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Don't knock the classics, [ he warns her though every bit of it is playful.

let's face it: Dyson doesn't mind giving his mind to leave to wander when it comes to what she might be capable of doing with her tongue. that, coupled with her straying so close to what he'd been imagining only moments ago makes him swallow hard. if they're not careful, they're not going to make it through the remainder of the date because she's in his space as much as he's lingering in hers. Caroline's doing things to his ego by making him think she has that same spark of desire that he feels for her.

in an attempt to tame any impulse to jump the gun, he takes his beer in his far hand and turns to face the other tables ( possibly the dance floor, depending on where they're positioned. ) it would put some distance between them if he didn't set his arm on the counter top in front of her and lean back into the bar somewhat. ] Let's see.. I could give you a run for your money in a game of pool. I'm an exceptional tracker. I can hold my own in a boxing ring and while I'm no professional at dancing, I don't exactly have two left feet either. But that last part's more to match your tastes than my own.

[ the air seems to crackle between them, like the anticipation is building up to form sparks. it's cliche but there's a reason for it, she has to admit now that she feels it as they stand dangerously close together. they haven't even been in the club or each other's presence for more than half an hour, she knows she should probably pump the brakes a little.

it's just hard when your partner is so good at flirting. the way he speaks, even just the timbre of his voice is alluring, draws her in. makes her want to listen to talk about anything. however, she finds she mourns the loss of their direct eye contact as he turns to look outward, towards the club. maybe she should be grateful for the slight reprieve but...

she smiles a little wider with each thing he lists, especially the last bit.] I have no doubt you can cut a rug, [ she teases, taking another sip of her drink to parch her sudden thirst. desire manifests itself differently in a vampire. sure, she wants in all the normal ways, her body reacts, her heart races, her skin feels something like heat. but it also makes her gums each, there's an ache in the veins beneath her eyes as they demand to make themselves known. she fights both of these urges, although she's not quite as good at it as she used to be, before she turned off her emotions.

she hides it well now, her expression is measured and remains the same, her lips quirk at the corners into a teasing smile.] I have no idea if this place has a pool table and I'm pretty sure it doesn't have a boxing ring or else I'd ask you to show off.

[ pushing down his instincts doesn't come so naturally to him when there's not much more than his own reasoning keeping him in line. he doesn't hold out against looking at Caroline for long because despite only knowing each other for a short amount of time, there's nothing else standing between them. there's no real barrier stopping them from seeing where it goes and he's comfortable with that. ]

Is that so? [ his chuckle is like an outburst he can't control, pulled from him because she makes him feel light and joyous in ways he hasn't in awhile. ] If there isn't a boxing ring in the city somewhere, I'd be surprised. I bought a gym back home and more or less re-purposed it into a living space. I kept the ring, though. I could do it again. [ he downs the last of his beer and discards it on the bar but it leaves him feeling more forward than he probably should be. ]

As for your first concern, if we found a pool table, I wouldn't exactly have any intention of using it for pool. [ Dyson isn't backing down when he says that even if it makes him feel flushed. there's a very real risk that Caroline will storm off. it's an offensive implication if he's reading into the what's passing between them all wrong, likely even if he isn't. if he's learned anything in his centuries of life, it's that the chance not taken is the one that's always followed by regret, not the other way around. putting a fraction of space between them hasn't lessened his curiosity or his desire at all, which is why he won't stop gazing at her until she figures out what she wants to do now that the ball's in her court. ]

[ for so many, the draw of caroline is the light she brings, the way she's able to shine the sun on even the darkest of men. it's not coincidence that she's drawn to the dark, there's an allure to it, even the purest hearts are drawn to it. and maybe she innately sensed a darkness within him, however slight.

or maybe it's not that complicated, maybe she's just a girl attracted to a guy.]

I'm pretty sure there's at least one gym here. Not sure how thrilled they'd be if you tried to live there though.

