French Quarter

-Her eyes closed when he started to move the hair from out of her eyes. She was a sticky gross mess at the moment and it was exactly where she wanted to be. Looking down at his blood stained lips, stained with her blood. She leaned into his kiss brushing her lips against his tasting her own coppery blood on her tongue. It didn’t taste to her like the way it tasted to him. She could only get the taste of copper and metals that blood. He would have tasted something completely different on her.

The sight of her blood on him almost had her ready to go for round two until he finally pulled his cock from her and she felt how sore she was going to be from this. A laugh escaped her lip, shaking her head and pressing her forehead.- “I’m already trouble and so are you are.” -pushing his head playfully with forehead before pulling back.

A sound of protest came from her when he started to move away from her. The need to have him stay with her was strong. The very thought of him pulling his flesh away felt criminal to her. However the site was worth watching even if she wasn’t ready to let him go. Again that was a stupid thought, she thought to herself. Why was she hesitant to leave and hesitant to have him let her go? She took the shirt but had not yet put it on. Instead she stayed naked on his desk with her heeled feet swinging from the desk. Placing the red shirt to the side for a moment she silently just watched as he cleaned himself up. The blood on them didn’t bother her at all.

This was when she took the time to look at him. To see his body presented before her. She had taken the towel from him but still made no move to clean up until she could drink in his form. Standing there naked in front of her with out a care in the world. Allowing her eyes to devour him. Memorize the scars that she figured he got when he was human. The way his muscles rippled under his flesh when he moved. Maya was more observant then most would give her credit for. They saw the airhead flirty young woman, but she had those moments where it seemed as something else would slip through.

Finally she moved from his desk, putting her heels carefully on the floor since that was the only item of hers that he had not removed. Naked in heels standing in his office. She also had no shame. She had  nice body and there was nothing with showing it off. Her torso was long and well sculpted. Her breasts were perky and her nipples were still in hard peaks due to the chill of the room and her being naked.
She would take her time cleaning herself off. The water she took, taking a sip from it before place it down on the desk. There was blood and honey dripping down her legs. Taking the towel she started to slowly start to clean up the mess. Rubbing the towel over her long legs and lightly between her thighs because she was now very sensitive down there.  But she also allowed him to see what she looked like fully naked.  Her body was lean and fit. Her own muscles coiled under her tanned skin as she moved. Really taking her time with cleaning herself.

She turned around and reached over the desk, mostly to just slightly bend over in front of him naked. She gripped up the shirt he had given her. Finally slipping off the heels she pulled the shirt on over herself. The collar was brought up to her nose, taking a small sniff of it because it smelled like him and she wanted to commit it to her memory. She still had shaky legs and the water in the glass slightly sloshed as she tried to drink it.

He brought up Bast, but called him by a different name. Honestly, Maya had almost forgot all about him until Butch brought him up and at this point she looked like a deer in headlights. She blinked a few times at him.- “About that…” -she started, looking down at the water that she had to keep on the desk because she didn’t really have the energy to hold that and to stand at the same time so she still leaned a little on the desk. Getting remenents from the blood on the desk on the back of her thighs.-

“Don’t be mad ok?” -there was an innocence in her voice that if he hadn’t know how she got down he might want to fuck that innocence right out of her.- “The dates actually tomorrow.” -now she started to twist her hands in front of her.- “I just wanted you to see me all dressed up. I wanted to see you when I looked pretty.” -she confessed nervously to him, and while it might sound ridiculous to a vampire as old as him, this was her first go around in this life.

Her hand then came up and rubbed at her neck in the place where he had bit her. There was no indication that he had done it but she knew something was wrong with it. Not the bite site, but he wasn’t supposed to do that. And he already knew what was going to happen and what the outcome would be.- “I should get dressed and go.” -moving over towards her dress, she pulled on her panties but did not put the dress on. She was about to just walk out with only his shirt on, the dress folded over her arm, and her heels in her hand.-

“They’re gonna be so mad.” -she said to herself as she started to head towards the door. Almost as if when she touched her neck a flip had switched on suddenly remember that he had in fact bit her. Maybe it wasn’t enough though? The Nosferatus were abundantly clear to never allow a vampire to bite her. Sometimes they had intervened before it happened, and yet this time they did not. Maybe they wouldn’t know? It didn’t matter the damage had been done and of course they would know. They always seemed to know.-

-One might think it was an odd sensation not to have your partner breathing during sex. However, now that she was with him and he could mostly his vampiric self, it was the most honest sex she ever had. She had never realized how much she hated when vampires faked breathing to appease her delicate mortal shell. This was raw. This was unfiltered. This was him. It was something that she didn’t know had been missing. Just being with someone while they are who or what they are. Not pretending to be something else.

