Log: Cabin Finale

~The Vampire, a beast of sensuality incranted. Placed in a position that by rights should have ended with her blood trickling down that pale and beautifully bare shoulder. His heart would have been thundering at this point, if it still beat. His head and I don't mean the higher minded one would likely be throbbing in its own right. He could feel the waves of heat radiating off her form and sinking into his own. Could see it too if you included the fact that in this moment of heated tension her skin prickled and caused the halo around her bare shoulders to expand that much further fogging that cold glass window behind her. Aiden, never hid his past activities from her, never once held from her sight the 'playboy' that he had evolved into. A thing he became which merely was protection and sanctuary to keep him from moments very much like this. Falling in love, was for Mortals, or so he had conditioned himself to believe. Because every time his heart found a reason to 'beat' it was torn away from him, Now, now things were different. Margot could see the end of things, and knowing that she had come to terms with the pain, and the suffering it would cause. He felt a sense of contentedness, a sense of comfort unlike any he'd known before. Of course this came coupled with the desire to touch, and hold, and to feel her form against his own. To drink in the warmth of her skin, just as he drank the warmth of her blood. His fingers moved from their previous perches. Came upward to slide the straps of her bra across her shoulders to dangle over her arms. Then trailed downward to her wrists which were lifted upward to be gently pinned against the wooden window frame. His body pressing firmly to her own so that only fabric separated them, leaving her hopefully with little need to ever think back to her no doubt more riske visions. He wanted her, and he wanted her to know it. He wanted her to feel just how beautiful she was to him. She could see the future but could she live in the moment? Soon her wrists would be crossed over her head, and held by a single hand. His fingers moved along her shoulder, to her hips, along her sides as if he was intent to unclasp the flimsy metal that held that flimsy fabric free of her chest. His lips finding the crown of her ear, and teeth teasingly grazing the flesh. If she thought him evil before, then she would surely think him worse now. His fingers slipped down reversing direction, thumb hooking the straps of her designer britches, and then, with a snap of elastic they'd be left where they hung so that his hand could drop the handle of the door and push it open. " But if we're going to make love, it might as well be in the hot tub " he said finally pressing his lips along the line of her jaw. " After all, less mess to clean up "

••• The lingering thoughts in the back of mind fluttered, distantly calling her attention until they were promptly shooed to the shelf by the focus Aiden pulled into her. Her senses bristled, small hairs on the nape of her neck standing as every nerve ending left in the wake of his touch tingled with an electric hum. His hands guided her thoughts, scrying with practiced hands outward from the center of her chest to slip the barely-present straps of lace off of her shoulders. As the vampire collected her hands to lift them overhead, she realized she had forgotten to breathe, head swimming in an ardent haze as a result. The seer drew in a conscious, slow breath as he pinned her wrists to the frame of the door, fingers curled limply. Her back arched with the length of her stretched out between he and the door. Their figures closed the space between them in time with one another, meeting in the middle before she caved to the pressure of his body against hers. What little was between them -- a few slips of lace for Margot and the thin boxers left on Aiden-- might as well not have been. Feeling like each of her senses were piquing simultaneously, the withy clairvoyant struggled with where to shift her attention next. The cool, graze of his chest through the textured trappings of lace and the resulting friction (both physically and mentally) was mirrored down the length of her, where flesh and bone met in near choreographed motion. A frisson crawled down her spine, echoing after the forward calling card desire that he left on her skin with hands and mouth. With his lips (and for fuck’s sake, his -teeth-) grazing her ear, and his hands threatening to whisk the underpinnings straight off of her in one sure motion, Margot felt her knees weaken. Her heart fluttered in palpitating, fleeting murmurs. Her breaths came uneven, breathing air in gulps. Her pupils dilated, her skin on fire as she internally trembled. He spoke, her head tilted toward him to encourage the mouth at her jaw, pressing into his lips with nubile, graceless desire. ‘I don’t know what I’m doing’ half of her brain reminded her in a small, wispy voice, while the other encouraged her with a stronger tenor ‘But it feels right.’ And it was true-- no foresight could have prepared her for the strong sense of home and solace that Aiden provided. Every part of her reached out for him, body shifting without her conscious consent, meeting and falling apart in perfect time. Visions paled in comparison to reality, and even those distant, fragile reminders had been enough to get her here. And now that they were here together, it was clear that every fiber of her being wanted nothing more in the world than to be his. Everything else fell out of focus, and she basked in the very real (-finally- real) comfort of being in his grasp. Margot followed his guide without protest, weight vacillating between his arms as she floated on the high of their shared ardor until his words grounded her again. She was anxious. Not wanting to collapse in on what was happening with sudden, complex self-conscious thoughts, she forced herself to breathe as they slipped outside the open door, drawing a cold, sobering breath. Assuming (in reality, knowing) where they were headed, Margot walked in backward paces toward the hot tub, one hand catching his to beckon him toward her. Stopping only once she felt the chilly exterior of the tub, toes curling in the freshly fallen snow. Fuck, it was so cold. With her coquette demeanor momentarily aside, she glanced up at him from under heavy, snow-laden lashes. “Be gentle” she warned, biting the inside of her lip.•••

Aiden's senses the senses of a hunter crafted beautifully a kindle of passion that was set ablaze by the movements of Margot's body. The way she shifted, pushing herself into him like a cat craven for the attentions of its person, the sound of her heart beat within the confines of those lovely breasts which now pressed firmly to his chest. The scraps of fabric that made up their underclothing seemed to only create further friction between them. His body, wanted, and craved the rapture of hers. He made no assumption to her but could suffice in knowing that when she made those little noises of desire were notations of approval in his mind. Made only that much more evident by the way she moved when given the freedom to run from him. For so long Aiden had used these actions as a form of hunting, like an Incubus to get his prey where he wanted. Wanting, waiting, and lustful. Perhaps because he so often chose the more scrumpitious of woman to bring to his lair, would explain why  Aiden suddenly found the look, and those words from Margot all the more endearing. ~Be Gentle~ It was a cruel fact that he could be gentle and tender even amid bringing a life to an end. For whatever reason he found himself compelled to raise his hand upward from her own and bringing his fingers along the length of her neck. His form coming towards her own in a graceful glide his fingers delicately framing her jaw as he let his eyes capture her own. " Margot " He brought his fingers softly across her cheek and leaned forward as if intending to press his lips to her own " I will be as silk to your skin. " his other hand moved sweetly along her hips and came to the lower back drawing her close. It would be here, that a idea was fashioned and crafted into a game of sorts. The name would be long but effectively explain itself. How close, could he come to kissing her, without actually kissing her, and how long until she broke and did the stealing herself? She might have known the answer but nonetheless he was there hovering over her lips as if intent to kiss her, but instead when he leaned it was to the side, so his cheek brushed against her own, and his fingers guided by site could flip the switch on the jets, and lights then with vulpine grace he raised himself into the warm waters of the tub. (Which at this point were a god sent to his aching bones, and other aching parts of his body. He held his hand outward to her. His eyes coming to rest upon her own. " I won't force you, I won't take anything you're not willing to give. So..." he smiled lovingly in her direction." It's cold as hell, But it's warm in here, and warm in the house..." He offered this as her chance to step back, to collect herself and decide if she actually wanted this. After all, this moment only happened once. Aiden would not steal it, nor would he force it from her by whims and dark allure.

