Legacy Skyline Shopping for ourselves

Outfit

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Who didn't like to shop for themselves? Zara certainly did. She had no one in her life currently and she rocked it happily but it didn't bother her; at least too much. She decided to go to one of the top stores and pick out a new dress, she needed a nice new little black or red dress, to wear to the club or out to have some fun in.

She would be looking through the racks of clothing, moving the dresses until she found a beautiful silk like dress. It was open to the back and covered her chest nicely so that she wasn't wholly exposed to everyone. Holding it against her body, she smiled some as she looked around. There were no women in sight and that about made her frown but from the scents around there were men.

A smile rose to her lips as she took her dress of choice and found herself in the coat section and oh! The smile renewed a bit on her rosy red lips as she walked over, "Excuse me sir, may I get your opinion on something? " she inquired of him kindly. Her voice held a soft Irish accent to it as she spoke to him, that accent having never fully left her no matter where she lived in her long life.

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@Liam

Liam's Current Couture

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Already acutely aware that his engagement calendar had been filling up rather fast, as the year came to an end and the holidays tried to consume his life in full, Liam, as per usual, had the good sense to notify his tailor, well in advance, so that the talented man and his team of professionals had plenty of time to whip up a new line of made-to-measure suits and tuxedos. To be caught in the same selection twice within a season was essentially a sin to a trend-setting homosexual like Liam who made it his business to look his absolute finest and freshest at all times. As far as he was concerned, at this point in his career, merely donning a repeat was both lazy and, to be frank, offensive, especially when it came to his numerous, loyal fans who hung on not only his every written word, but his every move.

Oh, who are you kidding, mate? he now mused, as he stood within one of his favorite designer shops, located at the prestigious Legacy Skyline, gingerly running his gloveless hands over a rack of full-length, winter coats made from warm cashmeres, plush faux furs, and liquid-like leathers, pondering which would go well with his sartorial attire to-be. You do this for yourself and nobody else.

It was true.

Liam was indeed an indulgent individual who liked to pamper himself nearly to the point of exhaustion. If he wanted something, he bought it, without any hesitation or - dare he think it - an ounce of buyer's remorse. Thankfully, he had developed his sense of style to the point that he typically knew, with a single glance, if something was going to work well or look absurd on his towering, muscular form. He appeared to have a natural gift for such things, too, and it didn't seem to be limited to himself or the male form. So when a ravishing, leggy lass came slinking his way, holding a slice of crimson-colored silk in one of her slender hands, it seemed perfectly logical to him to have her ask for his opinion.

"Yes, you may," was his quick and agreeable reply, as his eyes played over the garment, as well as the alluring gal holding it, "but only if you'll be generous enough to repay the favor in kind."

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@Kat

Zara let her eyes roam the gentleman that she managed to spot, he was well dressed and groomed and looked like he belonged here as much as she did. A smile was on her lips as she moved closer to him and then gave a nod of her head at that, dark curls bouncing against her cheeks as she did so.

"Gladly, I don't mind at all, " she told him rather sweetly. She would then hold the red garment against her body, letting it just press to the front of her for the moment, "This dress...in your opinion, what do you think of it? Is it too much in the way of style or not enough? I'm trying to find a replacement dress after some drunk man stained my favorite dress," she asked him curiously, wanting to know what he thought. She liked looking good and when she went out for fun and her own amusement, she wanted to attract some attention. What can she say, she's attention starved and needed something to catch an eye and turn heads.

Her mahogany eyes were looking up at him, trying to see where his eyes were looking. She had no desire to suggest him yet but the more often she could catch his eyes the better- also showed her how confident he was as well.

Regardless of the fact that Liam was as gay as the day was long, he still had it in him to appreciate beautiful things and, well, this woman was, without a doubt, a highly attractive individual, with a very shapely form, that any red-blooded, hetero-centric male or lipstick-loving lesbian would rightfully want on their arm and in their bed. Her cascading locks alone were a thing of utter beauty, framing the delicate features of her face just so, which was were he had been looking, rather intently, until he was directed to look elsewhere.

Taking the dress in, as she held it against her body, he couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed by the simple lines and overexposure. It left very little to the imagination, and what it did show, it didn't exactly do in a provocative way. It was...nice. However, she seemed to really like it and if it made her feel sexy, that was all that really mattered. Apparently it reminded her of one of her favorites that had been ruined by some drunken tosser.

"It's pretty," he began to share his assessment, as his blue eyes lingered on the curved lines at the top, and the swell of her breasts below, only to drift down to the hem that actually mirrored the mini skirt she was currently wearing. "Although, I'd much rather see it in action, see how it flatters your lovely form from every angle," he honestly confessed, without an ounce of innuendo in his voice. "Shall we?" he then asked, as he motioned towards the fitting rooms.

Zara would watch him and from her point of view, he was looking over every inch of her. From this, she was glad she long ago lost the ability to blush or she might be inclined to allow that to happen. Without that ability, she relief on a little bit of blush make-up to give her a pinkness that showed under the shop lights a bit. The young woman was taking him in a bit, enjoying his features from the blue of his eyes to the strong jawline he had- he must have all the men and women looking at him.

At his offer for her to try it on for him, she would nod, "Sure and thank you, I wouldn't have offered since I didn't want to step on toes, " she told him. It was kind of funny, there was no innuendo or suggestive tone to his voice. She wondered if she stumbled upon one of those rare taken men who don't flirt with other women. She would nod and head to the changing rooms with him and once there she would take a key to go into a room.

It only took a couple of minutes to shimmy from her clothes and into the form fitting dress, her hands smoothing the soft material over her body as she tugged it down to her mid thigh. She kept on her stockings and heels but everything else was off. Stepping out of the room, she would stand out in front of the door and slowly turn. Her body moved similar to a dancer with how easily she turned and with a slight sway to her movements that just came naturally. "What do you think? " she inquired, pulling her hair over her shoulder to show the dip it had on her back.

