Artistic intuition [cw]

She was an enchantress, a being so magical that had him spellbound. Her kisses moved down, and his muscles tensed slightly, feeling his core burning slightly. Following her, he looked at her as she sat there on the floor just for him. Her hand kept jerking him, but then her lips touched the tip of his member and he felt like flailing his arms around in pure joy, however he sat still. Eyes plastered on her, adoring every small movement she made as he moaned softly for her. As she leaned forward, taking his member between her silky lips an almost animalistic sound sprung from his lips, placing a hand against her cheek, but not to stop her.
Everything about her was pushing the right buttons in him, and he tried to contain his want to push in to her mouth to feel more of her warmth and saliva. "I won't last long when you're doing that," he whispered, clearly having a hard time getting air in to his lungs, as his voice sounded strained. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, the way her head bopped so slowly and yet it felt like it was going so fast. Groaning softly, his hand grasped slightly at the bedsheet, the one on her face twitching slightly. Was he being selfish for wanting to last longer? Her mouth was so wet and inviting for him, and he could feel his body shaking a little as he was fighting back the urge to just give in. "I'm close," he pleaded in a strained tone. He didn't know what she wanted or where she wanted him to cum, but it was clear that he was too close to think straight. "Theresa," he pleaded softly, his facial expression pained as he finally gave in. His eyes got a slight crazed look fixating on her as he felt his member throb and lodge his seed wherever she had wanted it.

Oh she was mean yet so sweet, how she sped up made it harder for him to even think about anything but how her mouth was feeling. Unloading he felt his eyes haze, the world blurry as he felt dizzy from the high, swallowing as he watched her in disbelief as she swallowed his seed. He wanted to say something, do something that would make her know how much this had meant for him, but all he could manage was soft groans as she cleaned him off.
Her question came when he had had a bit of time to process what had just happened, leaning down as he placed a finger under her chin. "I think I just fell in love with you," he whispered, kissing her lips, not caring what she had just been doing. He just wanted to show how happy he was. "But a man like me shouldn't be spoiled like this," he whispered against her lips, licking her lower lip and removing some saliva. "But it would be a lie to say I wouldn't want it again." He pulled her up on his lap, kissing her across her collar bone, his hands squeezing her skin as if he was making sure she was real.

There was a hard knock on the door, making him sigh as he leaned down to kiss the upper part of her chest, showering her with love and affection for what she had just done. The door was knocked again and it sounded almost like the walls would come crashing down around them. Gritting his teeth he knew he had to go check before the person outside tore this place apart. "It's probably just my neighbor from upstairs, not really there-there," he said, gesturing to his head. He placed her on the bed once more, giving her one more kiss before needing to remove himself from her. The knock came once more. "Oui, oui - Coming," he yelled as he slipped in to his pants, neglecting to put on his underwear.
Opening the door he wasn't faced with his neighbor, rather it was an angry female vampyre reaching out and grabbing him by the neck, forcing him back in to the apartment. "Where is she?" Maddie hissed angrily, showing her fangs as she wasn't fooling around. Tessa always replied to her texts within the hour, it was how they kept each other safe when they were out like this. "I swear to every god and goddess that if you have hurt her I will rip your throat out," she hissed angrily, but the nephilim clearly couldn't reply, gasping for air as the vampyre was practically strangling him. "Tessa!? Tessa are you here!?"

