Ginny was on a sort of...traveling, love induced high. She'd been on it for quite a while now. Iceland was amazing. She was disappointed their trip came to an end so soon, but they weren't independently wealthy. They couldn't stay much longer than they'd planned to. From the time they arrived to the time they left, she wondered why she hadn't traveled before. It wasn't because she didn't have enough money...she just never had the drive. She didn't want to go alone. But with Marcel...well, she was convinced that's what made her love the trip so much.

Now, though, they were on their way home. Well...not exactly. Ginny had been exchanging letters with Carey, even during the trip, and although he didn't suggest they come visit again, she thought more about. She hadn't told Marcel when they were first invited...when was that? A year ago? Two? Something like that. But their relationship had been so rocky then. She wanted as little pressure as possible. Now, though, things couldn't have been better. Sure, she was seeing a shrink, and that's what was helping her, but what did it matter? Shrink or not, things were amazing. Ginny was on cloud nine.

So, of course she was a bit more comfortable than before about going to see Carey and Addison. She trusted Marcel, and it's not like she was leaving him there. They'd be there together. And Marcel loved her too. He had to. No man that didn't love her would have put up with her for this long.

And despite past things...Ginny was head over heels.

And now she could show Marcel off to her sire and Addison and be head over heels in France. She was excited. Nervous, but excited. It was a surprise. When they finally arrived in the driveway of the castle, Ginny suddenly found herself trying to remember if he ever locked the door or not...But after a moment of thoughtful silence, she was quite sure he didn't. There really wasn't a reason. It was in the middle of nowhere, after all.

"Here we are," she murmured, glancing at Marcel with a small, excited smile and got out of the cab. When she could, she took his hand and tugged him along a little insistently towards the doors. It was built before the 18th century - it had been in Carey's family for centuries. She wasn't even inside yet and she could remember....all sorts of things. Not all of them good, but not all of them bad either.

She hesitated for only a moment before pushing open the door. It was heavier than she remembered. "I didn't tell them we were coming," she said, glancing back at Marcel. "Hopefully they're not screwing each other in the foyer," she mumbled. She wouldn't have been surprised if it happened. Or if they were anywhere else. Anywhere other than the bedroom. She could vaguely remember that she and Carey had done...all sorts of things...on every available surface. Blech. She pushed the thought from her mind.

She stepped inside cautiously, tugging Marcel along with her, and she pushed the door closed. For a moment she was quiet. She looked around. Silence. The candles along the wall were lit. It smelled like sex and death here. It was...well, it made Ginny crinkle her nose. She went to the nearest wall and pressed her palm against it before her eyes were drawn to the stairs. All the while, she only held tightly onto Marcel's hand, like she wasn't entirely sure. She listened and felt for them again. They were somewhere, but she couldn't hear them.

Suddenly, she flashed a grin at Marcel and squeezed his hand before she moved a bit more hastily than before, now up the stairs and down a corridor. It wasn't hard to find. She remembered exactly where her old room was. Only when she pushed the door open and stepped inside did she let go of Marcel's hand. The room itself was nothing less than spectacular. From the giant, king sized, four-poster bed placed towards the left of the room...to the giant, imported, lion-footed, mohagony wardrobe that took up the better part of the wall opposite the head of the bed. A full length mirror was also against the wall beside the wardrobe. The color of the walls was a deep gold and the satin and velvet covers on the bed were a full, rich red with golden tassles.

Ginny immediately jumped into her bed and crawled up to her pillows, all of which were filled with feathers. She pressed her face into them and took in a deep breath. Carey hadn't lied. He didn't touch a thing. He left her room exactly like it was. When she finally sat up again, she looked at Marcel with a broad grin. Almost ear splitting. "This is my room! ...was. This was where I lived for the better part of three centuries. Isn't it gorgeous?" She asked excitedly, looking down at the covers and running her hands over the bed before patting it. "Come sit, mon amore!" She hopped up after giving him a rather expectant look and she went to her wardrobe, biting her lip before pulling the doors open. They gave an awful creaking noise...they were awfully old...but still. Her dresses! "They're all here," she breathed. She pulled one out, a particular one of sapphire hue with lace around the arms and neck and jewels at the bust. "Can you even believe I wore these things once?"

The trip to Iceland, planned half in jest two years earlier, had finally happened. Marcel had enjoyed it, but he wasn't surprised. He liked to travel. He didn't like to travel alone, but he did like to travel, and to travel to an island full of hot springs and gorgeous blonde women (and men)...well, who was he to complain? Ginny had enjoyed the trip as well. She was awfully happy lately. Whether the cause was him or something else, he didn't know, but again...he wasn't complaining. These days, he just didn't have anything to complain about. He was really, genuinely happy.

And now...now they were home.

Well, not home, per se. Home as they knew it was in London, in Violet Selvaggio's long-abandoned mansion. That was their ultimate destination as far as "home" was concerned. But no, the home he meant, the deep-set, ancestral home, was France. He felt as though he hadn't been in France in years...and, when he thought about it, that was about right, wasn't it? When he'd gone to England, except for a brief sojourn in Boston with Violet (God, that seemed a hundred years ago!), he hadn't left once. With Ginny, their first trip outside the London area, let alone the country, was this recent vacation to Iceland. And now, now they were in France, his home country, her home country... It was the most obvious thing in the world, and yet they'd never done it! Well, now they were there, in Carey's old castle, no less.

Yes, Carey. Ginny's sire, as he'd discovered to his great surprise ages ago. Carey, the one he'd had sex with about seven minutes after meeting him on a beach. And again at some Halloween party, now Marcel thought of it. Him and (almost) his pretty little girlfriend... Addison, right? Ginny had told him her name, he knew. How was he supposed to remember it from two years ago? Ginny escorted him into the place and he had instant flashbacks. 18th century French... Oh, how many memories he had in that place, in that time. It was like setting foot in a different part of his life, even if he'd obviously never been in Carey's old home before. Ginny led him upstairs and he followed numbly, distracted with...everything. All the age that surrounded the place, it was like a noise. It was deafening, the echoes of so many years sliding through the stones like veins.

"This is my room! ...Was. This was where I lived for the better part of three centuries. Isn't it gorgeous?"

