Quinn

Quinn's gaze shifted from his wife, to his daughter and back again. Both women, it seemed, were entirely inclined to rally agianst him when it came to the notion that they took far too long to get ready. It was, at least to Quinton, a point of continuous contention within their family. While he could be ready in a matter of moments, the women of his life seemed to require, at times, well over an hour's notice to prepare themselves to step outside. Quinn, more often than not, left waiting at the bottom of the stairs. His gaze continually glancing at the watch on his wrist as if that judgemental, pointed stare might somehow encourage his women to move at the speed he knew both were capable off. How readily he should have known, however, that both would resent any kind of comment made agianst their schedules. Morgan was quick to insist that first impressions mattered. The young vampire quoting his own centuries old insistence as Quinn merely afforded her a frown. Morgan could never seem to remember to do any kind of chores when asked and yet somehow she remembered those words he had spoken two centuries ago to use agianst him now. The fashion in which Morgan's gaze shifted subtly toward her Mother was hardly missed in turn. Morgan sought her mother's silent assistance in rallying agianst him as Leila further assured him that perfection could not be rushed. This was a losing battle.

"You both already look so flawlessly ravishing."

Ah, but what better way to sooth the women in his life then by offering them those compliments? Those words, after all, were nothing short of true. Most of the time. Morgan's current state of pajamaed glory was, perhaps, not as exactly...outgoing as her usual style. Leila, in turn, perhaps lacked some of her usual flawlessness after a day spent moving and yet those words were a veritable olive branch all the same. One that, he hoped, might actually prompt them to make some kind of effort to actually get ready. Morgan's lip quirked upward and into a near devilish grin before she began to hunt for the box she desired. His daughter collected several of those cardboard containers before heading back up the stairs and towards her room. Leila and Quinn, even for a few moments, afforded but a gap in time alone. Leila's efforts to walk past his sprawled figure were quickly hampered as Quinn reached one arm out, catching his wife by the waist and tugging her slender, femanine figure down and onto his own in a manner almost playful. The sound of surprise on Leila's lips prompted a simper to his own as Quinn allowed several soft, teasing kisses to dance upon the warm skin of her neck. The fluttering sensation of those kisses coaxed a girlish laugh from his wife, the fae woman insisting that it tickled and yet she hardly made any move to stop him. He allowed that trail of kisses to sweep further downward. The scent of her was...tempting in every way. Quinn was nothing short of aware of the blood that flowed so teasingly through her veins. Her utterly, delectable, perfectly incredible blood. Leila had been right. He was hungry.

Quinn's lips pulled back from his fangs, allowing merely the tips to press agianst her skin. The vampire, even now, was careful to draw back his own venom to prevent even a singular droplet from falling. How loath he would be to ever subject Leila to that. His intentions, after all, were purely....pleasurable. Leila seemed to still at the pointed touch of his fangs. The steady, even rhythm of her heart seemed to falter for just a moment at his whispered insistence that it had been far too long since they had....enjoyed one another. Leila's gaze shifted to meet his own, that look was nothing short of seductive and oh- how he adored it. Quinn allowed his hand to brush along her thigh, his fingers daring to dip toward their very apex- before the sudden sound of Morgan racing back down those stairs prompted his hand to abruptly return to a far more neutral position. An almost defeated sigh upon his lips. Leila's own sigh echoed softly from within her as his wife lent back and into his arms. Quinn, for now, merely satisfied with wrapping his arms about her waist as his amber gaze eyed Morgan incredulously. His daughter's near innocent insistence that she was merely looking for her clothes was quickly overshadowed by her assurance that any lateness suffered tonight would surely be his fault. Morgan, he was certain, had been born with the devil in her.

"Don't make me get off this couch, Morgan."

That 'threat' was entirely empty and how well they all knew it. Quinn, in all his years, had never once raised a hand to his daughter and yet, in her younger, mortal years, the mere threat of him rising from his seat or indeed Leila's insistence of 'you wait till your Father gets home' had once been enough to spook the child into compliance. A threat that had long since lost any weight. Morgan, now, was far more inclined to merely roll her eyes. The younger vampire continued to pilfer through those piles of boxes,her muttered insistence that she was required not to breath and suffer blindness as well coaxed a scoff of amusement from Quinn as he lent further back upon that couch. His grip upon his wife was hardly releneting.