Gerard was mildly put extremely surprised, looking at the vampyre with confusion and tried coughing out some words about what she meant. However luckily Theresa came to his rescue, and he placed his hand on his neck as he coughed, leaning a bit forward as he hadn't exactly prepared himself to be manhandled like that. It seemed like the seraph knew the vampyre, and he took some time to gather his breath while the two spoke.
Maddie let go of the stranger as soon as Tessa asked her to, looking at her friend with a worried frown, reaching over to place a hand on her cheek. Then she felt how the blood was rushing through the two seraphim bodies, and she raised an eyebrow at her friend, pulling her aside. "You better have some good explanation," Maddie said, though she had a feeling like she already knew what had happened. On one hand she was a bit shocked that Tessa had even dared going this far with someone Maddie had never heard off or seen before, but the fact that the seraph seemed so happy was making her nerves calm down fast. Maddie eyed the nephilim, looking him up and down as if to inspect him, frowning as she could smell the pheromones now. "Girl ... Did you two?" she asked, her mouth opening in surprise, but she felt giggly and turned around to look at the stranger. "A bit of a misunderstanding it seems, very sorry, I'm Maddie," she introduced herself before folding her arms in front of her chest. Pouting a bit she felt relieved that Tessa was safe, but now she had worried Tyler for no reason as she had just run ahead.
Once Gerard had gathered himself a bit, he came over to Theresa, helping her adjust her dress slightly before placing a kiss against her cheek. "I'll get dressed," he whispered casually, even though he knew the vampyre could hear him, he didn't seem to mind. He excused himself and left the two girlfriends alone.
"Theresa Elior Morgan ... You little tease," Maddie chuckled, but she wrapped her arms around her friend anyways. "He's old ... Like wayyyyyy old, does he know that you're not his age?" she asked in a hushed whisper.

Maddie giggled as she saw how the nephilim was acting with her best friend. It looked so cute, and she felt excited for her, but she tried keeping it under wraps. The way Tessa shushed at her made her chuckle, but she wouldn't judge. They were above the legal age of consent, and as long as they were safe Maddie couldn't see a problem. Besides, Tessa would soon enough turn eighteen making her a fully fletched adult. "He seems nice, but I think I might've left my handprint against his neck," she said, looking a bit apologetic. It was just how she worked. She was always worried for Tessa, and how many times had Maddie not held her friend as she cried about some guy who couldn't accept her beauty.
The door behind them opened, and the vampyre turned around, still having an arm around her friend, and not intending to let go. The guy who stepped in had a strange scent. He had that alluring mist of a vampyre, but she could hear the blood pumping in his veins.
Gerard joined them, his hair a bit messy after simply having pulled his shirt back over his head, and he looked at Xalvador. "Mon ami, I didn't expect you home this early," he teased the hybrid, looking at Theresa with a warm smile, nodding if she gave a look to ask if it was his roommate and childhood friend. "Is something wrong?" he asked, his cheeks were a little flushed with pink same as Theresa's.

"Hey, at least I wouldn't skin you like your own mother would if she knew you were here," she remarked with a raised eyebrow. In many ways Tessa was lucky that the vampyre would even cover for her.
Gerard simply nodded, following Xalvador out to the kitchen, folding his arms in front of his chest, but not to seem defensive. The question itself made him chuckle, but he was willing to explain, touching his neck as he noticed his friend staring at it. Going on to explain how he had met Theresa at the patron's party and taken her home. Alluding to something happening, but not mentioning anything besides the fact that he found the seraph a beautiful woman. "The vampyre is her friend, she thought I might've hurt her, so she got a little defensive, but it has been cleared up," he explained, knowing that he was ready to jump the vampyre for even threatening him. "But why are you home so early?" he then asked, turning the conversation on to his friend instead.
"Maybe we should see ourselves out? I mean, I didn't like the way that guy was staring at us," Maddie mumbled, standing in the hallway she had a bad feeling about the stranger. Gerard seemed nice enough, but the weird hybrid guy was definitely sketchy.

"And I'm thankful, believe me," Tessa assured her with a soft chuckle. She really did feel blessed to have a friend like Maddie.
Xalvador was definitely most worried that something had happened and that was mostly all he was looking to hear. He looked back towards the other room that the females would be in before he looked back at Gerard. "Doesnt matter," he just dismissed it, looking at Gerard with a worried frown. "She looks very young and her blood smells even younger. Have you asked her... you know?" he asked, keeping his arms crossed as he raised an eyebrow at him.
"Me either, but I dont want to just leave Gerard," she said quietly, grabbing Maddie's hand as she held onto it. She didnt know what the two men were talking about but she had a feeling that it had to do with the amount of staring that the hybrid had been doing a few moments prior.

