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Post by Ventia on Apr 17, 2021 22:45:45 GMT -5
She stared at Ivan, feeling a little speechless after all he had said. If Ventia didn’t know better, she would have guessed that some other soul now walked in Ivan’s body, but she did know better and stared at the new Ivan. “Well.” Ventia licked her lower lip, wanting him drink down the whiskey with a thirst that felt contagious.
“I like the sound of that.” So much so that Ventia could feel a lazy shiver of excitement running through her body, as if awakening something inside of her. With Ivan, Ventia was a lot of things. It was like once she was in his presence, all her walls came tumbling down and Ventia found herself just exploding outwards, letting everything out, acting foolishly sometimes, passionately the next, shy and submissive one minute, then hot and angry the next, and so forth. But most of all? Ventia felt like she could do anything-with his help. She couldn’t stop the small but burning hope that grew stubbornly in her tired heart. The look in Ivan’s eyes, of determination and fire, just made that spark grow bigger.
Ventia laughed, feeling light again, and felt her eyes burning. She hated how he did this to her. How he could just waltz in and make Ventia feel like everything would be okay. She had missed him on so many levels, and this was one of them.
Her eyes, still swirling with silver, danced now as Ventia stared at him. “Who says I won’t?” She asked, answering his earlier question. She smirked a bit and sized him up, starting from his messy jet black hair that she longed to curl her fingers in, to his vibrant emotion filled eyes, to his hard lips, to his adam’s apple which was bulging against his neck, down across his shoulders, his chest, down his stomach and then lowered, Ventia took her time to see if he would bulge down there too and then smiled back up into his eyes.
“Well I did said I’ll behave.” Ventia shrugged and reached around for her glass, her throat dry.
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Post by Decoii on Apr 18, 2021 11:39:01 GMT -5
Ivan's mind was buzzing with both the alcohol and idea's on how to get his children back, how to get Ventia back to herself. The missing years must have been rough for her and even though her words of being second best still sat bitterly in his mind, he wasn't going to comment on them. Ventia was second best because she allowed herself to be. Ivan knew because he was nothing. He came of nothing, was made from nothing, and lived in nothing. Yet, he always build himself an empire with whatever shitty hand life gave him.
Ventia was strong enough to do the same. But she was tied down by friends, loved ones, responsibilities that didn't even belong to her. She had always been tied down to something and Ivan had never been able to relate to that, even after he was tied down to her. They had been reckless and angry with what they have been given. It had been a slow burning toxic fire, in fact.
Ivan knew that even after fifteen years, he owned a fortune in this world. Despite people changing, the game changing, the rules adjusting to fit the need of the most powerful, despite it all it was still a simple clear thing in Ivan's mind. Power. He knew he could go back to his money, find a nice place at the top of a mountain and fuck around this time as he's done plenty of times in the past. But something had made him find his way here and he was tired of fighting against the part of himself that always made it here.
Yet, time has passed. Ventia seemed to have lost a part of herself with it and as Ivan drank the bitter liquid in his cup, his eyes shined with mischievousness. He would help her find herself again and he would gift her their children again. It wasn't even a promise in his mind, Ivan knew it was a fact that would be completed with time.
Still, he hadn't thought much about what else had changed during those years. Ivan was staring at Ventia, his gaze hard and unwavering as his mind buzzed with the alcohol to think of multiple situations in which he could just bend her over the counter and make her scream. It had been fifteen years since he had last made her scream after all. He wasn't even trying to hide the lewd thoughts in his head, or even the lust in the air. He wanted her to feel it all. He wanted to punish her with want.
"How about you," He spoke slowly, bringing his cup back to his lips to take another full chug. "It's been fifteen years, tell me about yourself." The question was innocent enough, right?
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Post by Ventia on Apr 18, 2021 15:36:53 GMT -5
Ventia’s hand hesitated at his question, her fingertips just barely touching the glass. She brought her eyes to meet his, at his intense stare before closing her hands around her glass. Her heart was skipping, fear and excitement all bunched up into one inside of Ventia. She couldn’t help noticing his desire for her and it warmed her all the way down to her toes.
