Casual Affair || Nikolai

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She rolled over in bed before she looked at her alarm clock, nearing 8:44am in the morning. Moving over to slowly turn off her alarm before it begun to chime and threw her legs over the bed to rest comfortably upon the carpeting in her condo as she stretched. Wearing a green tank top and white shorts she pulled her hair up into a ponytail as she moved about her bedroom. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a dark pullover as she pulled off her pajamas. She didn't feel like taking a shower today and there was an exhibit coming up around this time that she did not want to miss. As she slipped on her clothes and zipped up her boots; she grabbed her coat as she scurried outside. The cold never bothered her so she left the grey trench coat open as she slipped it on as she moved through the lightly drifting snowy yet crowded sidewalks.

Stopping by the nearest Starbucks she got herself a cinnamon spiced latte with extra cream as she slipped into the exhibit and begun to browse around the works of art, the paintings, the sculptures. She smiled to herself as her blue eyes drifted along to each piece before she noticed a particular one and slowly moved to it. It was a painting of a golden yet white wolf staring off into the night, the moon a light blue. Almost white that contrasted with the blue black background. The specks being stars as it took on a Van Gough feel to it as the colors mixed with yellow, green, black, orange, and purple. She slowly sipped her latte as she tilted her head to the side. She wondered who painted this, shrugging she turned to leave as she drew closer toward another painting. Which held a lot of the colors of the rainbow splattered everywhere. She smirked at the painting before she noticed there was a crowd slowly building around the Art District outside, shrugging she didn't pay it no mind as she sipped her drink as she moved around the exhibit. Her fingers softly brushing along the art pieces before she jumped at the lady that was chastising her.

"I'm sorry ma'am you can't touch the art pieces."

"I was just admiring it." She spoke, watching the woman's expressions give her a tight smile before rolling her eyes. Meenah's eyes shimmered yellow for a moment before she gave her a timid yet bitter smile. "Next time, you should have a sign up that says. Don't touch the artwork" Listening to the lady scoff and being to walk off, Meenah let out a soft growl from her chest before she looked at the artwork before her and then at the woman once more. She smirked and slowly touched it again, before sipping her drink as she pulled out a cigarette. Moving toward a entrance way she moved to stand just outside the building and lit it. Taking a slow drag as she watched the cars zoom pass. Everything looked dull in the day, the flashing lights at night were so beautiful and eye drawing that it didn't seem to be magical as Vegas would look in the brochures. Ah well, not like she was going to stay much long here anyway. She tended to move from place to place, exploring when she got her fill. She'd stay longer but this place was boring her with the lack of things to do or the money to do it. But she'd find a way, Meenah always did.

[Nikolai Belkov]

What if I'm Far From Home?

Oh, brother, I will hear you call. What if I lose it all?

Nikolai pushed past the crowd of people in front of the art gallery, his heart racing slightly in his excitement. One of his paintings was being featured today, anonymously, of course. There was no way in hell that he would take the chance of someone finding out how old he was by tracing any of his old paintings back to him. He preferred to be kept in the shadows, anyway. It was far more enjoyable to see and hear the praise from afar than it was to be told. This way he knew that people were being completely truthful with him. That and it gave him a break from having to start up a conversation with someone.

He took the steps two at a time, passing Meenah without a single glance, not even noticing her. He moved right into the main room, walking up to his painting for a moment and smiling to himself. Of course he felt pride in himself. This was his masterpiece. It was displayed for all of the world to see and as far as he was hearing, everybody loved it. The old werewolf was filled with a sense of joy, his mind racing. All he could think about was how happy he was to have his work displayed. Then something tugged at his mind. He froze for a moment and then rewound his steps in his head, literally walking backwards through the gallery, walking backwards down the steps until he stood in front of the smoking Meenah. His expressed turned into a confused stare and then slowly morphed into a wide grin.

In a split second he was standing right close to her, plucking the cigarette out of her hands and throwing it to the ground. "It's unattractive when you smoke," he noted with a slow growl and drawl of his accent, winding and arm slowly around her waist. "Where have you been all my life, Lady Gregorio?" he whispered, leaning into her ear. This was common greeting whenever they met each other after a long stint away. Needless to say his adrenaline was running and all he wanted now was to catch up with the one person who'd been there for him most of his life. His painting was forgotten for the moment as he waited for her to answer him. This could go one of two ways. She would likely react positively or negatively to him toughing her. Who knew. He was just going to wait and see.

