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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2015 15:06:19 GMT
Tib walked to the chapel, his stomach was doing a lot of things, digesting food was not one of them. He had taken an antiacid already for what was about to happen, made him sad and brought him no joy. It required him to break an oath, to himself and his grandmother. Sure if she was a lycanthrope she would understand, however she had died human uninfected and so no she would not understand a need for violent actions.
Walking into the chapel was not really something that Tib had wanted to ever do. Not even to pick Chidera up had he come into this god forsaken place. He wanted to know if Chidera or if Gates were actually around. As such he needed to get the blessing of the Kiss to get the pride in order, this was more a matter of course as well as showing respect than anything else. If Gates had holdings in the Pride doing the illegal activity and Tib going all batman then it could set them on a collision course that would end up with Tib being quite dead. Gates was way more powerful than Tib, and he suffered no illusions about that.
Walking in Tib took a chair and dropped his shields a bit just enough to let those in the know that he was there.
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Post by Chidera on Nov 4, 2015 21:33:09 GMT
Having hung up the phone she looked up head tilting. Tonight just kept getting more intresting, standing she smoothed the thigh length black material and adjusted the lace of her garters. Smoothing the shoulders and adjusting her head cover.
He would hear doors open a way down the hall then the sticatto of heels,and then into view Chidera walked dressed odly enough in a sexier version of a nuns habit. Short and slightly shiny pvc it was glove tight in places and well draped over others.
"Well well have you come for confession my child?"
She gave him a sensual smile and put a hand on her hip.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2015 6:26:12 GMT
For the briefest of moments Tib was struck dumb. His eyes opened wider to allow more of her image to soak into his physic, he wanted to remember what she looked like dressed as a sexy nun. Although Tib was not into costume or role play, he could definitely see making an exception or three. He had come to speak with Gates and although Chidera kept him mostly in the dark while she worked especially when he slept. She kept the link closed as he had told her of a few disturbing dreams he had where he mind had painted…or should he say repainted the picture of whatever she was doing, with him playing a central role. While he loved when she took a bath or other suitably fanciful moments to herself, he dreamed he was close to her, but when she was fighting or doing Gates dirty work it had bled into his subconscious mind, these kept him up at night on more than a few occasions.
“I didn’t have anything to confess when I came in, however I believe that may have changed.”
Tib said with a smile He walked over to her she looked god enough to eat. Sadly she was at work so the best he could do was bury his nose in her neck inhaling her scent deeply, he nibbled at her neck planting kisses. As he worked his way up to her earlobe.
“As much as I would love to admire you here, we need to talk. Can we go somewhere more private my little warrior?”
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Post by Chidera on Nov 5, 2015 22:08:52 GMT
The look he gave her was priceless and everything she had hoped for, she let him greet her and almost purred at the kisses. When he seemed to get all serious she paused and nodded." Ok then come with me will have privacy"
Leading him toward her own office where she knew no one would dare interrupt save gates under penalty of pain. Motioning a seat and sitting her self carefully crossing her legs and trying not to be distracting because what ever it was he seemed troubled by. " so what is it my lion what has put that look on your face?"
She could have easily opened the link between them but she would rather he just tell her what was going on they had learned much in the months they had been bonded. Things were now balanced enough that he could work and so could she with out mucking each others lives up. It had been a hard learning curve times when she had needed to be in her head and was accidentally sucked into his and vice versa. The smell of other preternaturals who came to him for help and the soldiers who shared stories.
He'd been witness to some of the dirtier jobs shed had to do the smell of blood thick in the air often enough. She was this establishments premiere mistress even those of her kind and others came here to partake of her talents with pain. That had lended gates many potential leverage positions for key negotiations.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2015 6:25:06 GMT
Tibs followed Chidera both in body and with his eyes. He stalked her form allowing a moment of fancy to distract him from the more seriousness of his visit. He eyed her form as she walked allowing the admiration of her beauty to fill his thoughts. Words could not explain how much he had missed her as they had both began to get into the current groove of their works. It allowed him a bit of release to imagine more fun things they could be doing instead of having this discussion that he really did not want to be having. Once they reached her office he was almost sadden that he couldn’t follow her anymore, it was disappointing as it was, time to get down to business.
“Well… this is my confession. Today I was visited by a very powerful Rex. He came to me with an offer I truly could not refuse.” Tibs went on and related the visit of Hiero to her so that she would have a framework from which to understand the nature of his problem. As he wanted to make sure she and through her Gates understood the nature of the problem. “So with him coming to town, that sadly puts me both on the map and under a very short timetable to create a strong enough pride so that I will not be challenged by any strong lions who want a pride or who have been kicked out of their pride’s fold.”
