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2010 November 24
| Neverneverwhere |
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Blood & Roses
The next night Bradley has to travel a little further to get to where the caravan is -- but not too much further, as it is rough country and caravans don't travel fast at the best of times. This time he doesn't wait at the edge of the caravan, either; instead it's perhaps half an hour after dark when there's a rap on Sulochana's wagon door. Sulochana stays still as Fantine continues brushing and plaiting her hair, simply calling out, "Door's open!"
This time she's wearing the outfit she wore briefly for Diana's little birthday event: the elegantly feminine sari and all the jeweled accouterments that go with it. She'll need to wear a cloak over it to stay warm, but she's willing to be cold for just a little bit if her client is overjoyed at her clothing choices... and Jerome does seem to love standing close behind her. This time he'll also be able to slide his hands along the warm bare skin at her midriff as well. She smiles, wondering if he'll enjoy that too... and if she'll see the flowers he mentioned for her last night. She grins as she adds to her mental checklist: some payment might be nice too!
The door opens and Bradley peeks around it. It's almost a cute moment, though it's difficult for someone with so serious and paternal a face to be called cute. "I'm sorry I didn't stop at the edge of the ca..." He stops mid-sentence and blinks, "You look positively delectable."
Suraksha tilts her head just enough that she can see who it is -- then she blinks too, and laughs. "Jerome! You've caught me at my toilette!" Fantine is shocked, nervously and huffily urging, in Creole French, the gentleman to wait outside, please, this is a lady's bower! 'Chana laughs softly again, reassuring the little loogaroo that it's fine -- then, since she's supposed to be holding still for her hair, she reaches out a hand to Bradley and smiles, "Thank you, dear; that's always a lovely thing to hear. I should be done in just a moment, if you please?" Her face is already artfully made up, with kohl widening and outlining her already dramatic eyes, and her smiling lips gleaming a soft wine-red.
The manitou is dressed in another suit, this one as sharp as the last. He nods and says, "Of course." The door is carefully closed and the wagon shifts as he steps down from the little porch. 'Chana and Fantine murmur a bit together as she reassures Fantine that she's sure the 'big reveal' wasn't spoiled, and Bradley did indeed like what he saw. They giggle a bit together as the last bits of arrangement are completed, Sulochana does her slow circle for Fantine's careful final inspection... then the door opens again and 'Chana comes out. This time her Queen's Walk is more one of very feminine, swaying sensuality and invitation, and her tilted golden eyes twinkle as she paces proudly towards the manitou. Her small ruby bindi glitters in the dancing firelight, and Fantine has 'Chana's fur-lined cloak ready -- for after the Hetaera has shown off a bit for her 'gentleman caller'!
Once he'd left the wagon, Bradley found himself greeted by Sabrina, who offered him a chair to wait for Sulochana. By the pole-axed look on his face as 'Chana struts toward him, it's rather a good thing he's sitting. When he stands it's almost in slow-motion, and there's a moment where firelight reflects off his eyes and it's definitely not in the fashion of a human eye. Sulochana offers her hand to Bradley, warm pleasure on her face and in her relaxed purr, "Shall we?" She almost glows with happiness! This is a major part of her pleasure in performing as a Hetaera: that moment when she knows she can help her client's dreams come true. She loves that, almost as much as she loves some part of each of her long-term clients. In the end, she understands, beauty and technique don't mean anything compared to genuine emotion -- both to her and from her.
Bradley wordlessly offers her both his hands, and 'Chana laughs throatily, accepting them and twinkling impishly at him as she rises up on her tiptoes to offer him a quick kiss on the cheek. Bradley leans down in the manner of a tall man used to receiving affection from much smaller people to receive the kiss. She whispers next to his ear, "Shall we go? I'm looking forward to sating yet more of your hungers tonight, my dear." He doesn't actually growl at her whisper, but it's very obvious he is enjoying her presence and appearance as he slides his palms around her midriff and pulls her graceful form back against his body. She adds, "Oh, that reminds me!" as she settles back to her normal stance, leaning slightly against Bradley so he can shift her more easily through shadow. She smiles mischievously sideways at him, continuing, "The Sokoloffs were... quite speechless at your incredible generosity. They send deepest thanks, and would be very happy to perform again when we come through in a few years, if you so wished."
The manitou gets his wits about him enough to say, "Diana will be ecstatic... she is at home now and wished to see you before she went to her girlfriend's for the evening."
Suraksha chuckles at that, leaning her head back against Bradley and resting her hands on his, "Lead the way!" She sighs happily, not above swaying her hips slowly against him; she does love an appreciative audience! She wonders amusedly how Bradley will explain a woman visitor to his daughter. She's not worried, though; she'll just follow his lead. The manitou pulls her tightly against his body and starts to walk. They come out in the garden again; Bradley is still holding tightly to her, taking several deep breaths. Suraksha tilts her head and smiles mischievously, inquiring innocently, "Everything all right?"
