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Post by Monica Davis on Nov 3, 2015 5:50:25 GMT
Monica smoothed her recently replaced clothing, smiling like the cat that had the creme. The reason for the smile was currently finishing a call and she wandered to the steps and headed down them to the tarmac. She had not noticed the flight he had done a wonderful job of distracting her. Now tho it was time for work she had a full plate to eat from. Tonight was the master of the city then tomorrow morning she had to go to the local branch and meet her connect there. Then there was the actual convention she needed to go to, this brought a sigh to her lips.
She hoped shed have time to shop no little party dress or bodycon would do for tonight she needed an honest to goodness evening gown or close. Samuel had told her he would be dropped at the hotel and that she could take the car and a card to get outfitted for the evening since he knew what it would take to leave the best impression. Part of her thought he was secretly enjoying the idea of dressing her up like some fancy doll.
Grabbing her bag and snapping up the handle while checking to make sure shed not missed any calls. Something about this place gave her the creeps it was a lesser used section of the airport for the more private arrivals. Walking toward the car Samuel had waiting for them but something kept making her look over her shoulder. It was definitely time to go, she slid in and waited for him so that she could go to the places hed listed to shop and get ready for the night.
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Post by Chidera on Nov 3, 2015 6:02:43 GMT
The cop was different but she supposed that those preternatural types had to have some sort of gift. Shed never had a human almost make her so many times. She was just supposed to observe, make sure the woman arrived safe, she also sensed something interesting about her. The smell of pride and lion was very gently wafting about her and she felt lion touched. So that meant her paramour or traveling partner was lion.
That tightened her jaw far to many powerful males in her city for her liking, it was to much to be coincidence so she'd need to keep an eye and while her lion had to fight his own battles mostly she would most definitely even the playing field if it was needed. A call was placed after the other got into the car" shes here and you were right there is something speical about this one"
Hanging up after the message left and waiting longer until the car finally left. Then she was fading back into the shadows and off to get ready for the small gathering at the coven house tonight in honor of the detective. She was also very pretty to look at but if she became a problem that wouldn't stop Chidera ripping her pretty throat out.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Nov 4, 2015 6:07:48 GMT
Samuel listened as the string of information was rattled off. As the last cipher was passed on he concluded the call. He didn’t like the need for such precautions but he was far from his Pride and relatively unannounced. Luckily the Master of New Orleans was nothing like many other Masters. Not to mention New Orleans had no true centralized power as far as the lions went. If that ever truly changed he would have to adapt his business interests in the region to suit as well. It didn’t however mean that the city didn’t have a Rex who laid claim in fact just the opposite. In the last ten years there had been three. None of them had stayed any period of time. The newest had not placed his stamp on the city the Pride or the rogues that came and went or simply disappeared.
If rumors were to be believed he was a cast off form out west a former bullet shield and enforcer for TJ Vanderbilt. If he was that Samuel knew it wouldn’t be long before the Lionesses either tried to kill him or were beaten into complete subjugation. If he cared enough to get involved he might very well end up taking the city for himself if that didn’t mean being away from New York, Monica and at least half a continent away from his brother. He loved Mouse to death but he’d learned from his foray to Chicago that they were different men. It was better they loved each other from a distance.
Stepping out of the plane and making his way to the tarmac he placed away his phone scanning the area for the threats only one as preternaturally inclined as he was might pick up.
He was not let down there was a vampire somewhere out there and that cwould only mean that they had come to the attention of the Kiss and its Master. AS long as they were content to watch and wait Samuel was sure all would be fine. He did however wish that he’d simply accepted Eliachem’s offer that would have at least meant that should the Kiss become too involved in the vacation of sorts he was carving out that there would be official support.
Pushing such thoughts out of his mind he slid into the SUV next to Monica. “There are quite a few places to begin shopping but first I think we should dine and recharge our reserves.” It was an innocent enough statement yet it stirred things that should well have been taxed after such rousing in flight entertainment.
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Post by Monica Davis on Nov 4, 2015 7:09:04 GMT
" you felt it to then?"
She knew with out a doubt if she had felt something he would then he mentioned food and her belly answered for her it snarled louder then any ulfric. She blushed hard and laughed but also felt that stir and tighten that shouldn't be possible with their recently concluded activities. " I could definitely eat and Ive been waiting for a shrimp and oyster po boy fully dressed and a hurricane."
