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Jen wore something dark and sexy, but safe for a joint full of hippies. Triss wore her usual black jeans and black tank top, because she'd wrapped herself in Face in the Crowd so no one was going to notice her anyway.
They hadn't arrived yet, though, and stayed close as they ducked around the sidewalk traffic.
"It's been two weeks," Jen said. "Think he'll be happy to see us?" Two weeks save for a few very short visits, just to make sure the dude was okay.
"I hope so. Considering what his wife told me, and what I'm guessing Julias told him, I'm guessing he will..."
Jen leaned in as they walked. "You're nervous he secretly doesn't like us, doesn't like you, but because he's so against voicing any of his thoughts, he just hasn't told you."
Groaning, Triss stepped away and dodged around an oncoming kine, before coming back in with a sideways lean of her own.
"Yes, okay? Yes. This isn't how I do... this sort of shit. I can't fucking stand this build up. Does he like me? Not like me? Christ it makes me want to puke. When I decided to go on a date with Julias, I just fucking told him we would, that first night. When I wanted to fuck Julias, I just told him we would."
"On the first date, I might add."
"Yeah yeah fuck you. This 'does he doesn't he' shit is torture, and I'd have loved to skip over it. But there's always been something in the way." Mostly her own damn fault.
"Now there isn't. And he's ready to talk. I'm sure we'll find out tonight if he likes you. And us."
Triss groaned again as she let her head hang, earning some chuckles from Jen. The two vampires walked into The Quiet Note, wrapped in Triss's increasingly awesome Obfuscate abilities, and found one of the small benches alongside the wall and its god awful gray flowery wallpaper. The small circle tables in the large room were full, and people sipped their drinks quietly, waiting for the various musicians who'd come up on stage. The place was dark, with only a bit of dim light near the stage so the audience could see.
The place smelled of lots of different drug flavors, but the crowd didn't make a noise. People came to a place like this to hear the artist, not use it as an excuse to socialize. It made more sense to Triss to just stay home and use some good headphones, but at the same time, there was a special magic to seeing someone live. And that time she'd seen Sándor live, it'd been strangely magical.
Sure enough, Sándor came out on stage, wearing some blue jeans and a loose white shirt. With the somber stoic look, his European face, and super short dark hair, the simple look really fit him. He was, as far as anyone could tell looking at him, a super simple guy from Romania. Until he had an instrument in hand.
He sat down on a small stool, spent a few seconds tuning his guitar, and pulled the mic nice and close.
"Sorry I haven't been around. Had things to do." He nodded to himself as he looked down at his guitar, plucked a string, and tuned that one, too. "Feeling a lot better though. Lot of things happened. Good things." Holy shit, the man gave the crowd a tiny smile, the wickedly handsome ones that were subtle and confident. Everyone stared, hypnotized. "It's amazing what a few words from an old friend or lover can do. Amazing, how much your perspective can change."
He tuned the final string, and slowly ran the pick along the strings, striking out a clean chord. Then he strummed it, teasing out the beginning of the song to see if people could figure it out before he played it at proper tempo.
Triss knew it instantly, and just like someone putting in the final piece of a puzzle, she felt complete when Sándor finally started strumming right.
"I was a little too tall, could've used a few pounds. Tight pants, points, hardly renown."
A shiver shot up through her, and she melted into Jen's side as they both listened. The crowd knew the song, or at least most of them did. A few, like Jen, were utterly oblivious. Fucking kids. They didn't know what it'd been like to bring out a jukebox, and listen to a song like this, out in the fields or on the side of a dirt road when the moon was high. You closed your eyes and let the music take you on a journey.
She'd thought Sándor's singing voice was similar to Bob Seger's. Apparently he thought so, too.
It only got better. He was up on the stage alone, so there wasn't any drummer or piano to join in, but that didn't stop Sándor. If the dude could play Symphony X, this song was a cakewalk, and he proved it as he started taping his foot to the beat. The hook that pulled everyone in, and had them all humming the melody as they lightly swayed with the beat. No one said a word. Everyone listened.
His eyes. Dreamy blue eyes, normally so hard and stern, melted in the song, and he stared off over the crowd, like he was looking to the horizon, as he played.
"I woke last night to the sound of thunder. 'How far off?' I sat and wondered. Started humming a song from 1962. Ain't it funny how the night moves? When you just don't seem to... have as much to lose. Strange how the night moves. With autumn closing in."
