Malice Melting
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Category:
+S through Z › Vampire the Masquerade
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,773
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Vampire: The Masquerade, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
The next evening she was able to catch his presence before he could try to melt any of her work. She turned to face where he stood, once more in the doorway, one of her hands on the cover of her book where it lay on the desk. ‘Start the conversation,’ she thought to herself. ‘You have to be in control this time.’
“Hello again, Mr. Sinclair. Is there anything I can do for you?”
His eyes changed ever so slightly and she felt herself grow warm, quite a feat for one as perpetually cold as she was. “I can think of a few things, love… but for now I just want to talk with you.”
“Talk? About what, exactly? You’d best not be wasting my time, Mr. Sinclair. I don’t know about you, but I like to keep up with my studies.”
Riley’s features shifted, obviously trying to hold back laughter for some reason beyond Freya. “Oh, I never have trouble keeping it up, love.” He winked in her direction, raising one eyebrow suggestively.
Brow furrowed in confusion, Freya slowly went over his response, not exactly sure what he meant by…. Oh. “O-oh dear… Really Mr. Sinclair, let’s try and keep things professional here!”
Again his eyebrows raised, his smile nearly smoldering upon his fine features. “Professional? Well, love, didn’t know any Tremere were into that sort of thing. Thought you were more about the libraries an’ all that. ‘Sides, you’re not exactly dressed right for…”
“Mr. Sinclair!” Her face felt flush and she quickly looked away to hide the very slight and uncontrolled coloration of her cheek. Her blood was boiling, from anger of course. What else could it be… “Let’s be serious now. If you’re looking to talk about… that sort of thing, I’m sure there’s some 900 numbers you could call. I, however, have a bit more dignity than to sink to such things. So if you have nothing productive to say, then leave.”
“Oh? Know any good numbers then? Actually, I used to work for one a while-”
“Mr. Sinclair! Enough is enough!”
“Enough, hmmm?”
Another switch in his mood and features. Freya tried to make a mental note of each to write down later. This time they turned almost dark, his eyes narrowed and fixed on her, his smirk pulling his lips back just enough so that his teeth showed ever so slightly. One loose strand of dark hair framed the left side of his face, caressing his cheek as he stalked towards her. Freya immediately darted her eyes away, mentally chanting to herself “don’t look into his eyes, don’t look into his eyes…” But as her attention was turned elsewhere, Riley’s hand slipped up to cup her chin, guiding her face to tilt up and look directly at him. She gasped upon seeing him so close, the feeling of his long fingers on her making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. He held her there for aent ent before leaning in, his lips mere centimeters from her ear.
“Don’t you get it, love? You’ll never get enough of me.”
With that he released her from his light grip, turning on his heals and leaving the room once more with Freya confused, flustered, and significantly warmer than she had been a few moments before.
“Hello again, Mr. Sinclair. Is there anything I can do for you?”
His eyes changed ever so slightly and she felt herself grow warm, quite a feat for one as perpetually cold as she was. “I can think of a few things, love… but for now I just want to talk with you.”
“Talk? About what, exactly? You’d best not be wasting my time, Mr. Sinclair. I don’t know about you, but I like to keep up with my studies.”
Riley’s features shifted, obviously trying to hold back laughter for some reason beyond Freya. “Oh, I never have trouble keeping it up, love.” He winked in her direction, raising one eyebrow suggestively.
Brow furrowed in confusion, Freya slowly went over his response, not exactly sure what he meant by…. Oh. “O-oh dear… Really Mr. Sinclair, let’s try and keep things professional here!”
Again his eyebrows raised, his smile nearly smoldering upon his fine features. “Professional? Well, love, didn’t know any Tremere were into that sort of thing. Thought you were more about the libraries an’ all that. ‘Sides, you’re not exactly dressed right for…”
“Mr. Sinclair!” Her face felt flush and she quickly looked away to hide the very slight and uncontrolled coloration of her cheek. Her blood was boiling, from anger of course. What else could it be… “Let’s be serious now. If you’re looking to talk about… that sort of thing, I’m sure there’s some 900 numbers you could call. I, however, have a bit more dignity than to sink to such things. So if you have nothing productive to say, then leave.”
“Oh? Know any good numbers then? Actually, I used to work for one a while-”
“Mr. Sinclair! Enough is enough!”
“Enough, hmmm?”
Another switch in his mood and features. Freya tried to make a mental note of each to write down later. This time they turned almost dark, his eyes narrowed and fixed on her, his smirk pulling his lips back just enough so that his teeth showed ever so slightly. One loose strand of dark hair framed the left side of his face, caressing his cheek as he stalked towards her. Freya immediately darted her eyes away, mentally chanting to herself “don’t look into his eyes, don’t look into his eyes…” But as her attention was turned elsewhere, Riley’s hand slipped up to cup her chin, guiding her face to tilt up and look directly at him. She gasped upon seeing him so close, the feeling of his long fingers on her making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. He held her there for aent ent before leaning in, his lips mere centimeters from her ear.
“Don’t you get it, love? You’ll never get enough of me.”
With that he released her from his light grip, turning on his heals and leaving the room once more with Freya confused, flustered, and significantly warmer than she had been a few moments before.