<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah glared at the blood in front of her, not trusting that a few pansy herbs could fend off a spell that was making her feel like shit. She snatched the glass from where it stood and downed it before she could talk herself out of it. The first thing she registered was that it didn't hurt anymore, she wasn't feeling great, but she wasn't in pain, score. It took a few minutes, but she was feeling better, not drunk, and she could feel her body working to stave off the relaxant, but it wasn't painful, it was almost normal. Good. <span style='color:purple'>"It's not that I don't like drinking, I just don't think my body likes eating spells that hit back,"</span> she muttered, taking a final swig from the glass and putting it in the sink next to her, filling the glass with water so the blood wouldn't dry and set. <span style='color:purple'>"Jeeze, don't know what you put in the drink, but I'm going to lie down before I fall off the counter,"</span> she said, hopping down and walking out of the kitchen.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<span style='color:green'>"i suppose that meansh i'm getting reacuainted with the floor now"</span>he said downing the last drop and sitting against the door like he had the night previous. <span style='color:green'>"still though, i try to be nisce, i get a mental bitchslap, i act cruel i get a bigger bishslap. what the heck doesh she want outa mea? she's da one who wanted da drink too."</span> He said, not realizing that he was speaking his thoughts. <span style='color:green'>" Maybe I should just try and leave, 'td be lesh of a burden on ush both. Oh well at leasht the drink worked goods. Beshides, I can't figure myshelf out when i'm around her, ish like i hate her, and like her at the shame time and can't dechide. What am i shupposhed to do about zthat?"</span> He then stopped talking to the floor and pulled out the book from his back jacket pocket. the cover was tattered and worn, but still quite durable. he began reading, but would not likely remember what he'd read the next morning. But still he read, and read, and read, until he eventually drifted off to sleep.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah was drifting off to sleep, mind wandering vaguely as it was wont to do in the hours of the morning. She heard Medivh pacing around the apartment for a while, then she heard him talking. For a moment she thought he had invited someone in, oh that would have sucked, but she didn't hear another voice. She sat up and listened closer. Ahh, and everything was illuminated. She quietly slipped out from beneath the covers, pulling on a sweatshirt, and peeked out around the corner at the end of the hall. He had stopped talking to himself, reading the book he had gotten earlier in the evening. Whatever he was reading, he didn't notice her watching him. She stood, frozen for a handful of minutes, before turning to go back to her room. She was going to turn the handle of the door and just go back in, but decided against it. Pacing down the hall once more she found him asleep, guess the drink knocked you out too. She crossed the length of the room to where he was lying down and curled up next to him, he could have asked for the bed, or the couch, or anything really, she hadn't meant to be a bitch, but he'd never asked, so she hadn't offered.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
The next eve he awoke at twilight to find a very shocking surprise laying next to him. He almost jumped, wondering if he'd done something to her the evening previous. He looked at her sleeping, her fur gently brushing against him, her easy breaths repeating quietly, she was simply beautiful. He silently lay next to her without moving, taking in her prescence with a quiet happiness. It was hard to believe that this creature who looked so delicate and peaceful, was the creature that had scentenced him to lead a second life. Slowly he began to inch his was back from her, no doubt she'd kill him, again, when she woke up. eventually he crouched and looked at her again. He gently laid his palm against her cheek and brushed some hair out of her face. he stayed like that for a moment before standing fully up and getting his clothing from the wash. She was still sleeping when he came back. instead of putting his jacket back on he layed it over her to act as a blanket. Hopefully that at least wouldn't get him killed. Satisfied with himself, He decided to address his hang over, and try and find some coffee. To his surprise he found a single bag of coffee grounds burried deep in her cupboards. He yanked it out and began brewing some. He doubted it would have much effect now that he was supposedly dead, but he had always like the taste. Black and bitter, kind of like him.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>She felt Medivh wake, a change in his breathing, it wasn't as slow as it had been before, but she didn't move, she couldn't be bothered. She felt him move away, leave, and then come back, when the jacket was placed over her she snuggled into it, and sighed. She was still trying to stave off waking, gods she was tired, right down to the bones, chances were very good that it was Medivh's remedy to her system trying to kill her via internal shredding. <span style='color:purple'>"It's alright,"</span> she said, eyes still shut. She knew that Medivh could hear her, and probably would have no idea to what she was referring to, but her head was so foggy, shit, it'd been ages since she'd been this tired.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
