James

[poison_isley]

The artist had been wonderful, and James had given a recommendation good enough that when she decided she needed a piece for her greenhouse, she went to him to see about his knowledge of sculpture. Surely he'd have some sort of idea for a botanical piece, maybe a bit feminist. Something empowering.

She walked into the gallery just as Eliot was walking away. Good. Alone.

She practically glided in and took off her broad brimmed hat and laid it on a convenient bench. Today she wore a gorgeous yellow ochre dress in a vintage 50's style. Usually she was partial to heels, but this dress was whimsical enough to pair with Mary Janes. She had her hair tucked in a style seventy years old that was exceptionally flattering for her bone structure.

"Hey," she called out, and when she spotted him, she smiled. "Wanna make some money?"

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[poison_isley]

"Something powerful, but organic," she nodded. "A nice accent, but not a centerpiece, I think. Any ideas?"

[unreadytodie]

James nodded. He did have an idea. "And money is not an object, I believe?"

[poison_isley]

"It never is, sweetie," Ivy smiled. "I don't care, I just want something I'll enjoy."

[unreadytodie]

"Then I may have a piece in mind. It's not new. But it is for sale, last I heard. I will make inquiries," James concluded.

[poison_isley]

"Good, good, good. Now whatcha got lying around here that I might like?" she asked, rising gracefully from her seat for a tour.

[unreadytodie]

"Oh, I fear you will find this rather dull," James said, though he rose too. "Abstract city landscapes and graffiti art. I can give you a little tour, if you like."

[poison_isley]

"Let's see the graffiti," she said, actually interested to see that. Might remind her of home. She could stick it in the cellar and pretend it was the subway.

[unreadytodie]

James got enthusiastic about that, though it only showed in a minute smile and the verbal waterfall that accompanied each graffiti painting.

Enol, was the name the painter used. It was a discovery of his and he was rather pleased with that. There was the sense where he believed he had saved the young man from starvation and homelessness. But above all, he found the young man's insights refreshing and his use of material innovative. He wasn't a great artist yet, but James knew he could become it. Money was a prerequisite for that, in so many ways. So, in selling his art, James contributed to his success and influenced it directly.

He humbly did not mention that part - but did speak at lengths about the man's style.

And he did not add that this style was not as susceptible to lighting; it didn't matter much if the light came from the sun, or from a lamp. That, for a vampire, was an added benefit.

"And this is quite a literal peak inside Enol's mind," he provided as he showed Ivy a Bosch-like mesh of characters on three panels.

[poison_isley]

"Ohh, that's sick," she grinned. "Bag it up, Jimmy. This, that one, and those two that go together. I'll take it all."

Clearly pleased, she reached over and squeezed his arm. The scent of jasmine wafted off her, triggering a memory of the last time they were this close. At the party. Right before he was...overtaken.

"I do love supporting local business," she smirked.

[unreadytodie]

"James," he corrected mildly, but he was pleased to have made this rather large sale.

When he squeezed his arm and he smelled that sweet jasmine scent, things suddenly clicked. "The other day, at the party. That was you." It wasn't a question.

[poison_isley]

She smiled and exhaled a laugh through her nose.

"Of course it was me," she said with pride. "I heard it turned into everybody's birthday. You're welcome."

[unreadytodie]

In fact, James was rather feeling it now as well. That scent was quite powerful. But he rather thought Ivy was more of a woman type woman.

"Hmm." He said mildly, not praising her for her power, but not chiding her for it either. "Well, I suggest you turn it down," he added, as he could feel himself getting rather...agitated. "Unless you want to see it through." Which he imagined she didn't.

[poison_isley]

She arched a brow and looked him up and down. She appraised him with the same sort of intensity she'd chosen her art.

And then she looked him in the eyes.

"Do you even go for women?" she asked. She'd give him a nudge, sure, but she wasn't going to straight up fuck up his life if he wasn't into that.

[unreadytodie]

"Would I warn you if I wasn't," James replied to that. "I thought men weren't your area, though," he observed.

[poison_isley]

"Sometimes I get an itch," she explained, gliding closer. The scent of her was stronger and undeniably intoxicating. "And I've never tried a vampire before."

