History of Love

[Benito Senfetti]

Benito let her take his hand but he did not lift his hand up to take hers. Benito for the first time in his long life had a fear brewing within the depths of his dark heart. Benito would eventually have to seperate and go back home to Rome, it was his duty to his father to come back and make sure that if he was to success his father that he would be ready right then and there to take back over the family business from his father. And in having to go back home Benito felt that maybe Isabella would forget about him and run right back to Anain, Benito was broke from his train of thought as she called him her love. Benito then listened more intently as she spoke to him though he never looked at her for a moment. Benito felt a twinge of hope in her response to him but felt surpassingly horrible about what he had done before hand. Benito didnt look up as she finished talking about tomorrow but he did speak to her.

"My beautiful Isabella" Benito laughed for a short moment, "Its funny that though there is no literal translation for "Is" in Italian, Your name is "Is too Beautiful" in my native tongue" Benito then looked finally up into Isabella's eyes, "Yes, tomorrow il mio Isabella" Benito leaned forward and kissed her lips in a sensual embrace letting it linger for a moment before he rose from the bed away from her.

"I will not sleep much right now Isabella so I do bid you a good sleep but I dont think I can bring myself to rest tonight so please my love if you are so displeased tonight with my presense then dont allow me to turn around and see you again, I do not deserve it" Benito spoke facing a window never turning around.

[Isabella Rastafari]

(( Rping session between Isa and Benito))

*Her lips tingled after his kiss, and she took a deep breath to steady herself, more for a calming effect than for any real desire for air in her lungs. Then, his back was to her and he was bidding her farewell. She smiled sadly as he spoke of her being displeased with his presence, and she stepped closer to him, placing a slender hand in the crook of his arm as she tried to turn him around to face her. ~I could never be displeased with you Benito... I do, however, am most displeased with the amount of work I still have to do before mornings light, so I hope you understand my need to take my leave..~ with one last look, she turned and made her way quickly toward the door, almost gliding over the floor. As she moved, she spoke ~ As we are confined to this hotel until tomorrow.. well.. TONIGHTS full moon, perhaps we should meet for breakfast? Say.. 11am? I'll arrange for us to have some food brought to my room and we can dine together in peace.. ~ Placing one hand on the cool polished doorknob, she cast a last glance over his handsome form before she slipped through the door. *

*He turned to look at her as she turned him around and his eyes though timid could not stand anything else but to look into the beautiful depths of her eyes. Her words gave him comfort and yet gave him more to have sorrow for. He only had a chance to nod before she was at the door. He heard her words again and once again without words he gave a simple nod and allowed her to leave the chambers that she had gave to him for his stay here with her. He sighed and closed his eyes as thoughts filled his mind of Anain filling her bed instead of him, his dead heart began to ache for the pain these thoughts brought, he could only manage his way to his bed, his clothes simply fell from him or rather what he had left on. And as he laid against the soft bed he sighed with his eyes closed knowing that slumber would bring nightmarish visions that he wished not to have of what might be happening beyond his control. Instead he waited for the 11am hour so that he may join her for whatever brief moments she would want him for.*

*The remaining hours of the night had passed by quickly in a blur of paperwork that Isabella vaguely remembered. She had stopped to feed briefly on a hotel maid before falling into her bed about 4am. It was only a few hours later that she rose, bathed and dressed with eager participation of seeing Benito. After changing her outfit several times, she smoothed down the short brown suede skirt she wore over knee-high brown leather boots. Her shirt could best be described as a gypsy’s peasant shirt, as that was exactly what it was. For eagle eyes, the small red stain that was the last owners dying claim to the shirt could still be seen near the her right breast, but her long dark straight hair hung loose, tumbling over her shoulders as she ran a hand through her the silky darkness. She was dressed in her comfortable clothes, with hardly any makeup, her hair simple; yet she radiated with a inner beauty - the beauty of a woman in love. Smiling often, though for no apparent reason, she set about straightening up her room in participation of Benito's arrival. Glancing at the clock, she saw he would be due in any moment and she moved quickly to pick up the small white phone near her door. Placing her order for Breakfast, Isabella chewed on her lip nervously as she twirled a long black strand around one nimble finger.*

