Like a d r u g ((Owen))

[isabella]

Isabella hooked her stockings to her garter belt and straightened, finally taking a look at her outfit now it was complete. The corset she was wearing pushed her full breasts up, making them more prominent but keeping them hidden from view, as was the whole teasing point of the dance. Smiling wickedly she sat down at her dresser, to apply the last of her make-up, her hair was already styled up in place, exposing her neck. Lightly applying her lipstick she sighed softly, not feeling at all sated from her earlier feeding, for some reason none of them satisfied her lately.

Frowning she rubbed her lips together and gave a small pout in the mirror. Truth be told she had been feeling incredibly restless over the last few months and she couldn't pin point why. Not even all the extra missions she was getting as a Death Eater could ease this frustration, this feeling that there was something missing. Though if she really thought on it, it hadn't been the first time she'd felt like this, every few years she went through this. A downside to being a vampire, as many benefits as it had, even she couldn't deny it did get rather lonely having no companion. Sure she had Piper, and she'd been with many men, one who stood out in particular, but none of them knew what it was like so even if she was with them, the satisfaction was only brief.

Shaking her head she stood from the dresser, hearing her name being announced. Smirking wickedly at her reflection, she winked and turned, walking gracefully on her heels. There was a seductive sway of her hips as she stepped out onto stage, the spot light finding her and a chorus of applause and cheers erupted. There were regulars in the audience, as well as new clients as she began her dancing, all of whom watched her with rapt interest and attention. Even from here, through the cigar smoke, and alcohol she could smell their lust, their desperation and it took some practiced effort not to crinkle her nose in disgust.

Though she did take satisfaction in knowing with every sway of her hips, caress of her skin, with every single move she made, their want for her increased all the more. It sent a thrill through her though she knew nothing would come of it, one smell told her there was no way she'd want to get close to any of them, a little teasing though was more than okay. Wrapping her fingers around the pole, her back arched elegantly as she bent right back, her hand tracing over the bodice of her corset, skimming her breasts when a familiar scent invaded her senses, making a rush of excitement flood through the brunette.

OUTFIT

[owen]

Owen was back again, he found some sort of refuge in the gentleman's club, although the kind of establishment title he found, was ironic. There certainly wasn't a gentleman in sight, simply lust-crazed men that had plenty of money to throw away. This wasn't a strip joint for boys, the patrons were affluent here, powerful, influential. And mercifully all muggles, so it was a safe place for him to indulge his addiction to women and alcohol without fear of tarnishing his reputation in the magical world. After slipping the doorman an acceptable bribe, Owen was admitted ahead of the line, and found himself in the smoke-filled club.

Presently ignoring whomever was dancing on the pole, Owen went up to the bar, and after slipping the barman some more money he ordered himself a martini. It would likely be the first of many, he didn't drink lightly, and as his office cabinet had run dry, he hadn't had anything to drink all day. But three or four martinis would relax him sufficiently, and he would be able to return to his office. His wife never need know that he had been gone, she was used to him not being home lately, there was just so much work that needed to be done.

Owen had an increasingly panicky and unstable nation to lead, and a threat that was not going to go down quietly. And after the attack on Hogwarts back in December, he feared that they might have a full-blown war on their hands. Alarmingly still, there hadn't been anything of the magnitude of the attack on the school since, and if there was anything that Owen had come to fear from adversaries, it was silence. He sipped his martini, sighing lightly, his body seemingly already thanking him for the liquor. Yes, he might borderline on alcoholic, it wasn't merely something he liked anymore, but something he needed.

At least he wasn't a mean drunk, and it did take a lot to get him more than buzzed, his system having built up quite the tolerance over the years. It had started after those two weeks so many years ago, when he had been mercilessly tortured... He did still revisit that terror in his dreams, particularly of late... Sighing again, Owen turned to face the stage in time to see the young brunette beauty he had shared an evening with a time or two. He smirked, such a temptress she was, she did things for him that Roselyn hadn't been able to do in years.