Leaving behind the couple of plush coats he'd been appraising for the last ten minutes or so, Liam followed his fellow shopper over to the dimly-lit dressing rooms, which were situated at the rear of the sleekly styled boutique. Obviously aware that this was going to take more than a minute or two, he took a seat in one of the two leather chairs that were strategically placed between the rooms and a wall filled with well-lit, full-length mirrors.

How many men had sat here before him, waiting for their wife or girlfriend - or even their mistress - to surface, looking lovely as ever in a dress they would probably only ever wear once? Did he currently look like one of those men to the other shoppers and store staff? More than likely, yes, he probably did give off a similar vibe on the surface; however, in his minds eye he was actually picturing himself inside of one of the cozy, fitting rooms, naked as the day he was born, going at it with the alarmingly handsome salesclerk who had just strolled by and gave him the eye.

If you play your cards right, mate, such a salacious thought could become a reality, he reasoned, as he returned the appreciative glance, only to find the flirty exchange cut short.

Redirecting his gaze so it landed squarely on the lass, Liam found himself sitting up a bit more straight in his seat as she now modelled the far more provocative dress. He hadn't expected it to have such a revealing back, one that showed off many more inches of her shapely, creamy-white form. This he approved of, and he didn't refrain from telling her so by emitting a low whistle, as he stood up and approached.

"I think it looks far more tempting than it did a few minutes ago," he informed her, as his eyes met hers, only after giving her full form one more pass from heal to head. "I would strongly recommend wearing your hair up, so that every inch can be fully appreciated."

Zara had made sure that it was fitted to her nicely but yet also she was wondering on how she could seduce him into the changing stall with her so she could get a little nibble. He was handsome and charming, two things that always made a tasty treat- also she was feeling a bit fangish from just glancing over him and catching his scent and how well groomed he was. He was a feast for the eyes and senses and she was wanting to indulge in it.

Once out for him and turning, a smile was on her lips and at his suggestion about her hair, she would pull off a hairband from her wrist and easily twist her hair up into a bun that let some stray curls fall around her face but it allowed for him to see back perfectly. There weren't any visible marks on her back and as she turned to look at him again she would smile as her hands smoothed it over her body out of habit.

"Better? And thank you, clothing always looks different on someone than when it's on the hanger, " she said in agreement with him as she did feel rather stunning and would then move to step a bit closer to him as he made eye contact with her. Perfect.

"Ligfidh tú dom beatha a thabhairt duit sa seomra feistis, " she told him in smooth Irish, a little smile on her face as she held a hand out to him then when she felt the magic work. Oh suggestion, such a beautiful thing that spanned across all languages and kept her from trouble.

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Suggestion PASS!
Translation: You will let me feed on you in the changing room

With the highly suggestive thought already roiling around in the back of his persistently playful mind - just with a far more masculine tango partner - it didn't take much effort for the vampire's suggestion to not only worm its way inside the psychic's indecent thoughts, but compel him to do exactly as she wished, no questions asked.

Ligfidh mé duit beatha a thabhairt dom, he heard himself repeatedly say, yet his lips were only silently mouthing each foreign word, since it was all being uttered inside his now defenseless mind.

Gently taking her petite hand within his own sizable, yet surprisingly soft paw - which he pampered mostly through the lack of manual, hard labor - Liam escorted her through the still open door of the spacious dressing room, not caring at all if anyone actually witnessed such a questionable maneuver. Once they were both inside, he shut the door with his free hand, never breaking eye contact, nor letting her hand go. She was his and, even more importantly, he was all hers, and nothing was going to get between them.

Ligfidh mé duit beatha a thabhairt dom, he continued to mouth, still not certain what each word meant, yet somehow understanding, in full, that this was the only place for him to be and the only person to be here with.

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Translation: I will let you feed on me

Zara was smiling sweetly to him as he repeated it back to her, that was sweet, and Irish really rolled off his tongue with ease it seemed. She would glance around for a moment before taking him into the enclosed space that would keep them private from any prying eyes and with him shutting the door it locked her into the room with the sweet-smelling man. Gently, she would urge him to the bench and to sit for her since their height made things rather tricky for her- even in heels.

She would wait to see if he would, her hand moving to rest on his chest gently, "I promise it won't hurt, leannán, " she told him as she would just keep looking up into his eyes. Even though he was compliant with her, she wanted to keep this contact for as long as possible until she was at his neck.

Her fingers would continue to hold onto his much larger hand, her skin cool to the touch compared to his own warmth that was radiating from him. Already her mouth was watering at taking a bite from him, to feel the warmth flood her mouth and body but she needed to be patient still. She didn't want to mess this up, she wanted this to continue on its smooth route.

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Translation: sweetheart

The sturdy bench caught Liam's muscular mass firmly as he smoothly slid into a seated position upon it. Thankfully, the wall that his broad back soon connected with was also well-made, supporting his sizable torso with ease. He wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon, and, to be perfectly honest, he had no good reason not to follow this woman's lead since she kept reassuring him, ever so sweetly, that whatever was about to happen here wouldn't hurt.

"You promise," he mimicked her reassuring sentiment, making it sound less like a question and more like a mere fact, as larger portions of his mind and, in turn, his body were handed over to her. "Beatha orm," he stated, with a surprisingly endearing smile, as if the act was a natural one that occurred in his life on a regular basis, regardless of the fact that this would indeed be his first time being fed upon. "Beatha orm," he repeated, as he gently pulled her into his welcoming lap.

