What the future holds (Attn:Therese)

Vaughn had moved much of his things to one of the other rooms in the asylum. Tonight he invited Therese there. It was sparse yet but important things had been set up, such a bed, television and desk. He was told by Antoine that the Alpha could not live in such a tiny apartment it was unseemly or something. Vaughn had laughed at his friend. It would be fine for now. He grew up traveling in a wagon so really this was huge by comparison.

He was no longer concerned about what the pack thought of his infidelity. He had spoken all he was going to say in his own defense. He was not going to hide it. However, he was not going to make Therese the object of public scrutiny either. This 'date', if it could be called one, was on pack grounds but not out in the public eye of the Vyusher. Some time in the near future perhaps the rest of the R'asa here in Nachton would see them together but for now he preferred not to share his time with Therese.

He set out the copy of Blade Runner on top of the television set. His personal collection of movies was rather slim but he thought Therese might find it interesting, at least he hoped so.

Vaughn brought out the ice bucket, the bottle of wine and glasses, setting them on a nightstand. He needed to talk with her about what he had learned from the other pack first. It was his sincere hope that she had a good explanation for her actions and that they could quickly put that discussion behind them and go on to enjoy the evening together.

Stepping out into the common area nearest his room, Vaughn sat on the sofa with a book and awaited Therese's arrival.

Therese 12 years ago
Thérèse wasn't so lost in her own pleasure that she wasn't aware of Vaughn. She murmured something low and soft in to his neck as he shifted position and brought them closer together. The idea of spending the night in their own private orgy was rather what she had hoped to hear.

Her breath was only coming in gasps now and it was very hard to form a coherent response, much less say it for she was quickly reaching her breaking point.


"We have the day too..."

One day, the Pack and the city could spare him for one day, she was entitled to that much selfishness. At least Thérèse thought she was. Under other circumstances she might have laughed, for that is just what they had agreed to when snow bound. They could have each other for one day.

And then there was no more, pure animal need finally over came any attempts at higher thought. Her lips desperately sought his and what little breath she had was lost to that kiss even as her arms wrapped around him, her nails digging into his back wanting only to hold him closer, to have more of him, not never let go.

The only consolation she could take from this sudden abandon was that there would be a repeat, at some point. Even if it wasn't tonight or tomorrow there was now a future. They would have the leisure to enjoy each other more slowly, more often and more openly.
Vaughn Emiliano 12 years ago
Vaughn smiled at her reassurance that there would be tomorrow as well. He nodded his head in wordless agreement, far too caught up in the moment to respond with anything more.

He held her tight, kissing every part of her that he could manage to reach with his lips, feverishly trying to taste and touch all of Therese. The feel of her was so real and warm that it was intoxicating. The way she moved around him was driving him mad.

Her passionate kiss and the feel of her nails on his back were overwhelming. When their lips parted once more, Vaughn held her close, his face pressed against her chest. The sound of her wild heartbeat hammering loudly was both soothing and arousing, reaffirming with each pulse that she was not a part of his imagination.

As much as he wanted the experience to never end, Vaughn found himself overcome with the need to take in everything at once. It drove him, panting and gasping to climax. He called her name and held her tightly as each wave of pleasure coursed through his body, leaving him spent and shaking. Vaughn clung to her as he slowly regained his senses. Not raising his head, he murmured.

"If we keep doing this, I won't need the heels."
Therese 12 years ago
Hearing her name on his lips and feeling his climax, feeling him fill her drove Thérèse to her own peak. She didn't shy away from his passion and instead clutched Vaughn to her half to keep him from escaping and half to know he was there. Even after the stars and red lights faded from behind her eyes she didn't let go.

For just a brief moment it passed through her thoughts to be glad they weren't in that freezing little cabin. She very much wanted to just collapse on the bed right now and that bed had been musty, dusty, and not conducive to collapsing. This bed was fresh and clean and smelled only of them. But she didn't melt into it, not just yet. Now she supported Vaughn as much as she could.

She laughed lazily, her body still tingled as the endorphins and other hormones calmed and left hr system, it was a pleasant sensation, and ran a hand through his hair.


"But do you -want- to wear the heels?"

