Thread: RP: Crazy In Love ( Horror_Show & Blue Hatter)

Right or wrong Vincent didn't care, this felt good, it felt too good, and he found himself unable to stop. His tongue danced with hers, wrestled with hers, and their moist muscles flitted between each other's mouth, and he couldn't help but release a soft but clearly lustful groan into the remarkably passionate kiss. Chloe had been the only person he truly wanted and though he had hid such emotions away for as long as he could remember they had always been there at the back of his mind, lingering, simmering, lusting... And now he couldn't stop them from coming out. He found himself on his back soon enough with Chloe on top of him, and he gazed up at her, a grin plastered onto his lips. He rather enjoyed this position, he liked being under her like this, and he liked seeing her lovely naked body above him. He was just above to lean up and take her right nipple into his mouth when he heard the door slam open-- why hadn't he locked it?-- and he was not surprised to see their mother standing there. The woman pulled Chloe off of him and he growled as he shot up onto his feet. He wasn't the type to hurt their mother no matter how much she deserved it but he wasn't going to let her hurt Chloe, either. You... not touch her! he growled again and pushed their mother away, not hard, but enough to force some distance between them. He glared at her as he made his way to Chloe's side. I don't... b-belong to you! I never... belonged to you! He continued with a hiss. His words were, again, a bit easier to understand now that the warm shower water had worked his vocal chords once again and loosened them. He barely glanced down to Chloe before he reached down to grasp her hand, and he pulled her up off of her feet and into his arms in one smooth motion. ...Come with me, he told her, not so much a question now. Staring down their clearly angry mother, he backed out of the bathroom with a look that clearly read he would defend himself and Chloe if needed, and once he was clear of the bathroom, and carrying his sister in his arms, he made his way down the hallway as quickly as he could, which wasn't really all that quick thanks to his sluggish body. I don't belong to her... he mumbled as though he were talking to himself. He briefly glanced down to her as he made his way down the stairs and down another hallway. I belong to you. I've... always belonged to you. He could hear their mother stomping after them and he quickened his pace as much as he could. Out through the kitchen, out the back door and into the garage, he was relieved to find his old car still there and that it hadn't yet been sold. He retrieved the keys from the key holder on the nearby wall and balanced Chloe enough to use one hand to unlock the door and pull it open, and he hastily lowered his sister into the passenger seat even as he heard footsteps drawing ever closer. He all but ripped off his shirt in his mad dash to get out as quickly as possible, and he draped it over Chloe's naked torso to cover her, and then hurried around to the driver's side, pulled open the door and climbed in. The garage door behind them was slowly rumbling open and he was getting rather antsy and impatient with it, drumming his fingers along the dashboard in an old habit of showing his impatience. He had barely gotten the car started and began to back out when their mother dashed out in front of them, and illuminated in the glow of headlights he swore she almost looked like some sort of demon. She was yelling at them and waving fists in the air as he pulled the car out, cranked the steering wheel, and smoothly drove them away from the house.