Bradley leans down to murmur into her ear, "I have not been so close to being overwhelmed by one of my own hungers in many years. It is an exhilarating feeling."
Suraksha laughs softly, leaning back against Bradley again and raising one hand to trail languid fingers lightly along his cheek, "Indeed? Mmm, you're so sweet." Mischievously she muses aloud, "I wonder... should I help or hinder, do you think?" She can't help the small, delighted giggle as she lazily sways her hips against him again, as they walk.
Bradley laughs warmly and says, "Since we are going to see my daughter, it would be best if you helped. For now..." He is steering her toward another part of the garden, "And I still have flowers for you."
Suraksha giggles delightedly, starting to walk more normally with him. She casually flings her cloak about her shoulders to stay warm in the cool night, then loops her arm through his and smiles with quiet pleasure, "You didn't have to do that... but thank you! Flowers are always a joy." Her melodious anklets chime softly as she takes a few more steps, thinking... then she glances curiously up at him, "Would it be rude of me to ask why the back way, last night? Was there someone we needed to avoid at the front?"
Bradley chuckles and shakes his head, "No. My housekeeper was scandalized by the short notice of me having company that was not children, and declared the house unfit for adult entertainment. I struck a bargain with her."
Suraksha blinks at that... then tosses her head back as she laughs delightedly! Her smooth throat flashes pale in the moonlight for an instant before she glances back up at the manitou, her eyes sparkling, "Will she be scandalized at my... shocking attire? Or does she know to expect a Hetaera?" She adds reassuringly, "Don't worry; I can draw the cloak over all my bare skin if that will be an issue."
Bradley laughs warmly, "She won't be scandalized -- or if she is, she will be far too polite to show it. She's a true lady. Please don't cover it all up..." He shifts to slide a hand under her cloak to stroke her stomach briefly.
They have come to a small greenhouse. Suraksha doesn't quite purr at Bradley's request, but she does let herself rub against him again for a moment before they enter -- at which point she looks around interestedly, "This is quite remarkable, Jerome! You take your gardening seriously here, I see." She is in fact rather impressed; this explains the remarkable meal last night, as well as some of the foodstuffs the caravan is exporting.
Bradley says, voice very serious for the moment, "My wife was very fond of it. It is a way for me to remember her." The greenhouse is lit by a couple of small lamps over a display of roses. Sulochana glances up at Bradley thoughtfully when his tone changes... then she smiles quietly and strokes his arm in silent commiseration. She follows where he leads her; she thinks it'd be rude to wander around aimlessly in someplace he clearly cherishes. Bradley murmurs, "Here..." He lifts a deep, delicately glazed ceramic bowl that holds a single perfect coral-colored rose and a delicate cutting. "I know it should be a dozen cut flowers, but I thought you would appreciate one flower and the plant."
Suraksha's eyes widen at the beautiful flower, "Oh, my!" She smiles fondly, her voice soft, "Coral... for passion and desire. Thank you so much, dear man." She rests a hand on the manitou's arm and reaches to kiss his cheek again before she accepts the lovely bowl and its precious contents. She dimples at Bradley, adding, "And you're right -- I would rather a single beautiful flower, and the plant. You're very perceptive!" She sighs happily, leaning to inhale the delicate sweet scent, then murmurs dreamily, "Lovely..." The bloom is not thornless and the stem is not very long. It is in full bloom, though, right at the peak of its perfection. She could wear it if she wanted, but it would prick her skin -- so she is delicately careful in handling the lovely blossom. She's worked quite hard to make sure Bradley is pleasurably hungry and aroused; she thinks it would be rude, though, to deliberately push him. Bleeding in front of him when she's refused to be fed from would be, she thinks, inappropriate.
Suraksha looks up at Bradley with delight on her face, "Is it all right if I carry it with me into the house? If we're having dinner again, I'd love to set it where we can both enjoy the scent...?" She is leaning to inhale again, her eyes half-closed with enjoyment, when she remembers something else she wanted to mention to Bradley. She looks up and smiles, her golden eyes glowing, "Oh! Jerome, I meant to ask: are you familiar with gnomes or troll species?"
The manitou watches her breathing in the scent of the rose; he hesitates, "I think we should leave it here until after Diana has left. Her mother cultivated the bush." She nods, still smiling with dreamy pleasure as she settles the bowl carefully back into place. The question makes him blink and he says, "I am not..." His eyes widen, "Do you think her mother..."
