Time: Sunday - Immediately after The Conclave and concurrent with Julian and Thorne's encounter in "Mutual Wants".
In the aftermath of the tension filled Conclave, Cash is prowling the emptying room, unable to settle. On edge with fasting prior to Frank's Embrace, the tension of the meeting just ended is exaggerated by the presence of the two Tremere.
Morgaine picks up two glasses and swiftly moves to the Gangrel's side, stopping him in mid-prowl. "Sssh, drink," she purrs in a stage whisper. "Forget them."
"It's not *them* I'm worried about, lover, it's Frank. What if I mess this up?" Cash gestures broadly, almost tipping the wine out of his glass. "I would never forgive myself."
"You won't." Morgaine stifles a laugh as she runs her hand along Cash's thigh. "Let me ease your mind ... upstairs."
Cash almost purrs at her touch. "My witch, my *mind* isn't what will need easing if you keep this up...." the Gangrel teases back.
"Come," she says, taking his hand. "Let us say our goodnights to Julian and be on our way." Morgaine leads Cash back to Julian's side. "We're going to take our leave, if that's all right, my lord."
Cash grins, rather abashed, at the prince. When Morgaine makes up her mind, a wise man just goes along for the ride.
Julian's reverie in the image of the blond Tremere primogen before him is broken by his sister's voice. "Oh, yes. By all means, go ahead." He catches the "introduce us" look from his sister. "But, I forget my manners. Thorne Severan, this is my elder sibling, Morgaine."
Thorne inclines his head, smiling easily. "It is good to meet you, Morgaine," he murmurs warmly. [Sib of Julian's.... always so dangerous and yet so fascinating, the Ventrue women..]
Morgaine curtseys, ever so slightly. "And you, too. I trust we'll be seeing more of you at the mansion." She cuts a knowing glance at Julian before kissing him deeply.
"I should hope so," Thorne replies smoothly, beginning to relax a bit since the tension of the Conclave.
Julian breaks off the kiss after a moment, turning his attention to Cash. He fingers the silver choker, tugging at it lightly, just enough to cause it to pull against the Gangrel's neck. "You toed the line very well tonight, Cash. Go, let her fix whatever it is that's bothering you." He claims Cash's mouth roughly.
Cash leans in, obedient to the tug on his neck. [I'm yours, Julian.] The Gangrel opens to his lover's kiss, one hand slipping up to grasp Julian's jacket. [My lover and lord.]
Julian lingers on the kiss, probing familiar lips and tongue, welcoming Cash's touch ... before breaking off. "You are mine forever, first and foremost, always the one I come home to," he says softly. "Remember, we are part of each other." He shoos Ventrue and Gangrel away with a loving mental command. Morgaine tightens her grip on Cash's hand and teasingly tugs him out the door.
Cash smiles and nods, surrendering to Morgaine's insistent tug, [Always yours, beloved, first and foremost.] He turns away and just as the door closes, the two elder Kindred hear a startled yelp of feminine protest and a laugh from the Gangrel. Cash's hand soothes over the impudent pinch, caressing the underside of Morgaine's ass. "Impatient one......"
"Impatient? Me?" Morgaine spins around and pins Cash against the foyer wall, cupping his cock with one hand while the other roams up toward his hair. "So you wanted to stay in there?" She is all smiles, her mood a bit mischievous.
"Not a chance, the wizards give me the -- what we used to call heebie jeebies. I don't like them, much. You don't like 'em much either, I hear."
"It's hard to like people who leave you for dead," Morgaine smirks. "But I'm over it for the most part." She presses her hand into his groin, stroking along the soft denim. "In fact, I was kind of intrigued by Thorne's second. Very nice." [I'll have to get to know him better.] she muses to herself.
Cash grumbles, "Well, they are both *decorative*, but then so was the jerk who wanted my head. Julian says I have to keep the peace." A sour look on the Gangrel's face gives his opinion of that.
The Ventrue laughs lightly at Cash's description of the Tremere. "Decorative? Perhaps I should have stuffed the one I killed, instead of letting Daedalus tear him apart. We could have put him in the corner over there." She gestures toward a corner of the entrance hall currently occupied by a large potted plant.