[isabella]

Isabella straightened as she moved around the pole, her keen eyes immediately locking onto the man who'd been at the forefront of her mind since their first night together. He was someone, something she hadn't experienced since her maker and she found she wanted him all the time, shame he always disappeared for months on end though. Maybe she could talk him into changing that, after all they both got an extreme amount of pleasure from their encounters, but maybe the way they were doing things now worked. Anything else could ruin it, she didn't know, but she wanted him, and it frustrated her to no end having to wait so long for him to show up once more. After all she wasn't the most patient of girls...

Pulling her gaze off him she continued with her dance, her dainty hands seductively trailing up her body as she swayed her hips in time to the music, running her fingers through her hair. Wolf whistles erupted in the crowd and she could now practically taste the lust in the air and she had to fight not to crinkle her nose in disgust at some of the pigs now sweating in the crowd. She was a master at seduction though and it was all part of her job, not just something brought about by her vampire nature, she was good at this, she made the money to prove it.

As the music ended she winked to the crowd and blew them a kiss, gracefully stepping down the stairs and slowly making her way through them all towards the bar. Occasionally she'd stop, letting her hand trail down the chest of some random guy, whispering something seductive in his ear before she would move on, her eyes fixed on one man, and one alone. Though she didn't let on that she knew him at all, "Good evening sir...looking all lonesome sat here by yourself..." she said, her voice holding a light purr to it as she let her hand trail up his thigh and over his chest, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "Perhaps I can tempt you into enjoying you own...private show..." she whispered pulling back to look at him, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

OUTFIT

[owen]

Owen watched the nameless beauty as she danced, such mastery at seduction, she was a sultry, sexy thing, like no one else that he had ever met before. She made even the most seasoned dancers of the establishment look like complete amateurs. In the duration of her show he managed to drain his glass, not even minding the bitter taste, in fact he had come to enjoy it. Owen didn't usually make mixed drinks when left to his own devices, instead sticking with things straight up. The kind didn't really matter, as long as it was strong. Brandy, scotch, rum, whiskey, it was all good in his book.

Of course, he did have a fondness for a nice gin, though to him, alcohol was alcohol. Placing the empty glass back on the bar, he signaled for another round from the bartender, who seemed more than happy to oblige. He paid for his second drink, and in turning around saw that the brunette beauty had left the stage, and was mingling in the crowd, though her path was at a dead trajectory for his spot at the bar. Owen smirked, he knew her well, their relationship might be based solely in lust, he still hadn't been bothered to learn her name, but they always found each other.

His smirk became more prominent as she closed thew gap between them, trailing a pale hand up his leg and to his chest, awakening a fire within him that he had previously thought to be extinguished. Her purr in his ear made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle, oh how he wanted her, it had been far too long... "You certainly can, lovely," said Owen, a glint coming to his own eyes. He brought his glass to his lips, and drained what was left, setting the empty glass on the bar before turning back to the seductive young thing. "Lead the way, darling," Owen said.

((OOC: You have no idea how hard it was to resist a "shaken not stirred" statement regarding the martinis xD))

[isabella]

Isabella smirked wickedly, her excitement increasing as she thought of finally getting him alone. It had been far too long, and although she wasn't a fan of how long it had been she wasn't one to push things, she just had to be confident he'd keep interested and keep coming, though if the look on his eyes were anything to go by that wouldn't be happening any time soon. For a moment she allowed her fingers to graze dangerously low on his inner thigh, watching with delight as that glint returned to his stark blue eyes. So he approved of the idea at least, as he drained his glass she glanced over her shoulder, zeroing in on an empty room quickly before refocusing her attention on the man in front of her.