[ however, the discussion of gyms and living in them is immediately tabled for another time when dyson goes and says what he does. her eyes meet with his, her eyebrows perking in a way that might concern him but it's the way her lips curl into something like impish, tickled amusement that should put his worries at ease. and if that isn't enough, the heat that flashes in her gaze should be.

she shifts forward, just an inch or two, her hand moving to rest on his chest, just as he imagined it might, fingers curling ever-so-slightly against the fabric of his vest.] I know you said I should respect the classics but I think if I make a joke about balls, I'm crossing a line of cliche-ness I'll never get back from. [ her teeth drag over her bottom lip for a moment, sort of giving him a quick once over before she looks up at him.]

And if there isn't a pool table? What then?

[ he wants to tell her that he can be persuasive when he wants to be—the man that allegedly took some part in the Poyais scheme that lured many out of their riches and to their deaths—but he's faced with a more pressing crisis. she's beginning to react and the odds don't look like they're playing out in his favor until they shift at the last possible moment and allow him to inhale and exhale again. she has his undivided attention with her hand curled in his vest, pinning him in place just in time to feel her gaze burning into him when she looks him over. ]

One step at a time, [ he informs her understandingly. ] I'll guide you back to the land of respectable jokes, if you find you simply can't resist.

[ Dyson pushes away from the bar, stops leaning against it so that he can step directly in front of her at full height. she has every invitation to keep her hands on him, to touch and take and taste as she likes — if she wants to — and he can't have her thinking now that she's called him out that he can't live up to the hype. all things being equal, his hands should probably be somewhere harmless, like cupping her cheek or tucking her hair behind her ear. but he doesn't want to behave, nor is he interested in playing it safe.

if she doesn't stop him, he's going to slide his arm around the small of her back and place his hand square in the middle of it to drag her closer to him. he wants to kiss her but he's not willing to sacrifice the momentum of their conversation, not yet, even as he's watching her mouth pretty intently. ] Then I'd refer to a time-honored tradition and ask: your place or mine?

Unless you'd rather be dancing.

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[ god, he's so tall, she thinks again as he moves to stand before her, boxing her her against the bar top, pinning her like she'd just done to him. it seems the night is going exactly how she thought it might, how she wanted it to. and it also seems that this is what he'd wanted too.

yes, there's a thrill about a good chase but caroline actually likes the catching, she likes what happens after the chase is over. she's been chased and done the chasing one time too many, it was deeply satisfying to just get to the point. and a different sort of thrill runs up her spine as he moves to pull her closer to him, their bodies almost pressed completely flush.

she hasn't even finished her drink and she suddenly feels drunk, her body buzzes at being this close to him, in a way that would probably alarm anyone else but caroline was used to the way her body seemed to go from zero to sixty when it came to just about any emotion, especially desire.

there's no reason to deny either of them this, not when she wants it, not when he clearly does too. so she grins up at him. ] Guess it depends on how close yours is. [ she wasn't afraid to go back to his place, even though they'd only just met. the perk of being what she is, she doesn't exactly need to worry about safety, if he tries anything funky, she has the strength and ability to defend herself, not that she worries. while she doesn't mind going to hers, she knows that if she goes to his, she won't have to have the awkward encounter of trying to kick him after.

you have to earn the overnight.]

[ with great height comes great responsibility, or something like that. if this were the Dal after hours and there was nobody else in sight, he'd be picking Caroline up right then and there, against the bar. but this isn't home and his emotions are in check—he cares about what boundaries he oversteps, who he insults in their establishment and all the other little things. he wants to skip the chase but that doesn't mean he wants to pass up the foreplay. he likes the idea of holding her on the precipice, right on the edge, for as long as they both can take
it. that's the exciting part, more so than the hunt itself.

for as long as he can remember, he's either run from love or run towards it relentlessly with very little room for anything else. he's tired of running, thought he gave it up another lifetime ago. he knows that he can and will wait as many centuries as it takes for Bo to decide to give him a chance again but right now isn't about her. she's not the one here with him—openly proclaiming that she's on board with this, with him. it's uncomplicated. ( and while Dyson knows every bit of suffering is worth it in the long run, he just wants someone that wants him ( and nobody else ) back for a few hours. ) ]

About fifteen minutes away, ten if you walk fast.

