Blow Me One Last Kiss -mew-

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London wandered into the kitchen, grabbing some eggs, his hair sticking up in odd places. He was wearing one of Bartholomew's shirts that covered his body loosely. He had moved in recently, smiling to himself, having slept so much better in the past few weeks than he had since his parents had died. Every night during that time had been filled with the idea of hurting himself again, the guilt that somehow he had caused their deaths. He remembered having some sort of flashbacks to the moment his father died in the hospital, lucky enough to only live a few more hours than his mother. His father had wanted to live, but obviously nothing could have helped.

London now was not periled by such memories, instead Lex was making him happy. They were progressing as a couple, although he knew they had some things to work on, but no couple was perfect. One of the things he was getting used to was the bite marks always being there on his neck, but something new was there was a pair of bite marks on the inside of his thigh. He had never felt so sensitive in his life when the male did that last night. They had sex pretty much every day, not that he minded, but it made him blush every time.

His hands moved as he cracked a few eggs in the pan, working on scrambling them in a moment. He was rather hungry this morning after having quite a bit of intimacy last night. He simply worked on the eggs and thought he'd surprise Lex and just wondered if he could cut himself and give him a glass of his blood, but instead, while his eggs cooked, but figured he should just wait to see if he was hungry to begin with so he just cooked his eggs slowly.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #000000; border: solid 5px #333333; true] Mew was laying stretched out on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a content look. He could hear London moving about in the kitchen, and after a few minutes he rolled to the side, wondering if he should get up and go find someone to eat. Yeah, he was feeling lazy today and did not really want to leave the house. However, he needed to be more careful with London and the blood thing. It wouldn't be good if he kept taking from the faerie, as he needed to let London get his blood count back up to normal. The faerie was looking a bit pale after last night. So Mew had to go out and hunt out breakfast whether he wanted to or not. There wasn't much of a choice unless he wanted to suck down the bloodba in the fridge. The idea made his upper lip curl, but he had to keep up appearances now and then, since London still didn't know about all Mew's habits. Sometimes he was gone for a few hours a day to do his own thing and hunt and whatever, though he always came back before midnight on the days he wandered off late. He could come home and snuggle into London's warmth and fall asleep. Mew had eventually come to the conclusion that he kinda liked sleeping close like that. He might still be having a few issues with normal daytime cuddling and such, just started trying the showering together thing -- although he ended up standing a bit coldly off to the side -- but he was attempting it, at least. That was something, right? And London was living here with him, so it was progressing. Mew hadn't even made the faerie keep a seperate room, and that was also a new thing regarding Mew and his 'relationship' habits. Usually Mew set things up where he would go to them rather then any other way. Not so, here with London. There was a light groan when he finally got out of bed, and he shook out his hair as he went to grab pants to put on. His hair was actually quite long now, and he idly wondered if that bothered London or not. Mew hadn't asked, though he supposed he could cut it if the faerie didn't like it. It didn't matter too much to Mew either way; he simply decided not to cut it all the time. He wandered into the kitchen, gaze going to where London was making eggs before he opened the cupboard, and grabbed a glass. Then went to the fridge to get out the orange juice, poured it into the glass and set it back before walking over to the faerie and handing over the orange juice, leaning to give London a peck on the forehead. "Drink up, you are looking a bit pale today." He pointed out evenly, then curled around to stand behind the faerie, nuzzling for a brief moment at London's neck and putting his arms around the male. "Do you think I should cut my hair?" A light inquiry; an indication that Mew did care about how London felt on the matter. template by Delusional

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[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London listened to the male come in, smiling softly, watching him as he grabbed the orange juice, confused for a moment, remembering that vampires couldn’t eat or drink human food, or well didn’t much want it. “Am I?” He asked, looking down at himself, not feeling much different, maybe just a little weaker, but he hadn’t really stepped in front of a mirror for a while except when he showered which hadn’t happened yet. He gingerly took the glass, sipping on it, smiling a little more at the peck to the forehead. When he stood behind him, he smiled, one hand grasping the spatula and flipping the scrambled eggs so they cooked evenly. His other hand fell on top of Mew’s, his thumb idly brushing over his knuckles, leaning back into him gently.

