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In The Depths
« on: February 20, 2012, 07:16:18 PM »
(Continued from 'Passing Through')

Anna eyed the tiny seat dubiously when Indie drew her attention to it. Was she really supposed to sit there? With her large, curvy frame and above average height came the suspicion that she might not fit, but Indie seemed unconcerned, so maybe it wouldn't be a problem.

After resting one hand on Indie's farthest shoulder, she threw her leg over the bike and carefully eased her way onto it, ending up perched gingerly on the edge of the seat with her feet firmly planted on the rear footpegs. She would've remained like that but for the reminder that there was no way Indie would be able to keep the bike balanced if she sat so far back. With a resigned sigh, she scooted forward and then cautiously rested her hands on Indie's waist. She'd wanted to keep space between them, but it didn't seem like that was going to be an option.

Then the engine came to life, and though he said nothing about how she'd leaned a little closer and tightened her grip on him with both her hands and thighs, she was fairly certain she'd caught him smiling when he glanced back at her. It had been surprising, that was all, she thought in her own defense, though said nothing, because suddenly they were moving and excitement tinged with fear closed her throat.

Anna could count on one hand the number of times she'd been in a vehicle (one of those times had been earlier that week, with William and his car since she'd had so many bags after shopping that it'd been unreasonable to walk home), but it hardly compared to the feeling of riding free, with nothing but an intricate tangle of metal and plastic between them and the ground. It was almost like flying.

As they rode through the city, stopping and going according to traffic lights, she became more comfortable with both the bike and being close to Indie, so that by the time he turned onto a freeway, she didn't mind having to lean against his back so the wind didn't rip her from the motorcycle. Her arms tightened around his middle and she peered over his shoulder, enabling her to anticipate when she needed to lean with him when they overtook cars (which happened as often as they encountered them). She'd quickly discovered that she could not only handle how fast they were traveling, but that she really enjoyed it. Even with as quickly as she could run, she hadn't managed the speed a bike could on an open stretch of roadway. It was exhilarating, and she wore a large grin that occasionally turned into delighted laughter when they cut lanes and squeezed through impossible spots, leaving behind startled drivers who likely thought them reckless and mad.

The farther away they got from the city, the faster they went, and Anna discovered a very interesting thing: Higher gears meant more vibrations from the engine, and with the way she was clamped to the seat, they went straight to the most sensitive part of her body. There was no shame in her as she rocked her hips forward and down, increasing the contact and making her gasp and shiver involuntarily. It had been a long time – a very long time – since she'd felt her body respond in such a way, and it made it very difficult to think about anything other than how she was pressed against someone who could make her feel even better.

She slyly slid her hands from where they rested on Indie's chest down either side of his stomach, then finally to his upper thighs where she began touching him suggestively, kneading the muscles she felt there.

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Re: In The Depths
« Reply #1 on: February 20, 2012, 07:53:45 PM »
Indie was stunned.  It wasn't that he didn't know what was going on, of course, because he took bitches for rides on his bike all the time (well, except for this one because it was new and Anna was the first, but the intent was the same).  Those rides always ended in some very interesting positions at some not-so-crazy speeds so he didn't kill them both but they could still both get a thrill.  He knew, when her hands started squeezing his thighs, what was what.  It was just... Anna?

He hadn't set out looking for sex.  Not with Will's fledge.  Sure, she was hot but he knew better than to cut his dick off to spite his face and though his agreement with Will was unspoken, it was understood.  When Will and he were together, they were together and neither of them asked about what went on in any of the beds they hopped into and out of when they were apart.  It didn't really matter.  If he let this go on, though, it would matter.  Shit, Will hadn't even technically given him permission to to talk to her, he was still in his 'getting to know her' phase and didn't want them coming together before he was ready.  This was the second time they had, though, and though both had been accidental, him taking her for a ride was not.  Will wouldn't forgive him if he told him he took Anna into a situation he knew would work her up.

Shit.  Doing his best the ignore the way her tits were squashed against his back and the enticing movements he kept feeling when she rubbed against his ass - not to mention what the tingles near her hands were like - the redhead decided it was time to quit the high speed roads and change tactic.  He headed for the coast roads, the ones that wound and curled along the ocean's edge like a whimsical ribbon.  She'd be forced to get a better grip on him as they wove from side to side, leaning into the curves and coming out smoothly.