Cash howls with laughter at the imp in his lover's face. "Stuffed!" he gasps... chortling.
"There. That's better. I like it when you laugh." Morgaine smiles, running a finger down Cash's nose.
"Yeah, things have been kinda tense around here the last few days. Haven't had a lot of laughing moments. But like Julian said the other night, 'you're here, it's the best of times'."
"Too many irons in the fire," Morgaine muses. "I can feel it in Julian, can't you?. He's being pulled too many ways." She leans in and claims his lips with a deep kiss. [But these are good times ... here with you and him. Home again.]
Cash returns the kiss in full measure, slipping his hand up to caress the back of her neck, holding her close, fingers stroking the nape of her neck lightly. The Gangrel's fingers find their way into the upswept hair, capturing a hairpin and pulling it away. Despite the threat of the Brujah and the stress of the impending Embrace, Cash finds himself caught up in his lover's impish mood. Julian's passion with Thorne is echoing in their link, the prince is also in a devil-may-care mood.
Morgaine slips her hands under Cash's leather jacket, her fingers starting to unbutton his shirt as her mouth presses hungrily against his. [Cash, I want you. Now.]
[YES.] Cash decides in that moment that he's not going to wait. Not even for the necessary time to make it to his rooms or hers. He is walking an edge of the Hunger, fasting for tomorrow's planned Embrace of his childe and his hold on all his appetites is less than perfect. Cash's hand in Morgaine's hair loosens another pin, this one slipping down the back of her suit jacket to fall, unheeded, to the floor.
Morgaine senses the urgency in Cash's movements, his mental tone. She also knows what the pre-Embrace fast can be like. He's all on edge, she can tell, every inch of his body ready to explode in anticipation. She breaks the kiss, leaning her head back into his caress.. "Our room's too far," she gasps, breathlessly. "What's close?"
"Library." Cash pants out. He's gone totally Gangrel for the Conclave tonight, worn blue jeans cuffed over battered boots, plain white tee shirt. His only concession to the Conclave is a pair of briefs instead of going "commando". He owns suits, even a tux, thanks to needing to accompany Julian to business meetings and formal events. But at Conclave, he flaunts his Gangrel heritage in battered leathers. Such a contrast to his lover, who is dressed in a dark suit with only the hint of a burgundy silk shirt showing under the black wool. Cash has been admiring the long, lean legs shown off by the short skirt and high heels all night. But now her upswept hair is beginning to fall down and Cash's hands are busy on the jacket buttons, and Morgaine looks very wanton indeed.
Morgaine inches the T-shirt from Cash's jeans and works her hands under it along the cold skin. She loves this look on him, the James Dean attitude. It's so non-Julian, so different from the Ventrue. Like her brother, she's attracted to the wild side of the Gangrel, the rebellious nature. "Cash, my love ... to the library. Now," she pleads. Cash's preoccupation with Frank's Embrace and Julian's mood have left the Ventrue beauty without her favored lovers for several nights. And she's none too happy about it. She understands, and even approves of what's going on ... well, some of it ... but she wants either her brother or the Gangrel back in her bed.
"Yeah, right NOW." Cash back her up, pinning her against the library door, groping behind her for the knob.
"I thought you'd NEVER move," she gasps, holding tight around his chest as he opens the door behind her.
"Oh, my witch.... " Cash's hand goes back into her hair, scattering the last pins onto the carpet to form a minefield for the cleaning crew's vacuums. His breath whistles in his teeth as he backs her toward the sofa, intent on unbuttoning her blouse with his free hand as he goes.
Morgaine shakes her hair free, not caring that it falls across her face. She is feeling wicked this evening, entranced with her Gangrel lover. Images of Julian being pleasured by Thorne float in and out of her brain, but she has nearly shut down the link between them tonight. "My lord, what do you desire?" she teases, her tongue rubbing the edge of her teeth.