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Translation: Feed on me

This was going down as one of the smoothest suggestions she's done and with him sitting down easily, she would carefully climb up onto his lap and straddle him. The skit of her dress would cling to her backside even better now as she sat here on him, "I do...and if you want I can make your forget after or if you want to remember that is fine to, " she told him, giving him he option if this was something he'd rather never recall again or if he'd want to keep it then she would let him; it was no issue either way for her.

His words were like honey to her ears, her eyes closing as a soft humming purr left her as she adjusted his shirt and tugged it down to expose the throbbing vein in his neck. She would lean her cool body against his warmer one, another groan leaving her as she pressed herself against him until her cool breath was against his neck.

Zara placed one kiss...then another where she intended to bite before her plump lips parted and her teeth pressed against his neck before she would let her two sharp fangs pierce his skin as she would bite down. A moan left her and then another as she realized that she was feeding off of a psychic. Shit, she was screwed in the best way. Her hand lifted to gently cup the side of his face while the other gripped his side tightly while she fed slowly from him to just savor the flavor.

Remember, Liam heard the singular word echo in his hazy mind, as his petite partner in crime made herself even more cozy upon his lap, nestling in against his solid, slightly reclined torso with ease. I wish to remember, he inwardly repeated, with a bit more conviction, as he felt the folded collar of his cashmere sweater come away, just enough, so that a portion of his powerful neck was exposed.

Tilting his head away, because that felt like the natural thing to do, the now aroused author gave the tease full access to his throat so that she could kiss, and nibble, and...and...

Bite him?

Wait. What?

Was...was she really piercing his previously unblemished skin with her...her razor-sharp teeth!?

She most certainly was!

And it was in that moment, as the two grotesque puncture wounds were created, that Liam began to panic, which - even to the psychic's clouded mind - only seemed to make the nauseating situation even worse, since his racing pulse would only work to pump even more blood from his body and into her hungry mouth, instead of calming the flow, as he desperately wished it would.

With his blue eyes flashing wide and his gaping mouth emitting this horrific, halting noise - which sounded like a harsh gasp melting into a disgusted growl - Liam's hands would fly up to grasp the slim waist of the deceptive bloodsucker, but instead of pushing her away, he would hold her firm.

Bloody hell.

Loathe it or not, he was still under her spell, bound to a verbal contract he had foolishly agreed to.

Bloody hell, indeed.

Zara was in heaven, a soft moan leaving her as she held onto him. She could feel his grip tighten on her, her hips rocking almost instinctively against him from how it felt. She could feel it though, his heartbeat picking up, the bit of panic as he realized what she was doing.

She was still gentle, taking slow swallows of his blood as she let her hand move up and then around to the back of his head to let her nails gently play with his hair. She was trying to calm him down, to help him relax again. He was doing so well before but now that she actually bit into him the poor psychic was in a panic.

She would drink from him, taking a fair bit more than a normal donation would entail but she was too drugged by his blood to care. When Zara finally stopped and pulled from his neck, she swiped her tongue against the puncture wounds to seal them shut, leaving behind only twin pinpricks from what had happened just moments ago. The vampire though would still cling to him, groaning and smiling a bit to herself as she felt like she was floating and warm.

"I've missed being warm...I've missed this feeling of...mmm...just feeling; how did you do it...how did you hide your scent? " she murmured against his neck, her voice a soft purring sound. She had no sense of up or down at the moment nor really any way to fight him should he want to remove her save for her grip on his side and in his hair. "Please...do not panic...I promised didn't I? " she would ask him, just wanting to enjoy this floating high, this feeling of warmth and desire that was rippling through her. Zaharia never wanted it to end, she just wanted to feel this forever.

Her fingers lacing into the back of his thick, perfectly styled locks made the world of difference. Little did she know, by doing this, she would indeed calm his nerves down, but only because his body would respond by becoming even more aroused. The nape of Liam's strong neck was one of his most unforgiving erogenous zones, so as she began to toy with his hair, began to tease and even tug upon it, his mood would certainly lift, shifting from one filled with panic to something far more pleasurable.

"You did," was all the now distracted man could reply, essentially ignoring her inquiry about his ability to conceal his psychic nature, along with nearly forgetting the fact that she had just drank from him with a desire typically reserved for someone consuming their favorite, perfectly-aged wine or decadent dessert.

"I wish to forget this ever happened," he then found himself whispering into her ear, a bit by surprise, not but a minute later, as she remained seated upon his lap. Hadn't he already decided to remember it all? Wasn't he going to tell her exactly that? What had changed in the last ten minutes or so? Was this his mind's way of playing protective catch up for allowing his defenses to melt away so easily?

Zara was in pure bliss, her hips slightly rocking while her fingers continued to play. She felt heavenly! The softest groan left her again, her face nuzzling his neck as she started to place soft kisses here and there on his neck and then moving to the other side of his neck as she gave him peppered affection right now. With her being suddenly high from psychic blood, it turned her into a very affectionate woman and all she could think of was just to make him feel good and it seemed she was.

"I can heal...the little wound...and blood loss mmm if you like, " she purred out against his neck as her nails lightly dragged along the nape of his neck and then up into his hair as she moved so that she was just a few breaths away from him. There was an almost lust-filled expression in her dark eyes, "Can I mmm kiss you? " she asked, her tongue quickly licking her lips slightly. There was zero trace of his blood on her, the only color was the red lip stain she wore.

His request though, it made her dead heart ache a little and she would nod. She'd deal with that later but first, she wanted to just ride out this high and she wanted to get permission from him this time instead of taking it. Zara knew all too well how much it sucked to not have any form of consent; she didn't count feedings because she rarely hurt her meals, but anything else, she liked permission.

How did that classic, Casablanca song go?

The one that said something about "a kiss being just a kiss."