After the first turn he was thrice impressed with her.  Not only had she welcomed all the speed he'd thrown at her, and laughed when he drove recklessly, but she shifted in sync with him like a pro.  Maybe it was because she was a vampire - it was true, he hadn't ridden any of them around the city to know - but she slid like silk on her seat and it was like she was an extension of himself back there.  He found himself really enjoying the challenge of exerting maximum power, negotiating hairpin turns and seeing if she'd falter.  She didn't, though, and he wore a smile that wouldn't go.  She might be able to see in one of his side mirrors if she cared to look.

The coast road back into the city was a long one and they'd been riding for at least an hour (including freeways and the trip out of the city in the first place) when he decided to stop.  The moon was out, glinting off the churning waves and he pulled into a beachside public carpark to give them a rest and take in the scenery.  He pulled into a park that faced the beach, a foot path between two dunes close by leading across the white expanse and down to some impressive surf.  There were a couple of cars in the park that belonged to surfers or lovers, he wasn't sure and he didn't look too hard at them as he cut his lights and the engine, closing his eyes as the offshore wind hit him full force in the face.  He sat up a little, leaning back into Anna and still smiling at the ocean as he spoke to it, knowing she'd hear because of the wind direction and her supernatural hearing.

"You like the bike, huh?" he grinned.

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Re: In The Depths
« Reply #2 on: February 20, 2012, 09:11:05 PM »
When Indie leaned back, she untangled her arms from around his middle and rested her hands once more on his legs, though they remained still for the time being. After having to force her mind to focus when they hit curvy coastal roads, her desire to jump Indie's bones had evaporated. Mostly. Okay, just enough that she was able to answer his question.

"Yes," Anna replied with some effort. "I like how it made me feel," she added, at the same time giving in to the itching desire to run her palms horizontally over Indie's thighs, so that her wrists curved and her fingers slipped between leg and seat.

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« Reply #3 on: February 20, 2012, 09:29:59 PM »
Her words and that sneaky little move made him jumpy and all too aware of how close she was to his cock.  Something he needed to not think about... even though it was desperately tempting.  But this was Anna for fuck's sake, Will would neuter him!

Laughing huskily, he quickly plucked her hands out from between his thighs and cradled them in his own - safely against his stomach.  When he spoke, he turned his head sideways so that she wouldn't miss anything he said... and because he kind of wanted to smell her in the night and ocean air.  The wind wasn't right for that, though; she'd be getting plenty of his scent but he couldn't get anything from her in this position.

"I'll take that as a compliment on the bike's behalf and not read too much into it.  She does tend to purr between your legs pretty nicely."  He wanted to say more, something about how she hadn't even agreed to shake his hand (at first) when they'd last met and given him the filthiest look when he dared compliment her body and now, having had a whole lot of horsepower thrumming against her nethers, she was grabbing at him like a drunk bride snatching for the stripper at her hen's party.  He didn't, though.

It's the bike.  I shouldn't take it personally.  Nor encourage it.  For Will.  It was becoming his mantra and the conversation felt awkward because of it.  Damn but she still felt awfully nice pressed up against him with her strong, feminine hands playing against his, her muscular thighs squeezed around his ass.  She was fucking tempting and he though he should probably just get her home or back to the park or wherever she wanted to go... but he didn't offer straight away.

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Re: In The Depths
« Reply #4 on: February 21, 2012, 07:27:51 AM »
It wasn't the bike she wanted between her legs, but for whatever reason, Indie didn't seem interested. She was baffled by him, frankly, because she remembered how he'd looked at her when they'd first met. Men didn't look at women like he had unless they wanted to fuck them. Shouldn't he still be interested in the possibility? Sure, she'd blown him off to begin with, but there was a chance now - he should take it! And it shouldn't matter whether she was horny due to him or his bike, because in the end, she was still horny.

"Do you not want me?" she demanded, disbelief leaking into her voice and making her narrow her eyes.

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« Reply #5 on: February 21, 2012, 08:12:21 AM »
Ah, fuck

His head drooped forward as her words sent a tingle along his spine, one that he didn't want to deny but knew that he should.  "It's not that," he admitted to his bike's engine, then shifted his weight to put the kickstand on his bike down and half turn so that he could see her better.  He let go of her hands in the process of moving the front wheel of the bike at an angle and when he twisted, his right hand landed on the fuel tank and his left landed on her thigh.

"You're sexy as hell and I can't say I wouldn't do you," he told her bluntly, rather regretting turning so he could see her face and that fucking look in her dark eyes.  Jesus.  "It's just... Will," he said with a shrug, as if that was the answer to everything.