he turned around but didn't see her moving, though she had craddled herself in the jacket very nicely. <span style='color:green'>"perhaps she's not as bad as i thought,"</span> he smiled to himself watching her sleep. She was almost adorable curled in his jacket like that. He heard her words and for a moment wasn't sure what to make of them, but then decided that worrying had done him no good so far and that it was probably best if he poured her a glass as to not tempt death. He breathed in the fumes of the coffee and allowed it to sit in his lungs before breathing it back out. She looked exhausted, probably his fault, things usually where even if he didn't know it yet. He silently strode around the flat and decided that kitchen was still in somewhat of a mess and opted to clean what was left of it before she woke. He often wondered how he could sometimes be a complete slob, and then a total neat freak. So much had gone on the past two nights it was hard to keep track, and he did not like the coming of this Viet person one bit. He grumbled to himself and sauntered off to the shower after pouring himself another glass of coffee.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>The sound of running water pulled Leah back from sleep, she smelled coffee. When the hell had she bought coffee? Then she remembered that Em had bought it, being alive meant that her servant actually benefited from such things. She sat up, shrugging out of Medivh's coat and then placing it on the coffee table. She got to her feet and padded to the kitchen, hugging the tattered Janarden hoodie to her. The smell of coffee was beginning to make her nautious, shaking her head she opened the fridge and pulled out some more blood. She was running a bit lower than she would have liked, and made a mental note to stock up. Leah tilted her head back and took a swig, feeling much better, she forced herself to finish the bottle, maybe avoid anouther episode like the night she had med Medivh. Speaking of which, she walked over to the bathroom and tapped on the door, trying to get his attention. <span style='color:purple'>"Em's coming tomorrow night, I don't think she'll like you very much, anything you want to do before she gets here?"</span> she asked through the door.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> in the process of scrubbing his hair with conditioner when her heard her. He pondered the question for a moment. He knew exactly "who" he wanted to do, but as for "what" he had to do, he was a little short of knowing. He sighed to himself in thought, admitting inwardly, that where it up to him he'd be out of the black market already. But alas he was stuck in the most hospitable prison ever, with possibly the most gorgeous prison guard this side of Ramath. He rinsed himself, and began drying off when he answered her. <span style='color:green'>"I don't really have much to do this eve other than read, I expended my purpose for being here last night when I blew the old shop keep to cloud nine. I'd be more than happy to help you though with any tasks that have been bothering you. But speaking of you, does anyone ever tell you how adorable you are when you sleep?"</span> He clamped his hands over his mouth after that last part. where had that come from? He did his best to resist bashing his head in the wall since it would undoubtedly fail to kill him. When all this was said and done he'd have to go see a shrink at this rate! He finished drying and put his pants back on, but leaving the belts so that his pants where relatively loose on him, didn't feel like going through the effort of putting them on right now. He shook his one last time before opening the door and leaning against the door frame as to put himself maybe a couple inches apart from her with his arms crossed, and a grin on his face. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Truthfully, the few things that Leah had to do, she had been excused from on the grounds of Medivh's death, she had sort of wanted to check out one of the artists in the Market, but she got the vibe that the sort of 'art' she would be looking at wasn't exactly his cup of tea. She was adorable was she? She smirked from behind the door, if she remembered right there were only a handful of people that had even hinted that she was as such when she slept. Leah would wait until Medivh had come out to comment, for now she'd let him wallow in embarrassment, she'd heard the tone to his voice as he realized what he was saying, he hadn't meant to let it slip. When he was standing in front of her, posing almost, she stepped closer so she had to look up to talk to him. <span style='color:purple'>"I don't believe anyone has, though by the time most have seen me asleep we've already done the wicked dance, and trust me, adorable would not be what they are thinking,"</span> she said, smiling a little smile that hinted she was thinking devious thoughts of things that two or more could do in a darkened room.</span></div></td></tr></table></div>