Well, while that may have held true for any number of other strangers who found themselves in similar, impromptu sessions such as this, it wasn't necessarily how Liam viewed it, regardless of his hedonistic ways. Actually, come to think of it, such a notion was so far off the mark, it was almost laughable. Because when it came to locking lips and potentially swapping spit with someone of the opposite sex, the staunch homosexual had absolutely zero interest in even teasing with such a notion, let alone allowing it to actually happen.

Did his female fans sometimes give him a peck on the cheek? Sure, they did. That was acceptable, that was just fine. He'd even had his neck and the cleft of his pecs completely covered in kisses, on more than one occasion. But if one had ever dared to kiss him, full on the mouth, with all of the passion and desire of a long lost lover - which was the look his current companion seemed to be giving him - well, it would be game over. He'd probably end up pushing them away so fast, and so hard, they'd end up landing on their arse, well into next week.

"I'm sorry, love, but I'm going to have to decline," he stated, perhaps a bit too quickly and certainly too firmly, as her spell over him began to falter. "It's not you, it's me," he then scrambled to explain, with laughter in his voice, as he made a swift move to smooth things over, feeling more like himself and less like a puppet on a string. "I'm a hopeless flirt and, I suppose, a bit of a relentless tease, but at the end of the day, my tastes skew entirely in the masculine direction."

"You wouldn't happen to have an equally attractive brother, would you?"

Zaharia was still happily in her blissful land, waiting for permission, waiting for a yes that she felt should come but it seemed that it wouldn't as something crossed his eyes while he looked at her and confusion clouded her needy gaze. She didn't want to make herself come from this intoxicating mixture she was feeling that left her in such a wonton state but there was enough of a brain there to register rejection.

At first, hurt flashed across her gaze that was borderline angry until he explained himself further.

Oh... OH! The realization would trickle in rather quickly then and she would smile and cover her mouth as she leaned back from him. It was hard to not let out a little laugh as she nodded at his words. Now, his actions made so much sense! Why were all the tasty ones gay? Zara held up a small finger for a moment as she tried to gain some control over herself before she shook her head to his question.

"I apologize...I didn't realize, " she would start, her words a little slurred still as she spoke. She shook her head some, working through the psychic blood fog in her head, "I will remove myself from your lap...soon, promise, just need a moment or three to find my legs, " she told him as she would look to him and his slightly tousled hair. Carefully, she would fix it for him, the action mostly to help get her head back and clear away the sudden cobwebs.

"No...I have no more living family but I believe one of my brothers might have appealed to you once upon a time ago...you don't happen to have a bi twin at least, do you? " she would ask, a bit of playfulness in her tone as she would make sure he didn't look like he had a romp in a stall when he didn't. Her desire was still high up in the sky but she felt full and sated in the feeding sense and now needed her body to catch up with it.

Letting a soft chuckle slip from his own lips, Liam found himself feeling utterly relieved, and not because there would be no kiss, but more so because he felt like he'd just narrowly escaped a far worse fate. The look of fury that flickered across this woman's once serene face, even for just a heartbeat, spoke volumes. Had he not explained himself in full, would he be sitting here gargling with his own blood, right after she had torn out his throat? It seemed, at least to him, that the answer would've been yes, regardless of her previous promise to do no harm.

"You take as long as you need, love," he genuinely offered, since continuing to keep the peace seemed like the right thing to do. Plus, female or not, he was still enjoying how her hands felt within his hair. She could keep doing that for as long as she liked. "Oh, and, regretfully, I'm an only child," he then informed her, as they continued to keep company within the booth. "But I do have this mate you might like," he half-joked. "Tall, dark, and ruggedly handsome, with a killer smile that could melt your heart."

"Actually, scrap that, love. I'm keeping him all to myself."

Zara would nod, glad she wasn't suddenly being shoved onto her backside and flashing him her panties; it would be a wasted effort on that one for him anyways! Her fingers though would keep playing in his hair, smoothing and fixing it. If this was all the affection she was going to get right now, she would take it eagerly. "Oh...that is a pity...these men are lucky to have you on their side otherwise I might be trying to get you on mine, " she told him with a bit of a smile as she leaned in to rest her forehead against his shoulder for a moment.

"Oh...do you mind sharing? I promise I'll send him back to you happy as a clam, " she told him, her tone teasing as she would then sit up and give him a playful pout, "Oh, see now you're teasing me and that's not fair, " she told him with a little laugh as her fingers just kept playing in his hair and fixing it a bit.

"Mmm but are you alright? If you do feel unwell I can heal you to help you feel better, " she told him, lifting her hands and wiggling her fingers at him a bit. She might have wanted to also get a little more touchy than she normally could get but could he blame her? He revved up her engines and she felt all too playful right now.

Beyond feeling mildly lightheaded - and more than a little annoyed by having his pampered flesh so easily pierced - the psychic actually felt mostly fine.

Actually, assaulted, and then oddly aroused, but still fine.

Did he still want to forget that this ever happened? The answer appeared to be yes, since there was still this underlying urge to wipe the slate clean, which kept niggling away at the back of his mind, for reasons he still couldn't quite put his finger on. But the longer he sat here, listening to her speak, feeling her fawn all over him, a slight desire rose to the surface to simply let things be. He did, after all, like the notion of knowing what she was, since he was often on the hunt for objects that were owned by other supernatural beings. By maintaining some sort of connection to her, even if only as casual acquaintances, he could potentially gain access to a treasure trove of memory-rich antiquities.

Let it be.

"I'm fine, love," he replied, with a thoughtful smile, as one of his hands found its way up to a lock of loose hair, which he proceeded to brush away from the side of her sweet face.

"I'm also going to take back what I said earlier," he then shared, as their eyes connected once more. "It would be my pleasure to remember this," he informed her, with a warm smile. "And you," he made certain to add, as he held her gently in his strong arms.