She gave him a large grin and it was moments like these she could forget they were basically on opposite sides of the law and probably shouldn't be within 3 feet of each other but fate was funny like that." But i dont have time for napping or relaxing to much it will be full dark soon and you know I have to be at the coven house by ten tonight"
Eyes on him and waiting to' see what he would say to that, fingers rubbing at her jeans in a sort of nervous tick she had no clue where the nerves had all of a sudden come from. She kind of wanted him to kiss her it seemed to help her think but she knew that one kiss would turn into way more and they would never eat dinner.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Nov 6, 2015 4:52:44 GMT
"Yes, yes I did." Samuel responded his mind pulled between the beautiful woman he’d cross into hell for and the slightly unsettling aura of the Vampire that was out there in the dark with an almost leonine feel to them. It was much the same aura Eliachem cast. He knew what that could mean but if so then he would have to be on even better behavior as that would mean the new Rex here could very well bring considerable advantages to his reign. Samuel had not come to challenge or upset the apple cart of the city as he profited greatly from New Orleans port of call it wasn’t his central hub but it was an artery for his interests.
Pushing those thoughts away he leaned into Monica resting his lips first against her softer fuller ones. Speaking between his caresses “Then feast you shall my beautiful Detective.” He knew just the place during his last few visits he’d partaken of the Po Boys at La Maison De L'ours Bakery. The bread was what made the meal and theirs was by far the best in more towns than he’d visited. It didn’t hurt things that it was a Sleuth run establishment and somehow no matter where he went the Sleuth were generally the most neutral of any clans. They’d be safe and well fed before the shopping excursion in which he intended to allow her to shop until she dropped.
AS moved from her lips to her chin sliding along the crest of her jawline he pulled her to him only breaking the embrace when his phone vibrated to life alerting him the rooms he’d wanted were in fact unavailable. Sighing as he removed his phone reading the information in a glance he responded to secure their fallback apartments at The Royal St. Charles. It wasn’t as sumptuous as the Inn on Bourbon but it was still a well-appointed place and what it lacked in refinement it made up for in privacy as it wasn’t a kiss run establishment. "That leaves us quite a few hours to massage away the jet lag and enjoy our satiations."
Leaning forward he instructed the driver where they were heading and refocused his attentions on Monica. For her there was very few things he wouldn’t dare. Yet he knew that once she was meeting with the master he would have to be elsewhere so he formulated a plan to speak with the newly founded Rex and secure arrangements for continued safe passage of his interests.
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Post by Monica Davis on Nov 6, 2015 16:22:06 GMT
His mouth over her mouth made her smile and the promise of food lifted her spirits. The kisses lower on her jaw had her purring and giggling when he pulled away she gave a questoining look then noticed his phone.
He seemed to have a plan thou so she didnt fret and when they made it to there rooms she dropped her bags and streched. So ready to eat.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Nov 7, 2015 7:28:13 GMT
Checking into the rooms had been done for them so the two lovers breezed through the courtyard into the hotel and up to their floor in record time. Especially for such a heavy tourist season. As Samuel took the key card from the nearly faceless security agent. Samuel rarely used outside teams but this was a case where his own connections needed to be protected. He was in another’s city unplanned and as such he would play as close to the rules as possible. So that meant he would not move any of his forces past the Rubicon of the cities border. Once inside the room he wasted no time dropping his attaché and wrapping his arms around the vixen before him. Careful of his strength he lifted her into holding her firmly against himself. Nuzzling her neck he worked his way across her collarbone stopping just shy of turning the key in the ignition. Sitting back on her feet as if she was the most precious of treasures in the world. To him she was. But as much as he would love to break in the thousand thread count silk sheets he’d ordered. Looking around the room with senses that didn’t correlate to any real physical capabilities he found the suite pleasant enough. He knew his men had gone over the place and once he left would go over the place in detail. MVM was under a cloud and would insure that they went above and beyond what was required to assure that at least one of their contractees was willing to hire them again. It didn’t hurt that Exauda Militis had provided transport for several of their operations. His phone vibrating to life was the equivalent of a cold shower. He didn’t look as to who the return number was he simply answered. This number was clean only six people had this number One was in the room with him. Three were in New York and knew where he was even if they didn’t know exactly why. One would never call unless hell was coming down on him and there wasn’t any hellfire sprouting from the ceiling vents. That meant it was Mouse. Parts of him went cold as the grave. It wasn’t his birthday, Mouse’s, or their mother’s as such this had no good outcome. Listening he heard ‘So you’re in New Orleans. Meet Me.’ Glancing towards Monica. “Now is not a good time, Mouse. Perhaps tomorrow would work better for everyone.” Ending the call Samuel sighed slipping his phone away he rested his face in his hands exhaling slowly and deeply. Mouse was a determined man and his presence here now could not have been worse. There were far too many discussions they had not had. Too many things left unsaid. He wished the best for him; but knew that despite the time survived by them that he was still the same scared angry child with far too much ability and not enough foresight. Arranging himself as he pushed Mouse out of his thoughts forcefully. Now was not about him or their issues now was about showing Monica a great meal then a great time and spending time being the best version of him he could be. “Shall we dine. My beautiful Detective.” Offering his arm he slid alongside her opening the door so that she could exit. La Maison De L'ours was only a short walk away it would give them a chance to take in the sights and be the tourist he claimed them to be. Continued @"When brothers agree, no fortress is so strong..." |
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