Hitch-hiking /Dragon...Smut/

[Aurora Vallant]

Tiger Tiger
New nightclub catering to over 25's only. Has a large dance floor area and a quiet seating area around the corner. It's some what exclusive to get into and is known for the best DJ's in town.




Rory had gotten sick of her apartment again and just had to get out and go some where. Although her loft was spacious enough but every now and then she had to get outside, more specifically – she had to get into a club and do usual club things. Drinking, Dancing and conversing... Conversing being high on the list there. When she had made up her mind that she had to vacate her apartment she'd gotten dressed in pretty much break neck speed, she never really had to try and find clothes that looked good on her as she pretty much grabbed what she liked and tended to wear dresses when she went out to clubs. Very little effort in making sure they went with anything else.

She threw on a dress that was practically an overly long white cotton shirt with a belt around her waist, long enough in length to cover her self up and look decent but short enough that most people it would look ridiculous. Luckily Rory had the legs for it. Under that she had black stockings on, that if she moved to fast a flash of the top of the stockings would be visible to any one paying attention. Her shoes where ridiculously high, and they still did little to help her terrible shortness, they did however make her legs look damned good.

As she walked down the street browsing to see which club she was going to go for tonight she came across on with a ridiculously long line in front of it. Those where always fun. They had interesting people who where usually loose with the cash and didn't mind dropping a few drinks in her direction if she flirted a little. It meant she didn't have to spend her own money and she got some entertainment out of it. She dropped herself into a side street to turn herself invisible before skipping back up to the door, waiting for a suitable person to be about to walk in that she could hitch-hike a ride in past. True she could just phase through the wall.. but that wasn't nearly as fun and she wasn't a huge fan of that anyway when it came to clubs. This was was far better.

She jumped into the queue behind one guy, he was a big guy, and not bad too look at in the slightest. He also had an air of power around him, as such people kept a good distance from him to give him a sense of personal space. Perfect. He even had an air of danger around him which was always enough to gain the tiny scuro's attention. She tried her hardest not to touch his skin when she slipped into the line behind that man, he was huge up close.. she was 5”7... OK... that was due to the heals. She was a tiny 5”2.. this guy however was freaking massive. He was also very warm... warmer than any human could be. She could feel in emanating from the open shirt he was wearing and she was stood behind him. There was pretty much only one answer for that. He was Fucocian.

A playful smirk flitted across her face and her close the distance between them, pressing her self up against him. She slipped one of her hands underneath the open loose shirt, finding a vest of some kind underneath. He hand slipped under that without any effort, her hand skimmed across across his back and she leaned forward and whispered into his back, knowing he would be listening for something if he had worked out that there was an invisible person lurking around her some where. She giggled lightly into his back as she whispered.

“Shhh”

As they made it through the door without incident from the bouncers or any of the man's entourage. She grinned again and slipped her hand out from his top and skipped forward a few steps into the club, before making herself visible again. In the dark atmosphere of the club no one would really notice such a move, and even if they did they would simply assume that they would of seen wrong – or that it was a trick of the lightly. Except for someone looking for it and knowing what to look for of course. Invisibility wasn't a wildly found Scuro ability, it was pretty upper level when it came down to it but it was an ability pretty much focused within the Scuro tribes. It would generally be a given that the guy he had hitch-hiked her way in with would be looking for the hand that a few seconds ago and been tracings its way across his back.

When she was visible again she turned and gave him a quick smile before doing practically a full turn, intending of giving him a good look before skipping of the the bar. Well she had just used him to get into the club, it was only polite to at least give something back. She hopped up onto one of the very tall barstools, her feet practically miles away from the blood blood and crossed her legs. Drawing several glancing in the process as she knew the she had nice legs and was not afraid to make that point well known to the world. He leaned on the bar and waited for the tender to notice her so she could get some alcohol in her. She was missing the feeling already as it had been a few hours since she had had a drink or some narcotic of any kind and she was a little ansty.

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[Aiden "The Dragon" Catesby]

Aiden was having a well deserved night off. Okay, so it wasn’t really a night off, there was no such thing for him, but it was a night where he didn’t actively plan on killing any one. For him, that constituted a night off.

He readily admitted that his job could get gruesome some times, and he realised that most people would hate doing it. But he loved it. There was something exciting about hearing people scream out in pain as he dealt out the justice they deserved. The smell of burning flesh was something that couldn’t be replicated by anything, it was totally unique and he loved it.

He knew that if he were to somehow meet himself that he’s have no choice but to kill himself for his crimes and his total lack of regret, but as that was unlikely he wasn’t too worried about the consequences of his actions. It was his job. Someone had to do it, everyone needed keeping in line, and who better to do it than someone who actually enjoyed it?