Tib took extra time to explain how if he did not go about creating a strong pride now, any lion of sufficient strength or guile will come down looking to take a piece or to kill him to take the manner house and ownership of the city’s pride. He also delved into his own past to make sure the point was known that if this Abstract knew of him than the pride of San Diego definitely knew where he was. he expressed how that was truly a bad thing as they were busy hunting him. He was mostly in hiding but now that he was on the map he could no longer hide and he needed to stand and fight. Which brought him to his finally to his main point. He needed to know if Gates had any holdings or any business dealing with these loosely affiliated lions because the only way Tib was going to command their respect was going to be through a long series of battles and him cracking the heads and beating them into submitting under him. Lions really were that stubborn and prideful where force of will and arms was the only way to bend their knees and get them to accept his reign.
If Gates did have holding or at the very least from the point of the master of the city he out of respect needed to know of the storm that was coming. Giving him this official notice allowed him to anticipate what will happen and what he will need to do on his end to make sure his bases were covered.
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Post by Chidera on Nov 6, 2015 17:17:37 GMT
She had felt his gaze and basked in it but when they sat she listened and nodded but kept a calm face,so she didn't betray the fact she already knew of the visit.
"Well then understandable your visit but we've hoped you would take the lions in hand by now but to be sure let me ask him directly"
Knowing where he was she opened the door on her side between her and her master lightly more knock than push open. When he answered she gave him all she had llearned from begining to end and asked tibs question. Awaiting an answer.
Once she got her answer the awareness returned and she looked at tibs. She got her answer and his" Gates said that you have his leave to do what you must but please minimize body count as it looks bad. Other than that you have free reign on lion related things and we will not interfeir unless it is ultimately necessary or you ask. So does that ease things for you my lion?"
She hoped so because now she had her own mission to attend to in the coming days.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2015 20:27:40 GMT
Tibs smiled at the news, he could feel the weight lifting from his shoulders. It was odd that she and Gates expected him to take over the Pride already. Sadly Tibs could understand the loggerhead. If they had pushed no matter how gently it could have went badly. They were hedging their bets, trying to not give any reason for hard feelings. Tibs leaned forward and kissed her on her forehead.
“You know if was waiting on the lions to realize that it was time to join me and I didn’t want to overstep since I just got here. Then with everything else that happened the lions fellhe by the wayside. If you have an opinion that you want to share with me please do hold back.”
Tibs felt calmer already. Tibs had no want to have a body count. That was defiantly not part of the plan Tibs did not want to rule over a graveyard. So they would all or at the very least most will survive. So that will ease everything.
“Well I don’t have a need for a body count. So we should be just fine on that account. I need to just get my point across that should be more than enough. However I will start wearing my bulletproof vest for a while as I’m pretty sure that a few of the stronger lions are not going to like me taking their power away.”
Tibs could feel her need to do something he knew she was making an exception for him. tibs appreciated it more than he could ever say to her. So he stood and gave her a tight hug, he smiled an started to walk outside.
“Yes I am much more at ease, however I guess I need to stop being a big old lazy cat and get to work.” He said with a smile.
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Post by Chidera on Nov 8, 2015 22:22:19 GMT
She realized she had been short with him and part of her knew he needed a kick in the butt but the other part of her wanted to go to him and lock her door. It had been a few days and needs won over for the moment her office door was locked her ties to gates locked down and stalking towards him like the predator they both were. Smiling" mmm you dont have to go just yet right?"
Biting her bottom lip and standing in front of him" besides you've not gotten my confession yet"
Waggling her brows she just showed him rather then told him by flicking her dress front up in a quick flash then giggling. His face made her cry with laughter but burn with heat as she kissed the wonder off his face with deep searching kisses. It would have to be quick but that first after time away from each other always was. It was like they burned hot and fast like paper the first round.
Ending up over his lap hands around his upper body, growling into his mouth still mostly dressed as a naughty nun in a place called the chapel where both vampires and others alike came to do a different sort of prayer.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2015 2:31:06 GMT
Tibs smiled as he could literally taste the lust from his naughty nun. As she stood and walked to the door he could hear the finality of the bolt lock slide into place with a soft click. As she whirled around and the loose area of the habit lifted Tibs felt a jolt spark in his neither regions. His smiles became more showed more yearning. It hd been awhile and his body craved the beautiful vampire. His heart thirst to beat and to feel her near. His body wanted to warm hers.
