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dominosandblood) wrote2013-04-27 06:35 pm
dominosandblood) wrote2013-04-27 06:35 pm
Burning Desire || Unfinished Chatzy Transcript
Claudia opens the door to her home. The sight before her is something out of a fairy tale novel. Not something out a Grimm Fairytale, but something more cute looking and disgustingly Disney. "Please, come in. I was preparing dinner before you arrived - lawyer," she says, a huge grin on her face, as she gestures for the hispanic woman to come indoors. Claudia's home is very old fashioned looking, three stories - and oddly enough is only housing her and her alone.
Cata never ceased to be amused by the appearance of Claudia's home. The innocent facade only made the irony of the horrors which occurred in the house even more amusing to the younger woman. "Oh lawyer, sounds interesting, how exactly did you come by it. I want details, love." a smirk tugged at her blood red painted lips.
The woman let her eyes scan the woman's blood red lips. The smirk left her feeling as though someone had placed a knife through her tar black heart. With her hands now behind her back, Claudia rose both of her eyebrows and smirked back, teasingly. "He flipped me off on my way home. I had him pull over. Then, I locked him in the trunk, right before bringing him home for dinner," she explains, walking to take off her lovers coat. "How are you, by the way?"
She couldn't help but smile more intensely as her girlfriend painted the picture for her. "Oh so the meat is fresh, lovely." She always loved it when it was freshly caught, it always tasted better. "Thank you, Cariño. I had a bit of a stressful day at work but I'm excited to see what you're going to whip up for us tonight." her smirk only grew as she spoke. The two women were the furthest thing from normal but now they were in their own little bubble of normality and it felt almost dreamlike for Catalina to be so comfortable in her true form with anyone but her recently deceased sister.
"Only the finest for mi amor," Claudia responds, grinning more now, instead of smirking like before. Spanish had been something she had picked up on from one of her many nannies. It was lovely to know it came in handy every-so-often for something other than killing. "I'm only half way done. I hope you like liver, broccoli, and mashed potatoes." Around Catalina, Claudia felt like someone finally saw her for who she was and she didn't have to kill them (and eventually eat them). Even if she smelt amazing, Claudia rarely ever felt like making her into a meal. "He had some earrings on them, by the way." When they reached the kitchen, Claudia retrieved a pair of diamond earrings from the counter. "I thought of you when I found them," she states, passing them over to her.
She started at the sparkling stones encased in a velvet box. Her eyes glistened as her stomach filled with an unfamiliar feeling. "They're beautiful. Thank you so much." Her hands which were adorned with a perfect manicure reached up to cup her lovers face. She leaned forward to capture the taller woman's lips in hers. She couldn't help it as her teeth gently bit down on Claudia's bottom lip as she deepened the kiss. "They're beautiful." she mouthed against her lips before pulling away. She made her way about the kitchen, "It smells great already, today is going to be a really marvelous night, I can feel it"
Before she could muster a polite, "Thank you," Cata had her soft hands along her face, and then her soft, blood red lips against her own. The feeling was sensational, the biting even better. By the time the simple kiss was over, Claudia had noticed her hands were placed on the latina's hips. "You're beautiful, but I am happy you like my gift..." she replies back, her voice moderately raspy. "If I would have known I'd be having desert before dinner, I would have never made chocolate strawberries." The Psychologist points to the neatly arranged delectable on the neatly fixed kitchen table. "Hopefully it will. I have something I plan on asking," the woman goes on, walking toward the mini kitchen bar where she has her wine glasses and wine.
Catalina couldn't help but melt into the older woman's touch."They're perfect, love." She let her arms rest on around the woman's neck, there was something about the feeling of her warm pulse under Catalina's touch that drove the Latina wild. A small laugh escaped her lips at the sappy comment, "Who says we can't have both?" She asked with a quirk of her eyebrows as she watched her lover waltz across the small kitchen and over to the bar. She took the glass of wine with a small nod and brought it to her lips. The liquid was the right mixture of sweet and that husky flavour she was never able to pin a name on but that she just loved.