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Re: In The Depths
« Reply #6 on: February 21, 2012, 09:00:45 AM »
Wisps of hair that had blown free from her long braid fell into her face when she glanced down at Indie's hand, and then back at him, one eyebrow raised.  She reached up to smooth them back unthinkingly, tucking the strands behind her ears. When she dropped her hands, they landed between her legs on the pillion, her fingers curling loosely under.

She didn't understand the problem. Will? Will what? She waited for him to finish his sentence, hoping he'd clarify without being asked to, but the shrug that had punctuated his statement made that unlikely. "William? Why? What does he have to do with this?" she finally prompted, looking at him warily.

Although they'd gotten on well enough while shopping, she wouldn't put it past her sire to have told Indie something that would've made him unreceptive to her advances. What, though, she couldn't guess.

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« Reply #7 on: February 21, 2012, 11:29:33 AM »
He stared at her for a few silent moments, contemplating how he could say it.  If he could say it.  What was there to tell her, though?  That he and Will had made promises to each other, that they wouldn't abandon each other because they cared?  That didn't go anywhere near telling her why he couldn't fuck her.  Did she even know Will liked guys as well?  He strongly doubted she knew he'd fucked her sire and he didn't feel comfortable describing his feelings for the blonde, the way he relied on him, the comfort he got from being near him.  The love he felt for him.

No, this was about sex and it was just easier to keep it at that level.

"I just think... he's still getting to know you again after all your time apart and he's probably gonna' be mad with me for taking you for a ride as it is.  I know he doesn't want me hanging out with you.  I'm not sure why, but probably because he thinks I'll try to fuck you or offend you or something and he'll be caught in the middle.  Ironic, really," he breathed a laugh, giving her a wry grin.  He watched her for a moment, the way her dishevelled hair was fluttering around her noble face, the intensity in her eyes that promised how good she'd feel writhing beneath him... fuck.

"It's really hard to say no to you," he told her through gritted teeth, turning abruptly back to face the ocean again.  "I should probably drop you back.  To the park or your place?" he queried, keeping it as business-like as he could.  It was hard to believe he was turning her down.  He couldn't believe it, himself.

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Re: In The Depths
« Reply #8 on: February 21, 2012, 01:12:40 PM »
Her mouth dropped open just enough that the ends of her front teeth could be seen and she snorted incredulously. "I can take care of myself," she stated to Indie's turned back, raising her chin. "I do not need William to be in the middle. If you did upset me, I could handle it." She didn't need him to intervene on her behalf; William was stupid and chauvinistic to think otherwise.

When Indie suggested they leave, she frowned and looked over his shoulder to the rolling surf beyond. It was unlike her, but she hadn't really paid any attention to where they'd stopped - not until now, when it seemed like she wouldn't have a chance to explore first.

"Anyway, is it worth making him happy if it makes you unhappy?" With an impish little laugh, she reached around Indie to cup him between his legs, gently squeezing before she retracted her hand. Before he had a chance to react (or stop her), she scooted backwards enough that she was able to swing her leg over the bike, then slid off it.

"Come on. I want to find some seashells," Anna announced to him over her shoulder as she walked toward the beach. 

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« Reply #9 on: February 21, 2012, 04:22:08 PM »
His jaw was beginning to enter a state of permanent clenching, it felt like, and her squeezing his dick and skipping away all cute like that wasn't going to unclench it any time soon.  He drew in breath specifically so he could sigh it out again and attempt to relax.  He then made sure the bike was stable, securely locked and pocketed his keys as he got off it and followed after her.  A few subtle adjustments to his clothing as he went were in order and he was glad she was hastening ahead, down towards the previous tide's waterline to look for shells, and didn't notice what he was doing.  He wasn't exactly hard but her words, her actions and the simple thought of her had been enough to get some blood pumping south to firm him up and the bike had squashed it all up, too, so he needed to tug and push a little so it would all settle down a bit.

As he sauntered after her, admiring the way she moved - her limbs were really long and graceful and her long, thick hair fluttered beautifully in the inconsistent wind - he debated taking his boots off and decided against it.  He was pretty certain that dumping a few grains out of them when he got home would be preferable to wiping them off, re-socking them and shoving them back in here and now.  Of course, if Anna started taking things off, he'd probably reciprocate... and then, suddenly, he was looking from her out to the ocean and wondering what she'd look like naked in the moonlight and how cool it would be to swim with her.  She'd be able to stay on the bottom with him and they could... he pulled his phone out of his pocket, determinedly looking away from her pecking her way along the sand, kind of hoping there'd be a text from Will displayed on his screen or something to distract him.

There wasn't.

