The Hera Suite
The Hera suite is the most decorated room in the entire manor. A very large four-poster bed lays on the eastern wall while gossamer hangings decorate it along with several silk pillows, sheets, and a feather soft comforter. On the western wall is a dark wood desk with papers scattered about with the Canum Venaticorum's seal. Arm chairs are pushed into the southern and eastern corner with a small end table between them. Pictures of the family hang from the wall with the Australis twins being the center piece of the framed collage.
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The Hera Suite is a part of 
The Borealis Manor.
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There was movement in the overly large and extravagant bed as the woman Rescha began to stretch beneath the sheets. Not long after, she planted her feet on the floor and moved toward her closet, still half asleep. Rescha had no idea how long she had been sleeping nor did she care. All the woman knew was that last night had been very satisfying. It left a small smile on her face and the woman didn't even notice it nor did she notice how wild her hair looked right then either.
Disappearing behind the heavy door for a moment, the Promethean drug out clothes and began to pull them on piece by piece. If Hatchet was still in the room, Rescha did not notice, at least for the time being. He could have been watching her, or even still sleeping and she would not have known or, cared.
It wasn't long after getting properly dressed in her usual white blouse and black pencil skirt that Rescha reappeared from behind the closet door. Quiet feet padded over to her vanity table and the woman plopped down still exhausted.
"I need âĻ to find more like this one," Rescha said to herself with a tired and low laugh before looking at herself in the mirror. She sighed and rolled her eyes before setting to work on her appearances.
Disappearing behind the heavy door for a moment, the Promethean drug out clothes and began to pull them on piece by piece. If Hatchet was still in the room, Rescha did not notice, at least for the time being. He could have been watching her, or even still sleeping and she would not have known or, cared.
It wasn't long after getting properly dressed in her usual white blouse and black pencil skirt that Rescha reappeared from behind the closet door. Quiet feet padded over to her vanity table and the woman plopped down still exhausted.
"I need âĻ to find more like this one," Rescha said to herself with a tired and low laugh before looking at herself in the mirror. She sighed and rolled her eyes before setting to work on her appearances.
Just after Rescha dressed herself, a loud yawn spread throughout the room. Hatchet stretched out his arms, and propped them up on both pillows of the bed. He tilted a head to examine Rescha's figure from an angle. Yup, just as he remembered. Hatchet was a total pervert to every degree, even after he'd been pleased on every physical level. Shameless.
"You weren't my very best, so I wouldn't know about looking for more like you." he replied back to her, smirking in all his glory. She hadn't seemed to notice him; it was his account to startle her, if she still wasn't paying attention. He took a moment to eye the room, examining the pictures from afar.
"You weren't my very best, so I wouldn't know about looking for more like you." he replied back to her, smirking in all his glory. She hadn't seemed to notice him; it was his account to startle her, if she still wasn't paying attention. He took a moment to eye the room, examining the pictures from afar.
Rescha set down her brush carefully on the vanity and looked at Hatchet through the mirror with narrowed eyes. "Well, if you had actually let me do something other than just laying there, it might have been better," she quipped quickly. The woman rose from her seat and then walked over to her desk. After opening a drawer, she laid out the nickel plated pistol she had shown Hatchet last night.
Rescha released the mag, inspected the rounds, and then placed it on the desk before sliding the action back and making the chambered round fly through the air. Showing some skill, the Promethean caught the ejected round and placed it next to the fully load mag. "I suppose you want your questions answered now, don't you," Rescha said more so as a statement than a question. Hatchet had plenty of questions last night but after arriving at the manor, they had not talked very much at least nothing that wasn't obscene.
While awaiting what he was going to say or ask, Rescha continued to field strip the pistol not giving him a single glance.
Rescha released the mag, inspected the rounds, and then placed it on the desk before sliding the action back and making the chambered round fly through the air. Showing some skill, the Promethean caught the ejected round and placed it next to the fully load mag. "I suppose you want your questions answered now, don't you," Rescha said more so as a statement than a question. Hatchet had plenty of questions last night but after arriving at the manor, they had not talked very much at least nothing that wasn't obscene.