“Fifteen years huh.” It had all felt too long. Ventia thought back to the day where she hugged Ivan’s cold and unmoving body to her, as his blood stained her hands, and as she felt a piece of herself dying along with him. Ventia drank the rest in her cup and placed it down, pushing it away and moving around him to sit on one of the table chairs.
She leaned back, hugging herself and wondering what to say. She had just gotten him calm again or more precisely, Ivan had decided to calm himself down after the truth bomb over the kids. She thought of Lue and knew it would only make things worst-but so would lying. And Ventia never lied to Ivan, not if she could help it. Not if she wanted to start things over with him. Which she really did, she had fifteen years to regret what had happened between them, now by the grace of Ivan’s stubbornness even in death, Ventia just might have a second chance with him. She didn’t want to lose it.
“Well, it’s a lot of time, fifteen years. The first few years I raised Katie and Jareth, while looking for Elena. But they grow up so fast, next thing I know their in their teens and being very defiant. Always doing their own thing. Back then it was clubs and concerts, Jareth had his own little band and they were actually really good. Katie was everywhere, mostly with Reaver, another boy her age in the pack. They would always explore the territory, one time the cave they were exploring in collapsed with them in it. That was a hell of a scolding I gave her.” Ventia bit her lip, thinking of all the times she had fought with Katie, trying to make her less wild and more like her-for what though? The girl ended up being just like Ventia and Ventia hated it, thinking she should have been more easy on them. Maybe if Ventia had been a better mother and not a drill sergeant like her daughter had called her, her children would have been home right now, seeing their father for the first time.
“Anyways, they grew up and went their own ways. I was alone and well you know me, always trying to do something. When I’m not looking for Elena, my hands are full trying to run my club that I share with Lue, and trying to keep the Pack afloat. De died a few years ago...” Ventia paused, thinking of her Alpha and friend, another shattered piece of her heart.
“If you’re asking if I’ve been with anyone,” Ventia dared to say after some time, knowing he had been waiting for this bit of information, “yes. I go to Lue when I need someone warm to hold. Don’t you even try getting mad at me, you were dead, never coming back, and I felt as empty as I do right now, and only she made it feel a little better. We’re not together but we have a understanding.” A understanding where once Lucrezia found out that Ventia’s mate was back alive and in town, well the succubus never went down without a fight. And oh did she like having Ventia all to herself.
“That’s about it. A few Pack problems, nothing you’d want to hear. See? It’s not so bad,” Ventia let out a breathy laugh, “it’s basically like when you first met me, in the bed of another woman.” Ventia blinked innocently at him even though she was afraid he would blow up at her and then leave.
She didn’t want him to leave. Ventia would beg him not to, if it came down to that. Instead she waited, still hugging herself, and hoped that it wouldn’t bother him too much. Which it really shouldn’t, Ventia mused to herself, it wasn’t like she had another dick in her.
“How about you.” She tried turning it on him. “Did you fuck some poor girl down in hell?”
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Post by Decoii on Apr 18, 2021 18:46:45 GMT -5
Ivan couldn't help but chuckle at the way his mate was acting. So reserved and guarded, it was almost cute. "In bed with another women." He agreed, laughing at the fact that it was almost ironic. That was how he found Ventia after all, while he was hunting down Alexis in an attempt to score himself one hell of a bounty. He was surprised the women they called Decoii had lasted longer than him, but Ventia seemed sad about it so he wasn't about to start cracking joke at her friends death.
Even though he really wanted too.
No, Ivan felt strange with how composed he was being. It was almost out of character for him, but he knew the situation was delicate. He also knew that he didn't want to fall back into old patterns. Ivan Trevor was going to play his cards by the book, have a friendly relationship with his mate, find his kids, then think of what would happen after. After all the things that he needed to do as a mate and father would be done.
