The errand boy was just leaving. Closing the door and shoving his money in his pocket. Cheddar locked the door behind him and carried his boxes of groceries to the kitchen. The beer was in the fridge before the errand boy made it out of the driveway. The bottle of scotch got opened right after. He was taking pulls off the bottle as he put the stuff away.

The dog food, the wine bottles, the actual groceries, vodka, gin, whiskey, bourbon, six gallons of orange juice, there was never any milk though.....Cheddar was terribly drunk. Prior to the errand boy dropping off this evening there had only been the two bottles of Bailey's between Cheddar and sobriety.

He had been lonely lately, more so than usual. Matt hadn't been around, he hadn't seen Jibby, and he hadn't yet dealt with Viv.....as if all of that wasn't enough, he missed Enyo more than he wanted to admit.

The house is a bit of a mess. Normally it's very tidy, tonight there are boxes everywhere. Not just fom the groceries either, a bunch had come fed-ex from a publiscist. They were piled everywhere but the recliner and the couch. On the coffee table is a box of black sharpie fine point markers that has spilled.

The demon is putting things away clad only in a pair of cutoff jean shorts. It had definitely been an initiate errand boy. His tail seems restless. His left hand still clutches the scotch bottle, which is halfway empty already.

Night had just recently fallen. The vampress had gotten up, showered and threw on some clothes. She didn’t even care what she was putting on. Honest. For her to not care what she’s wearing is a sure sign that something is bothering her. She even barely stopped to quickly run a brush through her hair. Now you /really/ know something is wrong if she’s not bothering to care for her beautiful long red hair in the usual fashion. She snaps the leash onto Sasha’s collar and out the door they go.

You’re damn right something is wrong. She’s suffering the most terrible loneliness that she’s experienced for a while. It’s a loneliness that has just been growing and growing since the night he walked her to her front door and they parted company. She had begun to miss him the moment the door had closed. Since then, that feeling just grew and grew and grew. She couldn’t take it anymore. She /had/ to see him. She just hoped that he was home.

Once she’d gotten to the point where she was no longer in the busy part of Bayfield, she draped Sasha’s leash over the dogs back. She’d gotten Sasha to the point where she could do that without the dog running away at all for /any/ reason unless the vampress was throwing a ball for her to fetch and bring back. Yes. These two have bonded a /lot/ since Sasha went home with Enyo. If it wasn’t for Sasha, Enyo would have gone totally insane from the loneliness.

His house is in sight now and she picks up her pace. Her dark blue skirt flowing around her ankles as she walks. The black half shirt has three buttons left undone. Her hair isn’t as brushed out as it should be or as it usually is. She didn’t care. There was only one thing she cared about right now. Seeing him.

She gets to the front door and pulls her keys out of her pocket. She can hear the dogs inside and unlocks the door. She briefly gives them all pets and such before going inside. The dogs follow. Sasha’s happy to see her siblings and begins their doggy games with them. She was surprised to see the place a bit of a mess but continues towards where she hears sound coming from. The kitchen. She pauses in the doorway.

“Cheddar...” Her soft angelic voice fills the air with that one simple word.

He was just putting away the Corn Pops when she spoke. His tail stood straight up. "Enyo." he said in a breathy but cheerful tone. He turned from his task and set down the scotch.

Sasha and Bart came to stand in the door way. "Hey Sasha." he told the dog, he was already making his way to Enyo though. His hand immediately went to her hair, and he looked her up and down. Even drunk he can tell something isn't right. "Is everything okay? You aren't quite so put together as usual." he says staring down into her vibrant green eyes.

She’d noticed the bottle of scotch, as well as the strong smell of alcohol in general, but honestly did not care at that moment in time. Hearing her name come from him made her step further into the kitchen towards him.

She stopped again though as she watched him coming towards her. That inside tingly feeling hit her like a ton of bricks the moment his hand touched her hair. She’s gazing up at him and can smell the alcohol. She doesn’t care though. Without any warning in the least, she goes up onto her tip toes and wraps her arms around his neck. Her mouth is right by his ear.

“I had to see you...” she whispered softly and pretty much clung to him.

