Vicki/Henry Food Scene Pts 1-4

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Henry/Vicki Dinner Scene

Part 1

Leaning against the door she had just closed, Vicki closed her eyes and rested her head on the cool wood. The pain digging into her chest bearable only through the fact that it would go away after she caught her breath. Taking a deep measured breath, Vicki’s mouth curved ever so slightly into a smile. In mid breath she felt a hand finger a wisp of hair that had escaped from her ponytail sometime earlier in the night. Vicki’s eyes jerked open, only to be met by clear blue ones and a grin that demanded she regulate her breathing for other reasons.

“Why are you smiling like that?” His voice darkening as the sexual promises wove themselves into their bodies, the power within him pulsing against his ever-present restraints. Giving in just a little, Henry’s right hand slid from Vicki’s hair to her cheek and down her neck until his fingers danced lightly back and forth across the expanse from her ear to her shoulder.

Pushing away her reaction to the purposely-enticing timbre of Henry’s voice and his feel of his fingers running against her skin, Vicki leaned forward to push him out of the personal space he always seemed to be invading. “I was thinking that this is the first time in weeks that we’ve BOTH walked into your apartment.”

Chuckling, Henry ignored the hands pushing him away from what he sought and covered them with his own. Casually he drifted his left hand down her forearm, up her upper arm, and over her shoulder to rest on the door beside her head. At the same time, Henry’s right hand moved from the heated skin of her neck to frame the other side of her head. He leaned down towards her earlobe.

Vicki’s hands slid down his chest, then his stomach and grazed his hip as they fell into tight balls at her hips.

His nose was just shy of actual physical contact as his breath tickled the sensitive flesh hidden behind it. A purely male smile filled his face as he felt her breath catch and her eyes blink for a moment or two longer than usual.

His lips, soft as velvet, moved up her ear, the sensation filling both their bodies with a hunger for something more substantial. Whispering, each word blew puffs of air into her ear and down her body. “It’s not everyday we can solve a problem of yours with just a little physical exertion.” Henry’s own eyes closed as he pushed further into her personal space, stopping only when he was sure he had surrounded her, had drowned her senses with himself. All the while, his right hand slipped down the door and silently turned the lock, “It’s such a simple solution—physical exertion.”

As the word ‘physical’ found its way through the fog of Vicki’s mind, she felt Henry’s hand settle on her waist. At the full on physical contact her mind pulled back. Grabbing temptation himself by the shoulders once again, she jerked him firmly against her until the clothing seemed to have melted away.

At his sudden intake of air Vicki smiled, she had him. Turning them both around she pinned him against the door with a resounding thud. “I’m hungry.” With that, she turned and walked out of his shocked grasp and towards his rarely stocked kitchen.

“So am I,” he thought as he watched Vicki walk away from him once again. Mimicking Vicki’s earlier pose, he laid his head back against the door and listened to the rummaging in his kitchen. He knew what little she was going to find in there: a few beers, her left over Chinese food and a large canister coffee. He hadn’t needed to go grocery shopping in a while. Picturing her eating the Lo Mien noodles, cause him to stand up straight. With a wicked grin, he was on his way to the kitchen. “So am I Vicki.”

Part 2

Henry had to suppress a growl as his eyes lit upon Vicki’s butt positioned perfectly in the air. Stopping just inside the doorway, he silently laid the phone he’d been using down and leaned against the frame. Closing his eyes, Henry let the sound of her jeans scraping against themselves in agitation and her frustrated signs play into the many ideas of just what he could do with her in that position that ran through his head. So lost in a particularly vivid image involving an imaginative, if not partially impossible, maneuver with the beer bottle in Vicki’s hand; her squeal of pain was almost lost to him. It was the scent of blood that brought him firmly aware of the present situation.

“Damn,” Vicki muttered at the red splotches on her hand. Seething in frustration, she turned and slammed the beer bottle onto the counter with one hand while reaching for the cabinet door hiding the paper towels. Seeing the design on them, Vicki began to laugh. Nothing like a vampire having paper towels with goofy bats flying on them. Not even Henry probing her head with gentle fingers and the resulting tingling of pain could stop the stress-induced reaction. Only after a few moments of close proximity to Henry, with his hands supporting her from her waist and her head resting on his chest did the laughs subside. The tear-filled gasps of breath soon replaced with slow, deliberate breaths.