"You mean asked her age?" Gerard asked, frowning as it hadn't been something he had considered. "Well no, the exhibitions are very clear in their invitations that alcohol is served and that it's an adult event," he said, shaking his head, but he was starting to worry now. What if she was way too young? He felt himself take a step back leaning against the kitchen counter as he felt nauseated by the thought. But she had acted so ... Adult? And she lived on her own, she was her own person and clearly with a growing career. "Sally, you better not be messing with me," he whispered, feeling all color had left his face at this point. Was she young enough to potentially turn him in to the police for having explicit behavior with a minor? He was shaking a little, feeling scared because he was now questioning everything he had done with her. He felt guilty. He had coerced her, hadn't he? He had initiated it and yet he hadn't felt this happy for such a long time.

"I'm sure we can track him down some other time," Maddie mumbled, hearing parts of the conversation from the kitchen and making her frown. It was definitely the best option to leave now. "C'mon, grab your stuff," she encouraged her friend.

Hearing the door open and close made him know that she was gone, and he felt his eyes water as he wrapped his arms back around Xalvador. He knew he should now hate everything they had done, but he was completely lovestruck, and he felt so guilty for even feeling that way.

The next few weeks there were days when he wouldn't even get out of bed, and eating had become only on rare occasions. He was dealing with a broken heart all wrong, but he didn't know how else to cope. He was sitting at his desk, staring blankly into the screen. He had opened an editing program, trying to see if he could do something productive, but in the end he couldn't. At first he had opened a picture of a blonde model and he had felt his heart race, only to be disappointed that it wasn't her. Then the guilt had started spiraling once more, because he felt like the scum of the world. He faintly heard Xalvador enter, hearing the cup being placed on the desk. Looking at it he knew that his friend was trying to help, but how could he help someone as disgusting as he was?
Hung up on that girl? He really hadn't understood it yet, he thought to himself. She wasn't just any girl, she was smart and talented and everything about her had seemed to make his soul burn with desire. Gerard shook his head as he went on to explain how bad it was, mostly because he didn't want to hear it. Every time he crawled in to bed, he felt like he could still feel her naked body press against him. When he closed his eyes all he could see was those shiny cheeks and her smile. "I'm trying to, believe me," he said, getting up from his desk as he walked over to the window, opening it up. It had been years since the nephilim had remotely looked this distressed. Sitting down in the windowsill he placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it, letting the nicotine calm him down.
Briefly he looked down, wondering if he jumped if he would even die. It seemed like an easier solution instead of living in fear. He was a mess and every time the door was knocked on he thought that this was when the police would come in and take him into custody. "I'm really trying ... Don't you think I feel like scum for even still thinking about her? I should be castrated and hung by my heels for my thoughts alone," he sighed. He felt like it didn't matter, because how could he excuse away what had happened? Even if he had thought she was of age, he should've asked her, he should've gotten to know at least a rough age before even going as far as they did.
"I really thought I had found what the poets describe as a kindred spirit ... I thought I finally had someone who knew me before I even spoke," he whispered, scratching his lower lip with his thumb, but it seemed to only remind him of her so he stopped. His eyes were vulnerable, and he felt them water once more. "I don't think I can do this much longer," he whispered.

Gerard knew better than to disclose his deepest thoughts, but he had let it slip and of course Xalvador reacted strongly. He looked at his friend, his eyes hurt as he heard how he was breaking his heart as well. That was the last thing he wanted, looking at him with an apologetic gaze. However as the hybrid suggested a walk he shook his head. Going out in to the world would grant him a chance of seeing her or something that reminded him of her, and it would just end up with him spiraling in guilt. But he had no real choice in this, snuffing out his newly lit cigarette before following his friend as he pulled at him.

