Special Snowflake of a Sex Kitten
The daughter of an international businessman striving for perfection and discarded like a broken toy when she was found wanting, Emma took after her mother in an affection for the kitchen and library. With the warm nature of Angeline Delaney, Emma found her heart, her passion, and learned she, like her mother and mother’s mother, was a witch. It was this knowledge, given thousands of miles away from the father and life that had not wanted her, that was Emma’s true saving grace as equally as the loving acceptance from both her mother and grandparents, equally eccentric.
While never truly pulled out of her shy, quiet shell, she blossomed through the years into a gentle and generous young woman with sweet dreams and towering ambitions, a dreamer and warrior with stubbornness and a slow temper both a hindrance and blessing. Though her boyfriend impregnated and abandoned then-eighteen-year-old Emma, her purpose had changed and his name was Jude. Steeled towards life and its hardships now, she was chosen with five others, drawn to Mystic Falls where her grandparents had retired to, to the troubled town newly housing a great new power, one she and five others can access. Yet it was her father who had sold her in a demon deal four years ago, an uneasy alliance with the Mikaelson's prompting the protecting of Kol Mikaelson. It was his blood she ingested March 5th, 2014 before a town party. It was the demon Medax who killed her that day. Now a vampire, how will she protect her son from herself?
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He loved the way her touch started cool and warmed the longer she maintained contact with him. But then, he loved everything about her and the way they were. It had always been easy between them, simple and sweet - though she could be a wildcat when she wanted to be. After she’d changed, they were both tentative: having never been with a vampire that way, he wasn’t sure what would be different; and she was getting used to the strength she had and desperately trying to maintain control. In the end, they’d done as they always did, the figured it out. And if he was being true to truthful about it, it was even better than before.
"That ain’t even half of it, sweet pea," he countered with a grin. He loved when she got that look in her eyes, even if she did try to play it off with a sweet smile and innocent tone. Large hands settled on her hips, keeping her close. She was smaller than he, but she was anything but frail. Her strength now matched - even bested - his own. "You know exactly what look that is. That one when you know exactly what you want and you ain’t leavin till you get it." A low growl rumbled as he nuzzled against her neck, teeth grazing lightly over the cool, silent skin where her pulse used to be. "I like that look…"
It was like holding warmth embodied and she couldn't get enough. Not that her control regarding touching him was anywhere near settled before her turning, but that wasn't the point at all. Even with the waiting, the trying to figure it out, she couldn't resist a light touch, unable to resist the constant wanting of the contact of her skin to his. Her soft curves to his hard muscles, breaths mingled and.. okay, he was right; she had that look in her eye.
"Have I ever--mm," she hummed, approving of the hands upon her hips, and continued, "--told you how much I love the way you talk?" To me, was implied, but still. "It's both very sweet, and sexy." How could someone so large be so gentle? A question she sometimes found herself wondering and then forgetting to seek the answer; he was distracted, to say the least. "Oh, that.." A soft sound, both sigh and moan, gave way with the attention to her neck. Not fair, she thought, and danced fingertips down his broad back. Her head leaned forward and teeth gently caught his earlobe. "I've been thinking about you all day, Ash."
He took the kiss in stride, something he’d quickly gotten used to from her and one of the reasons he felt an infinite capacity of love for her.
He smiled as the small hum tickled his lips. “I love you too, Em. Straight to the moon and back.” There was something about that kiss though… “You got that look in your eye,” he noted, his brows lifting, his smile shifting.
Light fingertips trailed the broad length of his shoulder, soft and cool upon warm flesh. Gentle still not due to a struggle with the nature slowly settled in, but simply by her own persona, and his smile which prompted hers. Safe, loved, both felt and never without. Perfect, really.
"That's quite the distance," she murmured and opened heavy-lidded, glinting eyes. Slightly predatory, hungry in the same way, watching him. That look, indeed. The nails of her free hand trailed up his bicep, skimming and stroking their way to his neck as, in the meantime, its mate stroked, teased the nape of his neck. Her smile was innocent, though a bit too much. "Which look is that?" Coy was not her forte, but E for Effort? Couldn't hurt that her voice held a subtle purr.
[Text]: I figured if I used a term like that it would be like a spoonful of sugar considering you have to drink her blood. I'm as sure as I can be considering I got it from Alex, who's put it together from Klaus and this cure chick. Her name's Katherine Pierce.
[Text]: Is it strange I'm still hinky about the blood thing? Feeding, fine, but the actual blood. Eh.[Text]: Katherine Pierce. Well, it's worth looking in to?
[Text]: don't know all the deets, but apparently there was a cure of some sort and a vamp took it, and now she's unvamped and her blood is the cure. You just need to find her and have a little drinkypoo
[Text]: First of all, I never though I would ever associate you with the term "drinkypoo," but hey, no complaints![Text]: You're sure? Who is this person?
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