Most people would call him mentally unhinged and he had a feeling that they were right. He’d never gotten over the death of his fiancée, but he didn’t really think that was what had caused him to be like this; it was just the trigger. To be honest though, he didn’t particularly care. If he wanted to know why he was like this, he’d see a bloody quack. As it was, he didn’t give a flying fuck.

He turned around a corner, walking in no direction in particular whilst looking for some form of entertainment. Sometimes he hated this city. Not for any reason in particular, just because he felt he should. At the moment, however, he loved it. Everywhere he looked there were people committing petty crimes. Not the kind of crimes that he ever got involved in, but crimes all the same. It made me smile to think that, sooner or later, he’d be seeing these people for a more serious crime. It made him smile to know that he’d be the last thing these people saw.

He turned yet another corner and walked straight into a queue.

Normally, he wouldn’t be one to stand in queues. He didn’t really need to; he was scarier than all the doormen in London put together. Plus, queues generally meant that there would be lots of people inside. He didn’t mind lots of people, they just bugged him sometimes. But tonight he felt like doing something different.

He stood in the queue for a full five minutes. Every so often, someone would look behind them, see him, and two minutes later make some excuse not to go to that club. After a while, it was practically just him and a few hard nuts in the line.

By this point he was getting bored. He really just wanted to get inside, get hammered and get laid, as was tradition on his nights off. Thankfully, there was only a couple left to go inside, then he would be head of the queue. He’d noticed the worried looks the bouncers were giving him, as if they were worried what he’d do one he was in the club and whether they’d actually be able to do anything about it if he kicked off. He gave them a sharkish grin and laughed as they practically pissed themselves.

As the last couple in front of him went in, he felt something at his back. Nothing huge, but a presence. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed it, but he’d spent years finely tuning all his senses; it was a must in his line of work. In his peripheral vision, he saw his reflection in a car window. Nothing behind him. He growled low under his breath as a hand slipped up the back of his shirt. How dare a Scuro think to play tricks on him? One would have thought that, by now, elementals would know not to get too close to him lest they want a serious scolding. And he didn’t mean that in the metaphorical sense either.

“Shhh”

He looked back to the bouncers, both of whom seemed to have picked up on his mood for neither was looking at him. They indicated that he could go in, obviously not wanting to be who he’d take his sudden foul mood out on.

He made his way into the club, not really in the mood for dancing any more. He stood just in the doorway, waiting for the Scuro to make himself visible. When they did, he was shocked. He was a she, first off, which just went to show that not every trouble maker was male. To be honest, that shouldn’t have shocked him; he’d killed his fair share of female criminals before, of all shapes and sizes. Why he should be so shocked about the woman in front of her, he had no idea, but he was.

She was tiny. And not only in comparison to him. He knew that if she took her heels off, she’d barely reach his waist. Interesting thought …

He mentally shook himself. Now was not the time for such thoughts. This Scuro had done wrong. Admittedly, nothing concrete, but he could easily fabricate evidence. So what if the only actual thing she’d done was to annoy him? That was enough in his opinion, and that was all that really mattered.

As she grinned at him and spun away, he grabbed hold of her wrist. Oh, no you don’t. You’re not getting away that easy, missy. He spun her round to face him, lifting her slightly off her feet. He kept her a good distance away from him, not wanting to give her the opportunity to kick out at him, those heels could be deadly in the wrong hands. He’d know, he’d had to use a few in his time.

He leant down to her level, his anger obvious on his face. He breathed out, the air warmer than was natural, even for a Fuoco due to his power escaping slightly into his ability. When he spoke, it was almost a whisper. He’d leant that that was a lot more menacing than shouting at someone and it meant that they’d damn well listen too. “Do you fancy a drink?”

What the - ?! Where the hell had that come from?!

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[Aurora Vallant]

Rory's spin was stopped mid way as something locked around her wrist, she tilted her head to one side as she was pulled back around to face the source of her halted movement. Usually she would just phase and slip out of his grasp, wasn't exactly difficult. It was a trick that she had all but perfected when she had been living at home. Rory could phase out of any ones grasp with a lot more skill that she could phase through walls or objects, she practically did it on instinct when some one lunged for her or tried to hold her in place. The heat stilled her movement and her powers however.

She loved the heat. Shadows where generally cold, the very point of them was that they blocked out light and usually where there is light there is heat, where there isn't light, there is cold. Rory having spent most of her life ditching through the shadows she spent a lot of it cold. Most people generally thought she had god-awful circulation when they touched her hands as she was nearly always cold. Her apartment had like 4 times to normal amount of radiators and huge fires, heavy black curtains to block out the windows to keep the warmth it. She craved it as much as she craved alcohol or drugs. Addiction was something Rory didn't just think about it was pretty much everything in her life. As such when she came across one of said addictions rational thought seemed to leave the building.