Cash is feeling anything but submissive despite Julian's hand on his collar earlier. There is a touch of anger still rolling around in the back of his mind from the threats Cameron made against his child-to-be and an edgy impatience with everything and everyone. "I want you on your knees, my witch. Pleasure me?" It's not quite a command, but less than a request. The relationship between Cash and Morgaine has its dom/sub moments, but for the most part is truly one of equals. The Ventrue is often willingly submissive, more teasingly than true, as a means to satisfying her desires. But this decidedly dominant position Cash has taken intrigues her, arouses her even more.
"Yes, domini. Command me." [Cash, do what you need to do. Take from me whatever you need.]
"Gods, Morgaine, you are so sexy. Strip for me." Cash throws himself down on the sofa, legs wide, a grin *just* this side of a leer on his face. "Under that prim and proper suit, there's a woman's body. I need to see it." The Gangrel's voice is rough, arousal evident in every syllable.
"Yes, my lord." Morgaine shakes the hair back from her face and stands directly in front of Cash, her feet slightly parted. Her hands move down the lapel of the black wool jacket, undoing the last buttons. Slowly, she slips it off her shoulders; it falls down her arms to the floor at her feet. Never breaking eye contact with him, Morgaine moves her hands behind her and unzips the skirt, letting it drop to lay with the jacket.
She stretches her arms, bringing them down to cross behind her head. The movement pulls the blouse up a bit to reveal black lace garter and stockings. Morgaine is at heart a temptress, and she's reveling in feeding Cash the attention he craves. She points a black stiletto-heeled foot to one side and pauses to let the Gangrel enjoy the view.
The Gangrel's tongue darts out to lick his suddenly dry lips. His eyes are sparking with silver. He leans forward and lays a firm hand on the outside of her thigh, edging it upward to caress the flesh at the top of her stocking. He runs a fingertip around the top of the nylon to just inside her thigh, then lifts his hand away and leans back.
Morgaine arches her back at the touch of Cash's hand. "Ahhhh ... Domini ..." She pulls her hands down across her shoulders to the front of her blouse, and gingerly undoes each button, leaving the cuffs for last. She pulls the blouse back on her shoulders, letting it hang there. Her hands move back across her body, caressing and cupping each breast through the black lace of her bra.
Again the Gangrel leans forward. This time a hand on each hip, pulling her close enough to lap at her stomach, probing her belly button with an impudent tongue, sliding his hands around her waist under the loosened silk of her shirt and over the curve of her hips. That move elicits a small moan from the Ventrue, who fights back the urge to force Cash to continue his teasing attentions. She lets her arms fall to her sides, allowing the blouse to drop to the floor.
Cash is delighted. The breasts in front of his face are barely restrained by the black lace, the front clasp beckons him, and he puts a questioning fingertip on it. [Don't want to ruin your dance, my lover, but may I?] his thought a wicked growl.
[By all means, my lord.] Morgaine crosses her hands behind her, in a combination of "parade rest" and submission. Her eyes are tinged with silver, betraying the desirous hunger she holds at bay.
The Gangrel's hands trail cool over her stomach, pausing for a moment to cup her breasts in their cradle of black silk, then with a flick the snap parts. The hands fall away as Cash leans back like a sultan watching a favored houri. But the languid posture is belied by the hard erection tenting his jeans.
Morgaine stretches her arms, arching her back, her pert breasts silhouetted by the lacy cups of the bra. She relishes in the temptation she offers, as Lilith once beckoned Caine into the darkness. She moves her hand to a shoulder, moving each of the satiny straps down the arm, the repeats the movement on the other side. The bra falls to the floor with the blouse.
Cash grins appreciatively. [My own private dancer, dear heart. I like this, I like this a lot.] "Turn, let me see you."
The Celtic beauty turns slowly, shaking her hair down across her back as she does, letting her lover revel in her flesh, giving him control over her movements. "Like this?"
"Yesssss. Morgaine, I love your hair, love to take it down and see it fall against your skin like an ebony waterfall." Cash sighs deeply, "So beautiful, my dancer."
