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Post by Octavius Thorson on Jul 29, 2012 22:08:46 GMT 1
"Aye, get for me one of your helmets and a towel, I shall collect it when it arrives." that had happened first as a form of amusement, it had been a hot day and Octavius was adorned in just a pair of shorts. Vincent had thought it amusing if he would answer in one of the Iron Man helms and a tower, giving the vision of a giant built Iron Man just out of the shower paying for the food. In truth the jest had earned quite an amusing look of confusion from he who delivered. "Let us eat the food from China, I have grown fond of it. The sweet and sour gravy puts a taste most pleasing upon chicken." Octavius did enjoy chicken.
Watching her get up and move about in her nude form was enough to put the need for affection back into Octavius, his proud manhood standing at attention once more despite her rigorous attempts to see it sated. But Vincent had chosen for herself an Immortal lover and his passions were as exhaustless as he was.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Jul 29, 2012 22:12:47 GMT 1
Vincent sat down on the edge of the bed and dialed. "I'll order for -uh.." She caught sight of his manhood throbbing out of the corner of her eye and turned to face him mouth agape. "I'll just order for us then." She said slowly as the phone rang.
It only took moments to order before she turned on the bed to face Octavius. "Again?" She asked a bit shocked.
SHe had to admit when her husband had finished he'd been ready to roll over and sleep until morning, or eat and then watch TV, but Octavius was ready to go... again.
This would take some getting used to, not that Vincent was complaining.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Jul 29, 2012 22:24:36 GMT 1
"Aye, again. There is time for a tumble before they spirit us our meal." he replied, pulling her towards him and looking deep into her eyes. His lips sought out her neck once more, trailing his affections from one side to the other, his tongue tasting her chest and his hands exploring her body. "Tell me Vincent, how would you have me take you? What would make you grip the furs until your knuckles are white and your toes curled?"[/colour] he asked it with a in a whisper while his mouth was beside her ear before he started to nip upon it while one of his hands guided hers to his throbbing member.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Jul 29, 2012 22:30:02 GMT 1
Vincent's hands trembled as he spoke to her in his seductive voice, her hand now moving up and down against him.
"I- I..." her mind was blank with the burning in her cheeks. "Oh god...."
She whispered in his ear, all the naughty things she'd ever thought she might want to try if the right partner ever came along.
Her body was tense against him as he held her tightly, her hand working faster. "Do you think we could do that?" She asked when she'd finished her whispering, scooting closer to him now one arm wrapped around his shoulders, her legs atop his.
Oh they were really in for an exorcize in getting to know one another as more than just friends.
Vincent almost couldn't wait for their first date, if admitting that they had feeling for one another was this good she couldn't even imagine what a real night of worked for passion would be like.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Jul 29, 2012 22:42:17 GMT 1
Vincent's hand massaged his member, at least at first it was a gentle massage but as she whispered into his ear she appeared to be working herself into a fervor. "Not before the food arrives, but we shall start." he replied before taking her by the shoulders and pinning her down upon her back, his lips sought hers out and Octavius parted her legs so that he could take his place. One powerful hand now took both of hers within and held them down above her head while his other hand brought his manhood to her. <<About 50 minutes later>> His hair was hanging down over his head and a bead of sweat ran down his brow, he placed an affection kiss upon her forehead before he bit his lip and his hips shuddered a final time. He pulled away just in time to hear the doorbell ring. Octavius gave a smile before pulling away. A towel he had already packed was wrapped around his waist and he took money from his wallet before picking up a helmet Vincent had worn in her much earlier days, the decommisioned helm had been a gift. Once Octavius was in the corridor he found a buzzer by the elevator and informed the young man that brought the food he would be down in one moment and then summoned the elevator. |
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Post by Vincent Stark on Jul 29, 2012 22:48:21 GMT 1
Vincent was laying face first on the bed, mouth still agape as she tried to catch her breath. She had hardly noticed Octavius leaving the room her body seemed to be buzzing. After a moment found the strength to sit up and hobbled to her own room for a robe.
She still hadn't spoken sense he'd finished and she still hadn't gotten the smile that he stuck it's self to her face to go away.
She made her way into the kitchen and found two glasses and a bottle of wine.
When she heard the elevator coming back up she poured the glasses and made her way to the sofa, she sat down on the soft cushions and realized just how sore she'd been.
But she was enjoying it so far. "I took the liberty of pouring us some wine." Vincent informed when she heard the doors part. "And you might consider grabbing the condoms from Tony's bathroom, I'd rather us wrap up for the next event."
