A mortal in the Band (Closed)

Together they got on the bus, he made sure they were alone and that no other surprises awaited them. He led her to the back of the bus, closed the door behind them, and started to undo the corset.

"I know you look hot as hell in this, but I still don't believe it is comfortable."
 
She smirked.

It's not like I truly need to breathe love.

Relaxing feeling the corset loosened quickly as she stared into his eyes.
 
He chuckled, unlacing the corset and finally pulling it free

"That is true, actually funny how what was made as underwear now is seen as a fashion statement to be worn over your clothes."

He draped the corset over a bed and then sat down to remove his boots

"Come sit down, I promise to behave myself."
 
She sat down beside him with a soft laugh. A sigh and resting her head on his shoulder she finally fully let the after show fiasco fall away in the quiet and peace of this time alone with him.
 
He rested an arm around her, gently stroking her arm, resting his head against her as they sat in companionable silence, listening to the ambulance sirens as they arrived. He sighed and turned his head to kiss her forehead gently.

"Let's get those boots off and get you into something less sexy."
 
Nodding she smiled to him.

Gladly. Our next show we may have a member of council show up afterward they normally wanna talk after a show or two early in the tour.
 
He groaned and started to undo her boots, slipping them off one after the other, before opening the closet and looking around for a few moments, pulling out a t-shirt and holding up a pair of Daisy Dukes, he looked at her with an arched eyebrow.

"Oh? Did I miss something while I was gone?"

He waggled his eyebrows and gave her a grin before he replaces the shorts and take out jeans, "How about this?"
 
Shorts or the jeans either way love.

She winked knowing she might have to wear the outfit they go to on stage for the next show.
 
"If it was up to me to decide, you will be wearing only the t-shirt"

He grinned and closed the closet, placing the t-shirt and jeans down on the bed next to her, and then leaned in to kiss her gently.

"Alex wants to know why we don't drink donated blood."
 
Blood banks are to help mortals it would not be right for us to take from such supplies.

Wouldn't you agree love?
 
He made a face

"The blood gets sold, we could always buy it, but I think he will find that cold blood just doesn't satisfy the need as much as warm, fresh blood does."

He patted her thigh, "Now off with the pants."
 
She nodded to that as well and with a smirk began to wriggle out of the leather pants slowly.
 
He chuckled, but watched her, enjoying the little show she was putting up for him as she slipped out of the pants.

"That is how men lose control when the love of their life teases them like this."

He gave her a grin, slipping the pants down the rest of the way and hanging them up
 
An innocent "oh is it?" As she winks glad to be free from the leather.

Prove it.

She licked softly st his lips.
 
He smiled and pressed his lips against her own, slipping his tongue into her mouth to teasingly rub up against her own tongue. His hands slowly ran over the soft skin of her thighs as his tongue teased against and over her own.
 
She pressed into the kiss her tongue dancing with his as she hugged him one hand dancing over his chest softly.
 
He slid his hands under her top, stroking her sides and lower back as they kissed, the lack of breathing making it even more enjoyable as there was no need to stop or pause for breath.
 
Curling more into his embrace everything leaving mind and moment caring only for their time together in this moment.
 
He started to undo her top, peeling it off of her as their tongues rubbed and twirled together, her hands working on removing his shirt. His hands slid over her sides, moving up along her back to tangle in her hair as they kissed hungrily
 
One leg moving to drape over his lap as they kissed. Getting his shirt open she curled closer one hand moving to cradle his cheek as they kissed. It had been far too long apart to ever miss any chance they had to be close in any way.
 
He ran a hand over the smooth contour of her leg and over her hip, over her side, and down her back to cup her buttock in his hand. It took little nudging to move her onto his lap and he wrapped his arms around her semi-naked form, their tongues rubbing and twirling together in the kiss.
 
Curling on his lap she hugged him closer hands tracing and karessing over his back while her hips wriggle slightly. They had all the time in the world as her lips slowly moved from his nipping softly at his ear
 
He kissed her neck, aiming for the soft and sensitive areas, his hands slowly caressing her back, exploring every inch of her soft skin and firm muscles underneath.

"Iubitul meu"

The old tongue felt strange to speak and also comforting

"Singura mea iubire." He whispered softly in her ear.
 
It felt like centuries since she had heard the old tongue a smile sliding across her face eyes closed. Hugging him close she felt safe and comfort and love like all of their wars and terrors with his brother were distant memories.
 
He slowly planted soft kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, his fingers playing over the elastic of her underwear
 
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