leila

A taunting simper danced across the fae's pink, sweetheart lips. Oh, how well she knew she toyed with the instincts of her husband, of the man that desired flesh and the vampire that longed for the hunt. Her steps were sure footed even as she moved backward, her fingers toying with the hem of her shirt before she smoothly lifted it over her head, revealing the laced undergarment beneath, the visible plumpness of her breasts spilling over the top of the fabric. That single glance was all she allowed her husband as he rose swiftly to his feet, so clearly willing to take the bait of her impromptu game. A single step was all she allowed him before a girlish squeal of delight left Leila's lips, she turned upon the balls of her feet, breaking out into a run towards their bedroom. She knew well it was utterly impossible to out do the speed of his otherworldly physique. The game itself was hardly fair and yet, that didn't matter when Leila was playing for something else entirely. She could see the doorframe of the bedroom nearing ever closer with each step she took, and yet she knew she'd never reach it. Her husband's strong arms appeared within her periphery as he wrapped her suddenly within his embrace.

A warm ready laughter fell from her lips as she was pulled against the firmness of his chest. His lips pressed delicately against her flesh, though she hardly feared Quinn's self control, or the sharpened points so very close to the veins in her neck. Rather, Leila squirmed within his arms, twisting within his grasp to face him. Tonight, she was certain, they might spend in the luxury of their new home, fully christening it as they did each of their temporary places of residence. Oh, how that dramatic sigh left her husband's lips at the very prospect of waiting and yet...how much more lively their bedding might be after he properly hunted and fed. A knowing simper danced across Leila's features as Quinn flopped in the chair in the corner and yet...they had a little time, she suspected, there was little harm in giving him a show and a glimpse of what was to come. Lelia hardly dragged out that dance quite as long as she was surely capable of - the woman dressed again in something more appropriate not much later. How tempting it could be to linger within the comfort of their bedroom with Quinn's eyes upon her and yet...tradition dictated they wait and Morgan's patience was still terribly finite.

It was with a soft hum of a lullaby from her youth upon her lips that preceded the couple as they made their way downstairs and back towards the living room where her daughter awaited them. Leila seemed entirely oblivious to the sour look upon Morgan's features as she stepped out the front door, pausing upon the threshold just long enough for Quinn to lock it securely behind him. Her arm easily looped through her husband's own as Leila drew herself closer towards Quinn's side, letting him lead the small family down the street and through their new neighborhood filled with picture perfect lawns and equally as idyllic faces. It was the perfect sort of place to blend in with the morality her family so tended to prey upon. How naive they were of the danger that had just moved in down the street. The very thought prompted a delightful simper upon Leila's features as she glanced towards her daughter, simply watching Morgan take in her new world. Ah, how discerning her daughter's eye had become after all their years of traveling! Morgan, for her part, seemed to withhold judgment, at least for now. It was, she supposed, the very best she could hope for.

Her thoughts, however, shifted as Quin led her away from the city center and across the street into the veritable darkness of the quaint Eastern life. A questioning look crossed her fair features, one that was mirrored by her daughter as both women turned curiously towards the elder vampire. The blue of her irises fluttered briefly towards the darkness that her husband gestured too as the man commented on her desire for fertilizer. Ah! How the very mention of her petty revenge filled her eyes with utter glee! "What a magnificent idea, Quin!" She declared, clasping her hands together as an entirely new notion began to tug at her maliciously marvelous mind. How baffled Morgan appeared at the very mention of a garden store. The very details of why Home Depot made the perfect backdrop of her already deliciously developing plan were quickly ignored by the young woman as she tugged her lover towards the direction he had intended, excitement near bubbling in her petite frame. "Perhaps we can go a little grocery shopping too, while we're at it." She commented, glancing up at her husband for a sign of approval, even though she knew well he would never deny her, not when he had done so well to provide her with the perfect playground.

It was the sound of her daughter's voice that drew the weight of Leila's blue eyes over her shoulder. Morgan's query, however, was abruptly cut off by Quinn's answer, the man clearly preemptively aware of exactly what she intended to ask. The article Quinn placed in front of the oh-so-popular search engine had hardly gone unnoticed by Leila. How she could near feel that exasperation that radiated from her daughter! Her gaze slid towards Morgan, a single brow arching even as the young girl tried to impart upon her father the company's proper name. Surely Morgan knew it was a waste of effort, didn't she? How well Leila had learned ages ago to pick her battles. This was surely not one worth waging. Rather than dwell upon her husband's choice of words, however, Leila's attention turned swiftly towards the home goods store the small family approached, her irises darting calculatingly over the parking lot and the few cars parked sporadically in between those parallel lines.

Leila reached for her wrist and the ponytail holder eternally nestled against her flesh. Her hand pulled away from her husband's arm as she reached up to put her hair in a messy bun, revealing the slender slopes of her neck. She tugged lightly at the sleeves of her shirt, pulling them up just a bit to complete this impromptu perfectly messy ensemble as Leila stepped into the brightly lit building, her cunning mind already working at how to play her part with the same effortless brilliance as always. "Wait for me in the garden section..." She muttered almost distractedly as she gestured towards her right and the sliding doors that led towards the outdoor plant section. She paused several steps away from the pair, only to glance back with a warm simper upon her features, her eyes near sparkling. "Morgan, see if you can find some porch chairs you like. We'll need...three of them. In boxes, if you could." She added, only to spin upon her heels and purposefully stride away from the duo.

Her gaze darted down each of the rows she passed, searching diligently for something. It was several aisles into the store that Leila found exactly what she was looking for - a young man in a bright orange apron was standing in front of the shelves, dutifully reshelving items in a shopping cart beside him. "Excuse me!" Leila declared as she stepped down the aisle with an easy smile upon her fair features. Her very presence seemed to startle the man as he looked up sharply from his task. "Sorry, I was just wondering if you could help me in the garden department? I'm trying to get some porch chairs. I'm hosting a..new..home party tomorrow and realized last minute that I don't have enough chairs for all the people I invited." An easy, airly laugh left her lips, Leila surely giggling at herself for her own airheaded realization. After all, who would forget to get chairs for their guests? She watched as a grin slowly spread across his features as he stepped back from the shelf he was in front of.

"Yeah, of course. Which ones?"

"Oh they were out in your garden center?"

She gestured briefly behind her and the man stepped easily towards her to lead the way. Really, it was almost a shame he was going to be the first sacrificial lamb. He was certainly easy on the eyes. He glanced back at her and she beamed back at him, striking up an easy companionable conversation with the man about the hardships of her recent move and how well her efforts were going to establish a social life in Sacrosanct. He was oh so easy to engage in conversation, offering her the name of the 'hip' club he frequented after work as he meandered towards the seemingly vacant garden center and right into the waiting arms of two peckish predators.