“You’re damn freezer bit me.” Vicki turned away to close the still open perpetrator. Her hand resting on the small cut on her head.

“I keep telling it not to bite, but damn if the thing just doesn’t learn.”

Not even bothering to respond, Vicki just gave him a droll stare and leaned back into the refrigerator. Vainly hoping that the contents had changed in the last five minutes.

Putting the paper towels away, he heard her stomach’s growl for food, “It seems that your body and I are in perfect agreement—food is very much needed.”

“Um, all we have is cold Chinese food,” Vicki gestured with the pint in her hand to demonstrate her point. The movement ending with her arm outstretched with her wrist up, offering the food to Henry. As the head that held those beguiling eyes looking at her wrist quirked sideways in that endearing way, Vicki realized what she’d done and quickly pulled her wrist back against her stomach and the Chinese food within smelling distance. “Well, I have leftovers at any rate.”

As Henry’s stare lingered on her, Vicki turned away and walked towards the drawer she threw all the extra chopsticks into. Pulling out a pair, she placed the container of food on the counter and concentrated only on the task of pulling the wooden utensils from their inadequate sheath and gently but firmly forcing the two prongs apart. Maybe it was the over concentration or maybe it was the man standing directly behind her but in a desperate attempt to break them apart, Vicki broke one in half. In an expression of many types of frustration she threw the two pieces against the wall in front of her.

Leaning into her, Henry pushed his mouth against her ear, the only barrier between the flesh was her hair, and whispered, “I’ve always found that playing with your food is much more enjoyable.” With that he, twirled a few noodles between his fingers and brought them to Vicki’s mouth, “Open wide, I’ve got a present for you.”

Looking up at him, Vicki didn’t even try to hide the gleam in her eyes. If he thought he was going to get away with comments like that! Keeping eye contact, she sucked what little noodles were dangling in front of her into her mouth. Deliberately, she slowly blinked as she closed her lips around Henry’s two fingers. Pulling the noodles off with soft strokes of her tongue, she swallowed all that he’d offered her. But, as he began to pull his fingers away, she bit down just enough to stop him. Her eyes opened and her revenge began.

The first time her tongue had slid across his finger, Henry had called on every ounce of self-control to keep still. Between the fire in her eyes and the way her tongue was dancing across his skin, probing into every crease for any lingering sauce, he was at his wits end. Even the pressure of her teeth was erotic. Causing every unspoken sexual promise to jump to his face. Swearing to fulfill every dark fantasy of hers, his left hand dipped back into the noodles and trailed their captives down the V of Vicki’s shirt. Falling down into the hidden depths with little more than a flick of his index finger.

Vicki gasped at the sudden chill on her chest.

The momentary lack of concentration was all Henry needed. Flipping her around, much the same way she’d done him earlier, he had her pressed up against the counter and his head to her chest before she could even register his movements. Slowly, his tongue followed the path he’d taken the noodles on. Starting on her left shoulder, he slid the rough surface down—dancing around the edges of her breast. From there, he traveled across to play at the edges of her other and then up to her collarbone. It was there that he began to alternate his tongue and his lips. That is until he reached the pulse erratically throbbing at the base of her neck.

Closing her eyes, Vicki’s hands grabbed on to Henry’s soft hair. The individual strands sliding through her fingers as he moved his head vibrated through her hand and into the rest of her body. Each pass of his tongue caused her brain to fall even further away from rationality and ever closer to just living.

Without preamble, Henry began to suck and gently nip at her pulse in time with its beats. The call of her blood mixed with the faint but lingering sent from her scalp almost pushed him past his strength. Even though he was certain Vicki was very close to the point of not caring where his fangs ended up, he didn’t want to run the risk of losing control. Instead, he just pulled at the temptation rushing below the surface. Suckling and scraping his desire and frustration until her pulse was almost a constant thrum against the skin until he plunged his tongue down in search of the noodles themselves.

