Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 3:01:24 PM)
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Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 3:04:08 PM)
The single-story brick was built with typical New Orleans flair. The mediterranean accents were added after the fact. Crawling vines and a small grove of olive trees matched the rustic colors of red clay pots and lacy spanish curtains hanging in the windows. The door to the villa was curiously ajar. Though the evening threatened thunderstorms and the wind was already whipping through the foliage, whoever lived within seemed to enjoy the thought of unexpected company.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 3:10:12 PM)
Amaryllis came upon the address that the Giovanni had texted her. Peering from behind that veil of burnished copper and gold, she pushed the heavy mane from her face as the breeze carried it in a cloud of color against the dusky night sky. Her steps carried her to the door and she peeked in....hand resting against the door to push it further. Her voice carried in the smooth sound of her accent undeniably Rylie. "Hello..." It was question and an announcement all at once.. hello are you here.. and hello i am.

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 3:14:30 PM)
Renzo had resigned himself to an evening in. The door had been left open should some thief find his misfortune in the arms of the Italian. "You are -not- a hapless criminal come to steal my goods. Here I was expecting a meal!" Renzo sighed, it was entirely for effect. The excuse for drawing in a breath of air gave him reason to take in the familiar scent that he had come to expect from the Toreador. She heard his voice come from a room to her left. There in the threshold of the passage, stood his silhouette. "Though..." His voice dropped to a few octaves above a whisper. "I don't think the prospect of a meal has gone entirely missing, don't you agree darling?" There was a flicker of candlelight in the room behind the Giovanni, Not a single candle, but multiple dancing flames that sent the shadows into a vibrant display of light and darkness.

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 3:16:14 PM)
"Please, do come in. It's going to get quite nasty out there tonight. I wouldn't want you...soaked." Renzo ushered her inside with his voice, retreating back into the sitting room from whence he had come.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 3:21:37 PM)
She paused looking out into the night behind her, wind rushing about her casting her hair in disarray and sending that scent into the air even further. She stepped in and closed it finally...her gaze went to Renzo, molten gaze narrowing to make out features in the silhouette and failing she followed behind him. Wetting her lips she breezed into the sitting room and tried to take in and aclimate the surroundings...searching for where he may be, so as not to be taken by suprise. "I rather enjoy walking in the rain...." She said as she looked about. "Do you catch meals quite often by leaving your door open?" And on that note she actually chuckled.. because it struck her as an odd way to hunt.

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 3:27:39 PM)
"Once a year. Not nearly as much as I'd like to. Something thrilling about hunting a hunter. Ironic perhaps. It has a flavor you know, yes, sticky sweet." Renzo reclined into a wicker chair that creaked with protesting wood. Atop a glass coffee table was a candleabra, providing the only lumination within the sparse chamber. A sofa with silky cushions and a leather loveseat finished off the reclining furniture. A bookshelf was surprisingly lacking in books, but rather filled with an assortment of curious trinkets. A human skull here, a pair of ivory dice there. The fireplace that all of the furniture faced was curiously untouched. "Wherever you like darling, make yourself at home."

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 3:30:52 PM)
Renzo himself was wearing nothing more than a black velvet robe. There would be the crimson material of a pair of boxer shorts beneath, silky rather than velvet should she bother to notice. His perfectly manicured nails scratched idly upon the arm of the wicker chair as he watched her, not unlike a predator watching its prey and waiting for the right moment to strike. She could practically feel his gaze linger on the places where he imagined to find the strongest flow of blood: her neck, the dainty wrists, the inside of her thighs, should he get a peek.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 3:35:35 PM)
She stood there, illuminated by the intimate lighting, her hair seemed almost alive, as she pulled at the mass of windswept curls and tangles pushing it behind her. She moved close to him trailing fingertips over the arm of his velvety robe along his shoulder as she moved around him and made her way to the silky cushioned sofa...her voice was amused.."So you hunt in velvet and silk do you?" She slid onto the sofa with a languid grace of movement, her goldhoney eyes finding his gaze as he roamed her, unknowing his thoughts, she was wearing a pair of impossibly tall boots, they topped her knees and came to a stop just short of milky thighs, that were covered barely by a red mini skirt. A black tanktop, and a curious black leather cord tied about her neck...her outfits sometimes seemed to go from classic to modern on a whim, whatever struck her fancy.

