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Post by Eli Andalusia on Apr 11, 2010 17:15:10 GMT -5
To say Eli and Greg were close is like predicting the weather. Some days you're right, others you couldn't be farther from the truth. Today, well it was debatable. He'd invited his Father to lunch at the Well and of course invited Enya too. After all, since the older vampire and the necromancer disappeared, they rarely seemed to be apart. Sitting at the table with his own lovely Mistress, Eli let his arm fall along the back of his chair as he looked around. He wasn't particularly looking forward to the news or his Father's reaction. Clearly, his demon had a better insight into his Father's mind- And Eli assumed that had something to do with her womanly figure. "Dad said he'd be here at twelve-" His eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. 12:15. "Perhaps he's decided to pull a diva and show up fashionably late." Picking up his drink, he sipped the scotch and clinked the ice around the glass. "For once in his life, he can't just be somewhere when he says he'll be?" |
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Post by Keely Knight on Apr 11, 2010 17:42:53 GMT -5
She stroked her fingers along the inside of his leg, paying very little attention to the people around them or to what he was saying really. Yes Eli overly cared for her now, and it was a little bit irritating but since she'd been pregnant it was like Keely had become attached, she very rarely saw anyone else when he was in the room.
She took his glass and sipped it- it was one little sip. And while she knew he wouldnt like it; the baby was a parasite in HER body, she'd do as she damn well pleased. "Why are you so anxious?" She asked. "Relax."
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Post by Eli Andalusia on Apr 11, 2010 17:48:53 GMT -5
"I'll relax when you start being good." He teased, seeing her drink and shaking his head. Of course he knew how she felt and part of him regretted it. The other part of him was loving watching her bloom in her pregnancy.
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Post by Keely Knight on Apr 11, 2010 17:54:59 GMT -5
He shook his head, and she smacked him - playfully, though perhaps a little hard on the forehead. "It was less than a moutful!" She protested.
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Post by Eli Andalusia on Apr 11, 2010 18:02:22 GMT -5
Eli nodded, "I know, I saw you take it." Picking up the cup, he raised it to his lips just to coat them then kissed the sheen of alcohol onto her mouth.
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Post by Keely Knight on Apr 11, 2010 18:04:16 GMT -5
She kissed him, slowly at first then deeper and open mouthly- her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. Naturally, Keely's horomones were all over the place. And as a demon she had massive mood swings anyway, so she was very easily... swayed.
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Post by Eli Andalusia on Apr 11, 2010 18:13:38 GMT -5
Greg cleared his throat. "You know, I realize we're late but are you really going to try and concieve my first grandchild in a booth at the Well?"
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Post by Keely Knight on Apr 11, 2010 18:15:56 GMT -5
Keely paused, glancing up into Eli's eyes. She had the perfect come back; more the point of where the baby had actually been concieved. But held onto it, smirking wickedly, and moving to straddle his lap. Toying, like she had when she sat on gregs lap, she leant forwards, elbows on the table, the curve of her butt pressed lightly against Eli. "You can watch if you want Greg." she purred.
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