[ it isn't overly romantic food for thought but it's the truth like she asked of him. she seems as fine as he is with a lack of sugar coating it. maybe they could have stayed at the bar going back and forth with each other and getting intoxicated all night but Dyson's okay with the alternative and everything it entails. like tracing her cheekbone with his thumb gently to prove he can be subtle, right before he leans in to kiss her. it isn't long-lived because they're literally against the bar and drawing some eyes but it's a taste. it doesn't satisfy him, if anything it only adds fuel to the fire. ]

Still interested?

[ for all that she's thinking lets get naked. now. caroline would be grateful for his discretion, for keeping things in check because she's not entirely sure she'd be all that great at stopping him should he have tried to do anything but steer them out of the bar.

her impulse control has been questionable lately, a symptom of having none and feeling the pleasure that comes with it. but she's in control right now, at least she was right up until he touches her. her eyes flutter and she feels a surge of anticipation as he leans forward, her lips curving slightly before their mouths meet.]

Oh, I can walk very fast. [ which is her way of saying, yes, she's very interested. she leans up to kiss him again, softly with a touch of heat behind it as her hands work between them, pulling out her wallet from her purse.]

However, drinks are on me-- [ she says with a smirk, turning to down the rest of hers and press money on the bar to pay for them both. it's the least she can do for someone new to the neighborhood after all.

turning back to him, she reaches for his arm slipping her own through it.] Lead the way.

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[ i'm glad, he's about to answer when she kisses him once more and makes him forget that there needs to be conversation between them at all. he wants to grab her by the hips and taste the column of her throat, wants to feel her thighs around him squeezing his waist or her knees pressing into the sides of his head while he buries his face between her legs; he wants and wants and wants. there's no end to it. it's exactly the train of thought he has to bite down on in order to keep himself from objecting to Caroline buying their drinks when it was his invitation that brought them together tonight.

Dyson guides her along with their linked arms, pushing through the crowd in what he hopes is a route that takes the least amount of time. ]

I'm sure between the two of us, we can come up with some way for me to repay you. [ he's grateful for her kindness but he'd much rather show her his gratitude than tell her about it ( and he plans to. ) first, they have to get back to his place. he'd hold the front entrance's door for her if there wasn't already someone handling that and being paid to do it. ]

[ considering they both possess a supernatural stamina, tonight might prove to be interesting, even if neither one of them is aware of the other's... otherness. yet. for now, she keeps her thoughts from wandering too far, even if she's imagined some of the same things he has.

she pays for the drinks because she can, because she's been here for over a year and has the extra money in her pockets. she doesn't think he's the sort that it would wound his pride overly much. and if it does, she'll make it up to him.

he guides them towards the exit and she keeps step with him, smirking a little at the idea of him "repaying" her.] I'm very flexible. [ now if she meant in her attitudes or actual physicality, she'd let him figure that out soon enough as she moves eagerly towards the door and outside into the cool night air.]

But I'm pretty sure we can think of a few things.

[ lucky for him, he has a thick pelt. he doesn't mind her paying too much, it only means he's getting the next one. it means they'll see each other again as long as he owes her a debt, however minuscule it may be. Dyson tucks it away for another time since they're on the move and out into the cold of night.

actually, is it cold? he can't tell because the light breeze does nothing for the heat building inside of him, fanned hotter by her comment. he's sure the imagery that leaves him with is intentional on her part, whether she'd admit it or not. ]

I hope so, [ he answers with no indication of which part he's replying to. ] Otherwise, I'd be in your debt indefinitely.