Zara enjoyed the feelings going through her and the high not being suddenly shot down like a blimp. She hadn't expected to find a psychic and feed on them and although it was a startling surprise, she wasn't angry in the slightest. It did make her internally sigh that she would be wiping his memory from this, he was sweet in a way and he did help her pick out a whole new dress that made her feel spectacular.

As she settled a bit on his lap and he told her that he was fine, she would look to his neck where she bit and would gently adjust his collar and with a slightly warm touch, she removed the marks for him. He might be fine but she wanted to ease things as much as she could; even as he gently moved one of her curls from her face and made her smile at him.

What he said next though surprised her and it was visible on her face as she looked at him, "What made you change your mind? Not that I'm protesting in the slightest, I truly do hate messing with people's minds to that extent since I do believe memories are important but still, I'm curious, " she would tell him honestly as she continued to let her fingers play with his hair a bit now. It would seem she was going to get a possibly interesting friend at the end of this? After she helped him still of course, she wasn't going to not help him after he just sent her to heaven and back for a time.

Slightly caught off guard by the question, Liam took a few seconds to gather his thoughts before responding.

He couldn't exactly tell her that he had a rather selfish, ulterior motive. She would probably wipe his mind completely clean if she knew what his long-term intentions were. Not that he planned on doing her or any of her kind harm, at least not directly, nor physically, but there was the serious risk of him writing about whatever memories he could acquire through her. So perhaps there was an emotional toll at play here, regardless of the fact that he would more than likely change names to protect the not-so-innocent.

If he played his cards right, his next novel had the potential to be his greatest yet, since the content would be far more authentic than ever before. His fantastical characters of the past were now flesh and blood beings who walked among his legion of fans, and he, of all people, had the power to share their deepest thoughts and darkest memories as if they were his own. But she certainly didn't need to know any of that. It was bad enough she already knew what he was.

"There...was a sadness in your voice," he told her instead, which wasn't exactly a lie, as he brushed that unruly lock away once more, "and then you made mention of having no family and, I don't know, love, it just suddenly felt like the right thing to do. And, no, this isn't a pity gesture, but more of an overture towards forming a possible friendship."

"Besides, if we're going to continue being each other's stylist, there's a certain level of trust that comes with maintaining such an important role," he mused, with a playful twinkle in his blue-brown eyes. "I certainly can't have you wiping my mind every time you disagree with one of my honest assessments. Understood?"

Zaharia didn't think anything of how long it took him to respond, it wasn't a small question in the slightest but she also didn't feel it was a big one either. Still she waited and calmed down, her head tilting back a little and then she righted herself some in his lap. Oh, shoot she didn't intend for him to hear that from her at all. Ok, so maybe getting high off of psychic blood wasn't the best thing in the world all the time then since her issues were long dead- sort of.

What he said though did make her smile a little, "It's old ghosts that like the peak out...when you've been around as long as I have been, well, humans don't live forever, " she told him rather honestly at that but she would give him a bit of a smile now as her vision cleared as much as her head did while he tried to tame that one curl; it was too stubborn and would pop right back out and against her face. "But I will always take a friend, " she literally had zero of them right now.

Oh, now those she could happily indulge in for sure. She would give him a thinking look, a little hmm leaving her as she tilted her head to the side, "Mm I can see the logic in that and if I didn't like an opinion you gave...well I'd tell you I didn't; I'm not that childish but I would love to know your name," she would ask, her tone teasing and playful all at once wih him. [q]Do you mind helping me stand up? I believe my legs are a little stuck from the tightness of the dress and my current position on your rather comfortable lap, " she would ask him, her hips wiggling a bit as a slight emphasis to that one.

"Liam, my lady," he offered, in a playfully formal tone and with a nod of his head, as he practically picked her up in full and then set her back down, holding her slim waste firm as he did. Not removing his hands, he then stood himself, thankful that he wore tight boxer briefs under his jeans, since he was still feeling semi-aroused by the exchange.

"And you?" he then asked, as he removed one of his hands so he could brush down the front of his jeans, so that they draped properly across his long legs. "If I had to guess, something along the lines of Antanasia or...Ivona? Perhaps Zabrina?" he mused, being a lover of exotic names, since he often had to research them for his colorful cast of characters, which included vampires.

He was pleasantly formal and it had her smile, it had been a good long time since anyone called her that and she really wasn't protesting. What did surprise her was how easily he helped her up and so she'd hold onto his arms for stability as she settled her feet under her and got her balance righted. She would ease the skirt back down her thighs and smoothed it over her body a bit.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Liam, " she told him before a little grin rose to her lips as he guessed some names but she would shake her head at that. "Zaharia actually, give you three guesses to guess what country I'm from, " she told him, a little playfulness in her tone as she would move around him to where her actual clothes were and she would easily pull the dress off without really a care that he was here to then pick up her top; she wasn't shy about it in the slightest.

If he looked at all, he'd see thin white lines along her ribs that were just hidden by the fabric she wore but her exposing herself would only last a few moments with her back to him as she pulled on her top and then would wiggle right back into her skirt, "Ahh there we go. " she told him as she was folding her new dress up.

"My initial guess would be Romania, for obvious reasons, but I feel like that's too easy of an answer to give. Perhaps that's where your ancestors hailed from, but you yourself..."

He didn't exactly have much to go on.

She spoke Gaelic, but that didn't mean she was necessarily from Ireland. He spoke French, but he wasn't from France. Looks-wise, she appeared to have Hispanic blood in her - or, at least she once did, when she was alive and breathing - but, again, that didn't mean she was born in Spain or Cuba, or some other related country. Actually, in this day and age, she could've easily been born right here, in Ridgefield. Although, he was dealing with a creature who could've potentially walked this planet for hundreds - if not thousands! - of years, so it wasn't exactly the fairest of questions to ask.

