The fine line between the hunter and the hunted.

Who: Zed and Jules
When: 8:30ish & on
Where: Babylon & Jules' house
Warning: NSFW - NC17

Home. Jules was glad to be back in Marquette. Sure she'd missed the bustle of the city life back in Beverly, but she'd gotten so used to the slowed down life style that spending the weekend in the bustle of the Hills was a bit of a shock. She'd managed to get her dad straightened out and met a client, but she wasn't about to stay in California for the whole trial, so once things were in place, Jules hopped a plane back into town. She'd worked her entire birthday away and hadn't yet had a chance to have her first 'legal' drink since she'd turned twenty-one the previous day, so to the bar it was. The first one she found was Babylon, so she parked her car and headed inside, dressed to kill in a tight little sky-blue skirt that matched her eyes and a white low-necked long-sleeved shirt. Pulling off her jacket and draping it over the seat next to her, she climbed up on the stool and waited for the bartender to come over.

Zed finished filling a little bowl on the bar with pretzels before taking a few steps down to the customer that had just seated herself. He put on his most charming smirk and nodded to her. The young woman's eyes were striking and he couldn't help but look right into them.

"Can I get something for you?" he asked, randomly selecting one of the many canned phrases that he'd taken to using as openers. He had a love-hate relationship with the customer service aspect of his job, just as he had a love-hate relationship with having a job at all. It was early enough in the night that he wasn't yet feeling pressed in on by the bar itself, though.

When his eyes caught hers and he got close enough, Jules felt a curious strangeness about the man. An odd, indescribable sensation that had her unable to open her mouth to answer him for a short moment. She blinked, assessing his question and then nodded. "Uh... yeah. Something decently alcoholic that'll wet my appetite for a nice buzz. Any recommendations?" she questioned. Despite the odd feeling that seemed to radiate off of the man, she couldn't help but let her eyes wander over him for a quick look before moving back to his eyes again. Odd. Strange. Bordering on creepy.

"Depends entirely on your tastes. If you like fruity things, I'd say a strawberry daiquiri. Something a little more average Joe, go for a Jack and Coke or rum and Coke. If you're old enough to be drowning your sorrows," Zed said and shrugged. She looked about as old as he looked, maybe a little younger. There was no telling in Babylon with the varied clientele. She could've been twice his age and he'd never know. None of that mattered in the long run since she was so nice to look at.

She bit her bottom lip as she pondered her selection. "I'm not in a fruity mood, and I don't like to think of myself as... average..." she told him. "I'm in the mood for something a little more... hard." Her eyes met his as she said the final word, knowing exactly how it came out. "Be a dear and pick me out something good." She let her purse strap fall from her shoulder as she sifted through for her actual license. No more using the fake one. "And yes... my first legal drink." she told him, setting the card on the counter and pushing it forward with a perfectly manicured finger. "Just in case you don't believe me." she smiled. Creepy vibe or not, he was a fine specimen of a man.

It took a lot of willpower for Zed not to break out into a real grin at her comment, catching her meaning exactly. He licked his lips and nodded, still smirking as his eyes scanned over her license.

"A celebration then. I'm happy to do the honors! Please tell me you're not planning on getting buck wild all by yourself, Juliana," he said as he turned around and started eyeballing the bottles he was going to need once he grabbed a glass. He had something in mind that she might like. Bartending had turned out to be part learning experience and part finesse. Years in Vegas, trying anything and everything he could get his hands on, had done a good job of giving Zed a bit of a head start in the finesse department since he had no formal education in anything.

"Jules." she said almost immediately after her full name left his lips. She collected her license and tucked it away in her purse once more, setting it atop her jacket beside her. She watched him as he moved towards the bottles, eyes tracing over his backside. A perfectly shaped brow arched slightly and it was her turn to smirk. His front was nice, but his backside was even better. "And I'm afraid I am getting wild alone. Be prepared, I might get drunk enough to climb up on this bar." she teased.