[unreadytodie]

James had quite a good handle on his sex-drive. He could keep it entirely separate from the rest of his life and ignore it when it didn't suit him. But he did have one, and when a beautiful woman approached him like this, he didn't quite see the point in denying it.

He pushed a hand through her fiery red hair. "And I never a vegetal woman." Then a small smile appeared on his face. "So, you're looking to be bitten? Quid pro quo; you intoxicate me; I intoxicate you?"

[poison_isley]

"Something like that, baby," she said, confident if she didn't like it she could just poison him and be done.

She tipped her head and offered her throat.

[unreadytodie]

And James figured that if things went astray, he could easily snap her neck and be done with it. He leaned in and pushed her against the wall gently, but leaving no room for argument. He inhaled her scent and unsheathed his fangs as his hand rested on her hip. He bit down on her neck then.

[poison_isley]

At first it tasted no different than water, but as Ivy decided that yes, this was very, very good, it sweetened and fermented a little, the taste of too-ripe apples in the orchard right before frost, or grapes left too long so the wine would be like syrup...

"Oh, Jesus Christ," she groaned, holding him and pulling him closer.

[unreadytodie]

She was delicious. She tasted of sweet muscat wine, and in combination with the jasmine of her hair, James was reminded of summer nights in the South of France and Spain. He could sense no pulse in her, so he had no indication that he was taking too much. He trusted her to do something about that, if required.

It had been some time since he'd been with a woman - and Ivy was beautiful - so he did not hold back, as he crushed his lips against hers for a fiery kiss.

[poison_isley]

She plunged her fingers into his hair, crimson nails raking his scalp. She devoured his tongue and pressed tight to him.

"You want some of what I gave you at the party?" she asked breathlessly into the kiss.

[unreadytodie]

"If you'd like to witness the result of it," James teased with a small little knowing grin reserved for these situations only.

[poison_isley]

Ivy smiled and gave him a bit of a push. She reached back to pull down her zip and let the dress drop.

"Let's get that out of the way first,"she said, stepping back in, utterly bare. She was green, tip to toe, only her hair the vibrant crimson.

She met his eyes and smiled...and vines came to life and began winding and trailing out of her hair.

Ivy kissed her fingertip, then pressed it to his lips, looking at him with a challenge in her eyes.

[unreadytodie]

She was astonishing; her skin was the most beautiful shade of green and the vines coming out of her hair held a wordless promise that James was nog opposed to. He dropped his fangs again, making sure she saw them as he tentatively licked her finger tip. He wrapped his hand around her wrist and his lips around her finger. He leaned in, feeling her naked skin against his clothes and sucked.

[poison_isley]

Suddenly, everything was so much more. Her desire sparked and perfumed the room with fruit and flowers. Stepping up, she pulled him to her and slipped her finger from her mouth so she could kiss him. Ivy held his face as the vines grew longer, grew thicker, and worked much the same as a dowen extra pairs of hands as buttons fell open and James's trousers slidopen and down. Laces, buckles, nothing was a challenge as she let her true power go wild.

[unreadytodie]

Those vines came in very handy. And since she was being rather clear about where she wanted to take this, James asked. "Tell me what you want," he whispered against her ear, fangs scraping her earlobe.

[poison_isley]

"I want you to make me come until I can't walk," she purred. As his clothes came off, the vines caressed him and teased as they explored his skin the same way he fingers did.

She kissed him again and guided his hand to her skin. The touch was electric, his bite charging her with an intense desire she had no interest in denying. She'd found what she wanted and she was going to use him until she said 'enough.'

[unreadytodie]

The vines were delicate enough that they felt like a natural extension of her fingers. There was a notion of danger in them (especially when they wrapped around him, akin to how a Boa Constrictor might), but they didn't press beyond what felt good. Though, his judgement of that might be slightly hazy as her toxins and his bites took their effect. Lust overcame.

The vines were quite dominant; taking him where she wanted him to be, and he willingly complied, but he was not constrained in his movements. When he found the chance, he dropped to his knees in front of her. He bit her thigh and moved his mouth up to her folds. He'd always loved making people squirm while on his knees.

