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Thread: Kryptonite (Belle and Father)

His silence was perhaps more deafening than his words or any shout his voice could provide. It felt as though the air between them was heavier than if they were miles into the stratosphere, and Jessie for a moment thought about just letting him go. She could feel her fingers start to slowly release him when she felt his hand reach up to touch hers. A surprising amount of relief coursed through her body and she felt her shoulders unwind as though her muscles had been wound in light bulb tight coils. As he looked at her she smiled softly. The idea of a word formed in her thoughts and she felt the voice rising up from her throat ready to speak. And then he was kissing her. And everything else stopped. The stars halted in their celestial alignments, the moon held still in its orbit around the Earth, and the world outside of this one little apartment on a forgotten street in a too crowded city melted away like old paint on a canvas. For what must have only been half of a moment, but felt like on half hour, Jessie stood as still as Pygmalion's stone statue. And then as he brought his fingers up to touch her cheek he brought with it that spark of desire that willed her marble heart to beat. Suddenly the universe began spinning once more in its spiral formation, the world back on its axis, and Jessie felt vividly alive. In a move that was fast for her but probably a snail's pace for him, she wrapped one arm around his neck, the other around his waist, and pulled their bodies together as her lips responded to his call. For all the 'Steel' titles that had been given to him, his lips were supple - firm but very much flesh - and warm with a heat that was entirely his own. Jessie sighed softly into the kiss as she felt her own heart beating so fast, she thought it might batter against her rib cage. Could he hear it? Could he feel it? She almost hoped he could. For there were all her emotions. Her surprise that he would kiss her, a bit of her nervousness - it had been a while since she'd kissed or been kissed by anyone -, and a lot of her excitement in kissing him back. He was no lofty thing high on his pedestal amongst the stars anymore - he was in her arms, as secure and sure as she could hold him - and for her nothing else mattered.
Thread: Kryptonite (Belle and Father)

He could hear everything. The sound of her heart pounding in her chest, the rush of blood through her body, and the hair on her skin prickling upwards. The scent of her hormones, her adrenaline, the smell of her permeating the air and filtering upwards into his brain. Whatever might be happening between them it was different than anything he had experienced before. The alien chemistry of his body interacting with hers, bringing about an intense arousal inside of him, a need that just transcended anything else he had been part of. This was why he had stayed away from others, this was why he had never been willing to connect with another. It was not just the aloofness, but the requirement that he remain free from such constraints. Anything he did with a woman could bring consequences he might not be willing to accept. Anything he created, a relationship, a life, a connection...would make him vulnerable, would put her in danger, and more than that...there was no telling how his alien physiology would interact. None of that mattered with her though. She took all of that away from him. It was not just the fact that she had gifted him with her willingness to protect him. Not just the fact that she had placed herself in his hands and offered to be something for him. Not just the fact that she had shared her pain, her dreams, and her uncertainties. It resonated on a level that was beyond mere attraction between two individuals. This was something real, he could feel it, and perhaps that was silly to think of it like that. Mere infatuation, mere childishness to believe in love at first sight. Yet when she had smiled, when she had smirked, when she had playfully spoken to him and offered him tea even while scared...he had felt a stirring of emotions that was not arousal but something deeper. A wish to protect her personally, a wish to know her, and a wish to have her in his arms. Like he had her in his arms now. His other hand moved, slowly touching her hip as he traced over it, caressing slowly to slide back and grip her firm backside. The fingers were not quite like the small kiss, instead taking hold. He was not cruel in the grasp, not painful, but it was an unyielding touch like the namesake he had been given. Perhaps his lips were gentle but his hand was going nowhere. They stayed in that kiss for a few moments, slow and soft, steady and breathing into one another's lips...and finally as the kiss began to break it was easy to realize in the headiness of the moment that perhaps in her arms he had not been a god, but in his...she had risen above all others. In his arms they floated in her living room, a foot above the ground, the shadows of the feet the only things touching the floor.
Thread: Kryptonite (Belle and Father)