"How about Hoboken, New Jersey?" he joked, as his eyes danced across her nearly nude form, without an ounce of interest. "Boise, Idaho?" he continued to tease, as she redressed herself. "That's it, isn't it, love? You were raised on a farm, in the middle of nowhere, picking potatoes practically from birth."

It was interesting to hear where he thought she was from as she adjusted her clothing around her body and then undid her hair so that it fell easily down her back. She would pull two strands of hair from her face and do a quick braid to keep them out of her face as she turned to him with a bit of a smile on her face as he laid in some guesses. Romania was an interesting guess but she was not from there.

Now it was hard to not laugh as he told her where he was thinking as she picked up what few personal items she had in here and then just turned to face him and shook her head.

"No I am afraid not but how I was raised, it was to take care of men and cater to them. To keep home and raise children...hmm how I lived, I didn't have time to really grow potatoes and care for a standing garden, " she told him, giving him that hopefully rather obvious hint that she traveled and didn't settle in one spot- at least not until she was older.

She would then, if he let her, take his arm and lead him from the changing rooms.

Hearing Zaharia speak about her origins, even in the vaguest of terms, easily convinced Liam that she was from a time and a place where women were only allowed to cook, clean, and carry a man's offspring, you know, when they weren't catering to their husband's every whim. Anything more than that was taboo and anything less was surely a recipe for disaster.

"I'm sorry to hear that that's all you ever knew," he offered, along with his arm, as she made a move to escort him from their secret rendezvous. "Actually, hold on," he then stopped her midstride. "Let me check to see if the coast is clear."

Cracking the door open, he stuck his head out and gave a glance both ways. As far as he could tell, they were in the clear; however, just as he opened the door wide and made a motion for her to step out, that handsome clerk from earlier came strutting around the corner.

Seriously?

Making eye contact, Liam actually felt his cheeks flush warm, but not because he had just been caught exiting the dressing room with a lady on his arm, but more so because he still really wanted a piece of the delicious man's action. He was so bloody hot, it nearly hurt just to look at him. His masculine scent alone - a mix of musk and sandalwood - made the Brit weak in the knees.

"Issue with a zipper, mate," was all he said, before allowing his lips to form one of his most perfect, dimple-filled smiles. "Hers, not mine. If it were mine, I would've called for you," he then flirted, with a sinful smirk, as they began to walk away.

Zaharia gave a small shrug to that, a little smile on her face, "It wasn't too terrible...my husband was good to me- at least until he wasn't...I found my independence and freedom in the early nineteen hundreds so...I can't say it was terrible, " she told him with a little shrug and a smile at giving him such a casual dip of some period of time. Not the era she was born in but not too far from it.

She would nod at him for that, it was a little cute to see how nervous he was coming out of a changing room with her and when the all-clear was given, they would leave but then he was sputtering. Turning her head, she looked at him, hearing his breathing and heart rate told her everything she needed to know and she would get a wicked idea.

"Hold on a moment, " she told Liam as she would pull from him and go to the Clerk that he so badly wanted. She went over to the handsome human, a sweet smile on her face as she caught his eye and whispered out a command to him. With an entranced state, he would pull out some paper and a pen and write down his number and hand it to her but she did forget to get his name, "Thank you, love, have a good evening, " she told him as she took the number and went over to Liam with an impish smile.

"So...how good of friends are we going to be to one another? " she asked, a mischievous grin on her face as she held the precious folded up piece of paper between her fingers to tease him a little. Oh she wanted to watch him squirm a smidge because hell, he was looking at that man as she had looked at him- the only difference is that man would get a slice of cake and she would be left wonton, so teasing him would have to do.

Watching as the vampire worked her magic - or whatever it was they called it - Liam initially found himself smiling a bit too broadly. Had he appeared so utterly lost yet absolutely smitten with her when she had done the same to him? The man looked like an absolute prat. A relentlessly handsome one, mind you, but an idiot just the same. And the ease with which she slipped inside another's mind! It was both impressive and, he had to admit, alarming. Therefore, by the time she returned with the slip in hand, that initial smile was long gone, replaced by a look of mild concern.

"I sincerely believe we can be the dearest of friends, love, with numerous benefits," he began, as his eyes darted between the folded paper and her playful expression, "but only if you can promise me that you won't toy with me like I'm some mindless puppet on a string. I think you'll find me to be a far more adventurous and willing partner in crime if you allow me to participate with all of my wits about me."

He wasn't trying to be a downer, not at all, but he needed her to understand that he preferred to be a free agent, one that retained his free will whenever possible.

"Now, as for that slip, love..." he mused, as his expression softened and he drew in his lower lip with a flick of his tongue, "I'd be willing to put on a private show, one that contains far more flesh than you just afforded me, but just so you know, I'm still holding you to our initial agreement. You must give me a hand in selecting a new top coat or three. The season is still young and I simply cannot be seen in the same thing twice!"

Zara looked at him and saw the change after she played with the human and she had worked him to get his number but Liam's request wasn't too terrible to ask of but she would give a little smile. "I promise you I have no intentions of playing with your mind- I only did the first time because I was hungry and it's not the simplest thing to ask for, " she told him with a little chuckle, "But I can agree to that- so long as you don't go spreading what I am around and I will give you the same courtesy, " she told him easily.

No, she had no intentions of playing with his head and only would suggest him if he asked for it or if her life depended on it.

Oh, now he was teasing her and she would grin, "I think I am more than happy to agree to that and only three? Please, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be leaving with at least eight, " she told him with a bit of a playful wink, "You should see my coat closet back home- coat for every occasion and even ones that can reverse; those are fun little gems, " she told him as she would walk with him to get to the men's coats. "What's your size- also you still haven't guessed where I'm from correctly, " she told him, holding onto the slip of paper still as she was happily flashing that bit around for him to see but not yet giving it to him because she too could be a tease.