While awaiting what he was going to say or ask, Rescha continued to field strip the pistol not giving him a single glance.
"Well..." He began to sit up in a sluggish fashion, and subsequently slide off the bed. He walked blissfully in his nudity, as he strutted toward Rescha; his light blue veins contrasted against his pure, ivory skin. "...we'll never know will we?" he said, while chuckling in a low tone. He stepped over to her vanity mirror, and stared at himself; his eyes darted about, as his retractable lense allowed his vision to zoom in on all the little areas of his hair. He combed a hand through his frizzy hair, trying to pat down various cow-licks. Still trying to fix his own appearance, he glanced back at Rescha. "I do... However, I need a shower, first. I am, after all, in the company of a lovely smelling woman, not some little girl. Mind pointing me to it?" he retained a pleasant smirk.
Rescha, of course, could not help but to stare while a single brow perked in interest. Several seconds went by before she even said anything and the woman almost did not register what Hatchet had said. She was far too distracted.
"Hm," Rescha began before pointing to a door next to her closet," over there. Mind you, you may just come out smelling just like me. I don't have very many male visitors that are allowed to stay." And why exactly she had let Hatchet stay after they had finished their erotic play, Rescha had no idea.
"Don't be too long or I may begin to think you're up to something," the Promethean said while a soft knock came at her door.
"Hm," Rescha began before pointing to a door next to her closet," over there. Mind you, you may just come out smelling just like me. I don't have very many male visitors that are allowed to stay." And why exactly she had let Hatchet stay after they had finished their erotic play, Rescha had no idea.
"Don't be too long or I may begin to think you're up to something," the Promethean said while a soft knock came at her door.
Hatchet took note of her clear distraction. His smile grew wider. His attention wasn't diverted by the knock. He kept his eyes on her. She looked just as comely, as before. He crept closer to her, until they were only inches apart. He chuckled just briefly, before proceeding to slide his hands around her waist; their frames would touch for a short moment. "Oh but I've been told I am quite long." A vile grin stretched over his face.
Hatchet quickly stepped behind inside the door-way. It'd be a good ten-minutes before he was finished. However, he wasn't sure where his clothes were.
Hatchet quickly stepped behind inside the door-way. It'd be a good ten-minutes before he was finished. However, he wasn't sure where his clothes were.
A shiver had run down her spine when Hatchet had put his hands on her again and in such a state. For the moment, Rescha was caught up in her thoughts and had no response to his innuendo. As the man left to shower, a heavy scowl overcame her lovely face. He was toying with her and Rescha did not like it! She was the one that was supposed to be playing, not him.
"Rescha," a male voice spoke from the other side of the door.
"Come in," she replied while throwing her hands up in the air and returning to her weapon in order to maintenance it.
"Oh gods," Asellus said, scrunching up his nose," you had another 'visitor' last night didn't you? Open up a window or something for crying out loud. Anyway, Norma has been found in the city, or around it. She's been running around with a few men and not in the same manner that you would. She'll be brought in soon. And do your damn job. You're slacking. The Omegus wouldn't be pleased with what you're doing."
"That's amusing Primus because I was able to track down Norma to her pin point location thanks to the grape vine. She's at the southern ruined with a man that goes by the alias 'Phasma'. Your sister is perfectly fine and Capella is already on her way to bring her back home," Rescha explained while pushing Asellus out of her room.
"Now if you don't mind Primus. I have a very naked guest in my shower. If you could, tell the servants to bring food and his clothes," the woman said before closing the door. Once it was closed, Rescha sighed and then plopped onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She just listened to the water running in her bathroom and waited for Hatchet to return.
"Rescha," a male voice spoke from the other side of the door.
"Come in," she replied while throwing her hands up in the air and returning to her weapon in order to maintenance it.
