As her eyes rose, they seemed refreshed. She turned to Gideon and found a small smile on her lips for him. "Thank you..." She finally muttered, reaching for the mug, then forgetting it and placing her palm in her lap. "You got me out of there... Most people... as I remember... would just give up and leave me..." She said, sweeping back another lock of hair. "If that's one thing good he did, Father never forgot me... He always came to save me no matter where I was, and what trouble I was in..." She said, sighing again and rubbing her eyes.
She now reached for the mug and took another sip of the tea. "It's good tea." She remarked on a lighter note, showing him a larger, less exhausted smile. Though she still seemed tired, her vitality was coming back as her pain and sadness faded. She put the cup down and turned to him, swinging her legs up onto the couch for her to rest on. "So..." She said, glancing between Gideon's apartment and Gideon himself. Every now and then, between glances, her eyes would fall upon Gideon's crotch. Whenever that happened she would smile a bit and tear her eyes away, holding in a small chuckle whilst.
"I'm not going to abandon you, haven't I said that already?" He said, chuckling a bit. "You have to have someone to trust, don't you?" Gideon smiled, glad to have been able to help Nightingale. He didn't care that other people would have given up, doesn't mean he would. Though, at the mention of her father, he stiffened a little bit. "I have a problem with people of his type, why don't we leave your father out of the conversation?" It wasn't really a request. More a command in disguise.
Then his eyes softened again, and he noticed Nightingale's glances.
Gideon was a little shy with her looks, so he turned to the side a bit. "Is there anything I can get you to eat? You didn't have much at the fair..." She had a wonderful smile on her face, Gideon had not seen it before. "What are you thinking about? You have such a great smile, what's it for?"
Nightingale grinned and looked away. "Awww..." She whimpered, looking back to him. "You're so cute..." She giggled, swinging herself onto his lap. Now very close to him, she started her own conversation. "You have three choices... Well, four, but I don't like the last one. One, just regular, casual... y'know... together-ness. Option two is togetherness plus fun things. Y'know: Handcuffs, whips, etc. etc. Option three is I show you what I learned in my exotic dancing classes, plus option two!" She said, her eyes suddenly exploding in a radiant swirl of purples. "Option four is no sex." She then said, showing him a cute frown.
"You choose." She then said, removing her jacket and starting to undo the buckles on her steam-punk style corset.
Gideon, first, turned into a blushing tomato. Then, something else seemed to change, like a flip switching in the back of his brain. A slow, twisted smirk grew on his face, and his eyes had a fire burning in them. "I like the sound of number three, love." His voice was smoother and a bit deeper, and definitely darker.
"Great. I love dancing." Nightingale said, happily straddling his chest for a moment before sliding off of his lap and onto the floor before him. "We'll take it in rounds... how about that?" She asked, her nimble fingers assaulting his belt and the zipper of his jeans. In a moment or two she had Gideon's throbbing cock surrounded by her fist. She started him off with a little massage. "A small question..." She asked, lowering her lips to the head of his dick and kissing him gently. "You ever done this before?" She asked, her lips enveloping Gideon's cock and running up and down it. Her lips applied even and perfect pleasure, along with the constant suction. A playful smirk danced on her lips the entire time.
Gideon's eyes widened. " Oh, Goddess... uh... Nightingale..." He said, his face blushing further. He pushed his bangs out of his eyes, just to see clear. Nightingale was beautiful at this sort of thing. "I... N-not r-really... This is... My first time... " He said, his breath becoming heavier as he bucked his head back. A darker side of him started to kick in and he smirked. "You certainly know... What you are doing, Darling....." A pleased groan escaped him, and he knocked his head against the wall.
Nightingale smirked and pulled herself off of him for a few seconds. "Don't hurt yourself..." She said with a small giggle. After flipping her hair out of her face she giggled and grinned again. "You can't even say I'm doing well if you've never had anyone do this before." She said, rolling her eyes playfully and laying her lips upon him once more.
After about ten minutes, Gideon slammed his head back against the wall and slid his fingers through her delicate hair, finishing into her mouth. Night smirked, and took her lips from him at that point, swallowing what semen he had given her and turning around. She summoned a slim metal pole in the middle of the room, popping her lips like she had just done her lipstick whilst examining it.
"How was that?" She asked, not facing him as she let her corset drop. With a large sigh of relief she breathed deeply and wiggled off her tight denim jeans. Now left in only a lace lingerie bra and panties, she smiled and spun around the pole to face him, her eyes widening to puppies as she made eye contact. "You seemed pretty happy."
"Absolutely thrilled..." He eyed her up and down, as she spun on the pole. What a gorgeous creature. In the back of his head, a deep rumbling voiced agreed with him. Oh Great. The last thing Gideon needed was his dragon spirit lusting after his girlfriend. "Nightingale, do you mind just a second? I need to tell a certain Dragon spirit to shove off."
The conversation the two had went as following:
'Aren't You Glad That She's Your's Lad?'
'Shove off'
'What? Not Going To Share? C'mon You Owe Your Performance To Me After All.'
'No, mine.'
'None For Me At All?'
'What part of 'No, mine' didn't you understand?'
'Fine Then. Have Fun, Kid. I'll Be Sure To Help You Keep Your Strength Up.'
'Thanks.'
His eyes flew open, and he smiled a twisted little smile. "Sorry, Love. Sometimes It's hard to keep my head to myself." He chuckled darkly, "Does that sound a bit crazy? Oh well. Dance for me, Nightingale."
"Don't worry. We're all crazy in the Nightwood Family." She said, doing another loop around the pole and skimming down and bobbing back up. "I like that tone." She purred, smirking. "Commanding, and strong. I never thought I'd hear such a tone come from such a gentleman as yourself..." She said, a cute grin on her face. While sliding her body up and down the pole, and hooking her leg around it to swing around and do an artistic, she snapped her fingers and summoned a little black box on the coffee table.
"If I may, that's a little black box of things for option number dos." She said, using her magic to flip it open. "I prefer metal hand-cuffs, but if you want to be gentle I guess you can use the fuzzy pair in there." She said, rolling her eyes at the thought of something remotely comfortable. "So." She said, placing her hands above her head and grabbing the bar. She winked at him and smirked, "Arrest me."
