[RP] The Inn of Peace - IoP (Open to all)

[Gren_Eckener]

"Oh ho...affectionate tonight...you like playing with hair, do you? Do you wants yours played with as well, then?"

Gren threaded his long fingers through MacPere's tousled hair as well, dragging his fingers slowly through.  

[DragonsHeart_1111]

"Let me put this as blunt as possible." -he stopped moving his hands- "My life was, and technically still is always on he line. This is nothing different to be honest. Sure im on guard, don't really know what im up against, but hey live and learn, or dont. reguardless, here we are, and I refuse to turn back now. Besides, by the way I see things happen around here, Zulma and gren would be rather sad if you weren't here."  

[MacPere]

MacPere hummed, closing his eyes and following Gren's motions with slight rolls of the head. Oh, those fingers of his were dangerous.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"That's what I thought..." Gren began gently massaging MacPere's scalp, tracing gently with his nails as he went. Massages were a specialty of his, and he loved having his new practice partner.  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles blinked slowly before her eyes travelled to the couple and she murmured, "Gren would be just fine," she smiled and turned her attention back to Aris, "your very interesting, thinking that just because you life is always on the line you are comfortable with an ever present danger staring at you in the face. I would think you would tire of it. Don't you ever want peace?"

Angeles stopped and looked up at Gren and MacPere again and felt a twinge of pain in her heart before she stood up, "forgive me," she said quietly. She opened her mouth to explain before she closed it again and walked around the table, "goodnight."

She walked up the stairs to her room and sat on her bed. Her thoughts turning to a black rose, but she was not thinking of a rose, she was dreaming about a time long past, with a black-eyed vampire with a loving smile.

((Sorry, I have to go to bed, I'll be on in the morning.))  

[MacPere]

MacPere opened his mouth to speak but, upon the dawn of the slightest movement, reduced it into an incoherent mumbles, shivering and moaning slightly.

His hands slipped down to Gren's shoulders, the wrists draping each lifting every once in a while to try and return the action... Only to fail miserably.  

[DragonsHeart_1111]

-he smirked- "im working on peace." -seeing her get up he stood up himself- "cheers!" -he said watching her head up the stairs, he wondered if he said anything wrong-

((nighty night))  

[Gren_Eckener]

'Hm...he likes it a lot, then...', thought Gren, as he continued, blue eyes gently smiling into the face of his moaning MacPere. Now came the question about whether to stop or keep going, just to see what happens.

"Let me know when you've had enough..."

(By the way, Angeles, Gren would be quite put out if you went.)  

[MacPere]

MacPere could only manage a squeak in response, his cheeks tinting a dusty pink whilst his breath quickened in pace.

On the inside, he felt almost embarrassed. Gren probably thought of him as an odd one; easy to please or something of those lines. He couldn't help but relish in the feeling and yet... he wanted to stop and gain his confident facade...  

[Gren_Eckener]

Gren assumed that the squeak meant "Please ease up on that for a moment". He slowed down and eventually stopped, letting his hand rest on the back of MacPere's head.

"Better?"  

[MacPere]

MacPere panted a little, keeping his eyes closed and waiting for the flush to die down. "Th-Thank you..."  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Of course..." Gren poured two tumblers of water and placed one next to Macpere. "Here...looks like you need this."  

[MacPere]

MacPere laughed lightly and took the water up, sipping it slowly.

After a few moments of silence, a smirk found its way, crawling over his lips. "... I am afraid that now you have found my one weakness, Grencia, you must die."  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Is that so...well, I can't think of a soul who won't at some point." Gren smiled and sipped from his tumbler, eyes looking up to MacPere's face.  

[MacPere]

MacPere wrinkled his brow and smiled, unsure of whether Gren was being serious or not. "Wh-What's that suppose to mean?"