The question about his hair made him turn his head for a moment, liking that he asked, just thinking about it. “I sort of like it longer though. I like running my hands through it when it is like this,” he said softly as he reached up, playing with a few strands in between his fingers. He turned the burners off then from the stove and faced him. “I don’t think you should cut it, or at least keep it at this length. I like it. It’s perfect,” he says, a smile spreading across his lips as he stood on his tip toes to kiss Mew, arms going around his neck, playfully tugging on his hair and giggled into his lips.

“Last night was fun,” he murmured, wanting to cling to him like that, but simply was hungry, his stomach growling lightly which made him blush softly. He reached for a plate then, grabbing one, scooping the eggs out with the spatula, and setting them on the plate. He swiftly grabbed a fork from the silverware drawer next to him and used it to eat some eggs.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #000000; border: solid 5px #333333; true] There was a nod to London's question of being pale, and Mew was pleased that the faerie took and drank from the glass of orange juice. It should help highten the blood count, which would be a very good thing. Mew would have to refrain for a few days, probably. And he would try to do that for London's sake. It was kind of weird putting someone else's needs first, but Mew was doing it almost subconciously more and more these days. He cared about what happened to London, and it was obvious. Just in the way he was careful, the little signs of affection he was trying to give to the male. So much of this was new to Mew, but he found that it wasn't bad. Some of it he rather liked doing, now. It was nice, the feel of London's fingers over his knuckles. Mew was quiet for a moment, then had asked his question about his hair, which London reacted to by turning his head to answer. Mew smiled a little at the response, and tilted his head at the faerie's movement to play with strands of his hair. Then more words after the stove burner was turned off, and before the kiss that Mew responded to with vigor. Yeah, after last night he could get revved up easily enough right now. Something he needed to quell, because he had to feed before he did anything of that sort. Otherwise things could get messy. With London's giggle at his lips, Mew chuckled faintly. "Alright, I will keep it long." He stated lightly. Then London's words of last night, and Mew had to agree. "It was." His hand went to slide under and up the shirt, fingers resting lightly over the bite marks on London's thigh. Of course this only made him more hungry, and he had to pull his hand away. Thankfully London had moved from him to fix the plate up and eat, so Mew leaned against the counter to keep himself in check. "I'm gonna have to go out and catch breakfast, but I'll be back in a half hour or so, okay?" He moved over to give London a quick kiss, got a shirt on, then left. In a little over a half hour -- time was not his forte, he was too old for that shit anyway -- he returned. There was blood over his face, hands, arms and clothes, but he had a good, not quite pale tint to his skin with the warm blood now in his system. "London, I'm home, and gonna take a shower!" He called out, then he walked toward the bathroom, grabbing a towel on the way. He placed the towel on the edge of the sink and turned on the water once he arrived there, making sure it was warm. Then he proceeded to take his clothes off. template by Delusional

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[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London blushed slightly, the blush more bright than usual because he was rather pale. The orange juice tasted rather good, better than usual, but his body was calling for it. London had noticed how the male was changing, which made him happy inside and out. He had never had someone who changed for him before, someone who loved him enough to do that. London never complained when Mew had slipped up and done something that was like old, but it really almost never happened. He knew how rough it had been towards the start on that day he remembered what had happened and tried to run. London wondered what would have happened if Mew had not stopped him and said what he had. Would he had been alive? The thoughts always made him nervous, but he remembered how Mew was now, it relaxing his mind from thinking about this more.

London felt him respond eagerly to the kiss, his fingers threading into the male’s hair, always ready to have another round in bed or perhaps here in the kitchen. He just wanted to be with the male, smiling against Mew’s lip as he chuckled. “Good,” he said softly, looking into his eyes. London realized how much he had begun to notice with Mew, like how much he was changing, how some things tended to turn him on. London gazed at the male wondering if the male could teach him some stuff. “Um, so, well. I sort of need you to help me. I’ve been innocent, I guess is how you could describe it. I guess, could you help me sort of learn how to not be that way?” He asked, awkwardly, his voice having a shy tone to it, another blush spreading across his cheekbones. He felt like this whole ‘innocence’ thing was a flaw for him.

