"So what is this place?" Vil asked, looking over to her lover with her ruby eyes, Desiree, whom smiled, while holding her porcelain, tiny, boney-fingered hand as she pulled her through a long underground tunnel with dead vines hanging from the ceiling.
"Good things come to those who wait, sweetheart," Desiree looked back to her with a wink. She then yanked Vil on forward as she flipped her head back around long blonde locks flailing about and focused on the path ahead of her. Soon they came upon a light in the darkness, having brought no torches, which for being creatures of the night it was completely unneeded. Desiree stopped at the opening looking up. Her ice blue eyes landed upon a large opening in this mysterious underground cave. The cave was vastly enormous, and it seemed tower upward until there was a small opening at the top that let in the full moon and night sky. Trees could be seen, also, through the opening, indicating they were hidden deep within the wilds of Skyrim. The cave itself was like a miniature forest covering it from top to bottom. There was no way to reach the top where the moon let it, because the walls were flat. Thick in forestry, grasses, and shrubbery; amongst all of it laid a beautiful large lake with an echoing waterfall.
"Oh my, Des, this is beautiful. What are we going to do with such a place like this? How did you find this? It's so perfectly untouched...how could anyone not know of it?" Vil pulled closer to her lover, wrapping her arms around her neck and kissing her on the lips. Desiree looked deep into Vil's entrancing vampiric eyes as she let on a toothy wolven smile.
"We will call this place our home, somewhere we can safely be together free from the opposition of our kind on the surface. Somewhere all of our kind, anywhere, can come and walk amongst each other in peace...that is if they are like us." Desiree kissed her much more heavily afterwards, reaching her arms down, and then Vil jumped into her arms. She and Vil walked into their new secret paradise, eyes closed, and stumbling until they were rolling around on the ground making out.
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(SEVERAL MONTHS LATER: THE "DEADLY HIDEAWAY " FULLY ESTABLISHED AS NEUTRAL TERRITORY: SETTING IN FALKREATH: THE DEAD MAN'S DRINK)
"Hey...I can smell it on your skin..." Vil came up behind a Nord man, who was pale and red eyed just like she was. She had her arms seductively wrapped around his shoulders, as she stood from behind, and her lips close to his ears as though she were going to lick them.
"Don't worry baby, I can keep a secret, after all, I share the same one."
The Nord man was tense under her abrupt touch out of nowhere, but by her second comment, she could feel his stiff muscles relaxing. He grabbed her hand up in his, to which she offered happily, and then he spun himself around in his chair meeting his red eyes to her ruby ones. She winked, and then released his hand as she jerked her head sideways as if to say follow her. The man watched her walk, her sexy tight frame moving back and forth rocking as she swayed. He instantly followed after her, lovestruck and hoping to get some, but she brought him back to Desiree to which made him stop abruptly as he watched her sit down with the werewolf lover of hers. Desiree came in close to Vil, in the back of the packed inn, no one was paying attention to anything they were doing. This evening they had a famous traveling bard, so the place was packed with villagers who were clapping, drinking and laughing, and dancing the heated inn up with a storm. It was so packed that people coming in through the door were having a hard time just maneuvering themselves around the area to find a drink and enjoy the music.
"Why did you lead me to one of them?!" The Nord man snapped, tightening his fists as his red eyes flared. He kept his mouth shut not to alert the normal people around them. Desiree had Vil pulled close as she was kissing up and down her neck, eyeing the man as his angered demeanor was slightly softened by sexual arousal. He still didn't look happy.
"You ever hear of the Deadly Hideaway?" She asked, letting out soft sighs as Desiree showered her neck, and her eyes slowly rolled back over to the man sparkling in the orange light of the fire. Her voice was so soft it was barely audible over the active crowd.
"No. Why?" He asked, starting to lose focus on what anger he had for Desiree being a werewolf as she began to run her hands all over Vil's body. It was appropriate, however, for the obvious conditions they were in. Just enough, though, to peak his interest. The man bit his lip and Vil smiled knowing she had him caught where she wanted him to be.