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"I'm sorry," Jennifer said, "I don't listen to my grandparent's music."
Triss groaned and shoved Jen hard enough she fell on Sándor's couch with a bounce. They'd gone to his apartment after his time at the club, when another artist came up to play after Sándor played a half dozen songs. Surprisingly, the sleek, modern, stereotypically expensive Dolareido apartment wasn't entirely empty anymore. The gray couches remained, so did the piano and guitars, but now there was also a couple pictures on the walls, big paintings of landscapes, and an old cathedral.
It was the new picture on the countertop that really struck Triss, though. It was a picture of Margaret and Theo.
Sándor followed Triss in, noticed what she was looking at, and touched the framed picture slightly before he moved over to sit on the piano bench.
"I listened to them," Triss said, picking the conversation with Jen back up. "I mostly listen to metal, but sometimes it's nice to listen to the bands that my metal bands owe their existence to, you know? Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band. The Eagles."
"Agreed." And like he was taking a breath, Sándor played a tune on the keys.
"Roll Me Away!" Laughing, Triss plopped down on the bench with him, and watched his fingers work. Just like ringing a bell. "You really do like music. Like, really like music, in the way most people just don't get." Sounded dumb to say, considering he was a musician, but some people didn't really get or 'feel' music. It was worth saying.
"I do. So do you." He gave her a tiny grin, and played another song. It took her a second to pick it up. But once it picked up speed, she caught it, like chasing a butterfly with a net.
"Don't Stop Me Now!" Christ, now she couldn't stop laughing. "Jen doesn't listen to Queen. It physically hurts being her girlfriend."
"Hey!" Jen said from the couch. "I like music."
"You like to listen to pop and EDM while you do other shit. I said music, not flavor of the month noise to fill up the background."
Jen scrunched up her nose, and with a bit of bounce in her step, plopped down on the bench on Sándor's other side.
"Play something romantic," she said, and she grinned brazenly up at Sándor as she ran a finger down the keys.
Sándor nodded. Didn't grump or grunt or anything, just nodded, hell he even smiled a little, leaving both women speechless. Jen had definitely been trying to get a reaction out of him, but instead, Sándor rolled with it and got to work.
Three notes in, and both girls sighed dreamily. Even Jen knew this song.
"Faithfully," Triss whispered, and she swayed to Journey's tune. "Do you just know every song?"
"When I came to America, long ago, music was evolving in ways no one could have imagined. From Robert Johnson, John Lee Hooker, Muddy Waters and many others, blues evolved and changed the world, and rock and roll evolved from it. Elvis changed the world. Johnny Cash changed the world. Then Queen and Journey, two of my favorite bands, changed the world, too. I have to admit, the rock bands from the seventies and eighties, and sometimes nineties, dominate most of my listening."
It was a wonder he didn't start playing Don't Stop Believin', but he stayed on Faithfully, and Triss and Jen continued to sway with it.
"Another," Jen whispered.
Sándor paused only long enough to let them know he was switching songs, before his fingers found the high notes and danced on a tune.
Triss frowned as she watched his fingers. "I know this... I know this... Styx!"
The man smiled, his eyes on the keys, as he played Lady.
"I can't sing like DeYoung."
"Trust me," Triss said. "You can sing. Maybe not that high pitch, but still."
"Thanks." And again, he smiled. What the fuck was with all the smiles? Yeah, sure, they were small smiles, as if his face wasn't capable of big expression, but tiny smiles and plenty of them was still a big jump from the usual Mister Stoic she was familiar with.
Triss put her fingers on the keys. Sándor stopped, and Triss showed off her insane piano skills she'd honed over the past couple weeks. She played Mary Had a Little Lamb, on rhythm and everything. Volume all over the place, since Sándor insisted he used a realistic keys setting for his electric piano, but still.
"Impressive," he said, in the steady tone a teacher would use when happy with a student.
"Thanks, but I'm still shaky. If I push a little too hard, I know I'm gonna push the key straight through the piano into the floor."
"Even human students suffer that problem. Maybe not to that degree." Nodding, he reached out, and put his hand on hers. "But you're getting past the issues with your Kindred body. That's good." He gently pushed down on her finger, with just the right pressure to get the key volume perfect.
He paused, and looked at her hand. She looked at his hand, so warm compared to hers. Electric jolts shot up her arm, making every nerve ending tingle, before she slowly looked from their fingers, to him. And he looked at her.