It was a gorgeous room, Marcel had to admit. He looked around at the huge antique four-poster (oh, the things he could do to her on that bed if she gave him a chance...); the deep, rich red and gold decor; a hardwood wardrobe the size of a walk-in closet; the ornate gold-framed mirror... It was a room for a princess, or a queen. And it was his dear little Ginny's. Christ... He wondered what she was like back then. And looking at that bed... He loved Ginny, but she could be such a prude! Such a huge, beautiful bed felt wasted on Ginny's somewhat shy bedplay.

"Can you even believe I wore these things once?"

Marcel smirked and walked over to her, taking the long skirt of the dress and feeling the heavy fabric fall in his hands. Gorgeous... The color, the trim, everything. He looked back up at Ginny and grinned devilishly. "It's lovely, mon petit agneau," he said mildly, even as his blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "But I can't possibly be an accurate judge unless you model it for me." He took a step back and dropped the skirt, crossing his arms over his chest. "Go ahead. There's nothing under there I've never seen before." His smirk widened.

It wasn't often that Marcel would let Ginny tug him around like a puppy. It seemed to irritate him if she did it too much, but here, he seemed much too distracted to even notice. And it's not like he knew where he was going anyway. She couldn't help it either. She was just so excited. She wanted to show him everything and make love to him in her old room and show him her dresses and sleep in her bed with him. She never had slept with another man in her bed. When she wanted to be with Carey...well, by proxy, they went to his room. She didn't know why it had been that way and she didn't really care. It didn't matter anymore, after all.

She'd almost forgotten that they came to visit Carey in the first place; not reminisce...but they could do that later. Her sire was nowhere to be found, anyway.

Meanwhile, she was fawning over her bedroom. She never thought she'd have missed it so much, but she did! From the hardwood floors to the floral designs in her lavish comforter. Maybe she'd have to have some of this shipped back to London...their house was big enough, wasn't it?

She wouldn't ask for now. She was just enamoured with her dresses. She knew Addison had tried them on, but they were all still there. Big, bulky, beautiful things. A hell of a lot more than she'd ever wear now! She almost didn't notice Marcel beside her until he spoke up.

"It's lovely, mon petit agneau. But I can't possibly be an accurate judge unless you model it for me."

Her gaze flickered to him and she caught that grin. It was a grin she'd grown accustomed to seeing on his face, at least when he was in one of his better moods. She bit back a grin, herself and looked back to the dress. She did want to put it on, now that she thought about it.

"Go ahead. There's nothing under there I've never seen before."

Ginny gave a short bark of a laugh; something that was becoming more and more common these days. "With pleasure," she said, pulling the dress from the wardrobe and laying it down on the bed. She pulled her own dress over her head after stepping out of her heels, depositing it on the floor beside her. She went back to the dress and ran her hands over it for just a moment before flipping it over. Ah. The back was corsetted. "These things were so complicated," she grumbled playfully beneath her breath as her hands loosened the strings. When she thought it was loose enough, she took it and spun to face Marcel, holding it up like she was wearing it with a little grin. "Help me put it on?"

Ginny laughed. It was just a short, really rather unattractive bark of laughter, but for some reason, it made him smile. He liked knowing he could amuse her or make her laugh, giggle, smile... Being with Ginny definitely had its drawbacks. Actually, there were a lot of drawbacks. A huge part of the reason he stuck around was simply...her smile. It was a good smile.

"With pleasure."

She proceeded, much to his pleasure, to strip to her bra and panties before examining her dress. He came up close behind her, not touching but just looking over her shoulder at the complicated back of the dress. Silk and laces and boning, oh my. He hadn't seen a dress like this in...years. He was actually very familiar with dresses in general, from all periods, or at least the ones he'd lived in. After all, though he he was comfortable being intimate with both men and women (as Carey and Addison could attest, come to think of it), women held a special place in his heart. They were so soft and pretty and easily dominated. So, naturally, he'd dealt with a good number of dresses in his time.

Although, of course, he was more accustomed to taking them off than putting them on.

"These things were so complicated. Help me put it on?"

His point exactly. He picked it up and looked at it, smirking, then he looked back up at Ginny. This time, he pulled a little closer, squashing the voluminous dress between them as he brought his arms around to her bottom. "Who says you need to have it on?" he asked mischeviously.

Ginny asked for his help. She couldn't put it on by herself. Way back when, it took two or three people to fit her in a dress, at least properly. Back then, there were servants, though. Now...did Carey still have servants? She certainly hadn't noticed them if he had. It was just her and Marcel in the room, though, and he wanted her to model it...so...he could help her put it on.

She probably should have expected his response. Marcel seemed to be constantly frisky, not that she minded. Not that she was surprised, either. He picked the dress up and her eyes followed, put he just pressed it between them as he wrapped his arms around her. Ginny tilted her head back curiously in order to keep his gaze.

"Who says you need to have it on?"

She arched a brow and just stared at him for a moment before she glanced over his shoulder through the open door. "Well..." she pondered quietly, grinning at him again. She took the dress from him and reached over to lay it in her wardrobe. Her fingers moved to curl into his shirt and she tugged him toward her playfully and took a step backwards. "You didn't really want to see it on me, did you?" She accused him, teasing; "You just wanted me to take my clothes off." She almost seemed appauled and in revelation at the moment...like this had been some sort of epiphany. She took another step back out of his arms and crossed her own over her chest. "And who says you need to have all that on?" She asked with an impish grin, biting her lip.

It wasn't so much that Marcel really wanted sex (he always wanted sex in one form or another, so that didn't make much of a difference at all). He just wanted to get Ginny naked. It was surprisingly easy, considering she was a bit of a prude. He'd been trying to open her up, as it were, over the past two years, with limited success. Even Gideon hadn't minded getting a little kinky once in a while. Ginny, it seemed, minded quite a lot. In spite of that, getting her to take her clothes off was comparatively easier, and once that happened, of course the view was spectacular. He loved seeing her naked. It made him want to touch her, kiss her, taste every inch of soft, creamy skin...

Okay, see, now he wanted sex.

"You didn't really want to see it on me, did you? You just wanted me to take my clothes off."

Marcel let out a low, dark laugh that promised many devilish things to come, and he hugged her bottom in his hands before she stepped out of his arms, grinning. He shrugged innocently. "Well," he said, unable to keep a straight face, "it worked, didn't it?" She had begun moving backward, so he kept moving, stepping over the dress that had fallen on the ground. He slowly backed her against the wall.

