Drink every drop of liquid heat that I've become
Title: When in Rome… or Mexico
Fandom: Vamp!Verse
Characters/Pairings: Gabby/Boone
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:All belongs to vylentcrymz & I
He leaves Mandy in their hotel room, spent and tangled in appropriately blood red sheets, moonlight casting an eerie glow on her already pale skin.
There‘s an instant pang of regret as he shuts the door behind him, but it’s quickly forgotten as he starts focusing on finding a kill.
Or a good fuck…
There’s something about Mexico, an energy that here that creeps under his skin and makes his blood boil.
Hell, the last time he brought Mandy here, they spent the better part of a week in the hotel room, making love, ordering room service, and eating the waiters.
Boone walks down a crowded street before sitting down at a table at an outside café.
He manages to finish a half a pack of cigarettes as he watches the locals going about their business, making preparations tomorrow’s festival before he hears the slow, sweet sound of guitars, a band with a crowd following them.
It’s just a bunch of locals, old men and women with tan, leathery faces from years in the hot Mexican sun, but there’s a few senoritas close by, and one in particular he wouldn’t mind getting a little closer to.
She would have stood out even if she wasn’t a rarity around here, a perfect blonde angel in a red flamenco dress with sparkling green eyes. Green eyes that locked on his as he slowly brought a glass of tequila to his lips, her hips slowly swaying along with the beat.
He offers her a lopsided smirk as the song finally finishes and raises his glass to her, a half hearted apology for not dancing with her because he knows that’s what she was hoping for.
She pouts for a second before sliding into the chair next to him, picking an invisible thread off of her skirt. “Is that tequila?” she asks, her thick French accent causing the corners of his mouths to twitch into a grin.
“You want?” he asks, waving the bottle.
“Of course.”
He pours her a glass and watches as she takes a pretty impressive gulp before slowly sucking on a lime. Her eyes meet his for a second to long and before he knows it he’s yanking her in for a kiss, nibbling on her lower lip so hard that she’ll probably have to wear dark lipstick tomorrow.
As they pull apart, she daintily tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “So, how’s Mandy?”
He smirks, resting his hands behind his head. “I think I broke her. So, how’s baby brother?”
“Think I broke him,“ she echoes, smirking back. “I don’t know, there’s something about this place that just makes me so… hot.”
He laughs, pulling her in for another kiss before murmuring against her lips. “I have a feeling we’re gonna get along just fine on this trip, Gabrielle.”
Fandom: Vamp!Verse
Characters/Pairings: Gabby/Boone
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:All belongs to vylentcrymz & I
He leaves Mandy in their hotel room, spent and tangled in appropriately blood red sheets, moonlight casting an eerie glow on her already pale skin.
There‘s an instant pang of regret as he shuts the door behind him, but it’s quickly forgotten as he starts focusing on finding a kill.
Or a good fuck…
There’s something about Mexico, an energy that here that creeps under his skin and makes his blood boil.
Hell, the last time he brought Mandy here, they spent the better part of a week in the hotel room, making love, ordering room service, and eating the waiters.
Boone walks down a crowded street before sitting down at a table at an outside café.
He manages to finish a half a pack of cigarettes as he watches the locals going about their business, making preparations tomorrow’s festival before he hears the slow, sweet sound of guitars, a band with a crowd following them.
It’s just a bunch of locals, old men and women with tan, leathery faces from years in the hot Mexican sun, but there’s a few senoritas close by, and one in particular he wouldn’t mind getting a little closer to.
She would have stood out even if she wasn’t a rarity around here, a perfect blonde angel in a red flamenco dress with sparkling green eyes. Green eyes that locked on his as he slowly brought a glass of tequila to his lips, her hips slowly swaying along with the beat.
He offers her a lopsided smirk as the song finally finishes and raises his glass to her, a half hearted apology for not dancing with her because he knows that’s what she was hoping for.
She pouts for a second before sliding into the chair next to him, picking an invisible thread off of her skirt. “Is that tequila?” she asks, her thick French accent causing the corners of his mouths to twitch into a grin.
“You want?” he asks, waving the bottle.
“Of course.”
He pours her a glass and watches as she takes a pretty impressive gulp before slowly sucking on a lime. Her eyes meet his for a second to long and before he knows it he’s yanking her in for a kiss, nibbling on her lower lip so hard that she’ll probably have to wear dark lipstick tomorrow.
As they pull apart, she daintily tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “So, how’s Mandy?”
He smirks, resting his hands behind his head. “I think I broke her. So, how’s baby brother?”
“Think I broke him,“ she echoes, smirking back. “I don’t know, there’s something about this place that just makes me so… hot.”
He laughs, pulling her in for another kiss before murmuring against her lips. “I have a feeling we’re gonna get along just fine on this trip, Gabrielle.”