Suraksha nods thoughtfully again as she steps to put an arm about his waist and lean against him, "Perhaps? One of the sidhe in my caravan is both my godsmother, and Fearsome Grandmother's oldest and dearest friend. She suggested the description I gave could possibly be a troll species, although she'd never seen someone move through earth like that." Bradley's eyes are bright as he scoops her up into a deep and grateful kiss. Sulochana laughs softly, wrapping her arms about his neck and returning the kiss with pleasure! Under the fur-lined cloak her bare waist feels warm and soft against his large hand, and she rolls her hips against him with blissful contentment, where he supports her. She adores being able to bring joy and good news to those she cares about.
Suraksha leans back relaxedly in his arms when she has to take a breath, laying a finger lightly over his lips as she murmurs softly, "She was not sure, Jerome. She simply said it was a strong contender. But I will keep an eye out for further information as I travel, all right? -and now you have something you too can research as a possibility."
Bradley puts her carefully back on her feet and takes a step back, "Perhaps we should not touch for a while." He grins wickedly, "Once we are done with dinner, we can make up the lack." He moves to the door and opens it for her.
Suraksha laughs softly again, but does demurely wrap the cloak about her to stay warm as they walk through the cool night. She follows him out with a murmured thanks, her anklets chiming in gentle harmony as she pads along next to him. Curiously she asks, as they head for the house, "If it is not rude to inquire... is sex more emotionally intimate to you than, say, drinking blood?" She adds in musing explanation of her query, "You've stated human women do not do well with you as sexual partners, after all... but if I understand correctly, Elliott is someone you've drunk from, as well as one of your retainers?" She tilts her head, considering, then frowns thoughtfully, "He did not say that precisely, though... just that he'd received your largess, I believe." She smiles serenely up at the manitou as she adds, "and no, I have no issue with someone having either multiple partners or partners of the same physical gender." She grins teasingly, "Hetaera are, after all... flexible!"
Bradley smiles quietly, "That is good. Yes, I have drunk from him and from other males. And females. And I have shared my body with men and women both. Usually with men who are female inside. Their passion matches mine." He laughs at her teasing and says, "They are of equal intimacy to me, but most humans find the blood less intimate."
Suraksha nods slowly, considering as she glances up at Bradley again. Confusedly she asks, "I thought you said human wom- oh! Wait... did you mean only long-term human partners with you suffer some sort of... damage from their hungers? Whereas single-night human partners would be safe, say?" She adds a bit wryly, "Yes, I would think having someone drink your blood would be extraordinarily intimate! Or at least, I've found it so." The Hetaera blinks as she suddenly realizes that might sound like either a come-on or a tease. She gives a charmingly rueful smile to the manitou, "I'm sorry; if this is personal to you, I'll hush."
Bradley's eyes widen a bit and his breath catches, "Have you let someone drink from you?" He has to try very hard not to reach for her, but he has had years of practice, "Long-term partners are in danger, yes. One night... it is less so. And they often remember it as a dream. Or they did."
Suraksha doesn't immediately catch the manitou's reaction, "Of course; Fantine is a dear friend." She laughs softly, "She calls me her female bokor, instead of a mambo -- she says I'm fierce enough!" She considers the manitou for a moment, then softly asks, "'Did'? It has been a while for you then, yes?" One small hand emerges from under the cloak to rest lightly on his arm, in silent sympathy for the loss of his wife.
Bradly nods as he leads her around the house toward the front door, "I would prefer if we came in from the front," then replies, "It has been since Diana's birth, yes."
Suraksha tucks her hand back under her cloak as the significance of Bradley's sudden gleam of interest finally registers. While that does not scare her, she sees no reason to, effectively, wave food in front of a starving man. She grins cheerfully, "The front? That's right, you mentioned Diana would be waiting." She giggles softly, adding, "Perhaps this time, if you wish to show me the rest of your house, we should try doing so before we get... distracted!"
Bradley laughs and his eyes crinkle with it, "Yes, yes. It may be both easier and harder to resist tonight." Sulochana grins up at Bradley's comment, her golden-eyed gaze warm and inviting. He reaches for the front door and pauses, tipping his head to the side, "So you aren't opposed to having someone drink from you? But Fantine... that's the young lady that gave me a tongue-lashing tonight? ...she's family, I suppose." There's some wistfulness in his voice.
