i'm a survivor

Penny, Vampire, Closed RP

[call-me-harris]

Harris ran intot the trio’s shared home looking like someone who had very clearly done something wrong and was slightly excited and guilty looking all at the same time. He shut the door looking around for either of the loves of his life. “ Penny? Lennox?” Harris replied looking around till he saw the image of one of the women. “ Penny how much do you love me?” He replied making a face. as he walked over to her. “ Cause something very interesting happened today. “ 

@penny-riot​

[penny-riot]

There was no way Harris ever looked guilty, with that smug face of his. That stupid, sexy, handsome face of his. Or maybe, contrarily, he always looked guilty and it was just hard to tell if it was real or not, for he never felt guilty, but he always was of one thing or another. No, she thought the former as she felt the reverberation of Harris’ voice echo through the halls. Penny was filing her nails down, a cup of AB+ blood to her left as she looked up from the kitchen table (a formality for when the trio had guests over, on the rare occasion, or for other recreational activities). 

“That’s rhetorical, right?” she asked, turning back downwards and raising her brow in a humorous manner, but trying to keep a straight face. It was rather difficult, if truth be told, around her two roommates. She had never known love like this before, and didn’t want to change it for the world. “What on earth did you do? The list of possibilities would exhaust me, love. It would be much easier if you spat it out,” she grinned finally, looking up at the man of the house and extending her neck so he could kiss her on the lips. 

[rickistafford]

Date: 1-30-2021 Location: Terrance’s Status: closed with @penny-riot​

Ricki looked up at the familiar woman sitting at the bar and quickly moved to pour her regular, sliding it across the counter to her. “Evening Penny, how are you doing tonight?” She sipped at her own cup of water and then set it down again behind the counter. 

She hesitated before offering, “So I went on a date. I was set up by an old friend from when I was a kid and uh… Yeah.”

[penny-riot]

Penny had gone out for a walk after a good evening in with her partners. It was slightly snowing, snowflakes fluttering past her eyelashes, hitting the unnecessary sleeve of her black jacket as it was crossed over her chest. She made it into Terrance’s and sat down on a stool, happy to see Ricki Stafford tending the bar. She slumped down in a fairly empty tavern, for it was the middle of the week. Still, she was surprised at the lackluster of the company partaking in drinks, because the weather was still frightful and below freezing outside. As the redhead poured Penny’s drink, the vampire’s eyes raked over her posture, taking in the scent of her pure-as-silk blood. “A date, huh?” she pondered, smiling as she brought the cup to her lips. She took a baby sip before placing the glass down to the counter with a soft clink. She licked her lips to rid them of the red tint of blood and looked up at her... could she say friend? “Tell me every juicy detail. Got a pic of this guy?” she asked eagerly, leaning forward on her elbows.

[penny-riot]

call-me-harris‌:

“The extent of their abilities as a functional society is a store policy. That’s embarrassing” Harris replied smirking. Despite Lethe being seen as a safe space for them to lay low, the whole concept of councils and feeling like he was being watched did not feel safe at all to the vampire. Still, it was better than going back out there and potentially losing the ability to be with the loves of his life. It was impossible to stay focused on the task at hand when he had those eyes staring back at him. He was just as in love with Penny and Lennox as he had been when they all met. “ I can’t just pick any bed. I need somethin sturdy. “ He teased, not realizing he was about to lose focus again. He was like a child with a short attention span on a good day. On a day like today, he was impossible. The only way Harris was able to keep focused was when Penny pulled away and he practically fell in an attempt to bring her close again and missing. “Oh that’s just evil” He replied looking around but making no effort to move yet as his bright blue eyes followed Pennys form around the sales floor. “Always hot” He replied before tilting his head a moment to gaze in the direction she had gone, only to finally get up and follow her. “Definitely hot” He added catching up to her as he clocked what looked like the perfect fit for the three of them. 