"It is for you, my lord ... my hair ... my skin ... my heart," she says, coming full turn. She stands before him clad only in panties, garter, hose and heels. "My gypsy ... tell me what you want."
"I told you, dancer, I want you on your knees." Cash's voice is a harsh growl, his hand points imperiously at the floor between his booted feet, but the link between them is awash with love as well as lust.
"No, wait." Cash reaches into the back of his waistband, and pulls out his knife. "Mind if those panties are destroyed?" A wicked glint in his eyes. "I can offer a shopping spree at Victoria's Secret."
"No, my lord, not at all," she says with a wicked smile. "I am yours to do with as you like." [And I absolutely ADORE the idea of a shopping spree.] She takes a step closer to the Gangrel.
Cash chuckles at the thought in his head. [I'll even carry packages, IF you'll model for me.] The Gangrel reaches out, slipping a finger under the garter belt, lifting the satin away from the Ventrue beauty's skin. The point of his knife rides up the crease between belly and thigh, caressing the curves to cut up the side seam of the panties, the razor sharp blade parting the satin with an almost inaudible rip.
"Mmmmm ... nice touch." Morgaine moans softly, the feel of the blade's steel against her skin freeing a river of memories, mostly of Julian. The images slip through the link with her lover... snatches of the dungeon ... satiny ribbons ... blood dripping from wounds ... sheer ecstasy.
The blade moves to repeat the motion on the other side, but cutting left handed is a touch awkward and the blade tip just scores her skin. "Yeesss ... Domini ... matrice ... maitre ..." The words for master, learned so many years ago at Ventrue hands trip off Morgaine's tongue, each one filled with a lusty quality. A single memory floats through her mind ... that of Julian and Daedalus scoring dissecting lines across her body with the tip of a stiletto and Kindred tongues lapping at the crimson rivulet.
Cash groans at the image of Kindred sensuality that sears across their link. "OH, goddess." He rips the shredded satin away from Morgaine's body and fastens his mouth over the wound, sucking greedily for a moment.
[Not too much, my love.] Morgaine lets the Gangrel soothe the wound for just a moment before pushing him back against the sofa. She drops to her knees between his legs, her unaverted gaze from his eyes the only contradiction to her submissiveness. Her fingers outline his erection as she moves her hands to the waistband of her jeans. "My lord, may I now?"
[I know, beloved, control, control.] He arches into her hands. "Tempt me, temptress." He nods his permission for her to continue.
With practiced ease, her fingers make quick work of the buttons, opening the fly and trailing her fingertips over the white cotton briefs. She leans down, licking the length of his erection and taking his cotton-clad cock teasingly into her mouth.
"ARRGH! That's why I never wear these damn things!!!" the Gangrel complains vigorously.
Morgaine hooks her fingers into the waistband of the jeans and briefs and pulls them down on Cash's hips just enough to free his cock from its textile prison. "Better, my lord?" She runs her tongue temptingly across the edge of her teeth.
"Much better." The Gangrel growls. "Do it. Now." [No more teasing.] The Gangrel's voice is hard, cold, but a rush of loving teasing washes through the link they share. These two are not bonded together as close as either of them are to Julian. When they were first lovers, they were only linked through the prince, but recently they are beginning to notice an infant bond between them even when Julian is not present.
"Yes, my lord. As you will." The words, said in mock submission, are heartfelt nonetheless. The Celtic Ventrue is intrigued by her new lover, so different from Julian or Archon, yet subtly alike. He wields a silent control over Julian, she thinks, one that neither the Gangrel or even her younger brother is truly aware of. A backwash of passion and lust surges through her bond with Julian. [Damn you, brother. You should be here, comforting your lover.]
But she's not going to let her anger with Julian for pleasing himself keep her from enjoying the Gangrel's flesh. Bracing her hands against Cash's thighs, treading the edge of fabric and flesh. She takes his cock in her mouth, giving it a long hard suck. He arches his ass off the sofa, boot heels digging into the Persian carpet on the floor as he presses into his lover's delicious mouth.