Suraksha looks thoughtful for a moment. Finally she says slowly, "Fantine... I feel responsible for her. I... she has not had an easy life -- she was rather... unpleasantly forced into becoming a loogaroo, and she's quite timid. She..." 'Chana sighs, her gaze getting far away as she remembers, "she wept for relief when I told her I didn't want to feed off her, and wouldn't be forcing her to steal blood from innocents for me." She looks up at the manitou, her voice quiet, "How could I not help her, Jerome? She had no one in the world to turn to. She only needs about a cup a night, and she can feed from the caravan animals as well. We volunteer for her -- no one that does not wish to is fed from -- and that means she only feeds from the same person maybe once every... three or four months, you know?" She frowns consideringly as another thought hits her, although she is careful not to rudely say it aloud: she knows Fantine better than Jerome... she knows if necessary she can stop the little loogaroo. She doesn't know that about Jerome.
Bradley nods as he thinks about that, "It does make sense. I don't take that much, either. But I am also not as needful of it as she is." As the door opens there is a girlish squeal of, "Papa!" Suraksha is quietly relieved Bradley is distracted -- she'd have been embarrassed to admit that last thought she'd had! She smiles, tilting her head to glance around the large manitou for his daughter. She wonders suddenly why he asked that odd question about Fantine, though. She'll have to check later. Diana is speeding toward Bradley, and he laughs, leaning down to scoop the girl up and swinging her easily over his head despite her size. When the gesture is done, she's sitting on his hip -- though she would be considered too big and too old for that by most adults. Diana is beaming at Suraksha.
Suraksha laughs delightedly at the little girl's gleeful exuberance! She reaches out to pat Diana's knee, "Well, hello there, Diana! I hear you waited to see me. Thank you -- I'm quite flattered!"
Diana ducks her head and smiles, "Papa told me that you would be coming to visit to see Mama's flowers and I asked if I could stay." She beams at Suraksha and says, "Thank you very much for the show the other night. And Dominic was very nice."
Suraksha chuckles at that, murmuring warmly, "He is, isn't he? A great teller of tall tales too!" Mischievously she adds, "Can't believe everything he tells in those stories, you know -- he makes me out as far more than I actually am, I hear!"
Diana looks at Sulochana thoughtfully and says, "Can he come tell stories again?"
Suraksha smiles a bit sadly, "Sweetie, he's part of a cross-continent caravan -- my best forward scout. We're already moving out of the area."
The manitou chuckles and says, "Mr. Dominic is going to be gone for a while, little love. Miss Sesha is staying behind for a short bit."
Sulochana thinks a moment, then smiles, "I expect we'll be back this way in two or three years." She grins, "If you want, we could ask him to tell you more stories then?" Her grin gets mischievous as she adds, "And if you know Handel's Sonatas for harpsichord and flute then, I'd be willing to perform duets with you for your papa?" She removes the heavy cloak and folds it over her arm; she's happy to let the little girl see the pretty outfit as well.
Diana's eyes widen and she asks breathlessly, "Papa says you're very good. I promise!"
Suraksha beams at the little girl, replying quite sincerely, "I would love to, then!" She turns her delightedly dazzling smile on Bradley as she adds, "And thank you so much for the lovely compliment!"
Diana giggles as Bradley clears his throat, obviously also very taken by the bright smile, "You are very welcome." He kisses Diana's forehead and says, "Now, you have a sleepover to get to. Moses will go with you." There's several minutes of goodbyes before Diana leaves with the stolid golem.
Suraksha smiles and waves as the girl finally trots off with the golem. Once Diana's out the door, 'Chana's voice is quiet, "Does she know why I'm here? Or just that the pretty lady is visiting?"
Bradley smiles, keeping the fatherly face on as long as Diana can turn back and see him, "She is just aware that you're visiting. In a few years is soon enough for her to worry about her father's lady friends being more than friends."
Suraksha nods in silent relief at that. Once the carriage has wheeled out of sight she turns and grins mischievously up at the manitou, "So... tour of the house now? Or... something else?"
Bradley laughs and says, "Tour. Dinner. Lovemaking. In that order. Unless you have objections?" His paternal smile has taken on a slightly darker, more adult shade and he slides his arm around her shoulders as he closes the door.
Suraksha laughs softly, leaning a bit against him now there's no one to shock, "Sounds lovely, my dear!" Happily she adds, "Do you play any instruments, by the way? I was so enraptured at your wonderful little harpsichord that I forgot to ask." She makes a small mental note: no mentioning of blood again! She's quite curious about his... sanguinary habits, but doesn't want to get him thinking along those lines in regards to her, just now.
Bradley is relaxed as he leads her through the grand entryway, "I play the flute, actually, but not the sort Diana has. An older kind. I will play for you sometime if you wish."
Suraksha brightens at that, "Oh, yes, please! Is it a native instrument, or one of the Europaland imports?"