“This one?” she asked, pointing to a wooden bed that he eyed. She saw the appeal, and she fell backwards onto it. Penny giggled on it as he followed her, but she covered her face so he couldn’t attack her. “I guess we have a winner! Finally! We did something right!” She was glad they got something from their to-do list done, somehow even with Harris around. She lowered her hands and nipped at his neck, giving him his own prize. “In a minute I’ll ring it up. I just wanna see what it’ll be like to lay with you for a moment,” she said. She didn’t like to be vulnerable, but somehow she could around Harris and Lennox. Only those two could see this side of her, as they saw every side of her, good and bad. She lifted her head to look on the other side of Harris. “Oh, plenty of room for Lennox. This is the one. This is the one.”

[penny-riot]

ingridgagnon‌:

It’s nice to get back into the swing of things, isn’t it? These days without working are enough to make her restless, and making art for herself isn’t the same as designing for other people. She listens with a nod, shrugging at the wrist. “Three lines is easy enough, and if it’s your first, you might want to keep it that way.” Ingrid shrugs, though the inquiry makes her furrow her brows. “Uh – yeah. Yeah, I’ve got some stuff.” Used to have books full of this sort of thing, but they were nothing but ash now. Morgan tried to push her towards Instagram, but she hasn’t stooped that low. Yet. “Here.” She does some scrolling through her phone but keeps it in her own grip, even as she shows the pictures. No desire to have anyone snooping, anyway. “Last few commissions I did before, well.” She nods towards the shop again, then shrugs. “Minimalistic stuff seems to be the trend, so, that was pretty frequent. Can do more elaborate things though, obviously. If you change your mind.”

“Oh my god the birds are so pretty. And three instead of two should be easy-peasy for a professional as you,” she beamed. “What about a shoulder blade? Would that work? Not that it’s a problem, but where are some places you would recommend for first-timers, in regards to pain management or cleaning?” On second thought, she had Lennox and Harris to help her with the cleaning, and she was a vampire so pain shouldn’t be an issue. She shook her head. “Scratch that, I should be fine. I’ll think about what I want. Do you know when you open again? I wanna be the first in the door. God I’ve been waiting over a century for a tattoo.”

[penny-riot]

call-me-harris‌:

“Can’t remember. “ Harris smirked as wanted to kiss her again. He wanted to just go home and wait for Lennox too, but he already had very little self control without those beautiful eyes staring at him. He sat up letting out a slight annoyed sound at being distracted. He could have the whole store if he wanted but that involved a body count and a mess he didn’t need. 

“Darlin’ you know I’d do anything for you” He smirked as he let her drag him out of an altercation that could have happened. “ Well I haven’t been arrested lately, might have forgotten how to get out of it” He added, knowing he usually tried to charm his way out of being arrested. Harris made a noise as he landed on the mattress and couldn’t help the smile on his face. “ Good to know. We can’t go breaking beds again. “ He added raising a brow, before being interrupted by the worker.  When they were told to be less rowdy, Harris turned on the southern charm he had in situations like this and apologized, trying to get them out of his and Penny’s hair. “ Where were we ?” He turned back to her before staring at her lips only to lean in and kiss them one more time

“If we break it we gotta pay for it. Good to know Lethe can do something right,” she grinned, suggesting that the sturdy bed could mean Lethe was actually a good place to be. He then leaned in to kiss her after sending the clerk away, and she grabbed his cheeks in her hand, making him gaze at the entirety of the store. “Pick a bed, any bed, and we’ll take it home and make memories on it.” What Harris had said earlier about him and Lennox coming home from the store with everything except what they’d come for was true, so Penny decided they needed to hurry up and get what they’d come for. “Only then will you get your prize.” She slunk off the bed and stepped around the room. “Am I hot or cold?” she asked, insinuating which way to go for the bed (though she suspected he would say ‘hot’ no matter what and she would have to pick one out, so she turned her attention to the room that was near-empty of people, not of beds, so she could pick something that was suitable for the three of them. Her family). She pointed to her left, smiling and stepping like a catwalk.