While Cash isn't deliberately locking Julian out of their bond tonight, the Gangrel is unconsciously shunting those feelings away from his awareness. The fact that Julian's new lover is Tremere disturbs the Gangrel more than he would like to admit. There are still unhealed memories of his fledgling days tied up in his fear of that clan, and the time he has been spending thinking about his Embrace and early days has those memories very close to the surface right now. They are not, however, interfering one tiny bit with his enjoyment of his Ventrue lover.
Morgaine suckles his cock in her mouth, working her hands to its base and splaying them across his balls, kneading and working them as her lips wrap around the slick shaft. She moves up and down along it, flicking her tongue against the skin as she does.
Cash buries his hands in her hair again. Not forcing the pace or the depth, just holding her hard enough to let her feel it. "So good. Such an obedient one. How I love you on your knees, worshipping my cock." [I'll kiss you like a goddess, my lover, worship you in return. Someday soon. promise.] "But not too much, my dancer," Cash cautions, slipping his hands into her hair. "Don't push me over the edge, I want a lap dance later." [Know you like to be on top, my witch, so save something for yourself.]
Morgaine pushes against the hands in her hair, not struggling, but assuring herself of their presence. She continues her reverent ministrations, working skillfully on her lover's cock, moment by moment pulling him closer to orgasm.
Her tongue twirls around the icy hardness of his cock tip, her hands pressing against his flesh, keeping him from arching too much, Morgaine focuses her attentions solely on her newest lover, this man kept just out of her reach for so many decades by the necessities of Kindred politics. [I should have come home more often ... no fair for Julian to have all the pleasure of this body.]
A wicked glint, a flash of silver, sparks in her eyes as she pulls her head up against his hand, tightening his fingers' grasp on her hair. "Just to the edge, Cash ... just far enough to make you want more," she teases.
"I always want more of you, my dear. It will take me centuries to be sated by your beauty, if I ever am. You would have made a Gangrel, my witch, your blood enflames me the way Julian describes the first taste of my blood in *his* mouth." She makes an affirmative little noise as she continues her ministrations. His hands rest on the back of her head, not pushing, just *there*, continuing their half jesting game of dominance and submission.
They both know that as old as she is and as powerful, that she could overcome him in a real contest of strength, though maybe not easily, for the Gangrel as a clan are hell-bent fighters and he has been a warrior from his mortal childhood. But with age in the Kindred comes strength, both physical and mental.
Morgaine slowly pulls back on Cash's cock, letting her tongue drag along its underside, taking care to tantalize him without pushing him too far. Don't want to spoil the fun later, she muses. The game they play is an old one ... one she played with Julian and even Archon ... a test of who really has control in the relationship.
She won Julian over, but never Archon. The bastard never relented, never gave up anything. A flash of anger, an image of rejection. She erases it from her mind as quickly as it comes through.
Cash catches the bare edge of the hastily suppressed thought, but the anger seeps through despite Morgaine's intentions. [He never unbent -- even in the sack, did he?] Cash wryly agrees. "Enough of the past, my lord." Morgaine speaks breathlessly "I'm much more interested in the present ... and pleasure."
"To be sure," the Gangrel's voice is also short. His breath hissing out between his teeth, "Come," he tugs up on her hair, just slightly, "Dance."
"Yesss." She slinks her way up his body, shaking her hair against his fingers, kissing the flesh as she goes. "My love, let me please you." Morgaine ends up straddling Cash's lap, absently brushing the stray locks of hair from his brow.
His engorged cock strains against her pubic hair as she moves up his body. "You please me by merely existing, my dark angel," Cash whispers against her fingers on his face. The fingers of one hand twirl around his temple as those of the other reach down between their bodies to guide his cock inside her body.
"My existence is so much more now that you are in my life." With a single thrust of her hips downward, she pushes the stiff erection deep into her body. The action is followed by a gasp, as their bodies join, giving way quickly to lust. [How the hell can Julian not want this constantly?]
As her cool wetness engulfs him, he arches up gently again. Her weight is more or less on her feet as she crouches above him, her hands going out to his shoulders to steady her balance. He reaches up and links his hands around her wrists, leaning back as far as he can to be able to push up into her.
