[There's a certain rhythm to playing the both of them at once, and playing them off of each other, she's discovering. It's like telling a story with dancing, the way she once told Trevor she could; a sort of swaying back and forth between them, never focusing on either one of them for too long, weaving them together with the threads of the same narrative, back and forth, step by step.
This one is for Trevor, which is why it comes with another stroke of her hand through his hair and an indulgent, praising tone of voice. He's good, he's perfect, he's just what she wants him to be, and that's the security she offers him as she pets him with the steady hand of a queen.
And so the next steps of the dance take her back to Alucard, of course, because now that Trevor is something worthy and precious, he's also something to be dangled just out of her vampire's reach, tempting until he surrenders — and that's the half she crafts for him, taking his own persistent restraint and turning it against him, enticing him to relinquish it all on his own.]
I could give you the same charge I gave my Trevor, you know. I could give him to you and tell you to make him whine for me. That's a little show I'd like very much to watch.
[The hand that isn't in Trevor's hair moves to cup Alucard's cheek, completing the circuit between the three of them, thumb pressing lightly against his lips as if inviting him to kiss the soft pad of it.]
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[There's a certain rhythm to playing the both of them at once, and playing them off of each other, she's discovering. It's like telling a story with dancing, the way she once told Trevor she could; a sort of swaying back and forth between them, never focusing on either one of them for too long, weaving them together with the threads of the same narrative, back and forth, step by step.
This one is for Trevor, which is why it comes with another stroke of her hand through his hair and an indulgent, praising tone of voice. He's good, he's perfect, he's just what she wants him to be, and that's the security she offers him as she pets him with the steady hand of a queen.
And so the next steps of the dance take her back to Alucard, of course, because now that Trevor is something worthy and precious, he's also something to be dangled just out of her vampire's reach, tempting until he surrenders — and that's the half she crafts for him, taking his own persistent restraint and turning it against him, enticing him to relinquish it all on his own.]
I could give you the same charge I gave my Trevor, you know. I could give him to you and tell you to make him whine for me. That's a little show I'd like very much to watch.
[The hand that isn't in Trevor's hair moves to cup Alucard's cheek, completing the circuit between the three of them, thumb pressing lightly against his lips as if inviting him to kiss the soft pad of it.]
All you have to do is tell me you love me.