Sylvie

Good wasn’t remotely close to how Casey felt the moment Sylvie’s sweet lips locked to her own.  Good barely described the intense emotion of the moment passing in her mind.  Good couldn’t live up to the easy-flowing sensations of passion that were now passing through Casey’s body with the small flexes pressed against her lips.  Living in the moment that Casey counted through the drops of blood that escaped her tongue and was captured by Sylvie’s swift licks, Casey gently draped her arms over Sylvie’s sloped shoulders and gave herself completely to the woman she was bound to.

-Nothing left to hide behind, Rivers.  You feel it in your bones.  You can give her everything.-

Comforted by the little thought of finally being able to be vulnerable, Casey subtly dropped her weight until she knew that Sylvie had her completely.  Purring from deep within her chest Casey swayed until she felt herself in a light dip, all the while still bound together by their kiss.  Unwilling to take any level of control over their embrace, Casey contently waited until Sylvie swirled her tongue inside her mouth first then matched the pace with gentle and subservient licks to let her partner know the impassioned invasion was welcome.

All too soon, Casey felt herself get pulled so that she was standing straight and Sylvie’s sensuous lips had pulled back, ending their first kiss. “Mmm, You can do that again.”  Casey curled into Sylvie’s arms and purred lightly. “I get the feeling that it’s never..”  She sighed, “..been like that.”  Looking up into Sylvie’s half-moon irises, Casey kept warming up to her partner. “While my memory is misty, I don’t think I have ever had a k-kiss where I haven’t been..well, felt up.”  Casey giggled.

“Not quite the moment for that kind of kiss, Casey.”  Sylvie ran her hands softly up and down Casey’s back, “There is another place and time for that, wouldn’t you agree?”  Sylvie gazed lovingly into her partner’s gold orbs.

Fluttering her eyes briefly, Casey broke the intense stare the two had been locked in and then nuzzled back into Sylvie’s chest. “Yeah, It feels so good to not be just admired for boobs or my ass.”

Feeling the joke suddenly hit her like a brick, Sylvie giggled. “You have an ass?  I couldn’t see it from the size of your tits.”  

Laughter took Casey by surprise and she pushed herself away from Sylvie playfully grinning wildly. “Oh, I was..”  She caught her breath between intense snorts, “..not ready for that.  Good one.”

“I do hope we are not interrupting anything, Ladies.”  Alan boldly walked around the bar where he’d sat the night before. “Oh, now don’t give me that look, Sylvie.  You knew I was coming back.”  Alan brushed his brown hair to the side and then pointed to the back. “Martin was kind enough to allow Amos and myself to come in without any fanfare.”

“Taini.  Long time no see, my dear.”  Amos spouted in a distinctly British accent.  Standing the average height of most men, Amos Whitelock also sported rounded black hair, deep-set brown eyes and finally the odd feature of a handlebar mustache. “Aren’t you going to offer your former master a drink?”

Black new moon irises peered across the bar, “You lost the right to call me that.  Sylvie is my name.”  She lightly kicked the refrigerator behind her. “I save my drinks for paying customers or friends.  You aren’t either.”  Sylvie glanced back to Alan, “You never mentioned him.”

Casey walked and stood to Sylvie’s right as she watched the situation unfold. “Your master?”  Casey inquired and darted her setting sun yes between the two men. “Care to introduce me?”

“You wound me, my little tart.”  Amos outstretched his hand to Casey. “Amos Whitelock, you are?”  He paused and sniffed the air. “Really now, a newborn and you belong to Taini.  My day just gets better by the minute.”  Briefly shaking Casey’s hand, Amos took up the seat beside Alan. “You finally managed to do it?”  Amos smiled at Casey. “Welcome to the family.”

Deciding that the best course of action was to get the unwelcome vampire pair out of her establishment, Sylvie played along. “Casey, the one with the mustache is my creator, Amos Whitelock.  Beside him is Alan Brown.”  She paused and entwined her fingers with Casey’s. “Gentlemen, this is Casey Rivers.  My progeny and girlfriend.”

Glancing at his watch, Alan pointed at the door just as it unlocked. “Right on time.  Open for business.”  Sitting as straight as possible, Alan smiled. “Two of your terrific Bloody Madelyn’s.  Your bartending skills are the best, Sylvie.”  Alan raised his eyebrow and looked at Casey. “Are you the one who serves..”  He gulped nervously and felt the blood drain from his face.

“Yep, Served.  Why do you ask?”  Casey lifted her hand and kissed Sylvie’s. “I can call her if you’d like.  Did you want to tell her anything?”  Suddenly feeling territorial, Casey looked at Sylvie’s creator. “Sylvie politely asked you to not use that name.”  Casey slipped behind Sylvie, making their eyes shine like an eclipse. “In fact, I am the only one allowed to use it.”

Seeing Alan mouth the word ‘Raven’, Amos held back what he was going to say in favor of twirling the end of his mustache for a few seconds. “Sylvie.”  He half-squeaked, “I didn’t come here to argue, I came here because Alan said he was going to ask you for some favors and I wanted to add one to the list.”  Amos looked at Alan and then back to Sylvie. “If you don’t mind.  I know we aren’t the best of friends, but this is for love..”  He paused, “..and our collective hides.”

Confused as to why these two were asking her for favors, Sylvie nearly snapped. “You two are perfectly capable of doing these little tasks yourself, why are you bothering me with these things?”  Waiving at the two blood bunnies as they arrived for their shift, Sylvie continued, “I moved out of Petersburg to get away from all the mess there.  It’s peaceful here.  I am still trying to get rid of Phantasmagoria, the court cases are over.  What’s left?”

“What I’d mentioned before.”  Alan tapped on the bar. “This is still technically your mess.”  Adjusting his silk tie, Alan smiled. “May I please have a drink?”

When a pressured and reassuring squeeze came from Behind Sylvie, She reluctantly gave into the request. Turning slightly so she could see Casey’s adorable eyes, “Thank you.”  Sylvie cooed and kissed Casey’s pale hand before gathering the items to make the drinks. “Alright Alan, I did promise I would hear you out.”  She poured the vodka over a splash of tomato juice and blood, and mixed the concoction in her metal shaker. “What are these breaks in the veil?”

Amos spoke first. “Sylvie.”  He paused when Casey set a drink in front of him that she’d made. “Thank you.”  He looked back to Sylvie, “You didn’t know this but I was in love with Livia Vegas.”  Amos twisted his mustache and then pointed to Casey, “You, dollface, remind me about her quite a bit.  If I am being honest.”

“Don’t call me dollface.”  Casey raised her eyebrow and then faced Sylvie. “I met her too, he’s talking about my boobs.”  She rolled her eyes.