[penny-riot]

evikoning‌:

“Little to none.” Evi replies to the dwindled question even if Penny hadn’t been seeking a response, still pinching the bridge of her nose. “But, hey, humor me. Maybe I’ll get the basics.” To be frank, Penny could’ve told her that she dabbled in arson with a side hobby of clownery and Evi would’ve reacted the same as she does now. A simple nod at the mention of partners. What does it matter to her? As long as Penny is helpful and doesn’t take any special pleasure in larceny, Evi doesn’t care much about the personal details. “So you’ve always been in America.” She concludes with a nod. Maybe not the most pertinent fact, but hey, she’s trying. “Yeah, who knew that some explosions could multiply your patronage tenfold, huh?” She knew firsthand, actually, and it wasn’t as if the new customers weren’t welcome. Certainly left her hands full, though. “We appreciate the help.” Able to see again, now. That’s an improvement, even if the pain in her head is still a throb at best. Sighing, Evi perches upon one of the counters, leaning her head back against a cabinet. The last comment elicits a genuine laugh and a simple shrug. “It won’t get you a raise, but I appreciate the compliment. Ricus is much better at the salesman act than I’ll ever be. It works.” The witch turns her gaze back to their new hire finally, not having to squint against the light as much. Could use some sage, it’d probably help, but she’s not about to go searching in drawers for it. “What’d you do before this, anyhow? Can’t imagine you were selling magical wares out in San Francisco.”

“I’m not helping if I’m getting paid my fair share,” she grinned at the other. “I wasn’t fishing for a raise,” she finished sincerely, unpacking a box on the counter opposite Evi. “I guess I can see where people would think that, or where the truth would lie. I won’t bring it up again.” She continued working until Evi’s nosy question. Nosy was the wrong word, she had every right to ask Penny what her previous work was. What should she say? Slave? Prostitute? Burglar? What would yield the least-troublesome results?! “I was a prostitute the day I died,” is what she decided to go with. “I was human before a blood sucker.” And then had fallen in love with another human, who already had a human, who accepted her for who she was. Harris was the first person to ever accept her for being mixed, black, a woman, a vampire. And then he’d gotten shot. And so she’d turned him. And then he’d killed Lennox. It’d all been a whirlwind of emotions, boom boom boom all at once. The thought shouldn’t have erupted any emotions in her, she was a stoic kind of person and that was decades ago, almost a century really, but she still hesitated. “You’ve always been a witch, so have you always been in the business of selling shit?” she asked irreverently to get her mind out from where it was, a form of deflection. 

[penny-riot]

arthur-talbot‌:

“That is because your attempt at one is horrid,” he reminded her with an arch of his brows, the amusement of their reunion fading the more she spoke about her life since he last saw her. Of all the people he sired, Penny was the one he worried about the most, and the one he most suspected would stir up trouble enough that people came asking him for help. it hadn’t happened, but Arthur was a little surprised that it hadn’t. His tone darkened a little, tinged with a confusion over her calmness. “You say that with such amusement for someone you care about dying, Penny. Vampires who can’t control themselves even around people they care about are a risk to everyone.” He had only put down one of his own people, and he hadn’t done it with a smile on his face, but duty was duty, and what hell these people raised was on his head as much as theirs. Did she feel the same way about hers? Or had luck blinded her to the risks? “How long ago did this happen? I am happy your girlfriend came back, I don’t envy having that pain over your head for eternity.” He didn’t think Penny was a liability, she was a good sort even if she didn’t act it sometimes, but Arthur studied her, curious. “Stealing is sort of obvious around here, but I assume you’ll take it as a challenge like I did when I came here. I take it those two are here, too? Got the dynamic trio coming to visit? Try not to scare my wife or my kids, I’d hate to ban you from my shop.”

She was confused in his demeanor, but tried not to take offense. “I’m amused because everything worked out, Arthur. We’re all clean,” well, clean as in healthy, not necessarily out of the woods in regards to their lifestyles. But he didn’t need to know that just yet. “Less than a century ago. I promise, Harris is no danger to anyone,” except innocent onlookers when he was in a promiscuous mood, but again, not on Arthur’s need to know. She feared her sire might judge her for who she decided to spend her life with. She would have, honestly, if she didn’t know Lennox or Harris like she did. “I’m not scary, I’m soft as a kitten!” Now she did take offense, but smiled through it. “How old are your kids?”

[tylerposey]

[penny-riot]

call-me-harris‌:

Harris had a way about him that meant when he was focused on one articular thing everything else around him faded away. The world was white noise when his focus was on one half of the girls that owned his heart. Instinct told him to risk getting thrown out of the store and just keep thing’s going the way they were. Yes, he loved to wait and make tension build, but how often did he get the perfect opportunity like this? Instead he he kept teasing Penny, placing the lightest of kisses down her neck as if it was the lightest ghost of a touch. 