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"Large," Liam replied, as he started to gather up a number of full-length, winter coats he'd been considering when she arrived on the scene. "Sometimes extra-large," he added, with a playful wink and nod, as he tossed one more bulky garment over his broad forearm. "I suppose it depends on the cut," he noted, as he made his way back towards the dressing rooms, "and what I'm wearing - or not wearing - beneath it."

Stepping inside the same booth from before - even though he could've easily tried the pieces on over his current attire, out in the open, right on the salesfloor - Liam, feeling horribly cheeky, proceeded to undress all the way down to his black and white briefs. Sliding his muscular mass into one of the plush furs, he then reached for the door and slowly pushed it open.

"Brace yourself, love," he teased.

Giving Zaharia the best possible view, inch by nearly nude inch, he stood just inside the opening and flaunted his chiseled physique, flexing for her amusement. He had, after all, promised her a show, one that included far more flesh than not. If nothing else, Liam was a man of his word, especially when it came to being naughty in a public place.

"Well, whaddya think?" he inquired, with a lopsided smirk. "Too much?" he was quick to comment, not giving her a chance to reply. "I thought so too," he insisted, as he skillfully stripped off his briefs, somehow managing to keep his family jewels completely covered by the coat as he did.

"Slovakia? Or would it have been Czechoslovakia back then?" he then randomly tossed out, having not forgotten about their little game, as he continued to work for the sexy clerk's number by teasing her with flashes of his firm flesh. "Am I getting warmer?" he then asked, with a grin, as he slowly shut the door, allowing the coat to flap open a split second before it took his fully nude form out of view.

That singular word, large had her biting her lip a little bit, "Do I need to revoke what I said about messing with your mind and make you bi for an evening? " she teased, her tone very playful at that one as she would follow him around and even pick out a rather plush black long fur trench coat and then a top leather coat as well for him. She was not going to let him skimp!

She would hand these to him as he went to the dressing room, she sitting outside with her phone out now as she waited for him and hen grinned, "Oh I’m ready for any- fuck… " she whispered out as she watched him step out in nothing but his underwear.

And snap of a picture there. She was unashamedly staring at him now, blinking and biting her lip as she couldn’t think straight or comment yet because the man was more scandalous than herself! And that was saying a lot from a vampire's perspective.

"So help me, Liam…if I don’t get to be a fly on your wall one day to just enjoy the show, " she told him, snapping a couple of more pictures while biting her lip still. "Oh keep going…those coats need to be added to your collection for sure, " she told him with a slight purr in her tone. The fact that he looked that sinfully good and was just a psych and wasn’t going to live forever rocking that body…she might have to see if he wanted to join the dark side.

"Oh you are dangerously close to where I was born, " she praised him as she would keep watching, "You know…you might need to do a few slow turns with the next one, " she told him. Oh man, she was practically salivating at his lovely visage in front of her; why couldn't this man be bi? It was a constant thought in her head now and it was stuck on loop.

More than happy to accommodate her request, in a slightly different way - mostly because he enjoyed the element of surprise - Liam, still nude, proceeded to snatch up a much shorter shearling. Sliding himself into the thick, expertly crafted leather, he then positioned himself, just so, with his broad back facing the door. Without any delay, he slid it open, giving Zaharia the picture-perfect view of his toned glutes, which were on full - and I mean FULL - display, just beneath the hem of the coat. Flexing once more, he made the two solid orbs dance for her.

"Is this one to your liking, love?" he asked, knowing full well from experience that the coat was surely the last thing to catch her eye. "I think it shows off my best assets, don't you?" he continued to tease, and flex, and playfully smirk over his shoulder.

Continuing like this for the better part of the next half hour or so, Liam taunted and teased the equally risqué vampire, showing her nearly every sculpted inch of his fit form, from every conceivable angle. By the end of the stimulating show, he had decided to walk away with no less than six new coats; however, by about midway through their time together, he had decided that he really enjoyed this woman's company, even if she wasn't as tall or as handsome as the smoldering salesclerk.

"So?" he would then ask of her, as their shopping spree came to its very expensive conclusion, seeing that they - well, he more so than she - both now stood outside of the store with numerous bags in hand. "Did I do enough to earn a certain little something? I mean, I'm well aware that I completely failed to determine your German origins," he joked, with a knowing twinkle in his eye, as he casually slid in his final and, he safely assumed, correct answer, seeing that he had purposefully exhausted all of his other options, over the course of the last thirty minutes, "but I certainly feel like I and, more specifically, this buff bod, more than held up my very tight end of this newfound friendship."

"So?" he then asked again, as his eyes roamed across her slim form in search of his reward. "Will I be spending my night alone or in the sculpted arms of Mr. Right Now?"

This man was a walking sin and she could only just smile and bite her lip watching him as he gave her a little show right here at the store. She was enjoying all that he was willing to show her, all for a slip of paper, gosh he was a treat!

"Mm I think it does, it teases the eye and makes you want to see more- and touch more, " she told him with a little playful grin. SHE wanted to touch more but she respected that he wasn't into her like she was to him, she'd have to settle for these peaks that she was getting, and boy was he toying her with them.

This was making her take mental notes on what to put on next, if he thought he was daring he hadn't seen anything yet with her. She was more than willing to show him how much skin she too was willing to show with a simple coat; though these coats were now going to be imprinted for nothing but scandal now with him wearing them.

Zara would slowly push herself up from her spot and walk over to him, a little sway in her hips as she did so with the bit of paper between her fingers, "Oh, you seemed to have found out my birth country... I may have to quiz you a bit to see if you have the knowledge to pinpoint where all I've lived, " she told him with a little bit of a grin; what vampire didn't like talking about themselves? Sure she'd leave out some details that even she didn't want to drag from the depths of her memories but that was here nor there.