Zed mixed her drink and laughed lightly at the idea of her getting up on the bar and doing entertaining things. Personally he liked the idea, but he had to be aware of the fact that Mistress Eris might not like people scuffing up the bartop with their shoes. Or falling over and breaking their necks. Genuinely dead people weren't very entertaining anyway unless they were defying the natural order somehow. He liked those sorts of dead people best. As it was he'd finished mixing her drink, garnished with a thin lemon slice, and with a little flourish of one hand slid the glass in front of her on a little napkin.

"Long Island ice tea, guaranteed to contain no tea and get you better than buzzed. And I'm Zed, your intoxication coordinator for the evening. Let me know if you need anything else. Though I'm short on drinking buddies right now." He gestured to the rest of the room, which was fairly empty for it being so early in the night.

She smiled at him first, then the glass before her. Fingertips curling around the drink she let her tongue trail lightly over her full bottom lip as she raised the glass and took a slow sip. Blue eyes behind dark lashes flicked up to catch his. Setting the drink back down she smiled again and licked away the traces of a very well made Long Island ice tea. "Good choice." she commended. Zed. An odd name for an odd man. It fit.

"There's a secret to a well made drink. It's ironic, but true," he said and put both hands on the edge of his side of the bar. He glanced around automatically, looking for any new customers who might have trickled in or ones already seated who might be approaching soon for a refill. He didn't want to get into a real conversation and get completely distracted. Or, he did, but he wasn't paid to be distracted by beautiful women. Then again that might not have been entirely true if he thought about it. But he was in the middle of another thought with Jules. Irony. One of his favorite subjects. "I can let you in on the trick if you promise not to spill it to any third parties."

She bit her bottom lip and let the tip of her pointer finger move across the rim of her glass as she leaned in a bit closer. "A secret?" she questioned softly. "I'm sure I can keep my mouth closed for you, gorgeous." she breathed.

Zed leaned in a little as well, folding his arms over the edge of the bartop and taking another pretend glance around to add to the idea of mock conspiracy. He was well aware that this revelation would mean all of nothing to her, not nearly as much as it did to him, but hopefully it would amuse her and keep her talking. It was strange that such a lovely example of a human female, just barely an adult, was drinking alone. "The secret to a well made drink is to not measure. Guesstimation. Estimation. Whatever you want to call it. Make it the 'right way' once, then eyeball it the rest of the time. Chaotic liquid perfection in a glass," he said and leaned back again with a smaller self satisfied smile. It was the same with everything else of course, but he wasn't about to go off on a tangent about genetics or the elements. They'd only just met.

She didn't listen to his words, instead her eyes lingered on his lips as he spoke them. The way they parted as his voice wrapped around the syllables was far more attractive than anything he could have possibly been saying about drinks and measurements and whatever else there was in there. "Sounds like you know what you're talking about." she noted. Feed the ego, the way to a man's heart. Or at least into his pants. She was really more interested in the latter.

"I do. Or I make it up as I go. Which ends up being the same thing." Zed's ego was always hungry, and it was nice not to be the only one feeding it for a change. "Now that you know all about bartending, I'm curious what it is you do. Modeling?" Which he figured might not be that far fetched of a guess, despite the fact that even sitting down he could tell she was short. She was petite, though, and had a beautiful face with expressive, confident eyes. And according to her license she was a California girl.

The sip of drink she'd been taking almost choked her when she laughed out loud at the comment. Regaining her composure and replacing the drink on the napkin she shook her head, her fingers covering her mouth. "No. Heavens, no." she said. "I'm a personal assistant. I run errands and look hot at meetings and on trips. Kind of like... a portable piece of awesome art." she said with a shrug. "Depending on if you'd think of me as a work of art."

"That sounds a lot more fun than being a trophy wife. Art should be shown off, not coveted. I wish I got to go on trips for my job. Do you go anywhere besides California?" He let his mind traipse around in a mildly related string of thoughts. It was all about information gathering. Location, location, location. And then, of course, the personal affairs that went along with being human and having familial and social connections that were cared about.

At first she wondered how he knew she was from California, but then she realized that her license still was from there. "You pick up on little details." she said with a smirk. "I've been to Europe once." she told him. And I'm from California. Lived in Beverly my whole life up until a couple months ago."