"And who says you need to have all that on?"

He cut off her coy little comment with a crushing kiss that pressed them both against the wall. Well...Ginny into the wall, himself into Ginny. Which was exactly where he wanted to be. The kiss was brief, though, just long enough to leave her hungry and clawing for more. He knew he was. "And what would I put on after?" he said teasingly. "I can hardly cram myself into a corset, amoreux."

"Well, it worked, didn't it?"

Ginny scoffed quietly shaking her head. She could try the dress on later. Or not. Marcel followed her, pressing her further back until she hit the wall. She hadn't really meant for this, but hey, she didn't mind. She tried to retort; tell him that he didn't have to have all of his clothes on either, but she barely got to finish her sentence before his lips were suddenly against hers.

She gasped quietly and her her hands rose to grip his collar. She closed her eyes and very nearly swooned when he pulled away. She felt warm and tingly all over and she couldn't help but smile. He pulled away too soon and she tried to follow before she tugged him against her almost impatiently.

"And what would I put on after? I can hardly cram myself into a corset amoreux."

Ginny looked up at him with flustered eyes, forgetting for a moment exactly where they were. "You don't have to put anything on," she murmured quietly, gripping his collar a bit more tightly before pushing and pulling him in a way that would switch their positions. Now she had him against the wall. Her fingers worked casually on the buttons of his shirt. "Unless you want to. I mean..." She stood on her tip toes in order to press another warm kiss against his mouth, nipping his lip as she pulled away. "I could try to modify one of my own corsets to fit you." She paused for just a moment to look at him with a little grin, imagining what he'd look like before she shook her head. "No, no, that's a bad idea. I'd much rather have you in nothing at all..." She emphasized this, pressing a kiss into the crook of his neck while her hands, after working on the button and zipper of his pants, shoved themselves beneath the fabric to grab his bottom much like he did hers.

Ginny gripped his collar and turned them around. He complied, not wishing to upset her obviously delightful plans, and let her press him against the wall. Her dear little fingers made quick work of the buttons on his shirt and moved down to his pants in a way that made him catch his breath. He wasn't paying much attention to whatever she was saying. He paid attention to her roaming hands and her soft, pretty lips as she kissed his mouth and throat. His hands tightened on her bottom a moment before he slid his hands to her hips and slid her panties down so they fell to her ankles. Next went her bra, as he deftly unhooked it and removed his hands reluctantly from him so he could glide it off of her arms.

"I'd much rather have you in nothing at all..."

"Mmm..." That made two of them. He made a sounded like someone eating a fabulous piece of cake. He enjoyed her so much, the taste of her, the feel... God, he could spend every minute of every night just having her again and again, and he would be just fine. He hugged her now-nude body to his slightly rumpled one and gave her a kiss that would have taken his breath away if he'd had any. He backed her up so he was no longer against the wall and moved so they were in front of the mirror. Turning Ginny's body to face the ornate full-length mirror, he stood behind her, grinning like a cat who caught the canary. You could practically see the feathers sticking out of his mouth. He placed one hand up on her chest, taking on breast in his hand, and the other moved down below her waist.

Kissing the side of her neck, Marcel started slowly touching her, watching the way her face and body reacted in the mirror. "Look," he murmured softly, touching her a little more deeply and kissing along her jaw, "how fucking pretty you are..." He stiffened against her backside and his hands kept themselves adequately busy. "God, you're gorgeous."

Ginny usually didn't mind playing the submissive. Depending on her mood, of course. But since she began gaining her confidence back - thanks to none other than her dear Dr. Armstrong - she was becoming obviously more dominant. No, she didn't push Marcel around or immasculate him, if that was even possible. She just...contributed a bit more. Whether it was in the bedroom or just something like answering questions or making decisions. Really, she reminded herself a bit of how she was just after she left France a few years ago.

He liked to see how she reacted to the things he did - well, Ginny liked just the same thing. So her hands roamed as she concentrated on his body. She wanted to touch him all over. Of course, she hadn't forgotten completely where they were. And that the door was open. But honestly, she didn't care. If Carey and Addison got curious and wandered in...well, she'd just find something to throw at them and tell them to get the hell out.

Okay, that was a little harsh. Maybe she'd take out the 'hell' and add a 'please'. Yes, that would work.

She was brought back to reality when he was dragging the straps of her bra down her arms. Huh. He made quick work, didn't he? She shouldn't have been surprised. Either way, she had no shame. Marcel obviously didn't either. He pushed her back and turned her so she was facing the mirror. She watched with breathlessly parted lips as he touched her chest. Her eyes fluttered shut and she felt his hand between her thighs. His lips on her neck. God. She moaned quietly, pressing back against him. Her own hands, feeling lost, rested on the hand upon her breast, stroking his knuckles while her other hand moved to rest on the arm belonging to the hand touching her so intimately.

"Look how fucking pretty you are...God you're gorgeous."

When he told her to 'look', she opened her eyes. Feeling what he was doing to her was one thing. It was one very, very good, very intimate, very hot thing. But watching it caused a heavier wave of heat to wash over her. She felt his arousal and she took in a sharp breath. "God, I love you," she released in a sigh. Her fingers curled into his skin, her nails scratching lightly at the surface. Her body trembled. Her eyes fluttered closed then open again. She felt like she was engulfed in flames, but she didn't look like it. Her skin was only slightly rosy and of course, her eyes were on fire. But if he hadn't been so close, and perhaps if he wasn't what, or who, he was, he wouldn't have been able to tell. "Marcel, I want you," she murmured, tilting her head back to meet his lips. "I want you to fuck me senseless," she breathed. Ginny wasn't one for foul language, whereas Marcel was. So, he'd rubbed off on her a little. She pushed his hand from between her thighs and she turned to face him. "I want you." She murmured again, her hands moving along his jaw and into his hair, tugging him down so she could press her lips fiercely against his own. "Please," she asked, using her body to push him back. Of course, before they got much further, her lips moved to his neck and she bit into him ever so briefly, then again before she pulled back to grin at him with bared fangs.

Ginny placed her hands on his hand and his arm, almost as though she were leading his touches, but of course both of them knew it was all him. He moaned softly into her skin, burying his face in her blonde hair, and his fingers moved a little deeper between her thighs. His other hand clutched her hungrily, rubbing over her breasts and stomach like he could absorb the soft, smoothness of his skin and drink it up. She moaned in time with him, sinking back against his body. She started to tremble, quivering in his arms like a leaf, and he pulled her closer, close enough to really feel him swell with desire for her - quite literally.