The marks on his body would receive her attention another day. There was only a lusty fog in her brain that wasn’t allowing her to fully process some things around her. Her only focus was his hard cock pushing inside of her. She took every inch of him inside of her and wanted to lock him there forever. They were dangerous thoughts, but just lust filled thoughts, right? That was something she could contend with later.

He hit her with the good girl again.

That caused her to melt more into him. Her body was easily manipulated him. He could put her in any position and she wouldn’t fight it, as long as she didn’t lose his touch. She was so easily folded into his arms. Her legs wrapped impossibly tight around him for a mortal, but she had muscle. Her body was soft but also there was a strength hidden underneath her supple flesh. She wanted nothing more to be one with him. If he wasn’t a vampire she might choke him with how tightly her arms were around his neck. Her whole body was pressed into him. It was hard to discern where she started and where he ended. Entwined together in a passion that should not exist between strangers.

His shiver was felt, and it was questionable, but this was her first time having sex with a vampire who did not have to hide they were a vampire. Maya knew that telling him was the right choice. Inner walls gripped him tight to try and keep him inside of her. Each pull back of his thrust was a slight moment of fear that he’d deny what she wanted.

She was so close to that edge she could feel herself starting to slip down a path she might not return from. His demand of her caused her body to slightly pause for a moment as she was processing it. Since this was her first time having sex with a vampire, not one pretending to be human, she wasn’t sure what that meant. Did he want her blood? She had never been bitten before and shouldn’t be bitten. But the temptation to have him bite down her, to feel his fangs pierce her delicate flesh like his cock had pierced inside of her pussy. She did wonder what that would feel like. To feel the hot rush of her blood spilling into his mouth while she spilled her honey over his dick. Or did he mean for her to cum? Her through process wasn’t long, but was confusing to her because of the situation. She didn’t know his cues. She had finally decided.-

“I’m going to cum..fuck..” -she said because she knew there was no more holding on. The remembrance of his tongue lapping over her slit, to the feel of his hardness being engulfed inside of her. Her inner walls started to contract. Sharp nails dug deep into his flesh. Her teeth gnashed against his shoulder, not in a bit but as if she was using his shoulder to hold back a scream that would eventually come. Her whole body started to seize against him. She started to shake as her pussy walls squeezed his cock incredibly tight as he would feel her honey wash over his cock. Her head lurched back and she let out a strangled feral cry, her face twisted up in a euphoric expression. Her nails dug harder into his they pierced his flesh, making small cuts in him. Her body was still rocking wildly against him. This was a pleasure she had never felt in her entire life. It was as if she was being hit by lightening but in the best possible way.-

-Maya loved a vocal man, but when he let out that bestial growl between her legs, her whole body lurched forward with the vibration of it shaking her to the core. The feeling of heat rushed upwards it moved through between her legs into her stomach, into her chest. The heat she was putting out now was enough to immolate her and take him with her. And she would be more then willing to be a sacrifice for this kind of pleasure.

She felt every single nerve ending ignite with his tongue lavishing over her. Her one hand was entangled in his hair the other was doing the shove and pull on his shoulder. As if she was trying to shove him away because the pleasure was too intense but also pulling him in for more because it wasn’t it enough. She wanted to be consumed by him. She wanted to know every inch of him. She wanted to melt into him and never be deprived of his touch again. If her brain was anything but static she might think he was using some kind of pleasure ability, because how he was making her body feel was supernatural.

Her walls clenched together wanting something to grip onto but his tongue was in and out too quickly. She wanted to feel him inside of her, she desired more from him. And the keening sounds she was making was obvious of how insane he was driving her with just the rub of her clit, with the delving of his tongue. All of it was ensuring a complete loss of sanity and control. She didn’t want the control She wanted him to have it. His request to her would be met.-

The hand on his shoulder moved to the hand he presented to her, she placed her hand under it and she gave one violent lick of his hand with her tongue before spitting directly into his hand. At this point what ever he wanted he was going to get. Who was she to deny him?

But that static feeling in her brain started to work its way down, the static started to turn into a trail of fire rippling down from her chest, to her stomach and between her legs where he was he was heavenly sucking at her cunt. It felt as though he was taking her life with him, and she would freely give it.