He couldn't just come back and fuck around when he hadn't seen his children in fifteen years. When he last held them in what felt like forever. He hadn't even been there when they took their first steps, said their first words, or even showed up when they had asked for him. He could say he had some sort of regret over how things have played out. But Ivan knew even if he could go back in time, he wouldn't change what happened because he refused to change himself.
It was his biggest fault after all, his commitment to stay true to his self and his ideal quest for power. Without such a thing, Ivan didn't really know who he was other than some douchebag with a fucked up sense of commitment and humor.
"No, I didn't have much time for dead girls." He clarified, cocking his head to the side, "You know me, When I have something I need to get done, I don't fuck around. It's a waste of time."
However....
Ivan stared at Ventia, smirking as he moved over to her. "While we are on the subject of fucking..." He cocked his head to gesture towards her bedroom. "Are you open to an invitation?"
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Post by Ventia on Apr 18, 2021 21:05:58 GMT -5
Ventia felt herself smiling at Ivan’s chuckle, relaxing into the chair, hugging herself less so as she stared at the man. He was irritating to say the least and the way he was acting? Just taking it all in without typical Ivan behavior was a bit of a turn on. Though Ventia also liked it when he lost his shit, he was quite the passionate man afterwards. She just hadn’t liked when it turned into a big fight and Ventia would sleep alone that night, so she was definitely enjoying this new change in pace.
Ventia shouldn’t have been so happy hearing that he hadn’t been with another woman, knowing that while Ivan was alive he had drown himself in other women after their last fight but it didn’t seem to even matter to her. Fifteen years was a long time to get over petty stuff like that. Suddenly Ivan’s earlier words came back to mind, about having a gorgeous queen to get back to, and Ventia thought of herself. Was she the one Ivan fought to get back to?
Ventia let her arms drop at him approaching, holding on to the sides of the seat, and feeling her heart skip at the sight of his smirk. Gods but he was gorgeous, Ventia thought, as she breathed in his intoxicating scent.
“Is that you asking for one?” Ventia whispered, inches away from his lips, her eyes drawn to them. It had been so long that a part of her was scared to take that step. To touch him and kiss him and bring him to her bed. Knowing that once Ventia did, that would be it. She’d need him in her life more than ever and wouldn’t let go, until death pried her away from him again.
Ventia licked her lips unable to stop herself from reaching out, her hand coming to rest on his forearm, feeling his body vibrating underneath her touch. Once again she was reminded that Ivan was really here, that this was her second chance at a life with her mate.
Ventia let her silver eyes meet his and gripped his arm tighter, keeping him close to her. She wasn’t about to waste it.
“Aren’t you going to give your mate a welcome home kiss?”
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Post by Decoii on Apr 19, 2021 0:45:04 GMT -5
((Okay, so this was really hard to type without going into the rated R category, because Ivan is a whore. A very detailed whore. So I'm sorry if it's so short.....))
Ivan smirked softly, leaning down towards his sitting mate and running his nose lightly across her cheek and down towards her jaw. Her breath was intoxicating and he was already stiff underneath his jeans. The fact that Ventia was putting on such a show of composure made him laugh against her neck. He wasn't one for asking, he realized and immediately crashed his lips against her, not wasting time as his tongue darted out, licking her soft lush lips and asking for entrance into her mouth.
He moved his hands to her thighs, gripping as he licked softly across her lips again, growling against her mouth. He moved his hands around, squeezing against her knees, her upper thighs, the side of her hips. Frantically they moved up under her shirt, squeezing against the fabric of her bra. He felt desperate, needy. Unconsciously, he pressed his girth between her legs, as he moved his hands unto her thick hair, pulling back roughly to expose her neck so that he could nip and kiss at the delicate skin across is, behind her ear, towards her collar bone.
"If you're going to tell me to stop, you better say it now." He warned moving his hands to the front of her shirt so he can tear at the fabric, dipping his head so he could lay hot wet kisses across the skin of her chest, over her shoulders, licking under her bra.
His hands moved to her hips again, giving them a squeeze before they slid down to her ass, squeezed and picked her up, moving her that much more closer to the stiffness under his pants.