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 3:43:30 PM)
"I value beauty and comfort as much as tradition. Doing otherwise seems somehow, boring. Yes, I admit to being positively elitist in my fashion as much as my company. I prefer it that way." Renzo seemed genuinely interested in her clothes and the words that followed from his pale lips were no idle compliment. "I absolutely adore your boots. I can't imagine what would go better to match them other than a skirt. It leaves -just- enough skin to be alluring without sacrificing your regal appearances."

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Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 3:44:41 PM)
(laptop power died! :( )

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 3:44:49 PM)
(juiced now though!)

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 3:45:45 PM)
(( lol.. I thought you got over excited about my boots ))

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 3:48:25 PM)
As Rylie moved past him to find a place to lounge, she felt his fingertips lightly touch her hand. It was a curious touch. His gaze wandered her attire and the words that left his pale lips seemed sincerely interested in her clothes rather than offering a lavish compliment. "I do so adore your boots. And -nothing- would work with those except a skirt. It reveals just enough skin to be alluring without sacrificing your feminine regality. And everyone knows I just love my company to be regal." Renzo winked. "I would ask you what I owe the pleasure of your visit, but I would be a villain and guess you've come here to even our score, so to speak."

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 3:51:13 PM)
She raised an eyebrow at his compliment, and she took a breath crossing her legs she leaned back on the sofa and reached out to toy with the edge of a silky pillow. "I have.....unless you've changed your mind... but I also have a question, on matters that go beyond me..and perhaps you could venture a guess or a way to help me from a dillemma I have.." She gazed at him, from across the way, and slid her hands over the fabric of the sofa..."Have you? changed your mind?"

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Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 4:16:20 PM)
"That you recognize my flighty and fickle nature is fantastically thoughtful. Though I have not changed my mind, as teasing as it would be. I am content to put us on even ground once more. Besides..." Renzo sought her gaze, looking into her eyes with little more than hunger there. "It would taste a lie if I said the thought of your blood spilling over my tongue was anything other than...thrilling." The brooding Italian ran a tongue over the points of his fangs in idle fascination. "But, because I know the delight of postponed pleasure, let's have a chat about this concern of yours. And if that bitch Lady Luck is on my side tonight, maybe I'll even convince you that we would make something of a dominating pair."

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 4:18:58 PM)
Renzo lifted his face a little, giving his strong jaw the statuesque beauty that only candle light could offer. His lips were pale red, like a hungry rose waiting for nourishment so it might burst into color. His raven-black hair framed high cheekbones and the full features that spoke of his entirely Italian ancestry.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 4:20:14 PM)
She chuckled... her eyes flickering slightly as she considered. "Why Alteo....I thought you knew that bitch works for me, and me alone..." She purred out...continuing her dalliance with the pillow...her gaze lingered on him and she said. "I struck a deal with a Tremere..." She watched to see what that would elicit in response as she added. "He wants help in getting something....and I don't know how in the fuck I can do it.." She let her words trail off as she gazed at him, admiring his features...the swarthy olive complected italian with his brooding chocolate eyes tempted her...and had from the moment she had laid eyes on him, the evening the Elysium blew up.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 4:25:15 PM)
.

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 4:25:18 PM)
At the mention of Tremere and deals, Renzo sighed. The exhasperation on his lips was matched only by the disgust that was plain to see in his eyes. His words continued the story revealed in his features. "What contemptable creatures. Those pricks give arrogance a bad name. Self righteous know-it-alls. All of the flaws of my family past time with none of the refined taste we offer." She had not seen Renzo so complete in his dislike for something. "Go on then darling. Tell me just how fucked you really are. What demand has been laid upon your beauty and relative innocence? Oh! Did I say innocence. Silly me." A smirk now, it seemed playful on his lips.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 4:30:10 PM)
"Nothing horrible... in fact I stand to gain anyway I decide to play the game..." She purred.."The Whip, Mensonge...he has asked for my help in procuring something..." She lifted a shoulder. "If I can help, he offers me a boon unquestioned in the future whenever I call to cash it in..." She watched his distaste and grinned...her sultry voice crooning. "If I cannot procure what he wants, no harm no foul....he owes me nothing.." Her eyes danced... "Its what he's asked me for that gives me pause..." She stood then, and moved to his chair, sliding into his lap, forcing him to adjust to accomodate her form her words near his ear. "I much prefer your refined taste, to Mensonge's boring demeanor ...And Alteo, you wound me that you would consider me so naive to get myself in deeper than I can swim..." She let her pale fingers guide his chin up as she gazed into his eyes from her perched seat upon his lap.

