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[Kella Credence Diesel]

At that moment in time, the best sense ever was the sense of touch. Then again, passion could be driven by sight, smell, hearing, and even taste, but the primary one for her was touch. Just the way he felt beneath her, the way that he touched her, and even the way she could move all made it better. It might not have been the most proud thing to admit, but she was flexible and could do anything to anyone anywhere. Handcuffs, masks, leather, whips, feathers, whatever, she’d pretty much do it. Life offered them all of these senses and she wanted to please each and every one of them. Just being able to touch Nefas, all of him, and knowing it’d happen in return was good enough arousal for her. Then again, she was kind of easy – had to be for her once-was life and even the life she lived now. The best thing that would be able to please the sense of touch would be being pushed so far against his body that there was no air between them, to feel his muscles ripple around hers, and it was a fantastic feeling knowing that it would happen eventually. It was a wonder that she could even contain herself. This was modest to her considering a lot of kinky stuff had happened to her.

Why sex? Why him? It was all she really had left it seemed. Everybody needed to release those endorphins no matter if they wanted to admit it or not. This act of passion, or lack there of in some cases, except for this one for sure, was so much of her past that it was just there. He was there and he wanted it too. Who knew his reasoning? Kella hadn’t had this in a long time and the time was long overdue for it, but it was a fulfillment for the sadness that hovered around her from time to time. For Hell’s sake, she had been with so many men in her life that not once had love escaped into her heart. Nobody could realize how devastating it was for a woman of her age to not find anybody! Nobody! Not even the briefest glimpse of it! Sex was the replacement for it since it would never bestow itself on that chilled heart. Most times, her need to fulfill that pleasure of sense was done with humans. They were easy to manipulate, well all men were, and she could feed on them afterward. She intimidated every male in her coven and those that weren’t expected some sort of favor from the Queen. Sleeping with a vampire from the other side was considered treason. Well, hot damn treason felt so fantastic she could have screamed, letting all of those on the train to hear her.

Who knew where her hands were anymore? Those two had a mind of their own and were just going over every square inch of his flesh. It was certain that they were digging in as if they were afraid he might stop soon and let go of her. Now that would completely suck. If for some uncertain reason Nefas should stop, she would have grabbed any guy in the next car over and took advantage of him. Once her sex drive accelerated, it took a lot to make it stop. The bites and nails that pierced her skin felt so good that he wouldn’t even be able to tell how great it was. What he did only made the rival leader want to touch his body everywhere, to run her tongue over every bit of flesh she could get at, and to please him in so many different ways, in which Kella was certain she’d be able to do. She practically melted at his response. It was a good one. It sounded sincere, but too many had said the exact same thing so she wasn’t sure anymore. In a sick, twisted way, she was so freaking ecstatic that it was Nefas underneath her, touching her, pleasing her, and not a damn was given to the fact that the only feeling she should feel toward him was hatred.

Slouching down to the point where her lips could glide across the soft skin at the base of his neck, practically sucking at it with the long, hard kisses, tempting his skin with pearly white fangs, with one hand at his waist, the other one unbuttoned and unzipped the pants that were clinging to her, even with the little fabric that was there. Her knees were starting to hurt her. It was a sheer sign of getting older. That position would have been able to last forever so many years ago. Oh well, it was a reason to get his hot body on top of hers. Pulling away from Nefas, she moved to stand up and as so, the denim fabric fell to the floor to the point of where it was easy to step out of them leaving her in nothing more than her underwear. Being vulnerable in this outfit was not possible for Kella. Where she stood, she settled on her knees on the floor, not caring what kind of filth, besides her, was down there. Her hands ran over the ledge of his knees and up his thighs, eyes almost pleading him to join her while her smile was radiating mischief and fun. There were many things she could do down there, but that was not going to be one of them. Maybe next time, if for some reason there ever was. He could easily take advantage of her, dominate her, because all common sense had left and she didn’t care who was on top or bottom as long as they finally got to that position.