With that Thérèse let herself fall over, happily landing among the pillows and, though unaware of it, smiling broadly. So long as they could escape now and then, have time like this, to themselves to be together, she could handle anything the Pack might throw at her and realizing that felt good.
Vaughn Emiliano 12 years ago
Therese clutched him tightly as she came and Vaughn moaned softly at the feel of her clinching around him. He held her just as close, still proving to himself that he could.

The hand in his hair felt good and Vaughn closed his eyes, humming his approval against her skin and nuzzling closer. She asked him if he still wanted to where the heels and he chuckled at the thought.

"No, I much prefer them on you.... besides there's never anything pretty in my size."

He watched her as she slid off him and onto the pillows, smiling broader at the look of happiness on her face. It was good to see that expression when she had so much that had gone wrong recently, and things that were still going wrong. If he could make her smile, even for a while, then he'd do everything he could to do so, as often as possible.

"Now on you..." Vaughn trailed a finger lightly down her chest and belly, grinning with equal happiness. "they are very sexy... we'll just have to come up with an occasion for you to leave them on next time."

He slid his gaze back up to Therese's. "Any fantasies that might have involved that?"
Therese 12 years ago
She stretched, long and lazy from the tips of her fingers to the tips of her toes arching into his light touch enjoying his teasing. And more important the time they had together. She giggled slightly at him, mostly simply because she was happy, well that and he'd caught a faintly ticklish spot, but as he already knew about her feet she wasn't going to let him in on anything else so easily.

Still smiling, and totally relaxed as she hadn't been in days, possibly months, Thérèse picked up a pillow and cheerfully, playfully hit him with it. There was still a great deal they didn't know about each other and she loved him for wanting to know and his light teasing manner in perusing the information.

The smile on his face was perfect, endearing. The memory of it would accompany her to sleep for many night she was certain. Although, Thérèse also hoped it wouldn't be too many nights before she'd be able to form a new memory.

Her expression became knowing her voice lower and smokey. They may have just finished making love, but she was not above preparing for another round.


"Mmmmm you mean perhaps walking into your office, locking the door and wearing nothing under my coat but black lace lingerie and matching stilettos and having my way with you on your desk, not caring who was outside and if they heard us?"

Her face became a study in innocence as if she had simply been discussing the weather.

"Something like that?"

She lounged thoughtfully in the bed, surrounded by pillows, happily playing this game. Her eyes never left his light blue ones. Eyes that had come to haunt her in her dreams.

"Or perhaps you prefer red?"

Thérèse added as an after thought.

"White is certainly not appropriate, and not my best color either."

She added as she picked up his hand and began lightly caressing it, toying with his fingers, tracing the lines in his palm.
Vaughn Emiliano 12 years ago
Therese struck him with a pillow and Vaughn clutched at the area as if mortally wounded while giving her a sad betrayed expression.

Vaughn's eyes widened just a tad and a smile grew as he listened to this particular reason for Therese to be wearing heels the next time they found themselves alone and in the mood, which he would admit had been any time they had been alone so far. He was now impatient to be at the office and was certain that for the entire next week he would spend his time in distracted daydreams of her walking through his door.

He sighed wistfully and then looked her over thoughtfully at her questions.

"Yes, something like that." Vaughn smiled, exactly like that and he could die a happy man. He was even given colour choices. Circling her belly button with his finger, he said. "Red, definitely. It would look so nice against your skin." Black would be pretty but would make her look more pale than she was but the red would be perfect for her.

Vaughn laughed at her refusal to wear white. "A nice ivory would be lovely and still innocent should you ever choose to roleplay." He smirked and ducked away from any further pillow attacks, while quietly gathering up the corner of one of his own.
Therese 12 years ago
His little bit of play acting just made her giggle. Certainly not charitable, but his sad expression was so unexpectedly sweet.

Apparently she'd caught his attention with that idea and smiled her triumph. It was hard not to feel pleased with herself. She just wasn't sure if she had the nerve to show up at city hall, or wherever the mayor kept his offices and do such a thing. It would have to wait a bit, weeks, possibly months, but she was very patient. Or, perhaps, she could alter it to surprise him here. Vaughn must have a work space her on the grounds... still patience.

The little circle around her belly button gave her goosebumps and she shifted a little restlessly under his attentions.


