Residences of Nachton / At 3rd floor, Fifty-third and Elm / Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago

At 3rd floor, Fifty-third and Elm

At 19.04 Arons finger pressed the doorbell at Meegans door. His jaguar was parked outside the building, he fully trusted the rather sophisticated security system to make sure people didn't run away with it. He had thought about wearing a tuxedo, after all it was a dinner date, but he had thought the better of it. Americans were less formal and he sometimes got the feeling that tuxedos intimidated them. Instead he was wearing a black, casual blazer. Tailor made ofcourse, Aron wouldn't have dreamt of buying one in a regular store, but fairly casual non the less. The black walking stick was at his side as always, polished and fitted with a head of brushed steal instead of the regular silver one. He was curious about this evening though, he was usually the one inviting ladies to his house and yet he had received two invitations this week. Womens liberation was something Aron was whole-heartetly for, after all it usually proved to his own benefit.

Meegan 18 years ago
"I am surprised to find a British man who enjoy finer quisine than over cooked meat and fish and chips."

Meegan's lips curled into a slight smirk as she took her seat. Playful banter was one of her favorite past times and Aron was turning out to be a good partner. She picked up her glass.

"What shall we toast to?"
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
"I happen to love most things about england actually...Though the weather and the cooking are not included."

He looked into the dark liquid, seeing his own relfection, then raised the glass and answered.

"To pleasure"
Meegan 18 years ago
'How vague and intriguing all the same time.'

Meegan raised her glass.

"To pleasure." She sipped from her glass letting the wine roll over her tongue, over her cup, her grass green eyes sparkled.
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
Aron felt the wine in his mouth, like Velvet over his tongue. A brilliant wine, so close to competing with its other red cousin, and yet lightyears away. Nothing could compete wih the sweet taste of blood. Aron licked a drop of wine from his lips before putting the glass down.

"Fantastic aftertaste...Will go very well with the coq au vin I suspect...very well indeed"
Meegan 18 years ago
"The we should find out." Meegan set her glass down and gestured to the serving utensils in the coq au vin "Please, go ahead."

Her hand moved to the large silver spoon in the leeks, as she waited for Aron to serve himself.
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
Aron filled his plate with the coq au vin, wondering if Meegans cooking could compete with her taste in wine. There was however only one way to find out. He got some on his fork and ate it. It was not Jeeves coq au vin, nor the one whe would've expected to find at a better restaurant. It was however quite...

"Splendid. You're not such a bad cook you know...I mean..for an american" he said with a teasing look in his eyes.
Meegan 18 years ago
"I'll tell Emeril next time I see him, that a Brit approves of his recipe." Meegan scoop braised leeks on her plate, and put the spoon with in Aron's reach before turning to the chicken. She placed a breast piece on her plate, and took up fork and knife.

"Since you know what I do for a living, Aron, I find it only fair that you tell me what you do."

She slipped a bite of chicken into her mouth and sighed around the wonderful flavors that bloomed around her mouth.
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
Aron laughed and added a small pile of scoops to the chicken on his plate.

"Easier said than done, I'm afraid. I guess the closest thing I can come to it is to say that I sell and buy things, information in particular" He took a sip of the excellent wine.

"Ofcourse others woud claim that I had gotten my intire fortune by being a bloodsucker, though I think that's a rather unfair statement"
Meegan 18 years ago
"I don't think I've ever heard an information broker, or as we like to call them in America; spies, called a bloodsucker before."

Meegan chuckled and pulled a bite of leeks off of her fork. Setting her fork down she dabbed at her mouth with a pale gold napkin.
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
"Spies?" Aron laughed.

"You think you're having dinner with James Bond?" he said chuckling and sent a forkfull of food into his..

"I'll have to disappoint you I'm afraid. Despite certian similarities, I do not work for MI-6, or any other spy organization. The information I trade in is legal, and usually fairly boring. Knowledge is everything in buisness you know...."
Meegan 18 years ago
"Ah, you're one of those people. I had a man like you recently try to buy Gothic-ah with me attached. I didn't exactly care for his tactics. I can see why people call you a bloodsucker. If you are anything like that man, then it is fitting."


Meegan sipped thoughtfully from her wine before speaking again.

"I was told once that the majority of the spy trade is legal, only the stuff you read about in fiction stories is illegal."

