she was like the sea on a stormy day.

"Hilarious, actually."

"Point taken. And they trust you with the keys, they can't be too smart. I'm happy to see you're still in one piece."

"Who are you? I was only recommending an option of the menu."

"Ha, funny."

"You ordered the wrong thing, is all. Should’ve gotten the Jambalaya."

"I'll remember for next time. Donovan, right? Haven't seen you since... you know."

"God, I know. Of all the restaurants to set a bomb off outside of, they choose the only one with decent food."

"My thoughts exactly. This? This is disgusting. Hopefully the reparations won't last too long."

Oh, absolutely.

Well, it's as interesting as it sounds.

No, no; I’m working as a librarian at the local public library; I haven’t been in school for a long time - but that doesn’t mean I’ll be any less amazing at tutoring.

Oh, I'm not doubting your tutoring skills. I'm sure if anyone can do it, it's a librarian.

Marcel smirked as he noted that he wasn’t the only one eager to get rid of the layers between them, his hands running up and down the blonde’s smooth skin. “Bree,” He breathed against her lips as their bodies pressed closer together, his jeans suddenly feeling much tighter than they were just a few seconds ago. One of his hands reached up to squeeze her breast over her bra, his teeth sinking into her lower lip harshly. Without warning, his hands were on her hips again and he was carrying her to the bedroom, setting her down on the mattress and crawling over her. His lips trailed kissed up her chest and along her collarbone before settling on a spot on her jawline, sucking on her skin softly as he held himself over her with his elbow. His other hand found its way to the back of her knee again, rolling his hips continuously against her so she could feel every inch of him.

I guess we will.

I am. Things are going well for now, my odds are good. Do you go to Tulane's too? Might just take you up on that tutoring.

Marcel groaned against her as she arched into him, his other hand moving to hold onto her waist as the kiss deepened. The hand on her waist ran up and down her side, keeping her body firmly placed against him as the hand that was on her cheek moved down to her side as well, only to then move to her hip, gripping it closely. Breaking the kiss suddenly, he turned them around so that her back was pressed against the wall, giving her a lust-filled gaze as he pulled his shirt off. There was way too many layers between them. As their lips met again, one of his hands ran down to the back of her knee, hitching it around his waist as he pressed himself against her, rolling his hips.

Brinley growled softly when he pulled away, breaking the kiss momentarily. She used the opportunity to take off her shirt, her fingers fumbling to undo the button of her blouse. The annoying piece of fabric joined his shirt on the floor. She paused to observe him, her eyes scanning down his body with an appreciative gaze. It took no time before his lips were back on hers, his hand pulling up her leg. Gripping the back of his neck, she hooked her leg around his waist and put her palms back on his waist. The blonde groped and pulled at him in a frenzied attempt to get as close as they could. She responded eagerly to the roll of his hips, groaning against his lips.

"You really do," Marcel agreed with her, wondering how it was even possible that she’d hadn’t been around the Quarter before tonight. "The Quarter’s the place to be," He grinned with a nod and chuckled at her comment. "You already know," He replied in a sing-song voice, mimicking that one Iggy Azalea song. The vampire wasn’t a big fan of her music but that song was so overplayed, he couldn’t help but know the lyrics. "C’mon," He told her as he got the door unlocked and pulled her inside, locking the door behind her. Before she could have a chance to look around his ‘apartment,’ he was pulling her close to him, his hand on her cheek as their lips collided once again.

"Yeah, I'm starting to realize that," she said with a grin. Truth was, she hadn't made many friends since moving to New Orleans, whether it was in the Quarter or at her university. She talked to everyone in her classes and on the tennis team, but never showed up when they invited her out. It was easier to keep that at a distance that way. It had never occurred to her to go out alone in the Quarter until recently, but she was sure glad she did now. "Alright, Iggy," Brinley said with a chuckle. She followed him inside, her eyes scanning the apartment. Just when she was about to give him the obligatory "nice place", she was pulled back to him. Forgetting all about their surroundings and common courtesy, she arched her body against his and slid her hands down his sides to his waist.