"It is your fault she's dramatic."

Those very words were muttered to Leila alone. It was, after all, surely Leila's.....dramatic personality that Morgan had inherited most. Quinton's gaze shifted back to the younger vampire as she continued to rifle through those boxes. His lips, a second time, pressed to his wife's neck as if he had every intention of continuing where they had left off- his words offering that very threat. Leila's momentary chastisement was quickly overshadowed by Morgan's apparent horror at being forced to witness that parental affection. The younger vampire, finally, resorted to grasping as many of those boxes as she could before disappearing back upstairs once more. Leila's words of assurance that the whole house was 'their room' echoed after her. A soft chuckle rose within Quinn's throat at Leila's near exasperated insistence that Morgan would never leave that teenage phase. Her contemplation on whether or not they should have waited longer before turning her however was met with a soft shake of his head.

"She had wanted it for a long time. We promised her."

Any further thoughts he might have offered on that topic, however, were interrupted by Leila's efforts to rise from his lap with her equal insistence they did not want to be late- even if she hardly knew what for. Quinn allowed one eyebrow to rise, the words upon his lips halted as Leila reached to grasp the hem of her shirt, her feet continuing to move backward and towards the stairs. Her near teasing insistence that, if he behaved, he could watch her undress so readily capturing his attention. Quinn rose smoothly (if not instantly) from his chair, the vampire so barely having taken a stride towards her before Leila's girlish squeal echoed through the house- his wife abruptly running for their bedroom. A warm simper so easily danced across Quinn's own lips, the vampire waiting for several seconds, allowing his wife that head start even if that vampiric instinct to chase continued to tug at him. It was only once Leila was nearly at the bedroom itself that Quinton allowed his own vampiric speed to display itself. Quinn reached her within the space of milliseconds, his arm wrapping about her waist once more as he tugged her playfully agianst him within the doorway of their room. His lips, once more, found her neck- offering that skin several teasing kisses as Leila squirmed within his arms to face him. Her words echoing through her laughter as she insisted he needed to wait till tonight. It was, perhaps, Quinn's turn to be dramatic as a heavy sigh escaped him, the man reluctantly releasing his wife- only to flop ungracefully into the chair in the corner. His amber gaze, however, hardly left his lover's figure. That promise to undress for him, after all, was a rare and glorious one he did not intend to miss.

It was only once Leila had seen to an outfit she deemed presentable that she made her way back toward him again, her lips pressing to his own in a stolen kiss he was quick to return before she insisted they head downstairs before Morgan inevitably grew tired of waiting and decided to unleash herself upon the town. Leila's hand entwined with his, Quinton allowed himself to be led from the bedroom. The soft hum of Leila's chosen song a veritable herald for their arrival as they made their way down the stairs and toward their waiting daughter. Quinn, for now, was inclined to ignore Morgan's pointed look as he reached for the front door, holding it open for both women before closing and locking it behind them. The house keys were tucked neatly into his pocket before his arm was offered, as always, to his wife- the pair were content to step out and onto the sidewalk with Morgan ahead of them. It had, finally, gotten dark enough for those street lights to flicker into life- casting their soft glow in patterns upon the path. That small family moved easily down the street. This, after all, was Morgan's first chance to truly examine that new city- or at least the quieter suburbs on its outskirts they had chosen to reside within. The main city itself would surely prove far more entertaining to the teen and yet- as they reached the end of that street- it was hardly towards the city Quinn turned. The near baffled looks upon his wife and daughter's face were hardly missed, Quinn merely nodding into the darkness once more.

"You said you wanted fertiliser, Leila. The garden center superstore is this way."

Those very words were uttered nonchalantly, as if it truly were mere fertiliser Quinton intended to procure. As if he had made them get ready to merely visit a home depot store. How it almost amused him to see that look of...bafflement upon Morgan's face especially before a soft chuckle hummed within the depths of his throat.

"It is a twenty four hour store- and it is secluded. With only a small night shift crew."

That, he was certain, answered any questions the rest of his family might have as to why he had chosen that location. A near empty superstore would provide them with an entirely....intriguing hunting ground. Morgan, however, still appeared almost baffled as to how he had known of that store at all.

"I can use the Google."

Yes. The Google.