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 4:36:06 PM)
When Rylie settled into her new place, Renzo looked at her with an almost casual look of surprise. The effect was short-lived. He considered her words as fingertips found themselves exploring the contours of her boots where the material met the skin at her thigh. Renzo appeared to be a man who enjoyed sensation; whether offered by sight, taste or in this case: touch. "And yet, you seem so delightfully deep in my company. I hope you do enjoy the swim." He jested, his gaze transfixed upon the pale skin of her cheeks, framed by contrast of vibrant red. Desirous thoughts, hungry thoughts, played like a slideshow of emotion in the depths of his eyes. "And what does this boring gentleman ask of you, sweet thing?"

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 4:45:20 PM)
"3 Kindred....to test on, Kindred that if go missing will not be sought after." She laughed then, at the ridiculousness of it all.. "I obviously told him it would have to be Sabbat, because the Prince would flip his nutsack otherwise....and well...I don't even know how to procure that, and I'd be risking my beautiful neck to get them anyway....but I have considered that you might know a way....so here I am Alteo.....so very very deep in your company..." Her mouth curved and she trailed her fingers up over his jaw line a soft sweep of the tips of her nails and the pads of her fingers a lovers carress...her head tipped forward cascading waves of vanilla and cherry blossom scent about them in a semi curtain of those copper tresses. Her eyes stayed on his, a dangerous game she played, prodding the lion to eat the lamb...her fingers continued their soft carressing of his jaw and cheek and she brought him back to the question at hand...soft words.. "So should I give up the thought of being owed an unquestioned boon

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 4:45:29 PM)
"So should I give up the thought of being owed an unquestioned boon by a Tremere....or should I go to my Prince or even his own Primogen, and give up the Whip for his foolish request....?"

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 4:56:07 PM)
"Sounds like either way you'd be giving up something. How simply dreadful! No. You don't strike me as the type." The hand at her thigh rested still a moment, idly waiting. She felt the fingertips of his other hand tickle the back of her neck. Fingers curled into the cascade of red curls. There was a twirling and she felt his hand there form a fist, trapping her hair against his palm. The tug he gave was almost gentle, it was the shadow of violence there that met with the lengthening cainines of a smile that seemed to be meant only for her. "There is another group of unfortunates. The arabs, the gypsies and those strange animals from Egypt. None of them hold any rights in your Camarilla. Draw from them. I might even delight in helping you..." Was he offering services to her? Perhaps. Was there a catch? When -wasn't- there a catch? She could smell the aftershave on his skin when he leaned close. He was so close in fact that when he spoke again, the movement of his lips brushed against hers in something resembli

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 4:57:26 PM)
in something resembling a kiss. A breathy whisper now. "What ever will you do when all of these sweet plans come to fruition and you are without contest, without struggle. Who will you share your spoils with?"

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 5:02:54 PM)
"Why Alteo... I thought we were clear that I would be sharing them with /you/..." She chuckled then....her words just as soft and dark as his own. Her eyes showed a fierce rebellion to being trapped by her hair, and they also showed excitement at the dangerous game they were playing with each other. Her eyes considered what he had said.."So then....." She leaned closer..."Will you help me make the Tremere indebted to us.." She made it about them, her clever eyes never leaving his....her mouth brushing his softly her fangs extended softly as she deepened the kiss and grazed his lip with them pulling back.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 5:13:38 PM)
(just making sure lol)

