A Pain In The Neck

"What did Azrianna want to talk to you about?" Amyra asked slyly and looked over her shoulder where Azier was hovering just behind her with an apron tied around his waist that she was using to dry each dish she washed.

"Hey now, secrets and whatnot - but it wasn't anything nefarious my dear, don't worry."

"Ah. I hope that arrangement isn't one she insists is exclusive..." she hinted for an answer about the only thing she cared about.

"She does not. If that were the case, I'd be upset and turn down that deal. I've never known any Vampire male to be a one-woman kind of guy, and I include myself in that. I am still all yours for the evening. I can split my time well, dear Amyra."

"Good, because I am not fond of boys who give me false promises," she said hotly and used the apron around him to dry the bowl in her hand - and boy did those hands wander into realms where he had been neglected for so long.

Just to have her hand stroke against his package was enticing. It was unfair that they were in the kitchen - and that he was lacking limbs to tease in return.

Clever girl, taking advantage of such a situation.

"I dare say you're flirting with me, Amyra..." he started smoothly and leaned down to peck her ear and whisper into it, "I like it. Is my scholar going to teach me things other than history tonight?"

"Azier, I am not sure there will be much to teach you. According to your track record, you should be a master."

"Oh no, no my dear. I didn't mean teach me a thing or two in bed -- I mean teach me more about you. You are more than a seer, that much is true. You're smart, captivatingly gorgeous, and there is more than an air of mystery about you. As I like to say - there is nothing you can hide in the sheets. That is where you get to know the real side of someone, and trust me - I want to know you. I want to know you very, very much."

His words were silky and dark, and even though he already had her interest, it was more fun to see her writhe with  desire inwardly. He could smell her scent sweeten, and hear her veins 'beating' through her system as his words filled her ears (and hopefully imagination).

Azier couldn't help it anymore, she had teased him, flirted with him, and already invited him back to her quarters- and now that he regained the ability to float again, he crept up behind her and slowly placed his lips to her neck and gave it a soft peck.

To his delight, her skin lit up in bumps and she shivered from her core. He grinned and went in for another, and this time she leaned into his kiss as she stretched her neck out towards him.

If only he had fucking hands.....He wanted to squeeze her rump ever so sweetly as it stroked against his trousers from her squirming.

He could wait, though. Yes, he could definitely wait. Otherwise, the thrill wouldn't be as intense when he eventually did sink his teeth into that taught, sweet skin of hers.

"Azier....stop..." she laughed out playfully in what was clearly a little game and not a true request for him to cease her motions, for she leaned into him and nuzzled her face against his 'shoulder'.

"You smell so good," Amyra followed up and leaned further into his chest.

Just as it was getting nice and spicy, a certain blonde-haired cutie beamed her way into the galley. Her arms were filled with what appeared to be already cleaned dishes, and she gave a wide smile that reeked of 'little sister' syndrome.

Like a freshman who had a crush on her senior sister's boyfriend - Seraphoena broke up their little session as Amyra recoiled from him at her presence.

"Sera-" Amyra hissed and darted her orange eyes at the cute woman whose attire had changed since their meal- and now she wearing tight white pants and some sort of pink silky top that exposed her shoulders (he liked those).

"What? I'm just bringing you dishes. You forgot a few..." the youngest of them lied and twirled her hair around her finger as innocently as she could.

"Those look like the clean dishes set for tomorrow night's breakfast." Amyra pointed out sternly.

"Oh, no- I promise, they're not from the table...." Sera let out mischeiviously and ran her eyes up and down Azier's chest and groin area.

The prince noted her eyeballing him, and gave her a quick wink. He did not want to shun her or give off the air that he was rejecting her -- but he prided himself on being a gentleman, and as one he had already promised his time to the bombshell brunette whose eyes were glowing behind her blue-tinted glasses.

"Now, now ladies. I think of the two of you, one has a date - and the other has to wait." Azier cut in and came beside Amyra as if to defend her.

Sera pouted and gave a huff, "awww, come on....All the others will snatch you up before I get the chance," she whined.

"Oh, does that somehow soil me, your highness? I'll have you know, I am rather practiced in this sport. If you wanted the first of me, then you should have been my father's maid on my 180th birthday, because she was the lucky lady...." he jested as best he could in the tense moment.

"No!" Sera shouted out defensively, and then followed up with - "I just don't want you to be disappointed with me..." she admitted.

"Well sweet thing, we can discuss that together- on our own when we have some private time. I understand where you're coming from, I too am the youngest of a group of boys. I know what you're doing, and while it is cute- it's not appreciated right now." Azier replied rather flatly.

"If you leave now, I'll see you tomorrow night. If you stay around, I'll wait to lay with you until I've been with every woman on this ship - including Ilsandra, and I hope I don't have to spell out what that means for you," he followed up and let his eyes pierce her blues in hopes he could compel her further to get the fuck out of his nice little moment.

His offer was enough, because she smiled and lit up with a bright response of, "see you tomorrow!" and left immediately.

"I hope she didn't ruin our nice private party," Amyra started with a low roll in her words as though she were purring.

"Not at all, my dearest. However, I think we'll have more fun in private. Let's finish up and head back to your room." He suggested (or really, wished outwardly).

Even if she snapped her fingers and the dishes did themselves, it would take far too long for them to finally get to be in her quarters all alone where he wanted her.