[Nefas Leonardo Altima]

His eyes burned with lust, something that was not usually found in the range of his facial expressions. He was far past analyzing the ethics, the morals, the consequences. He knew she could do anything, fulfill the sick niches of any man in the next car but he did not want any of that fancy stuff, the simplicity of the initial act was all he needed. His hands, his fingers, both could be used to do what she wanted and what he knew she wanted. His eyes had already taken what they wanted, his teeth, his hunger, all taken care of except for that one last devouring sense of need that she soon gave into. He had given up a few good minutes ago. His mind on fire, he slipped in and out of rational sense and commonality between thoughts. He smiled slightly to himself before his last action rolled into another.

Sensory overload was not something that happened often but the way she moved, the way she starred, the way her words rolled off and her breathing slowed was the only message that came across. His forehead was beaded with sweat, not from being nervous but from how much heat was building up from their activities. He could grin all he wanted but expressions and words only got you so far, and action was what flowed through both of their minds like fish through a stream. This was the greatest feeling, the relaxed and clear feeling of no worries and simple pleasures. This was the good life, the mere beginning was care free, in a place like this very few would think of engaging in such activities but he was already in a state of stress and besides filling a few deep holes in his heart.

He laughed slightly as she became twitchy like a junky for sex. She wanted it, her pants falling to the ground as she smiled at him. Down on her knees, begging for what they both wanted. Her hands dancing along his legs as she grinned up at him. Nefas could think of only one thing to do, he dove onto her, his pants slipping down his legs as he laid atop her. He suckled at her neck like a greedy blood sucker but no teeth, he would not have that. His left hand gliding down her leg, pulling it around him. He ran his fingers up through her hair, kissing her gently as he pressed himself against her, giving her that lack of space between their bodies.

[Kella Credence Diesel]

Lust pulsed through mind, body, and soul much like a wildfire destroying everything and everyone in its cart of death. It was only lust. Hatred didn’t boil up over the rim like a geyser and depression or sadness didn’t engulf her like the waves of an ocean during El Nino. No, not even with somebody so close to her, no doubt to get closer that was supposed to repulsed on status alone. Nefas could have been indisputably the greatest guy in the universe that walked around on a white horse in shining armor, but nothing was going to change the fact that she was as cold as the iceberg that brought down the Titanic that wasn’t bothered by petty facts of stealing a life too often then none and he was…well Kella wasn’t familiar with him, but it was improbable that he was as cold as her. He didn’t strike down humans like bowling pins, which meant there had to have been some compassion flowing around in that sickly, sweet blood of his. Lust was what controlled all of her decisions at that moment in time, but nothing was stopping hatred to run her emotions in the future if she ever encountered him again. When depression flooded the nooks of her mind, her memory would move to this day. That would make her happy knowing the danger she craved had covered her resembling a cloak.

It seemed that Satan had cursed her with getting more than just ‘twitchy’ when it came to wanting pleasure. Wretched, pathetic, and dismal were all words that meant the same thing that could define her completely. The urge was so grand that anything would have been done to get it. It didn’t matter where she got this piece of action from, what it looked like, or what they wanted done. When Kella craved something, she went after it until the ‘sweet tooth’ was settled. Sex, fine wine, blood, or even just riding shotgun in a classic car, she’d get them and savor them. Classic cars – just one more fixation that aroused her. This act of passion should have repulsed her, made her toes curled with disgust of even thinking of allowing it to happen, but this weakness would cause her to savor it. What twisted part of her brain made her so frigid; yet still want to be loved? Life had toughened her up to a point of being callused. If this were a true story, words crumbling upon a piece of paper, then it was certain that it would end in tragedy. It gave the impression that there was no other way. Rival against rival, even with lust entwined, seemed to end in death.