“ You know I don’t have any problems, Penny my love. Not if I don’t acknowledge them” He whispered against her lips. Wanting to kiss her again, but instead waiting a moment to see what she was doing. When his own position was motivated to change, Harris pulled one of her legs to wrap behind his back as he finally leaned in to kiss her again. “ Any position that has you lookin at me like that” He replied smirking. He really was the luckiest guy in the world to have two people that captured him in such a way. “ You know to expect the unexpected with Lennox and I. You should just let it happen”

“How old are you again?” she giggled at his distracting nature, how he always seemed to have his mind set on the wrong thing. They were supposed to be picking out beds and instead he was making her squirm. She laughed louder when he commented on her position and she knew she was looking at him adoringly but he was doing the exact same thing. It was no fair, with those big eyes.

This noise caused a worker to stir and she turned to her left to see someone walking towards them, waving a finger. “The popo have come to get you, sweetheart. Will you fight valiantly for my honor?” Penny pecked his nose and pushed him off her. She quickly dragged him to the next bed in the row and pulled him on top of her as she threw herself backwards. “Oh look its sturdy!” she giggled. Penny got onto her knees and started jumping on the bed, and yet the worker still walked up to her and asked them to be ‘less rowdy.’ She bit her lip the entire time, squeezing Harris’ hand in her own and rubbing circles into his skin.

[penny-riot]

holdenshephard‌:

Holden grinned as she slowly looked over at the other woman, chuckling in amusement. “Sure thing. Not that much, honestly, I was really just bragging about my sister and some kids I used to nanny,” she admitted. “I do that more than I should. We all had dinner tonight, or, they did, and it got me thinking about how great they all are.” even with the trauma she knew they had faced. “I’m Holden,” she offered, holding out her hand.

“Do what more than you should, nanny or brag?” she asked with a grin. “Penny. Nice to meet you.” She shook the hand. “How old are the kids now? Surely you’re not eating tater tots and dinosaur chicken nuggets in the year 2020 are you?!”  She had seen the commercials, it looked disgusting. But this woman here said she didn’t eat, and stunk of death, so Penny figured she was a lich.

[penny-riot]

arthur-talbot‌:

Everyone had a distinction to them that Arthur catalogued and used to keep an eye on them. Gauge a mood, keep someone from sneaking up on, anything that might make the process of handling other people easier. His lack of memories the previous year had only made the instinct stronger, and he heard the hurried footsteps that catch up to him well enough. Familiar, and yet not, and he whirled around, expecting to see a familiar face. Not.. and Oh, that was why, he thought, the memory sliding to the surface through a thick sludge. Almost eight hundred years of memories to work with meant he didn’t often have them click into place till afterward. “Penny! I didn’t even know if you were still around, I thought you would have hopped off to Europe, or somewhere a little less like this land,” he said with a snort, blinking in surprise at her tight hug. “Whoa there, didn’t you kick me out on my ass the last time I saw you?” Nonetheless, he didn’t push her away, just settled a hand on her back. Despite the way she sent him away, thinking she no longer needed him for anything, and how unlikely it was that he thought he would cross her path again except perhaps in a time of bloodshed, Arthur was relieved to find her alive. He hadn’t changed many people, and he didn’t want to see any of them die. Arthur drew back, looking her over. “I live here, my wife and I own the florist shop, and the tailorshop. What are you doing here? Small towns were never your style, I thought. Can’t raise hell in a town where everyone will recognize you, trust me.”