"Europe... I'd love to travel there. What brings you all the way out here? Just business? Marquette's nothing like LA." Marquette wasn't like any other place, obviously. Zed was amused at his own irresponsible chit chat and was smiling at Jules all over again. It was difficult to keep his mind on friendly, socially acceptable but invasive questions when he was picturing her on a nude beach in some foreign country. While he still found the human form comical and awkward in a practical sense, he'd come to appreciate it and what it could do over the years. It was hard not to as he spent so much time playing human.

"My grandmother died and left me her house so I packed up my things and hung up my bikini for some snowshoes." she said with a teasing little smile. The smile on his face almost gave away everything he was thinking. Now she wanted to toy with him a bit. She leaned forward slightly, elbows on the counter, her low-cut sweater giving him quite the view of her cleavage. "What about you, doll? I don't think I've seen your face around town. It's not very big, you been here long? I'm pretty sure I'd remember if I'd seen you before. Unless of course your wife has been keeping you locked away."

Laughing, Zed took a step back from the bar for a moment, his hand hovering over his mouth as if he was only poorly stifling his laugh. Usually he tried to contain his mirth, since a fang revealing grin was inevitable. The idea of him having a wife was hilarious, though, and he couldn't keep it in. Holy matrimony. Bound to another being for who knew how long! Once he'd recovered himself he pressed his lips together and smirked again, gray eyes flicking from her chest back up to meet her bright eyes once more.

"I've been around for a little while, here and there. Now mostly here." He tapped his index finger on the bar and shrugged one shoulder. "I'm not exactly the marrying type."

His laughter was infectious and she caught a case of giggles herself. "Me either." she admitted. "Being stuck with someone for god knows how long. Not my idea of a fun time. So much more fulfilling to have a warm body and a full bed when you want it, and an empty one when you don't, don't you think?" she questioned.

"Naturally," Zed said, leaning on the bar again and glancing around superficially to make sure he wasn't accidentally ignoring other patrons. Sundays weren't exactly popular nights for bar hopping since most people had to work a nine-to-five the next day. "Variety is the spice of life. You're not a mind reader, are you?" His smirk turned more playful as he quirked a brow.

She smirked at that. "I dunno, how 'bout you tell me what exactly is on your mind?" she offered up. Again her eyes drifted up to capture his again, her bottom lip catching between her teeth in a face she was certain caught and held the attention of many a male.

"That would be a breach of the bartender and bar patron contract. Or, I should say, that's my line." He pointed at her as if to say she was being naughty, but his steady smirk betrayed him entirely. "Besides it would be a lot more fun to show you." He glanced at his watch. It was still way too early for his liking. At least the flirty conversation with Jules was keeping him preoccupied. And if he was lucky it might lead to more than a happy distraction from being stuck in one place for hours on end. "Unfortunately I'd get fired for that kind of demonstration. Probably."

"Fired? Really? Now you've got me intrigued as to what could possibly be going on inside that head of yours." She smiled and leaned just a bit closer. "I don't even get a hint?" she whispered. "Not even a little clue? A teensy little preview?"

"You might think I'm dastardly instead of a perfect gentleman," he said quietly back, just for her to hear. Over her shoulder he caught sight of a fairly regular customer making his way towards the bar. He automatically straightened up and shot Jules a wink before sliding down the bar to meet the other customer and take his order. Once that was taken care of, a simple mix of a drink in exchange for payment, Zed stepped back over to Jules again. Hands on the bar once more he regarded her carefully, appraising her almost. "I've heard this is a terrible neighborhood for beautiful young women to wander around in after dark. If you're still around after we close up could I give you a ride? Designated driver and all that."

She smiled at his offer and shrugged her shoulders slightly. "Oh... I dunno. That all depends really. However would I get back to get my car in the morning?" she questioned. He was bad. Almost as bad as she was and she was liking every little smirk he made and she found herself liking the way that his eyes trailed across her. "Besides... I wouldn't want to put you out or anything. I'm sure I could call a taxi or something..."

"I knew you'd start thinking I wasn't a gentleman," he bowed his head as he chuckled. It was a personal irony, because he was only a gentleman so far as it served his ulterior motives. Given the topic of conversation though, he wagered she knew that was a given. "You'd have to pay for a taxi. That's hard earned money you could be spending on more celebratory alcohol instead."