"God, I love you."

He let out a soft sort of grunt, digging his hands into her skin and between her legs. When she tilted her head back, he met her lips in a heady, heated kiss. It was a little messy because of the angle, but that made it all the more enticing to him.

"Marcel, I want you. I want you to fuck me senseless."

That soft little grunt turned into a groan, and when she turned, he grabbed her body and held it hard against his while she buried her fingers in his hair and yanked him down to kiss her. The kiss grew deeper and more greedy within bare moments, and Marcel had forgotten completely that this wasn't their house, no one knew they were there, and the door was wide open. He didn't care. He just wanting Ginny. Now.

"I want you." Oh, God, Ginny, I want you too. "Please."

Without another word, he kissed her violently and back her against the mirror. Her skin pressed against the cool glass, and they were both perversely reflected, much too close and strangely crowding. He kissed Ginny's troat, forcing her head to the side so she could see the side of her face reflected in the glass. His hands moved down to her thighs, lifting her to wrap around his hips as he forced his pants down. He pressed against her, not entering, just letting her feel him in her most sensitive places. His mouth moved from her throat to her breasts, practically devouring her in their senseless hunger.

"Ask again," he groaned, taking the peak of one breasts gently between his teeth. "Beg me. Tell me how you want it." This was one of his favorite games...making her beg. Nothing turned him on more than her really wanting it.

Ginny just wanted to try on a dress, and now they were in throes of passion. Well...not yet, exactly, but they were getting there. God, and Carey didn't even know they were there yet. Well...he probably did. If he hadn't felt them arrive, he'd most certainly hear them now. Hopefully her sire would have the mind to avoid this entire corridor, at least until things got quiet. That probably wouldn't happen for a while, though.

Marcel only responded to Ginny's words with grunts and groans. He touched her more deeply, more roughly, more heatedly. He returned her kisses, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't what she wanted and it wasn't what she needed. So she told him what she wanted, emphasizing her request by pushing his hand away. She knew what he liked to hear. Being with someone for two years sort of had that effect. He held her against him, allowing no space between them. If she wasn't so hot and bothered, she might have tried to get away from him...tease him a bit. But the ache in her loins was driving her crazy. She was on the brink of tackling him if he didn't do something about it.

But she had her faith. His lips ravaged her own and he pushed her back. Ginny's hand curled around either side of his neck. She felt the glass against her backside and if her mind hadn't left her, she might have suggested they take their activities to the bed, in fear of breaking the mirror. But she couldn't think about anything other than him right now. He hoisted her up and her legs wrapped instinctively around his hips, feeling him against her almost immediately. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pressing little kisses upon his face. She groaned a bit more loudly when his mouth moved to her chest, letting her head fall back against the glass, closing her eyes.

"Ask again. Beg me. Tell me how you want it."

There wasn't anything that Ginny could possibly say that he hadn't heard before. The first time he wanted this, she was hesitant. But now, hell, she didn't care. Marcel liked some strange things, and she'd do some of them to an extent. Begging, now, was something she actually enjoyed doing. Even if she didn't beg every time, she at least said 'please'.

She wrapped her legs more tightly around his hip, her skin buzzing subtley with impatience. "Please, Marcel. Please. You're driving me crazy. I want it. I want you. This. Need. Please. S'il vous plait. Please. I want it rough," her words were breathless. "Just don't break the mirror," she breathed with a briefly amused grin, dipping her head and seeking his lips.

"Please, Marcel. Please. You're driving me crazy. I want it. I want you. This. Need. Please. S'il vous plait. Please. I want it rough." Oh, good girl... She knew just how to turn him on, just how to drive him mad with need. She had no idea just how absolutely sexy and lust-worthy she was, she really didn't. She couldn't. "Just don't break the mirror."

He threw his head back and laughed aloud at the ceiling a few moments before facing her again and planting a kiss on her so hard he thought he'd break her, never mind the mirror! Don't break the mirror... That she could make him laugh and make him lust at the same time was just part of what made her so damn special. He pulled back and let her fall onto her feet, pressing his hands against her back. "Rough?" he said in a near growl, kissing her on the jaw and throat. "You want it rough? I can give you rough... Oh, amoreux, I can fucking destroy you..." All this was said surprisingly lovingly. He nipped hard at her shoulder and suddenly whipped her around so he was facing her back. He bent her roughly at the waist and took her hands, planting them on the frame of the mirror. He bent over her body, kissing the back of her neck and shoulders.

Then, without warning, he entered her from behind. They rarely did it standing up; it was nice sometimes to have a change of pace.

He thrust into her with a barely suppressed grunt, feeling himself slide so deep he wondered if she could taste him. As for him, God, Ginny felt good. His hands moved around to her front, running over her breasts and stomach even as he moved into her. The mirror was knocking gently against the wall, but...at least it didn't break.

He laughed at her comment about the mirror and Ginny just grinned, burying her face in his neck as he did so. He didn't say anything, he just pressed his lips against her own in a bruising kiss that left her mouth throbbing and would have left her heart pounding. She was sort of serious though. She didn't want to break the mirror. It was one of a kind. Carey had it imported from some country she couldn't recall ages ago. And if she was going to take it back home with her, well...frankly, she didn't want it in pieces.

He loosed her from him so she was standing on her own again and she lolled her head back a bit, grinning impishly at him. His hands pressed their bodies together and Ginny's fingers curled into his shirt. It was unbuttoned, but it still clung to his shoulders. That was okay, though. She thought it was quite sexy this way. She just used the fabric to pull herself closer to him, rising up on her toes.

"Rough? You want it rough? I can give you rough... Oh, amoreux, I can fucking destroy you..."

Ginny giggled quietly, looking him straight in the eye. God, she loved those eyes. She felt a fresh wave of heat engulf her body and her own eyes became a bit heavier with lust. "Destroy me, then," she demanded in a murmur. She gasped and gave a startled noise when he forced her around, his hands guiding her own to brace herself on the frame of the mirror. She could see his reflection and she watched him kiss her. She closed her eyes for a moment and just felt him too. His lips, his breath, his skin, his everything.