"Lead the way, darling,"

Isabella let her head tilt to the side, a mischievous glint in her own eyes as she took a step back from him, taking his hand in hers. Without saying a word she turned on her heels and began leading him across the bar, her steps graceful, even in these heels. She ignored all other eyes on her right now, her only interest in the man she had hold of, none of the rest of them even came close to being able to do to her, what this man could. Leading him into the room, she turned and locked the door behind her, glancing over her shoulder she took a few steps closer to where he stood, her hands sliding up to rest on her slim waist, "So, what would Sir like? A dance?" she asked, her fingers teasingly walking up his chest, before tugging at his tie as she waited for an answer, her eyes locked with his.

((OOC: LMAO well if I'm honest I've been waiting for it since you made Owen ))

OUTFIT

[owen]

Owen felt that familiar feeling of carnal desire, such a primal urge, stirring deep within him. He'd had his booze, granted, not quite enough for his abnormally high standards, but now he wanted something else, what only the nameless brunette beauty could provide for him. His smirk widened slightly as she took him by the hand, leading the way through the crowded club. Owen felt the eyes following them, but he felt no need to panic, he could bask in anonymity here, nobody knew who he was, all they need know was that he was a commanding man with an impressive amount of wealth. His smirk became a smile as they were alone in one of the private rooms.

She wasted no time in closing the gap between them, asking if he wanted a dance. Owen, however, had grown too impatient for that nonsense, he didn't want to be played with, he wanted the seductive young thing in the green corset. Knowing that here he was safe from the no touching rule, he grabbed her hand, tugging her close. "I don't believe either of us are after that," said Owen, his tone low as his free hand traveled to untie the string of her corset.

[isabella]

A smirk had settled on his face, and Isabella's desire raged, her instincts, her desire heightened due to her vampiric nature, but mainly due to this man, it was amazing what he seemed to be able to do to her with one look, one touch, he truly was intoxicating in every sense of the word. The want, the impatience was rolling off him in ways, she could practically taste it in the air, it mingled with her own, electrifying the air all around them. As he took her hand and tugged her closer, Isabella gasped lightly her body instinctively drawing closer to his own, craving him as she was pressed against him, though there was still too much between them. "You are right there..." she commented, letting her fingers slowly work their way up his chest.

Tugging at his tie she smirked lightly, loosening it and carelessly tossing it over his shoulder, her dainty hands slowly moving over his shoulders to push off his jacket, "You always seem to be wearing too much for my liking..." she commented, her eyes flickering up to meet his as she smirked lightly. As her fingers worked down his buttons, her impatience as clear as his own, she tilted her head to the side slightly, her nails lightly teasing against his skin as she slowly, one by one unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest. Pushing gently on his chest, she guided him back towards the sofa, silently urging him to sit down before she crawled onto his lap, straddling his hips before pressing her lips against his own, her body literally humming when she did so. It had been far too long...

OUTFIT

[owen]

Owen simply could not rid himself of the smirk that had taken up residence on his lips, how could he? Not when this wonderful young thing, his addiction was so close, and they had both seemed to agree on skipping the formalities. It had been too long, and their need for one another was far too great for such nonsense, they needed to get straight to the action. Or at least Owen did. He might burst if he needed to wait too much longer. Thankfully, in sensing his impatience, she made quick work of taking back her hand and removing the clothing on the top half of his body.

He chuckled at her words. "Must keep up a good impression for the public, lovely," said Owen, allowing himself to be pushed onto the couch, her immediately crawling up onto his lap. As her lips came to his, Owen returned the gesture hungrily, while his hands went to hurriedly unlace her corset, making quick work of it before he tossed the offending garment aside. Not content to allow her to be dominant, Owen turned, pushing her onto her back and putting himself on top, before breaking the kiss to instead trail his lips down her neck, to her collarbone...

[isabella]

He was letting her take the lead though from little she knew him, Isabella knew it wouldn't last, it never did. This was a man who liked to be in control, of his women as well as anything else and she for one did not mind, in fact she craved this more domineering side of him, it turned her on to no end. She kissed him hungrily as his lips commanded control over her own, her nails trailing over his chest, feeling the thrumming of his heart beneath the palm of her hand but again, whenever she was with him the desire to feed was none existent, all she wanted was him and the pleasure she knew only he could give to her. She wanted all of him, and if she could she'd easily claim possession over him, but she knew it wouldn't be what he wanted...