Maddie was sitting in the shadow of a tree, looking at Tessa with soft eyes. Being a vampyre made it a bit harder for her to be out in the sun, so even in the shadows she was wearing sunglasses. Of course she had heard the whole ordeal, and frankly she saw it as unfair to the seraph. "You've really fallen for him," she smiled. Maddie was happy, a little worried because of the age difference, but in the end the guy had seemed so genuine and gentle. Of course they had shared bits and pieces of what had happened, and the vampyre knew that he was a proper guy. Just hearing how he had seemingly encouraged Tessa instead of putting her down. Maddie had never had a problem with Tessa's gender, she had always seen her as one of the girls. "You have his name, why don't you just look him up and see if you can find a phone number?" she asked, tilting her head a little to the side as she felt her phone buzz.
She opened the message, giggling a bit to herself as she saw what Tyler had written about him missing her, despite the fact that they saw each other every day because he lived with her at the moment. "As long as he treats you like you deserve to be treated, then I don't see a problem," she shrugged. Maddie had been with more than a few, but she was also very sexually liberated. She believed that it was as important for her as blood was, and luckily it seemed like Tyler didn't complain, even though she wondered if she at times were riding him to the bone.

Gerard followed a bit reluctantly. At least the bags under his eyes weren't as bad because he mostly tried to sleep the day away. And sadly it was like every thing reminded him of that sweet seraph. Every time they passed a blonde he felt his heart race and he felt himself fiddling with his fingers. "We should go home," he mumbled.

Maddie sighed at the words that she spoke. "Well, when you and I started hanging out she said the same thing, remember?" she chuckled, letting the seraph rest her head in her lap. The vampyre moved her fingers over the blonde strands, sighing to herself as she listened to her. Love was for everyone, and it always seemed so complicated. "I could seek him out for you? Arrange some dramatic Romeo and Juliet meeting," she suggested with a light chuckle, but she was serious. To her it didn't matter what parents said, because they didn't follow their own rules anyways. How was one supposed to obey authority when it seemed to have no value to an adult?

Gerard groaned lightly, shaking his head as he kept his gaze down. "So you like to see me suffer," he mumbled. To him there was no-one who could compare. The way she moved would be a dead give away for him, but if he just didn't look at those around them, he wouldn't notice her if he did manage to pass by. However he couldn't deny the rush he felt in his stomach when he thought of bumping in to her. Casually touch her arm, move some of her silver hair behind her ear. He shook his head, thinking about her would do no good. "I feel like I'm going to throw up," he mumbled.

Maddie had heard some vague conversation in the kitchen between the hybrid and nephilim, so she was kinda worried that the only reason as to why the guy hadn't sought her friend out was because the truth had slipped. Nodding as she took mental note of the name, it didn't really matter, except the fact that she could probably look him up now and see what type of guy he was. Most things were on the internet these days. The seraph moved from her lap, and the vampyre frowned at the mumble, shaking her head and taking Tessa's face between her hands. "The way he acted around you when I came ... Girl, I've never seen a man look that way at someone," she confessed, chuckling as she kissed Tessa's forehead lightly before wrapping her arms around her. "Trust me, he has been sleepless about you since we left," she whispered with a smile.

Gerard waved his hand at Xalvador's quick panic, mumbling something about not throwing up because he hadn't eaten. His question made him sigh, scratching his neck as he frowned at how the hybrid was squeezing his arm. In a way, the nephilim felt like he deserved to be punished, and this was his way of doing it. "I just can't see how I'm ever going to just magically get over her ... For crying out loud, I knew her one night and she's been haunting my dreams and nightmares," he whispered, feeling like it was stupid at this point. He wasn't a teenager anymore, he was a fully fletched adult, and he shouldn't even be thinking of a girl being that young. "I want to make amends, apologize for what I did and yet I don't think I would have the strength to look her in the eyes," he said. What if she saw him as a monster? A vile old man who just wanted a taste of the young virgin she was. He shuddered at the thought, shaking his head. "I'm a horrible person," he whispered, rather melancholic.