"You've given this some thought then?"

She teased him.

"Of course, I don't have any shoes that will do for such a... well I shall have to do some shopping."

Her cheeks tinged the faintest pink at his suggestion as she half sat up seeking the pillow she'd used earlier. But as he'd already more or less ducked out of the way it was only a halfhearted effort.

"And what ideas have -you- had that involve me in white?"
Vaughn Emiliano 12 years ago
"Perhaps, once or twice during a long work day." Vaughn smiled contentedly, his eyes taking a far off look as he brought back up those tantalizing mental images. He focused on Therese again and his grin widened. "Yes, definitely once or twice."

She spoke of needing to find shoes for this fantasy and he said. "Look I've given you an excuse to shop. How thoughtful of me." Vaughn smiled and slid his pillow over to his far side. He would ask to come along on the shopping trip, especially if lingerie was being purchased but there were several considerations that would make that a bad idea. The first was the media; his recent announcement of his divorce had the reporters watching him extra closely for signs of a mistress. Vaughn really did not want Therese to become involved in all that. After a few months then they could be seen in public and claim that their relationship was a new development. The second consideration was that Therese might want her purchases to be a surprise.

Vaughn grinned wickedly when she asked what ideas he had involving her and white. He leaned down very close to her ear and spoke softly. "Lets start with you tangled naked in my white sheets and go from there." He did want to marry her some day. Vaughn would admit to having fantasies of them as a couple, married and happy with children and a home some time in the future. He would leave the visions of dresses and flowers to Therese. As a lover of art and a woman, Vaughn figured she was far better suited to sorting such things out. If left up to him they would probably be married naked in a quick ceremony followed by a much longer party afterward...for the other people. They, themselves, would sneak off quietly and head off for their honeymoon while they others were still celebrating. Hopefully they could be miles away before anyone ever noticed. However, Therese had never been married before and Vaughn wanted it to be special for her, as big and as grand as she wanted. So long as she was there and willing to say 'I do" then he would consider it perfect no matter what other details were involved.
Therese 12 years ago
That was an expression she could live with, Vaughn rather dreamy and lost in thought. Yes, he could do that any time he'd like and she planned to inspire it more often. Thérèse snatched up his hand and kissed his finger tips one at a time.

"Yes... extremely... and I even have a list now."

The shoes would have to go with everything, but the lingerie... well no... it was no fun if he got to see it before hand. Perhaps she could leave a few ideas where he would encounter them. A catalog or a website or something like that. Not that she would tease him... no not at all. A slow lazy grin spread across her face as she considered the idea

At his idea, with one smooth movement she half tackled him deciding that she wanted to sprawl on top of him or at least next to him. Besides she had to answer the mischievous grin on his face.


"Well you have one of two right now. Just how tangled did you want to get?"

The idea of being completely tangled up together wrapped in clean crisp white sheets unable to really move... Thérèse happily snuggled up to Vaughn her cheek on his chest lazily considering what else could happen if one or the other of them was... tangled up.

"Just promise me no satin sheets. There are very inopportune moments to slide off the bed. It can irritate me."
Vaughn Emiliano 12 years ago
Vaughn watched her curiously for a moment, wondering what other things might be on her list to buy. It was exciting and yet it made him impatient to know what she had in mind. He sighed softly knowing that there was no help for the waiting. Just knowing that Therese could show up while he was working at any time in the future was enough to brighten it considerably.

She asked him just how tangled up he wanted to get. Vaughn considered her and the bed for a moment before shaking his head. Therese then told him no satin sheets. He raised his eyebrows at her and cocked his head to the side. "Do I look like a satin sheet kind of guy to you?"

Wrapping an arm around her as she lay against his chest, Vaughn squeezed her playfully. "I am more of a flannel kind of guy and nice ordinary cotton in the summer. I hope you aren't too disappointed."

He considered all their previous activity and how sated and relaxed he felt. Soon they would be sleepy and not want to move much. Vaughn carefully slid out from beneath her and then hopped out of the bed. He poked his head out of the door and looked into the common room. The reason he picked the current floor that he was on was because not many people had settled in here yet. There was no one out there.

Vaughn closed the door and then leaned against it. Grinning at her, he asked.