The house is large and well-built and eclectic; it's quite clear multiple generations have lived and loved in it. Bradley knows a lot of its history and is glad to share the stories of remodeling and building, and the making of artwork and furniture. He mentions several times how he plans for it to be a very good home for Diana and her family. Sulochana enjoys the tour, listening and smiling with fond pleasure to the manitou's plans for his beloved daughter -- she loves clients with emotional breadth and compassion for others!
There is a small gallery of artwork that is kept well-shuttered most of the time. The rooms with carpets are pleasant to walk in barefoot, as the manitou encourages her to find out. Sulochana delightedly sheds her light slippers at Bradley's urging, tucking them into her small handbag and wriggling her toes happily into the rich carpets. The sari falls in silky folds from her waist to cover most of her feet, leaving only her small toes visible. The little golden toe rings wink and sparkle as she sways gracefully through the rooms, drawing attention down her body. He replies, "It is a native instrument. An ocarina, I think they call it sometimes. It has a plaintive sound that I like very much." He's getting slowly more and more distracted by the flickering twinkle of the golden rings, finding that every time he looks down along her body there is a deep surge of hunger.
'Chana admires the art with interest, and grins at mention of the ocarina, "Oh, I've heard of those! Yes, it is nice." She hesitates, then adds a touch shyly, "My, ah... adequate-for-accompaniment instrument is a guitar... if you wanted to play together?" She doesn't mention it, but he can likely feel the small, fierce hunger within her for teamwork -- she loves playing beautiful music with others.
Bradley glances up the grand stairway as they pass it and murmurs, "Upstairs are the bedrooms... it might be best if we do that part of the tour later." Sulochana covers a small giggle at that, her eyes and her bindi both sparkling at him. Bradley's eyes are gleaming again at mention of making music together, but it is not the same hunger as was stirred before, "There is a guitar in the house, of course..."
Suraksha brightens with pleasure, not quite bouncing on her toes, "Oh! Would you like to?" She happily loops her arm through his, taking a few excited dance steps as she nearly sings, "Strings! That's my specialty -- the stringed instruments. I didn't want to learn the woodwinds and such because I wanted to be able to sing as well, you know?"
Bradley cannot resist the bouncing. It triggers several reactions in him, all of which make him want to indulge her, "Of course. We can have a small private concert after dinner, if you'd like." He does his best to look quite innocent, "Of course, my ocarina is in my bedside table, so I fear you'll have to venture into a man's private domain."
Suraksha laughs aloud at that, her eyes sparkling as she grins up at him; the slightly low cut, embroidered top flashes dusky-pale skin when she tosses her head back in that unselfconscious joy. "Oh, gasp, I shall doubtless swoon at all the masculinity you keep lying around there, no?"
Bradley looks up the stairs thoughtfully and says, "I'm certain my housekeeper has tucked all that away quite nicely." They have, by now, made it back to the dining room.
'Chana's hips sway rhythmically with her walk, and the long sweep of her night-dark hair brushes silkily over the manitou's hands where he rests them on her warm, bare waist, as they walk into the dining room. She giggles at his comment, murmuring teasingly, "So what does an errant masculinity look like, then? Must it be taken walkies, or brushed periodically?"
Bradley actually manages to keep a straight face as he says, "I have it on excellent authority they require frequent stroking and occasional kisses to be kept on their best behavior." He leans down and kisses her on the shoulder lightly, "Tonight's dinner is not quite as extravagant as last night's, I fear. Dessert is a berry torte with fresh whipped cream. My cook wished me to apologize that he couldn't get more chocolate."
Suraksha laughs softly at the returned tease, her eyes sparkling at him -- then mmms in lazy enjoyment at the kiss. As she turns her head towards his, her pendant earrings sway attractively, and he can catch the light sandalwood-and-musk scent of her clearly. She chuckles quietly, murmuring, "I am quite frankly astonished at your cook's talent and skill, and you may certainly tell him so! He has nothing to apologize for."
This close, Bradley can easily feel / scent / see / sense 'Chana's warm-colored, smooth skin, including the small pulse beating steadily at her throat, and the soft gleam of the smooth-beaded necklace hanging down to just between her small breasts. His hands tighten on 'Chana's waist for a moment and his breath catches as all the tiny little details tug at his senses; he finds himself becoming quite distracted. He has unwittingly pulled her back against him; she is well aware of at least part of his body's reaction. 'Chana mms lazily again; she's not sure what exactly caused that reaction -- but since her entire focus in her adornments and behavior has been to elicit that precise response, she's quite happy to see it's working! She purrs with soft teasing, "Oh, so is it the berry torte or the whipped cream that's a particular favorite of yours?" She leans back again, laughing with quiet happiness as she tilts her head back to beam up at him, and sways smoothly against his body.