If Jessie had told herself this morning that before the day was through that she would be kissing anyone...let alone these lips...she would have thought it was a sick joke. Oh and crazy. Can't ever forget crazy. And in those first few moments in the kiss, Jessie had felt practically weightless and the whole world seemed to slow down as though she were standing in a sweet, waking dream. She almost couldn't grasp that this was truly happening. Every sensation was slow and warm as it moved through her, filling her with life, with desire for this not to be a dream. But this was not a dream. She was not crazy. No dream could be as vivid as his lips tightening against hers or feel as real as the strength of his arms wrapped tight around her smaller, lithe frame. The slow, warm radiating sensation that seemed to dull her senses evaporated like steam and left her with the smoldering facts about his body. How tall he was, how strong, how he towered over her practically and held her so tight that it obscured her from everything, from the rest of the world. He could envelop her in those strong arms til there was no separation between them. No one who had ever kissed her made her feel like this. As his hand brushed against her hips and then further around her body, she felt the strength of his arms now in his lips in the way they were relentless in their need to taste hers. Her reaction was instant and primal, her hands reached up into his hair as she responded with her own need. And she realized that it was his strength, the power in his touch and his kiss, that drew her in...and aroused her like no one else ever had. Or would again. And so when he pulled away from her very slowly she was already planning how she would kiss him next...and how many times she desired to kiss him again and again and... And a very cool breeze touched the side of her bare leg. Her eyes averted down from his for only a very brief moment, and she realized they were floating. Elation. Shock. Surprise. Delight. Adrenaline. All of them rushed through her and all she could do was gasp and tighten her arms around him as she glanced down at the ground with a soft laugh. Holy fuck! she gasped as she grinned widely. How did-? I didn't even-! Holy fuck! She laughed at herself softly and then turned back to him, warmth touching every part of her body - her cheeks, her chest, her lower abdomen...He'd heard her childhood wish and turned it into a reality. I...can't even remember any other time I've kissed someone before right now, she said softly, her happiness showing through her voice. You've blown them all away...
Thread: Kryptonite (Belle and Father)

Perhaps what she said was meant to be a compliment, a sincere level of flattery to let him know that she was appreciative of those lips of his upon hers but for him what she said was the sincere truth. He himself did not remember a time that he had ever kissed another, not like this. He realized whether swiftly that such a thing was not a lie, such a thing was the very truth for him. When had he ever held someone lovingly in his arms? When had he ever kissed a woman deeply, sharing with her, showing her that he was something more...? His life had not been prosaic, had not been kind, and other than a few fumbling attempts as a teenager he had always realized deep down how distant he was from others. Once he had grown, once he had become the man he was going to be, he did not bother with affection or intimacy. Not that it was out of reach for him, but that he felt it was perhaps...underserving. There were so many thoughts, so many fears, and yet all of those were truly blown away by her in his arms. She took all those thoughts from his mind. For once he felt peace and he slowly smiled at her words, letting her take away all that pain for just a few moments. His fingers tightened on her, sliding from her backside to her hips so that he could lower her down towards the floor of the apartment. He bent over her in doing so, giving a last lingering and stolen kiss before he placed her down and he straightened. He himself did not lower, he remained held there in the air as he tried to fathom what to say. He wanted to apologize to her, to tell her that he was sorry for daring to touch her like that without her permission. For not having asked. His features tightened as if once more he had done something wrong, and that was the strangest feeling... Vulnerability. Fear. He took a slow steadying breath and floated away towards the window, pausing there for a moment to gaze back at her and he whispered very quietly, barely heard. Yes, that...that was wonderful. Forgive me, Jessie, I hope you know that I am very thankful for your willingness to protect me. To show me a kindness. It is rare and...I will never forget it... his voice trailed off like he was going to say something else, say something that might be more intimate than just those words, yet he felt the fool for feeling so connected to her. So quickly emotional over a woman who he barely knew. Instead he shook his head slowly and then... Then he was gone.
Thread: Kryptonite (Belle and Father)

Paul Westerfield, CEO. The man was a worthy one of note, powerful and prestigious, definitely drawn towards his ambitions. CADMUS represented something largely differently than the government had become engaged in recent years, something that arched away from it's previous incarnations and specifically targeted a driving goal for the military industrial complex. It specifically began to search out, acquire, understand, and reverse engineer aliens and their technology. No that was not improperly stated, they reverse engineered the aliens as well - biology and chemistry were just an important part of the overriding goal as the physics that were being applied in the process. They had begun with great success, exploring all the potential options, but one particular option had stuck out like a sore thumb. One particular option eluded any capture and that was something CADMUS was desperately working on. That was the one piece of the puzzle that Westerfield wanted. He wanted Superman. Of course he wanted Superman, what up and coming overachiever would not? Yet that was not something easily doable. Not something that he could ever truly accomplish...that was until one of his biochemists suggested that even though they did not have direct access to Kryptonite, they could try to replicate the chemical processes with what little information truly did exist. That perhaps they could produce, perhaps even mass produce, weapons capable of working against Superman. Not only working, but harming him...maybe even killing him. Yes, that would be something he would want. That would be something that he would need if he were planning to impress President Waller. With the world's emotions turned so high against the Man of Steel...this would be Westerfield's triumph. So when Lois Lane and Jessie Olsen arrived he gave them nothing but pomp and circumstance. His actions were pomp and circumstance, meant to draw attention to the new and improved CADMUS and it's goals, the drive that would usher in a new generation of peace for the planet...peace brought about through military might. Peace brought about through understanding the universe. There was apparently nothing that the organization would not engage in to lead them to the path of establishing complete hegemony amongst the peoples of planet earth...and after giving them the gilded, in depth, and utterly breathtaking tour there was one final thing left to be seen. The Pice de Rsistance.
Thread: Appreciating the Subtleties of the Night (Translucentfeathers & Lady Arachnia)