: *He had arisen as the hours had passed so that he may also get ready for Isabella. He started with of course washing his cold flesh in the shower in his room, he then set his hair neatly atop his head and dressed himself in a very simple yet very alluring set up, a simple pair of black pants covered him from the waist down but for a top he wore a sheer white button up shirt that showed the pale flesh of his defined chest and stomach. He being satisfied with himself finally made his way to her room winding his way through hallways till he finally reached her room at 11am sharp. He nodded to her guards and as the door opened for him he stepped just inside the door.* Isabella? I am here as requested.

*She could of sworn her dead heart fluttered in her chest as she heard his voice and saw the door open. She was standing near the window, looking out through the specially tinted windows she had requested when he entered, and now she turned to watch him enter her room. Crossing to him quickly, she smiled and placed a hand gently on his arm before her lips found his for a quick kiss of greeting. ~Good morning Benito..~ she murmered as she brushed past him slightly to shut the door behind him. Clicking the lock into place, she slipped her hand through the crook of his arm as she moved to lead him further into the room, closer to her bed. There was a long red chaise lounge in front of a roaring fireplace in the centre of the room, and she began to lead him over there. ~I am glad you found the time to see me this morning Benito.. my mind has been so consumed with thoughts of you .. and of last night... it is nice to be able to put them into some perspective.~*

*His eyes were instantly glued to her travelling along her form in a long intense investigation, his heart began to beat at the sight of her and his eyes flashed the familiar light blue as the excitement coursed through his dead body. He smiled as she then quickly locked the door and what not and lead him to a place to sit. He listened to her words as his eyes found hers in a visual embrace* I am here for you only Isabella, all my time is yours if you are willing to take it of course. *His italian accent was deep and rich but it didnt affect his english what-so-ever.* So I take it you have new developments of mind to get down to telling me about? I must admit that I had got no rest outside of just laying down to shut my eyes until I got ready to be here for you. I have anticipated what this would bring for us.

*Sitting beside him, she was suprised and somehwat dismayed to feel her entire body trembling. When she spoke, her words came quickly and in hushed tones. ~I must confess.. I have harboured feelings for you for some time now.. feelings that I would have never dared express for fear of rejection or ridicule. Last night.. to have found that you felt the same? It was as though I had entered a dream that I never wanted to wake from.. but it was.. and is still.. an intense passion I feel for you that clouds my thoughts and impairs my judgement. I am not used to being out of control in regards to my words and actions, hence my hesitation to continue last night. ~ she turned her head slightly to look at him, tucking a long dark strand behind one ear. Her violet eyes burning with that same intense passion she was trying to describe as she reached over to grab his hand and interlace her fingers with his.*

*He watched her eyes and his entire body took to picking up everything that was happening within her and he could help but grin at not only the feelings he was getting but the words that she spoke. His hand took hers within it easily and he held her hand in a firm but gentle embrace as he looked into her eyes.* I always thought that you were so off limits to me that just being near you was a treason against my clan. And feeling competition from Anain I just cannot control my rage and jealousy. I too am not used of being so out of control, but I know it is because I finally have found the one thing that I want to keep for eternity. We are immortal and so we are told that our lives will be long and lonely, but with you I see a way out of that. *He grinned then and when he blinked his eyes came back to the icy blue glow* You also have some..benefits? That I desperately want to indulge myself in

*She laughed slightly as he spoke of her being off limits due to clan buisness and she nodded emphatically to let him know she more than understood his thought process. As he spoke of Anain, she shook her head and frowned slightly. ~Please do not concern yourself with Anain.. I will speak to him when I get the chance and explain what has happened between us.. that we are now in fact..~ she trailed off, suddenly embarrassed to suggest that they might now be a couple, but was saved by her embarrassment when he spoke of her other benefits. ~Just how desperate are you then?~ she asked with a slightly cocked brow.*