"The torte is delicious, but that is not the hunger that's so strong tonight." He laughs throatily, "You keep eliciting these reactions, my dear. Let us eat before we make my cook pout by skipping dinner entirely." The dinner is quite exquisite and as deliciously prepared as the night before. As before, Bradley tastes every course but spends most of his time watching the lovely Hetaera enjoy the textures and flavors, smells and sights of the food. He is not subtle about his enjoyment, but neither is he grabby or pushy. When she closes her eyes in appreciation of a delicately spiced chicken dish, she hears him make a soft growling sound, and the tips of his fingers brush along her throat like a breath of air.
Suraksha smiles in quiet bliss, her eyes still closed as she savors all the sensuous information she's receiving; Jerome's delicate, savoring caresses are just as sweet and delicious to her as the exquisite food. She sighs with soft pleasure, opening her eyes finally to smile slowly at him with the same warm, deliberate allure as she offered him last night. Bradley's eyes are heavy-lidded and his lips are curled up in an appreciative smile, "You are lovely. And it is more than your body. You truly enjoy all of this. You want to experience. You have such a hunger for knowledge and experiences."
Suraksha dimples delightedly at him, her eyes sparkling as she gives a quick, enthusiastic nod! She beams as she adds more courteously -- and more like a Hetaera, "Thank you, dear. You're too kind."
Bradley smiles at her and says, "No, you are the kind one. Please, go on with your dinner." He hasn't quite been able to bring himself to stop stroking her since that last touch, caressing her forearm and wrist gently.
Suraksha chuckles quietly, turning her hand palm up so she can trail her fingers along his when his hand slides over hers. "I am? How so?" She continues eating with tidy enjoyment, taking her time to savor. Since she is not a blood drinker herself, she does not realize the delicate inner portion of the wrist might be a seriously sensual turn-on.
Bradley has become distracted by the small lines of veins visible beneath her skin; he blinks, having forgotten for a moment what he just said. Finally he remembers and laughs, "You are helping me in many ways. I consider it a privilege to work with you. On all the levels we are partnering..." His words slowly trail off as he leans over to brush a kiss over the inside of her wrist. Sulochana pauses in her eating to smile at the manitou as he kisses her. He's starting to feel... almost reverent to her, and she's beginning to wonder if she needs to subtly underline that he's not here for her, but rather that she's here for him. On the other hand... he seems very happy just now. She very much strives for and enjoys that pleasure in him.
Bradley lingers over her wrist, kissing slowly and using the tip of his tongue to brush her skin. He goes very still for a moment, teeth resting there as well but not bearing down. 'Chana is watching him silently, her slightly tilted eyes glowing in the dim light as well. She's feeling oddly still and calm, considering a predator is resting his teeth on her... but she also does not wish to be bitten -- that quiet emotion is clear and strong within her, like her very heartbeat. The lights are slowly beginning to dim in the room, and when he raises his head, the manitou's voice is almost touchable in its tone, "When they bring dessert, tell them I had to step out, mmm?" His eyes are gleaming almost golden in the light.
Suraksha nods politely to him, murmuring, "Of course, Jerome. Are you all right, dear?" She does not move or yank away; she simply sits watchfully still.
Bradley smiles at her with a wickedly hungry laugh, and slides -- with agility that would be surprising to anyone not aware of his true nature -- beneath the table. The heavy linen tablecloth hides him quite well and she feels warm hands on her knees a moment later. Suraksha blinks, then laughs aloud in quiet delight! She's pleased at his reaction to her query, and relieved he's not about to go feed on someone else just now; she suspects that would be a bit of a personal turn-off. Her voice is full of teasing laughter, "Gracious, Jerome! You're missing a delicious berry torte for... this?"
Bradley laughs quietly and whispers, "Shhh..." His hands are starting to slip down her calves and then he lifts one petite foot upward, brushing kisses along the arch and the tops of the toes.
Suraksha has always been extraordinarily delighted by sensual stroking, regardless of which form she's in. She sighs and shivers with pleasure in spite of herself as Jerome's large, warm hands caress her lower legs, and her voice lowers as she purrs amusedly, "Wicked man... your cook will pout if you don't even try his marvel- oh!" She shivers happily again, then continues in an even lower toned purr, "mmmarvelousss... desserrrt..." Her anklets sing shivering harmonies with her, and her toes point in spite of herself as her arousal increases.
Bradley laughs softly, "I will try it, of course... later..." His warm lips brush over the arches and soles of both feet, large but deft hands teasing along her ankles and up to the undersides of her knees. He can hear as the footman arrives with the dessert, and does not pause.