He picks her up, his face lit with that devlish grin of his that shows his dimples and his fangs. "Oh did you....You had to?" He breaths against her ear and wraps both his arms and wings around her. He holds her as if he has no plans on letting her go. Right now he doesn't plan on letting her go.

She’s so light since she’s such a dainty looking thing. Fragile looking to mortals but so far from being fragile it’s not even funny. She nearly melts against him as he wraps his arms and wings around her. “Yes...” she whispers and continues to cling to him.

“God...” comes her sweet voice... without gagging at having said that word! “I missed you...”

He likes hearing those words far more than a cad of his calibre should. Enyo is not quite like anyone else he knows though. He has yet to find a quality in her he doesn't like. He leans his tall frame against the counter while he holds her still. "It is good to see you too, makes me very glad I gave you keys." he murmurs to her still gazing into her eyes. "What kept you away so long?"

What kept her away so long? Let’s see. She met an elder vampire that she couldn’t help but feel nervous and afraid around (that’s still a work in progress). Then after that was the meeting up with Morose (that we’ve technically not yet started but will be doing so soon). All of it had left her feeling quite worn out and just wanting to hide away for a bit. And thus she had done so.

“Far too many things,” came her soft answer. “But I’m here now...”

"Yes, I see where you are, and now that you are here, what should I do with you?" His own voice, is soft, husky and utterly inhuman.

"You know I was almost ready to come to you....." he says.

What should he do with her? So many different things could possibly come to mind at that moment. What ever will she say? Any takers on trying to guess this one? No? Okay. Your loss.

“Hold me...” she breathes against him. “Don’t let go...” She could have added more to this you know. The first thing that comes to /my/ mind is ‘love me’. However, she doesn’t say it. No. She keeps that to herself.

"I've no intention of letting you go." He tells her, raggedly in his voice like molten steel. He carries her out to the living room and realizes there are boxes everywhere. So he turns around and carries her down the hallway and into his room. ( Funny but none of Cheddar's other partners have been brought into his room)

He sits on the large round bed with her. He'd been careful to shut his door with his tail. He rests his forehead on her shoulder and gently runs his hands down her back.

Oh god, how she needed to hear him say that. She needed to feel his arms around her as he was doing right now. She needs him. That’s all there is to it. No if’s, and’s or but’s about it. She knows this but won’t say it out loud. At least, not right now. Being away from him for two long weeks was very nearly enough to drive her insane even through the other things she had been doing.

Her eyes closed as he carried her into his room. Except for those first couple of days that she’d been here, this was the room that he brought her to after that. A soft sigh escapes from her as his hands run down her back. She’s not yet been able to get herself to release her arms from around his neck. She’s clinging to him as if he was going to vanish from her the moment she even blinked. “I missed you so much...” she can’t help but say again.

"Well, you know anytime you miss me, you can just let yourself in." He says. It's likely if anyone else were here and she showed up they'd be asked to leave. Except Jibby, but Jibby came over for converstaion and a bite to eat, not to get a piece of tail.

Cheddar stays curled protectively around her.

She nodded her head ever so slightly against him. It was enough, though, that he’d know she had done so. Contrary to what it looks like the majority of the time when these two are together, she doesn’t just come to him for a piece of tail. I know this. She knows this. And I’m sure that he might be figuring that out by now. At least, we hope so anyway.

One hand finally loosened from around his neck and started caressing the hair on the back of his head.

"Hmmm." He murmurs softly as her hand goes to his hair. "Should we stay in all night, or go do something?" he asks softly. He must know she isn't just here for the tail, he goes and does things with her, Whiteskies, walking, and to the store for dog gear, see if he'd flap his wings to fly anyone else to Whiteskies.....

It’s a good thing that he knows she’s not just there for the tail. Perhaps it might have been so that first night or two. Remember, she had been clearly intoxicated by fresh blood the first night and then had been even more so after having had his after he’d been drinking even. Boy howdy did that really send her into the highest state of lust ever. But it had been fun, eh? ;) Besides, if she was just here for the tail, they’d both be naked by now.

Anyway, a soft content sigh escapes from her. “Anything that doesn’t involve me being away from you,” she answers back just as softly.