Smiling he responded, “I can be here as long as you want my little warrior.” His voice was thick with unshed passion.
As she stood in front of him and gave her confession his eyes rolled over her body lingering over every lush expanses of mocha thighs, soft, tight stomach. Is face wanted to blush, it was obscene in some regards, but it was so sexy that Tibs could not help himself. He returned her the need in her kisses ten fold. Searching almost desperate to kiss her vampiric flesh he devoured her taste. The passion shared by the two of them burned hot enough to start a fire. He rolled her around trying to not be awkward, that was before he banged his knee against the desk. thick meaty thunk resounded around the office. The shot of pain was little more than spice to the erotic scene. When they had finished. He held her and kissed her neck and cheek. He knew she had to return to business, he was sated and it was time to go but he wanted to stay as close for as long as he had to. But his mind was already on what he had to do.
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Post by Chidera on Nov 9, 2015 2:50:14 GMT
When they finished she was raw throated and liquid giggling across her desk. Holding him tight she purred for him and snuggled but knew it was time and looked up at him" ok my brave lion I think it is time I have to check on my other things and you have some tough choices to make but know that if you need me you have only to tug the line between us and I wil move heaven and earth to come to you"
She had cupped his face and meant it deeply wiping her lipstick off his chin. Untangling her limbs with him and sitting up finally she smoothed her dress and would probably freshen up before long. Biting at his beard and sliding away she stretched spine crackling and a soft moan of pleasure. Checking her desk most things were intact but there was a shattered paper weight on the floor and some scattered papers. She scooped them fast and in moments had it in order and would clean the shattered bits later. It had been some cheap vampire themed bauble she could find again so she didn't fret over it.
Besides anything they had disrupted had been thoroughly worth it. Once he was put together she unlocked the door and would walk him out to be sure no one would accost him on the way out.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2015 4:07:33 GMT
Tibs response was only a gentle kiss. He nibbled on he lips not hard enough to break a human skin let alone hers, just enough to draw her taste into his mouth a second longer before letting her go to return to work. As she was trying to pick the items up, Tibs got down on his hands and knees and picked up as much of the large pieces of the shattered glass as he could. He looked around the room and thought to himself that perhaps he could send her a few pieces of himself so that when she has to spend long hours in this room she could see it and think of him. his mind was cycling through some of the items, he was torn between the tartus and the enterprise. Perhaps he would get her both so she could see both of them and maybe a stuffed lion.
Those thoughts brought a smile to his face. Just imaging how much she would love those items made him smile. She would see them and think of him maybe open the link between then and they could talk. It would be well worth it. She seemed happier than when they had first met and that made his night so much brighter.
“So that’s it, just use me and kick me out the door no bus fare or anything?”
Tibs said with a smile and a second kiss on her lips.
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Post by Chidera on Nov 9, 2015 17:41:22 GMT
Smirking at him she gave a shrug and gave the nola universal answer to to alot of thing "les le bon tempe rulle"
Which loosely translated was let the good times roll. Which was admitting guilt but not because she'd never feel guilt over their love making.
Hands loose at his waist. Hip ground to his he knew he had to go just stalling and she understood why." i know I'm a horrible beast to you so mean"
She was laughing as she said it though and walking him toward the door with her body movements. It would look like they were slow dancing.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2015 2:36:06 GMT
Tibs smiled and kissed Chidera again, he hated that he couldn’t stay. He had to go, it was immutable that he had to go and begin his mission. Sighing he looked towards the door that they were rapidly approaching. Wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her close.
“Yes you are a cruel heartless beast you should be ashamed how bad you are.” Tibs said with a playful wink. As he kiss.
Sliding his hand down her thigh. As he rubbed himself along her body. Just trying his best cover himself in her scent. As he knew that it might be awhile before they were able to spent any time in comfort and safety.
“If you need me you do the same and I will come running no matter what.”
Tibs looked at her and then back at the door. He sighed as he knew that it was time to return back to the real world as much as he hated to admit it, any time with her was a dream and it was time to wake up. and the alarm was beeping, he needed to get to the red light district and put the lionesses in their place then to the docks to put whoever they think is the rex in his.
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Post by Chidera on Nov 10, 2015 21:41:05 GMT
Eyes crinkling with laughter she nodded gave him a mock pout. Taking the kiss but still towards the door.
Finally they were at it and she gave him a gentle push and wink "you'll be fine I have to go...umm clean up"
She blushed he'd gotten her to blush and it was true she needed to handle that. Shutting the door on him and racing for her private bathroom.
Then she'd change and leave her self.
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