"Oh gods," Asellus said, scrunching up his nose," you had another 'visitor' last night didn't you? Open up a window or something for crying out loud. Anyway, Norma has been found in the city, or around it. She's been running around with a few men and not in the same manner that you would. She'll be brought in soon. And do your damn job. You're slacking. The Omegus wouldn't be pleased with what you're doing."
"That's amusing Primus because I was able to track down Norma to her pin point location thanks to the grape vine. She's at the southern ruined with a man that goes by the alias 'Phasma'. Your sister is perfectly fine and Capella is already on her way to bring her back home," Rescha explained while pushing Asellus out of her room.
"Now if you don't mind Primus. I have a very naked guest in my shower. If you could, tell the servants to bring food and his clothes," the woman said before closing the door. Once it was closed, Rescha sighed and then plopped onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She just listened to the water running in her bathroom and waited for Hatchet to return.
"La Lala Laaa!" Hatchet began to sing random tunes; his voice held quite the pleasant melody. Both were totally unexpected. His voice echoed throughout the shower room, and he was sure Rescha could hear it. Suddenly, the water shut off, and the door slowly opened. A thick cloud of steam curled out of the door-way. Hatchet's albino figure could hardly be distinguished, due to so much of the vapor. A satified sigh was heard from the room, as Hatchet stepped out. His body was soaked, and his skin glistened, as drops of water sparkled in the light. His jazzy hair was slicked back, and little drops of water trickled off the tips of his bangs.
He stretched out his arms, so as to exhibit himself, and revealed a grand smile. "I know, I look good." He followed up with a haughty bellow of laughter, before making his way toward the bed.
He stretched out his arms, so as to exhibit himself, and revealed a grand smile. "I know, I look good." He followed up with a haughty bellow of laughter, before making his way toward the bed.
Rescha arched a brow once again and sat up to watch Hatchet rather disturbing reappearance. Was he always this dramatic? If he was, the woman had no idea why she decided to bed him or, again, allow him to say. It must have been the wine. There was no other explanation.
"Well, aren't you just in a good mood, Mr. Hatchet," the woman said while relaxing back onto her mattress.
"Your clothes, by the way, are being washed and dried as well as pressed by the maids. They shall arrive soon with something to eat. Have you ever had Promethean cuisine," she asked while fiddling with a button on her blouse.
"And you better start asking your questions while I am in an answering mood."
"Well, aren't you just in a good mood, Mr. Hatchet," the woman said while relaxing back onto her mattress.
"Your clothes, by the way, are being washed and dried as well as pressed by the maids. They shall arrive soon with something to eat. Have you ever had Promethean cuisine," she asked while fiddling with a button on her blouse.
"And you better start asking your questions while I am in an answering mood."
A slightly disappointed tilt of the head was Hatchet's response. "Refreshment, and renewal. Lovely aspects to appreciate after a hot bath." he claimed, still smiling. He gazed over Rescha, as she lay on the bed.
He stepped over to the bed-side, and stood directly over Rescha. "I don't feel inclined to say 'thank you', after you gave me... whatever it was, to drink, last night. Then again, it was a nice... ride." he said with a suave tone, and devious smirk.
Hatchet glanced down at the button she tugged at. He reached out a dripping hand, and made the attempt to grab her hand, to pull her up. "First question... Are all Promethean luxury food and drink.. 'exciting?'"
He stepped over to the bed-side, and stood directly over Rescha. "I don't feel inclined to say 'thank you', after you gave me... whatever it was, to drink, last night. Then again, it was a nice... ride." he said with a suave tone, and devious smirk.
Hatchet glanced down at the button she tugged at. He reached out a dripping hand, and made the attempt to grab her hand, to pull her up. "First question... Are all Promethean luxury food and drink.. 'exciting?'"
Rescha was lifted from her bed by her wrist as she was not a very large woman and quite petite. For a split second there was displeasure on her face but it was replaced quickly with a smirk at the mention of her people's food.