You say that like it's a bad thing, [ she grins at him, teasing. okay, so maybe she wouldn't want him to feel obligated to her for any reason but she can tease and flirt as well as he. her fingers move to curl against the crook if his arm a little, eager to be moving forward, to touch him a little more.

she does move a little closer to him, to keep herself warm, to encourage his eagerness.] I have a feeling we have all night to figure out a way to even things out.

I wouldn't expect anything less. [ it's impossible not to smile with her. the energy between them is easy. he doesn't have to second guess it or question it. Caroline's fun and at least from where he's standing ( and what they're planning to go back to his place for ) completely uncomplicated. she can keep touching him all that she wants and in due time, he'll return the favor.

his apartment is only around the corner now and so once he leads her across the street, he makes a vague nod in the direction they're headed. ] It's right up here.

[ he's already patting his pockets down with his free hand, trying to fish out his keys prematurely. ]

[ caroline is anything but uncomplicated but she thinks she can manage a no strings attached night with a guy like dyson. she hopes. caroline's not good with keeping feelings out of things and well, after purposefully shutting them off, she's eager to make sure she doesn't do that anymore. but that doesn't mean she's seeing this for anything more than it is, a night of fun.

he guides her to his place and as he digs around for his keys, she gives him the space to do it, walking as directed towards the building he'd nodded towards. ] Nice location.

Mm. [ he looks around like he hasn't considered the location until now, then dismisses it with a shrug. ] I hadn't put much thought into that.

[ but as mentioned, Dyson's sense of what a living space differs greatly from most people. he likes open spaces. he likes to be somewhat out of the way and he doesn't need much inside of his home, other than the basics. he imagines that she's not that concerned with it herself, that she's only making conversation. ] It's hard to imagine any place here being on the bad side of town.

[ there's only two keys on his ring so he makes extremely quick work of separating the correct one and getting them right to the front door. once it's unlocked, he pushes it open for her and extends his open arm to gesture for her to go first. ] Please, after you.

[ she tilts her head back and forth, looking amused as he makes a--] Good point. [ she grins at him, a little like the cat that's caught the canary, even if she's not entirely sure she's not the canary in this situation. and tonight, she doesn't really mind the ambiguity.

she's bold and fearless, she can be that way as a vampire but even as she steps through the door of his apartment, she feels the normal surge of nerves, animal instincts(?) kicking in as she enters. she looks out at the layout of the apartment, it's the standard setup and her fight or flight instinct is gone as fast as it flared up.

glancing at him as she moves forward a few steps and turns to face, walking backward two more steps, hands folded behind her back. she smiles flirtatiously--] No kinky sex dungeon, that's good.

[ as far as he's concerned, she has every right to be skeptical. he is at every turn when dealing with strangers. ( he's confident in his ability to get through whatever crops up but that doesn't mean he doesn't prefer having a warning of some kind about what he's getting into. ) luckily, she's not in complete darkness. he left a light on in the hallway by mistake and it illuminates the rest of the room decently enough.

her assessment makes him laugh for several reasons. one, she's so honest. she puts it out there. she isn't afraid to be blunt or to say the wrong thing and two, her word choice. okay, three, the way she's smiling at him doesn't hurt. he pushes the door shut behind them and tosses his keys on the coffee table without sparing much of a glance towards them. he has eyes for only Caroline again and he takes one step towards her for the two she takes back. his strides are longer than hers and it puts them much closer together but he leaves a small gap, in case she gets cold feet. ]

I wouldn't be so hasty. You've only seen the living room. [ he doesn't skip a beat, too unwilling to give her a reason to doubt him. ] Don't worry, bondage and flogging aren't really my thing.

[ caroline's feet are feeling quite warm. so when he closes some of the distance between them, she doesn't hesitate in finishing the job herself. taking a little step forward, she's right in his space, smirking up at him.] Oh right, dungeons are more of a sub-terrain/basement kind of thing... aren't they?