"Being a gentleman is vastly overrated." she said, eyes ticking up to his as she took another sip of her drink. "And too much celebratory alcohol could have me in a position where someone could take advantage of me. You wouldn't want that now would you? Tiny little thing like me, so easily overpowered and all. It'd be just dreadful. I might have to enlist your services for more than my alcohol intake. Might have to take you on as a bodyguard."

"Bartender, bodyguard, escort... because it sounds infinitely better than taxi driver," Zed said and counted off on his fingers, a slow smile returning to his face. He liked the back and forth of flirting quite a lot, and Jules had a gift for it. It reminded him of hunting, and how no matter how well you set things up, you never really knew how they would go. "I'm multi-talented, what can I say?"

"Any other services that you offer?" she questioned, her tongue trailing lightly over her bottom lip as she raised her glass again to down the last bit of her drink. She shot him a look over the rim of the glass conveying exactly where her mind was, though she was sure he already knew. He had, after all, offered her a ride home. She was pretty sure that ride included more than just the taxi service portion of a ride.

"A few. Again, something much better demonstrated than explained." He nodded to her glass then, stealing another lascivious look at her on his glance back up to her baby blues. "Did you want another drink?"

She smiled. "Well if I'm going to be keeping you company til the bar closes, I suppose I should be kept in with drinks, right?" she questioned. "I should at least get one more drink if you need something to keep your eyes occupied while you slave away behind the bar."

"Slave is such a strong word. It's more like... toil. With scenery," he commented, pausing only for a moment of reflection on how this night was wonderfully out of the ordinary. Zed had no use for doldrums. He nodded and got a fresh glass to start mixing her second drink in. "Another Long Island? Or are you feeling adventurous?"

She grinned. "I'm always up for a bit of adventure. Surprise me." Silently she was thanking the bar gods for letting her walk into this bar. Maybe the annoyance that her birthday was spent working would be stamped out with a little bit of bartender fun. "Or you could just pour me a nice little shot of you. Though I doubt you're on the menu, right?" There was no point in playing around. Jules knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for it.

"Not on the house menu." He smirked up at her for just a moment as he poured together a drink that was such a bright blue it almost matched her eyes perfectly. This one was garnished with two cherries impaled on a little plastic sword. "Blue lagoon. I knew a girl in Vegas who swore up and down this drink was the only one worth drinking. A little lighter than the Long Island," he said as he slid it over to her.

"Vegas, huh? Guess you get around yourself." she said, taking the little sword with the cherries and twirling it through the drink. She raised it to her mouth, running her tongue lightly across one of the cherries before wrapping her lips around it and pulling it slowly off the sword. Her eyes remained on him the whole time. She knew what she was doing and she knew that he was watching.

"You could say that," he said vaguely and licked his lips subconsciously. He glanced at his watch again. A ridiculously small amount of time had passed since he'd last looked at it. Why did he have a job again? Oh, right, there was merit to not being a bum. Such as having a place to take people he was socially involved with. He decided he was feeling particularly lucky.

She bit her lower lip when he licked his. God that was hot. Damn the fact that they were in the bar and there were people around. If he'd not been on the clock she may have been tempted to just jump over the counter and have her way with him. Hell, she was tempted, but she held herself at bay and didn't. The hours ticked by fairly quickly with the steady flirting back and forth between the two of them. A few drinks and a couple customers tacked in there somewhere as well. By the time the bar seemed to be nearing a close, she was feeling more than a little tipsy though not as drunk as she could have gotten. She wanted to remember whatever the night might have to offer and being completely sloshed just wasn't an option. "So... still up for giving me that ride?" she questioned with a little grin.

"Of course. Let's get out of here," he said with a smirk after he'd checked the clock and gave the place a once over. He finished a last wipe down of the bar top, held up a finger to Jules to indicate he'd just be a minute, then he headed over to the club section to talk to the other bartender for a moment. Once that was all cleared up he was ready to get some fresh air and be out in the open. If he could've gotten away with smoking, he would've done it just for the potential of smoke breaks. Torturing himself, however? Not on his vague mental list of things he wanted to do in his lifetime. Once he'd rounded the bar again he held his hand out to Jules in case she wanted help down from the bar stool, a small smile back in place. "I'm not going to have to carry you, am I? You look like you're just pleasantly buzzed."