In a few more strides, he'd caught up with her because she seemed to have found something that was neither a shell nor identifiable, due to its coverage of seaweed, and had stopped to pick at it.  They were not far from the current waterline now and he eyed off the rushing waves as he came to a stop beside her - until, of course, she thrust the thing towards him and requested he tell her what it was.  With a frown, he re-pocketed his phone and took the thing off her, unwrapping the seaweed to reveal the odd shape beneath - a bit of plastic with a handle on one side and a rubber teat on the other, designed to keep babies quiet, but his bad memory let him down and he couldn't identify it accurately.

"It's a... um, a thing for a baby.  To keep it quiet.  It's junk," he told her and offhandedly threw it away, up the beach, unconcerned that it was beach litter that should be disposed of sensibly.  He threw the seaweed away too, and then smiled as he flicked his fingers in her general direction, spraying her playfully with the most minor amount of salt water droplets.  "I thought you were collecting shells?" he teased but didn't give her a chance to respond before he blurted out something else that was on his mind: "What's it like being Will's fledge?"

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Re: In The Depths
« Reply #10 on: February 21, 2012, 05:10:03 PM »
Anna wrinkled her nose and swiped at her face, brushing away the few drops of water that managed to land there. "What do you mean, exactly?" she asked, frowning up at him.

Since she'd spent most her time behind him on the bike, staring at his back or over his shoulder, she'd forgotten how big Indie was. It was both unsettling and gratifying to have to tilt her neck back to be able to see Indie's face properly. Most men (including her sire) weren't much taller than her, making her feel big and loutish, but Indie? He made her feel downright diminutive and it was kind of nice.

Weird, but nice.

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« Reply #11 on: February 21, 2012, 05:18:32 PM »
He frowned, realising now that she was asking that he wasn't entirely sure what he'd expected her to say, rubbing his hands on his jeans absent-mindedly to get rid of the sticky feeling the salt had left behind and then hooking his thumbs in his back pockets.  His weight shifted onto his left leg and his right thrust forward as he tried to get more comfortable in the conversation and on the sand.

"I guess... " he hedged, thinking as he spoke, "that he's said you two fight all the time.  Well, you used to.  It's better now, I guess but... does he let you know him?  Do you ever know what he's thinking or feeling?  How strong's the connection between you, since you haven't seen each other for so long?  Does he tell you anything about his life?"  He was bombarding her with questions, he supposed, but they were just sort of pouring out of him; as he said one thing, the next occurred immediately and he couldn't stop himself voicing them.

What's he told you about me?

Yeah, he wouldn't be saying that one out loud any time soon.

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Re: In The Depths
« Reply #12 on: February 21, 2012, 08:23:05 PM »
She regarded him steadily, running her tongue against the backs of her teeth, as she considered whether or not she wanted to answer his questions. It wasn't that she was secretive by nature, but the things he wanted to know were attached to the still raw and damaged bits that had only started mending themselves. Talking about William and how he had treated her could go one of two ways: either it would make her feel better or she'd pour salt into her old wounds. She remembered a time when talking about her troubles had been cathartic, though, given the right person, and it prompted her to take Indie by the hand.

"I want to sit down first," she said, guiding him away from the waterline, farther back to where the sand was dry and still warm from daylight rays. After finding a spot mostly clear of debris, she eased herself onto the ground and Indie sat next to her. She pulled her feet close and then began removing her boots. Her socks were next, and she tucked them into her shoes before putting them aside. Finally, with a satisfied smile, she dug her toes into the sand and clasped her hands around her knees.

Now she was ready to talk.

"I do not know much about William, but he knows everything about me. It makes things difficult between us. He keeps himself locked away from me, but can see my every thought and feeling. This connection you speak of? It only allows me to know he is still alive. It would do more if he let me in, but," she shrugged, "he has refused."

She went on to explain something of her shared past with William, how he'd saved her from being forced by gunpoint to leave her village during one of the worst winters recorded in Georgia. "I could hear my mother screaming, saying that she needed another blanket for my youngest brother, but they wouldn't let her go back." He'd died on the way to the reservation in Oklahoma, she knew, but she couldn't bring herself to mention it to Indie. "I tried to go to them, because I... I was convinced I could help - all those soldiers with guns, and me, just one furious woman... but William, he stopped me." It'd been no trouble for the vampire to hold her down, despite how she kicked and screamed, begging to be released. "I hated him for it. I did not know at the time that so many died. Most of my family..." She shook her head sadly.

Then the settlers had come. They hadn't even waited for the embers in their fireplaces to die before moving into their homes. Anna had, again, wanted to march down the mountainside where William's cabin was and into her old village, but again, William had stopped her. "But I think he understood my need to take from them, since they had taken from us. He made me into what I am now, and when I was strong, we went into the village and we restored balance."