Alegra could see the girl's resolve crumbling away as every second that Alegra worked on her. She was like clay waiting to be sculpted by the vampire in to whatever she visioned. She almost laughed aloud though when she heared the woman add those last words For the night. The whole thing was so absurd, the fact that this girl really though that this was just for one night then she was sadly mistaken. The only way that this was going to be simply for one night was if Alegra was thoroughly unimpressed... and hopefully for Charlotte that wasn't the case. Alegra had lost controll of herself plenty of times when feeding and finding her meal particularly tedious. The exotic creature had other plans for this one though and simply smirked. For the night she repeated with an amused expression on her face... for this night and all those to come. She'd given in though, more or less, and Alegra thought she could let the girl have a night she'd truly remember... well an experience. With the kiss came a hazy memory for the reciever, it was one of the way her kind stayed hidden. They woke and remember only bits and pieces with a sense of unrivaled satisfaction from the night before. Not only that but most woke with a feeling of desperation... an urge to feel that high that had no rival. Alegra raised her hand and dipped it in to Charlotte's clothes now and below the life line as a flash of white followed by a streak of scarlet filled her vision. Alegra's fangs were out and embedded in to the girls neck. There wasn't the pain one expected but the feeling of intense euphoria. Her fangs were out almost as quickly as they went in and her tongue began to mop up the desired crimson liquid. All the while her hand dug deeper and searched for the girls bare sex, ready to take her to a new level.
Thread: Appreciating the Subtleties of the Night (Translucentfeathers & Lady Arachnia)

Charlotte stared as Alegra laughed openly, feeling as though she had missed the joke in their exchange. Her dark grey blue eyes focused on the dangerous, exotic woman next to her, as she lifted a pale hand reaching up to tuck some of the black curls back behind an ear while biting her bottom lip, teeth toying with her piercing as the other woman repeated her own words. It was slightly disconcerting the way Alegra almost seemed amused by their exchange and before she could ask the other woman's hand had slipped down below the waistline of her jeans underneath the denim. A sharp gasp slipped out of her lips as the wandering hand moving down over her heated flesh as her hips arched into those long fingers, her movements trying to coax her hand to dip lower. There was a flash of movement and suddenly Alegra's head was ducked over her throat, those black painted lips sealing over her skin. There was a sharp flare of pain that seemed to pierce over her neck and caused her to arch, body writhing under Alegra's form. The pain quickly disappeared and was replaced by a rush of pleasure that struck her almost immediately as she just felt bliss course through her veins. Charlotte's head fell back against the booth seat, offering as much of her throat to Alegra as she could while she began panting desperately. A hand came up to tangle in Alegra's hair as she whimpered, desperate for more, all the while trying to ignore the heavy thrum of the club around them. A-Alegra, managed to get out around a breathless moan. Please, we should go somewhere else, anywhere else. Charlotte couldn't think of doing much more than getting somewhere private.
Thread: Appreciating the Subtleties of the Night (Translucentfeathers & Lady Arachnia)

Maybe they should have gone some where else but right now Alegra wasn't even considering that, she was just focussing on the moment, she'd chosen this booth for a reason and in this kind of bar a bit of intimacy and neck kissing was to be expected. She brushed off her pet's words and tried to shut her up by placing two of her cold fingers over the girls sensitive nub and gently brushing them over it in a clock wise motion. Her lips locked on to Charlotte's neck and she began to suck hard, drawing more and more of that delicious blood out of her. She gave a moan against the others skin followed by a whimper as though she were getting some kind of sexual gratification from this. Alegra was right, this girl was delicious and she could taste the essence of the wine she'd drank in the liquid. She tasted unique, far different then any of the cattle she'd had before, better than almost anything she'd had before. Her eyes closed as she continued to draw more out and her fingers picked up in their intensity. She managed to regain enough controll to keep her thoughts clear though and all she could think was 'Oh no, Charlotte, you're not getting away from me, you are mine.' though the words remained in her head. As Alegra worked her fingers pressed harder on her clitoris and eventually began moving far faster than any human would have been able to. She wanted to draw the girl deeper in to her pleasures and leave her desperate and close to the edge. She wanted the girl to be eager and craving more before she took her any where. She could feel the moisture on her fingers and once she was confident the girl was getting closer to her peak she drew back a little and hovered over the entrace for a moment. He fingers dabbled and probed the entrace several times before she pulled them back. As they left Charlotte she pulled her head back and licked away the two bite marks on the girls neck so that they vanished. Charlotte would be able to see a trail of crimson dribbling down her lip and on to her chin for a moment before that long tongue extended to clear it up. She could what kind of state she'd be in now and she was eager to resume what they'd started... and to get some satisfaction of her own. She held out her fingers that were still dripping with the other girls moisture. Clean me up and we'll go, Charlotte she whispered cooly.
Thread: Appreciating the Subtleties of the Night (Translucentfeathers & Lady Arachnia)

