Where she was, Juuri hadn't a clue. The pureblood had awoken, a shock in itself for one who was so prepared to face darkness, and found herself in what appeared to be a sitting room of some sort. Further peeping about told her it was a lobby of some kind, branching into hallway upon hallway of doors and into a bigger area where she could smell
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He stood slowly, the sound of the door locking loud in his ears before he moved to cross the room, almost silently, one arm sliding around Juuri's waist to draw her back against his body. His other hand brushed her hair aside, mouth settling against the side of her neck with the barest scrape of fangs. "...This is such a pleasant surprise, Juuri, almost as if this place decided to provide me with the one thing I've always wanted. And no Haruka here to interfere."
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There was a moment of struggle as fangs barely scrape against the exposed curve of her neck, the scrape rousing an uncomfortable feeling within. And then he spoke. He even had the audacity to speak of Haruka.
Juuri grew pale. How? Hadn't... hadn't Haruka...
She swallowed roughly then. "Where is he."
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"I can fight you just as well." She wasn't as strong as Haruka perhaps but she could hold her own.
His hand though... she was surprised to find herself biting her lower lip to stifle the moan that threatened as he murmured against her skin, drawing his tongue over her pulse. Why? Of all times, of all people... it was Rido.
Even reminding herself of that though wasn't helping much.
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His fingers gently brushed over the skin of her back, mouth sliding down to press lips and fangs against her shoulder.
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She couldn't precisely smell it but there was something. Goosebumps raised as his fingers toyed with the zipper of her gown, though not from fear. It was almost like years before, before what happened with Kaname, when it was he and Haruka both trying to win her favor.
When she didn't fear Rido. She had never loved him in quite the same way she did Haruka but she had cared for him a great deal.
It was a comfortable emotion. As much as it may be deluding herself, as bad as it was to do this to Haruka and to her children as well... for a moment, she felt she could put the fighting behind her.
For a moment, maybe she could feel as she once had for him. Whatever was floating in the air was damn determined she feel something anyhow and she reasoned with herself, likely just to make herself feel better, that feeling old emotions might not be such a bad thing for just a little while ( ... )
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The fabric of her gown ripped a moment later, the fabric falling to pool around her feet. "Who said anything about changing the past, Juuri? As long as you're here, you belong to me." His hands were rough as they moved over her skin, one thumb stroking over one of her nipples.
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"Juuri..." The name slid from his lips, voice husky as he let his eyes move over her body before returning to her face. Fingers curled in her hair, pressing her mouth against his chest.
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And as his fingers tangled in her hair, she felt a shiver steal over her. The part of her that wanted to fight him had given way to the heat and this longing. It wasn't love, not really. The echoes of her old feelings for him were there, a time when she didn't hate him.
When she finished the last button, the woman let her own fangs scrape lightly against his chest as her hand slipped under his shirt and against his side. She directed her eyes upward then, looking through dark bangs.
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Her blood and body were his for the taking even if it was just due to their current environment. His hands slid from her hair to trace over her back before pulling her more firmly against his own body. "This is where you've always belonged, Juuri..."
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"Not always."
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Her own expression hardened as she gazed up at him and, for a moment, she wanted to question him on just how he expected her to go back to him. For all she knew, this was some sort of odd private afterlife. If Haruka wasn't here, how could she ever hope to return to him?
After a moment of that hard stare, the woman's expression softened. "Let go of my hands, Rido. You should know by now that I'm not going to run."
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Combined with the aphrodisiacs, it was also an arousing act. Juuri couldn't help but react accordingly, a hitched moan rising as a rough hand moved to one of her breasts. Her hands, now set free, rose to brush through Rido's hair.
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