Path to Redemption

[Pablo]

Bizarre? That was far from the weirdest dream he'd had. Lucia clearly had no idea what a truly strange dream entailed. Pablo smiled, but why would she, when the first two dreams she could ever recall occurred the past two nights. Before he could offer a truly bizarre dream Lucia sat up, close. Despite last night it was still delighting to be this close to her. His heart began to race as their lips locked. When she pulled away he leaned forward to kiss her once more, but as she spoke he halted. Resigned to being this close to her. Any contact between them left the lycan elated, he sighed, listening thoughtfully to her dream.

Pablo closed his eyes as Lucia spoke. Trying to picture her words in his head. He could imagine it clearly. Stalking low to the ground, snow slowly tinkling down from the sky, and Lucia's ever present threat. His eyes opened as her fingers climbed up his forearm, and he grinned. His skin felt like and tickled in the wake of her touch. He scowled playfully at her implication that he needed a head start. The lycan wanted to interject, but Lucia seemed intent on continuing. She would hear his opinion the matter later. That sounded more like him, carefully evading the prey, even a skilled hunter like Lucia. He leaned slightly against her finger and smiled. The lycan laughed, joyously as he suddenly found himself being tossed onto his back. It had caught him off guard, but was not surprising. He'd quickly learned Lucia enjoyed sitting on top of him, pinning him really in any form, and he was finding it increasingly more difficult to complain. Still he instinctively pushed against her hold. Breaking free from her old was as always obviously fruitless. He grinned once more as her fingers sunk into his neck. Really it was sounding like he allowed Lucia to catch him. He was however too distracted from the girl above him to say such a thing, at a time like this. Her lips met his once more, and he relaxed, sinking into the mattress beneath him.

He sighed as she pulled away. It never felt like enough. Pablo smirked. "And so you had to bite me in real life. And you couldn't even wake me first? Unfair!"

[Lucia Drusa Severa]

Laughing, Lucia released her hold on his wrists, and pushed him playfully at his jest, holding his shoulders down firm, now, "You Love my bites." She brought her face close to his, speaking confidently. There'd been some doubt in her mind earlier that the Lycan actually enjoyed her teeth buried in him; but it had been made quite clear to her last night, just how wrong that doubt was.

Sitting up, the girl looked down at her pet with crimson eyes, trailing her fingers lightly over his chest, "Anyway, how else could I ensure you'd wake so happy to see me?" She shifted pointedly in Pablo's lap; he was so warm beneath her, and with nothing in between them, his skin felt soft against hers. Smiling, the Hybrid bent forward, running her hands over the Werewolf, "I want to play this game with you in Oslo."

[Pablo]

The lycan smiled, trying to sit up the second Lucia released her hold on his wrist, only to be pushed back down by the shoulders. At least now his hands were free, which meant he could touch her. Immediately one hand ran up to rest on her hip, the other on her thigh. Her skin felt unnaturally soft, it was heavenly just to even touch. Who had blessed him with such a unique beauty of a creature in his life?

Pablo's cheeks burned red as Lucia leaned in close. It seemed undeniable at this point, he did love what her bites did to him. "I-" It was still difficult to admit, it felt wrong somehow, but perhaps it shouldn't have. "How could I not? Lucia it makes me feel so alive. It can't just be me." Her teeth, it had to have that affect on everybody? The thought of Lucia sinking her teeth in another brought a flare of heat to his chest, jealousy. "Lucia, don't bite anybody else, just me, I'm all you need." He added, softly caressing her skin. It was difficult not to, she felt so smooth.

Pablo sighed, closing his eyes momentarily while her fingers trailed across her chest. He grunted slightly as Lucia shifted on his lap. The lycan was painfully aware of the contact between them, she felt so soft against him, he could not help but squirm underneath her. He sighed once more, trying and failing to distract himself from the sensation. "Waking up beside you is enough to make me happy." He said, resting his hand on her cheek. Pablo met Lucia's smile with one of his own. "Lucia, I will always play with you. Whenever, wherever!"

[Lucia Drusa Severa]

Grinning as color rose to Pablo's cheeks and he stammered, looking for words, Lucia watched with anticipation. Though he didn't seem to hesitate to touch her, there was something about the Werewolf's behaviour that stuck out to the girl. Was he shy or ashamed? She couldn't help but giggle quietly when he finally did speak. "I'm not certain Victor would have agreed that my bite filled him with life." Yet she fell quiet as the Lycan continued, considering his words, looking at his features as he ran his fingers across her skin. "I suppose I could be convinced." A coy smile covered her lips as she pressed them against Pablo's.