The stiletto points of her black heels scar and scuff the leather of the sofa as Morgaine finds the right balance for her weight against Cash's bracing. For a nanosecond she's concerned, then doesn't give a damn anymore. [Oh, hell with it. Serves the prince right that he'll have to replace the couch. And he can afford it.] She pushes down, riding Cash's cock in a slow, steady rhythm, her head tilted back at the pleasurable sensation.
"OH, yeah, my black rose. Find your pleasure, my sweet one." The anger and insecurity that Cash had been feeling early in the night, his disgust at Cameron and his dismay at Julian's newest lover, all are an eternity away. Here and now, the world is comprised of *this* enticing Kindred, her blood singing to him beneath her skin as she moves over him.
So perfect, the Ventrue thinks. "Everything so far away. Just us." The words are mingled with small moans as she hits on that spot where her entire being is concentrated on passion's release. Her fingers clutch at Cash's shoulders, the nails making small indentations, just piercing the skin.
Cash hisses just a touch at the tiny pain, "Yesssss, come for me. Give me your passion, witch, temptress. That's it.... " His voice trails off into harsh gasps as her increasingly frantic movements bring him close as well. He releases one wrist and drops his hand between their joined bodies, his touch firm against her clit. [Tell me!]
The attention to her throbbing clit is just the right touch, driving Morgaine over the precipice. "Yes ... my lord ... Domini ... ah, I'm coming ... so good ... ahhh ... that's it, Cash ... harder ... do it." The thoughts come rambling out in a stream of senseless consciousness as the orgasm's warmth surges through her body, very nearly making the icy Kindred flesh feel normal.
The Gangrel's near howl of completion echoes her. "YEAH, oh yes...." Cash arches up into her one last time as his cool seed spills into her. She collapses onto his chest, as he shudders beneath her.
An eternity later, she sighs in his arms. "My lord, you're positively wicked when you're like this," Morgaine purrs. "So much like Julian." She runs a finger along her lips, sucking lightly on it. "I know it's the Hunger that has your body on edge, your passions heightened. But I must admit I like this side of you, the wanton sensualist."
"Ahhh, my witch, passion's always there, just under the surface," Cash starts. "You bring it out so well, I don't need to hide the Wild from you, dearling. " He feathers a series of kisses along the edge of her neck, ending with a tiny nip on the curve of her earlobe, the ruby set their scraping his teeth. "And I *am* hungry, maybe just a touch too much." Suddenly the Gangrel buries his face against the side of her neck. "Gods, Morgaine, I am afraid. I can't screw this up. I just can't."
The Ventrue's hands soothe his hair, combing through the unruly strands. "You won't, my love. You'll do fine," Morgaine reassures. "You need to take the edge off ... drink just a little blood. There's no reason to starve yourself. It won't help you or Frank."
Cash pulls himself under control again, sometimes just knowing that others see you in a competent light is enough to make a difference. "I just haven't had to do this fasting thing before, love. And then to have to do the Embrace in front of Julian. I keep remembering the tales of fledglings that didn't make it." Cash shivers a bit under Morgaine's hands.
Morgaine knows exactly where he's coming from. She's been there. Slowly she rises to her elbows against his chest, letting her hands cup his face. "Your fledgling will survive. He will thrive because *he* has you ... and *you* have Julian and me." Her voice is soothing, loving. "Cash, let my blood nourish you tonight. Let my body strengthen you."
"My Dark Irish Rose, my enchantress, thank you. I've faced the Brujah less tense than this. Why is it easier to kill than to create life?" Cash gently pulls her back down so that she is more or less laying on top of him, her head pillowed on his chest.
"Because creating life takes love and commitment. Killing just requires an instant of passion." Morgaine kisses his chest, running a finger down his throat and twirling it around his nipple. "Some Kindred never create another life. They can't cope with committing themselves to caring for another soul." She smiles, musing on her own childer and where their lives have taken them. "Being a parent is hard work. Giving birth is the easy part."