"So want to be daring?"
Therese 12 years ago
It was odd to feel so peaceful right now. They'd driven each other to distraction and beyond more than once tonight and yet she still wanted more. Right now though, she was happy just to lay here, certain they had years a head of them.

Propping herself up on an elbow she looked at him critically, trying to ascertain his preference in linens. Thérèse nodded, apparently satisfied with what she saw.


"Non, you do not. But that is perfectly fine by me. Flannel can be cozy. I could find a flannel night gown as well. Something that covered me from neck to toes, it would be cozy."

Thérèse had no issues teasing him. She'd just settled back down happy with Vaughn's nearness. And then... he moved. Propping herself back up Thérèse watched him quizzically, not knowing what he was up to, but disappointed he'd moved away. At least the view was good though. Unabashedly she watched him move naked through the room.

What in the world was he up to?

Daring?

Thérèse raised a dark eyebrow at him. She really did not want to be caught by any other members of the Pack, she didn't want them to intrude on their time. But she also trusted Vaughn, he'd know this and not leave her exposed. Well... not too exposed. She bit her lip, but it quickly dissolved into a mischievous smile and she nodded in the affirmative.


"Let's."
Vaughn Emiliano 12 years ago
Vaughn grinned at her before turning and opening the door again. He peeked out once more before making a beckoning motion with his hand while watching the common room.

"All's clear."

He headed across the spacious area, placing a hand down on the back of one of the sofas so that he could throw his legs over it and keep moving quickly toward the relative safety of their destination. Vaughn paused at the linen closet and grabbed two towels.

Sticking his head into the showers, he looked around for anyone who might also be occupying the public bathing area. Seeing no other signs of life and not hearing any water, Vaughn stepped inside. He waited until Therese joined him and then wedged the little black door stop that seemed to be a staple of institutions everywhere beneath the door. It wouldn't keep one of their kind out but it would let them know that someone didn't want to be disturbed.

Vaughn gathered Therese into his arms and smiled down at her.

"So how hot do you like your shower?

He back them both toward one of the large tiled stalls and slid open the curtain. Leaning in, Vaughn started the water with one hand while the other remained around Therese. He was unwilling to let her go, even for a moment if he didn't have to.
Therese 12 years ago
She was less concerned about being caught naked than being caught with Vaughn. Creeping to the door after him she made her own quick check of the area before running after him.

As she followed she got an idea where they were headed. The late hour was no guarantee that they would be undisturbed. All it took was for one person to come in from a run and want to clean up before bed. But that thought didn't stop her she followed fleetly and easily slid into the showers. She couldn't help but laugh at the little black door stop. There was no way that would stop anyone, but the thought was there.

Thérèse half tackled Vaughn, kissing him passionately.


"Steamy."

She said with a husky growl as she nuzzled at his neck. If she could, she would have slow time to a crawl and stretched the night on forever. As that wasn't going to happen she certainly wasn't going let herself be separated from him until she absolutely had to.
Vaughn Emiliano 12 years ago
He had very little time to contemplate steamy before he found himself tangled in her embrace. Vaughn moaned softly against her lips and pulled her tighter to him, returning her passion with his own. Something about being with Therese made him feel more alive than he had ever felt in his life. He wanted to hold her to him and never let her go.

When they parted, Vaughn smiled at her and shook his head. He reached down and tilted up her chin for another more chaste but tender kiss before turning his attention to the shower. He reached in and let the water begin to run, not too hot but not too cold. They could adjust it from there. In the meantime, Vaughn slid his arms beneath her bottom and picked her up, grinning up at her.

He couldn't fault her one track mind; his had been following the same path from the moment she walked up, looking like the very picture of statuesque elegance. It seemed a French woman's ability to look so beautiful and at ease in anything she wore. She owned it, whatever it was, and made it fashionable by carrying herself with grace and confidence. It didn't matter whether it was an evening gown or a pair of shorts. Vaughn was in awe of that understated charm and sophistication; sometimes Therese made him feel like a schoolboy fumbling around asking a pretty girl out for their first dance. He could not imagine what she saw in him, awkward and shy, an outsider who was horrible with people.