He looked down at her with that cover up confident smirk he'd perfected over the ages, Only this time it was an honest one. <span style='color:green'>"no doubt, bella you've gotten rave reviews from almost every individual we've bumped into. But everything has two sides my dear, so while i may lack the images of you in dimly lit rooms, i find great happiness in being allowed to see the sweeter side of you. "</span> He could tell by the smile on her face the sort of thoughts that where running through her head, and he was thinking about how much he wouldn't mind re-enacting them. He couldn't find it in him to move, perhaps the sheer subtle attraction of the woman in a fitted T-shirt was what held him, or maybe it was because he couldn't look away from her eyes, but what ever it was it held him still. She was close to him again, and he could once again feel his heart racing. It wasn't fair, how could she have such an effect on him. " And speaking of beds, dare i ask what i did to deserve such a pleasant surprise when I woke up?" His grin growing a little wider.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>She placed and hand squarely in the center of Medivh's chest, almost as if she were to push him, but instead she ran it down so that the tip of her pointer finger grazed the very top of the scar that rushed down his abdomen. Up til then she'd been following her hand with her eyes, now she looked up. <span style='color:purple'>"You said a few things last night that made me realize I'd been neglectful, you had needed but ask,"</span> she said. <span style='color:purple'>"But don't think I did it out of pity, that would have been beneath both of us,"</span> she said, letting her hand slide lower before walking past him into the bathroom so she could, at the very least, shower.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
His breathing grew heavy and heated. As she ran her hands along him it took the entirety of his will not to take her right there. When the door closed behind him and he heard the sound of the water running he finally broke from his mould and he released a huge sigh from his torso. What had come over her? He didn't know but he was sure it was going to be the end of him at this rate. He pressed his hands against his scar where she had touched him. <span style='color:green'>Did that just really happen?</span> he wondered. He walked to the kitchen and dawned his jacket, shortly after buckling the belts back up. She still hadn't answered his other question but at this point he wasn't really thinking about that. He sighed whimsically and poured another glass of coffee and looked out the window. Two nights ago he would have never dreamed himself in such a situation. But what had he said that had changed her so thoroughly? He wracked his brain for the answers and felt the colour drain out of his face. She'd heard him mumbling yesterday before he'd passed out. But try as he might he could not remember what he had said to her. His only hope was that he didn't say anything to revealing about himself. He walked back over to the bathroom door and knocked again. <span style='color:green'>"By the way, did you have something you wanted to do tonight?</span>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah stood in the ice cold shower, she couldn't feel the temperature any more, so it didn't really matter, but just for kicks she tried turning the water just a little hotter, she hissed as it reacted with her skin, like an oil slick her skin bubbled and burned and rehealed, giving the effect of boiling water on her body, she turned the water back to near-freezing and let it all heal. She'd remember that for next time. She set herself to washing her hair and then her body, hearing Medivh's question. Sure there were a few things she wanted to do, but she didn't really take to the idea of doing them with Medivh around, politics and him weren't mixing all that great yet. She thought for a while, getting out of the shower and and drying her hair some. She still hadn't answered by the time she'd walked into her room, going through the closet and opting for some ratty jeans and a grey shirt with a musical score printed in black. <span style='color:purple'>"What I want to do, is lick down the length of your scars and bite that pretty little pulse at your neck,"</span> she said from where she stood, still thinking about it as she spoke, then deciding that was in fact exactly what she wanted to do.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
She walked out of the shower and the fur on the back of his neck stood on end. Something was different. Something about the way she walked in the room had his cock attempting to rip through his pants again. He could smell her. not her specifically, but the scent that oozed from her nether regions. His breathing grew heavy again. He quickly took a long gulp of coffee to buy himself time. Was she serious? like really serious? He couldn't take it anymore, he would just have to go by instinct. He spun around and was within breaths reach of her in a flash like she so often it seemed did to him. He put a hand against her cheek like he'd done while she'd slept and wrapped his arm around her waist. He leaned in and gently nibbled her ear before whispering in hushed tones all the things he'd do to her in a darkened room if, she meant it.