She smiled, taking his hand and slowly sliding down off the stool, her skirt raised slightly on her thighs, but she didn't bother pulling it down. All the vital parts were covered. That was good enough. She grabbed her jacket and slipped it on, and slid her purse onto her arm. "I don't think I'm so drunk I can't walk." she noted. "But you're more than welcome to carry me if you really would like." she teased, heading in the direction of the door. Her hips swayed with the steps she took and she knew he'd follow, after he watched for a moment.

Zed allowed himself a grin since her back was turned. Sexuality, sex... it was all wonderful. Primal and instinctive. Writhing around wherever and just letting go of the trappings of human culture in the name of the moment and pleasure. It reminded him of his real home without making him homesick.

He followed after Jules, more like a predator preparing to strike than a puppy dog obediently following someone, and grabbed his coat on the way out. The thing he hated about Marquette was the same thing he'd hated about Vegas: the extreme temperatures. At least it was still autumn, but the chill in the early morning air was enough.

"My car's over here," he said, gesturing once he'd zipped up his jacket. The beat up Buick had seen better days, but the thing was like a freaking tank even with the spotty rust along the edges of the wheel wells and four different shades of paint in gloss and primer. He fished his black knit cap out of his jacket pocket and put it on, then smirked down at her. "Where to, m'lady? Your chariot awaits."

She smiled at him, reaching for the passenger door handle. "My house." she told him, giving him the short directions, quickest and most easy way from the bar. It wasn't far, barely a few minutes drive. She opened the door, taking the time to actually straighten her skirt, pulling it down where it was supposed to be again. It was cool out and her thighs were freezing with the small amount of cloth covering them. Sliding into the car and pulling the door closed she smirked to herself. A drink was definitely a good idea tonight, now if she played her cards right, she'd have that shot of him that she'd wanted. She was relentless and had every intention of getting what she wanted.

If he'd had any real social propriety, Zed would've been relieved that his future one night stand wouldn't be subjected to the mess that was his apartment. Instead he was hopeful she wasn't a complete neat freak. And a freak in the sack. Nothing wrong with breaking a few things while getting it on. But there was something about perfectly organized living spaces that made him cringe. It was the same way he felt in libraries and bookstores. Too much order invited a little chaos.

The drive to her place didn't take long at all and was fairly quiet considering Zed was caught up in his tumultuous thoughts about everything and nothing. And he'd ripped the radio out after accidentally tuning in to a classical station that was playing string music. The violin solo had set him into a trance and he'd skimmed a few mailboxes against the passenger side. He'd laughed about it after the fact, but it wasn't something he wanted to chance happening again. He didn't want to drive himself obliviously into the lake or anything.

"You live all by yourself?" he asked as he turned onto the final street. "Or am I going to have to fight off a live in boyfriend or two for your attention?"

As he pulled up in front of the two story house, she shook her head and laughed at his question. "No live in boyfriend. If there's anyone inside, it'd be Sasha, a friend of mine who you don't have to fight off. He's not exactly... attracted to me." she chuckled as she climbed out of the car, shutting it behind her and making her way towards the front door. She sifted through her purse for her keys and unlocked the door. Entering the living room she sat her bag and keys down on the table by the couch and pulled off her jacket.

The room was fairly large. Magazines strewn across the coffee table, a large grand piano with sheet music covering most of it and her jumbled desk in the back corner. "Sorry about the mess." she said, hanging the jacket by the door and waiting for him to step inside before shutting the door behind him.

Zed was initially boggled at the idea of someone not finding Jules attractive, but once they were inside he was too amused at her idea of a mess to dwell on it. "Nice place," he said, looking around and taking in the decor as he pulled off his hat and jacket and hung them up with hers. But as soon as his eyes settled on her again he stepped over to her, leaned down and kissed her like he'd been wanting to for hours.

Jules was pleased with herself. More than pleased. Thrilled came close to describing it. He'd initiated the kiss, meaning he was more than interested in everything she'd been hoping he'd be interested in. Thank God. It'd been quite a bit of time since her last escapade and even then it was with a high schooler, the slight change with an older man might prove even more interesting. Not that Gabe was bad, quite the opposite, but older men tended to be more dominating and that was what Jules was hoping for.

