(/He expected nothing from her. They were simply a man and a woman with a relation that went above their shared blood. Despite the chaos in her life, the souls she had taken and how effortless it all seemed to her, without proper rest her head could explode. Few people knew how to get her mind off things with the sincerity she wanted. A vampire, old vampire, carries a burden upon their back. Time for them never stopped and was unlimited, and that could get them killed. It felt as if Jihoon mere presence could cleanse her soul, at least for the while he was around. Being this way with each had become a religious ritual that lacked all connection to god. Because they escaped his rules and mandates. She felt tempted to erase that smirk that rested on her brother’s lips. It teased her, showed amusement at how easily he could undo her. That’s how she liked it, however; that she denied it, was another thing. But he knows her, knows her well, and when he’s pressing against her from behind she arches against him. A moan of relief leaves her lips and her head tilts for him, her words settling like fire in her veins.) Wouldn’t expect anything less from you. (/Her tongue runs along her lips to wet them before her upper teeth dig into her lower lip as his touch raises goosebumps along her body. She can hear the zipper being pulled down, too slowly for her liking, but slow enough for his own satisfaction.)
[ : it’s such a magnificent display of coagency between the two of them, the way bodies and minds understand even the smallest of hints. Jihoon treasures it, because few of the people he knows can ever make him relax in the same manner Alexis does. it is a special quality as he considers it, almost unique. these moments are always savored and basked in, because he never knows when they will occur again, though things are growing easier these days, when they live their lives within the borders of the same country, ties stretching beyond that of blood and maker. though few of these thoughts are actually present in his mind as his fingertips dance along her side, as he pulls the zipper of her dress down to bare flawless skin that he aches to touch. but of course he restrains every urge he feels, because what is the fun in not teasing her just a little? and the way she arched against him only moments ago proves he’s heading in the right direction. as soon as the zipper of her dress has been pulled down properly, he parts the pieces of fabric further, slipping it off of sweetly curved shoulders. his hands move over smooth pallor as he presses up close — body to body. skin to skin. it almost makes him shudder in sheer delight. but even though impatience boils in his veins there's gentlemanly tenderness in the way he tugs her dress upwards only a moment later, only to drop the garment to the floor. he appreciates her curves as his eyes trail along them for a few seconds, before fingers curl around lean hips and plush folds move along her neck in open-mouthed kisses and teasing nips. ]