Take the Lead
Title:Take the Lead
Fandom/Verse:Vamp!Verse
Characters/Pairings:Sebastian/Gabrielle
Rating: Hard PG-13
Disclaimer: All belongs tovylentcrymz and I
She’s always been a bit of a perfectionist when it came to her appearance and tonight was no exception. Times had changed, but, like always, Gabrielle still dressed up like she was going to a ball. It really shouldn’t have surprised him, even if he hadn’t had a good three hundred years to learn all of her quirks. Fashion was her thing even when powdered wigs and bows reigned, when girls wanted tiny waists and bigger breasts. Well that, Sebastian supposed, never changed.
It still didn’t change the fact that Gabby looked well, to die for. Her hair had been cut a few days before, and he almost mourned those long golden locks of hers that splayed across the pillows like a halo. It was short, bordering on boyish, but she still managed to pull it off looking almost like an androgynous angel with full, painted red lips. Her dress was tight red silk, and he suspected there were stockings underneath, but he hadn’t had a chance to make sure.
She swayed to the music with catlike grace, and even though the music had changed from Mozart to Gwen Stefani, he could still almost remember her being that graceful even back then under layers of skirts and with hair taller than she was. Sebastian was relieved to see that she’s alone, even though he knows she won’t stay that way for long. Three guys were standing around her, and he could hear their hearts pumping all the way from here.
Part of him wanted to go over there and do the obvious thing: break their necks, but he knew that wasn’t how this was going to end. This was Gabby’s favorite game, her favorite kill. If he knows one thing about her, it’s that she loves attention. The way their eyes take her in and think they can have her entirely, but relishing in the fact that they never will. He knows she wouldn’t really give herself to anyone completely, just like she wouldn’t when she was alive. Even before she was a predator, Gabby liked the hunt.
Newly polished red fingernails slide down the front of her dress, but he’s the one shivering. He can feel the lust coming off the guys in waves, and he can’t say he’s much better off himself. Finally one of them gets brave enough to make an approach. He was blonde, skinny, too skinny for Sebastian or Gabby’s taste and he slides an arm around Gabby’s stomach.
Sebastian hated this, always had. There was nothing worst than watching them watch her, and even though he tried to tune them out, to hear exactly what they planned to do to her in their heads, but she was smart, and if there was one thing Gabby hated, it was being treated like a just another girl that they thought they could toy with.
It wasn’t long before he heard that telltale snap and a yelp of pain he swore they could probably hear on Boone and Mandy’s side of the ocean. But Gabby doesn’t bat an eyelash as the man holds his poor broken fingers, cursing her the whole time. Sebastian nearly goes to her rescue, but there’s no need. The other two men have lined up in her defense and all he can do is shake his head and watch her lead them to the bar.
When she managed to get both of them to follow her into the back room, he focused on things he could control, his thirst and the kill.
He fed on a pretty little redhead with wide green eyes that got even bigger with every sip he took. It was distracting, so he drank too fast, and found himself with a major head rush. The dizzying tehno music did little to help, and he stumbled up to the bar, resting a hand on it for support. Closing his eyes, he tried to calm himself down, but Gabby, of course, made it impossible. Before he knew it she grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand to her mouth and sucking on one of his fingers slowly. His eyes snapped open and he let out a moan that got him a stare from the pimply over weight bartender.
"Mmm…" she purred as she pulled his finger out with a slight plop. "You had a little something red there. Sloppy, sloppy, Bastian."
Most guys said that their girlfriends had a certain glow, but he wouldn’t be lying if he said she did. Gabby practically looked like a goddess after she fed, which is why he usually dragged her home as soon after as possible.
"Everyone’s staring at you," he said dryly. "Did you have to do that porn star move in front of everyone?"
"Didn’t you like it?" Gabby pouted. "I was trying to do you a favor, Bastian, but wasn’t sure considering I usually suck something a lot bigger. If you’d rather I do that we better go in the bathroom or something because that I do care about other people seeing."
He grinned. "I think you’re going to have to show me what you mean. I'm a little fuzzy."
She smirked, swaying her hips before starting toward the bathroom and looking over her shoulder. "Well? You coming or what?"
"I have a feeling that's gonna happen pretty definitely."