Either way she was getting what she wanted from this as way he so why dwell on anything else? This was carnal desire, pure unadulturated need, no complications and she liked that. Her corset was off and she smirked against his lips as he threw it aside and as predicted his domineering side kicked in once more. Before she could react she was on her back and he crawled on top of her, his lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone making her arch into him. Her hands moved to the button of his trousers and she made quick, easy work of opening them, pushing them down past his hips and wriggling beneath him as they finally gave in to all this pent up frustration...

FADE TO BLACK

((OOC: Twas my turn to fade to black I think so there we go, lets carry on ))

[owen]

Owen sighed lightly, keeping his arm draped over the young woman who had gotten him so hooked on her, his hand on her ribcage, against that addictive cool skin. He had entertained the thought a time or two that she might not be entirely human, people didn't feel the way that she did, but Owen had told himself that he honestly didn't care so long as he got from her what he wanted, and that she didn't turn up out of the blue to call him out on what he was doing. Though he didn't find that likely, she hadn't made even the slightest inclination that she knew who he was.

And that was a most welcome thing indeed. Here, with the nameless beauty, Owen didn't have to be the Minister of Magic, he could simply be the animal that she turned him into. He nuzzled into her neck, nibbling lightly on that wonderful skin, again overcome with the tempting thoughts of running away with her, and never looking back... Though that was crazy, he had responsibilities, and there was still a part of him that loved his wife deeply... "You, lovely, are addicting," said Owen, lightly rubbing her skin with his thumb.

[isabella]

Isabella was incredibly content to remain locked in this mans embrace for the rest of the night, the rest of time to be truthful. Something about how their bodies connected was just powerful, he was her addiction and one she didn't want to give up, ever. Was it love? Probably not, but lust was everything as well, and she could easily live off just that. His strong arm was draped over her naked body, his hands splayed over her rib-cage, and she could feel the thrumming of his heart beat, as his chest pressed against her cool back, it was calming. What was between them was primal, carnal, pure need and it was simply incredible. Her eyes drifted closed as he nuzzled her neck, nibbling at her skin, desire sparking to life again within her, "Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you." she replied, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him.

Her delicate hand moved over his own as he lightly caressed her skin, slowly tracing up his arm, drawing him closer to her as she turned her head enough to press her lips against his own, teasingly nipping at his bottom lip and smirking. "Like a drug..." she whispered, her body literally humming in satisfaction from their activities but also with a deep want once more. Something told her she would need to leave soon, her boss would begin to wonder where she was but he was easy enough to tame, so she wasn't worried and she didn't want to leave just not, at least not until she absolutely had to...after all he had been gone far too long and she wasn't finished yet . "Maybe next time you shouldn't wait so long between visits."

[owen]

Owen sighed contently, keeping close, as if he wished to claim the seductive dancer as his own, never allow her to leave his sight. Of course, that was foolish, he had an image to protect, running around with a young woman likely half his age was not a good move if he wanted to keep the office that he had held for a solid decade. And he did love Roselyn, and his daughters Charlotte and Elizabeth, he didn't want to ruin that. But he was so addicted to the beautiful young thing under his arm, she satisfied him in ways his wife hadn't in years, and he missed it.

If he didn't get it from her, he would search elsewhere, and he had found it. Sure, work was demanding as hell, but in this moment Owen was the closest to happy that he had been in a long time- surely that had to count for something. He smiled at her words, and kissed her back once she had turned to him, feeling that hunger for her all over again, though it wasn't nearly as prevalent as before, but a craving it was nonetheless. He sighed again as she pulled away, saying he shouldn't wait so long between visits. "I can only come as frequently as circumstance allows," said Owen. It was a miracle he'd been able to steal this much time away from the office.