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Post by Ventia on Apr 19, 2021 5:49:20 GMT -5
Ventia closed her eyes at the feel of Ivan rubbing against her face, her hand unclenching and clenching again on his forearm as Ivan laughed against her neck. It tickled and Ventia felt tears building at the back of her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, trying to stop the tears even as Ivan finally kissed her. Ventia sighed into his mouth, feeling tingles erupting from everywhere they touched, and parted her lips, running her tongue over Ivan’s bottom lip and getting a good taste of her mate.
When Ivan started to caress her, Ventia found herself responding, her hands sliding up his arms, gripping his shoulders, then down his chest. Ventia spread her hands out wide, feeling strong muscles bunched under her touch and felt a thrill of excitement as Ivan pulled her hair back play biting at her neck.
“That’s not fair,” she whined almost, her voice breathy. “You know my neck is my favorite spot, you shouldn’t tease me.” Ventia gripped his shirt then let her hands drift from underneath it, feeling his skin and rubbing her hands all over him. Ivan felt so good and what he was doing to Ventia only felt that much better. She trembled in his arms, feeling soft and desperate for Ivan to continue.
“You stop? And I’ll kill you myself.” Ventia half joked, wrapping her legs around his waist once Ivan picked her up and finally touching his hair. Ventia curled her fingers in the silky curly strands and giggled at Ivan’s tongue ravishing her body. She pulled on his hair until Ivan’s lips were pressed once more against Ventia’s own and Ventia moaned into the kiss, biting his lower lip and tasting him. He tasted of whiskey and pure Ivan, deadly irresistible to Ventia.
She pulled back, her hands caressing his face lightly and felt her heart slamming against her chest. “Stay with me?” Ventia whispered, rubbing her nose against his and kissing him softly.
“The bedroom, we should go to the bedroom Ivan.” Ventia said next, curling herself around him tighter, her lips now planting kisses against the side of his jaw.
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Post by Decoii on Apr 19, 2021 16:02:51 GMT -5
Ivan wasn't sure how much time passed before they slowed down. Before he stopped going at her with a desperation that he wasn't even aware had grown over those fifteen years of not seeing her. She was much better than his memories remembered her to be. Softer, her moans and screams far better, she was the definition of an elixir. Something so godly and life altering to Ivan that he didn't even know where he began and she stopped.
Even then, as they slowed down, Ivan wasn't done with her. The new pace felt raw to him, exposing, and somewhere throughout the night Ivan swore that he repeatedly whispered that he loved her. Across her stomach, between her thighs, against her lips, and her jaws.
Everything felt like a daze to him, a dream come true even.
He remembered making her breakfast, letting her eat the food so he could in turn move himself lower against her body and eat her. He remembered the alcohol, whiskey, that held a strong buzz in his mind as he told her random stories of the time he was away from her. When he broke his leg to avoid having to do something, or when he tried to kill himself out of pure curiosity. Every once in a while, they would stop talking to look at each other. His eyes shifting black and hers silver and he couldn't stop himself from reaching towards her each and every time.
Ventia had dozed off and he found himself in his boxers in the kitchen. He sipped the whiskey still, as if it was water, as he looked around slightly clueless. They needed food and not just a bowl of cereal and fruits that he had cooked up for her.
Signing, he grabbed her phone from the pocket of her discarded jeans, clicking the internet icon in an attempt to look for any place that delivered or even the closest food joint to them. She had pack mates, shouldn't he just be able to call one of them up and make them bring him food. Ivan really didn't know why that would even be an issue. "I could really use a burger," He rationalized out loud to himself.
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Post by Ventia on Apr 19, 2021 17:24:17 GMT -5
Ventia awoke slowly, stretching her arms out in search of the man who had given her a night she wouldn’t forget. The bed was warm and empty but Ventia didn’t jump up in fear of Ivan being gone, remembering everything he had said and done during the last few hours. She smiled to herself, hearing his loving words, and heard his voice coming from downstairs. She must have noticed him leaving the bed and awoke a few minutes later.