"You'll just have to find out for yourself, now, won't you, Mr. Hatchet. Unless you persuade me to tell you otherwise, I may just keep my tools a secret," the woman said while draping an arm over his shoulder.
"And," she said drawing closer to Hatchet while her eyes focused on his mouth," who said it was the wine that made you want me so badly last night? Maybe you just thought I was that damned good looking." Rescha laughed and then moved in to tease him with another kiss but was interrupted as another soft knock came at her door.
"You'll just have to find out for yourself, now, won't you, Mr. Hatchet. Unless you persuade me to tell you otherwise, I may just keep my tools a secret," the woman said while draping an arm over his shoulder.
"And," she said drawing closer to Hatchet while her eyes focused on his mouth," who said it was the wine that made you want me so badly last night? Maybe you just thought I was that damned good looking." Rescha laughed and then moved in to tease him with another kiss but was interrupted as another soft knock came at her door.
Hatchet flicked up his eyebrows in dismay, as the girl moved in closer to him. His eeys darted up and down, as he glanced over Rescha, when mentioning her looks. She was right, but wrong, as well. Initially, he was using the beginning steps of that incident at Gambit's as a means to steal her weapon, but... the tainted wine had diverted his focus. He wasn't complaining. He had successfully infiltrated her quarters; there must be something worth while in a woman's bedroom, especially with a woman like Rescha.
"You're only half-right." He'd wave his hand to sweep away her arm, after the knock at the door, subsequently rejecting her kiss. It was his own little retort, due to her keeping secrets about the rest of Promethean cuisine. He took it with a grain of salt, though, as she was clearly still in a lascivious state of mind. He was in the same mood, just not on the same level; he didn't gulp down as much of the wine.
When she'd walk to the door to answer, he'd give her caboose a nice wallop with his hand. "Hurry now." he said with a mischievious smile.
"You're only half-right." He'd wave his hand to sweep away her arm, after the knock at the door, subsequently rejecting her kiss. It was his own little retort, due to her keeping secrets about the rest of Promethean cuisine. He took it with a grain of salt, though, as she was clearly still in a lascivious state of mind. He was in the same mood, just not on the same level; he didn't gulp down as much of the wine.
When she'd walk to the door to answer, he'd give her caboose a nice wallop with his hand. "Hurry now." he said with a mischievious smile.
Rescha threw a fierce look back at Hatchet as he get her bottom a spank while she walked towards the door. That was no acceptable, not by any means. She wasn't a child to be punished. Turning her scowl away from the man, Rescha opened the door to reveal an attractive maid in uniform.
"Over there," the Promethean said in a bored tone, pointing to the desk against the wall. The maid was quickly to respond with a small nod in her subordinate nature. First she carried a rather large tray of a selection of fruits, nuts, and vegetables with oddly colored dips to eat them with. There was also more of the wine that Rescha and Hatchet had drank the night before but it lacked the violet bubbles and instead had a darker blue-hue to them.
"I hope you don't eat meat. We Prometheans do not eat other animals. Such creatures are left for sacrifices to the gods and are too precious for consumption," Rescha sneered at Hatchet, her demeanor towards him changing drastically. It wasn't uncommon for the woman to have extreme ups and downs with people as she was a very emotional and dynamic creature.
The maid was sure to keep her eyes off of Hatchet as she set the tray down and removed herself to gather his clothing. She delivered those as well and placed them on the bed, sneaking a peak at the naked man. Her cheeks turned a vivid pink and with a small, faint, squeak, she hastily exited the room.
"Over there," the Promethean said in a bored tone, pointing to the desk against the wall. The maid was quickly to respond with a small nod in her subordinate nature. First she carried a rather large tray of a selection of fruits, nuts, and vegetables with oddly colored dips to eat them with. There was also more of the wine that Rescha and Hatchet had drank the night before but it lacked the violet bubbles and instead had a darker blue-hue to them.
