.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Zeva dear, I'd greatly appreciate for the Timestamp in the very first post of this thread to be changed to a few day's earlier.. Perhaps the 12th? That way, I'll be able to mention Nassor in a thread that I'm currently posting in. ^^ Thanks in advance, darling. xD</td></tr></table> <span style='color:gray'> Content in hearing her lover's wild and animalistic like grunting, a soft smile drew gently over thin, snowy white lips. Panting slowly, like Nassor, with both satisfaction and exhaustion, blood stained mits find their way to a low, charcoal grey waist, following the body movements as her lover rolls to the side. Cobalt gaze now also looking to the scarlet drenched sheets, the feline laughs slightly, thinking over her partner's suggestion to decorate. Small hand enveloped in large, ashen grey paws, a grin curls into polar white features, feeling a certain salmon tongue lap up the fresh, crimson liquid. Now, Odi found this rather unfair. Not only had he greedily drank her blood throughout their passionate sex, but now - he was lapping up her own? Tut tut. Grinning wickedly, delicate fingers were pulled away, and the naked feline rose to her knees, facing her lovers perfect, grey form. Luckily, having only been transformed no more than an hour ago, it would take Nassor's healing abilities a few days or two to kick in. Which meant, she had a rather wounded creature on her hands.. Perfect buttocks would need to be cared for, tended to. Just wait until the other tried to stand. Oh, the pain he'd be likely to feel. Directing a devilish wink at Nassor, Odi pulled him towards her, onto his side, gently. Leaning forwards, she began to lap up and suck at the perfect scarlet nector, pausing for a moment to return her thoughts on Nassor's idea. "Red, dear? A fine colour.. But, I wouldn't no where the walls ended and you began." A wicked smile curling into delicate features, it was clear that Odi intended for more of her partner's blood to be spilled. </span>
Allowing her to move him as she wished, as he really was in no position to argue - he was quite spent from their recent activities - Nassor slides an arm under a pillow, resting his head atop it. While she lapped at the wounds she inflicted on his backside, he let his gaze sweep over her frame while he rested. <span style='color:#808080'>"Ah, but then I'd be able to sneak up on you, wouldn't I?"</span> he murmurs playfully, referring to her comment. His tail flame flickers idily, as the male's free hand slides across the shredded duvet and sheets to touch her side. He couldn't help himself - while he knew he was too tired to take the lead in any further activities, he couldn't resist toying with her. Taking a deep breath, and on the exhale snuggling closer to the pillow his head rested upon and his arm laying underneath, Nassor smiles, <span style='color:#808080'>"Would it even be possible to sneak up on one such as you.. us?"</span> Remembering what had happened prior to their high energy love making, he, too, was now one of them. He grins, his fingertips still running along her side, <span style='color:#808080'>"So what's true about the tales? Garlic? Crucifixes? Sunlight? A stake through the heart?"</span> he was teasing again, but then, he did want answers. It'd be horrible to step outside into the sunlight and get fried, just like that. Or sprinkle a little garlic on a sandwich and never be heard from again. And perhaps, he should avoid helping anyone build a fence.
<span style='color:gray'> Fangs softly grazing over her lover's deep gashes, tongue lapping up the precious scarlet content, the odd kiss was placed randomly, but affectionately and accurately, every so often. Ears perked slightly at the intoxicating sound of her partner's deep voice, a small smile drew delicately over blood-tainted lips. Nassor certainly was a curious one. But then, who could blame him? For a female that he met a few hours ago, he had changed his whole lifestyle. Lifting her head and turning it slightly to one side to speak to the charcoal coloured male, salmon tongue quickly darted over her own lips - Odi snatching up the few mere droplets of blood that clung happily to them. "Well, my dear. As you well know, due to our time in the Tsupeon - sunlight is not a problem. And personally, I've never felt the need to eat garlic, anyway. I'm not entirely sure about most myths, to be honest.. But, we shall simply remain careful. Together." Lowering polar white features once more, teasing tongue began to lick at the raw wounds, curling and twisting erotically into each, thick gash. Although pain would most likely result in arousal within the alabaster feline, Odi made sure to manipulate her tongue gently. Nassor's wounds were fresh, and would remain sore, most likely for a few days. There was no need to cause him pain. Not yet, anyway.</span>
The male smiles at that. Not only the fact that enjoying the sun would not cause him a problem, but also that she'd used the term 'together'. Unless they suddenly decided to hate one another and live on opposite sides of the planet, they would be companions for eternity. The blood sliding from his wounds seems to never cease ebbing. Perhaps there was something in a vampire's bite to keep the blood flowing? She'd sliced him open with her claws, but was now licking at it. Would he ever heal? He was between awake and asleep at that point. He wanted to stay awake, but his body demanded sleep. Nassor couldn't fight the sleepiness that was washing over him - hormones produced after sex made men sleepy, and women energetic. Perhaps that was nature's way of letting the female run like hell away from a dozing male after being 'captured'. Either way, the charcoal male attempts to deprive himself of sleep. Curiosity was getting the better of him, and even though she may not have all the answers, he did want to find out those elusive answers. Together. <span style='color:#808080'>"How strong do the cravings get, love?"</span> He'd already experienced some of it. But he didn't know if that was simply due to his arousal that they were stronger. Right now, sleep was pulling him stronger than anything else.