Ventia sat up, totally nude, and stared at the mess they had made. Just a few things that had been bumped into a few times. Ventia moved to the edge of the bed, feeling sore in places that she hadn’t for years. She bit her lip and stood, staring at herself in the mirror. Ventia could see little bruises here and there, and traced them with her fingers. She loved the sight of it, feeling full and loved and very satisfied.
Ventia put on Ivan’s shirt because she wanted to smell more like him and then a new pair of underwear because she couldn’t find the ones she wore last night. Walking barefoot and downstairs, Ventia saw him standing in the kitchen, his back muscles tight with scratch marks all over it. Her marks. Ventia smiled at the sight and made her way towards him, hugging him from behind, kissing his back and one particular red scratch.
“Hungry for food finally?” Ventia kissed another spot on his back, her fingers curling around him, caressing his stomach and chest and just pushing him back into her body. She already missed him, feeling drunk and needy despite being fully satisfied as well. It was just how things were when it came to Ivan. Nothing was enough, Ventia always ended up wanting more.
She felt slightly bad that she wasn’t stocked up with food, having not gone shopping in a bit. But when it was only her, Ventia didn’t have the time for such mundane tasks. Matter of fact, Ventia probably wasn’t eating right, sometimes she was lucky if she ate just once in a day. Not that it bothered her that much but it did bother Ventia if Ivan was hungry.
“The town isn’t too far away or we can order and just collect it from the Outsiders checkpoint.” Ventia frowned for a second, wondering how Ivan had gotten so deep in the Pack without anyone alerting her. But then she smiled, it was Ivan, the man had been sneaking in for years. Ventia rubbed her face against his back, sighing as she felt his warm skin and her scent on him.
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Post by Decoii on Apr 20, 2021 14:15:29 GMT -5
Ivan's actions seemed out of place, even to him. A deep need to escape the situation was starting to present itself inside of him and as he looked down at the phone, he found himself frowning. He no longer wanted to fight the urge to settle down. An urge that had only started when he met Ventia and had been so dead set on destroying. It was an urge that he fought even after he had children. In his mind back then, home wasn't the half million dollar condo he had, it was a humble home, inside of pack territory, where his mate and children lived.
Even now, he realized he never stayed so long. His grip on the phone tightening as he came to the realization that he didn't want to leave. Even if he wasn't really a shifter anymore, pack territory still felt dirty to him somehow, he realized. But there was nothing out there that seemed appealing to him- except for his lost children of course. Ivan sighed, a headache growing now from the lack of fluids and he wondered if he could find another bottle to drink from or if he should stick to water for the mean time.
He was given a second chance at coming back, he wasn't going to waste that. He already had money, a reputation that could easily be brought back from the dead, and a good amount of power. If he tried becoming stronger with the demons he couldn't guarantee the freedom he had now. Also, the mere thought of having to memorize more demonology was enough to make him want to gag.
Regardless of his growing uncertainty, Ivan just wanted to stay here, with Ventia. He was worried that she would figure out that something wasn't all there with him, but he knew with time, and after finding the girls, he'd be able to be happy to stay. Of course, it would come with a couple of arguments on where they wanted to live, simply because Ivan's hatred for pack land was deeply rooted in his core.
He had been so deep in his thoughts that he hadn't realized when Ventia came down. But when she did, he turned to kiss her happily and laughed at her words, his previous dreads already forgotten. "If you're suggesting you're up for a walk then I clearly haven't done my job yet." He muttered with a grin, turning around so he could pull her on his lap. "No, I think I have a better idea." He kissed up her arms and across her face quickly, nipping and licking as he went before placing her down on the couch.
Moving to the fridge, he was happy to find some cold water and served them both a big glass, bringing hers over while drinking his rapidly. Once she started drinking, Ivan looked at her phone while searching for his pants. "What's the name of your current potrolly?" He asked, mocking the fact that there was probably a few people out there walking around in an attempt to keep the pack safe of outsiders.