The feeling of her hand now gently guiding his head up so she could look at him between her legs. The way his nose and mouth gleamed with her honey had her wanting to tear him apart.- “Butch?” -his name was a question but it was the softest voice, such a gentle voice for being spread and exposed to him.- “Fuck me. Please.” -It came out as a soft plea, she didn’t have the constitution he might have had for patience. While she had no problem coming in his mouth, she wanted to know what it was like to feel his cock explode inside of her. Though from the sound of his name and her gentle plea, the shakiness in it spoke that she was ready to release all of the pleasure he was giving her.-

-Her eyes glanced down casually as she the felt of his hand through the fabric of her dress. Slowly her eyes moved up to his and she once again gave him that doe eyed sultry look. The money could almost wait, especially when he reached past her. For a moment her eyes broke away from his before they caressed up his arm and his shoulder before finally rested back on his hazel eyes. They looked darker in this dim light, but seemed to shine brighter this close. The thing was, she was going to charge 20 but she low balled herself. The money felt heavy in her hand with his hand holding hers.

No words were leaving as in a way he stunned her right into silence. Not with his advice of charging more. It was his mannerisms. The way he was completely flirting with her. No, this was beyond flirting. She had to really control her flirting techniques. Except now she was slightly grateful for them. Never in a million years would she have thought he’d taken this much of an interest in her to be moving the hair our of her eyes. Her body put up no resistance to him getting closer.
She closed her eyes and allowed her cheek to nestle into his hand before he moved it away. Plush lips were parted, and a sharp inhale of breath as he allowed his hand to rove down her body to her thigh. There were no defenses for him to break through.

Her arms moved to snake around his neck pulling him closer towards her. There was a hitch in her breathing with her chest rising and falling quickly. The one thing Maya could always appreciate was those who were right up front about what they wanted. Her leg on it’s own accord started to slide up his, her inner thigh rubbing against his before her calf hooked around his back. She glanced down to his lips, and she realized how much she wanted to close that small distance. Before that distance was closed she whispered.- “You know what he’ll do to me.” -she meant if she missed her date with Bast.- “And it’ll be worth it.” -she closed that distance between their lips. Her’s crashed against his there was nothing coy about the way she kissed or the way her body moved against his. Leaning herself back on the desk and bringing him with her. He was trapped in her embrace. Form her arms to her leg. But she had a feeling he was right where he wanted to be.-

-When she passed Russ, she swore it was going to be her life’s mission to get him to like her and to smile at her. Prayers would be needed for him. She moved through store room and made a face.- “Looks like the maids off.” -said to herself as she glancing at the rest of the set up in the room. It all seemed so low-tech, but what people failed to realize low-tech was some of the best. It was better and less easy to crack then hi-tech.

She heard the call and swished her way into the room as if she had been here before. Her level of comfortability in unfamiliar places should always be noted. She moved through every new terrain as if she had been there 100 times before. Her eyes taking note of everything in the room barely moved from looking forward. 

Sashaying over to where he was, she stopped and did a little twirl. However her heels were in her hands because she didn’t trust going on the stairs with them. After her twirl she had lifted one foot up and placed the heel on it and then did the same with the other. Doing a balancing act with ease as she stood one foot on the heel to put on the other.-

“If you must know, I have a date.” -she said so matter of factly, however it wasn’t the date that was important it would probably be who she had a date with. Though unless asked she’d keep that to herself and honestly she might not even be aware of the implications of it.- “It was the only way out, it was either the date or I’d get caught. So I chose the date. Don’t you worry your precious little heart, though. I’m pretty sure it’ll be one time thing. I mean have you met me? I’m obnoxious. Adorable but obnoxious. And he seems a little stuffy, but really cute. Not in your rugged type way of cute. In like a ‘I’ll slit your throat’ kind of cute.”

She shrugged for a moment before lifting her small matching purse up and waved it in the air with a smile on her face.- “But let’s get down to business.” -opening up the purse, a small white bag was produced. High end of course and it looked to be white pristine velvet. Maya walked over towards the desk, she opened the bag reaching inside she pulled out the necklace. Letting it glint in the dim light of the bulbs.- “She really is beautiful. The necklace and the battleaxe I stole it from. She was kind of intimidating to be honest. Either way, here’s your prize.”

