Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

There was no denying those whispered words of innuendo as Sebastian agreed that words so often failed to properly express what the body desired. He hardly anticipated the young woman's nearly purposeful wiggle within his lap in response, the very friction it provided prompted a soft sound on the Incubus' lips as she so stirred that ready desire within him. That very arousal she'd caused could most certainly be felt, given the woman's current position upon his lap and his own tendency to forgo those constricting undergarments. Even so, beyond that slight shift of his figure to find a more comfortable position, Sebastian made little effort to act upon those lustful considerations. Those passing fantasies were often all he allowed himself, the vampire all but determined to remain true to that promise he'd made at the altar, even if he sometimes danced the very line of temptation. "I don't doubt that." He muttered back, altogether aware of that slight buzz the liquor had filled his brain even with his plans to continue drinking. He should stop - he knew well he should. After all, it would hardly do for the Prince of Italy to be seen too intoxicated with any woman so intimately close to his figure. Surely though, it was too dark to be noticed - was it not? Those very concerns, however, proved to be little more than fleeting as that conversation so abruptly shifted, drawing Sebastian's attention back towards the woman in his arms.

It wasn't often the vampire discussed in any great detail the very flavor that touche his tongue as the consumption of blood. It was curious, the way those vampiric instincts so craved the substance, transforming it so that it was no longer metallic icon his taste buds savored but a complex profile of flavors made from the individual's unique DNA, body style, and life experiences. He could taste the liquor or drugs within their blood. He could taste the way their very weight might so alter the amount of cholesterol or sugars. Every single soul had such a unique flavor - the story of their lives so nestled within those cells he so greedily drank. She was certainly no different and yet, that flavor of alcohol overrode all else in the present moment as if her substance was merely an additive to the liquor he consumed. It was that very slurred suggestion that she might one day like to taste him however, that sent his thoughts to far more sexual places. Oh, the places he would have liked her lips, the things he much more would have preferred her to taste! He watched her tongue run salaciously over her lips, the simple action so further tossing his thoughts to those considerations he'd never let come to pass. Frankly, he was thankful for the sudden arrival of those beverages, that distraction surely needed, at least until it prompted ever further shimmying of her hips into his lap - those very things she did to him!

It was, perhaps, those over sensual desires that tugged so fiercely at him that certainly contributed to Sebastian own' coaxing to bring the woman to her home, combined with the impending rising of the sun. The last thing he anticipated, however, was Carolina's subtle implication that she hardly had a home to return to. His fingers reached out to brush across her cheek as he turned her face back up towards him, altogether delicate in his addressing of that sensitive topic. He was almost playful, firstly, as he so teased her with that faux threat of stealing her heart. The Prince's own features twitch into a slight simper to match hers as she insisted it was unlikely he'd ever had to steal a heart before. "Maybe so." The vampire uttered, unable to help the soft chuckle on his lips as he shrugged in a truly vague fashion. Oh, if only she knew how right she was. Even so, he could hardly ignore the weight of the sun's impending rise so pressing upon him as he gingerly reminded her of just the expiration upon those short hours he was given. His lips pressed together ever so slightly at the very idea of simply leaving the woman with but a car as her only form of shelter - that smile all but failing to convince him.

A soft sigh left his lips as her fingers rose, caressing the slight stubble upon his jawline. He had contemplated the suggestion of getting her a hotel room, for at least the evening and yet, before such words could even leave his lips, Carolina's gaze turned back towards him with the whispered promise of a place she intended to gain tomorrow. His crystalline gaze shifted towards the watch upon his wrist - a gift from his husband nearly a year prior. It was early enough to be considered tomorrow, wasn't it? "How about we go get that key now, hm? They won't say no to me." A warm, almost knowing simper crossed his lips as Sebastian so effortlessly downed the remainder of that drink, that empty glass placed upon the table in front of him before he gestured slightly to the woman, allowing her to finish her drink before that silent request to take the lead.

tell you pretty lies
look you in the face & tell you that
I love you
even if it's fake