"You make me so very happy. I feel like I'm twelve but I don't recall being this...." He was at a loss for words to describe his state. "...happy as a teenager." Vaughn concluded again feeling a bit frustrated with his failing vocabulary for a moment but he was far too cheerful to dwell on it for very long.
Therese 12 years ago
The soft sweet kiss was welcome. It was tender, it bespoke of more than they physical. She willingly gave herself over to it. It had not been a particularly possessive gesture nor was it an aggressive kiss, but at the same time it remind her that while she had claimed him he had just as surely claimed her.

Later she would worry about the hows and whys this had happened. She really had not set out to look for any kind of relationship, certainly nothing permanent or even long term. But she wouldn't give it up for anything, not if she could help it.

Thérèse let her head fall back and gave a throaty laugh as he picked her up. She locked her legs around him and helped to support her own weight. It was a heady feeling. She rested her forehead on his, meeting his eyes and smiling brightly.


"Horny?"

She suggested impudently. She had yet to meet a teenage boy who wasn't rather sexually charged.

Contentedly Thérèse rested her head on his shoulder his scent filling her, arousing her and reassuring her all at the same time.


"I am glad."

She said quietly. It meant a great deal to hear that he was happy. She feared he would regret this... this mess she had created. No matter what he had said, she was more trouble then she was worth. Who needed a lover controlled by a mulo? Especially when one had an entire pack to look out for?

"You make me feel ... free."

That was the word that Thérèse settled on and it was, for her, a powerful choice. Too often she was a prisoner in her own mind. To feel free was no small feat.
Vaughn Emiliano 12 years ago
Vaughn laughed at her interjection to his thoughts about how she made him feel like a teenaged boy. He ducked his head, looking down bashfully and said. "Yes, you make me feel that too." Looking up at her he favored her with a huge unrepentant grin. "Quite a bit, if I'm honest."

"I do hope you don't mind and that it's not terribly inconvenient for you. It must be terribly taxing to be the object of all my dreams and fantasies. How do you ever get any sleep?"

Therese told him that he made her feel free. It was not the answer he was expecting and Vaughn regarded her soberly for a moment and nodded. "You will be again. Soon." He did not want to remind her too much of this vampire who controlled her but no doubt the monster was never very far from her thoughts. Vaughn hoped that he provided her some happiness and safety, real or imagined from the creature. He preferred that sense of security to be real and he certainly planned on it becoming permanently so as soon as possible.

Not wanting to dwell on those thoughts, he turned around and backed himself under the spray of water so that it hit him first; he was still carrying Therese in his arms, not wanting to let her go. Vaughn watched the water stream down between them and followed its course over pale smooth skin with avid attention and evident appreciation.

"Mmmm, clean never looked so appealing." Leaning forward, he sucked the water gently from her collarbone and then moved in a slow line up the side of her neck. "Mind being on the posters for the city's "Keep Nachton Clean" campaign? I think you would do wonders for the program."
Therese 12 years ago
"Sleep is for the weak."

She said through a grin into his neck doing her best not to giggle. Apparently their separation had left them both with very active fantasy lives. Well it was time to work on realities.

If any one had described this scene to Thérèse a year ago she would have laughed. It wasn't that she was a saint or celibate before but she hadn't been a wanton. But more than that the very -idea- of being love was something she'd never felt before, never planned on.

She wanted to believe him. Thérèse desperately wanted to believe him. Free or not though he knew now and that in itself was some level of security. That was.. it was freeing it was good, it was hope. Those thoughts were quickly washed, literally, away as he moved them both into the water. It was war, hot, perfect.

It was a delicious sight the water washing over him, his hair plastered to his head, she brushed it away from his face so she could still see his eyes. She hummed in pleasure as he explored her neck and collar bone. Her head fell to one side giving him more access. It gave her goosebumps, the sensation of the warm water running down her neck, combined with the soft but firm caress of his lips. Her legs tighten around his waist and she pulled herself closer. The water was forced to change its path over them.


"I'm sure the city council will be happy to approve these. I can just see them on billboards and bus shelters."

Wanting to touch him, know this wasn't one of those fantasies, Thérèse started to lightly massage his shoulders, back and neck as she teased him, and played along with this idea.
Vaughn Emiliano 12 years ago
"Hmm, I have a feeling our posters would end up stolen quite often and end up in the rooms of teenage boys everywhere."