The way he squirmed beneath her was intoxicating. Pulling away from their kiss the smallest amount, the Hybrid looked happily down at her pet as he brought a hand up to her face, touching her gently. The gesture felt strange, yet seemed to fill her chest with warmth. While somewhat unsettling, Lucia couldn't help but find happiness in the joy in Pablo's eyes. "I like your smile, Pablo."

Sitting up, the Hybrid pulled her attention away from the Lycan for a moment; she could hear movement elsewhere within the jet. Perhaps they were nearing Oslo. She wasn't sure how long they'd been asleep for, but the prospect of returning to Scandinavia, and to Dane, filled the girl with excitement. Soon, she would have to dress; but she hoped to catch a few more moments beside Pablo.

Smiling down at the Werewolf, Lucia stretched out on top of him, leaning forward to place both hands on his chest, and her chin on her hands, gazing at him. "Pablo. I've heard a great number of stories concerning your prowess and exploits in combat; how effectively you disable your enemies. In all of these accounts, however, none would have suggested that you turn the loveliest shade of red upon thinking of a woman's bite." She grinned playfully to him.

[Pablo]

Pablo snickered with Lucia. There was something numerous, so fulfilling at the thought of Viktor being dead. Sure he was a vampire, a powerful one at that, but it tickled him more than he'd ever thought possible. He shook his head. "I'm sure he did. Until your tore out his throat of course. He just didn't want to give you the satisfaction of knowing." He cocked an eyebrow right before she kissed him. Could be convinced? His word should be enough, did that mean she wanted to hear it from another. Geir? His concerns were put to rest as they kissed.

He couldn't help but stare up at her wide-eyed. She looked so delicate, precious, but that was so far from the truth. In reality he was the fragile one here. He grinned for her. The feeling was mutual. There was little more heart melting than her smile. The way her four fangs pointed out from underneath her lips. She was adorable in every way.

He turned his head with Lucia, gazing towards the door. Something had attracted her attention, was there flight coming to an end? He frowned. He never wanted to leave this room, but maybe now, now that he was with her, life in Oslo would be different. For one he wouldn't mind if he didn't wake up every morning in a cage, with a grump roommate. He'd rather wake up besides her. His frown vanished as Lucia turned back to face him, a smile on her face. The lycan squirmed once more as Lucia stretched out on top of him. Was she aware of what she was doing? It was difficult to maintain any form of concentration at the moment. His hand strayed towards her back, and just beneath her waist. Lightly squeezing her firm rear.

"Some of them may be exaggerated." Pablo said, grinning. Though as she continued color began to return to his cheeks. "Lucia, it's not.. you don't understand it's not a woman's bite." His hand strayed up to the small of her back. "Well you are a woman, and it's your bite, but that's not what I mean." He glanced away staring at the door. "Trust me I've been bit plenty, but your bite, it's- "He rubbed his throat at the thought. "It's a vampire's bite. That's what vampires do, they bite, they bite each other." It was wrong, even now deep down inside her knew. For as alive as it made him feel, that wasn't its purpose, it was the opposite. To drain him, to kill him. It's why what was left of his parents had charged into his room that night. That, would not have been pleasant.

[Lucia Drusa Severa]

Lucia's grin grew wider as color once again surfaced in Pablo's cheeks. There was something incredibly endearing about that; it made him appear innocent, even though she'd witnessed how ruthless he could be in a fight, and his passion else-wise. Her smile grew softer as Pablo started stammering, and she was silent while he tried to explain to her what it was Vampires did with one another, as if she wasn't aware. Without meaning to, the girl giggled quietly as the Lycan finished speaking, watching him happily. "Are you particularly versed in the extra-curricular activities of Vampires, Pablo?" She laughed softly and sat up, smiling down at the man. "Biting you fills me with life and energy and... pleasant feelings." Shifting for a moment over the Lycan, Lucia sighed, content.

Leaning forward, the Hybrid brushed the tip of her nose against Pablo's, speaking low, "I really liked you biting me." Flashing a grin for him, she pulled away, sliding off the Werewolf and stepping out of bed. The absence of his warmth was immediately apparent and she almost shivered, stepping over to retrieve her clothes from the floor. Pulling on her panties and leggings, Lucia held up the dress she'd worn into combat. It'd been sliced open in a couple places thanks to the traitor's blade, but further inspection of her own body proved that the wounds she'd sustained had healed beautifully; no doubt the contribution of her pet's blood. Throwing the dress on, and pulling it down to adjust its fit around her chest and waist, Lucia felt the fabric, looking to make sure the damage did not leave her exposed overmuch.

Satisfied that she was covered well enough, the girl walked back to the bed she'd left Pablo, sitting on the edge, running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to comb and straighten it. "We should host a party. To celebrate the traitor's death." As they neared Oslo, she could feel the excitement within her rise again; she couldn't wait to tell Dane about the fight.