Naked is just a zipper away for the demon. Granted Enyo is wearing a bit more, but we already know she never wears anything beneath her clothes. "Well I think I know something then." in that molten voice that gets under the skin of his.

He carries her into his bathroom. He sets her on the sink counter and there goes that zipper that was between him and naked. He steps into his shower and adjusts the water before turning on the jets, he leaves the glass door opened and get his hair wet and lathered. "The water's nice...." he calls in a sing song voice.

What, he likes having help with his wings.........

She clings to him the entire way to the bathroom and reluctantly removes her arms from around his neck as he sets her on the counter. Her eyes widen ever so slightly as his shorts fall to the floor. She doesn’t have to be invited twice into the shower with him. She hops off the counter and her clothing joins his on the floor. She’s already showered but hey, a girls gotta have some fun, eh?

She pulls a couple of sections of her long red hair over her shoulders and steps into the shower. She’s got quite the innocent look on her face as she does so. She goes right over to him and places both hands lightly on his abdomen. Her head tilts back slightly and she gazes up at him with those bright green eyes of hers.

"It's good you've come by, my wings might get properly cleaned now." He teases her as her delicate and cool feeling hands rest on his stomach.

There is that fluttering in his chest again, breathless, hopeless, fluttering. All he can do is sigh. Why is her touch so much more than anyone else's, like an electrical charge passes between them when they make contact?

She laughs softly at his teasing words. Her hands are indeed cool. Quite cold to be honest. Not quite like ice but not much warmer than that. And she’s quite pale as well. Her very pale skin makes her green eyes seem even brighter green and her hair just that much more redder. “I’m sure they will,” she teases back as she slowly runs her cold hands lightly up to his chest.

He smiles at her and puts his hands over hers. He arches back towards the larger jets to rinse his hair. The muscles of his torso ripple beneath her hands as he leans into the water. The water no doubt makes his already sleek and supple skin even smoother.

An inhaling of breath can be heard from her as she feels his muscles ripple under her cold hands. One would almost think it was the first time she’d felt such on him but it’s not. It still amazes her every time though. She can feel his skin becoming even smoother to the touch as the water pours over them. Her cold hands begin to travel softly over him until one reaches the inside of one of his wings. Cold hand begins to ever so gently caress his soft feathery wings. I wonder, how does it feel to have such warm water pouring over you and such cold hands touching you at the same time?

While he is prepared for her touch on his extremely sensative wings, her touch is much colder than the last time. He inhales sharply, but not sharp enough to call it a gasp. He leans forward again now that he's rinsed his hair. An arm snakes it's slipery way around her waist and he draws her closer against him.

She smiles and bats her long eyelashes up at him as she hears his sharp intake of breath. Her cold hand continues to gently touch the inside of his sensitive wing. She easily goes when he pulls her close against him. And still, she does not feel tiny next to him even though she really is. “Kiss me...” she breathes.

He won't make her ask twice. He leans down and gently presses his lips to her own. He really doesn't give her one kiss but many small gentle ones, letting his lips flutter against hers and draw away just enough to make her aware he's pulled away. So she can softly kiss him back when he returns his lips.

What a tease! Yes. That’s what he’s doing. Teasing her. But that’s okay. She’s enjoying it. Although, what hasn’t she enjoyed that he’s done? Everything from simply holding her to completely ravishing her. Just him being near her in general makes her happy. Tingly. Yes. Tingly. From head to toe. Like butterflies in the stomach. Yes! That’s the phrase I’ve been looking for! Butterflies in the stomach!

Kiss him back she does indeed do. Every single time he returns his lips to hers. One cold hand has slid up to rest lightly upon the back of his neck. A soft moanish sound escapes from her.

So maybe his wings won't get cleaned, that really is what he was after.

He keeps kissing her, tiny, little, fluttering teasing kisses. He does like it so well when she makes pleased noises like that.

He lets his hands slide from her hips to her butt very slowly he flexes and tenses his hands to knead and roll her firm, curvy, tush. It's so pleasantly firm and yet plump in his hands.

That’s okay. At some point, I’m sure his wings will get washed. Just not at this very moment it looks like.

Goodness. He’s playing with her butt. No one’s ever played with her butt before. At least that I’m aware of. Yes. I’m sure of it. She moves closer to him. Pressing herself against him entirely. Such a short dainty thing. But she’s all woman. That’s for sure.