As suddenly as he’d started his search down her shirt, he stopped. His chin had gotten stuck on the fabric. In a minor lapse of will, Henry growled and started to rip the material apart. The only thing that stopped him was knowledge that if he bared her all he’d lose control for sure. Instead, he tore the fabric a few inches, just enough to see her black lace bra cradling the errant noodles.

With a wicked grin Henry looked up to see Vicki staring down at him. Slowly, he placed his hands around her waist—holding her still and molding her flesh with his hands—and dug the noodles out with his tongue. Pushing against the opening between her bra and chest until it gave way, allowing him in to delve and explore at his leisure. Ushering the Lo Mien up against her left breast he proceeded to lick every drop of sauce from under her bra. At some points using his nose to nuzzle away the fabric enough to get his mouth right up against the desired area and kissing away all traces of the food.

Just as Vicki was sure she was going to die from just his tongue, Henry stopped. Opening her eyes she saw cloudy blue ones staring down at her. The control he was exerting clearly visible on his face.

Leaning in, Henry saw the passion in Vicki’s eyes. A smile of pure masculinity stretched across his face. Pressing his lips to hers quickly pulled back. A groan of protest from Vicki pushed his smile even higher. Opening his mouth, the noodles he’d been hiding slid out and dangled before her, an offer. A temptation. Just as he saw her embrace her desire, he heard a pounding.

Both Vicki and Henry looked towards the door. Vicki looked on in astonishment and Henry closed his eyes in defeat and regret then dropped it down to rest on the top of Vicki’s. Sighing loudly, he pulled away from her and took a step back.

Looking at the clock on the wall as he walked towards the insistent banging, he felt as if it was him being taught the lesson when he’d set out to teach one. They were only 10 minutes late. If they’d been on time things wouldn’t have…

Part 3

Standing with her back to the door Vicki held the counter hard and breathed deeply. Her head held down and eyes closed as she tried to control herself. She’d really let things go a little too far. But, even she was willing to admit that she wasn’t sure if the grocery delivery person coming was a good thing or if she wanted to slam his head into the door. Grinning she heard the growl in Henry’s voice as he told the boy to leave. So, he isn’t too happy about the interruption either. Either? Either! Victoria Nelson, there is no ‘either.’ She took another deep breath, held it and pushed the thought of ‘either’ out with her exhale. Food is a good thing. Gives us something to occupy our hands- um… Mouths…MINDS! Occupy our minds!

Placing the two bags on the counter, Henry stared at the rigid way that Vicki was holding herself. She looked like she was afraid what would happen next.

Stop. Her hand gripped the counter harder. Her already white knuckles cracking under the added pressure. Food. Another Deep breath. Think about food. She loosened her grip on the counter. Wonder what the Vampire has in his bags. Her eyes grew big again.

Cautiously, he walked over and placed his hand on her shoulder, his head near her ear so as to not frighten her. “Vicki?”

“AH!” Turning around rapidly, Vicki grabbed Henry's hand and started to twist under his extended arm, pulling the hand with her. Suddenly she found herself spinning with nothing in her hand and no control. Just as quickly she stopped. A bit breathless, a bit confused and suddenly very angry she screamed at the man who had the gall to look amused by her actions. “What the hell was that about!”

As Henry opened his mouth to respond, Vicki stalked past him and out of the kitchen.

“Just because you have Vampire super powers doesn’t mean that you should always employ them. There was no reason for you to sneak up behind me or to use your speed to throw me off balance like that.” Standing in front of the front door. She turned around in a circle, clearly looking for something. Clearly missing it in her anger and rush to leave.

Raising a brow, Henry just walked to the kitchen doorway and leaned against it. His arms folded across his chest helped curb the desire to drag the infernal woman back into the room. The irked frustration soon morphed into the true source of all his trouble with Vicki as her hands patted her body in search of whatever she’d misplaced. He was sure he was being tortured as her hands patted along the butt he’d imagined so many times. It brought pictures to his mind that were safer left untouched.

