Gripping Reality (Closed, Lani and I)

August pulled his car up outside Vanja's house, sending her a simple I'm here before drumming his fingers against the wheel. Ever since their time at his house, he had felt...awkward, at least around her. In person, that was. With distance between them, for whatever reason, ever interaction, be it a call or a text or sending less than safe pictures to one another, they made his heart flutter in a manner he was unfamiliar with. Butterflies flitted around his stomach waiting for her next word, her next text, even her next picture, and thoughts of her kept him from getting to sleep at a decent time.

Should I use the door this time? She sent back, smirking slightly to herself. For her part, she had been mostly trying to stick their conversations and interactions to a strictly sexual nature. She was always better with that, never the romantic. Still, she would sate his appetites for other conversation when he'd asked. Part of her hated that he managed to have her exclusively --- it wasn't her nature --- but she didn't put any effort into changing it.

Preferably. He answered in kind, leaning back in his seat and letting out a long sigh. Despite the fact that he was almost always cold, and that he knew it annoyed her that his car was basically an oven, he turned the heat down to an acceptable level, pulling his jacket tighter around himself as he waited. They wouldn't be going far, just back to his place on the pretense of one of their usual hookups...but part of him felt like he needed to express more than just that.

Fine, dragonbreath ;P She sent back, coming out the door a few moments later; it was possible that he hadn't even received the message, yet. Vanja was still trying to keep her head in the clouds, where, frankly, it prefered to be, anyway. Skipping over, she took to the seat beside him, wearing a silky, short kimono style dress overtop the nearly nothingness of her lingerie. Vanja seemed rather surprised that she wasn't frying alive. "You turned the temperature down..."

"Yeah. Feeling hot for once." He said as an excuse. Better than her knowing he'd done it for her. There were quickly off and on their way to his family's mansion, driving well over the speed limit. He was frankly glad to have the road to focus on, if only for a few moments. Anything to distract him from both her appearance and her presence. Already he felt the butterflies returning.

Accustomed to this, she leaned her head against the window, watching the blur of the passing world around him. There were two things August was a sucker for, she knew: speed and heat. It brought a smirk to her lips, but she said nothing of it. He was a speed demon, and a dragon of one, at that.

August pulled them into the garage under the mansion and into the spot by the elevator. He was quickly out of the vehicle, waiting for her by the elevator doors as it made its way down to them from whatever floor it had been on. He continued to avoid looking directly at her, his lips twitching lightly.

She knew the routine well, by now, and soon reappeared by his side. It was curious, though; he had yet to start up any conversation with her and hadn't so much as looked at her. Vanja's brows furrowed in confusion.

They made the ride up to his floor in relative silence, though he did spare her a glance and murmur. "You look nice." He took her hand one the door opened and, though she very well knew the way, guided her to his room.

Vanja followed without complaint or really any word at all. Something felt wrong about the whole ordeal, though she knew not the reason why.

August closed the door behind her, then immediately grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into a kiss. It was supposed to be something simple, something passionate...but the instant their lips met, his thoughts turned to mush, and any pretense of lie slipped away as his heart thudded behind his chest. He wasn't kissing her with passion, he was kissing her tenderly, over and over and over again, their lips locked not in some primal struggle, at least for him, but an admittedly sloppy lovers kiss.

Vanja's back fell against the nearest wall, trying to respond the way that she normally would. However, she noticed that this was different, that her reactions were not right in this scenario. She tried to returned the kiss as he delivered it, but it sent her heart racing in a panic that was driving her insane. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she pushed him back, staring at him incredulously.

"I...sorry..." August said, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets and turning around, pacing towards his bed. "Sorry." He repeated, slumping down onto the pile of blankets and pillows that made up his dragons nest.

She followed along after him, confused by the ordeal. "Auggie, what's gotten into you?" Vanja asked, curious and unsure. She didn't sit down.

He worked his jacket off, then looked at her. "Nothing. Now come on, show me what you've got under there. I'm sure it's suitably unsuitable." He said with a smile, managing to channel his normal self.

She narrowed her eyes at him. Not the least bit believing him, but nonetheless submitting to his wishes. Loosening the tie at her waist, she allowed the kimono to ease off her shoulders, though she did not strip out of it fully.

August sucked in a breath as he studied what she was wearing, he cheeks flushing and his 'dragon' hard to ignore. Smiling just a bit more easily, he patted the bed beside him, even as he started to unbutton his shirt.

This was far more up her alley, and she was significantly more comfortable with their more sexual endeavors that what he had been leaning towards, previously. She was part of this world, not part of that one. walking over, she immediately took hold of his hair, moving to bite at his neck.

He gripped her hair suddenly in return, keeping her away. "Ah ah ah..." He said, looking at her with predatory eyes. "You're in my nest. That means you're the prey."

She narrowed her eyes at him, though the grip of his hand in her hair was enough to thrill her. "And what will you do?"

He stood, letting his shirt fall from his shoulders and join the pile of blankets and pillows, looking down on her before pulling her into a kiss far rougher than the last, more what she was used to.

Like she'd been doing with everything else, Vanja fell back into the routine easily, bending as he made her bend, fighting him all the while as she did. What else would he have expected?

August, after pulling away from the kiss, easily picked her up and threw her onto the pile, before undoing his belt and pulling his pants down. He crawled after her, pinning her arms over her head as he kissed her, then kissed down her jaw to nip and suckle at her neck, adding to the variety of lovemarks already there.

She arched and moaned beneath him, not complaining, but squirming beneath him. Vanja liked to make his job just the slightest bit more difficult, in any way that she could. It was amusing to her, which should not have come as any sort of surprise.

August snarled lightly when she started fighting back, kissing and biting her neck. He pinned her wrists beneath one hand, while the other moved down her for, cupping first one of her breasts, before moving town to stroke through the thin material of her panties.