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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2014 6:16:46 GMT
Watching as her eyes filled back up with…her Tiber felt relief wash over him. It would have been strange if something was happening to her and him not knowing what. The amount of trouble that could cause would have been huge If she was dying again and I was just sitting at the table not knowing if something was wrong. Tiber listened then used the reflection in his glasses to get a subtle glance at the girl that Chidera was directing his attention towards. She was a cut purse alright, mentally filing the woman’s face so that he would make sure to give her a wide enough birth that she could not clip wallet.
Not that Tiber believed in carring much cash on him it was just not really his thing he would prefer his debit card and credit cards which would allow him to monitor where him money was being spent. His train of thought was derailed when she asked if he could dance. It was not one of his best things, for a large man he could move well enough. He figured that she was much lighter on her feet, but his lycanthrope allowed him to move better than most, bit he did not have the agility of the smaller cats but he held his own.
“Well Chidera there is only one way to find out. I want to see how I stack up to you.”
A sparkle of competition lit his eyes. He figured with her small frame and soft curves she would be an expert dancer, however Tiber dancing with her was really just to see her move. He knew that Vampires had a grace that was beyond normal, and he had a feeling that she would not disappoint. Him being only averagely graceful for a lycanthrope as he was built more for power and grace instead of speed and agility. He knew she held both the trumps and all the high cards, but it was a night of fun he did not mind being a satellite to her orbit as they moved together.
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Post by Chidera on Aug 26, 2014 23:11:32 GMT
Nodding she headed out to the floor and waited for him then when he got close she stepped in closer and put her leg between his. Hand on his waist she rolled her body to the music taking care to not loose control of her speed, keeping with the beat her shimmies and wiggles. The instruments were a mix of music that was accordion heavy wash board and clarinet with just a bit of banjo for twang.
It was fun and she used him sort of as a prop dangling off him and rocking against him playfully dancing around his frame. Then she really messed with him turning her back to him and rocking her bottom back against his hip like some of the other ladies in the club were doing to their partners. his hand over her shoulder by her movement, not tripple x grinding on him but more what she liked to call crop dusting.
Getting close so he could feel the air pressure almost of her body but barely touching with the way she undulated. She noticed they caught a few eyes but it was fine, admiration and curiosity so nothing dangerous to be worried over. Every time she peeked back it made her laugh some he seemed perplexed at points but was keeping up as best she could tell.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 20:28:33 GMT
It was pretty much as Tiber had assumed it would go. For a human Tiber would have looked as graceful as a pouncing cat, but to another member of the preternatural community he looked like he was a large physically strong male. His moves were determined an the strength and speed in his legs showed much promise, however much like you would not expect a champion weightlifter or boxer dunk a basketball nor a martial artist train with a truck tire. They just seem out of place. Chider moves did wonders to cover up the deficiencies but He knew there were there any of the preternatural community knew they were there, however they were there on the dance floor in fun, just two people enjoying each other’s company. So there was not pressure to preform or be great just to have some fun.
Tiber watched as Chidera dangle and draped off of his frame. She was putting on quite a show, it was pretty bad that he could not do more that just watch and enjoy the show. It was not really anything sexual in her movement more like he was a chair or a coat hanger and she was just borrowing his length. It was a show that the entire bar was able to enjoy Tiber was just lucky to be close to the action.
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Post by Chidera on Aug 27, 2014 22:25:17 GMT
The song changed to a slower bluesy number and she stepped in and put her arms around his shoulders expecting he'd find his way. She looked up at him smirking but no words spoken just yet, not so bold as to put her head to his chest like they were lovers. Though in some regards vampires and supe's tended to touch each other more frequently and for less direct reasoning as humans did. The smallest bit of info could be shared in touch, depending on where, duration and how. If a date took you by the wrist during a moment of passion it translated diffrent then if that same person took you by the wrist in anger. That situation varied immensely from a stranger doing the same, it all made perfect sense to her mind.
Right now her touch was friendly, familiarity and relaxation. Those deep honey orb's stared up into his face with study and curiosity. Her lips relaxed but held closed, in thought, what was he feeling? Did he feel them drawn together some how? Was he her animal to call perhaps?
All sliding through her mind while they swayed slowly. Light on her feet and almost on her toes he was a good bit taller then her even in her boots. Not wanting to push or ruin the evening they were having with her need to plot and figure everything out. Chidera's brain soaked up information almost constantly and was almost always aware of everything around it.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 22:56:06 GMT
The speed of the last song died it wasn’t sudden nor was it painful it just ended. The final tone vibrated in Tiber’s ears the energy as well a the sound changed to a bluesy song. It was a staple of the big easy, the stories that could be told from the sounds of the music drew from the ghost of the past. Chidera moved close very close, which was odd because they had just met. The truly frightening thing was that Chidera was not altogether unwelcomed it was almost as if she belonged…there. It was extremely weird not in a lusty sexual way but more like a comfortable shirt or a wedding band. Something that just belongs without question, and is missed if not nearby.
Tiber’s mind filed it away to analyze when he was in his home later. Her touch was seemingly cautious not exactly tentative but not exactly forcing an issue either. Tiber gently pulled her closer, as he began to sway in tune with the music. It wasn’t intended to be an overtone or an invitation just that she was comfortable to him and he was open to and enjoying what she offered. He did not squeeze her or hold her tightly like one would expect a lover to do, which was the only telling part as they physically were close enough that she could hear the calm beating of his heart… it was slow and deep almost as a counter to the music that played. As some point the music began to fade away to the silence of the rhythm of their dancing. She was a great deal smaller than him and yet he could feel her power beating just under the surface. Her eyes were looking up at him and something was playing behind them she was deep in thought, Tiber wondered exactly what was on her mind.