Suraksha is trembling with pleasure, laying back in the chair with her eyes half-closed when she hears someone approaching. She laughs a bit breathlessly, realizing Bradley's intent, and whispers, "Fiend!" as she sits up and tries to not look quite so... hungrily predatory as the poor footman comes in. When he raises an eyebrow at sight of Bradley's empty chair, the Hetaera smiles and murmurs, "Mr. Bradley had to... step away from his seat for a moment. I'm sure he'll return soon for dessert." She sits very still as the man murmurs a polite, "Very good, madam," and serves the food; the heat of his body passing close to hers is immensely distracting when coupled with the delicious sensation of stroking fingers and a hot, wet tongue on sensitive portions of her anatomy.
'Chana starts slightly, making a small accidental noise when Bradley realizes just how easily a sari parts, then eagerly slides warm hands up along her inner thighs. At the footman's inquiring glance the Hetaera smiles sweetly at him, murmuring, "Looks and smells simply divine! Do please give the cook my sincerest admiration?" She rolls her eyes and tch's at herself after the footman, wide-eyed, has nearly fled -- it's a good bet there was a little too much... sensual salaciousness in her demeanor there!
Bradley's laugh is low, soft, and very wicked as he drags his teeth over the inside of one thigh, murmuring, "Now, now, my dear, you must try to keep a straight face..." His breath is almost cool against warm skin. Large hands move, pulling her closer to the table -- chair and all. "Please, continue on with your dessert as I continue with mine."
Suraksha gasps at her lover's wonderfully erotic teasing, her softly protesting laugh breathless, "If you keep that up, none of me will be straight -- I'll melt like taffy all over this chair!" She can see her clasped fingers are starting to tremble with the effort of staying in the chair, instead of simply joining Jerome under the table. She giggles and does her best, though -- carefully moving her hand to pick up the spoon, concentrating on eating tidily... the sweet berry torte really is delicious, and the tart burst of flavor on her tongue causes her eyes to slide half closed with sheer delight. Of course, when Jerome flicks out his tongue again, drawing it along her heated skin, the spoon rattles a delicate staccato against the plate as she shudders and moans softly.
The manitou's breath is warm against her skin and his voice is sliding into the lower pitch of frank arousal. "Yes... that is what I want, sweet lady. Pleasure laced with pleasure." The next time she brings the spoon to her mouth, he waits to feel the happy burst of delight and then nuzzles in, tongue sliding along the sweet petals of her lotus. He is quite skilled, and the strange power of his kiss slithers up along her spine.
Suraksha is struggling mightily to not give in to her deep desire to simply slide down under the table! Despite her best efforts, though, Jerome's attentions are causing her delicious shivers and softly twitching gasps. She feels like she's melting inside from the heat he's generating in her, pouring herself down through her core to where the manitou waits to lap her all up. Each carefully taken, cool bite of sweet torte seems to add to the fire, and she finally slips a shaking hand under the table with confused thoughts of both stopping him so she can breath -- and pulling him closer. Her fingers tangle in his hair as she softly gasps, "Jero-oh! -ohhhhh, Bringer!" Her voice and her hungers abruptly drop into a lower, more atavistic level and tone -- intense, growling with pleasure and heated desire. She doesn't even consciously think, [that's it!] -- she simply surrenders to the astonishingly intoxicating desires roaring through her, slithering almost bonelessly out of the chair and down with the man under the table.
The manitou is hungrily intent upon finishing what he started. One heavy hand moves to hold the shivering Hetaera in place as he passionately drinks down her desire and pleasure, concentrating on her to allow him to draw out his own anticipation. He has always adored feeling a lover simply melt into pleasure while he still has enough wits about him to revel consciously in it -- and a Hetaera's training allows Sulochana to do so with wonderful abandon. She does her best to prolong the enjoyment for her partner's avid, growling hunger, using her free hand to erotically play with her long beaded necklace by rolling it sensually over her nipples, and using the soft tufted end as a delicate tease over her skin.
When she finally can't hold back any longer, though, 'Chana lets the wave of euphoria sweep her away entirely, abandoning herself utterly to pleasure. As the manitou brings her to ecstatic release, her back arches up off the floor for several blissfully aroused seconds, and though she tries with her free hand to keep herself quiet, panting whimpers and euphoric moans manage to force their way past her soft lips. Bringer's hands slide up along her body, nearly encircling her waist as he savors her pleasure, a sort of eager pride surging through him at the way her hand clutches his hair. The manitou suspects she's not even aware of the way she is clinging, as her release floods through her and gloriously fills his own extended senses.
As she starts to relax into a blissfully limp and carelessly graceful sprawl, the manitou rests his head against her inner thigh with a contented sigh. His eyes move up along her body and he studies her with pleasure. The womanly, alluring scent of her covers his face and hands; he is lazily aware he needs to distract himself from her lush, moist heat -- and most especially from the knowledge of how flushed her delicate, beautiful womanhood is with the blood of orgasm.