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 5:14:43 PM)
Rylie could feel warmth rush into his skin. He was burning blood, for her, for himself, for the moment even. He let himself revel in the intimacy as if it were some precious thing to hold on to. The feel of her soft lips, the threatening points of her fangs. He almost growled with desire. Her words sounded far away, a siren's voice of promises. Renzo blinked. It was only by virtue of will alone that he postponed the deep taste of her vitae. If only by minutes. "I am sure of myself darling. To the point you call arrogance. But I also know one of the reasons I am undeniably enamoured by you is the fantastic way you play this game. You speak of 'us'. You talk of sharing with me. Words, darling. As much love as you make to my ears I would wish to see the action repeated by that beast that lurks within your heart." Renzo's hand slid up across her thigh, past her miniskirt and hip, to rest a palm between the swell of her breasts. "Are you willing to give to me again freely, what I stole out of desire once before?"

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 5:19:40 PM)
(( can you gimme a sec))

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 5:19:50 PM)
(( kids lol ))

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 5:19:52 PM)
(np! I'll go refill my tea!)

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 5:19:57 PM)
(take your time. :)

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 5:38:27 PM)
(( omg sorry)

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 5:38:54 PM)
(All good! I was busy with speghetti. Yum!)

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 5:38:59 PM)
(( LOL ))

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 5:42:32 PM)
She stilled in his arms and looked at him with a glance of suprise one hand coming to rest upon his own at her breast....a breath came out between those dusky lips and she drew her other wrist to her mouth, her bottom lip dotted in crimson...as she held her now blooded wrist out inbetween them...her words were soft and serious full of promise. "You first Alteo..." And Amaryllis offered him, a taste of what myths were made of...golden honey eyes never leaving his.

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 5:50:30 PM)
Renzo looked askew at the wrist offered. The laughter that left his hungry mouth was like a chime of incredulousness. "I am no distant friend or childe to be fed like that. No, let me give you a lover's kiss." The hand upon her bosom clenched into the fabric and pulled. Preternatural strength gave force to his need and desire. When the flesh upon the swell of her soft feminine curves was revealed he growled wantonly. The hand which had been playing in the luscious locks of her hair tugged in an effort to arch her back and present the dish in all its glory. She felt his lips fall against her breast. The bite that followed was unparalleled in its agony. The Giovanni's curse was hers to witness. As the blood spilled out across his lips, a soft tongue caught the drops which promised to otherwise escape his thirst. He swallowed, deeply, fully. His eyes closed in utter ecstasy. Not even mortal sex felt this good. Renzo's promise was kept and in that brief passage of seconds, he was content.

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Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 8:24:10 PM)
Her shocked molten eyes flew wide, and her back arched in the feral motions of his bite. Lips parted fangs bared and a grimace. She shuddered violently as he partook of the vitae he had wanted, not what she had offered…wrist still bleeding out slowly. Her eyes fluttered closed as her arms went around his neck holding his head to her chest. “Renzo…stop…” She pulled at his head softly to pry him free..

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 8:31:55 PM)
He didn't want to. Reason was lost to the beast. The soft skin, the deep wound. The feel of his fangs sunk into her flesh. It was all too much. But, with her help, with the pull of her hand, Renzo's mind returned from its feral lust. The vampire licked his lips, catching the last drops of her offering. His tongue flicked against the wound at her soft swell, sealing the puncture left by those two fangs. Heady with the rush of ecstasy, he lie his head against her chest, breathing erratic. The sensations were all too much for him. "My my, you are -so- sweet. Who ever knew your family could be so tasty? Simply delicious." His voice was deep in lust, heavy with the offering he received.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 8:39:19 PM)
She held him to her, hand stroking through his dark locks. Her voice was soft. "I'm glad you approve ..." She continued stroking through his hair down to his neck, fingers along his jaw lifting his face to look at her. Her eyes were curious, staring at him in an almost dumbfounded awe. She swallowed and gazed at him for a long moment before her voice found itself again. "So we now are on even footing again...." She didn't look as sure as she had been before, she felt that possibly they had just taken one further step into madness....clasped together in the faint light offered in his sitting room.