"It's a safe haven. For our kind and her kind. If you can keep your mouth shut, and your hands to yourself, well, if it's meant in a harmful way..." Vil trailed off pulling Desiree off her neck and licking her tongue across her lips before turning back to the man
"...then we could show you, if you wanted..." Vil bit her lip playfully with a wink as she watched the man. She shook back her long past shoulder length jet black hair. The Nord man had his mouth dropped and Vil looked down to his legs with a smile and a giggle.
"So what do you say?"
"I'm in. I just have to be nice, right?" He asked, his entire demeanor changing.
"Yes." Vil smiled with a nod as Desiree squealed excited and clapping. Desiree chimed in,
"Yay! Yet another comes to find peace and love in the depths of the Hideaway!" Vil grinned and kissed her lover on the cheek while standing up and grabbing her hand. She waved to the Nord man to follow as she and Desiree took the lead heading out of the Dead Man's Drink not even once being noticed by the others. They showed him all the way back to the Deadly Hideaway where he has come back several times finding comfort in this peace.
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(PRESENT DAY: THREE MONTHS LATER AND FURTHER SUCCESS OF THEIR SECRET SAFE HAVEN: THE DEAD MAN'S DRINK)
"Peace, fire, passion? What more could one want? Well, and maybe a bag of tobacco and a pipe..." Vil took in a deep inhale of luxurious Eslweyran tobacco that had a touch of moon sugar mixed in. She held the breath, for a moment, and then released make 'O's' with her mouth. Desiree shook her head and laughed as Vil played with the smoke upon her lips. She focused on her lips a moment, biting her own, and wishing she could kiss them. She then thought about Vil's words as she shuffled a deck of cards.
Desiree cut the deck in two, mixed them, and then passed a few out between her and Vil. She held hers up, and examined what she had to offer. She then was taken away from the attention to her cards as the tavern wench came forward and offered them both a bottle of Black Briar mead. Vil looked the wench up and down, licking her pale porcelain lips, and winking as she saw the girl blush as she walked away. She sat her deck down and looked Desiree deep into the eyes. "We have three werewolves over in the corner locking us death stares because they know we aren't amongst our right kind. Stupid surface dwellers and their ignorance." She was in a hushed tone so that only Desiree could hear.
Desiree shrugged. "Let them be. If they come over, we know how to take care of it as we always have. They won't resist, and why should they? No one else has."
Vil bit her lip as she looked her sexy lover up and down. "I like your thinking gorgeous." She winked.
Desiree winked right back and then slapped a card down on the table. She smiled, "Your turn."
Vil looked down and frowned. "But how am I supposed to move after that?"
Desiree shrugged with a soft laugh, "I don't know I don't make the rules I just follow them."
Both girls had gazes locked into one another's eyes as they smile wide flashing their brilliant pearly whites. Vil sighed admirably and said, "You know you are so beautiful..." She extended her hand and then continued, "I am so happy I found you."
Desiree's eyes sparkled as she dropped her deck, Vil took a side glance to see what she had as Desiree fixated her hands with Vil's. Vil kept an endearing look into her eyes. "I am happy I found you, too, you cheater!" Desiree grinned having witnessed Vil the entire time.
"Damnit! Well, I can't win anyway, you gave me a plopsty deal." The girls both laughed.
"So what are we going to do about them?" Vil asked moving her eyes back and forth between teh glares and her lover.
Desiree squeezed her hand, came up over the table and planted a kiss tenderly upon her lips knowing it would outrage the males across the room. She held a tender lock into Vil's eyes. "Just. That." She winked "And now we wait and see what happens!" Vil watched her return to her seat on the bench opposite their card table, puffing out more smoke from her pipe, and then biting her lip. She couldn't disagree with Desiree they had been at this game for too long.