Maddie chuckled as she slowly moved her head to look out at the park. Her eyes just taking in the scenery as she had her arms wrapped around Tessa, but then she spotted a figure she wouldn't have missed even in the dark. It was that creepy Batman guy. Her eyes moved around until she spotted Gerard walking next to him, narrowing her eyes. He looked sick. "Talk about the sun," she mumbled, lifting Tessa's chin in the direction of the two men.

Maddie sighed at the seraphs remark, shrugging lightly as she wasn't really sure what was going through Tyler's head these days. He seemed worried, mostly because her parents had more or less threatened to take away his mortality. But that was a whole other headache that she didn't even bear thinking of right now. Her and Tyler had decided to live in the moment and not focus on whatever impending doom that could lay in their future.

Gerard sighed, mostly because it felt like whatever Xalvador would say to disprove his claim, he had a retaliation for. Of course the nephilim didn't notice who was staring at them and as he was pulled away he frowned, looking at his friend with confusion as he suggested they should go home. "We just got here, and maybe you're right ... The fresh air does feel good," he mumbled, running a hand through his messy hair. "Is there something wrong?" He asked, looking around to see if there was anything bad going on. However that was when he noticed. She was sitting in the grass, the shade from the trees making her look like she had on the night they met. He felt his heart race, wanting to run to her- or maybe run away, depending on what she had to say. Was she going to yell at him?

Maddie shrugged, getting to her feet. "Wait here, alright, I don't trust that halfbreed," she mumbled. Even though she had no problem dating a human, she still had some things that were hard to ignore from her upbringing. She grabbed her umbrella, unfolding it as she walked over to the two guys. "Good afternoon, gentlemen," she said calmly, rather casual for a fact, but she was not trying to cause a scene. She looked the hybrid up and down before turning her gaze to Gerard. "How have you two been?" She asked, looking at Xalvador as the nephilim seemed to not be able to take his eyes off if the seraph not far off in the distance.

As she came closer, he felt his chest getting torn apart by how hard his heart was pumping and when she finally stood in front of him, he wanted to reach out and touch her. He wanted to pull her close, apologize for hurting her, apologize because he had been such a predator, and just as his lips separated to talk she asked more than enough questions that made his mouth fall shut. He felt his eyes water, mostly because he didn't know what to reply, he didn't know what to believe. She shoved him and all he could do was stand there and take it, because he knew she wouldn't forgive him, and perhaps once when she got older she would understand. He wanted to speak out, but with Xalvador there, he didn't know what road to follow.

Maddie senses that something was up, but she let Tessa have her moment, putting every thing on the table, but she noticed how the hybrid was looking at them. Was he thinking they would trick them? "Let's give them some space," she just said, turning around to stand next to the hybrid, wrapping her arm around his and pulling him with her with little effort. She was strong, way stronger than him at least, even if he proved to fight back, she would simply hold on tight. "She's being genuine ... I won't let you come in the way," she said with a warning tone.

As Xalvador was hauled away he felt like he could breathe, looking at Theresa with the same eyes he had had that night. It was a look of adoration, pure amazement, but he was also sad. "I am many things ... But I am not a liar," he said, his voice weak and it was clear what she had said affected him. Gerard was very in touch with his feelings, and while some men looked down upon it, he knew it could also be his biggest strength. "I tried contracting the patrons that held the party, try to get your information as you left me none, and they said they couldn't pass it on to me because you are considered a minor," he said, frowning as he shook his head. Was it really a good excuse? He should've looked through the whole of Churchill but even then he wasn't sure he would've found her in time. "Everything I said, I meant ... Everything I felt is real, but how do you expect me to process the fact that I assaulted you?" he asked, feeling his hands shake a little, placing them in his pockets to calm down.
"Theresa, I'm 28 - I wouldn't even be considered to pass through a Romeo and Juliet law when there's 11 years between our births," he said. He felt guilty, wasn't it obvious? He was afraid that he had hurt her and that she didn't want to see him again. "I try and tell myself that this feeling will pass, that I'm a disgusting person for what I've done - but I am still guilty, because you do not leave my mind," he said. He still wanted to reach out, but it felt wrong. Like he could comfort himself in her and be the one hurting her at the same time.