Sulochana herself feels astonishingly relaxed as she finally comes down from that amazing moment. She sighs softly, letting her muscles go limp and her head roll lazily to one side to where one hand is loosely curled. The other hand slowly slips free of whatever it had been clenched on, and her eyes slide languidly closed as she lets herself drift for a blissful moment.
The manitou raises his head and looks up along the sprawled and blissful Hetaera's body, admiring the way it lays amongst the folds and swirls of the fallen and parted sari. It is sweetly like watching her lay amongst tangled bedding. One hand is still closed about the necklace, and the beads lay over and under her fingers as the hand is curled loosely by her face. She looks quite young and sweet, with that soft and beatific expression on her face. The hand that just released his hair lays by one bare hip, palm upward and fingers curled carelessly into it. The sooty eyelashes lay along her still-flushed cheeks and her wine-dark lips are just barely parted. The delicate line of her jaw throws just the smallest of shadows over her throat, where he can sense and see her pulse as it flutters, swift and steady like a small, trapped animal.
He feels his own pulse jump and turns his head quickly, shifting his focus to the upturned palm. There are small moon-shaped marks where her own nails bit into it as she clenched it into his hair in her passion. He smiles lazily, wondering if she was even aware of clinging to him, as his gaze drifts over her hand in languorous contentment. The shimmer of the numerous thin bangles about her wrist is just as tantalizing as the flash of the toe rings; they pretty much cover the near-translucent skin of her wrist where the veins rise so close to the surface. He groans almost silently and shifts a bit as he remembers the feel of her wrist against his lips and tongue; the delicately salty-sweet taste of her skin as he licked there -- and the sensual ache in his teeth as he worked not to bite. The shifting causes the limp form of the girl to rock a bit and she sighs as well, almost purring as her lips start to curve upward at the edges even though her eyes stay closed. Bradley glances up toward her flushed face at the sigh, then hastily down a bit toward her arm -- that should be safer to peruse for now!
Suraksha's breathing has evened out, although she shivers once from a passing aftershock of euphoria... and then a definite purr softly escapes her lips. Her eyes are still closed as the smooth beads slither slowly through her fingers. It's a very, very old trick, but a lovely one: after having been used for sensual pleasure, the beaded necklace about 'Chana's neck will hopefully remind the manitou of this moment. The soft click of the beads draws his attention for a moment back to her throat, and muscles low in his stomach clench as his eyes go to the pulse there. He has to fight to drag his gaze back to her arm, his body is aching for her in hungry passion.
Unfortunately he now knows she has allowed someone to drink her blood -- and that she finds it quite deliciously intimate. He tries to push the thought away by studying in acute detail the inner crook of her elbow, but a vein also crosses that fragile surface and the manitou's eyes move back to her hand and the beads. The shifting of her hand has caused the bangles to part and reveal the bracelets of fortune impressed in the soft skin beneath them; he has to clench his jaw abruptly and hard as he realizes the tiny glimpses of skin beneath the gold are serving (much like a missed button on a woman's blouse which reveals tempting flashes of the breasts beneath) as a massively arousing tease.
Bradley's tongue slides out to wet his lips as he turns his head, closing his eyes as he brushes a kiss along her inner thigh. It is, he thinks, about time for them to retire upstairs. He is happy to lay with her anywhere, but wants her to be as relaxed and comfortable as possible for the rest of their night. When he speaks he has forgotten to bring his voice down to human tones, and it is a thrum that shivers into her bones as he says, "Shall we wrap you back up and take ourselves upstairs, sweet lady?" Sulochana sighs softly again, her eyes fluttering open and her lips curving up as she smiles in languid pleasure at the manitou. She gives a small, contented purr, her free hand turning slowly to stroke his hair back out of his face... she's not quite verbal yet, but she's happy to go wherever he'd like, at this point.
Bradley laughs softly and says, "Ahh, yes... I understand." It's a fairly cramped space beneath the table, but he manages to wrap the sari around her more or less decently, covering her lissome form like a treasure before slithering them both out from beneath the solid oaken form. Sulochana's slender fingers run lazily through the manitou's thick salt-and-pepper hair as he carries her, her head resting on his shoulder as she purrs contentedly. It hasn't registered yet that he's still reacting strongly to her pulse points. The manitou laughs warmly and turns his head toward her wrist, tongue flickering out to brush across her pulse-point. He has to stop there for a moment and his arms tighten around her. Centuries of discipline are brought to bear. He will not feed from the unwilling. The next kiss is on her palm, and then he starts moving again.
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