Suddenly, she felt him inside of her and she made a small noise, but otherwise was quiet. Her breathing came hard and fast. The only thing that she didn't like about this is that is felt a bit impersonal, but God, it felt good. Ginny just...she didn't care. She felt his hands wrap around her body to her front, moving over every mound of flesh and every contour and she gave a heady sigh. Her hand held more tightly onto the frame while her other hand moved to retrieve one of his own. She kissed the palm and his fingers, nipping at the skin with a quiet groan. Eventually she let go of him to hold onto the mirror again, her eyes fluttering open to look at his reflection, her gaze seeking his own.

So they had guests. Carey hadn't known they were coming, but he could sense his own fledgling near so sudden. And it wasn't Addison... she'd been much closer in a very long time. It had been nice to live here in France the last few years, far from everything and everyone, back in a country where he knew the language and the history. Back at his home, the home he used to share with Ginny, and now he shared it with Addison. And had they shared it well? Very well... just like Ginny thought, there was barely a surface on the castle where he hadn't had Addison. An exception was Ginny's old room - they'd been in there, since Ginny had allowed Addison to buy her dresses... but to Carey it had just seemed wrong to do it in Ginny's room. So just outside the door it was then, and Addison wearing a gorgeous old-fashioned dress. He'd loved to lift the skirts like that.

But she hadn't been wearing that tonight. They had been out to feed and then gone home. Behind the castle there was a lake, Addison knew it even when she came as a vampire, since when she came here for the first time a few years back when Carey turned her, she had had to bathe in that lake. There wasn't any running water on the castle. And tonight they'd shared a good time by the lake, though Carey did sense Ginny coming. So when he was dry he got himself dressed again and smiled at Addison, "I'll go see how... or perhaps what they're doing. Join me soon." He winked at her, he had an idea of what they were doing. When Ginny was this near, he could sense a bit of her mood, and it was pretty high.

Carey was dressed well as always, in what he liked to wear. Black leather pants and a dark green shirt that went well with his eyes. His boots were black too. He entered the castle and went towards where he sensed them... Marcel was here too. Soon he heard them too, the walls were thick on the old castle, but when close enough, he could hear them well. Flesh against flesh, just as he thought. And since Carey wasn't exactly shy, he found them in the room and leaned casually to the doorframe, just watching. He'd seen Ginny naked one time since he returned from Africa, and that wasn't much. It was still a pretty sight. Even prettier though, he thought, was the sight of Marcel and what he was doing. Honestly by now, if he had to choose between the two, he'd go for Marcel. Perhaps also because it had been quite awhile since Carey had sex with any male alone... and he wouldn't either, now, not without Addison. Carey said nothing yet though, just watched with an interested smile on his face, while also waiting for Addison to join him.

There was always the possibility that Ginny would turn around and slap him, and if he'd entered where he'd wanted, that likelihood would have increased a hundredfold, but as it was, Ginny seemed to be enjoying herself almost as much as he was. He was just on such an unbelievable high, it was nearly impossible to imagine her having as much fun as him. He slammed his hips into hers until he felt like his blood was pumping a hundred miles per hour, and he kissed hungrily along Ginny's back and shoulders, running his fingers passionately over her skin and into her hair and... She was so beautiful. Every part of her, he wanted. Every inch of her skin, he wanted to taste. He grunted softly into her back, nipping here and there at her shoulder blades.

Ginny took one of his roaming hands and pressed it to her mouth, kissing the palm and fingers with every ounce of enthusiasm she gave his lips. When he looked up to see their reflection, he saw...all of her. He saw her body bent, he saw himself inside her, he saw the way he was kissing and biting her skin, and he saw her eyes, gold meeting blue until it seemed half of their lovemaking was taking place inside the mirror itself. He gripped her hard, one hand on her waist and the other on her breast, and stared into her eyes, breathing hard.

He was so absorbed in all this, he only half-noticed when, all of a sudden, they had company.

Carey, it seemed, had come home, and from the looks of things, he was perfectly content to just stand in the doorway and watch Ginny and Marcel have at it. Marcel didn't care. Why should he? Let Carey watch. Maybe he'd pick up a few pointers. He kept going, ramming himself deeper into Ginny until he came with low, animal grunt, dragging his fingertips hard down Ginny's side like he was going to claw into her. He lay over her bent body a moment, taking short, shallow breaths and pressing his hands over hers where they gripped the sides of the mirror's frame. He ran his face slowly over her skin, almost nuzzling her, and just took in her scent, the scent of her skin and hair and sweat and pleasure and breath. Finally, he straightened, although he didn't pull out just yet, and he looked at Carey with lust-starred eyes. He gave Ginny's hip a playful little slap.

"Having fun?" he said with a smirk. "You mind turning so I can put my fucking pants back on? I doubt Ginny wants me in here forever. Well, you never know, but she'd probably get a little sore after the first few days."

Ginny was absolutely flustered. His entire body was pressed against hers as he moved into her. She felt his lips and his teeth. She would have liked to return his affections, but she couldn't. All that she could really do was stand there, brace herself, and she managed to kiss his hand. But that was all that she could do. He seemed to be enjoying himself, though. His hands were everywhere they could reach. Her skin, her hair. She felt his breath in short puffs on her back each time moved against her and her own breath fogged the mirror ever so slightly.

Their eyes met in the heat of the moment and Ginny was almost startled by the fire in his. It wasn't a bad fire. It was a very good, passionate, heated, lusting fire that her own eyes reflected. His movements came harder and Ginny was so lost, just staring at Marcel as they made love. It really was the only way she could really connect to him this way. He gripped her harder and she let out a noise that was a cross between passion and very slight discomfort.

Meanwhile, there was Carey, and Ginny didn't even notice. She didn't notice her own sire and she didn't notice he was watching. And if she did? Well, she'd be looking for a shoe or something to throw at him. But she didn't notice. Besides, Marcel was fucking her senseless. She was focusing on the only thing that mattered at the moment.

Things came to a peak and Ginny felt a bruising trail that his fingers left down her side, and then all was quiet and still. Ginny heaved a sigh, her arms shaking ever so slightly. Marcel was finished, but he didn't move. Ginny hadn't finished, which was ever so slightly frustrating, but she didn't say anything. After a moment, Marcel slapped her hip and she looked at him. What was he doing?