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Post by Chidera on Aug 28, 2014 4:12:24 GMT
When pulled closer she grinned and did listen to his heart beat. It was soothing in a totally unimaginable way, she almost could see the lazy river of home the tall grasses and smell the village. It was him he was home, Chidera blinked back tears having looked away from his face. The warrior never, cried and yet here she was for the second time since coming to this city feeling something strong enough to cry.
Quickly wiping her tears on her black sleeves pretending to just be snuggling in. Wouldn't do for her to be caught at it, finally speaking" You're a really good dancer"
Biting her lip gently and letting the song end she stepped back. Looking at him she wandered back to the table debating on if they should go any where else or if she should maybe take him home and go ponder some things. Her time in the crescent city had been so up and down and sideways. Most of it was welcome but she was thinking about the upcoming things she'd have to do and needed to be focused for that. He was a handsome, comforting distraction one she wanted but couldn't quite afford just yet.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2014 20:15:59 GMT
Tiber could feel her relax into him for a bit. It was something he didn’t know that he needed as much as he did. It was something he missed almost more than he wanted to say. The feeling wasn’t something Tiber would not classify as sexual exactly, it was more just like safe, home and secure. His beast wanted to sit next to her cold fire, the strangest thing was he felt that he could truly trust her although he just met. Tiber was not really sure how to process his emotions. Looking down to Chidera she was also having a hard time processing whatever was in her mind. Tiber was curious as to what was in her mind’s eye.
“I was passible you were good. I could watch you dance for…”
Tiber required some time to think through his thoughts, Chidera looked as if she was having similar mental issues. Tiber worried that to stay and be in her presence would be almost assuredly be mentally draining on both of them. Tiber thought that it would be best to take his leave before his welcome was too worn out. He walked back to the table with her. The concentration on her face said all that was needed, it was a great time, but it was time to call it a night.
“Hopefully you understand what I am about to say and take no offense to it, But as much as I hate to say this, perhaps we should quit while we are ahead.”
He sat quietly watching Chidera awaiting her response.
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Post by Chidera on Aug 30, 2014 1:08:58 GMT
She looked at him and despite the feeling of closing off she nodded. Paying for dinner easily without, thinking on it and walking for the door. Waving to the regulars she opened the door and went out. Back into the sedan and then looking at him. " if it wouldn't be to forward Id like to give you my number and maybe we can hang out again some time."
Chidera would let him tell the driver the address to his place so they could take him there and drop him off at his new home. Heading in that direction she was quiet and careful. Making vague conversation about seasons and renovations. Hearing him talk about his fixing up of the place made her smile again. Good with his hands then it seemed." so what will you do for work?"
She in all technically didn't have a job in the outside world and spent her time learning the city and reading the history. Knowledge was something she thirsted for and she loved filling her head with it. Practicing her katas and swimming also filled her time. That and meeting vampires from out of town and checking on comings and goings much as she had tonight. Telling him most of that as they finally pulled up in front of his driveway. Knowing he could make it to the house from there and not wanting to crowd his space much more she wrote her cell phone number and smiled.
" Have a good evening and be safe, lion king"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2014 4:40:46 GMT
Tiber felt the very air between then change. It was as if she had created a barrier between the two of them. Her shield tighten around her closing down the connection he was nearly wrapping himself in. He felt the coldness of the situation. Instantly he felt lonely and the chill of isolation. His face shut down and his thoughts felt private he felt actually alone. He wondered if he should say something but decided against it. He thought of something to say so that they both could stay on pleasant if not friendly terms.
“I would love to have your number and hang out whenever we can and our schedules permit it.”
Tiber mentally breathed a sigh of relief. That she if not understood that a lot was happening respected his need to not get swept away into a situation that if it turned sour could be devastating. He really did want to spend time with Chidera, however he knew he had many miles to walk before he could truly be respected in this community.
“Well I… hmmm… well I’m a therapist. I specialize in PTSD. I was going to contact the Veterans administrations board once I get an office set up.”
Tiber was not sure how old she was and if in her time they had things like psychologist. It would be rather heady if she did not have a point of reference to associate it with. He actually wondered how old she was, although he knew it was rude to ask a lady, he wondered was it rude to ask a vampire as he thought their age would be a badge of honor. Or was it?
The rest of the small talk went by in a blur her life in the kiss and his work in his field. He asked her about what she knew about the pride in the city. He knew he needed to make some changes it was unfortunately really as he did not want to start brawling but most of the lions were legbreakers or worse and the women were strippers or worse. That required wholesale changes just to get them too respectable.
Pulling up in the driveway Tiber looked at the house. It would be some serious work to get it to be more livable than it was. He could not turn it into a pridehouse until it was in better shape. But it would get there, faster now that he was there. Taking the number he smiled
“I hope to be a true king soon. Hopefully provenience and lady luck will allow me to see you again little noble.”
He thought that would be as close to accurate for her station in vampire as Polynesian did not have a word in its lexicon for vampire ranks. Just as though there was not such thing as a lycanthrope we were just monsters to them no distinction just all demons. Which was why he was here and not on the island he wanted to frown but instead he grabbed his bag and headed towards the house.
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