<span style='color:gray'> Gaze lifting to rest on Nassor, a comfortable smile etched it's way silently into features. Charcoal body language showed that one thing was needed - sleep. Taking one last lick up along one thick gash, the naked feline lifts her head slowly and leans forward, planting a gentle kiss upon soft, ebony nose. Slipping quietly from the bed, gentle, cobalt gaze forever upon her lover, Odi took a quick trip to the bathroom - all the while calling back to the clearly sleepy Nassor. "I think it all depends on your mood, darling. Sometimes, like now, it's worse than others." Emerging from the bathroom before she had finished speaking, the banded feline slipped silently back to her bed. Another, pale blue towel resided within blood stained paws, and soon it was placed over one of Nassor's sides - immediately mopping up a thick layer of blood. Taking a hold of one large, grey paw, Odi tugged on her lover, pulling him up to a sitting position with rather a lot of effort. "Come on, my beloved. Up you get. Let's wrap this towel around your, and then - you're going to test out your bed, okay?" Smiling sheepishly, the feline thinking about her words, snowy white cheeks twinged a light shade of pinkie-red. Her 'beloved'. Now, she hadnÂ’t called him that before. Was it love? Could it possibly be after such a short amount of time? Maybe Nassor wouldn't noticed her bold words.. And only pick up on the way that you're mothering him. Mind teased in an annoying tone. But really, she wasn't mothering him. Simply taking care of the one she loved. No, her lover. No.. Sexual partner? Rather confused at her own thoughts, the banded femme simply waited for some form of response from the charcoal coloured male, whether verbal or physical.</span>
Bed? His bed? Ah yes, the one with his heavy duffel securely atop it. All the way over there? Would he make it? Well, he would try. Besides, she was insistent, and he wouldn't disobey. Not yet, anyway. There was a time and place to disobey, and when a clean bed was offered, over a dirty blood-soaked one, you didn't balk authority. <span style='color:#808080'>"Mmphf.."</span> he murmurs, grunting softly as he heaves himself to his feet, as she had already made him sit. One foot in front of the other. Nassor looks at her for a moment. He wouldn't question her choice of words, not now anyway. He was far too groggy. She would be the lucky one if he couldn't remember it at all, which was highly likely. The thing he did notice, however, was her caring nature. She didn't simply kick him out of her bed (however ruined it now was) or simply leave him there to rot. Reaching his bed, he leans over it and shoves his duffel to the floor. There wasn't anything breakable, so the mild thump that resulted as the heavy thing slid to the floor hardly bothered him. The grey male turns to his caretaker with a slow grin, <span style='color:#808080'>"Are you too energetic, or would you like to nap with me?"</span> A poetic choice of words would have to wait until he were lucid. He might've commented on her not only sucking his blood but also all the energy from him - but then all males blamed their female partners, so the joke would've been a cliche'd one. But the question was in earnest. He may not have his arms around her all throughout his nap, but he'd enjoy a warm body next to him.
<span style='color:gray'> Unsure whether or not she was pleased about the lack of comments from Nassor at her last remark, Odi shrugged it all off anyway. Her lover was tired, and now was no time to accuse him of not showering her with loving words after beautiful, passionate sex. Moving over to Nassor's bed quietly, arms slipping around grey waist to secure the ever so slightly blood-stained towel, Odi made sure that he would not then be ruining the second bed of the Dorm. Un-tucking the tightly packed sheets scruffily, and pulling them back, Odi then pushed her lover slowly back into the bed with a sneaky grin. Climbing onto the mattress after him, tones gentle and soothing, one palm pressed lightly against bare chest - pushing the ashen grey canine back against large, fluff pillows. "I'll keep you company, if that's what you're hinting at." Smiling softly, one banded arm was affectionately draped over well-toned chest, the other tucked up under head full of wild, cherry-black tresses. Cobalt gaze watching Nassor silently, it was clear that Odi had no need for sleep. But, she too, would appreciate the time to snuggle. It was more than likely, that when Nassor drifted off, she'd slip from his side, and perhaps clean the place up, or fix a meal for his awakening. Although the need for blood would nip at his taste buds, it was of course possible for the Vampiric fledgling to continue eating regular Pendragon meals. Even if the meat wasn't really cooked as much as it should be..</span>