The mere idea of him touching her some more caused her skin to itch and almost burn. It wasn’t out of hatred since lust was the one manning the controls, but out of desire. Some how she knew it was wrong to want him that badly, but it was the only thing on her mind. Evidently it would have been the same sort of burning desire feeling with anybody her claws managed to wrangle around that night. He was just…there. Then again, it was uncertain that it would have been as…passionate. Nefas just wasn’t some random guy on the street; he was the one that she hated, even if it didn’t look like it now. Hatred made things more interesting it seemed. It would amaze Kella in the future how astonishingly great it really felt, especially the way he ended up knocking her over onto her back. It caused a hiss to escape into the hot night air from her lips. He had given her what she wanted; no air between them, yet it still didn’t seem enough. She’d always want more and more until she was fully satisfied with what she got. Rather or not she’d go for it with him was a whole different question. Just the feeling of his body was unbelievably pleasing.

Feeling him at her neck, her jaw trembled as her neck tilted back exposing more of the bronzed flesh at the expanse that held her head up. Soon, her back began to arc, pushing her body closer to his. With her leg wrapped around him, the muscles gave a slight squeeze almost giving the impression that some how she’d fall off, even though there wasn’t much to fall off of. Hands floated down his bare back, a nail occasionally poking into his soft skin before the ran back up his sides, enjoying the feel of the sinew that moved underneath her palms. They moved up into his hair gingerly as she was able to get her lips to touch his forehead, Kella’s tongue running over the flesh. She felt shaky, but it was just the shakes that the train was causing as if it was going to come off its tracks soon by what the two were doing in the last car. It didn’t stop her bottom lip from quivering as her body tensed up with relaxation. One hand detached from Nefas’s black hair to move down his chest towards his waist, grabbing onto the swell of one of his hips. Sweat beads poked up through the pores between her shoulders blades, giving her the most eerie feeling causing a shudder to flow through her body.

(I kind of combined styles of points of view, so sorry if it’s confusing or a let down, I was in a hurry)

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As the train car moved to and fro along the little lines of metal that could hold thousands of pounds, she found the movement a lulling comfort. It didn’t distract her from the man on top of her. Seconds went into minutes; they flew right on by all too fast in her opinion. Kella’s eyes went black from the intensity of the pleasure that Nefas was putting out there for her. So many things happened to send her into an overload, but that was all too easy anymore. Moments fleeted on by, yes she could feel him and resisting was not an option. It was the climax that sucked away at her sweet tooth. A hiss escaped sounding much like a savage beast ready to prey while the one coming from him was soft, at least compared to the other one. Hands groped everywhere that she could get, feeling his trailing along every curve that there was to her body. Things were touched that nobody had touched in a long time for the both of them.

When the two bodies finally pulled away, air reaching the parts that had been hidden by the other, she was gasping for air, feeling the sweat move through her dark scalp, tickling and itching at the same time. Top, bottom, they had switched so many times that it was hard to tell who had what position longer, but that only mattered to those who cared where they were at in the horizontal limbo. In the end, Nefas had wound up on top of her and when all of him finally pulled away, she just kind of laid there, not worry so much about the nakedness, but on what the hell she had just done. Yeah, it had been beyond amazing, even for a normal needed fuck, and the pleasure was still electrifying, but those thoughts haunted through her brain. Was he having such doubts? It was done, that was true, and taking it back would prove to be…difficult. They’d have to live with the situation they had brought upon themselves. As thoughts lingered around her head of death in ways unimaginable, Kella couldn’t help but smirk, watching him out of the corner of her eyes. For a guy that drank only animals, he wasn’t soft…nope, not soft at all.