*He smiled as he pulled her forward gently and he kissed her neck slightly making a trail of short wet kisses up to her ear to which he breathed hot breath on as he whispered in her ear* I have hungered for you more than any blood lust I have felt in my entire duration of being a damned soul. *He backed up from her again but kept hold of her hand he wanted to see her reaction to him as he himself thought that his move might have been bold but then again as she was speaking as such..He believed that nothing would be too bold between them.*

*The small hairs on the back of her neck tingled with electricity as his lips found her neck and his words found her ear. She shivered as he spoke of his hunger for her, and she nodded as she murmured ~ As have I m'love... ~ He pulled away from her, perhaps to gauge her reaction before he was to proceed. Reaching out with one hand, she gently grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his head down, her eager lips seeking his in a hot, passionate kiss.*



*He leaned into her easy letting his hard body up against hers as much as he could get it, he fueled the passion in his kiss from the amount of years he had sat on the sidelines and watched her carefully in a lustful, loving, and hopeful manner. His strong arms wrapped around her in a strong embrace as he pulled her more into him. He felt drawn as if nothing not even his own self will could tear him apart from her right at that moment, it was a wonderful and yet strange feeling*

*She leant back slightly on the chaise lounge, pulling him down on top of her as her tongue danced into his mouth and started to do all the things she had dreamed of for so long. All her years of yearning for him, of wanting him but thinking him unattainable, she put into that kiss. The hand at the back of his neck was now entwined in his hair, while her right hand was draped over his back, feeling his rippling muscles beneath his sheer shirt. A slight sight of contentment mixed with euphoria escaped the corner of her mouth as she kissed him and her eyes rolled back in her head as she lost herself in the sheer ecstacy that was Benito Senfetti.*

*He put up no fight in laying down on top of her as their tongues danced he used his to expertly dart along her tongue to make the kiss more interesting, one of his hands held him up alittle bit while the other ripped the shirt from his torso so that she may have a better feel of his bare flesh with her hands. He couldnt help but smile between kisses his fangs elongated and his eyes burning with intensity, this was what had haunted his dreams for many years and the fact that it was simply happening was more than his body could have ever hoped to feel and yet in his undead state he felt human once again, he felt warm.*

*Her eyes snapped open as she felt his bare flesh beneath her hands and she looked down in delight to see his shirt had been torn off, revealing his manly chest in all its glory. Rubbing her hands all over his torso while her mouth kissed a little trail of hot kisses over his skin, Isabella lost herself in the moment until she heard two sharp knocks and the word ~Breakfast~ called through the door. Pulling away from Benito slightly she smiled as she breathed ~ I had a little something sent up .. or should I say someone..~ *

*He closed his eyes as his head rolled back as she rubbed and kissed on his chest, his eyes snapped open only when the knocks were heard the voice came through the door. He turned to her to listen and as she spoke of breakfast he just grinned and sat up alittle bit with her as he gave her another kiss. He then looked towards the door.* I'd have to say that it is about time for me to feed.

*She nodded and grinned. ~Same here.. I am rather parched.. ~Picking up his shirt in case he might want to put it back on in front of her minions, she kissed him one last time, hungrily biting his bottom lip before she rose from the lounge and crossed to the door. Unclicking the lock, she opened the door and smiled at the girl that was thrust into her waiting arms. The girl was dressed in a short black skirt, white blouse and black vest; the typical maids uniform. She looked terrified, and there was a trail of blood already beginning to dry between her nose and lip. Licking her own lips at the sight of the blood, Isabella purred as she tossed the girl into the room and reached out to grab the other human being thrust her way. This bellboy had been unfortunate enough to be the one to carry Isabellas bags when she arrived, and she had been keeping him for such an opportunity. He had told her in the elevator that he was in fact Spanish, and Isabella looked forward to the spicy palate with a ravenous hunger she hoped would be shared with Benito. Dragging the man through the open door she told her guards to not disturb her again as she slammed the door shut behind her and let the bellhop go. He immediately ran over to the maid who clung on to him and stared at Isabella and then Benito with wide terrified eyes. Laughing, Isabella looked over to Benito. ~Which one would you like to taste first Benito?~ *