I'm a bit lost in the feelings and knowledge rushing over me but it only takes a few moments to realize he has walked out. I run my fingers through my hair and stand up glaring up the stair, "Bed! It is not like you to run away, is it Alard?"
I take a few steps up towards his froze figure, "You're stronger than this... do not run."
I stop when he uses my name and clench my jaw. He uses it with such familiarity and accusation.
You're stronger than this... do not run.
I do not often get angry but I feel it rise in me now. I steady myself then turn my head to look at him. "I do not run away. This, is me not playing along with whatever it is you have in mind Vadim. I don't play games and I do not like surprises either."
I smirk, "Oh now, surely you found me to be quite the nice surprise when you first saw me, yes?"
He turns away and continues up the stairs and I frown; I thought that was amusing. Going after him I explain myself, "Bed, knowing about you was surprise to me."
He continues to walk and I scowl and walk faster catching up to him and grabbing his arm, "I do not play games Bed. The flood of information was shown to me with your kiss. It is a power I have yet to tame," I look into his eyes, "I meant no disrespect by using your given name... I was overcome with...desire."
"From what I have heard Vadim you do play games, you are good at them." I eye him then look directly at where he has a grip on my arm as I pull it out of his grasp.
I look back up into his eyes wanting to believe him but knowing he cannot be trusted. "And if the truth is as you say then perhaps it is best that your desire be kept in check."
It is not the first shove off I have received, probably not the last, but this one hurts. I want him yes, but it is not that. I know it is my reputation that has him at arms length now.
I nod my head slightly to the side, "Your trepidation is understood. I have no reason to speak of the knowledge I have gained," I feel a pang of sorrow as I continue, "I wish I had only gained the kiss and not the information Bed, truly I do."
I stare at him for a good minute. I like to feel I am a good judge of character and at the moment I feel he is being honest. But whether my judgement is being biased because I really did enjoy the kiss or not I am not sure.
I come to some sort of a decision. I speak as I step past him on the stairs and move back down toward the wine cellar. "You can tell me about this power and what it took from me over the rest of the wine. It would be a shame to waste it."
It has been a very, very long time since I smiled this wide. I watch him make his way back down and compose myself before joining him.
"Seems I have the gift of sight," leering at him I sit close, "that's not to say the sight of you isn't a gift."
I'll ignore the roll of his eyes because I see the corner of his lips twitch. I lean back and take my glass in hand, "I have treated it as a parlor trick for most of my years, however I am learning under Lord Edward to control it."
I turn to him, "That is to not read everything that is sent to me. The training has actually opened me up to so much more, but I am learning to block it - or trying to. But you, the kiss," I smile softly and genuinely at him, "the intensity was quite powerful. I do apologize."
I try not to be sucked in by his words of flattery but I cannot help but want them. I recognise in myself the pull to him that I feel. As I have done with each of my mates, I knew they were more than a casual interest, but then I did not share myself with them fully till they became that, my mate. With those special ones I am extra careful and he has already stepped beyond my boundaries.
I listen to him explain his power and how he describes the kiss. The intensity. He felt it too.
I sip my wine and cut my eyes to him. "You have used this sight of yours as more than a parlour trick? To gain from others. You are good at manipulating to get what you want." I do not want to believe that he is doing it with me. "You are telling me you have changed?"
I laugh and shake my head, "No, I have not changed so much as learned a few lessons."
Reaching for the bottle I raise an eyebrow and he nods so I pour as I talk, "I have been able to hear mind speak for as long as I can remember. So yes I have used that to my advantage - many times. But this," I take a satisfying sip, "no, I have never gone so far as to use anything I have learned against anyone."
Looking at him I feel the need to make sure he knows I am telling the truth. Of course there is only way for that. But that would be too much, too personal... no matter how much I want it.
"My brother, has taught me much. One being self-respect. I have played many games, but never at the cost of that."
I drink the freshly poured wine enjoying how it helps me to relax a little as I listen to his words. "What you see as self respect others may see differently. Such as your reputation which if I am going to be blunt, does not precede you well."
I sit back and cross one leg over the other resting the hand holding the glass on my knee. "But I know of Lord Edward and trust that he would not have invited you into his family.." The other arm I hook over the back of the sofa as I turn to look at him, a small smile creeping at the corner of my mouth. "If he thought there was no hope for you." I am slightly teasing him.