Which was pretty much the only reason why she allowed the huge man to spin her around to face him, lifting her from the floor with little effort. But then she barely weighed anything soaking wet and he pretty much had more muscles than she had body mass. Everything should be telling her, tiny little female, to flee from the overly huge male man handling her in the middle of the club looking as if he was very... very angry. She however didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the heat of his hands on her skin. She crossed her legs lightly at her ankles, looking surprisingly relaxed for a person effectively hovering off the ground.

When he leaned down to her level, the rage in his features didn't even registered as he was radiating heat pretty much all around her and she could practically feel her skin warming slightly. The only thing irking her right now was the fact she couldn't slide back up to him. Her eyes fluttered for a second as she enjoyed the feeling. She rarely got the chance to socialise with other elementals due to her birth. The Scuros didn't like her because she was too much like the other tribes, the Terra hated her for driving her parents mad as it was obviously her fault. Everything was really. As such few of them would suffer her company, most avoiding her purely because she was scuro and the others avoiding her for being not scuro enough.

“Do you fancy a drink?”

Her eyes snapped open as he all but whispered to her, his breath even warmer than the rest of him, she had to concentrate not the shut her eyes again and enjoy the feeling. She made a mental note to spend some more time around Fucoco's in the future. Well the ones that would have her anyhow. The few elementals that she associated with even for a few days at a time where similar to her. Miss fits and outcasts. But even half of them avoided her after a while, she was bad news and things went wrong around her. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind and opened her eyes fully, her black eyes locking with his. Knowing he wouldn't be freaked out by humans would do by her eyes, the black of her eyes was larger than the colour in any one else's and the pupils where utterly indiscernible.

A smile flash across her face and she glancing at his arms slightly in questions. And pointing out that he was man handling her in order to ask her for a drink. It wasn't exactly normal but she really wasn't complaining thanks to the contact. It wasn't however very comfortable.

She flicked her tongue across the inside of her mouth, her piercing flicking out and skimming the path of her bottom lip. A habit she had picked up since she had got the piercing. Although she couldn't even tell you when she had gotten said piercing, she had been too out of it to even remember getting the thing done. Not that she minded, she'd grown quite attacked to the little bit of metal. Rory phased her self so she would fall from his grasp, grinning up at him now she was back on the floor. She landed with ease as if she hadn't just been dropped and ducked out of his arms. However instead of bolting she moved too his side. Snaking her hand around one of his huge muscles arms.

Her cold white hands a pretty stark contrast to his warm tanned skin. He could be good for more than a drink or two now come to think of it. He could be a lot more entertaining.

“Martini, Dirty. And make sure they actually use three olives and that they don't try and fob you off with one sweety.”

She grinned before moving them towards the bar, a bit amusing really considering she was so tiny and was actually leading him but there was very few things in the world that Rory actually had fear off and very few things she would not do if it was seen as odd. She did what she wanted and she got what she wanted too.

[Aiden "The Dragon" Catesby]

As Aiden lifted her up off the ground, he realised a potential problem. As a Scuro, it was highly likely that she had the ability to phase, meaning that she would be able to get out of his grip easily. He tightened his grip on her wrist automatically, knowing it would do nothing at all if she did have this ability. But, judging from the fact she didn’t immediately drop to the floor, she didn’t hold this power. He had to admit, he was fairly disappointed; phasing had its benefits.

Aiden watched as her eyes fluttered close in reaction to his tightening grip and him moving closer to her. That was new. No one had ever reacted to him in that way before. Okay, people had reacted to him in that way, but not when he was being scary. Most of the time when he held someone like this they were wetting themselves in fear. Okay, not most of the time. All the time. But if this Scuro was wet, it was in a totally different way.

He cocked his head in slight confusion, his threat stuck in his throat. Seeing her react in this way had completely thrown him off course and he now couldn’t bring himself to threaten her. So instead, he asked her for a drink.

Her eyes snapped open as his breath blew across her face and he smiled internally as he saw her struggle not to close them again. If she reacted in such an obviously blissful way to such a small thing, he couldn’t help but wonder how she’d react to … bigger things.

She phased out of his grip and he mentally shook himself again, trying to gain some self-restraint. He really didn’t want to be losing his head somewhere where there was bound to be criminals around. Yes, it was his night off, but he could never let his guard down on such matters. If there was a crime committed whilst he was in the vicinity, he was duty bound to do something about it and in this frame of mind he wouldn’t be able to. Hell, he wouldn’t want to.