"I hope you don't eat meat. We Prometheans do not eat other animals. Such creatures are left for sacrifices to the gods and are too precious for consumption," Rescha sneered at Hatchet, her demeanor towards him changing drastically. It wasn't uncommon for the woman to have extreme ups and downs with people as she was a very emotional and dynamic creature.
The maid was sure to keep her eyes off of Hatchet as she set the tray down and removed herself to gather his clothing. She delivered those as well and placed them on the bed, sneaking a peak at the naked man. Her cheeks turned a vivid pink and with a small, faint, squeak, she hastily exited the room.
Hatchet crossed his arms over his bare chest, and chuckled at Rescha, and later the maid. Ah women. Such submissive creatures; in more ways than one. He lifted an arm and perched his jaw atop his knuckles, before stepping over to the bed to exmaine his pressed suit. He let down his hand and reached down to let his fingers graze over the cloth. "Nice..." he whispered, nodding his head in approval. He hadn't even regarded the whole tray of food, yet. Another sign of his ridiculous sense of vanity.
He was itching to put it on, but he was still wet. A problem. Sudenly, Hatchet plopped on the bed, face first, and rolled around; like an animal rubbing his scent on his newly claimed territory. Now only fairly dry, he quickly slipped on his rosy red boxers, following up with the rest of his suit. Finally, out of habit, he traightened his silky black tie. He strutted over to the vanity mirror to look over himself one more time; his hair was somewhat soggy, but this would have to do for now.
Grinning wide, he turned to face Rescha. "Now.. You said something about no meat." he glanced over at the delectable fruit. "I'll be fine." Hatchet stepped briskly to the tray of food, and plucked a yellow.. something. He wasn't sure what it was. He immditately bit into it, the sweet juices swirling about in his mouth. "Deliscious." he stated, his voice slightly distorted from chewing. He inched closer to Rescha, and nodded his head toward the piece of fruit, presenting it for her to take a bite as well.
He was itching to put it on, but he was still wet. A problem. Sudenly, Hatchet plopped on the bed, face first, and rolled around; like an animal rubbing his scent on his newly claimed territory. Now only fairly dry, he quickly slipped on his rosy red boxers, following up with the rest of his suit. Finally, out of habit, he traightened his silky black tie. He strutted over to the vanity mirror to look over himself one more time; his hair was somewhat soggy, but this would have to do for now.
Grinning wide, he turned to face Rescha. "Now.. You said something about no meat." he glanced over at the delectable fruit. "I'll be fine." Hatchet stepped briskly to the tray of food, and plucked a yellow.. something. He wasn't sure what it was. He immditately bit into it, the sweet juices swirling about in his mouth. "Deliscious." he stated, his voice slightly distorted from chewing. He inched closer to Rescha, and nodded his head toward the piece of fruit, presenting it for her to take a bite as well.
Rescha watched Hatchet roll around in her bed like some wild animal, or a man that had absolutely no manners to him at all. Her expression fell into disgust and disapproval. Her bedding was going to be tossed in the living room hearth later on in the day âĻ by someone else, of course. Rescha wasn't going to touch those sheets ever again.
"Oh don't be disgusting, Mr. Hatchet," the woman said, swatting away the offered hand before she plucked up a prickly red fruit and dipped it into the orange, sweet, sauce. Rescha daintily ate it while watching Hatchet closely; scrutinizing him. His personality was a mystery to her and she did not know if she liked that so much anymore.
"You still haven't asked my any questions but you're still here. Ask them or leave because I am growing very bored of you. We had our fun and that's over. I doubt I'd ever sleep with you again," Rescha stated while moving back over to her pistol. She began to busy herself with cleaning it after she had sat down. A maintained weapon was a reliable one.
"Oh don't be disgusting, Mr. Hatchet," the woman said, swatting away the offered hand before she plucked up a prickly red fruit and dipped it into the orange, sweet, sauce. Rescha daintily ate it while watching Hatchet closely; scrutinizing him. His personality was a mystery to her and she did not know if she liked that so much anymore.