Zed taking the initiative gave that hope a little bit of an inflation. He knew what he wanted, he went for it, a good sign. Her arms moved upwards and around the mans neck, one sliding up into his hair and tugging a handful of it. She tilted her head slightly, getting a better angle to move her lips against his. She wondered just how much initiative he'd take. She'd made her move, now it was his turn.

Instead of tasting like an odd blend of various mixers, she just tasted like alcohol to him. He was only marginally worried about her noticing his elongated canines anymore. It was fun when humans flipped out anyway. He'd noted the couch was really too far away to lead her over to without breaking the kiss for too long. It had been a while, and he was enjoying the little war their tongues were waging. So he lifted her up, pleased that she wrapped her legs around him and not totally surprised to discover by feel that she was either wearing a thong or nothing at all underneath her little skirt. He cracked an eye open just enough to see that he wasn't about to ram into the coffee table as he carried her over towards the couch. He paused long enough to get a better grip on her ass and shift her back up the inch or two she'd slid down.

Her lips trailed away from his, moving across his cheek and down his neck, smirking slightly against the skin as he shifted her back up, his hands gripping tight against her backside. Her arms around his neck tightened slightly to avoid falling. Her legs around his waist crossed at the ankle. She parted her lips, lightly sucking and biting at the flesh of his neck as her mouth found it's way up to his ear. "So... how bout that demonstration of exactly what kind of services you offer?" she whispered, her breath coming out warm against his skin.

"Mmm... that involves less clothes, more skin," he whispered back, tilting his head slightly to give her a little better angle for the moment. Further proof in his mind that everyone needed to just walk around naked. He turned and pressed her back up against the nearest wall space for added support and kissed her greedily again. One hand started to wander, his fingers slipping under the lacy fabric of her underwear and teasing her. "Sweater? Off."

She let out a soft little hybrid of a whimper and a moan when his hands found their way beneath her thong. She simply nodded and ran her fingers over her body, trailing down her sweater and pulling it up and over her head. She let the garment drop to the floor then moved her mouth against his again. She was a bit too drunk to even notice anything different about his teeth aside from the fact that they were a bit sharper than Gabe's, or any other guy she'd been with as of late for that matter. She hadn't exactly been staring at his teeth either, so it made the fact that he had fangs less apparent.

Zed thought she felt amazing and he just wanted inside of her already, dammit. Damn clothes. And damn fear of procreation. He pulled back just a little, but didn't stop teasing her with his fingers. "Got any condoms? I left mine in the car," he said quietly and smirked at her, taking a glance down for a moment at her bra. That needed to be off as well, but one thing at a time.

She bit her bottom lip and nodded. "Upstairs." she told him. "Bedroom." She raised a brow slightly at him, letting her eyes tick to his. She was amused with the way his own eyes were pouring over her chest. "Issues with clothing, dollface?" she questioned.

"Just find them pointless. Unnatural. In the way." He shifted his hold on her back to her thighs before letting her slide down between him and the wall. His eyes closed for a second as her body ran over his already hard cock. Jeans were also pointless. "Lead the way, beautiful."

"Pointless? In the way?" she smiled at that and moved out from between him and the wall. She reached behind her and unzipping the skirt, letting it fall to the floor and stepping out of it. Little black heels and sky blue undergarments. If you really wanted to call them that. With her back to him, he had a full view of her backside, nothing but a little triangular piece of fabric and some string to hide her unmentionables. She didn't bother telling him to come along, she knew he'd follow. She made her way towards the stairs, then up them, her hips rocking out a rhythm with each step she took.

Zed was grinning like a kid in a candy shop. He ditched his shirt and shoes before he even made it to the stairs. Then stepped out of his jeans on the way up, using the banister for balance. Jules knew what the hell she was doing with her body, that was for damn sure. Two of her would've been even hotter than just the one. It was too bad she didn't have a twin. Or she might've, who knew, but said imaginary twin was nowhere in sight. When he reached the top of the stairs he was left in socks and boxers with bright yellow smiley faces on them.