London shivered then as he touched the bite marks, holding back a moan, biting his lower lip. The bite marks had been on a very sensitive spot over his skin, making him want the male, but he knew he needed to eat and so he had simply turned, the material falling back over his thighs. His heart beat was definitely higher from that, it noticeably falling down, trying not to let it get the best of him and his man parts. He blinked as he heard the male, “Alright, sounds good.” He finished preparing his breakfast and simply sat at the table, looking around a little and wondering about Mew, only knowing a little about his life.

London had finished his breakfast and simply curled up in bed, having chosen a book and read from it, blinking as the male arrived again, “Alright.” He simply had not really changed or anything yet, but realized he could use a shower too and walked towards the bathroom and snuck in the room, seeing the blood, but it not phasing him, “Can we shower together?” He asked, trying to pull at his heartstrings but pouting a little at Mew. “Pleassssseee,” he begged softly.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #000000; border: solid 5px #333333; true] There were changes to him for London, yet there was a lot of the old things done and thought. It couldn't all change quickly, it was a process, and Mew couldn't know how long it would last. Some of it, admittedly, he did not want to change. Certain parts of his life he liked the way it was. He did not speak of these things to London, and the male never asked, thankfully. It worked out rather well for Mew, and he wanted to keep it that way. He had it good right now, and he knew it. He embraced that fact, and he felt more for London then he remembers ever feeling for anyone before. It was wonderful and different, and Mew had no intentions of letting the faerie go. Not ever. There would be some conflicts along the way, perhaps, but Mew would find a way around them, to deal with them. This was what he wanted, and he did not think anyone should get in his way of that. There would be consequences for such a thing. He was adapting to this kind of lifestyle, and he knew London was as well. The faerie was so compatable with him at this time, and it kept Mew content with everything. He did not know what a healthy relationship was, so he was feeling his way along with it. He was sure that London was doing much the same, and somehow they were making it work. They had together time and some alone time, but honestly, Mew liked being around London more then anyone else. Sure, not all things were perfect, and Mew might have needs London could not fulfil, but they were few and far between. Enough that they did not stop Mew from trying to gain progess with those things. Considering all, it was going fairly well. At least in Mew's opinion. He was still worried about other predators getting too close to anything he regarded as his 'territory' -- London included -- and was quick to chase most away. Except the faerie's friends, though Mew hadn't felt like meeting them yet. Eventually. Life would always have it's dangers for those attached to Mew, and there was no help for it. He was still a vampire, still obnoxiously obessessed with holding dominance over others and hunting those who were hunters of any kind. His own species was given no mercy unless it was his sire, or some of those he'd sired. The vampire bloodline running through his own veins had it's perks when it came to him finding them. The benefit of the doubt. Still, Mew would protect London as best he could -- which was pretty damn good if he could say so himself -- and do what he could to keep the faerie happy. Mostly, anyway. It still would take time for a few issues to be resolved the way London would want them to be. Manuka was an intricate place, and there were whispers, stirrings that something was up; that war was coming. There would be sides, and choices had to be made. Mew thought himself a bit of an anomoly, to be honest. Innocence. London's was in question, but not by Mew but the faerie himself. When asked over the matter, Mew was perplexed for a moment, unsure how to process with such a request that usually went against his nature. It was London's innocence that attracted Mew in the first place -- what always called him to a person -- and the faerie was asking him to teach how to remove that innocence. Sexually, that was already long done, but in the other ways? Not so much, and Mew liked it that way. His eyebrows furrowed, and he frowned. "Explain in what ways you want to change that for me, won't you?" The inquiry was spoken evenly, giving away no other signs that he disliked the idea. There were a lot of variables to what London was asking him, and how Mew could even help or if it went too far against his nature to allow, let alone teach. It all came down to what the faerie wanted. Mew noticed London's reaction to his touch to the faerie's thigh along the bite marks, but he could not let in to the wants that it caused within him. He needed to feed, and he could not risk getting a bloodlust going while being intimate with London, not when the male was so very pale and needed to replenish blood. And once he was out of the place and able to do that, Mew felt better overall on all accounts. So he'd gone home to take a shower to wash the blood off, and had started to get the water ready and undress when the faerie walked into the bathroom and asked to shower together. Mew was silent for a moment, but at the pout and begging, he relented and gave a nod of his head and a small smile. Then he stepped into the shower and grabbed the shampoo, pouring some in his hand and waiting for London to get in. When the faerie did so, Mew would then proceed with going for London's hair to wash it. template by Delusional

