Thread: Cold Heat (Kaybee x Sugo)

Damien was on edge, there was something more about that woman than her high status and influential position at the company, but he just couldn't quite put his finger on it, his co-workers where making little comments here and there about the altercation they'd all watched between Damien and Joanna out in the open of the middle of the party, Damien reached over to his glass of water on the table, drinking it's contents and standing up. I'm going to... Leave. he said softly, his voice cracking and hesitant as he spoke, his smile not as charming as normal, he had a lot on his mind. What exactly did she mean? 'They where taking an interest' this party wasn't the best place for Damien to think about this, there was too much noise and too many snark comments from his co-workers. He departed from the table moving across the room looking over towards Joanna who seemed to be enthralled in conversation with a man, quite a bit taller than her and looking in his 30's with long brown hair slicked back and patchy facial hair. This man had done Damien a favour, helping him avoid any more confrontations with the woman who'd invaded his mind this night. He quietly without bringing any attention to himself left the building picking up his coat on his exit and departing out the front of the building off to his rather cramped apartment for the night before his weekend begun. The man who'd given Damien this favour was not aware of his actions, but boy would Joanna be sure to tell him what he'd done when she realized her 'target' Damien, had slid out of the party without her knowing. While her eyes had been looking over to Damien every now and then between her business talks with the people of the party there was one person in the entire world who would maybe make her not flick her eyes away towards her target. As she spoke with one of the older, shorter, more balding middle aged men employed in a high position at the company a cold hand found it's self on her waist, holding her body as the other hand found it's place on the other side of her, the cold shivers running throughout as the touch of what could only be a vampire was present on the sides of her body, he seemed to demand control, demand that she remained facing forward while he played his little game even though he hadn't even spoke yet it was just a feeling that he presented with the way he held her. The man in front of Joanna nodded his head respectfully whether it was to her or to the man behind her was unclear, and then he moved away. The hands became more loose, giving her more freedom, allowing her to turn and finally see the figure so confident that he would come up behind a woman of such status and place his hands on her like she belonged to... It wasn't that she belonged to him, but rather her heart most certainly did belong to him. Standing in front of her with a charming smile on his face was Richard Fairclough dressed exactly as one would expect him to be dressed, a shirt unbuttoned by two buttons at the top and the shirt had clearly been ironed, nor was it tucked into his black trousers which had a belt peaking out of it slightly, one of the sleeves rolled up to his elbow the other hanging loosely at his cuff as he looked down at her. Joanna certainly had a handsome and populated cohort of men in her domain, but there was one that she'd turned who no longer lived with her, no longer served under her ever whim and that was Richard, her first, her lover in her mortal life. Their love was so strong that Richard was invited into the leagues of the Vampire kind by her shortly after her turning. I thought I'd find you here. that soothing, charming, domineering voice seemed to say as he looked down over her, he didn't put any effort into his charm it was just there, that 12th century nobleman still resonating inside of his voice regardless of the current century. A large cold hand on the 6 foot 3 inches, maybe even higher, man reached down and brushed the sole curl of her hair out of her face and behind her ear, they'd spent centuries together, just the two of them vampires by nature but one nature was more true, the love that they'd shared throughout those centuries, while it didn't burn as hot as it had in the past, it was still there. 3 Centuries of togetherness aren't possible with at least a few rows. 800 years and not a shed of beauty lost, this is no curse. he said with a soft smile looking down into her eyes, he'd come to this party at his own company for one reason and one reason only, to catch Joanna before she went home to her cohort and got brought into their arms, maybe he'd take her back to his place tonight, away from the men, it was a lot easier to control his own cohort of ladies than it was to control the testosterone filled men that populated Joanna's residence.