“I need you...” she manages to breath out against his lips.

He turns the water off and picks her up. "Need... need me? I can't have that, that would mean I'm not taking care of you."He murmurs against her mouth while he carries her back out to the bed. His hands do in fact continue to play with her butt while he carries her.

Both of her arms wrap around his neck again as he picks her up. One hand caresses the hair on the back of his head. The other travels to the spot where his wings connect to his back. Her cold hands. So very cold. Almost like ice but not quite. She presses her lips against his as he carries her into his room again. Dainty legs wrapped partially around his naked torso. A soft moan escapes from her against his lips.

He whipers her name, right next to her ear before sitting down with her on his lap. Her legs are still wrapped around him. She's so smooth and cold. "You haven't been eating...." he sounds a bit alarmed, but he just realized it. "Sorry." he whispers.

He kisses her neck softly with little presure and works his way down to a breast, how will a nipple that cold respond to his tongue he wonders as he takes it into his supple and warm mouth.

Hearing him whisper her name sends warm tingles down her spine. A gentle shiver races through her body. He’ll be able to feel it. At least, he should be able to feel it since she’s got her legs around him and her body pressed against him as he sits down on the bed.

His words don’t surprise her. Of course she’s not been eating. It’s not that she hasn’t had a chance to find a meal somewhere. It’s just, in between having met Asher and having met with Morose, she’s not been able to stop thinking about how much she missed being right where she is right now... In his arms.

Her head tilted backwards as he kissed down her neck. Her body arched backwards as his kisses continued to travel down. She gasps his name softly as he takes a nipple into his mouth. It responds the moment the warmth touches it.

After lingering a few minutes he moves to the other nipple. He repeats his attentons here and then trails back up to her neck. He breaths hotly behind her ear. "Let me warm you up....." then he's back to kissing her lips, his tongue pleading for entrance.

Her body comes back towards him as he kisses back up her neck. Yes. Warm her up. She’ll let him do whatever he wants to her. Her head is facing him again as his lips cover hers. She can feel his tongue and parts her lips. Her tongue meets with his. She moans softly into his mouth. She can taste the alcohol in his mouth as her tongue slides into his. It doesn’t matter though. She feels intoxicated just being with him. What’s a little alcohol matter at this point?

He leans back and the rolls into the middle of the bed with her. When he's stopped she's laying ontop of him and he takes up rocking underneath her, his rocking is in time with the way he rolls and palms her tush. "I need you too, you must know that though.....Moan for me. Please, I need to know you like what I do for you." he begs her hoarsely.

The dainty vampress easily rolls with the demon to the middle of the bed. Her cold hands are touching... caressing... feeling... his chest and abdomen. Softly. Gently. Lightly. She rocks with him. Slowly. Deliberately.

Her lips part as he pleads with her. “Yes...” she breathes breathlessly. “I do... I do...” she continues breathing out for him. “Oh god... I do...” Hmm... Do you think she likes it? She must if she actually uses /that/ word in her vocabulary.

The tail starts in now trailing down her stomach and wiggling with a mind of it's own towards other things that willl make her moan. Cheddar leans forward and nips her neck, over and over a little harder each time. He wants to drive her as crazy as she drives him.

And moan she does. She begins to moan his name as he nips her neck. Each time he nips her harder she moans his name a little louder. Dear Cheddar, don’t you know that just being near you drives her nearly clear over the edge?

He does like it when she moans his name, he likes it a lot, he'd like to make her moan it till sunup in fact. One hand remains to keep playing with her delicious feeling butt and the other rakes finger nails up her back while he bites her. He still rocks in the same slow aching rythym he's been rocking in. His obvious need is pressing against her thigh.

He could make her moan for all eternity if he so wanted to. She would let him. She would do anything he wanted. Her back arches towards his hand as he rakes his fingernails up her back. Her head tilts back as he bites her neck. Her hips rock in rhythm with his. Slow. Deliberate. She can feel him against her thigh. She wants him. She needs him. She’s moaning his name. Wanting him. Needing him. She starts begging him. Pleading with him. “Make love to me...” she begs him.