[ her hand lifts to trace idly along the buttons of his vest, her eyes focusing on them for a moment as a playful smile quirks the corners of her lips. yeah, she's not afraid of putting things out there. nor is she too nervous to ask--]

So what do you like, Dyson?

Traditionally speaking, yes. [ she doesn't need him answering her rhetorical questions and yet for some reason he feels inclined to. small talk usually fails him but he feels drawn to her and with that comes a desire to give her whatever she wants. ( the part of him that lives to serve likes that she's so willing to take information he's reluctant to give about himself. ) her hand is upon him once more, coaxing the courage out of him that he either overdoes or holds back more often than not. ]

Passion. [ hands down, always with passion. ] I like not being able to keep our hands off of each other because we can't help ourselves. I like being wild and being consumed by the moment completely. [ who doesn't though? Dyson realizes she probably wants something less than the vague to run with, something to match her own interests. he slips his arms through hers, runs his palms down her back and while he can't exactly tug her closer and tell her come here and find out, he can still press her against him and hold her. ] I like when a woman knows what she wants. I like kissing, I like biting, I like being held down.

[ he's not afraid to make another move now that they're here but as much as he's glancing as her mouth, he's slightly more intrigued by hearing what she's into. ] Tell me what you enjoy, Caroline, or tell me to hurry up and find out. Say the word.

[ in fact, his answer is anything but vague. it's more than she expected. he goes in depth about what he likes and each word makes her feel a little hotter, makes her shift on her feet, makes her drawn to him even more. she watches his face as he speaks, pressed close to his body, smirking a little when he speaks of liking a woman who knows what she wants.

she's definitely that. she takes note of the rest, tucking it in her memory to use later. she likes those things too. her smirk remains as he asks her to answer the same thing or tell him to get moving. and her hands are already smoothing down to his sides, gripping as she arches up and puts her mouth a few inches from his.]

You covered about half of it already... I think you should "hurry up and find out" the rest. Now.

[ what can he say? he's not much of a talker when left unprompted but in this case, he wants to get the wheels turning in her head. he wants her to fantasize and have visuals about them, but he also wants her to have a good time. that's vital to him which is why he's mirroring her smirk when Caroline leans into him, showing him that she is. he doesn't even get as far as affirming yes ma'am because honestly, her demands are driving him. bossiness in a sexual sense is highly captivating for him and he wants more; he wants to explore her, wants to know what's going to make her say more, what's going to make her cry out in pleasure and what's going to make her dissolve into mindless passion.

Dyson kisses Caroline without the same gentleness as before because he isn't in the same manner of control; there's passion, yes, but also a little possessiveness that he hopes won't rub off on either of them in the morning. but he can't be bothered to worry about it now, when he's chasing the taste of her and surrounded by her scent — intoxicated by it actually. any other time with less raw energy rushing between them like this, he might kiss her all night. slow and infuriating until they're both ready to lose their minds. he doesn't have the patience right now, only impulses. he drags his mouth away from hers to lean down and plants kisses against the side of her neck. one, two, three. he's trying to find her sweet spots, trying to see if the beard's a deal breaker for her or just the right kind of sensation coupled with his lips that might make her shiver. that, and he's pushing his hands back up her sides to her shoulders in an attempt to get her out of that jacket.

she's fashionable but she's going to look better naked. ]

[ there's a thrill of being with someone new. caroline always feels it, that surge of excitement, the novelty of exploring a moment with someone new, of figuring out what the other person likes, of mapping someone's body with lips or hands or anything else. yeah, she's imagining the things they can do together, the many ways his body can move against her own, the way his mouth might feel lower. she may not know about the wolf but she has a pretty good sense that the man has stamina. and that he won't leave her feeling unsatisfied.

his instincts are good. very good. because the moment his mouth works along the pale skin of her neck, he draws a moan from her, soft and fluttering. her fingers move to grab at his hips, tugging him closer as he does the same thing. if he likes bossy, he's going to get it. because after she shrugs out of her jacket, letting it fall to the floor, she moves to push him against the nearest surface/wall, deft fingers working on the buttons of his vest.

she'll moan again the moment his lips find her pulse point. whether it's something she's always thought was hot or it's a vampire thing, she can't really remember anymore. but it only makes her more desperate to get him naked and she'll succeed in getting that vest off in less than a minute before she's already going for the shirt underneath. she doesn't care if this first time is heated, frenzied or frantic. she just feels her own wave of eagerness and hunger crash over her.]