"You still haven't asked my any questions but you're still here. Ask them or leave because I am growing very bored of you. We had our fun and that's over. I doubt I'd ever sleep with you again," Rescha stated while moving back over to her pistol. She began to busy herself with cleaning it after she had sat down. A maintained weapon was a reliable one.
Another crisp cut into the fruit was heard, as Hatchet took another bite. He gave Rescha a pleasant smile; almost polite. He extended the hand that helfd he fruit, and flipped up a finger. He pointed to the pictures on the wall. "Tell me who all of these people are." He just couldn't keep his mouth closed when chewing his food; a few bits of the yellow fruit sprinkled onto the floor. He glanced back and forth at Rescha, and then to the picture in the center of the rest of the portraits. "I see you, and then.. another 'you.'" He stopped chewing, and gulped down his food, before stepping over to closely study the portrait of Rescha and what could barely be seen as a boy with the exact same features as herself. "I see.. Twins.." He snapped his head back to Rescha, and looked over her body with a smile. "Yes, it's a sure thing that I know a woman when I see one." he said with a low voice, before returning his attention to the portraits. "Who are the rest? I see there are some quite lovely females in this family." He smiled wide, as vile thoughts pranced about in his mind. "Mmm, very supple." he whispered.
"Oh, good luck in trying to bed them. I assure you they are much more fickle than I am, especially Vega," Rescha replied with an amused laugh. "And that is the Canum Venaticorum. The one that looks like me is my brother, Kaus Australis. Then there is my other brother, Lesath. Vega Midgard, Norma Borealis, Caput Media, Asellus Borealis, Canis," she rambled on and on the names of who were involved with the mafiosa. She even went as far as to explain their rank and what their jobs were.
"We're new to this city, us Prometheans, but as we are stuck, we've decided as a whole, not just the Omegus, that we are going to establish ourselves here," she explained while gesturing widely at her room," And I think we have done well so far but that's all because of old Signus money which the Borealis family now controls with a little of my own family's wealth as well."
"Also, your eating habits are disgusting as well, Mr. Hatchet," the woman commented while watching him and slamming the magazine into her pistol, aggressively as if she were saying something to him; "Stop getting food on my carpet or I'll shoot you."
"We're new to this city, us Prometheans, but as we are stuck, we've decided as a whole, not just the Omegus, that we are going to establish ourselves here," she explained while gesturing widely at her room," And I think we have done well so far but that's all because of old Signus money which the Borealis family now controls with a little of my own family's wealth as well."
"Also, your eating habits are disgusting as well, Mr. Hatchet," the woman commented while watching him and slamming the magazine into her pistol, aggressively as if she were saying something to him; "Stop getting food on my carpet or I'll shoot you."
Hatchet slithered out his sweet tongue, and licked his lips. Ideals of renowned power could be useful. Who was he kidding, such ambitions were always easily eplxoited. Even by the idealists themselves.
Hatchet began to repeat the names in his head, and take note of their ranks. With such a backing of power, he could easily achieve a number of his goals. However, he considered how there was always the possibility of the family trying to comletely control him. Just like those scientists. Worst case scenario, he'd do the same thing to the Borealis.
Hatchet crunched down the last piece fo the fruit in his hand. He turned to face Rescha, just after he heard the clank of her loaded pistol. A devious smile stretched over his lips, as he waved his hands up in submission for her to not shoot him. "Now, I remember what made you so... irresistible." He began to draw closer to her, still keeping his 'hands up.' "You're right, it was you. The wine was just the cherry on top." He lied, but he did it with such class. He would proceed to slowly, and cautiously encircle her in his arms around her waist, and attempt to pull her in for somewhat of a hug. If she rejected him in one way or the other, he'd simply make his way toward the door, to take a tour of the rest of the establishment.