Was he nervous? Was he even capable of being nervous, considering how old he was? Dude was ancient. He looked at her with a calm expression, just a touch sad, but also a touch... hopeful? He was so hard to read, she couldn't tell. But he was looking at her, straight at her, deep blue eyes hiding a billion thoughts the fucker refused to share. If she wanted to know what he was thinking, she'd have to beat it out of him, like Margaret had.
Fuck it. Time to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. She wasn't some high school virgin, even if he made her feel like one. She was a woman, damn it, and this man's dead wife told her how to break the ice. Just, be bold.
She leaned in, and kissed him.
Sándor blinked, a little surprised. And Triss stopped kissing, but kept her face an inch from his. No words. After everything that'd happened, the fuck needed to be said? Someone needed to actually hit the 'go' button. Might as well be her.
The world melted away, and so did her muscles and tension, as Sándor half closed his eyes, and leaned in to return the kiss.
God. Yes.
She smiled into the kiss as her eyes closed, and she set her piano hand on his chest as she half turned to face him. He didn't move at all, and she had to fight to keep herself from chuckling. Yeah, Margaret was right, this man needed a tour guide if he wasn't merged with his Horror. That was fine. Jen and her--
Jen took the man's head, turned him mid-kiss to face her, and kissed him.
"Jen!" Triss leaned around Sándor enough to see one of Jen's eyes, the other blocked by Sándor's head, and her girlfriend grinned at her mid kiss as she waved Triss off with her hand.
So Triss did the only reasonable thing to do. She pushed her off the bench.
Jen landed on the hard floor with a squeak, and glared at Triss.
"Hey!"
"Bitch, don't make me come down there and kick your ass." Triss flipped her off. "Ruining our first kiss, what the fuck?"
Sándor tried to help Jen back up, but Triss grabbed his head, twisted it around to face her instead, and got back to kissing. Dude was completely confused, frozen, which meant Triss got to kiss him as much as she wanted.
At least until Jen made some whining puppy sounds. Literally. Groaning, Triss let Sándor go and motioned to Jen. Sándor reached out to help her up, confusion doubling, which had both girls laughing.
"I've been waiting to do that," Jen said. "So's Triss. The kissing, I mean."
"So Julias told me." Sándor scratched his hair a bit, so short it almost looked buzzed. "I... I wasn't..." Oh shit, he was doing the awkward backpedaling thing. Because he mentioned Julias? Fuck that. She wasn't going to let anything ruin this, not now.
"Nope," Triss said. "Nope nope, we're not doing awkward. I am too old for awkward. And you are way too old for awkward. So we're just gonna go past it." She took Sándor's hand, and guided the man to the couch.
"Agreed!" Jennifer followed after them, and together the two ladies pushed Sándor down until he sat in the center of his couch. "We're not going to think about the stuff from before. I like you. Triss likes you. You like her. I hope you like me."
"I do, but--"
"Then the hard part is over. Now we move onto the good stuff." Nodding matter-of-factly, Jen reached behind her, undid the zipper of her dark dress, and slid it off until it fell on the floor. The busty brunette wore nothing more than a tiny lingerie thong, the sort you wore when you were expecting sex.
It made Triss roll her eyes. It made Sándor gulp and stare. But, that was a look of intrigue in his eyes, if startled. Intrigue was good.
Triss slipped behind Jen, and hugged her from behind, with Jen pointed at Sándor. And, because actually breaking Sándor's stoic face and getting a surprised look out of him was proving to be fucking awesome and fun to do, Triss cupped her girlfriend's huge breasts. She squeezed them, molded them against her fingers and palms, and Jen Blushed Life as she did, earning another gulp from the man as Jen's skin filled out, darkened with blood flow, and her nipples hardened.
"I'm... not sure how--"
"Two women?" Jennifer asked. "Two women in a relationship at that?"
"Yes..."
Jennifer nodded, and set a hand on her hip. "It's simple. Beatrice and I are best friends, and very close, sexually and emotionally. But the romance parking space isn't reserved. I'm more comfortable sharing it with someone, than I am holding it on my own. So, you"--she gestured to Sándor--"get to have that spot with me. Dare I say, you even get priority parking over me."
"The fuck kind of analogy is that?" Triss asked. "I'm a fucking parking spot?"
"It's good enough."
"Uh huh. Look at him. The dude is confused as all fuck."
Sándor did manage a small nod, eyes drifting from Triss's eyes to Jen's, and occasionally at her huge tits, too. His stone face couldn't hide that the man definitely had a sexual appetite.