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 8:45:41 PM)
Where she might have found herself unsure, the certainty of his resolve was never more clear. A recent feeding had the effect of mental clarity. The candleabra cast his face in an array of dancing shadows. The blood stained lips, the discheveled hair, the new look in his eyes for her. It was as if he were seeing Amaryllis for the first time. "Suddenly, you do remind me of the rose in the story." His fingers reached out. Where a mortal man might have been drawn to the curvature of her feminine gifts, he found solace in her eyes, in the height of her cheekbones, in the sultry pallor of her skin. But, Renzo had never been a naive Italian, nor one of particular silence. His words were almost serene. "Yes, we're even at last, darling. Your obligation and honor is safe in my mutual affection." He licked his lips once more as if trying to savor the memory of that lost moment.

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 8:46:57 PM)
Renzo's fingertips touched her cheek, thumb caressing her lips. "And it is here where our tale may find its final chapter, should equality be what you were seeking."

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 8:54:32 PM)
"I much prefer the idea of our duel continuing from here...." She gave him a maddening grin and bent forward capturing his mouth with a hungry kiss before she let go of his head and pushed his shoulders back standing from his lap his hand still tangled in her scented long burnished locks...her voice a purr. "I like knowing you will think of me....as I think of you, and the maddening feel of wanting to see me will overtake you...as we battle to see who will be the first to give into our desire....will you win, or will I truly become your Princess....I dare say its something I cannot wait to find out...." She grinned at him.. he had duped her before...had she not been as ready tonight, she might have given in to a second taste of him...but something the Harpy had said to her last night had left her feeling just south of those feelings. "How many drinks has Dr. Hazard had of you....?" She put it out there and looked at him seriously, still half bent over him waiting for him to release her hair.

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 9:05:14 PM)
Renzo smiled, not unlike that of a child who had been caught with a hand in the proverbial cookie jar. "Shall I kiss and tell darling?" His fingers lingered in her hair. The Italian was pondering something before he released those red locks, almost with disdain "For want of knowing that beast inside you better..." The words sounded almost sad. "Oh, for you I might say what past I have had. But I dare to not to make a habit of these intimate things." Then his tone became almost diplomatic. "I will tell you that I have had fewer tastes of her than she has of me. And in fact, should you and I share each other again, then it is without a doubt you would have more sway over my heart's blood..." Then he looked away, there was something else now. A sense of loss perhaps? The look on his face was one familiar to that of a gentleman who has lost something. Perhaps even something dear. "I have not seen her in many months. To where she has gone, I do not know. Nor, simply, did it seem I was worth even a letter of fucki

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 9:06:28 PM)
worth even a letter of fucking dismissal." Then his accent changed abruptly and the Italian that spilled from his lips sounded more vulgar than any English he could attain. "I servi maledetti del dio ottengono più meglio."

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 9:18:24 PM)
She stood straightening, her lithe curved form before him still as she shook her hair about her, to get rid of the feel of his hand in her locks. Her chin lifted and she watched him carefully taking in his words with a brow darting ever higher on that sweet face. Her accent thickened as rage hit her at his seemingly easy cast off of her over the Malkavian..."Don't you dare fucking push me away because I call you on a rumor I heard.. and the fact that it is true and you pine for her, makes me feel like some cheapened replacement....do you know why I let you taste me Alteo..." Her rage was written in those flashing eyes of amber..."Because I GAVE YOU A CHOICE, to be tied to me or not.......YOU CHOSE ME.....something you didn't think I deserved the luxury of... but I will never be anyones puppet ever again... " She spat out with an acrimonious flair her eyes faltering as they landed on the floor at his feet. "And don't fucking speak your native tongue to me unless you mean to translate..." She pulled her wrist

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 9:20:10 PM)
she pulled her wrist to her mouth licking it clean, as it had been steadily dripping on his floor. She looked at him again softer this time her attraction tohim evident even in her anger. "I will not be a replacement as much as I swear to never be a puppet....." And she turned to maker her way out, she was a beast, a vampire but she was also a woman,

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 9:31:34 PM)
oh and make* her way out