••• God, there was nothing (ahem, almost nothing) better than hearing her name on his mouth. Her cheek fell into his hand, resting there with a gentle, cold tremor. Punctuating his words, Aiden’s hands were just as promised: encouraging, but gentle. Under the guide of his hand, Margot’s eyes closed, lips parting briefly in anticipation as he leaned in and…turned the jets on to the hot tub. He disappeared from in front of her by the time her eyes had opened and she blinked into the open air with a small, surprised breath out. When she turned, he was holding a hand out toward her from the warm sanctuary of the hot tub, offering up options. Margot didn’t even consider the second option, nimbly climbing over the edge of the hot tub with a dancer’s grace. She sat on the edge of the hot tub, legs dipped in the water as the cold air grasped her open skin, prickling under the light rain-showers that she hadn’t noticed until now-- when there was just a bit of space between them. Dense fog and alternating transparent mist rolled off of the snow piled up around and on the cabin as the warm front conflicted with their brumal snow-globe sanctuary. Steam rose off of the water, curling around her knees as she captured the mental image in front of her to file away forever: Aiden sitting in the hot tub in front of her, surrounded by the tenebrous wisps of mist and stark white snow as it rained, the cabin just close enough to the hot-tub to offer partial shelter. Water collected in his hair and dripped down the length of his face, crawling down his neck and rolling down his chest into the water. Warm and inviting, his eyes held her with equal anemoia-- a pang of nostalgia for something she had never known seized her by the stomach. Finally, the painful truth of their short time together struck her. On what might have seemed like impulse, she acted. With appetence, she moved through the swirling water between them. ‘No more empty space,’ she thought to herself, bolstered by burning lust and an orphic sense of time-- and how fleeting it was. She wouldn’t live much longer-- perhaps until Spring, if the slowly budding trees had been any indication in her visions. That was compelling enough, ‘Stop wasting time.’ her thoughts concluded as she crashed into him with ustulation. Her hands clasped his shoulders, knees parting to either side of him where he sat as her slender figure collided with his-- made of stone. The tension in the muscles there, waiting to spring for her made her crave him more on impulse alone-- she wasn’t really thinking anymore. It wasn’t the beginning of their cimmerian relationship, but it was a notable part of it, and the weight of that pulled her deep into dark waters. Her hips pressed into his before the rest of her, body soft in the warm pool as it followed. Once against him, she paused to search his expression, waiting for some indication of inclination. Yes? Her features seemed to beg, chest rising and falling with anxious breaths against his. Her knees pinched either side of him as attraction drove a wedge into her mind, parting it from reality briefly. She didn’t notice the crisp shifting sound of snow overhead. It sent a warning as it melted, a dollop of snow no bigger than her fist falling onto her head and tumbling over her shoulders to interrupt her sudden ardent haze. “…” she blinked, leaned back, and glanced up. The snow fell off of her head, plopping into the water to melt before she turned her glance back down to him, laughter bubbling out of her. “I want you.” she said between calming laughter, verdant hues settling on his after a quiet pause. All he had to do was say it out loud--he did too-- and they would begin their march toward the end.•••

He had spent several hundreds of years as a student of the arts. He studied music, literature, painting, acting, and everything in between. But in those years, hearing, and seeing the masterpieces of mankind. Nothing in this moment was more so enthralling then watching Margot move. He saw everything, the momentary hesitation, that turned to determination and was thus clouded by her own desires into a face of both desire and adoration, and while he was in the moment. He had no inkling of the future or what it held. But he knew that he wanted it to be with her. The years they would live together would be beautiful, and he would see to it she was safe and sound for the entirety of her lifetime. Margot would become Aiden's life, and her dreams would become his own. As their bodies came together, he captured her in his embrace, his hands coming to either side of her hips, sliding about them so that they could rest beneath the back of her bra which he would eventually take the time to remove. But in the clumsy moment of giving into want and desire. He seemed less inclined to pay attention to that, then to look up at her as she sat upon his lap, and her admission to want. How could words even begin to Mirror that? Aiden an undead whose need for such 'pleasures' were replaced with a craving for blood. Found himself for the first