She turned around again to face him when she reached the landing. Smirking to herself and raising an eyebrow as she poured over his happy boxers, and even happier body beneath said boxers. She reached out for his hand, snagging it and letting her fingers wrap around his as she pulled him into her bedroom. She reached behind her with her free hand, unhooking her bra. She didn't bother shutting the door behind them. Sasha'd just have to deal with a little indecency if he chose to come around now. Releasing her grip on his hand she slowly slid the straps down her shoulders, then held the bra in place with her hands. Blue eyes darted up to meet his and she smirked again. "How bad do you want to see the rest of me?" she asked him softly.

He tilted his head to the side and arched a brow as he slid his boxers down enough to let them fall to the floor. Zed stood there, nude save for his feet, looking as comfortable as if he owned the place. He had no shame. His eyes flicked down at himself and back up suggestively. "Pretty damn bad," he said and ran his tongue over his teeth.

With no light but that which was coming through the open door from the hall, his fangs still went unnoticed. His lower half, however, did not. She spent a long moment all but gawking at the man before her before realizing that he was in fact before her and she no longer wanted to play. She was more than ready for the little bit of teasing to be over and the main event to begin. She let the bra fall away from her body and slowly slid the thong down her thighs, pulling it off and leaving the strappy black heels in place. If he didn't want them on her, he'd just have to tell her so.

He stepped over to her again and ran his hands down her sides before pulling her close, just to feel her smooth skin pressed against him. While he wouldn't have minded getting a better view of her, he was partial to the near darkness. Then he was backing her up slowly towards the bed even if the floor would've been just fine. "Maybe I should let you get a condom instead of rifling through all your things?" he said with an amused smile.

She smirked at him and nodded, shifting away from him and climbing up on the bed, purposely on all fours to give him an even better perspective of her back end. She sifted through the bedside table and came up with his requested condom. Crawling back towards him slowly, she bit her bottom lip, then ran her fingertips up his stomach and across his chest. She held up the tiny square foiled wrapper and smirked. "Your move, dollface."

He'd been fighting back the urge to just throw her down and fuck her, irregardless of her personal safety or comfort. She could've passed out from smacking her head on something and he wouldn't have given a damn and gone for it anyway. It wasn't like she hadn't been begging for it in her own way. She wanted it. He wanted it. But he couldn't get careless. Marquette was too small of a town to go around doing exactly as he pleased. The facade of humanity had to remain in the company of humans. He had to bide his time in all things like he usually did. He relaxed his shoulders and exhaled a deep breath, licked his lips, then plucked the condom lightly from her hand. The last thing he wanted was some half breed spawn running around that he couldn't even eat.

"Lay down," he said and stroked himself slowly a few times to get his focus back, letting his eyes rove over what he could see of her in the dim light.

She wasn't objecting to being told what to do, in fact it was a welcome change from some of the men she'd been with who let her be the dominating one. She did as he'd told her and shifted further back on the bed, turning over and laying on her back. For now she left her heels on since he'd not directed otherwise. She propped herself up on her elbows and gave him an inviting little smile. "What would you like me to do next?" she questioned. She wanted him talking, telling her what to do and how to do it. She couldn't help but find it sexy as hell to hear his voice in such a demanding tone.

In the middle of putting the condom on, Zed glanced up and smiled. "Spread your legs." Missionary was a good place to start, but a boring way to finish. He climbed up onto the bed and crawled over to her as soon as she did what she was told. With one hand braced on the bed next to her, he used the other to guide himself in just enough. Without a warning other than a broadening of his smile he buried himself inside of her, watching her face carefully.

She'd been concentrating on his face in the darkness, her eyes adjusting just enough that she could trace over the curve of his cheeks and lines of his jaw. Letting the blue pools find his lips again she watched as they curled upwards into a grin and was somewhat startled by the sudden movement against her. She let out a surprised little noise that bordered on a scream and her elbows seemed to lose the bones beneath the flesh. She fell back against the bed, head tilting backwards and eyes snapping shut. She urged her muscles to stop tightening against him. "Fuck..." she whispered, eyelids fluttering open again as she tilted her head to look up at him. Her fingertips drifted across his skin as she snaked her arms around his neck, lips moving to once more press against his.

