oom - In a room with Ivan

[lazy_but_loyal]

[Continued from here]

The room that Bar gives them is as efficient as any hotel room but not entirely dull to look at, because this is Pam, and she gets bored fast.

When Ivan opens the door, Pam stops on the threshold. He booked the room after all, so it's kind of his.

"You need to invite me in," she says, a hand on her hip. "It's a vampire thing."

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[vorpatril]

As she tightens, he goes over the edge, coming with a loud moan.

[lazy_but_loyal]

And with his orgasm comes a hot rush of blood into her mouth, sweetened by his arousal, a sweetness that only vampires can taste.

Her hand becomes still as she drinks and she lets his cock go. (Of course she aimed him away from herself the moment he came. She wasn't going to mess up her clothes.)

[vorpatril]

He gasps as he finishes off, feeling worn out and incredibly aware of her at his throat.

[lazy_but_loyal]

For a moment it seems as if Pam isn't going to stop.

But she does notice that Ivan has slowed down. So with a reluctant-sounding murmur, she pulls her mouth away from his throat.

[vorpatril]

He's not certain that he can manage actual words and ends up saying something that could possibly be French, its a thank you.

[lazy_but_loyal]

After licking his wounds as clean as possible (gotta get every last drop), she pricks her tongue on a fang. As her tongue bleeds, cool, thick, dark blood, she licks his wounds again.

She's not exactly sure what humans feel when their skin heals with vampire blood. Some have said that it tingles or tickles. Some don't even realize it's happened. She...doesn't really care?

But she did tell him that he wouldn't have any scars. And when she's done, the wounds have closed completely with no trace of them.

And then she gets up off of him. She straightens out her skirt and flips her hair over her shoulder.

"How're you feelin'?"

[vorpatril]

"Good,"

He's groggy, feeling like he's stayed up too late at night but happy.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She utters a breathy, purring chuckle at that, exposing her bloodstained fangs. She can still sense he's out of it.

"Need a little pick-me-up?" she says, feeling generous. "A tiny taste of vampire blood can set you to rights in a jiffy."

[vorpatril]

"Won't make me tell the truth like fast penta?"

That would be an odd side effect but it could happen. He doesn't talk in bed but need to be safe.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Like what?" she says, raising an eyebrow.

"It's kinda like a shot of caffeine. With adrenaline. And opiates. I dunno, that's what people say. Heals you from the inside, but leaves you a little loopy for a bit until it wears off."

She shrugs.

"You don't have to have it. You can just have a nap, drink plenty of water, and eat a steak."

[vorpatril]

"Truth drug, used in interrogations, hold other people's secrets. Caffeine could be good. You going to leave or stay?"

Does he need to be awake to please her?

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Oh, I'm leaving, honey. I don't do sleepovers."

She smiles. Toothily.

"And unless you're a blabbermouth to begin with, which I don't think you are, it won't make you say anything you don't want to."

Not with just a drop of vampire blood; a mouthful, maybe, but no human can have a mouthful and not go crazy.

[vorpatril]

He's coming a touch out of it and nods though that tingles,

"No, Mamere would kill me then Uncle Aral then Gregor then Simon then Miles. Smart of you, keep 'em happy and wanting. Well, not wanting but wanting more."

[lazy_but_loyal]

Oh, she knows what she's doing. Nice of him to notice.

"Mm, you'll get more, just not tonight," she says with a smirk.

She then delicately pricks the pad of her thumb on a fang. A small drop of dark blood oozes out, and she smears it over the inside of his bottom lip. It'll taste like, well, blood-- but overly rich with iron and almost sickly sweet. And the moment he tastes it, all his senses will revive and come back to normal, even a little sharper than before. It'll feel like the quickest remedy to a hangover.

[vorpatril]

Tasting blood is something he's done before, sparring is part of being in shape but this is more.

He doesn't fully sit up but automatically scans the room, "Damn."

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam retracts her fangs with a click.

"Groovy, ain't it?" she says wryly.

She ambles over to a mirror to fix her hair and her lipstick.

"Still best that you eat something and sleep it off. It was your first time, after all."

Heh.

[vorpatril]

He nods and pulls a handkerchief from a pocket to wipe himself, "Do they do room service here?"

This is not a time for going out in public.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She slips her jacket on and buttons it up.

"Those waitrats scamper up and down the hallways sometimes. Their service is pretty quick."

She would know, from keeping Jemma well-nourished.

[vorpatril]

He buttons himself up and sits, he's more awake but also aware of having less blood in him and runs his hand along his neck, "Thank you, I'll order in."

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam eyes him a bit.

"Your neck is fine," she assures him.

Just stained with dried blood. She's a neat eater, too, so there may only be a few drops that got on his clothes and the bedding. Be grateful she doesn't have Eric's feeding habits.

"Well, then. It was fun."

She smiles.

"Hope to see you 'round again, big boy."

[vorpatril]

(OOC: Fade? Should I post or do you want to?)

"Yes, I think I'd like that," He has to think about this but she did what she promised and after a meal, he'll feel more like himself.

[lazy_but_loyal]

With a sassy turn on her heel, she heads for the door and lets herself out, licking his taste off her lips.


[OOC: Awesome. Thanks for the indulgence ;) Would appreciate it if you could post it?]