Vaughn leaned down and nipped her neck once more, holding her just a little tighter. "I don't think that I'm willing to share you, even for a good cause. Not yet." Maybe he would feel less selfish after they were secure in their relationship and had spent plenty of time together. Right now he still felt like he could lose her any moment for a disturbingly large number of reasons.

Reluctantly he pulled back from kissing the moist warmth of her skin. Vaughn sighed and set her down, still keeping one arm wrapped around her.

"I suppose we should do the functional part of this adventure first. I'd hate for either of us to be soapy and half washed when we ran out of hot water."

Turning them around so that the spray was behind Therese, Vaughn placed both hands lightly on the sides of her head. Vaughn spoke quietly. "Close your eyes." He demanded softly and then tilted her head back into the water, running his fingers slowly through the dark damp strands.

"I hope this shampoo and conditioner are okay. Tavi makes sure that I have both otherwise I'd buy whatever is handy. She and my aid impressed upon me the importance of healthy hair in the media. It was a long and torturous discussion but the outcome seems to be worth it." He did notice the difference; his hair tended to be dry naturally and the shampoo that he bought left it brittle. Vaughn would admit to himself, and perhaps Therese, that the addition of the conditioner made a big difference in how his hair looked and felt.

"I suppose it is evidence that I can be trained." He gave her a wry grin that she currently couldn't see and sneaked in another tender kiss before putting a little of the shampoo into his palm and massaging it into Therese's hair.
Therese 12 years ago
"Just teenagers?" She teased. "I thought they might appeal to more mature audiences. Either way I wouldn't want to encourage criminal activities."

Thérèse half sighed, half moaned as he nipped her neck. Even with the hot water goose bumps raced down her arms. Her thoughts echoed his, but Thérèse knew that she would have to share him he was the mayor and the Alpha after all. But she knew that was part of how this would have to work and was prepared to accept that.

It was hard to let him set her down, she'd much prefer to remain in his arms, wrapped around him. Just to make her point she slid down him as provocatively as possible.


"I've had more than enough of cold showers."

She agreed reluctantly stealing one quick kiss as she found her feet.

One did not argue with an Alpha, Thérèse simply did as he'd told her. With no further discussion she became quite pliant letting him move her as he wished, smiling quietly at the feel of his hands in her hair. It was a little thing, but still it felt... intimate, domestic.


"It is good you have had some one taking care of you."

Even with her eyes closed she reached out to run her fingers through his hair, not without a bit of fumbling, but she didn't think she'd poked his eyes or something equally awkward. What every they'd sold him on seemed to be working.

A soft chuckle bubbled up and caught in her throat.


"Trained? Really? The wolf becomes a lapdog?"

Thérèse quipped with a bright smile. Yes, she was baiting him, playing, but he still had the advantage as her eyes were closed and her hair felt sudsy. Undoubtedly if she opened her eyes she'd get soap in them.
Vaughn Emiliano 12 years ago
"I was hoping the adults would have more restraint...but you probably have a point. Such a shame. I was seeing a cleaner more lovely city." Vaughn looked down and smiled. "Okay, I will be honest. I was seeing a lovely pair of breasts with." He traced a finger lightly over a droplet of water, following its trail over the mound of one breast. "beads of water glistening on them...very inviting. It definitely makes me want to get clean...or at least wet."

He gently rinsed the soap from Therese's hair and applied a small amount of conditioner. Her hair was not much longer than his own so it was easy to judge the amount that was needed. Vaughn hoped anyway; if not then he could wish for leniency.

Laughing at the comment about him becoming a lap dog, Vaughn smiled a feral grin and leaned forward close to Therese's ear. He spoke with deceptive quietness. "No, this wolf still bites." To prove his point he leaned down and nipped her on the neck. Not hard enough to break the skin but harder than his teasing nibbles from earlier.

He watched her through with half closed ice blue eyes as he spread shampoo into his own hair. Sliding past her, he leaned back into the spray.

"If you would like me to sit in your lap then I might be willing to oblige you." Vaughn closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair to rinse out the shampoo. He leaned back up again and regarded her with an amused expression. "However I think it works much better the other way around."