"It is a... unique situation."
"Okay, I'll explain it better," Jen said. "When I was young, I read a book, about a king and a queen, and a small slave woman they'd saved. Over the course of the story, the woman gets closer to the king and queen, until they invite her into their bed. And it's this super hot scene where the king and queen, obviously deeply in love with each other, share that intimacy with the young woman. They fuck her silly and cuddle and... and all the good stuff." With a quiet moan, Jen slid her hands down her naked stomach, and between her thighs, where one of her hands lightly caressed her clit through her thong. "I've always wanted to be the young woman in that story, not the queen. I want a happy lovey dovey couple to pamper me and fuck me."
Sándor raised a brow slightly, looking between the two ladies again.
"That is... a lovely way of describing it. I think I understand you better."
Jen beamed. "I know, right!? People just don't get it!"
"I get it." He nodded, and his eyes drifted down her body to her masturbating hand, before shooting back up. "Though, isn't it the king and queen doing the seducing, in the story?"
"Yeah well, I can't just sit around waiting for my fantasy to come true. Gotta work for it." Nodding, Jen slipped out of Triss's grip and walked off for the bathroom. "I'm getting a towel. You two, get naked."
"Towel?" Sándor asked.
Triss grinned at him, and slipped off her tank top. Dude had no idea what he was in for.
The way his eyes looked her tattooed body up and down had her quivering like a schoolgirl, and it only got worse when she Blushed Life.
"Like tattoos?" she asked, and she traced a claw along the snake biting her nipple before it ran down her abs.
"I do."
"Piercings?" She shifted onto her toes and back to her heels a few times, making her small breasts jiggle lightly. Maybe next time, she'd wear something fancier than plain old nipple studs.
"Very much." Dude wasn't lying, from the way his eyes locked onto her hardening nipples.
Nodding and grinning, she slipped off her jeans and kicked them aside, leaving her in just her socks and a black thong. Unlike Jen, she just wore simple thongs, and she wore them because they made her righteous, large, firm ass look amazing, not because she just went around expecting someone else to see her in nothing but the thong. But the way Sándor's eyes opened wide when she turned around slowly for him, was enough to have her body lit up like a Christmas tree.
He was hard. She could see the bulge pressing up against his jeans.
"We just kissed. First time. Are you sure--"
"We're vampires, Sándor. Dolareido vampires."
"I know, but--"
She reached down, and pulled on his shirt. After a few seconds of hesitation, he helped, and she groaned bliss as the man finally was finally topless. He was slightly above average height, with a lean, muscular build, not super thick but definitely super defined, with fucking chiseled abs. It matched his short facial gruff and dreamy, stern, stoic eyes perfectly.
She'd seen him topless before, when she and Tash and them had sneaked into the flesh chamber, a lifetime ago. Some of Elen's knife work had even left scars on his back, though not the whole ritual symbol the flesh witch had used to control him, thank god.
Jen returned, towel in hand. "Ok Sándor. Up please."
~~♥♥♥~~
The man blinked, but did as requested. Jen threw the huge towel down where he'd been sitting, before she reached out and undid the button on his jeans. Just like Margaret said, Sándor didn't resist. He was more or less stuck in a state of 'what do I do?', and the girls -- especially Jen -- were happy to guide him. Triss had been hesitant to the idea of bullying Sándor into sex, but with his wife's advice in hand, it suddenly got fun. Super fucking fun.
Triss joined in, and the two vampires worked together to get the man's jeans and boxers off, revealing a firm, hard ass, and a nice big cock, standing and waiting. Much as Sándor was clearly unsure of how to handle himself with two women tugging on him, he wasn't embarrassed. He didn't blush or cover himself, and considering how ripped the dude was, it was no wonder. Or maybe it was the gargoyle in him, or the hundreds of years of experience.
He had an Apollo's belt that made her fucking melt, and a big cock that was only getting bigger the more he looked at them. She could see, and almost hear, his pulse fill it more and more. Hell, he'd even trimmed his pubes down short. Dude was fitting into Dolareido more and more.
Jen pushed him down onto the towel. He sat, back against the couch, eyes looking between the two ladies.
"What do I--"
"You," Jen said, "can sit there, and simply enjoy yourself. We've been wanting to do things to you for a while now. We'll tell you what we want." Purring, she straddled his lap, knees pressing against the couch. She came in closer, close enough to press her big breasts against his chest, while she put a couple kisses on his neck.
