“Oh, Herbert,” she said suddenly, turning and looking at him.
With a beckoning gesture, she drew him closer. He looked baffled, as if expecting to hear some warning or other then uttered an indignant squawk when she caught his face between her hands and kissed him squarely on the mouth.
For a split-second, there was a shocked silence then Herbert plummeted off his seat and landed on the floor, shattering the stillness with the same effect of a rock through a window.
William was the first to laugh, applauding as he did so, laughing so hard that his shoulders were shuddering from the force of it.
Half-rising from his chair, Vittorio peered over the table, a small smile playing about his lips as Herbert’s hands appeared at the edge of the table and the blond vampire pulled himself back to his feet, hastily smoothing his lapels and his hair.
“What was that for?” he demanded, turning a wounded look on Dawn.
Delicately sipping her wine, Dawn smiled innocently up at him. “I have the hot lusty feelings for you, Herbert,” she said, her expression utterly serious. “I want you to know so I can jump you tonight.”
“Dawn!” the Slayer squealed, but was – gratifyingly – silenced by her lover’s fingertips, Vittorio’s amused eyes on the vampire and his lover’s sister.
Grey eyes went round. “Have you ever drunk alcohol before?” he demanded. “Is this some drunken madness?”
Dawn’s smile was as wicked as his could be. “What worries you more? Being molested by me when drunk or sober?” She put the glass down and started to rise. “C’mon! Let’s get to the hot monkey sex!”
Back-stepping, Herbert almost tripped, staggering against William’s chair. “You’re bluffing,” he said, forcing himself to stand his ground.
“Oh yeah?” Stepping up right in front of him, Dawn caught him by the front of his shirt. She raised her eyebrows, cocking her head. “You wanna see me bluff taking your clothes off?”
He stared down at her and – by the fire – von Krolock could see how uncertain his son was. As far as he knew, Herbert had taken but one female lover and it had been a disastrously uncomfortable affair and now, the younger Miss Summers was proving her mettle to her sister, her friends and, above all, to Herbert.
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Re: Another Herbert snippet, and backstory
Date: 2006-03-20 07:43 am (UTC)With a beckoning gesture, she drew him closer. He looked baffled, as if expecting to hear some warning or other then uttered an indignant squawk when she caught his face between her hands and kissed him squarely on the mouth.
For a split-second, there was a shocked silence then Herbert plummeted off his seat and landed on the floor, shattering the stillness with the same effect of a rock through a window.
William was the first to laugh, applauding as he did so, laughing so hard that his shoulders were shuddering from the force of it.
Half-rising from his chair, Vittorio peered over the table, a small smile playing about his lips as Herbert’s hands appeared at the edge of the table and the blond vampire pulled himself back to his feet, hastily smoothing his lapels and his hair.
“What was that for?” he demanded, turning a wounded look on Dawn.
Delicately sipping her wine, Dawn smiled innocently up at him. “I have the hot lusty feelings for you, Herbert,” she said, her expression utterly serious. “I want you to know so I can jump you tonight.”
“Dawn!” the Slayer squealed, but was – gratifyingly – silenced by her lover’s fingertips, Vittorio’s amused eyes on the vampire and his lover’s sister.
Grey eyes went round. “Have you ever drunk alcohol before?” he demanded. “Is this some drunken madness?”
Dawn’s smile was as wicked as his could be. “What worries you more? Being molested by me when drunk or sober?” She put the glass down and started to rise. “C’mon! Let’s get to the hot monkey sex!”
Back-stepping, Herbert almost tripped, staggering against William’s chair. “You’re bluffing,” he said, forcing himself to stand his ground.
“Oh yeah?” Stepping up right in front of him, Dawn caught him by the front of his shirt. She raised her eyebrows, cocking her head. “You wanna see me bluff taking your clothes off?”
He stared down at her and – by the fire – von Krolock could see how uncertain his son was. As far as he knew, Herbert had taken but one female lover and it had been a disastrously uncomfortable affair and now, the younger Miss Summers was proving her mettle to her sister, her friends and, above all, to Herbert.