[poison_isley]

She willingly spread her legs and reached down to thread her fingers into his fine hair. She'd never been bitten, and had certainly never been bitten there before.

This might be better than the puck. It had been ages since she'd even had an inkling of being high. Whatever venom was in James's bite was taking much, much longer to burn through her system as usual and she was spun by how good the euphoria was.

When she came for the first time it was so intense her legs trembled and she had to fight to catch her breath. A vine wound round his throat to hold him in place. It was so light that it may as well have not even been there...except when he moved. Then it held fast and leashed him in place.

[unreadytodie]

James too was quite intoxicated, brought there by Ivy's scent and her blood (if that was the word for it). He made no attempts to move up and looked up at her - enjoying her grace and beauty as she moved and squirmed full of desire. He wouldn't be able to move unless she wanted it and he was keenly aware of that. It was rather enticing. "I want to take you," he said. He wasn't one for begging or that sort of thing - though he had no qualms about the vine around his neck right now.

[poison_isley]

Ivy smiled savagely at him, enjoying the sight for a moment before the vines uncurled and then offered him help up from the floor.

"I thought you'd say that," she said before kissing him hungrily.

[unreadytodie]

Now it was his turn, and he grabbed her wrists to pin her to the wall. He had inhuman strength, but her vines could likely easily overtake him if she wished it. It was just the game, after all. Soon enough he was fucking her up against that very wall. He had every intention of indulging her wish to not be able to walk. He bit her often, enjoying the fact that she was not as frail as most humans were. She could take a lot of biting and showed no signs of negative effects. He came, but he was not done.

At some point they moved to the one bench in the entire gallery. (James usually didn't like customers and benches invited people to linger. He was a gallery, not a museum.) Variation is the spice and all of that. Neither of them showed signs of stopping.

[poison_isley]

The vines, odd as they were, were exceptionally helpful. She didn't have any trouble staying up, bending like that, keeping her balance. It wasn't long, though, until he was buried in her and it wasn't enough. She'd given the puck a real run for his money and had zero complaints after.

She'd come again and rested against him, panting softly before the next round. Vines wound their way up his legs and caressed his back, then trailed down his crack. Slick and warm, Ivy pulled back to look into his eyes as it slipped inside him slowly.

"Bite me again, baby," she whispered, offering her neck.

[unreadytodie]

James groaned. The vines were thicker than fingers and pressed inside slowly but without pause. He bit her with a growl, edged on to be more forceful by her assault on him. Slowly he gave into the more animalistic vampire side of him. He pressed inside her too, in the middle of a twisted threesome, and fucked her roughly, taking more of her blood.

[poison_isley]

The vines doubled, tripled, swelled and grew and wound around them. vines penetrated them both, everywhere, relentlessly. They way they moved it was clear Ivy needed no lover at all to take care of her needs...

But God, his teeth...

She held his head to her, moaning wantonly until a vine pushed past her lips and filled her mouth.

[unreadytodie]

She was beautiful like this too; wrapped and manhandled, by him and most certainly by herself too.

They went on and on, breaking short periods of time before going at it again. He made use of her vines, as much as she let him, and sought to bring her pleasure as often as he could. He was almost certain he'd drank as much from her as he possibly could. He was biting her purely for her pleasure now and no longer swallowing her blood. He was simply full.

It was getting quite late, or rather early. Soon they would gave to stop, or James would burn.

[poison_isley]

Eventually Ivy did decide she was sated. She wasn't one to cuddle, but laying against him while she regained her composure was...it was kind of nice. She turned her head, then rolled a bit to see him better.

"You're still alive," she grinned. "I had a feeling you'd make it."

[unreadytodie]

James chuckled lightly. "I think we'll both have trouble walking."

He wasn't one for cuddling either and so he stood. "I have to clean up before Eliot comes in. And before the sun rises." A beat. "It was a pleasure, Dr. Isley."

[poison_isley]

"James," she smirked. VInes whipped around, tidying up everything they'd knocked askew and dressing her as if nothing had happened at all.

Ivy patted her hair, collected her things, and squared her shoulders. She didn't even spare him a glance as she left.

She needed to go fuck something up.