"Having fun? You mind turning so I can put my fucking pants back on? I doubt Ginny wants me in here forever. Well, you never know, but she'd probably get a little sore after the first few days."

Who the hell was he talking to? When she looked at his reflection, his head was turned, looking towards the direction of the door. Only then did that sense of familiarity strike her and for a moment she wondered if she could sink into the mirror. Well, obviously not. Ginny straightened herself as well, her hand reaching back to press against Marcel's abs, pushing him back and out of her. Meanwhile, she snatched that dress off the floor and held it up to herself, shielding Marcel's body with her own so Carey couldn't see anything...well...anything that he'd want to see. "Haven't you heard of privacy?" she asked in a half-irritated growl. She wasn't upset with anyone, really. She was just frustrated.

Carey could stand here for quite awhile it seemed, just leaning to the doorframe with his arms casually crossed and that smirk on his lips. It was interesting to watch. Marcel still looked pretty good if you'd ask Carey, but most probably wouldn't. Ginny... beautiful and pale as always, but she wasn't quite his thing anymore. After having Addison a few years, he knew they were so much better for each other in bed than he and Ginny ever were. Addison was much more exhibitionistic just like Carey was. Honestly he was halfway surprised they'd do this with the door open like that, but maybe Ginny didn't have a say in it, and Marcel just took what he wanted. Which wouldn't surprise Carey one tiny bit - and it wouldn't surprise him either if Ginny very easily submitted to Marcel to please him and her of course.

Finally Marcel got himself done, and though Carey sensed Ginny's pleasure, it was not quite the amount that Marcel felt. After a few moments, Marcel straightened and looked to Carey. "Having enough fun." Carey replied with a grin, and then Marcel continued to ask Carey to turn around. He arched a brow, "It's not like I haven't seen any of you naked before. So what's the rush?" He asked, his French accent more obvious after having spent a few years here once more. He didn't turn around though. Besides, this was his castle. Ginny had chosen London over Carey, he had wanted her to return to France with him years ago, but she didn't want to. So it wasn't as much hers as his at all anymore.

Now Ginny had cooled a tiny bit down too, she also noticed Carey. She straightened herself too and pushed Marcel away from her. He almost wanted to laugh at how she attempted to shield them both... did she forget there was a mirror behind her? But he chose to not laugh, though it was hard to play really nice right now. The situation was just so amusing... and tense for that matter, in the good way. "If you wanted privacy, I'd have expected this door to be closed." Carey said, nodding to the open door, "But if it's that important, I'll wait outside." And so he did, took the few steps outside and leaned to the wall next to the still open door on the outside of it. He looked down the direction where he came from, hoping Addison would catch up soon.

The interruption should not really have been as unexpected as it was, but, alas... Marcel was just so hung up on what he was doing, he'd neglected to pay very much attention to his surroundings at all! Well, at least it was good. Very good. Too good... He hadn't felt Ginny finish as completely as he had, but he'd worry about that later. For the moment, his selfish side was showing. He'd get her off soon, at some point.

Ginny seemed less at ease with Carey's intrusion. She straightened and actually shoved Marcel backward. Well, that was as unceremonious an exit strategy as he'd ever seen, although there was that gorgeous whore in Italy who- Well, maybe not the best time to think of her. Ginny in the meantime was busy hiding herself, and him. Once more, he couldn't recall, had he told her about his illicit tryst with her sire? He could never remember what she knew and what she didn't... Judging from her obvious eagerness to hide Marcel's half-nude body from Carey's prying eyes, he guessed that yes, she knew. That, or she knew Carey would have been attracted. Not, of course, that Marcel could blame him. (Sex always made him a little cockier than usual. No pun intended.)

"If you wanted privacy, I'd have expected this door to be closed." Well, that was a fair point, Marcel thought... "But if it's that important, I'll wait outside."

Carey stepped out into the hallway and Marcel wasted no time. He hugged Ginny playfully around the waist and kissed the side of her throat, nipping playfully. Good sex, such good sex... That was all he could think of, was how fantastic she had felt! "You are," he said with a hint of a mock growl, "so unbelievably sexy. Do you know that, cheri?" He gave her a squeeze and lowered his voice to a stage whisper. "Think we can get in a quick one before he comes back in?"

She may have been frustrated, but they could deal with that later. At the moment, she was more concerned with Carey oggling things that weren't his. Yes, Ginny was the tiniest bit possessive, but she'd been that way with all of her lovers. Even Carey, in the first stages of their strange relationship, experienced her tiny possessive streak. And of course, she hadn't forgotten about past things that Marcel had told her about. It was one of the reasons she was iffy about bringing Marcel here in the first place, but she figured if something did happen or if something was even insinuated...well, someone was going to get slapped. So she wasn't too worried.

She just didn't want Carey looking. So she stood in front of Marcel's body, sheilding herself with that rather large gown. She could tell from the light in her sire's eyes that he wanted to laugh. She could almost see the tension in his face as he tried not to. Ginny just narrowed her eyes. It wasn't funny! This wasn't a show! And even if it was, well, he would have had to pay up beforehand. Carey did mention something about the door and Ginny begrudgingly gave him that, but still.

Either way, it got him out of the room, although he didn't seem to go very far.

Meanwhile, it seemed Marcel hadn't gotten dressed at all. He was still in his shirt, of course, but when his arm slid around her middle to hug her to him, she felt...well...everything. He laid a kiss on her throat and, despite her frustration, she grinned. She loved this, after all. She loved the way his arm fit snugly around her waist and she loved the way he made her feel. She especially loved this mood - it fit him awfully well.

"You are so unbelievably sexy. Do you know that, cheri?"

She dropped the dress again and pulled his arm more tightly around herself, holding it against her bosom. "I know," she said cheekily, leaning back against him and laying her head against his shoulder in order to look up at him.

"Think we can get in a quick one before he comes back in?"

It was an appealing thought, seeing as how her body was still running on high. But then again...she grinned at him for a moment, mischief alight in her eyes. "We probably could," she murmured playfully, reaching up to press a few kisses to his jaw. She nipped his skin before looking him in the eye again. "But good things come to those who wait," she chirped with a teasing grin. "Besides, I wouldn't want to wear you out," she teased quietly, pressing a kiss to his lips. She pulled out of his arms and snatched her original dress off the floor, slipping it over her head. She didn't bother with her underwear, though. Then she grabbed Marcel's pants and sidled up to him, her head lolling back ever so slightly in order to keep his gaze. She chewed coyly on her lip. "Now put these on before you tempt me any further," she murmured.