He looked down at her, trying to see her for the annoying Scuro that she was, but instead only managed to see down her shirt. Dammit!

[/color] He looked up and away from her, trying to purge his mind of the images that were bombarding his mind’s eye. After a few seconds, he gave up and turned back to her.

His eyes travelled over her, taking in the fact she was wearing nothing more than a shirt and tights. No, stockings … He tilted his head, taking in the suspenders that just peeked out from under the hem. He didn’t even bother to hide the fact he was checking her out, there was little point in doing so. If she hadn’t wanted this type of attention, she wouldn’t have worn so little.

He looked up at her in time to see grin and look at his arms. He just stopped himself from flexing his muscles and showing them off to their best advantage. What on earth was going on with him at the moment? He was never like this. Ever. Okay, he had been once, but that was way in the past and he would never ever be like that again. He wouldn’t let himself.

He was about to turn and walk away when he saw a flash of silver skim across her lower lip. Piercing. Interesting, very … interesting.

His mind was a total blank, unable to think of anything except the images conjured up by this bit of metal. He felt her snake her arm around his arm and was shocked at how cold it was. It was so much like ice he was surprised she didn’t melt being so close to him. Though, if she did, he wouldn’t really complain.

“Martini, Dirty. And make sure they actually use three olives and that they don't try and fob you off with one sweety.”

Wait … What?[/color] As she turned to lead him towards the bar, he mentally stumbled in confusion. Sweety?![/color] Had she just called him sweety? Him? The Dragon? He was the stuff of nightmares! She should fear him, and she was calling him sweety?! And leading him to the bar like he was some cuddly teddy bear come to life! He was a bear alright, but he was the grizzly type. And yet he was letting her lead him …

He stopped abruptly and pulled his arm free of her hand. Marching over to the bar, he didn’t look back to see whether or not she was following, not really caring either way. Or so he told himself. He dropped himself onto a bar stool and glowered at the person next to him, causing them to vacate their seat quickly, giving the Scuro somewhere to sit. He called over to the barmaid who seemed to be finding something to do now he’d turned up. “Pint of larger and a dirty martini”[/color][/blockquote][/size]

[Aurora Vallant]

Rory pouted as he pulled out of her grasp, she was not used to men resisting her. She was sure the tongue ring had at least wiped his thoughts for a few seconds. The not so subtle checking her out as well had obviously had blanked his mind as well. It had worked for a good few steps but apparently this guy actually had the capacity to think with more than just lower brain. It was weird, men where usually so simple. This was getting more and more interesting every second. As much as she liked men that buckled after the first two seconds this was turning out to be far more fun. Her pout turned into a smile as he followed him as he glared at the poor guy sat at the bar.

The guy scarpered after barely a few seconds of his glare and Rory took his seat without much of a second glance at him. She jumped up on to the ridiculously high seat, cursing her shortness not for the first time in her nineteen years of life. She noted how although he stormed of he still went to the trouble of pretrifying the hell out of some poor sod in order for her to get a chair.

“Pint of larger and a dirty martini”

Rory lent casually on the bar, taking her own sweet time in checking him out. His muscles taught as he was obviously a little tense as he leaned on the bar and glared at the bar maid grabbing the drinks. She noticed the Tattoo that seemed to disappear under his shirt and she wondered far up it went and was there any others hiding about his person. There was something about him that rang of familiarity. Rory could not put her finger on it however so she just pushed it to the back of her mind as the bar paid put his pint in front of him before turning to take her drink.

She caught her eyes and she momentarily froze like a deer caught in headlights, obviously stunned by the look Rory was giving her and her eyes. Humans... weres... even vamps and odd other elemental tended to stop short with her eyes. Even if it was for a second it was usually enough for her to garner their full attention which Rory was good at utilising to the best of her abilities. Albeit she usually avoided other Elemental's and the Free court and they just tended to avoid her right back, she ignored most of her instincts barring the one that generally told her to sleep with anyone she fancied.

“Three olives hunny.”

She glanced away from the woman in a dismissive gesture, giving her a chance to shake her head and make the drink. Whilst showing to the huge hulking man to her side that you didn't need to be huge and muscular to scare the daylights out of someone. When she returned with her drink Rory didn't even glance it her direction but took the drink out of the bar maids hand without even looking at her, bringing the glass to her lips for a quick sip to make sure the bar maid at least had some confidence. Luckily she did Rory too a deeper drink before returning her attention to her new friend. Whilst making a particular point or licking the excess drink of her lips whilst making the act look entirely innocent.

“So do I get to have your name or must I continue to refer to you by non-committal platitudes?”

'Or great huge muscle bound hot guy in my head....'