[ his back hits the wall and it takes everything he has not to let her strip the wolf out of him when she removes his vest. it's probably a good thing that his face is buried in her skin and she can't see his eyes. can't see the many ways that he's coming unhinged when he tries to be so composed. he can feel her fingers making quick work of the buttons on the front of his shirt. he won't be angry if she pops a few. it doesn't seem the right place for words, not yet, so he actually does just that and yanks the rest of his shirt open for her. they're not expensive, he can buy another. he wants her hands on his bare skin too badly to care for niceties as he tosses it to the side.

once that's settled, he doesn't give her much time to enjoy looking at him because he's preoccupied with pulling her flush against him again, with his hands on the backs of her thighs, raising her up slightly so he can kiss the swells of her breasts. he should be pulling down the zipper on the back of her dress and getting her out of her skin tight dress but it seems almost more satisfying to ease his grip on her, to let her sink back to her feet. he's not pushing her away but he is meeting Caroline's gaze when his thumbs brush the hem of her yellow dress upwards, over her thighs if she doesn't stop him. he doesn't want to destroy her dress, after all, but he's pretty okay with ruining her panties. ]

[ she lets out an excited breath when she hears the sound of ripping fabric and buttons colliding with the wall, the floor and wherever else they land. her own desire claws at her, ferocious and unyielding, filling her with a hasty need for more. her hands aren't shy about claiming the newly bared skin for their own fun, her hands smoothing up the hard planes of his torso. he moves then, body glided by the low light of his apartment, a silent predator, his arms gathering her up against him, his mouth tracing along the curves of her breasts just above her suddenly-too-tight dress. hot. hungry. dominant.

all's fair in love and war she might say later, when she has a chance to catch her breath. her panties are not a concern for her at all, not right now. after all, he'd so willingly destroyed his own shirt for the sake of speed. her hands leave his chest for a moment, still lost in the heat his mouth coaxes from her skin, moving to help tug her dress up her thighs, hitching it upward. if she thought he could, she'd tell him to rip the dress off of her, like some dime store smut novel instead, she murmurs just by his ear--] Do it. [ she doesn't care what it is, but she's coaxing him into action, whatever he's aiming to do, she wants him to do it.]

[ he growls. there's no concealing it. the animalistic edge isn't entirely absent from the sound but at least it isn't full blown. it's hot—watching her hitch her dress up. he helps her shove it up to her hips (or as high as the fabric will give) and drops to his knees in front of her at her command. do it, she says and it sets him ablaze. he likes following orders, true, but he likes fulfilling them even more.

Dyson presses his lips to the tops of her thighs, slides his lips to the innermost part of her thighs and repeats the same process on the other leg. he knows full well that they're past teasing which is why he hooks his fingers in the waistband of her panties and starts to pull them off. she can grab his shoulders or wind a hand in his hair and yank him closer. he obviously has no qualms with that since he's looking up at her heatedly. testing her control and daring her. he wants to taste her as much as she wants him to touch her.

he doesn't stand a chance holding out. before she's finished stepping out of them, he presses two fingers against her—wants to feel how wet she is or how excited he can make her. his jeans already feel too constricting but he'd deal with his zipper digging into his dick all night if it means getting her off with his tongue. whether she grabs him or not, he dips his head down to rub his tongue around her clit and keeps his fingers pressed against her firmly because he wants her thinking about him inside of her. ]

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