She would play with the paper for a moment and then hold it out to him, "I expect a call to know how that night went, it's why I slipped my number on the other side of the paper, " she told him with a little impish grin. "Mmm and I would say you did hold up your rather...sculpted end of the deal Liam...now when will I get the pleasure of spending more time with you hmm? " she asked, her tone very playful right now but she also very much wanted to see where this interesting friendship would go.

Carefully snatching the slip from her slender fingers, Liam's expression quickly morphed from one of delight to surprise, raised eyebrow and all, as she informed him about the additional number. "Maybe I should consider a career in striptease," he mused, "or was it the way that I tasted, which has you practically begging me for more?"

Naturally, he was teasing her, since she wasn't exactly on her knees, pleading for his affections, but still, the swiftness with which she opened herself up to him was unexpected. Although, with her years of experience, she could probably see a promising prospect, such as himself, coming at her from a mile away. He knew he was a catch, even if only as a friend, and he was starting to think the same could be said for her.

"The next week or so is going to be rather hectic, what with the holidays just around the corner, but I'm sure we can work something out," Liam assured her. "Even if it's for a midnight snack," he added, with a wink, as he subtly stroked the side of his neck.

Zara gave him a bit of a smile, "Mm you should, you'll make a mint if you strip teased...and if you wanted to avoid touchy clients don't they have a spot on the internet for that? " she asked before sticking the tip of her tongue out at him a little bit, "Oh darling...I never beg, " she told him and there was a bit of a dangerous underline to that phrase for her. She wouldn't elaborate on that one for him though, she was having far too much fun to sour things.

She would move over to where her own coat was and slid it onto herself as he told her how busy he would be for the holidays and she would nod. She herself would not be busy in the slightest.

"Mm only midnight? Can't be one am or maybe ten? " she asked, her tone teasing him a little bit. Having a ready meal source was always welcome in her book but this one still interested her. She wanted to learn a bit more about this strange psychic that didn't smell like a psychic at all. He just smelt...human and it was odd, what an odd ability. "Let me know when your free...new years shopping is always one of my favorite past times and I have this inkling of a feeling that you like to shop a lot, " she told him with a little mischievous twinkle in her eye. She'd make his wallet cry knowing her, "Though...we might need to go to a jewelry store next, " she mused out thinking.

"Whatever would have given you that idea, love?" he replied, with a dimpled smirk, as he lifted the large collection of garment bags, only to keep the ones hanging from his left hand raised, so that the diamond-encrusted Rolex, which sat heavy on his thick wrist, could easily be seen. "I don't typically indulge in fancy baubles," he lied, as he flashed the pretty timepiece, "but for you, I could certainly make the exception."

"Granted, it won't be as much fun as this, since jewelry stores lack dressing rooms," he teased, as he now lowered his arm, "but I'm sure we could work something out."

"Oh! Perhaps we could have the jeweler come to us?" he then exclaimed, with a twinkle in his eye, as he took a few slow steps away. "But, only if he's handsome and easily persuadable. Anything less just won't do, for such a playful pair of shopaholics. Am I right, love?"

Oh she smiled even more at that, "Mmm I don't know...but you give off the vibe of I like to sleep and lounge in comfortable things- or nothing at all, " she said with a playful grin at that. She too loved to just lounge in nothing and lay on silks if allowed to. "Well, I'll have to change your mind on the fancy baubles then won't I? Find something that goes perfectly with your beautiful eyes, " she complimented him. Oh those eyes that had her horribly smitten for the time.

"I am rather sure we will be able to find a way to make it work for the both of us, " she said before he was giving off a rather lovely idea!

"Mm yes, very much; he has to live up to both our standards now- it might have to be two...one wearing while one shows us the items, " she suggested mischievously. Oh this plan was desirable and maybe she'd get a free snack from it as well; that too was all too perfect for her as well.

"You know...I feel the need to offer my...abilities should you ever have need of them- the cost though after would be the pleasure of your company, " she said with a sweet smile directed his way.

"Abilities, you say?" Liam openly pondered, and then found himself silently pondering some more, as he took both her and the offer in, in full. "I may just have to take you up on such a generous offer," he then informed her, with a serious look upon his face, which quickly melted away, only to be replaced by the flirty, dimple-filled one from a moment before. "I have one or two hidden talents myself..." he tossed out, with a naughty grin, leaving it up to her to decide if he meant in the bedroom or beyond.

While she knew what he was, she didn't exactly know the extent of his own abilities. Granted, the same could be said in return. He was still learning about the true nature of her kind. How many of their myths and legends were actually true? She obviously had the ability to manipulate his mind, but could she, say, transform into an animal? How strong was she? How quick? Did sunlight, silver or even garlic cripple her? What could kill her, for good?

"...but I don't believe this to be the best time or the right place to explore them all," he then finished off his original statement. "Shall we part here, with the promise to meet again, as soon as the holiday season is put to rest?"

Zara gave a nod of her head to that, "Mmhmm, " she would tell him with a little nod to that. A grin rose to her lips then, even at his serious nature for a moment that melted away, she was smiling, "Oh I can't wait to see them then, " she told him, her voice all but purring happily at that one. She wanted to know! He was teasing her and it was cruel but alas she would have to survive and just enjoy knowing that she helped him get hooked up for the evening.

A slight incline of her head was given, "Another time in a more private setting- you give me a call though, since you did the worst of the teasing this evening, " she told him, giving him a rather playful pout. Oh he had pulled out all the devilish cards, so she was willing to be a little petty; also she tended to space on some things if she got distracted.

"I do look forward to another shopping trip and hearing how your time with Mr. green eyes went, " she told him with a smile and a wink. It had turned into a perfect evening, even though she had suggested him to let her bite him, it turned out well enough in the end and she was rather happy with the outcome of things.