"You want to have desert before dinner?" she chides, quirking her lips into a half smirk at her innuendo. In silence she watches as the gorgeous woman before her places the wine glass to her lips. As a response, Claudia thins her lips together and takes a sip of the beverage. The crisp taste leaves her closing her eyes. She enjoys it's flavor, savors it. "It's very old. I bought it for the occasion." Her eyes flitted at Catalina, before she decides to speak, again. "Would you like me to teach you how to prepare dinner? Or at least the tiny bit that's left to be made?"
" ...And after dinner." she replied cheekily as she bit down on her bottom lip. "You know, I should really tell you to stop spoiling me...but I'm not exactly complaining." She traveled across the kitchen to where Claudia was standing. She placed the wine glass on the counter with a hollow thud as the rich liquid danced within the glass. "I would love that." However her eyes told a different story, it was clear Cata was a little more interested in something else. She cornered the cannibal, despite her height there was something almost intimidating about her current stance. Her hands reached up to tangle in the women's hair as she made a trail of kisses leaning from her lips, down to her jawline and neck. "I'll try my best not to be distracting." she lied as her hands reached over to her lovers blouse, undoing the first button. "So, are you going to teach me how to cook?" but it was clear from the beginning of this situation that much cooking wouldn't get done tonight, Catalina had other plans and her appetite was for something much greater.
Stop spoiler her? The thought was overly outrageous. There was something nice about Catalina's company and acceptance, and spoiling Cata was the only real way that Claudia could show her how she felt without being too normal about it. The second Cata moved toward her, Claudia found her heart pounding in the excitable way it did when she killing someone. With Cata there would be no violence, no blood. There would simply be faint touches and lots of unrobotic kissing. "Great, it would be a pleasure to teach you." That's when she was cornered, enchanted by a woman who had suddenly made her her prey. A tiny whimper leaves her, when Cata places her hand in her hair and kisses down her jawline and neck. As it happened, Claudia cannot help but to run her slender fingers down the woman's chest - telling her to go on, to continue, without stating.
"Oh, for fuck's sake. Let's forget dinner for a little while and can you do what you just did right now - but bite me this time, then pull my hair," the killer said, voice shaky, along with her breath. She was clearly aroused and ready for a good rough and tumble. The fact Cata had taken the initiative to unbutton the first button of her blouse hadn't helped none. "I mean, I'm sure you taste a lot better than dinner ever would...and I don't mean that in my usual way."
Cata never ceased to be amused by the appearance of Claudia's home. The innocent facade only made the irony of the horrors which occurred in the house even more amusing to the younger woman. "Oh lawyer, sounds interesting, how exactly did you come by it. I want details, love." a smirk tugged at her blood red painted lips.
The woman let her eyes scan the woman's blood red lips. The smirk left her feeling as though someone had placed a knife through her tar black heart. With her hands now behind her back, Claudia rose both of her eyebrows and smirked back, teasingly. "He flipped me off on my way home. I had him pull over. Then, I locked him in the trunk, right before bringing him home for dinner," she explains, walking to take off her lovers coat. "How are you, by the way?"
She couldn't help but smile more intensely as her girlfriend painted the picture for her. "Oh so the meat is fresh, lovely." She always loved it when it was freshly caught, it always tasted better. "Thank you, Cariño. I had a bit of a stressful day at work but I'm excited to see what you're going to whip up for us tonight." her smirk only grew as she spoke. The two women were the furthest thing from normal but now they were in their own little bubble of normality and it felt almost dreamlike for Catalina to be so comfortable in her true form with anyone but her recently deceased sister.
"Only the finest for mi amor," Claudia responds, grinning more now, instead of smirking like before. Spanish had been something she had picked up on from one of her many nannies. It was lovely to know it came in handy every-so-often for something other than killing. "I'm only half way done. I hope you like liver, broccoli, and mashed potatoes." Around Catalina, Claudia felt like someone finally saw her for who she was and she didn't have to kill them (and eventually eat them). Even if she smelt amazing, Claudia rarely ever felt like making her into a meal. "He had some earrings on them, by the way." When they reached the kitchen, Claudia retrieved a pair of diamond earrings from the counter. "I thought of you when I found them," she states, passing them over to her.