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 9:40:33 PM)
The words that spilled from Rylie's lips were surprisingly scathing to Renzo. Moments ago he was drunk with the taste of her, now he was swallowing her scorn. It was all so infuriating and exciting at the same time. Renzo had a beast who lived for the thrills of all undeath had to offer. And now, it held the promise of an arguement. The anger that fueled Renzo flowed through him with the burning of blood. It gave vampiric quickness to the speed at which he moved in front of her, fangs gleaming with latent hunger as he snarls back. "Now who is pushing who away. Oh, darling, you've gone and shown off an arrogance even -I- might be ashamed of. If shame was something capable in a Giovanni." Renzo took a step towards her, almost daring her to challenge his words as untrue. What he said, the words themselves were deceptively kind. His tone told another story. He was beastial in his anger. "I did choose you. Not for replacement or for puppetry. Call me a liar, call me a monster, but do -not- call me a fool. Easily,

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 9:41:59 PM)
Easily I could have let you go from that limo, without reason for those emotions you now harbored for me. I could have manipulated you, poised you, moved you. I could have even whispered to the Prince that his newest Primogen wasn't as objective as she should be. Did I? No. I didn't."

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 9:42:05 PM)
(More!)

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 9:45:23 PM)
(( wait... is there more? or were you asking for more of her bitchiness?? LMAO ))

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 9:45:40 PM)
He swallowed, the taste of her at the back of his throat almost too distracting to go on, the power in his words given strength at the thought of her skin beneath his fangs. "As for Dr. Hazzard. I respected her. She was a predator unlike any I've ever seen. Unlike you could -ever- be. That was what I adored about the woman. You are different. With you, it's a different attraction. You have qualities she could never have, ones that intrigue and fascinate me. Oh yes, I chose you darling. And if I were so certain you would have chosen me then perhaps my initial deception was unecessary. But, so certain I am of your political prowess, I knew my odds of your favor as anything more than a friend. Even if there was something between us. Your fabulous quest for power and intrigue in the Camarilla would leave me as nothing but a tool. Well, pardon me darling, but fuck that!"

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 9:45:45 PM)
( n/m LOL )

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 9:45:57 PM)
(Now I'm ALL for more bitchiness! Bring it on!)

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 9:46:07 PM)
(Rylie is so awesome when she's bitchy! woot woot!)

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 9:46:29 PM)
(( LOL ))

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 9:57:22 PM)
Her chest rose, and fell....eyes flickered with hate, with want and need...and with hurt that she knew she shouldn't have. Damn him..How dare he do this to her. How dare he be honest. Her hand itched in the palm, to find his jaw with a hard slap....restraint was not her strong suit, but she managed as she narrowed those honeyed eyes that had promised him things moments before. Her silky voice echoed in his ears as she spoke with a dignity and grace that befit one who had gained as quickly as she had, the position she held within the Camarilla. Her words were careful...and gaurded...yet what remained of her soul was bared in them plainly. "Do you know...I remember you from before my acknowledgement....did you know that? And when you strolled into Elysium late the evening of my introduction to Vedmundr...I watched you then.....curious of you....your cocky demeanor was intoxicating and the fact that you were not bound fully by the rules that bind me, I envied you your freedom...and then again, because I fingered

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 9:57:51 PM)
(( damn it.. one sec.. finishing what she said ))

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 9:58:05 PM)
(all good! :)

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 10:03:50 PM)
because I fingered you as the guilty party that fateful evening, do you remember the following night, at the scene of where you lost your precious vehicle.. do you remember speaking with me then....do you remember anything before the evening that we shared wine at your families restaurant? Much like my namesake Alteo... I was infatuated with you from the beginning when I kicked that same restaurant door, and you swore at me....and Michael Poe introduced us in a parkinglot....do you remember that evening Renzo...." She spoke with a lifted chin...her eyes never leaving his. He had taken what she would have freely given..not giving her a chance to do so out of his own selfish want.