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[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

A deep red blush contrasted against his pale cheeks as he was asked to explain in what ways, feeling slightly uncomfortable, wondering how even to start, his eyes not resting on Mew’s, unable to look him in the eyes. “I um…I just feel like I am uneducated sexually, not that you haven’t done a good job so far, but I just feel like I’m stupid in a way,” He kept his eyes on the ground, biting his lower lip. There were many times he felt like he should have realized some sort of innuendo that was brought up in conversation or on a situational basis. “I’ve gotten teased for it, for not realizing things. I just want to know what everyone else knows,” he says softly, his voice growing softer, more self-conscious, a little worried Mew would judge him based on that because that’s basically all he had gotten the past few years.

London managed to watching him undress for a moment as he stepped inside, looking at the male, waiting for an answer, hoping he would not say no. They had never showered together before, but he wanted to try to be close to him. Then again, part of him was all too scared that Mew wouldn’t want him after what he mentioned in the kitchen, silently unable to calm himself down in that moment. He relaxed slightly when the male nodded, seeing the smile, smiling a little bit as well. London pulled the shirt off over his head and stepped inside. He felt him begin to shampoo his hair and closed his eyes for a moment and slipped his arms lightly around the vampire. This was the first time he had ever showered with someone before, which was interesting, although he figured he should probably be doing something just now. He grabbed some shower gel and put his arms up and began to shampoo the male’s hair then, having to press against him.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #000000; border: solid 5px #333333; true] And there was the blessed blush Mew enjoyed so very much. Yes, keep that coming. That wasn't something Mew wanted to go away, no matter how much that London wanted to be more educated on things. Enough to fend off innocence. He still does not want to, but he doesn't say it now. He waits to see what it is that London will ask first, what specifically the male wanted in this matter. The fact that London couldn't look him in the eyes while speaking of it wasn't a good sign, but Mew listened still. He frowned halfway at what he was hearing, pushing his hair back from his face as he debated that within his mind. How in the world was he suppost to just teach that out of the blue? Mew was going at action, not really the teacher part, though. This would be difficult to figure out how to go about doing. He held back a sigh at the prospect of it, but London was speaking again, and in those words an idea occurred to Mew. Not what London would expect, perhaps, but Mew couldn't bring these kind of teachings forth from the top of his head. He brought a hand up, tapping at his lower lip as he let the thought roll around in his head. Well, Mew couldn't see a reason why not. So he shrugged at London. "I'm not really good at doing this kind of thing off the top of my head. If I hear something or see something when you are around, I can point out the meanings and such... but you shouldn't care so much on losing this innocence, London. It's endearing. However, if you must insist on it, then for now I would advise you to watch porn with dialect. That's the best I can come up with, if what I am doing for you isn't enough." And there it was. Was London surprised he said yes to the shower? Mew thought it was time to work on that part more, not much more to it, though he knew London would be happy about it. So that was Mew's reasonings for it. Shampooing London's hair was the easy part, and Mew had to hold himself in place with the faerie's arms around him. It wasn't unpleasent to feel at all, but just different while in the shower. When London was no longer holding him, but going for his hair with the shower gel, Mew tilted his head lower a bit to help. He felt the press of the faerie to him and shivered a little. After that was done, Mew stepped aside to let London get in the water better to rinse the shampoo out. At that point, Mew grabbed a loofah and put some of the shower gel on it, going to scrub gently at London's back. template by Delusional

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