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Post by Ventia on Apr 20, 2021 23:20:42 GMT -5
((Shortyyy I know 😭))
A thrill went through her as Ivan kissed her and Ventia felt like a love-struck puppy as she wrapped herself up in his arms. Laughing softly along with his chuckles. “I think a few more days of that and I might be on bed rest.” She teased, though remembered a time where she had stayed in his bed for weeks. Ventia smiled at the thought, not minding to do just that once everything was settled.
Ventia almost pouted when he put her down and then could have kicked herself. She was acting like a child, she realized, and didn’t know whether to be happy about it or angry. Ventia sighed, pressing her face into the cushion and watching Ivan with her eyes. She grunted at the water, took it, and shook her head at his words.
It wasn’t like Ventia hadn’t called people sending them on errands but it had always been for Pack business not personal. She didn’t know how they’d react to being called and being ordered to get some burgers. It was such a amusing thought that Ventia was in.
“Rio, she’s a good girl so be nice.”
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Post by Decoii on Apr 21, 2021 2:21:19 GMT -5
((Bro I really struggle making longer posts for Ivan because he's so on the punch and very impulsive so even when he has a thought i feel like it's out of character and it kills me. I literally try because I don't want it to seem like I'm not interested in this but I've never written long posts for ivan.))
"Rio, huh?" Ivan chuckled, finding his wallet and pulling out a credit card. He snapped a picture of the front and the back of it and attached it to a text message under the contact name 'Rio' on Ventia's phone. "What do you want for food?" He asked, already typing his order. He wasn't planning on being mean, just to the point, so the text message started with a simple 'go get me...' and a long list of items.
He made note of groceries, fruits, meats, vegetable, juices and even milk for some cereal because Ventia's milk expired today. With a frown he specified the exact brand that he wanted these things in and even the ripeness of the vegetables and fruits. He figured that the girl would need some guidance if she couldn't even protect the packs borders from being crossed.
Then, Ivan typed up what Ventia wanted and what he wanted to eat. Getting two burgers, sodas, fries, and all the condiments in between. He made sure to make a note about extra napkins before pressing sent to an overly long message. Then, for Ventia's sake, he sent a second text that simply read 'k, thanks.' before dropping the phone down and moving back to his mate.
Ivan sat on the couch and petted his lap, giving her a wink before grinning. "I could really use a distraction while we wait..."
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Post by Ventia on Apr 21, 2021 3:56:39 GMT -5
((It’s okieeee!! Sometimes we got short ones, sometimes long! Honestly he’s so charming and hot that either or is still great!!))
Still with her head against the cushions and her eyes on her mate, Ventia waited for him to finish. She wasn’t that hungry but knew Ivan wouldn’t budge on her not eating. No, Ivan would keep her well fed and well satisfied in bed if he had anything to say about it. He’d also want to lock her up in a room or something but that’s where Ventia called it quits.
“A sub sounds good.” Ventia mumbled into the cushions, raising her eyebrows in innocence when he gave her a look before smiling. Of course he didn’t see that but probably would know by the sparkle in her eyes that Ventia was quite enjoying the show.
Ivan took a while with the message which in Ivan’s case, was saying something. She wondered what he was writing and felt a little bad for Rio, but all in all? Ventia wasnt too worried. She was a damn Beta, if she decided to ask one of her own to go on a shopping run for her, she should be able to. After all, Ventia really hadn’t had the time to do it herself and it was about time the Pack helped her out a bit. Give and take and all that jazz.
“What did you write? A essay?” Ventia asked curiously as he finally moved to the couch with her. When Ivan patted his lap, still only wearing his boxers, Ventia didn’t need to be asked twice and climb over him, settling down with her legs on either side of him and her fingers going to his hair. Ventia took her time enjoying the feel of his silky strands before bringing her hands down, against his neck and towards his shoulders. Ventia slowly began to massage him, wiggling a little against his lap and smiling with her eyes.