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 10:10:38 PM)
"Oh, I remember. How regal you were, certain of yourself. Kicking at doors that -dared- to be closed to you." He laughed, despite the fury dancing in his eyes. "Dear me! I seem to have gotten you -all- wrong." The sarcasm in his voice undeniable. "Well, since you would have so easily offered what I took, you wouldn't give a damn about anyone finding out about our little tryst." Then he rolled his shoulders, dropping the velvety black robe on the ground. His olive skin was vibrant thanks to her and he seemed to have no qualms proving the point with visual aid. He took another step towards her. "Or, I am truly wrong." The sarcasm dropped. "And you really would have tasted me without such cunning measures. But, if that -is- true. What stops you now? A Prince? A vampire with a big mouth? A Harpy?" Renzo gave her a smoldering look that was almost an unspoken dare. Another step forward. She would have to back away now or feel his warm skin pressed against her discheveled wardrobe.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 10:23:32 PM)
She didn't move, allowing him to press against her. Her eyes did not leave his, smoldering gold and tawny as she stood her ground...her hands reached out as if of their own accord, and carressed up his arms....landing at his shoulders, her left hand moved to his jaw and she held it between her thumb and finger. Her voice was hot... her breath cool. "You yourself told me your goals for me Renzo...." She purred out switching tactics...he pressed her desire, she would do the same to the half naked Giovanni....she moved against him, hips moving in a fashion that bordered criminal in some states... "So do not dare spin this as if you chose me for anything other than a means to an end, its an insult to my intelligence.." She countered with a growl, as she leaned her face in and whispered along his jaw to his ear she told him truthfully.. "Had we continued down the paths we were treading before your games in the limo... I would have tasted you my Alteo....and what stops me now my Lover...is the fact that the next ta

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 10:23:42 PM)
and what stops me now my Lover...is the fact that the next taste, will be my blood on your lips once more....before I give in to the urgent need to taste you, you will erase all others before me...or this will never continue and it will be I who whispers to the Prince of your treachery...." She promised with a nip to his ear, the last of her words whispered on a panted breath as she resisted the urge to sink her fangs into his neck and take exactly what she wanted.

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 10:35:35 PM)
Renzo tilted his head down against her right ear, drawing a deep breath to he might taste the scent of her on the back of his tongue. The motion of her hips brought thoughts of mortal passion mingled with vampiric abandon. "I remember telling you that I desired to see you as Princess." He whispered as she felt his hands slide over those womanly curves that promised and denied all at once. "That was what I could help you achieve. God damnit woman, do you think you have nothing to offer me but a means to an end? You are of a family I consider equals to my own. Who could not appreciate a clan of vampires dedicated to the pursuits of the beauty and joys of our monstrous existance. I want you because you offer a flavor in my dark evenings of the likes I know will never offer itself up again." There was no shame in his declaration, only abject certainty. "Come now, let's storm the night as an undeniable couple. I will be your Alteo and if I must bear the stake before you do, if only to prove my sincerity, then you

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 10:36:48 PM)
have challenged me and I accept. If this is all it takes then you will know. You. Are. Worth. It." And he pushed her back against the couch, moving to kneel in front of her so his lips might trap hers in a kiss.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Apr 26, 2011 10:45:34 PM)
She met his kiss with passion, hands snaking through his hair to keep him pressed to her, legs and arms tangled with his on the couch. "This is madness Renzo.." She whispered softly against his kiss..."Madness...and let us not regret..." She clung to him, not willing to taste him again less he did so to her first...and hoping he left those measures alone and chose to prove it by allowing them to proceed as they had started nights earlier...one cat and one mouse, the other not knowing which was which.

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 10:55:04 PM)
Renzo was thrilled to be the guide of their mad abandon. "Oh, how I -adore- it when you talk dirty." He snarled against her lips, tasting her with a quick touch of his tongue. His body pressed firmly to hers. Kisses cascaded as generously as the threat of his fangs dragging across her bare skin. She felt him above her, fingers pulling at clothes, needing to feel her body as naked to him as he hoped her motives were. Renzo might not have been able to find absolute truth in the beauty of her bare form, but he certainly seemed eager to try. In a moment he was playing the cat, making good on an unspoken promise that began in the back of a limo. He bit down hard upon her throat, fangs pushing deep. Blood spilled. He drank. He didn't care in that moment if she was honest in her own feelings. All that he wanted was there in that moment. Her. Her blood. Her body. The ability to speak was quickly losing itself to wanton pleasure and she heard him growl against the wound he made. "Drink. Drink now. Begin our story. Let

Renzo Giovanni (Apr 26, 2011 10:55:23 PM)
Let's see where this dark and lusty road takes us..." He pulled away for a brief moment to meet her amber gaze with his, the look in his eyes longing.

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