She started at the sparkling stones encased in a velvet box. Her eyes glistened as her stomach filled with an unfamiliar feeling. "They're beautiful. Thank you so much." Her hands which were adorned with a perfect manicure reached up to cup her lovers face. She leaned forward to capture the taller woman's lips in hers. She couldn't help it as her teeth gently bit down on Claudia's bottom lip as she deepened the kiss. "They're beautiful." she mouthed against her lips before pulling away. She made her way about the kitchen, "It smells great already, today is going to be a really marvelous night, I can feel it"
Before she could muster a polite, "Thank you," Cata had her soft hands along her face, and then her soft, blood red lips against her own. The feeling was sensational, the biting even better. By the time the simple kiss was over, Claudia had noticed her hands were placed on the latina's hips. "You're beautiful, but I am happy you like my gift..." she replies back, her voice moderately raspy. "If I would have known I'd be having desert before dinner, I would have never made chocolate strawberries." The Psychologist points to the neatly arranged delectable on the neatly fixed kitchen table. "Hopefully it will. I have something I plan on asking," the woman goes on, walking toward the mini kitchen bar where she has her wine glasses and wine.
Catalina couldn't help but melt into the older woman's touch."They're perfect, love." She let her arms rest on around the woman's neck, there was something about the feeling of her warm pulse under Catalina's touch that drove the Latina wild. A small laugh escaped her lips at the sappy comment, "Who says we can't have both?" She asked with a quirk of her eyebrows as she watched her lover waltz across the small kitchen and over to the bar. She took the glass of wine with a small nod and brought it to her lips. The liquid was the right mixture of sweet and that husky flavour she was never able to pin a name on but that she just loved.
"You want to have desert before dinner?" she chides, quirking her lips into a half smirk at her innuendo. In silence she watches as the gorgeous woman before her places the wine glass to her lips. As a response, Claudia thins her lips together and takes a sip of the beverage. The crisp taste leaves her closing her eyes. She enjoys it's flavor, savors it. "It's very old. I bought it for the occasion." Her eyes flitted at Catalina, before she decides to speak, again. "Would you like me to teach you how to prepare dinner? Or at least the tiny bit that's left to be made?"
" ...And after dinner." she replied cheekily as she bit down on her bottom lip. "You know, I should really tell you to stop spoiling me...but I'm not exactly complaining." She traveled across the kitchen to where Claudia was standing. She placed the wine glass on the counter with a hollow thud as the rich liquid danced within the glass. "I would love that." However her eyes told a different story, it was clear Cata was a little more interested in something else. She cornered the cannibal, despite her height there was something almost intimidating about her current stance. Her hands reached up to tangle in the women's hair as she made a trail of kisses leaning from her lips, down to her jawline and neck. "I'll try my best not to be distracting." she lied as her hands reached over to her lovers blouse, undoing the first button. "So, are you going to teach me how to cook?" but it was clear from the beginning of this situation that much cooking wouldn't get done tonight, Catalina had other plans and her appetite was for something much greater.
Stop spoiler her? The thought was overly outrageous. There was something nice about Catalina's company and acceptance, and spoiling Cata was the only real way that Claudia could show her how she felt without being too normal about it. The second Cata moved toward her, Claudia found her heart pounding in the excitable way it did when she killing someone. With Cata there would be no violence, no blood. There would simply be faint touches and lots of unrobotic kissing. "Great, it would be a pleasure to teach you." That's when she was cornered, enchanted by a woman who had suddenly made her her prey. A tiny whimper leaves her, when Cata places her hand in her hair and kisses down her jawline and neck. As it happened, Claudia cannot help but to run her slender fingers down the woman's chest - telling her to go on, to continue, without stating.
"Oh, for fuck's sake. Let's forget dinner for a little while and can you do what you just did right now - but bite me this time, then pull my hair," the killer said, voice shaky, along with her breath. She was clearly aroused and ready for a good rough and tumble. The fact Cata had taken the initiative to unbutton the first button of her blouse hadn't helped none. "I mean, I'm sure you taste a lot better than dinner ever would...and I don't mean that in my usual way."