Gabriel
Gabriel rolled his hips as Emily moaned, breaking her smile as he drove even deeper inside of her. He moved the hand on her hip to lightly tease the hardened nub above where they were joined. He hissed as she picked up speed, the friction making his head spin for a moment before he gained control of his breathing again.
"Good," he said in a low voice, "Such things must be savored."
Rin
Rin looked at Liseth and offered her a rueful smile. "She sort of finally got what she deserved. She's not married though; she did just recently get engaged," Rin said as she approached the gate.
She looked at Dante and Petra as they left. "Damn, we should have gave each other contact information. Oh well, it can't be helped," Rin said with a sigh and a shake of her head. "So you want to get this over with and get you a place to stay."
Corbin
Corbin rubbed the back of his head and said, "Well, I could take you to the outskirts of an area that vampires tend to gather. Taking the both of you to a vampire hot spot, even during the day, is a big no-no. Elite or not, there is kind of a delicate balance of bullshit around here. If I walk in with the both of you, it would look like some declaration of war."
Then he eyed the two of them and tilted his head. "However sometimes a show of force isn't a bad thing though . . ."
Forest
Forest blinked as Gadreel's much larger and warmer hand wrapped around her own.
"Does it, now? I confess, I do not have a great deal of... experience with 'mixing' as it were," he said with a raised eyebrow, as if he was asking her why she was upset.
She bit her lip, her eyes flickering towards Julius as he said, "Maybe this Obstler is indeed good with that, but I'm personally not fond of diluting liquor with anything else."
"I sort of already miss the rich cellar of my family seat. Unfortunately I won't have opportunity to share the wine that was there with you."
Had her stomach not been doing a fair impression of a gold metal gymnast, there was a good chance to use the whole, "I don't drink . . . wine . . ." joke. Instead, she said aloud, "I like fruity things, and the peach and the orange work together quite well."
And I don't have a lot of experience with a lot of things. It's . . . never mind. I'm fussy, that's all. She hoped she'd salvaged whatever chance she had.