-She managed to pull it off, quietly and perhaps a little to quickly. Those were skills. Just as a human she was that good. There would be no doubt that there was talks amongst the Nosferatus about turning her, except she could not be turned by one of them. She was to useful to become like them. Also there was a still a code there.

Standing there for a moment pretending to be Vanna White with the necklace. Allowing her hands to show case it and move it around so it glittered in the light. Placing the white bag on the desk she then situated the necklace on the bag so he could either look at it or pick it up. It was his now to do what he wished with it. –

“Sorry it did take so long, I had to wait for the right moment. Then I found out that your ex was holding a little gala at her new man’s house. Anyways, I just invited myself to the gala and low and behold found the necklace there. I guess maybe she’s planning on moving in with him? There’s boxes..or she’s moving out. I don’t know, but I do care because I’m nosey and want to know. I’ll ask Iggy to find out.” -Ignatius sure know how to pick them, but he seemed to be the closest one to her. Where ever she went he was somewhere lurking in the shadows. Chances are she knew he was there. He was always there when the sun went down. They were best friends and were almost like siblings. She had created a bond with a Nosferatu, had him thinking about her, and now she had a date.-

“You want to sort out payment now? Or you got anything else for me?” -she gave him a bit of a glance over, sure she had a date but that didn’t mean the flirtation stopped. It was a date not a commitment. She knew she was going on a date with a vampire, she had learned how to spot them. She just knew not to say anything that she knew. Butch was different. She knew he was dangerous and yet she didn’t feel danger around him. Not yet anyways. She had taken note of how he coddled her when she brought up the Prince and how sweet he was about it. That was a man she could trust. That wasn’t a test from the Nosferatus, it was her own. And it wasn’t so much of a test as seeing if she could trust him. This might only be their second meeting but Maya had a pretty good read on people. He wouldn’t betray someone for funsies. There would have to be a reason.-

“I highly doubt it’s been some time. Now look who’s lying.” -she playfully chided him. There was something natural about her. Maya didn’t seem to play by human rules nor did she play by vampire rules. Both were extremely dangerous to teeter and yet she somehow managed to balance that line. How she comes off and how she acted might seem like it was fake but this was who she was. A child who grew up on the streets in NOLA, taken in by the Nosferatus it seemed. It wasn’t well known but those that knew her in his world knew that her protection was absolutely other worldly. It was not something she ever spoke about. Even with out their protections she would still be the same young woman sitting across from him. Unless she was either dead or in prison. Those were really her only two options in life. She flirted with death and she was known for a few prison breaks.

She didn’t even try to pinpoint his accent. It didn’t matter to her. All that really mattered was the job. There were few things she cared about but her reputation as a thief was one of them. She also had no idea that he was reading her. She was only a mortal after all. There was no lycan blood in her, no witch, no special human. Maya was a plain run of the mill human with a good set of skills.

Playing coy for a moment, she folded her shoulders in and smiled cutely acting shy and coy.- “I know.” -she said in an adorable voice because she did know she was pretty, and she wasn’t exactly shy about knowing it. She slowly relaxed her body from the marshmallow pose.- “But it’s one thing to be pretty and then to be called pretty from someone like you.”  -this time she gave him a different look, something beyond just innocent flirtation. Maya was trouble.-

“Of course I’ll deliver. It’s just a necklace.” -she gave a shrug of her shoulders because to her it was necklace to him it was something else. But her feelings on the items didn’t matter. It only matter if she got her hands on them. Her eyes glanced to the money and there was no real reaction from her. She had probably stolen that much money before but she then let out a laugh.- “Butch, my sexy soon to be boss, you never show a thief you are carrying. You’re lucky I have some integrity. I’m also so confident in my skills that I don’t get paid till after I deliver. There’s no upfront fee.”

-She then listened as he described the necklace it sounded beautiful and something that a lover would give. It was making sense to her. And for that she was all in. He also called her a battleaxe and that got a hard and loud laugh from her. Oh this was defiantly a job on a ex. She wouldn’t comment on it. Sometimes she would, but honestly who wanted to talk about their exes?-  “Got it necklace, mogul, and a battleaxe.” -she gave him a bit of a knowing look with that. Even with that knowledge her demeanor never changed.

The moment he took her hand, that was the only time he might notice there was a small uptick in her heart rate. Her hand was putty in his. The way she was relaxed and not once did she tense up. She allowed him to move her hand around. She had been expecting his hand to be cold. Her eyes looked at his hand as he was touching, her brows furrowed for just a moment in slight confusion. He could have just fed, she thought.