In hindsight, she remarked, it had been unwise to completely eradicate their food source, for they'd then had to rely on the blood of animals. There had even been a few occasions William had given her his wrist, to keep her from going mad with hunger. Eventually, though, more white people arrived (for the land they'd taken was far too fertile to let stories of ghosts and demons deter them for long), and they feasted once more.

It was around then that she discovered one of her tribesmen had remained behind, though not entirely by choice. He'd been out hunting when the soldiers had arrived, so that by the time he started back toward the village, everyone was gone and they shot at him out of principle, she supposed.  Wisely, he'd fled, but not very far, because the soldier had not missed. "I found him in a cave, starved and his leg stinking with infection. But he still smiled at me. And he thanked the spirits that I was well." Her mother's brother, the man who had taught her to swim, hunt and fish despite his misgivings (she'd been a very persistent little girl, even then) had survived, somehow, and she took him back to William.

"I asked William to heal him... I did not know how, or I would have." Her face grew cloudy. "I begged him, but you see, William is in the habit of refusing me." They had fought that night over a dying man's body, and William in his anger had threatened to leave her if she didn't stop asking him to save her kin. She'd thought he was bluffing, but the next night when she woke, she was alone with her uncle. "I buried him the very next night," she said, dropping her head to stare at her knees.

It was a thoroughly depressing way to end her story, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything else for the moment.

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« Reply #13 on: February 21, 2012, 09:31:54 PM »
The redheaded vampire was frowning at the end of her story, having become quite engrossed by her tale.  He wasn't sure if she was tweaking his reactions mentally or she was just an exquisite storyteller, but he could imagine quite easily the strife that had plagued her young immortal life.  Unfortunately for him, he could also see William's point of view and now knew that he'd been tortured by his sire, forced to abandon his wife and children possibly not long before, so he could understand why he might have been so disturbed as to refuse Anna's pleas for help and then abandon her.  It was a tragic tale all around.

Sympathetically, Indie reached over and squeezed her thigh, giving it an affectionate rub.  When she'd pulled her boots and socks off, he'd been compelled to do the same and he was sitting tailor-fashion now, with his knee pressed against her thigh, so it felt right to leave his hand there, anyway.  He felt very bad for her and though it likely wasn't his place, he had information that would shed some light on the situation, so he felt he should share.  It probably wouldn't ease her long-ago pain, but understanding was always valuable, right?

"William was pretty fucked up when he met you, I think.  I mean... I dunno' about the timing, really," he shrugged, "but I can guess that he'd not long got away from his sire.  His sire fucked him up big time.  He used to take control of Will mentally and force him to do shit he didn't want to do.  Seriously nasty shit," Indie implied, widening his eyes for effect at Anna.  "Just for shits and giggles.  That's why he hates mental stuff now.  He blocks it all because he got mind raped so much when he was turned.  I s'pose... when he met you, you were like his rebound relationship?  I dunno'.  I don't mean he should have not helped your uncle out," he assured her hastily, not wanting to offend her, "I'm just saying... it was probably too much.  Maybe you were all he could deal with?  He'd been through a lot of shit of his own.  What got you two together in the first place, anyway?" he wondered, quirking an eyebrow at her.

Anna didn't look like she'd been too old when Will had turned her - her rocking body was testament to that.  He would be interested to ask his housemate when he got home what had drawn him to a young mortal Cherokee girl back in the day, but for now he could get her viewpoint.  It was hard to imagine what sort of appeal his pale, skinny friend would have for a healthy, nubile native chick, so he'd have to hear it from her lips.  That had to be an interesting elaboration on this generally sad story!

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Re: In The Depths
« Reply #14 on: February 22, 2012, 06:37:02 PM »
Indie's defense of William came as a reminder that her sire had claimed him as a friend. She supposed that meant more than being his fledgling, since in the time she'd known him, he'd never once mentioned his own sire and the abuse he'd been forced to endure. They were bound by blood, but apparently that wasn't enough to warrant being told anything that mattered.

Resentment flared in her belly, then crawled up her throat and out of her mouth, "Because that will make it easier to forgive him for leaving me alone for over a hundred years. Knowing why does not change that he did it."

She brought her legs closer to her chest, drawing them in and away from Indie. But rather than hiding away entirely, she turned her head to eye him speculatively. "I will ask you a question first, and then answer yours. Would you be able to leave something that you created? Something that depended on you entirely? I had only been a vampire for a few months when he left. I only knew thirst. I needed him."