[Pablo]

Pablo cocked an eyebrow as Lucia giggled. It still seemed she didn't understand his predicament, he was enjoying what could've or should've been the death of him. What was the death of so many he cared for. However, hearing her laugh, and watching her smile, it was difficult to not feel a light flutter in his belly. It seemed there was very little the lycan wouldn't let the hybrid get away with. "A real hunter watches his prey before hunting." That's what Xhel had taught him. It was a necessity as a human, as a lycan an advantage.

Smiling, Pablo wiggled his noise against Lucia's. " Oh I know. You couldn't even hide it." He sighed as Lucia finally slid off of him. That absence of her soft flesh against his immediately noticeable. He wanted to embrace her throughout the entire night. At least he had the pleasure of watching her. As always Lucia was a sight for sore eyes, and his gaze never strayed an inch. Not until she was dressed once more and sat down by the side of the bed. Her thought brought a smile to his lips. "A vampire party?" He sat up, moving to sit behind Lucia, the lycan wrapped his legs and arms around the girl. Holding her tight, her soft auburn hair brushing against his chest as he leaned in to whisper into her ear. "That sounds boring, Lucia. Wouldn't you rather stay here, with me?"

[Lucia Drusa Severa]

Turning to look at Pablo as he spoke of hunters, Lucia smiled thoughtfully, "I see. So you get familiar with your prey, knowing them intimately, before taking their life. I like it." Flashing a playful grin to the Werewolf, Lucia's crimson eyes danced happily.

As the Lycan fell in behind her on the bed, wrapping himself around her, covering her in his warmth, the girl leaned back slightly, relaxing into him. Turning her head to look back at Pablo as she ran her fingers through her hair, it was the Hybrid's turn to raise an eyebrow, "Here, in the jet?" His arms around her felt so good, the thought was tempting, but silly. "No." She laughed softly, "I want to be outside, to run. To dance! Pablo, Vampire parties are far from boring." She tried turning her body a little more to face the man, growing ever more excited. "Daddy would throw the most extravagant masquerades when I was little. The ballroom would be filled with music and laughter and beautiful flowing dresses being spun on the fingers of dashing men. I'm told his soirées were even more elegant centuries past. The warehouse in Oslo doesn't quite live up to London, but Vampires hold the best parties." She smiled genuinely, looking back at Pablo. "I would want you there."

[Pablo]

Pablo buried his face into Lucia's long auburn hair. Like the rest of her it was undeniably soft, it was ironic how angelic like she was in nature. "It doesn't have to be the jet!" He said. "We can go to the forest." Pablo wanted Lucia all to herself. A party full of vampires, ready to appease their Queen, that was the complete opposite. He rested his chin on her shoulder. Whispering directly into her ear. "You said you wanted to chase me. Although, I don't know why. In my wolf form, you could never really catch me, unless I let you." That had to pull some sort of nerve in her. She'd want to prove him wrong, even if it was only in jest.

With every word Pablo nodded his head, as if the lycan was listening intently. He waited for her to finish speaking, before he smirked. "Sounds like you've only ever been to a vampire party. I'm sure it's fun, but something tells me it won't be very lively." It was clear as day, that Lucia had made up her mind. The prospect of attending her celebration, it didn't sound as appealing as Lucia imagined. A room full of his mortal enemies, men and women whose friend's and colleague's he had murdered in cold blood, hot blood, you name it. The prospect was dreadful, but how could he ever say no to her. He fell back down onto the bed, forcefully pulling Lucia down with him, he ate a face-full of her hair as it cascaded down. His legs and arms still wrapped tight around the girl. He shook the hair out of his face, and once again spoke quietly to her. "I'll go Lucia, but you'll have to make it up to me."

[Lucia Drusa Severa]

"I want to hunt you." Lucia grinned wickedly, correcting Pablo and casting a glance at him as he teased her. "And I will make you eat your words when I catch you." Her fangs poked out from behind her lips, and she rested her head back on the Lycan's shoulder. The thought of playing with him like that was incredibly enticing, her teeth ached simply at the notion, and his warm embrace felt intoxicating.

As Pablo pulled her back into him and onto the bed, the girl giggled. When he finally assented that he would go, she beamed brightly, wrapping her arms around his as he held her. "It'll be fun, you'll see." Closing her eyes for a moment, Lucia lay there in the Werewolf's warmth; his body felt so nice wrapped around her. "You feel so good." She spoke quietly.

After a moment, the Hybrid shifted in his arms, prying his arms and legs open enough to turn and face Pablo. Pressing her forehead against his, she smiled, sublime, "How could I make this up to you?" Running her hands up to the man's head, she scratched behind his ears, playfully.