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah was shocked to see him in front of her so quickly, she knew that she could pull of the 'speed of light' trick, but having it pulled on her for the first time in years was a little bit disarming to say the least. She let him wrap his arm around her, listening to him whisper. It made her breath come out in a thin sigh, one hand snaked high up on his back underneath his jacket, tracing phantom patterns between his shoulder blades, the other reached for his wrist, thumb firmly on the pulse that jumped just below the skin. <span style='color:purple'>"Mmm... can you live up to those promises?"</span> she whispered, equally hushed. She wasn't much one for talk when it came to sex, but then, she'd also had several centuries to perfect herself on such topics, at the moment however, what Medivh was suggesting was more than appealing, she just hoped he could back it up. Even on tip-toe she would have been to short to reach his face, she settled with just below his collar bone, laying a gentle kiss under the score of bone. Were he willing to bend some she could reach higher, more for her true goal of the moment.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
he could feel his pleasure mounting as she stroked his back and ran her thumb along his wrist. She didn't know how she did it but he could feel himself throbbing to the point of it being almost painful. She was good after all. Once kissed below his collar bone he couldn't help but release a moan of enjoyment. He began to nibble his way down the ear, which swiftly progressed to the nape of her neck. It was there he experienced something new. he slowly dragged one of his canines down from the nape to the side of her neck, and found an incredible urge to bite her. He fought the urge internally and decided that until given the okay, he wouldn't do anything to harsh. he let his teeth be replaced by his lips and kissing his way up to her mouth. He wanted her so bad. He would have given anything at that moment to tear her clothes off, But she was a proffesional, he wanted to see just how good she really was. <span style='color:green'>" Those promises...and more if you wish"</span> he managed to moan as he shifted his hand to stroke her back as well mirroring her movement on his.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>She felt hesitation in Medivh when he reached her neck, smirking, she bared more of her neck to him. But he didn't bite, brownie points for him there. She kissed him back gently at first, then a little rougher so he could feel the press of fangs. She would have gone further, but she felt him mirror her, she pulled back, he would have to come up with his own deal, using her right back at her was cheating. She gracefully slid down the line of his body, for the most part, out of his reach, she looked up and smiled defiantly at him, she ould be patient, she could take her time, hell, as far a she was concerned she had all of fucking eternity. Leah frowned at the belts and began to undo them. <span style='color:purple'>"Don't help me,"</span> she said, not even giving him enough time to help in the first place. Deftly threading the leather out of the buckle, he could stop her, but by no means was he allowed to help.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
As she pushed back from him he found himself thinking <span style='color:green'>"I thought all was fair in love and war?"</span>before being sucked down into the void of pleasure. As she worked hands down him as she slid, He moaned in gratitude while his throbbing member continued to beg for either of their attention. He could feel the full mass of him beginning to pulse as she looked up to him with that smile. A smile that had to pure look of defiant lust to it and that alone would have been enough to turn him on had he not been so already. She began to work with his belts and he his body was forced to release another moan of gratitude. He wanted to make her job easy so badly but she insisted on this painfully enjoyable form of torture. He straightened better so that he could tower over her and watch from a different but equally enjoyable position. SheÂ’d have her fun, and then heÂ’d have his.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah moved her fingers quickly, but for the most part it was a show, in all actuality it probably felt as though she was going torturously slow. So many frigginÂ’ belts, did he actually need them? She came down to the last two, she undid one with her hands once more, but she was shocked to see that, gasp, one belt was actually threaded through all the belt loops. She looked up at him watching her, and smiled wickedly, moving both hands to his hips, keeping the other belts out of the way she slipped the excess of the belt out from the loops with her tongue and tugged it free from the prong with her teeth. She made no move to undo the button or the zipper in his jeans, she ran her hands down, applying enough pressure that he could feel each point of her fingers through the denim as she traced them down the outside of his thighs, then the backs of his knees. She stopped, thinking for a second, then used the material of his jeans to pull herself up from the ground, tugging them down a little as she worked her way up, the side of her face passing over his groin briefly, still, she moved up, hands on either shoulder, shit, she really was too short for this she thought to herself, quite annoyed at her lack of height as far as this went. She started to move her hands down his back, over his shoulders, pushing the jacket with her wrists, heÂ’d have to help her by moving his arms a little at the very least.</span></div></td></tr></table></div>