Slowly she brought her eyes to look up at him under her thick raven lashes. Her fingers lightly curled over his own hand as he was speaking to her. Her face was blank and void of emotion. One moment her expressions were easily readable and the next they could be so blank one would wonder if she was even home. For a beat she said something, but then a slow smile crept upon her face.- “I have a cat named that. So I’m not sure what you are referring to?” -her words were filled with a naivety that only expression confusion.

When he took his hand back she allowed her finger tips to caress his skin as she was wanting just one more small moment of touching him. Maya was good. She had completely took back control of the conversation in such a innocent way that if had not know she was in the know of things, he might have believed her. Maya then grabbed her beer and took a sip from it but never once did she break eye contact with him.-

“We’re good here right? Unless there’s anything else you want to talk about, I’m on a bit of a schedule. But I could always make time if you keep calling me darlin?” -She still continued to flirt, it wasn’t the seduction of Grace this was different. It was just honesty.- “Damn, I never knew that could just..” -she mocked having  a shiver run down her body.- “You’re cute, no strike that, you are handsome. But we’d never work out. Don’t be get all broken up about it.” -she said as she leaned over and running her hand under his chin. Obviously she was joking by her light hearted tone and she started to slide herself out of the booth.- “I’ll leave it on the table for when you’re not paying me. I’m a thief not a prostitute. I don’t look down that though. I have met some wonderful prostitutes. There was this one named Jerry. The women loooooved Jerry. He’s gay, but for the pay he’ll straight  up suck the clit right off you! Well…from what I hear. I never had sex with him. “ -she was a talker but sometimes she was strange. It was a stream of thoughts that left her when she was comfortable and it was worse when she was uncomfortable.-

“Anyway.” -she said as she tapped the imaginary watch on her wrist, in that universal way to let him know they should be wrapping up. She really didn’t have anything else to do today. She was just wanting to make herself seem busy as if she had a lot to do. Mostly she just wanted to go to the store and get some Fruity Pebbles and that was her big planned day. Also she had some leg work to do on the minor heist. This was going to be such a piece of cake.-

-She gave Russ a grin as he spoke about the snitches, she wasn’t always the best at reading people and their moods. If she could it never stopped her from just being herself. The door opening caught her eye. As Butch walked out she turned on her chair, putting her elbows on the bar and she watched him. Her head tilting a little to the side. Maya had no problem checking him out so openly. It wasn’t her fault that she was not expecting Butch, the Butch she heard about to look like that. Her eyes went down to his boots and took note of the. She took note of everything.

Maya wasn’t smiling but more so having a more appreciative look on her face, when her eyes finally tore away from either checking him out or sizing him up the smile touched on her face. It was bright and sunny as if she never had a bad day in her life. Except that would be the farthest thing from the truth. Her past was not really up for discussion as far as she was concerned.

His voice was surprisingly smooth. She thought it sound more like gravel. It did not. At his question he received an affirmative nod of her head while she was smiling. Jumping off the stool where she had been previously seated to move towards the requested destination of the booth. That did seem more criminal activity. When she had jumped up from the booth he’d see that Maya was a tall young woman. Her form was lithe, slender but she was toned and not skin and bones. She was overall a healthy human with a very steady heartrate. The hyperness of her was palpable but she sometimes knew when to reign it in.

Taking a sip from her beer she put the bottle on the table and leaned back a nostalgic smile crossed her face at his question. She didn’t even hesitate to speak.-

“Jacob Kinnamens heart.” -she said with her whole chest and a wistful smile.- “Though you are probably not talking about that. The first thing I stole was a wallet. There’s no big story there. That was the first thing I was taught to steal. Thought I do tend to go for gold watches.” -she said as she then slid his own watch that was on his wrist across the table to him. She did not even seem to have gotten close enough to touch him, but this was an audition she released and he could get angry with her for it. That was a chance she was taking.

Butch’s reputation was not something she was ignorant on. The nosferatus would have told her and she would have heard his name around. There was one Nosferatu outside the bar watching. They were always watching though. So that was nothing new. Dealing with her seemed easy.-

“Do I pass your test or should I do some summersaults, maybe sing? Or a swimsuit contest? I do got some killer abs.” -the way she spoke was never with sarcasm, it was always as if she was curious and looking for clarification.- “I’m not above cheating for the trophy if you know what I mean.” -with that she gave him a little wink before leaning back in the booth.-