I smirk, "Yes, either that or he enjoys disturbing Dragos' perfect little world."
Sipping my wine I look over the rim at him. He is incredible beautiful and strong. The knowledge I now have of him I know he is strong. He has suffered greatly yet here he sits smiling.
I want another kiss, I want more than a kiss. Placing my glass back down I turn and lean slightly closer and drag the tip of my tongue across my lower lip.
"Perhaps you will give me another kiss," in Russian I add, "I will behave only if you want."
The movement of his tongue brings my mind back to our kiss from before then he is asking for exactly that again. Over the years I have partially picked up some other languages, Russian being one. I don't fully understand what he said but the deep tones roll so nicely from his mouth and about all I get is that it's something about behaving.
I lean forward a little sliding the arm laying over the back of the sofa over further and lifting my hand up to brush the fingers lightly over his cheek. "Perhaps." I lift my eyes up to look into his. "Do I have any secrets left?"
I take a few steps up towards his froze figure, "You're stronger than this... do not run."
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You're stronger than this... do not run.
I do not often get angry but I feel it rise in me now. I steady myself then turn my head to look at him. "I do not run away. This, is me not playing along with whatever it is you have in mind Vadim. I don't play games and I do not like surprises either."
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He turns away and continues up the stairs and I frown; I thought that was amusing. Going after him I explain myself, "Bed, knowing about you was surprise to me."
He continues to walk and I scowl and walk faster catching up to him and grabbing his arm, "I do not play games Bed. The flood of information was shown to me with your kiss. It is a power I have yet to tame," I look into his eyes, "I meant no disrespect by using your given name... I was overcome with...desire."
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I look back up into his eyes wanting to believe him but knowing he cannot be trusted. "And if the truth is as you say then perhaps it is best that your desire be kept in check."
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I nod my head slightly to the side, "Your trepidation is understood. I have no reason to speak of the knowledge I have gained," I feel a pang of sorrow as I continue, "I wish I had only gained the kiss and not the information Bed, truly I do."
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I come to some sort of a decision. I speak as I step past him on the stairs and move back down toward the wine cellar. "You can tell me about this power and what it took from me over the rest of the wine. It would be a shame to waste it."
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"Seems I have the gift of sight," leering at him I sit close, "that's not to say the sight of you isn't a gift."
I'll ignore the roll of his eyes because I see the corner of his lips twitch. I lean back and take my glass in hand, "I have treated it as a parlor trick for most of my years, however I am learning under Lord Edward to control it."
I turn to him, "That is to not read everything that is sent to me. The training has actually opened me up to so much more, but I am learning to block it - or trying to. But you, the kiss," I smile softly and genuinely at him, "the intensity was quite powerful. I do apologize."
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I listen to him explain his power and how he describes the kiss. The intensity. He felt it too.
I sip my wine and cut my eyes to him. "You have used this sight of yours as more than a parlour trick? To gain from others. You are good at manipulating to get what you want." I do not want to believe that he is doing it with me. "You are telling me you have changed?"
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Reaching for the bottle I raise an eyebrow and he nods so I pour as I talk, "I have been able to hear mind speak for as long as I can remember. So yes I have used that to my advantage - many times. But this," I take a satisfying sip, "no, I have never gone so far as to use anything I have learned against anyone."
Looking at him I feel the need to make sure he knows I am telling the truth. Of course there is only way for that. But that would be too much, too personal... no matter how much I want it.
"My brother, has taught me much. One being self-respect. I have played many games, but never at the cost of that."
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I sit back and cross one leg over the other resting the hand holding the glass on my knee. "But I know of Lord Edward and trust that he would not have invited you into his family.." The other arm I hook over the back of the sofa as I turn to look at him, a small smile creeping at the corner of my mouth. "If he thought there was no hope for you." I am slightly teasing him.
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Sipping my wine I look over the rim at him. He is incredible beautiful and strong. The knowledge I now have of him I know he is strong. He has suffered greatly yet here he sits smiling.
I want another kiss, I want more than a kiss. Placing my glass back down I turn and lean slightly closer and drag the tip of my tongue across my lower lip.
"Perhaps you will give me another kiss," in Russian I add, "I will behave only if you want."
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I lean forward a little sliding the arm laying over the back of the sofa over further and lifting my hand up to brush the fingers lightly over his cheek. "Perhaps." I lift my eyes up to look into his. "Do I have any secrets left?"
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