Addison was really enjoying her time in France. It was such a nice change from life in London, even though she would always be a city girl at heart. She had her first taste of the rustic lifestyle back when Carey first turned her, and now that she had spent over two years living this way, she was used to not having running water or electricity. And she very quickly learned that bathing in the lake with Carey was much more exciting than any shower could ever be.

They'd been having some of that excitement when Ginny and Marcel showed up, though neither she nor Carey were ready to finish just yet. Perhaps they were being terrible hosts, but from what she could sense, the couple didn't need any help finding their way around the castle. In fact, she was fairly sure they were just as busy as she and Carey had been. After a while, she and Carey were both satisfied and he dried and changed to go find them, leaving her alone in the lake. Rinsing her hair out one more time, she too got out of the water and dried off, taking her time as she pulled the fuchsia dress she had been wearing back on. Finding her shoes scattered on her walk back to the castle, she stopped to slide them on, before continuing her way to the room Carey had given her before she was turned. Even if she knew it was Ginny and Marcel, she still wanted to look her best.

Sitting at her vanity, she ran a brush through her wet hair, tying it low and to the side with a piece of black ribbon. She' d much rather it be dry with the natural curls it seemed to get now that she was a vampire and perhaps apply a bit of makeup, but they had company and she shouldn't keep them waiting too long. So instead she just gave herself a once over and made her way to where she could sense Carey, Ginny and Marcel, grinning as she saw Carey standing against the wall outside of the door. "I see they made themselves at home," she chuckled, giving him a kiss once she reached him.

Carey didn't care to hide the fact, that he'd seen them both without clothes on. Why should he, when it was the truth? Besides, Carey had Addison now and Ginny had Marcel. And they were being true to their beloveds, so why did it matter? You could watch but don't touch, right... at least Carey thought so, right now. And though Ginny tried to hide them both from his sight, she forgot the mirror behind her. So what if she gave him that look, that she was displeased. It was an amusing situation, and besides, they hadn't closed the door. None of them argued with that point, and in the end, carey slid outside and leaned to the wall near the door. Let them have a little privacy at least, and he could hear that Marcel wanted to make good use of that. And Ginny wanted him to wait.

He stood there with an amused grin on his face when his Addison finally came into sight. She'd put on her dress again, but it didn't matter. She had a habit of not wearing anything under the dress, and just the mere thought of that satisfied Carey a lot. She'd combed her hair and she smelled like the fresh cool sea water they were just in. Her hair wasn't dry yet. Carey just couldn't help but take in every detail. So what if they had been together for years now, it didn't make him love her less and did not make her less sexy and beautiful in his eyes.

Addison grinned too when she saw Carey, and leaned up to kiss him with a chuckle on her lips, "It didn't take long it seems. But then, we didn't take that long making ourselves at home either." He said with a wink to her and put an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, "It's a pity I think Ginny won't let us have Marcel. It wouldn't be bad to repeat our last encounter." Carey added with another grin, "But I better be nice to our guests, right?" He gave her his most angelic smile, the puppy eyes that people who didn't know him would fall for right away. As if he could be innocent and angelic. It was centuries ago since he'd been that.

Sex always made Marcel happy. The idea, the foreplay, the act, the aftermath... He loved every moment of all of it, relished it like he would have a rich glass of wine. Sex with Ginny was just that much better. Her body was so soft and supple, every move she made so responsive, that it was impossible for him not to enjoy her when he had her. And he did have her... Every day he had her at his disposal, and he loved it, being able to see her and kiss her whenever he liked. Sure, in their calmer moments, fatigue was beginning to set in; they'd been together a little too much for a little too long now. But in moments like this, all he wanted was her. Which was why his suggestion of another brief tryst while Carey waited was only half-joking.

"We probably could... But good things come to those who wait. Besides, I wouldn't want to wear you out." Wear him out... Right. As if she could! Still, he sighed dramatically in resignation and took his pants out of her hands as she offered them. "Now put these on before you tempt me any further."

He grinned and grabbed her around the waist, tugging her into a rough, though clearly loving, kiss. He was still holding his pants. "Oh, but I like tempting you, mon petit agneau," he said slyly. "And you make it so..." He kissed her again, a little more softly. "So..." Once more on the throat, letting his lips shiver lightly against her skin. "Easy..."

Then, with a gentle slap to her behind, he pulled abruptly away and set about pulling on his pants and refastening the belt. His shirt, he left hanging open. He just didn't feel like buttoning it. "But no, you don't want to be tempted," he said casually, a smirk turning the corners of his mouth. "Maybe some other time...or some other person without your intimidating morals," he teased, pulling her close to nuzzle the back of her neck. "Carey!" he called still hugging Ginny from around the back and nuzzling her neck, kissing her head, nibbling her ear. "How strong are your morals?"

Ginny was just teasing, of course. It would probably be impossible to wear him out. There were nights where, if she let him, they'd not ever even make it out of bed. This was a rare occurance, of course, simply because, although she enjoyed sex like any other person might, after such a bout, it left her feeling a tad bit used. And she didn't like that feeling. She'd much rather have one round of passionate, romantic, love-ridden intimacy that left her feeling very good about herself and them, than several rounds of quick, lust-driven, testosterone-filled acts that left her tired and sore. Either way, Ginny decided, they were finished for now. Besides, they had company.

Not only Carey anymore either - she could sense Addison outside the room too. She could even hear her voice, although she didn't pay much attention to the words. She was too busy with Marcel at the moment. He took his pants and kissed her and she grinned into it.

"Oh, but I like tempting you, mon petit agneau. And you make it so...so...easy."

Ginny hummed quietly as he kissed her throat and she felt his breath against her skin. He was right. It was easy - just being this close to him sent shivers down her spine and made her chest flutter. It really wasn't fair. She couldn't affect him as much as she used to be able to. It's like...he'd developed a tolerance for her, like the human body would for alcohol. Sometimes it made her a bit sad that she couldn't do the things to him that he could to her. Like giving her the butterflies or making her blush. Ginny couldn't really do that to him anymore...at least not without getting naked. But...she supposed...that's what happened in long term relationships - at least with the men. She didn't know. She didn't like to think about it.