He kissed her greedily as he started thrusting into her, taking in how amazing she felt beneath him, around him. He had to break the kiss as he slowed his pace momentarily, breathing heavily already. But being in one position for any real length of time made him restless. He kissed her again, then rolled over, pulling her with him as gracefully as possible with so many limbs to get in the way. She was instructed to ride him and Zed couldn't keep his hands off of her while she did. Breasts, stomach, and back to teasing her again. But then he was pulling her back down to him again and rolling them both onto their sides, one of her legs hiked up over his side as he slammed into her over and over again.

It was hard to keep up with his frenzied movements, but she did her best and enjoyed every little turn and thrust and touch he gave against her. She was surprised by his forcefulness and mentally thought about how bruised and sore she'd be in the morning, but damn it felt good right now. Each thrust he gave was met with a whimper, a moan, hell sometimes even a sharp little squeal. He knew what he was doing, almost as if the movements were planned out before he even touched her. Her mouth found it's way to his neck and she bit him, her teeth sank into the flesh as best she could manage with the jarring motions her body made as he pounded against her. His skin muffling her cries, but only slightly.

"Ah fuck," he groaned out. For a split second he tensed up, thinking he might have totally missed the mark about her and she was really another demon, but a lack of real, lasting pain meant she was just a bit of a freak. He didn't mind.

Restless again he rolled them over once more, feeling like he was getting close, but caught up in the rush of the moment. But he was too focused on Jules and what he was doing to her to realize he'd reached the edge of the bed. He tumbled off the side, taking her with him and landing with an 'oomph'. The sound he let out then was a mix between a cough and a laugh as she landed partially on top of him. Falling had separated them, but he needed a moment to regain his composure.

Her chest heaved as she tried to find her normal breathing patterns amidst a slew of giggles after the initial shrill little cry she'd let out when they toppled from the mattress. Her eyes went wide as she looked down at him, making no movements to get off of him, just moving her hands to his chest as she propped herself up atop him. "Be glad we shifted. You could have impaled me." she teased, the words bringing on another fit of laughter.

Zed laughed breathily. He could feel a light, all-over ache start to settle noticeably into his body as he started to catch his breath and knew it was more than the fault of the little tumble. The exertion was worth it in his opinion and he wasn't ready to call it a night yet. "Don't let that stop you."

She smirked down at him and shifted her hips up enough that she could dip one hand between their bodies to firmly grasp him. "All for the impaling then?" she questioned, fingers sliding up and down his shaft a few slow times before positioning him against her once more. She could care less if they were on the floor or on the bed. They could be outside for all she cared, but she wanted him inside her again. She slowly slid against him, mouth opening slightly at the sensation, a little gasp escaping her lips.

He bit at his bottom lip, eyes almost closing all the way at the return of her warmth surrounding him. As if to answer her question he started bucking his hips again, his hands going to her thighs for better leverage. This time around it didn't take long for him to feel like he was about to... one last deep thrust and he was coming, pulling her tightly to him as he reveled in his release.

When he made that last thrust and jerked her against him, she too found her release. Muscles tightened around him, all but locking their bodies together. Her eyes clamped shut and a mixture of a scream and a moan escaped her. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, her breath coming out in shuddering little puffs of air. "Holy fuck..." she managed to murmur. Her body was a tingling ball of nerves, every pore set ablaze with sharp spikes of intensity.

"I like the noises you make," Zed said in a tired voice and ran his hands down her back. He was still breathing a little faster than normal, his heart just about matching his lungs for pace. He realized that it would be easy for him to just fall asleep right then and there, but getting cleaned up was probably a better idea. "Where's the bathroom?"

She smiled at his odd little compliment, and lifted her head again to get a better look at his face. "Right through there..." she told him, flicking her attention towards the master bathroom's door just beside her closet. She knew if she waited any longer to separate their bodies, hers might meld to his, so she lifted her hips slowly, letting him slip out of her with a little whimper. She was suddenly aware of the stickiness of the sweat that coated her body. With a tilt of her head to his neck once more she kissed softly up to his ear. "Need some company in that shower?" she whispered.

"The more the merrier," he said quietly and smirked at her.