"So my mother used to say." Cash grinned. "I never fathered a mortal child," Cash muses. [At least not any I know about.] He threads his hands though her long black hair, restless fingers massaging her scalp unconsciously.
"Mmmm, you have a soothing touch. So much of the perfect sire in you already." Morgaine nuzzles in closer to Cash. "You truly care about the people close to you." She kisses his chest again. "You'll give new life to Frank, pick him up when he falls, nurture him until he can fly on his own. That's all we can do for a childe."
[Everything I craved and didn't have, oh my cub.] "Archon was as close to a sire as I had, Morgaine. But I'm not into the power of being a sire. I started out doing this just to please Julian, but now that I know the man, I like him for himself."
"It's not about power, Cash ... not entirely. It's about Embracing someone who's of value to the clan, another soul that speaks to yours. I'm glad you like Frank." [Maybe making him Kindred will erase all the bad we did to Alexandra.] "You know, I really need to meet this man who has *infected* my lovers." She smiles.
"He's a lot like me, a loner who craves 'home' and 'family'. People like us do well as Gangrels 'cause neither the pack life or the road alone scares us." Cash absently kisses the top of Morgaine's head. "Just tell him you're a friend of Lillie's," Cash smirks. "It'll be instant fascination. She's got her hooks in him already."
"I'd rather be known as your lover than Lillie's friend," Morgaine counters, giggling. Then she deadpans, "But I think being Julian's sister puts me on better footing with him."
"ELDER sister, even" Cash chortles. "He still hasn't figured out that Kindred love where they will, and I gotta admit, it took me a while to get my mind around that one, too. He was worried this afternoon that I was mad at him, jealous over Julian. Hell, if the two of you can share *me*, I can share my childe."
"One of the first rules of being Kindred ... even more important than not breaking the Masquerade, I think ... is learning that human morality doesn't apply." Morgaine pulls herself up to Cash's neck, nuzzling against the cool skin. "I mean, by human standards, we're one big incestuous family ... sleeping with our sires and our childer." She nips lightly at his throat. "But, being Kindred, we can't exist any other way. Our sensuality won't allow for anything less than that.
Cash throws back his head to give her access, baring his throat to her teeth. [Gods, witch, you are sensuality incarnate. Taste me.]
Morgaine sinks her fangs into the vein pulsing along his throat. [Yes, my gypsy. Let me taste your wildness. Feast on your passions again.]
[Consume me, dark one. Take me.] Cash groans again, he loves the ecstasy of the Kiss; a tiny slip of reason says "you need to drink, not be drunk from" but Cash ignores it.
She fills her mouth with his crimson life-force, taking as much as a Kindred would need for days ... intentionally, reasoning that she will give Cash back as much as she takes. Then she pulls off and throws her head back, letting the Gangrel blood caress the back of her throat.
The ecstasy of the moment subsiding, she looks again her lover, her hair falling across her eyes, his blood trickling from the corners of her lips. "Cash, take back from me now what I drank. Let the blood of the Ventrue ... my strength bonded with Archon and Julian ... nourish you."
Cash is lost in her eyes, in her scent. He reaches up and buries his hands in her hair, the ebony strands wrapping around his wrists. He pulls her in for an almost harsh kiss, tasting himself in her mouth. His tongue flicks away the blood trail from her lips and he kisses his way down to her throat. "I need this, my witch, need your blood. My roots, my home -- you and yours have always been that. Morgaine......"
"Take me, my love." Morgaine delights in the bondage at her lover's hands. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer. She feels a pang of regret, though, at having not been around to watch Cash "grow up" in this house. Her voice drops so low as to be barely audible. "Archon gave you a home. Julian gave you his love. Now I will help you create life." Then her thoughts turn to her own childer, three beautiful "boys" alive and in the dark.
His teeth enter her neck gently, the Kiss almost a sacrament between them. Cash suckles against her neck for long minutes, taking enough to keep the blood flowing, but drawing out the moment, reveling in the heady taste of an elder Kindred's blood.
[Need this, need you..... home......... safe.] The disjointed thoughts in their bond echo back to the Ventrue.
[You'll always have a place wherever I am.]