Right now wasn't a time to be sad though. In fact, she was the exact opposite. She watched as he put on his pants and she was just about to move to button his shirt, since he obviously wasn't going to. But before she could, he grabbed her and she let out a startled, joyful noise.

"But no, you don't want to be tempted. Maybe some other time...or some other person without your intimidating morals."

Huh. That hurt a tiny bit, actually, but she forced herself to keep the feeling at bay. One of the things her shrink had taught her was not to make something out of nothing. They were just words. Marcel was just teasing and it was easy to forget when he pressed his face into the back of her neck and kissed her.

"Carey! How strong are your morals?"

Ginny glanced at the door, almost certain that the couple outside would use that as their cue to come in. Ginny was still vaguely uncomfortable, but she hid it under a smile. "They're strong enough," she said in a playfully admonishing manner, directed towards Marcel, although she was partly serious. Ginny wasn't an insecure woman, at least not anymore, but she knew how...well, she knew how all of these people were. And it was keeping her on her toes, figuratively speaking.

The two in Ginny's old bedroom seemed occupied with each other, and so Carey occupied himself with Addison while he waited. She was already there, close, and he pulled her even closer, replied to her and even mentioned what a pity it was that Ginny would probably not let them borrow Marcel. It had been years now, since Carey had sex with another male... he had barely thought about it while he was alone with Addison, but now that Marcel was here, and he knew just how Marcel felt and had seen him more or less naked already - well then there wasn't far from Carey's mind to his more sensitive parts.

Still, he'd be true to Addison. So maybe he should just try something different. Thinking about it made him think of new things, that he would have to discuss with Addison later when they were alone again. They had visited porn shops before, together, and Carey just recalled a thing he'd seen there that he might want to make Addy use on him - if she wanted it too, but it might be interesting. Now that Marcel seemed to belong way too much to Ginny. Carey pressed another heated kiss to Addison's lips just by the thought of this new game they could play together in bed. They seemed to have a way of experimenting, and he'd never met anyone who wanted it as much as he; not until he met Addison. They really were made for each other, weren't they?

He wasn't paying much attention to Marcel and Ginny at the moment, just Addison, that's until Marcel called his name and he broke the kiss - leaned his head back against the wall. He grinned by the question and took Addison's hand, when spoken to like that, he assumed he could enter the room again - and so he did, tugging his beloved with him, while he thought about what to say to the question. He could say so many things, and with the half-naked Marcel he saw just before, well morals... they were one thing, but could be broken too. "I think that would depend on what morals you want to know about." Carey replied with a wink, looking at the other two, who seemed unable to let go of each other. Much like he and Addison.

Even though she had just seen him a few minutes earlier, Addison was excited to see Carey standing in the hallway. She was always excited to see him and spend time with him. Each night was a new adventure and she was always eager to see where the night took them. It seemed that this evening was going to be a lot more interesting than either of them anticipated, as they had themselves some guests. Did Carey know that they were coming? Surely if he had, he would have told her!

She had yet to actually see Ginny and Marcel, having gotten herself distracted when she saw Carey, but Marcel calling out to Carey was enough to remind them that they had guests waiting. She frowned a bit when Carey broke their kiss, but happily followed when he tugged her around the corner and into the bedroom. Ginny's room was the the only room in the castle that they didn't screw in, though she had been in there a handful of times when they had picked a few dresses for her to try on. She looked around for a moment, her mind briefly wandering to what the four of them could do on her bed before she pushed those thoughts away and smiled at the couple.

She had always liked Ginny. Even when she was human, the woman had been somewhat of a friend to her. And then it just so happened that Carey turned her and they ended up having the same sire. Still, she didn't see enough of Ginny. That would have to change soon. And Marcel...well...she remembered all too clearly the night she met him. She'd been wanting to invite him over for some time now. It was almost a shame that they wouldn't get that luxury, but she respected Ginny enough to not attempt to get Marcel to play.

Stopping beside Carey, she waited for for him to answer Marcel's question before she would properly greet the pair. How strong were Carey's morals? She thought he had pretty strong morals. When it came to some things. He had, after all, stayed faithful to her all of this time after centuries of being able to bang anyone he wanted. Then again, he also liked to torture people. Perhaps it was lingering parts of her humanity, but despite her involvement in it, she found herself uncomfortable when he got too brutal. Still, she did it because he enjoyed it and she loved him and would give him whatever she could.

Once Carey answered, she smiled at him then pulled away, crossing the space between the two couples to hug Ginny. "Bonjour," she grinned at the woman, giving her a kiss on each cheek before pulling back to give Marcel a nod. "Comment allez-vous?" She looked between them, waiting for one of them to answer, practically bursting with excitement about being able to use the French Carey had been teaching her.

It was obvious to Marcel that he was getting under Ginny's skin, in an entirely different way than before. She had that slightly tense, feigning playfulness look on her face, and he felt her body sort of take up its guard even while she was in his arms. He sighed... She was so damn sensitive sometimes. And she didn't really need to be, did she? Of course not. She was his...all his. And he reminded her of that while he murmured something indistinct in reply to her words and kissed her neck, her jawline, her ear. He hugged her close to his chest, practically snuggling her in his zeal to have her close. He wouldn't go after Carey or his little girlfriend tonight, no, because he knew it would piss Ginny off. He didn't want that. He did prefer her to be happy, after all.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear. "You know that, cheri?" When Carey came into the room and leaned against the doorframe, he didn't say anymore, but he did give Ginny's ear a playful nibble and squeezed her tight. Just to show how very pleased he was by her.

"I think that would depend on what morals you want to know about."

"Point taken," he replied with a rakish, fanged grin. He released Ginny and moved to walk past her (though not without a casual grab of her behind) toward where Carey leaned. He took Carey's hand, his eyes glittering mischeviously, and he gave it a firm shake. "It's been a while, ami," he said, just as Addison had come in.

"Bonjour. Comment allez-vous?"

It figured that the only one of the four who was not French was the one to go spout off in French. Show-off, he thought smirkingly, though he did give her a brief once-over. Skin and hair both a little darker than he liked, but her shape was perfectly acceptable. Good tits, small waist, lean legs that looked like they could wrap themselves around his hips and never let go... But of course, he reminded himself, he had Ginny here. He loved Ginny, he really did, but he was almost a little disappointed she was there.