Charlotte let out a choked whimper at the ministrations she was being put through, her hand knotting in Alegra's dark hair as her body felt positively awashed with the sensations currently racing through her. Those teasing cool fingers had her hips arching into them, their pace picking up to an inhuman speed as she gasped, her mind too far gone with that tempting pleasure high she was chasing to notice anything more than the bliss Alegra was bringing her to. With a choked noise she continued to leave her head laying back, offering her throat to the woman who seemed to be devouring her, sucking her very life essence out of the skin and flesh she was biting down on. Charlotte felt herself slipping closer to the edge, her release so close she could almost taste it, reach out and grasp the edges of it. Suddenly though, the vampires fingers lifted off her clit and her eyes flew open from the shock of their absence. They were not gone for long though, pressing and teasing at her entrance as they dabbled in her warmth there. They never breached into her though, and Charlotte felt teased, edged in a way that had her desperately arching her hips up even as Alegra withdrew her hand. Charlotte's gaze was suddenly filled with the exotic temptress' face and her eyes widened when she saw what could only be blood dripping down those black lips in a crimson trail over Alegra's chin. With a noise of shock she brought her free hand up to the area Alegra had been biting, suckling and licking only moments before when she felt herself pause, not finding a wound. When she glanced back up the red liquid was gone from her face as if it had never been there, the dark woman was licking her painted lips though and it had Charlotte swallowing weakly, her own tongue and teeth toying with the small silver hoop on the right side of her bottom lip. Perhaps the wine had left her seeing things, imagining something that wasn't there, regardless, Charlotte was still left wanting and aroused. Charlotte heard the words that sounded distant and cold, a brief command directing her to clean Alegra's fingers off so they could go, and Charlotte could think of nothing more than her desire to leave this place and get somewhere private where they could finish the high she was still teetering on. Leaning forward she wrapped her lips around the woman's tan fingers, her tongue offering what attention she could to the damp digits, swirling hungrily around them as she sucked them into her warm wet mouth. Charlotte continued to suckle her own taste off of those long expert fingers before pulling back once they were completely clean from her own arousal, tongue darting out to swipe one more time appreciatively over the pads of them before she glanced at Alegra, arching an eyebrow at the woman as if to ask if she wad satisfied now.
Thread: Appreciating the Subtleties of the Night (Translucentfeathers & Lady Arachnia)

Oh she was an eager one wasn't she? To Alegra's nose the scent of Charlotte's arousal was strong and sweet, it excited her and made the hunter want more. When she watched the girl go to work on cleaning her own nectar from Alegra's fingers she simply smiled at her, she lapped away hungrily. Those cool eyes remained locked on to Charlotte while she completed her task. The contrast in their temperatures were vast and her fingers would be ice cold inside the other's mouth. When she finished and gave her final lick Alegra lightly carressed the girls cheek. I think you've done well, you really are eager to spend the night with me aren't you? Up, you get then, let's go. Alegra gestured with her hand for the other to stand up as you would a pet you'd trained. Alegra though stood up herself and moved just a step behind the other. Stay with me. she whispered. Alegra placed one hand over Charlotte's right buttock and took a firm hold so that she could use that to steer the girl exactly where she wanted. On their way out of the club Alegra directed them both through the mass of bodies and it was almost as though they faded through the groups as mist. Once they were outside the sting of the icy winds would bit them, Alegra though, despite what she was wearing, didn't so much as flinch at it. The woman walked at a merciless pace and thanks to her solid hold on Charlotte the girl had no choice but to keep up. They kept up this relentless speed for around fifteen monutes before Alegra started to slow down. Throughout their walk she gave several pinches and squeezes on the girls behind to amuse herself. When they stopped they were at a set of luxirous apartments and then minutes later they'd ascended the elevator and made their way inside room number 252 close to the top of the building. When the door opened Alegra delivered a spank that landed far harder than a girl of her size should have been able to hit. The appartment was lavish and oozed wealth, everything from the paintings on the wall to the leather sofas and dark oak table. You're wearing far too much. my dear, I yearn to see what kind of small clothes you wear underneath. she said as cool as ice. Alegra then walked past her and slid down on to a rather comfortable large black leather armchair. She held a hand out to indicate that Charlotte should stay standing... she was eager to get the view she sought.