Fandom/Verse:Vamp!Verse
Characters/Pairings:Sebastian/Gabrielle
Rating: Hard PG-13
Disclaimer: All belongs tovylentcrymz and I
She’s always been a bit of a perfectionist when it came to her appearance and tonight was no exception. Times had changed, but, like always, Gabrielle still dressed up like she was going to a ball. It really shouldn’t have surprised him, even if he hadn’t had a good three hundred years to learn all of her quirks. Fashion was her thing even when powdered wigs and bows reigned, when girls wanted tiny waists and bigger breasts. Well that, Sebastian supposed, never changed.
It still didn’t change the fact that Gabby looked well, to die for. Her hair had been cut a few days before, and he almost mourned those long golden locks of hers that splayed across the pillows like a halo. It was short, bordering on boyish, but she still managed to pull it off looking almost like an androgynous angel with full, painted red lips. Her dress was tight red silk, and he suspected there were stockings underneath, but he hadn’t had a chance to make sure.
She swayed to the music with catlike grace, and even though the music had changed from Mozart to Gwen Stefani, he could still almost remember her being that graceful even back then under layers of skirts and with hair taller than she was. Sebastian was relieved to see that she’s alone, even though he knows she won’t stay that way for long. Three guys were standing around her, and he could hear their hearts pumping all the way from here.
Part of him wanted to go over there and do the obvious thing: break their necks, but he knew that wasn’t how this was going to end. This was Gabby’s favorite game, her favorite kill. If he knows one thing about her, it’s that she loves attention. The way their eyes take her in and think they can have her entirely, but relishing in the fact that they never will. He knows she wouldn’t really give herself to anyone completely, just like she wouldn’t when she was alive. Even before she was a predator, Gabby liked the hunt.
Newly polished red fingernails slide down the front of her dress, but he’s the one shivering. He can feel the lust coming off the guys in waves, and he can’t say he’s much better off himself. Finally one of them gets brave enough to make an approach. He was blonde, skinny, too skinny for Sebastian or Gabby’s taste and he slides an arm around Gabby’s stomach.
Sebastian hated this, always had. There was nothing worst than watching them watch her, and even though he tried to tune them out, to hear exactly what they planned to do to her in their heads, but she was smart, and if there was one thing Gabby hated, it was being treated like a just another girl that they thought they could toy with.
It wasn’t long before he heard that telltale snap and a yelp of pain he swore they could probably hear on Boone and Mandy’s side of the ocean. But Gabby doesn’t bat an eyelash as the man holds his poor broken fingers, cursing her the whole time. Sebastian nearly goes to her rescue, but there’s no need. The other two men have lined up in her defense and all he can do is shake his head and watch her lead them to the bar.
When she managed to get both of them to follow her into the back room, he focused on things he could control, his thirst and the kill.
He fed on a pretty little redhead with wide green eyes that got even bigger with every sip he took. It was distracting, so he drank too fast, and found himself with a major head rush. The dizzying tehno music did little to help, and he stumbled up to the bar, resting a hand on it for support. Closing his eyes, he tried to calm himself down, but Gabby, of course, made it impossible. Before he knew it she grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand to her mouth and sucking on one of his fingers slowly. His eyes snapped open and he let out a moan that got him a stare from the pimply over weight bartender.
"Mmm…" she purred as she pulled his finger out with a slight plop. "You had a little something red there. Sloppy, sloppy, Bastian."
Most guys said that their girlfriends had a certain glow, but he wouldn’t be lying if he said she did. Gabby practically looked like a goddess after she fed, which is why he usually dragged her home as soon after as possible.
"Everyone’s staring at you," he said dryly. "Did you have to do that porn star move in front of everyone?"
"Didn’t you like it?" Gabby pouted. "I was trying to do you a favor, Bastian, but wasn’t sure considering I usually suck something a lot bigger. If you’d rather I do that we better go in the bathroom or something because that I do care about other people seeing."
He grinned. "I think you’re going to have to show me what you mean. I'm a little fuzzy."
She smirked, swaying her hips before starting toward the bathroom and looking over her shoulder. "Well? You coming or what?"
"I have a feeling that's gonna happen pretty definitely."