[Nefas Leonardo Altima]

He looked deep into her eyes as he braced himself over her. He was exactly what he wanted to be at that point. He was sweaty and tired, in a slightly more normal situation he would probably be in a bed, and laying down by now. But who needs beds when you have a ratty old subway car. He couldn't think of any place he would rather be or anything he'd rather be doing. He was spent sweaty and still on top of a very beautiful vampire, most people wouldn't want to be anywhere else either but they weren't, but Nefas was. when he finally got up he wiped the sweat from his brow and found his pants, slipping them on rather quickly then taking a seat across from Kella's spent body. He could simply sit there and grin, a slightly more devilish grin then the one he was wearing near the start of this but still a smile. He had let something go during the course of this little adventure and managed to keep it away. He was different in a good way. His hands now hung off the front of the seat, his bangs slightly damp with the sweat that had not managed to fall down to his forehead. The bites and scratches along his face and neck would be covered by his hood indefinitely for the next few days but the work it would take to hide the remnants of this night would not outweigh the memories now tied to this night. He sat back, a low and dark laugh that sounded more like the amused laugh of the devil yet still laced with the polite accent of Nefas. As it settled he looked down into her eyes. "Tonight you have become my raison d'être, my reason for living yet in essence you will also threaten my way of life. It's quite humorous in the tradition of the French."

He reached down to grab his now torn shirt that was basically ripped and thrown off into the window as they had indulged themselves. Luckily his sweatshirt was taken off before all of this and now laid just beneath the chair he had been sitting in. He would be wearing that on the way out eventually. He could only now soak in the regret and pleasure that had now flooded his mind. Sure the latter did not outweigh his current situation but he would have to live with it now. Someone would eventually figure it out some how but he would try hard, possibly even close the lips of any suspicious parties permanently. This is how much he was dedicated to this, he did not know if she felt the same way but for right now, from his perspective this was turning into Romeo and Juliet but he would not die so easily. He would let this burn like a pheonix feather within a forest fire. This would go down in history someday as the beginning of the end or the end of war. One way or another the elders would eventually chew him out. The chaos that would insue would probably end with him dead but all said and done there was nothing he could truly do now to fix it so might as well live with it and enjoy it.

He got up again, this time to get his sweatshirt which he quickly put on and zipped up. In one smooth motion he leaned down, kissed her forehead, then slid through the gap that had just formed in between the doors. He had a skip in his step and he weaved and ducked through the crowd with the ease of any limber teenager. He was happy, hopefully she was and now he was gone. It was late in the night and the elders would be getting twitchy. He would have loved to stay and chat but there was already the smell of another on him, hopefully know one in his coven would notice. As he got to the base of the stairs he shouted quickly before the doors began to close. "Come find me, two weeks from now in Lyon, I have some business to take care of and they won't be watching me!"

{{Each of those paragraphs is seperate to reply to, kinda weird I know but hey at least I replied.}}

[Kella Credence Diesel]

(Just a little something to close up the thread)

The deed was done, nothing could ever take that back. Their lives might have ended up in danger; it might have even worked out better that way, but what happened from there on was indecisive, except that the elders would be watching them. Her movements the next few weeks would have to be fully analyzed by herself before anything happened. She wasn’t sure how she felt at the moment, laying their exposed tone and all, eyes staring up at the ceiling. It had been great, better then great, but…but what? Even that Kella didn’t know. A grin plastered itself upon her face as she began to find all of her clothes that had wiggled their way in all odd sorts of places. ”I believe it’s humorous to everyone, not just the French, deary,” she said sitting back down on the subway floor just because she didn’t want to sit down on a seat.

When the train came to a stop, Nefas got up and headed out of the car. This wasn’t one of her stops, but it surprised her he still kissed her before leaving, with what looked like a little bounce in his step. Huh, what kind of mischief had she gotten herself into? Craning her nimble neck, ember eyes watched his frame leave, but before the doors closed, she could hear him yell at her. Lyon. Two weeks. Too many fibers of life told her not to go, but putting her butt in a seat, watching whatever the metro passed, a smile curved upward, fangs showing completely. Of course she’d go! Never had the leader of savages turned down such an offer that held curiosity. They wouldn’t be watching him, but what about her?