@penny-riot​

“Why Europe?” she giggled. “Because I always hated America? Pish posh, I can’t stand foreign accents!” She pulled back and grinned widely at him. “Not purposely. Oh God I sired my partner and its such hard work. You had so many more years of experience than me, you made it look so easy. And he fucking KILLED our girlfriend!” She started laughing at the absurdity of the memory. “She came back as a lich, lucky as we are. So it seems we’re all destined to eternal love. But you found it, too, huh? And a florist? You? Oh my God get out.” She decided she would buy Lennox some flowers on, oh, a weekly basis from now on just to chat him up every now and then, check in on Arthur and see how he was doing. There couldn’t be many in a town that was only seven miles wide. “I’ll have to stalk your place of work, maybe buy you a meal every now and then. It’s so good to see you. By the way, my name may be ‘Riot’ but I do not ‘raise hell!’” Finally, her smile lessened. If she were human her cheeks would be hurting by now, but she didn’t feel such pain. “I was never much of a trouble maker. Just because my line of work was promiscuous, and I’ve stolen for most of my life, doesn’t mean squat. That ‘raising hell’ nonsense would be Harris and Lennox. I’m the cool, level-headed one. Obviously. The brain. I would say Harris is the heart and Lennox is the hands.”

[penny-riot]

noah-ismail‌:

Noah thinks for a second before going, “I reckon it’s best for both of us to leave that to imagination.” There are certain things you don’t want to brag in front of a policeman, but he is not here to accuse people of their misdemeanors… He is after the bigger fish, so to speak. Her next question caught him off-guard and he coughs to clear his throat. “Unless your lovers are involved in any crime, no, I am not. You need not worry.” He sighs. His undead sense tells him that she is lying to a certain degree, but honestly, he can safely assume that it’s something private. He decides not to pry. “A police report is a public record, miss. You can file for it at the station, but due to the matter of ‘confidentiality’ which you said you understand, the private information of the person concerned or exact investigation won’t be available, especially if it is an ongoing case.” He explains with his immaculate professionalism, regardless of the fact that he has not (and probably will not) report his investigation.

“Well what’s the case number?” She pulled a pen from her pocket and got ready to write on her arm that was holding the smoothie. “I’ll stash it away and go down to the station in, oh, a month or so? Should it be done by then?” Her curiosity was getting the better of her and she decided to go sit next to the man to put her drink down. It was better up here anyways, chilly with a breeze, than it was downstairs in their flat. She didn’t think she was making a friend, but she’d be damned that she was trying to. “How long have you been on the force, mister...?” She offered her right hand and quickly replied “Penny. We’re brand new to town, I guess befriending a cop is one way to go about it.”

[penny-riot]

ingridgagnon‌:

With a heavy sigh, Ingrid shifts her stance on the sidewalk before what used to be her shop. Would be again someday, if Etienne Devereux was good for his word, but she’s not holding her breath. Call her a pessimist. Her brow raises when she’s joined by sudden company, and Ingrid shrugs. “Yeah, well. Wasn’t exactly front page news compared to all the other bullshit happening around here.” Maybe she’s got some bitterness towards this town, but she’s not stupid enough to pretend it’s worse than life outside. The question makes her raise a brow, surprised by the business inquiry at a time like this. “Yeah, we’re familiar.” To prove the point, Ingrid reaches into the pocket of her jacket and pulls a business card from it, slightly charred. Once she’s wiped some of the ash from it, the werewolf hands it over. “Ingrid Gagnon. Decade of experience in tattoos. It’ll take me a while to get my charmed inks stocked back up, especially since Mallory’s Sundries isn’t wheeling and dealing anymore, but…” She shrugs. “Guess we could do a consult, if you want. Call it an open-air meeting, ‘cause I don’t exactly have a desk to sit behind right now. What were you interested in?”

@penny-riot​

“That’s a shame,” she hummed, though she understood why. There were casualties, and a car shop blew up, and who-knows-what else. “Oh, wow!” Penny grinned at the woman when she introduced herself. “I’m Penny. I dunno yet, was thinking of three trees on my wrist, right here,” she said, using two fingers from her right hand to trace a narrow line on her left wrist, parallel to her vein. “At first I was thinking three lines but that’s a bit boring, eh? I haven’t put much thought into it yet, I just know I want it and I was planning on looking at your designs. You wouldn’t happen to have any examples on your phone, would you?” The prostitution ring she had been involved in as a human didn’t want their girls to get ‘tramp stamps’ otherwise they were cost less money, and after the vampire shift she didn’t even know it wasn’t possible until recently when she tried and, nada. Well once she realized she couldn’t get a tattoo, that was all the oil needed to flame her fire of desire. She wanted one and made sure, when they came to Lethe, there was a place that could help her. AKA, what she was doing now. It was still so new, and Harris and Lennox weren’t very helpful in deciding on what to get. They said anything would look good.