Clearing his throat of what stopped it, he asked, “Is there something you need help getting?”

Stopping, Vicki stood with her hands on her hips but her eyes slightly averted. “Keys. I need the keys to my apartment.”

Slowly Henry moved to an erect position and smoothly walked to Vicki. He stopped just inside her personal space. A minor intrusion but one he knew she was very sensitive to. Moving just his left arm, the right still wrapped around his chest, his hand grasped her right thigh. The grip strong and sure as it slid up, brushing the inner seam of her jeans, up to the joint between leg and torso. He couldn’t help the smile that began to tug on his lips or the involuntary clenching of his right fist as Vicki’s still averted eyes closed.

Pulling his hand away slightly, he left just the tips of his fingers to continue their trail up, around her right hip pocket and just barely, the briefest of moments really, touching the zipper of her jeans before moving back to the opening of the pocket. Without preamble, Henry plunged his fingers in, wiggling them around so as to get further into the dark folds of her jeans. Until, his hands met metal. Pulling out the keys he held them, chiming their jarring jingles, in front of Vicki.

Turning her head to finally look at him, Vicki almost caused Henry to stop breathing. Her eyes were almost as dark as his were when he fed. Taking a step forward, her lips parted. Leaning down, he kept a close eye on her face. Hoping to see her finally give over completely to sensation. When he realized she wasn’t going to Henry growled, pulled Vicki completely against him and kissed her with as much desire as he could safely unleash—hoping to force her under sensation and pleasure enough to win her. Even if it was just for a moment.

The feel of Henry’s lips against her own was like having a dream come true. She desperately tried to get around the idea that this was the first time he’d kissed her to just kiss her, not for any other reason but to feel her against him. To drink in her little sounds of pleasure.

Just as he felt her body completely relax, her back stiffened and she pulled away. Her eyes told the whole story. She’d decided on control over him again.

Without a word, Vicki picked up the discarded keys and walked to the door. Turning just enough to see Henry standing with his hands back across his chest, she sighed. Well shit. “I’ll…um…see you later.”

“Yeah. Bye.”

Turning away from the closing door, Henry rubbed the back of his head in agitation. “Why did I think that she could ever stand to not be in control?” Scoffing his frustration, he had the urge to hit something. “As if her self-restraint could compare to mine.”

Just as she was about to close the door completely, Vicki stopped. HE thinks what?! Suddenly very motivated she turned, pushed the door open, stepped through, slammed it shut and rushed the Vampire standing behind the couch.

Part 4

“A challenge is a challenge and you will stay still until I’m done. We’ll see which one of us need to be in control.” With a smirk of pure femininity Vicki turned and left Henry tied to the bed. She got a great deal of pleasure in having a vampire totally at her mercy— even if he could easily rip the silk binding his arms and legs. Who would have thought that he’d have the restraints and such already? Just seeing his gorgeous body spread out across those sheets would have been enough to send her crawling up those thighs to claim her prize but the fact that he thought he had more control than she kept her firm in her resolve. He’d break first; there was no doubt in her mind. “Oh, I’m going to thoroughly enjoy this.” Walking from the bedroom towards the kitchen, her mind lit up with the possibilities before her.

Passing the couch Vicki looked down and smiled. She really hadn’t been kind to him. She’d basically attacked him, ripping his shirt off and in the process throwing both of them balance. They’d found themselves strewn across the leather couch. Not that she had minded. Any moment she felt those muscular legs encasing her body on either side was a moment of pure bliss. For a dead guy, he definitely gave off enough heat to burn her from the inside out.

Thinking about it now, Henry with his legs flailing in the air, head dangling just inches from the floor with a look of complete shock on his face, she wanted to laugh. At the time Vicki had only wanted to get revenge, to push him so close to the edge that he would beg her. She had wanted him on his knees in contrition, but had only managed to get him on his back. With her self firmly encased in those gorgeous thighs of his. It was about then that she’d formed her evil plan.

Temptation.