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Jul 29, 2012 23:08:03 GMT 1
Octavius found her in the kitchen, wrapped in a robe. "I had rather hoped I would find you wearing the fur." he smirked as he placed the brown bag full of Chinese. He was comfortable enough in the home now that he knew where the plates and cutlery was. Soon enough a feast fit for a God was on offer.
Although they had they're own preferred meals, they had a tendency to put a little of their own on the other's plate. They had been like an old couple long before this day. Octavius accepted a glass of wine. "Thank you." he replied before taking a seat beside her, close enough that he could rub his arm against her robed arm. It was only before going to sip the wine that he removed the helmet.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Jul 29, 2012 23:13:37 GMT 1
Vincent smiled as he sat next to her. "Well next I'll wear the furs." She said with a smirk that said she was gaining confidence in her sexual prowess - well for the first time really.
She scooped up some of the beef and broccoli onto her plate along with some rice.
She opened her chopsticks and snagged a bit of his sweet and sour chicken from his plate.
"I was really worried abut you in Serbia." she said finally. "I thought Alti was going kill you, it really felt like for a while we were going to loose that battle."
She looked up at Octavius and smiled, less of a satisfied sex crazed smile, but a real loving one. "I'm glad you've regained your godhood. You deserve Mjolnir."
She sipped her wine now and leaned closer to him, planting a kiss softly on his lips before returning to her own seat to enjoy her food.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Jul 29, 2012 23:31:25 GMT 1
"I shall bring you proper furs from Asgard, to wear when the nights of Midgard are cold." he longed to travel home soon and hunt in his old huntings grounds. A unarmed Octavius against most dangerous beasts of Asgard and from them he would cut furs to craft something for Vincent. It would be a most pleasing sight indeed if nothing else.
They picked at each others food and sipped wine, it was a fine moment. "I do not believe my mother and father would have truly allowed that to happen." His grievous wounding perhaps, but Thor's great power could fix that. He gave a smile when she kissed him and then continued eating his food, but every so often his eyes would watch her, perhaps eating or perhaps sipping wine and he would smile.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Jul 29, 2012 23:40:34 GMT 1
Vincent smiled as they continued to eat. "I've never been to Asgard." She confessed. Her long hair behind her ears now. "Do you think we could go some time, I would love for you to show me the halls you so lovingly speak of."
The human woman finished off her meal, and sat her plate aside. Then she noticed the two fortune cookies sitting on the coffee table. "I wonder what our fortunes are." She handed him his and took her own, cracking open the cookie and looking down at the strip of paper before making a face that suggested amusement and displeasure at the same time.
"I don't know if I like this one, it says; 'You will soon know shame from an old recording.' That's just weird." She laughed. "What does yours say?"
She took up her glass of wine and waited eagerly for his fortune, hers was just silly.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Jul 29, 2012 23:50:13 GMT 1
"My lucky number is thirty eight, my colour is blue and the day is Friday." he replied but placing the paper down and returning to his food. One might expect Octavius to eat in great mouthfuls like some Viking from myth and when boar was placed before him it was certainly the case, but his mother and grandmother has also taught him decorum. With the delicate utensils that were Chop Sticks he ate at a more...graceful pace.
Still, the chicken was going down fast. "Do not worry, if there is any truth you have the Thorson to aid you in carrying a burden, be it a mountain or the burden of shame." After all, had she not aided him when he was shamed and disgraced to the point of exile from his home?
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Post by Vincent Stark on Jul 29, 2012 23:58:56 GMT 1
Vincent smiled and moved closer to him, snuggling up as lovers did.
"I doubt I've anything to worry about." Vincent said cutting her eyes up at him with a bright smile. "except perhaps not being able to walk straight tomorrow."
Yes, tomorrow at the office it would certainly be a day for flats- and long slacks, she wasn't about to try and walk properly in a pencil skirt and heels all day no sir.
"Well I don't think either of our fortunes were correct, your lucky colors after all are red and gold." She teased kissing his jawline softly.
While he was distracted with the kiss she she guided his chop sticks towards her and she then leaned in and stole the chicken he'd been bringing to his own lips.
"I can't think of when I've been happier." She mused snuggling her back into his chest, the lights were low, they were enjoying their favorite take out and they'd just made hours of made passionate love. Life was starting to look up for Vincent Stark, and certainly for Octavius too.
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