[noah-ismail]

Date: October 2020 Time: 01:06 AM Location: a rooftop of a building

It has been almost 15 hours since he started his watch on one of the Sokolovs, and he has not noticed anything suspicious yet. But knowing them and their shady deals with Councilman Stewart, he figures he can find something soon. Noah puts down the binoculars as he hears footsteps coming from the staircase, however. He is somewhat going behind his incompetent and lazy boss’ back, which is one reason he is concerned. “You shouldn’t be up here. Didn’t you read the sign?” he starts, since he specifically picked the locked rooftop with the ‘no entry’ sign (he had to talk to the janitor for the key, of course)… But then it occurs to him how this might look to others. “…please don’t get any wrong idea. I’m here for a police investigation.”

[penny-riot]

“You think this is the biggest misdemeanor I’ve ever done?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. And then he went on to explain it was a police investigation and she snorted. Oops. “You’re not spying on my lovers, are you?” she asked with a glint in her eye, knowing how a polyamorous relationship can often deter and distract others. “I’m just kidding, our apartment’s in this building underneath your feet. I came up here to see if I could hear them from the roof.” Another blatant lie, which she smiled as she slurped her blood smoothie. “I understand the word ‘confidential,’ but what can you share about it? Are there any police records I can take a look at?” her eyes widened slightly, looking at his waist and feet for any extra objects.

[evikoning]

Date: October 12th 2020 Location: Krule & Co. Time: 3:42 pm

Training the new hire whilst simultaneously tending to half a dozen ivy plants? Not her best move. That’s what the sudden spots in her vision indicate, anyway, and Evi curses under her breath, knowing what’s to come. What had she been saying? “Ah – hold on.” 

She clenches her eyes tightly closed, exhaling slowly, as if it’ll make a difference. Never really does, especially not in this bright store. “I’m fine – just get these headaches sometimes. Rare, really, but when everyone and their mother is calling in favors after the parade, well.” The witch exhales, fingers on her temples, eyes opening a sliver. “This isn’t some strange new employee ritual, I swear, but could you turn the lights off? Won’t help much considering all the windows… better than nothing, though.” In the beat of quiet afterwards, Evi sighs. “See, this is why I let Ricus do the talking – ow, shit. Ah, anyway… tell me about yourself?” Does she particularly care? Maybe not, but she knows she’s making one hell of a first impression right now and they can’t really lose their new pair of helping hands. “I remember a few things from your interview. You haven’t been in town too long, right?”

@penny-riot

[penny-riot]

“Monday blues, boss?” she asked before her boss had a chance to explain, but the excuse was rather valid. As a vampire, she was glad she couldn’t get common human ailments like shifters, lamias, witches and nymphs. That was one of the many things she didn’t miss about being human. “Mhmm,” she did as she was told, moving to the wall to flip the switch off. She could see fine in the dim light, because as Evi had said the windows brought plenty of natural light in. As long as Penny wasn’t directly under the sun, she was fine. Indoors were fine. “Are you sure you wanna play twenty questions now? What’s the likelihood you’ll retain...?” she asked, then stopped herself as it began to sound rude. “I grew up in South Carolina in the late 1800s, died in San Francisco. Or rather, got turned. Met my partners a few years later. We’re here in town together, the three of us.” Sometimes she liked to drop the bomb and see how people reacted to her being in a polyamorous relationship. She had never been in a successful or healthy relationship before, and was positive they couldn’t last, until she’d met Harris and Lennox. Now she was convinced that three was the way to go. “No, after the fire. Super new, I’m sure that’s why you hired me, needed an extra set of hands.” She looked down at them and flexed her fingers. “What did you mean let Ricus do the talking?” she asked after a short pause. “Is he the face of the business? You’re much prettier, I’d say.”