Hatchet crunched down the last piece fo the fruit in his hand. He turned to face Rescha, just after he heard the clank of her loaded pistol. A devious smile stretched over his lips, as he waved his hands up in submission for her to not shoot him. "Now, I remember what made you so... irresistible." He began to draw closer to her, still keeping his 'hands up.' "You're right, it was you. The wine was just the cherry on top." He lied, but he did it with such class. He would proceed to slowly, and cautiously encircle her in his arms around her waist, and attempt to pull her in for somewhat of a hug. If she rejected him in one way or the other, he'd simply make his way toward the door, to take a tour of the rest of the establishment.
And there it was, her weakness. Rescha could not help but to be gullible to silver words like those Hatchet spoke. It was just how the man said them that made her feel the familiar twinge of lust and cause blush to rise up on her cheeks. Her eyes scanned over his form as Hatchet drew near and wrapped his arms around her waist. The Promethean felt herself catch her breath silently.
"You are deplorable, Mr. Hatchet," Rescha said before tangling her hands into his hair suddenly and forcefully kissing him in a very lustful manner. If not rejected, the woman continued on in the heated session with no holdings to her actions. But if rejected, well, Hatchet would see a very disgruntled Rescha in front of him. So much so, that she would put the barrel almost at the tip of his nose and pull back the hammer.
It would be wise for the man to accept rather than reject as Rescha did not have a shy trigger finger. Furthermore, a passionate kiss with no-strings attached was much more desirable, especially to someone of Rescha's nature.
"You are deplorable, Mr. Hatchet," Rescha said before tangling her hands into his hair suddenly and forcefully kissing him in a very lustful manner. If not rejected, the woman continued on in the heated session with no holdings to her actions. But if rejected, well, Hatchet would see a very disgruntled Rescha in front of him. So much so, that she would put the barrel almost at the tip of his nose and pull back the hammer.
It would be wise for the man to accept rather than reject as Rescha did not have a shy trigger finger. Furthermore, a passionate kiss with no-strings attached was much more desirable, especially to someone of Rescha's nature.
Hatchet's eyes widened for a brief moment during the lock of lips. He subsequently stepped away from Rescha, after the fact. Quite the woman, she was. He smirked, as he let his fingers smooth over his moist lips; wiping the excess. "Well now. That was quite a fierce bit of swirling you did there. Let's keep it professional from now on, though. We don't anyone to think we actually have... feelings." He clenched his jaw, and arched a brow; feelings... dispicable notions to have, in his opinion.
He made his way toward the door, looking back at Rescha with a wry smile. "Well, aren't you going to give me a tour, and introduce me to your family?"
He made his way toward the door, looking back at Rescha with a wry smile. "Well, aren't you going to give me a tour, and introduce me to your family?"
Feelings. That was the last thing on her mind and the first thing on her mind. Rescha was more absorbed in the sexual desire she had for the man while detesting every inch of him personally wise. As for 'affection' or 'love', Rescha would have laughed at herself for even suggesting feeling such things for Hatchet. She was not a woman to fall in love with and he was definitely not a man to fall in love with either. They were kindred spirits in that fact alone.
"Tour? You wish to meet my family? And tell me, Mr. Hatchet," Rescha said while pulling on her black leather holster which rested on her shoulders. She then walked to her closet and took out a black blazer which had the Canum Venaticorum's crest on the breast.
"Why should I introduce you to my family or the Canum Venaticorum?"
"Tour? You wish to meet my family? And tell me, Mr. Hatchet," Rescha said while pulling on her black leather holster which rested on her shoulders. She then walked to her closet and took out a black blazer which had the Canum Venaticorum's crest on the breast.
"Why should I introduce you to my family or the Canum Venaticorum?"
He reached for the knob, and began to pull open the bedroom door just slightly. "Why not?" he asked; his tone was littered with sarcasm. Opening the door fully, he stepped out. He looked back to Rescha once more. "I can always just tell them what we did, and who I am, by myself, if you want?" A wide grin stretched over his face. "Let's see..." He lifted his index finger to the tip of his chin and drummed it in thought. Suddenly he snapped his fingers, and his face lit up with another smile. "I'll tell them how I had to everything myself in bed, because you just couldn't keep up."
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