*****

Very slowly, Vicki run her hands from where they rested on Henry’s shoulders down his abdomen- her fingertips pushing the cotton fiber of his shirt into each crease of muscle. She leaned back enough so that the very tip of her toes held her weight, but it looked like her hands on his body were doing the work. As she moved them down his body, her fingers were very light but deliberate –each caress getting into the recesses of his muscles. Just as Henry’s eyes had begun to darken and he was preparing to move her off of him, Vicki had pulled her hands up and over the waist of his jeans. Changing from fingertips to entire hands while doing so. The pressure increasing as she spread out her fingers to brush his zipper. A satisfied smile peaking out from behind her eyes as Henry’s baby blues had turned a darker hue in conjunction with the sudden jerk she’d felt under hands.

When Vicki’s hands finally slid their way to Henry’s knees, she stood up. A wicked light came to her eyes as she pretended to loose her footing and fall back onto Henry. The both of them rolling off the leather and onto the hard wood and landing with Vicki sitting up, straddling him. Her amusement at Henry’s predicament was tempered slightly by the knowledge of just where her hips were located. Hmm…I wander what’s in his pocket. Very deliberately, Vicki slid herself back until her butt held Henry’s legs to the floor while her right hand slid up his thigh and pushed it’s way into his pants pocket.

Leaning in Vicki pushed her whole hand into the pocket spreading her fingers wide to maximize the amount of contact. Slowly, she explored just how wide the pockets were. When she found the wall she was searching for, Vicki followed it down -down the length of his thigh, of his pocket, of him. At Henry’s eyes going completely black, Vicki pulled her hand out and resumed her original position across his pelvis. Grinning at Henry’s growl of disapproval, she grabbed him by the neck and hauled him up meeting his mouth with her own.

Taken by surprise, Henry didn’t have time to react. His head was still disoriented from his second fall in ten minutes. The only thing he was able to do was put the many skills his tongue had learned in his lifetime to use.

If he keeps this up, I won’t be able to stop. At this thought, Vicki mentally pulled away and placed her hands on Henry’s chest. Where her fingers began drawing designs over his left pectoral region, causing his back to move further into the sitting position. In one swift motion, Vicki grabbed Henry’s collar and ripped the garment down and off his body. The fabric floating down somewhere on the other side of the couch brought Vicki’s lips away from Henry’s and her eyes down to the exposed treasure below her. Even though she tried, she wasn’t able to keep the purr of appreciation to herself.

Henry leaned back on his hands, leaning his head back and laughed at Vicki’s reaction. His entire body pulsing up and down in time with the spasms of his chest. Each convulsion bringing his waist even more into contact with Vicki’s. Bringing his obvious desire for her right to the forefront of their reality.

As the realization of what was in contact with what, Henry stopped laughing. All playfulness left him as he moved his face level with the eyes that had haunted his every waking moment. It was then that he issued the challenge, or at least what Vicki saw as a challenge. “If you don’t move, I’m going to do everything in my power to make you lose control. I’ll make you wiggle and squirm and beg me for mercy.”

Deliberately grinding her body onto Henry’s as she leaned over him, Vicki smiled; the action showing her anger and desire at and for both satisfaction and Henry himself. “Not if I make you first.”

****

Leaning down, Vicki picked up the scrap of white linen and held it gently in her hands.

“VICKI!” Henry closed his eyes. Regretting, yet again, the challenge he’d laid out for her. Each one would be tied down. The one who broke and begged for release in the shortest amount of time lost. It didn’t matter that there was no prize, or punishment for that matter. It was about pride. He’d been stupid enough to crush Vicki’s under the weight of his 500-year-old ego. “Victoria! If you’re going to torture me at least do it IN the room. What’s with the bending down outside the door? It’s low, really low.”

Waiting, he hoped to hear some sort of response but was only met with the sounds of muffled chuckles and soft footfalls. “I will remember this Victoria. Don’t think I won’t!”

Not even bothering to turn around, Vicki yelled back, “If you don’t stop calling me Victoria you’re not going to have to worry about my turn. I’ll make sure you don’t make it through the night.”

Grumbling, Henry mentally cursed coin flips and his promise to not use his vamp powers to win.