[penny-riot]

call-me-harris‌:

“Waitin’ though? Having to go back to a place again? That is just too big of a commitment for me to make” Harris smirked again as he looked at Penny’s eyes and found himself a little lost in them. It’d been nearly ninety years and hat he felt for Penny and Lennox as still just as strong as it was when he met them. “ You really gonna put your trust in the two of us to pick out a bed? Were gonna come back with everything but a bed. I’ll tell you that now. “ Harris added as his smile grew. “ Not even one? I’ll put a smile on your face if you say yes?” He added, knowing it wouldn’t take long to get the other vampire to smile and he had adored seeing that smile take shape.

Now that Harris was on the bed any semblance of self control he pretended to have was right out the window. He was always the type to act on instinct even if it as stupid. It was just how he operated. Right now it was considering making the store model bed incapable of being sold after he was done with what he had going on in his head. “ You’d wound me too much if you were” Harris muttered as he rolled over slightly so that his body as hovering over Penny. “ They wont even notice if we consider one or two” Harris breathed barely a whisper as his lips pressed against her own. “  I can’t make a commitment on a bed if I don’t know how suitable it’d be”

Cold lips pressed heatedly into her own as she fervently kissed back, eager and hungry after everything he was doing to her. He wouldn’t tell her what was on his mind, not even in a whisper, she’d have to wait until they were home so he could show her and that would feel like a lifetime from now. Of course it would all be worth it in the end, it would end in ecstasy, but fuck he was doing this on purpose as he always did, and when their lips parted her own grew into a smile.

Her right hand lifted slowly off the mattress and onto his hovering chest. Her eyes couldn’t leave his, didn’t dare to. It didn’t even cross her mind to make sure the ‘coast was clear,’ not after that kiss, not after his intoxication. “That sounds like a personal problem, babe,” she whispered, hand pressing firmly into his chest, fisting at his shirt. “What do you suggest we do about it? If I can’t trust you and Lennox not to buy half the store, which position do you suggest?” She leaned back, pulling him on top of her and nuzzling her nose into his. Her knees fell on either side of him, shoes digging into the plastic barrier of the mattress. 

[penny-riot]

call-me-harris‌:

Harris didn’t really have any preferences when it came to something like a bed. As long as it fit all of them comfortably, he didn’t care what it looked like, but he had to admit thing’s that seemed more modern had a way of making Harris walk right past it. He was sort of old fashioned aesthetically, even if he was anything but old fashioned. Still he looked at the frame raising a brow. He wasn’t sure if it would be sturdy enough to withstand what the three of them got up to. 

“Maybe she should be the one here testing it out. Then again all three of us would be thrown out immediately. We should come back next week and really fuck things up  next week. I think I could take that lamp on the way out” Harris rambled before smirking over to Penny with that same charming idiot smile he usually had on his face. “ Not used every day.We planning on giving up physical contact anytime soon?” Harris added not having the same filter Penny seemed to have when it involved what him, Penny and Lennox were up to. “Cause I gotta tell you darlin, that may kill me. “ Speaking of being killed Harris eyes went wide a moment as Penny posed on the mattress and the vampire crossed his arms and raised a brow at her action. He really did love the two women who made eternity seem like a dream. He smirked a moment before sliding onto the top of the mattress . “ Oh a million terrible idea’s went through my head just now. Which one do you wanna hear?” 

“Sure, we don’t have to make a decision right... now...” Penny grinned at his childish nature. Somehow she was smitten. She was warned about boys like him, and yet she had fallen in love with him. Him and Lennox. Somehow they were perfect together, and the fact that they welcomed her so easily with open arms, when no one else had done that, not even as a working girl... there was a special place in her cold, dead heart for these two. “Well we can pick a couch today and you and Lennox can come back for the bed another time. And no, I’m not doing any positions with you. Sicko.” Her face screwed up but he could tell she was trying not to smile. Trying and failing. His humor was so stupid and goofy that it was hard to take him seriously, and somehow that was just the perfect amount of contrast she needed.

And then he was talking about using the bed and how it would kill him and she could swear her cheeks were heating up even though that was impossible for the undead. “I’m not giving up anything,” she said, holding her eyes steadily into his right before she lay splayed on the bed. “None of them, sicko,” she whispered, inching closer to him, but her eyes told the truth which was her mouth was lying. She wanted all of it, wanted to know what he’d do to her and when and where and how, and she found herself biting her lip in anticipation for him to break the silence. Which he always did sooner rather than later.