“A distraction?” Ventia cooed, feeling him responding to her little wiggles. “You did do all the work last night.” She lifted his shirt up, exposing her nude front and pressed forward, wanting to feel his skin on hers. Ventia kissed the curve of his neck, letting her tongue taste him, feeling a urge to bite him. Mark him. Claim him. Make him hers. Make it so that Ventia woke up to this every day. Her teeth sharpened and playfully Ventia nipped at where she wanted to mark him before lapping it up with her tongue as if she was drinking his blood.
Ventia stretched on him, one of her hands making its way back to his curly depths and tugging on his hair back, exposing more of his neck. Ventia caressed that delicate neck with her free hand, meeting his eyes before kissing his chin. Then following the curve of his jaw before finally taking his lips. Ventia nipped at his bottom lip, her teeth back to normal for the moment, her whole body warm and soft against his. Ventia kissed Ivan urgently as if any second he would be taken away from her, digging her nails into his arm and in his hair, all while rubbing with a persistent rhythm against his lap.
She pulled away, seeing Ivan’s lips red, and the sight excited Ventia. She kissed him again before rubbing his lips with her thumb, cupping his cheek and just staring at him for a minute. Taking in his devilishly good looks and startling bright eyes. He had found his way home-to her. She would have cried again but didn’t want her tears to spoil the mood.
“Any specific requests for me?” Ventia asked hotly, knowing one she really wanted to do at that moment.
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Post by Decoii on Apr 21, 2021 21:33:49 GMT -5
((It's gunna be shorter, I'm sorry. Not like the first one.))
"It was more like a novel." Ivan said with a smirk, relaxing and allowing her to work her magic.
He could already feel himself become stiff as she moved and kissed and bit at him and when she pulled away, he simply stared at her seriously, eyes swirling between blue and black.
"Answer me this," He said, pausing to sit up a bit, "Do you trust me. Like, trust me to stay and bring the kids back safe... Do you trust me?"
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Post by Ventia on Apr 23, 2021 23:30:13 GMT -5
"A novel? Really Ivan." Ventia chuckled, shaking her head at her mate's silliness. Yet it still manage to make warmth zip down her body and into her toes, leaving Ventia shivering with adoration.
She sat back on her haunches, pressing down firmly on him despite seeing the seriousness come back alive in his face. It had always been there, since the moment she had mention the kids, just pulled back a bit as they got a bit of lust and need out of their system. Now? With Ivan's emotions so high that his eyes wouldn't focus on one color alone, Ventia could see the burning need and determination.
"Ivan." Ventia breathed in their scents, her hands coming to rest against his chest. "If I had died that night and our roles were reversed, you would have already found her." Ventia felt the constant sting of tears but fought against because crying did nothing but make her more weak.
"Do I trust you?" Ventia's voice broke, feeling her fingers pressing hard against his chest and nodded. She trusted him always and even though they thought she hadn't known about Elena and Ivan meeting in the middle of the night so long ago-Ventia did know. Always too late to do anything about it but she would smell their lingering scents afterwards and would smile. Both for having such a sneaky daughter and because Ivan still cared enough to come by. She trusted him to keep her safe and one day fate had other plans. It wasn't his fault. It wasn't Elena's fault. Her daughter just wanted her father. It wasn't even Ventia's fault no matter how much the woman blamed herself.
"Of course I do." She bit her lip, feeling tears falling down her cheeks. "I just wish..." Ventia brought her eyes, soft silver, to his pulsing blue and black. "I just wish that night never happened. But I can't change the past. I couldn't find her. I failed her. Who knows what kind of life she's had because of my failure? I keep thinking of the worst and honestly until you knocked on my door, I thought I'd never see her again. But Ivan, you're here. I don't know what it is when I see you, and it's only with you, that I feel like you can do anything."
"You're my last hope Ivan. If you can't do it, then no one can. So fuck yeah I do, you silly wonderful man." Ventia bent forward and hugged him. Squeezing Ivan towards her and thanking him silently for coming back, a feat that should have been impossible. It only made sense that more impossible things could be done, like finding their girls.
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