Meegan looked down at her plate and realized she had already eaten half of what she'd put there. She took a moment to tune into her body and found herself full. She set her fork down and slid her napkin next to her plate.
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
Aron sighed. "It seems you keep getting the wrong impression of me. I do not deal in hostile takeovers at all. It is...not my style. The companies I happen to do own were built by me from the ground. The information was used to figure out when and where. Nothing more, nothing less. Knowing that two large companies are merging, half a day before they announce it, knowing that there'll be a need for more houses in some town in 5 years. Knowing when to give a little company that extra loan that means they'll be a sucess..."

Aron finished his food, and placed his knife and fork at twenty minutes past four.
Meegan 18 years ago
Meegan smiled thoughtfully and sipped her wine, finishing the glass.

"It seems to me Aron, that you are nothing close to a bloodsucking, egotist who buys companies then sells them off a piece at a time. No it seems to me that you are one of those rare business men who care about the people and the business you are buying. I respect that."

She stood and took her plate and glass to the sink, then turned and leaned on the counter.

"So that begs the question of why you got the reputation of earning your money by being said bloodsucker."
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
Aron studied Meegans delightful form for a moment before taking his empty plate and glass and walking over besides Meegan.

"Easy to answer. My buisness runs well, very well indeed actually...At times where every other buisness seemed to be in trouble, mine was still running strong. Some people will, rather than face their own mistakes and learn from them, blame someone else. Some people..." Aron turned his head and said in a soft, low voice, almost a whisper "get jealous."
Meegan 18 years ago
Meegan's body refused to move. Her brain was telling it to move over or take the man's dishes, but it just wouldn't respond. She took a deep steadying breath and was finally able to move over slightly so that Aron could reach the sink. When she could speak her voice was low and full.

"I know exactly what you mean." Her gaze met his and she found herself caught in the emerald pools surrounded by raven lashes. That little voice in the back of her head reared up. 'Snap out of it, Amelia.' It was enough to bring her crashing back to earth and she tore her eyes from Aron's






((Amelia is her given name, Meegan is her middle name and the one she has used since childhood, in case you were wondering.))
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
Ama...Ema...Emily? No, he couldn't make it out, and it didn't fit any of the names he knew in connection with her. He placed the dish and the glas in the sink, and put his hand on her shoulder. The skin was softer than he expected, like silk. He gently ran his thumb over it and in a soft voice said.

"Do you?"
Meegan 18 years ago
Meegan managed to continue to breath when he paced his hand on her shoulder, and when his thumb stroked her skin. She even managed to ignore the taunting of the little voice, well most of it. 'Amelia, he even smells dangerous, not even Dill would come in and greet him. Doesn't that say something to you?' She sent the voice a mental kick. 'I'm begining to think Dill doesn't like straight men.' The voice gave a small cry of frustration. 'No Amelia, he doesn't like dangerous men.' Meegan stuck out her mental tongue. 'Stop calling me Amelia.'

The conversation had been lightening fast, completed in the time it took her to draw breath to answer.

"A young woman breaking into the fashion world and finding herself being said in the same tone as Gucci and Armani does not make friends in the fashion world that way. Mostly she makes enemies, very powerful ones"Her voice was barely more than a whisper, and it was full of something close to longing.
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
Aron moved his hand from one shoulder and moved so he stood behind her. Her smell was intoxicating. Her neck seemed so tender.

A whisper in her ear. "And thus, giants wll fall and shatter, victims of their own hate and jealousy"
He kissed the side of her neck under her ear, barely touching her skin with his lips.
Meegan 18 years ago
Her heart stopped beating and her lungs stopped drawing breath when his lips touched her neck. She aware of how he ended up behind or or even of her moving to allow it, but she was certain it was where she wanted him. The little voice gave a resigned sigh and hid in a dark corner.

Meegan pressed her body into his, feeling the line of him against her, as her lungs began to work and her hear to beat.

"I would prefer their acceptance over their destruction."
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
"And that, is why you will last and they will not"

Aron moved his left hand from her shoulder onto her breast and gently carresed it, as much as the bodice would allow. He could hear her heat beating, hear her breathing and feel the spark of resistance crumble. His own breath got slightly faster, his heart was beating slightly harder. She was a beauty, a goddess and he was allowed to touch her. He placed his right hand on her stomach and slowly moved it downwards, reaching the lines of her skirt.