time in quite some time giving into the desires of a mortal man. There was but fabric between them, and as they sat in the rolling waters that muffled any sound beyond her heart beat Aiden let his tongue work over the length of his lips. His hand moving from her back to brush along her chest and into her hair. " I want you.." he echoed her words, and was thus inclined to stop playing his game of kiss or not to kiss. When he moved inward, it was slow and there was a skillful movement of his hand that sent the flimsy lace of her bra floating away into the wake of rapids created by warm bubbly water. He pressed his chest to her own and raised his lips upward to capture her own. He let his desire, reign free and in it he had made mistakes. He did not hear the slow groan of the roof as snow was liberated from it, he ignored the warning that came with that clump of snow that had fallen. He focused only on what he wanted, Margot, what he needed, Margot, what he craved Margot! A hair's width from her lips, and he became aware of something very cold dripping onto his back. Without warning an avalanche of miniscule proportions fell free from the rooftop. Like cold slush wrapping around his back, head and shoulders it came unforgivingly creating a horny snow man of the vampire and said liver. Which resulted an arching of his back away from Margot, resulting in a lifting of his hips which would have been intended given their desires, but with no control or intent, she likely got the shaft just as she was sent backward into the warm water. " HOLY FUCK THAT'S COLD!" he cried out standing to get the snow and pine off his form feeling it run down the back of his pants and killing any inclination of carnal activities in his mind (Nothing like a cold slushie between the cheeks, to ruin the moment) Then abashed by his actions he swiftly shifted to look at Margot.

​••• Their mutual craving was a rare magnetic force pulling them into a tumult neither wanted to resist. With unequivocal passion, the pair finally caved. Margot, because each passing moment wasn’t coming back-- Aiden, because he’d seen the spark of consent in her. The feeling of release was unreal, walls falling apart around her as he grabbed her by the hips and curled his hands up the length of her back. She sighed in automatic response, with withy lief escaping her in a moment she had pined for her entire adult life. Everything felt so fast. One hand was in her hair as he murmured her words back to her. His tongue canvassed his lips, his eyes skimmed the length of her neck. Following his words, the celerity of his movement made her gasp. One moment, his mouth was nearly on hers, and the next she was under water. Heat flooded her head, shoulders and neck. Her hair hung, suspended in roiling water around her face as she instinctively held her breath. She opened her eyes, hearing Aiden’s raised voice muffled between bubbling air in the water. What had happened? Her legs were sticking out of the water, hands floating in front of her chest with something dangling from her fingertips. She closed her hand around the fine material, brow knitting in confusion as she closed her own bralette in a fist. A brief glimpse of those lissome legs in all of their pale glory was offered above-water. Her head emerged quickly after, hand holding up the balled-up lace in front of herself to inspect--oh. -Oh-. She grinned a little to herself, dropping it back in the water. Though she wasn’t so modest as to shield her chest with a hand, her breasts remained comfortably under water-- not that it mattered, because whatever the hell Aiden was doing was of more pressing importance. Or at least, it garnered more attention. With the tension somewhat -drenched-, the withy seer watched him with a blend of confusion and admittedly, a bit of disappointment. Her hair stuck to the sides of her face, verdant hues watching him dance for a moment before realizing his reaction hadn’t been intentional. Not long after, a second avalanche slid off of the roof. It piled overtop of both of them, stopped only by the warm water they sat (and stood) in. Well, that explained what happened. Suddenly cold, disoriented and spooked, Margot cried out in surprise. She remained still, most of her submerged in warm water, the rest covered by a small mount of slowly-melting snow. A human ice-berg. When she started to laugh, realizing what had happened, it was warm and hysterical. “Aiden!” she cried gleefully, “Aiden!” again, this time with a hand reaching out from under the snow in a blind grasping motion. She shook her head and waved her arm in the snow, trying to break it up without standing or exposing too much of her skin to the snow as it parted around her. Still laughing, Margot’s features appeared in a fault in the snow. “How absolutely perfect.” she jested, leaning back into one of the seats of the hot tub and passing a wry glance up at the sloped roof. “I suppose we ought to get back inside?” she asked with a bit of gloom, passing a glance at the vampopsicle with an impish grin. •••