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Would you dance with me tonight
In the serious moonlight

Brighter than the stars above you shine
And the loving feels alright

Meenah let out a soft growl when she closed her eyes to the feel of Nikolai's arm around her waist. Causing her to lean back into him as he spoke into her ear. Causing her whole body to slowly shiver at the sound of his voice. She chewed her bottom lip as she slowly looked at him. "I never thought anything could make me so unattractive to you.... Mr. Belkov. But i've been exactly where i need to be just like i am now." She whispered twisting in his arm to lean into him, her fingers brushing along his lips as she softly smiled. How she missed the touch of those lips that graced the nail beds of her fingers before she trailed her fingers softly along his jawline.

"And where have you been all my life? Still making beautiful paintings and hiding your name i see, when are you just going to put your name there without a care in the world. The feeling and glow i long to see on your face when you get the recognition you deserve Nik. That's just not fair when people constantly wonder who it was that ran that brush so intimately upon that naked canvas." She spoke as she ran her fingers along his collar and smirked before slowly looking at him. She wondered how he found her or how long it took for him to notice that it was her. A second, a minute, two, perhaps an hour? She didn't know nor did she care only that she was here now in his arms. She slowly leaned up and pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth, knowing he'd want more then that and moved away. Taking only just his hand and moved back to the painting of the wolf and smiled at it.

"You painted this on purpose, i know you did. You were thinking of me just as i was thinking of you. Strange, what time did you paint this?" She asked curiously after a moment, her fingers delicately running along his knuckles before she leaned into him. Twisting around so she could see the painting whereas her back was resting against his chest. She wondered if he knew how she felt about him.... did he feel the same? Minus the fact they were really good friends; then the fact that at one time they slept together more then twice put her on a bender of wanting more. Though they went their separate ways because either she or he wanted more and would remained in touch. Somewhere along the way they lost that touch, yet here they were. Still as she remembered him, so full of life now that she had saved him from that day. So full of love, humor, and charm. She caught herself staring at him for the longest time before she flushed and looked away.

"Wow that's a bit of a stalker way of starting things off from a long time apart... whoops.. yeah."



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IF I NEVER SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN

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ikolai could feel her growl rumble against his chest when he first put his arm around her. A proper and enticing greeting, in Nikolai's opinion. "There are very few things that can make you seem unattractive. Smoking is one of them. It damages too many people," he said calmly, reasoning as best as he could with his best friend. In past years he hadn't found smoking unattractive, only in recent years had his feelings on the subject changed. He'd seen what harm it had done to mortal bodies like his and the last thing that he wanted was to have it affect him or a beauty like Meenah in such a way. His eyes found hers when she turned to face him, lips parting just slightly when she ran her finger tips across them. She was a tease and she knew just how to turn him into putty in her hands. It wasn't always a good thing, but right now he didn't care.[break][break]

"I hide my name for various reasons. I'd like to not be identified a thousand years from now with my name on a painting and my face in history text book. It's better to remain anonymous," he noted, growling just slightly as she kissed his mouth and then turned away, following behind her obediently, his fingers twining carefully with hers as they walked. His brow furrowed as she brought him inside to stand in front of his own painting. She was completely correct when she stated that he had been thinking about her. How could he not have been? He'd been missing his best friend for quite some time and this had been a sort of out cry for her. He'd been hoping that she would see it and know that it was him. Nikolai had been looking for her, wandering from place to place, slowly falling back into the depths of his depression, hoping that he'd be able to find her before it was too late for him. He didn't want to die, but the thoughts were there. Over a thousand years of living could do that to a man, especially when the only one he had to live for was the woman that now stood in front of him, her back against his chest.[break][break]

It wasn't hard to answer her questions. He never had kept things from her. Expect for his feelings. He wasn't one to want to show her who he really could be, so he hid himself from her more often than not. When those feelings had started creeping up, he'd quelled them by running in the other direction. He wasn't going to run anymore, though. Pursing his lips, his fingers ran along her collar bone as he draped his arm around his shoulders, resting his chin on her left shoulder. "A few months back. I was going to keep it, but a coordinator of this gallery saw it and had to have it. What better way to ensure that my beautiful snowy wolf went down in history other than to put her in an art gallery for all to see? You are the real, artist, Meenah, not me," his voice was low and bold, his eyes trailing along the strokes of his own painting as he waited to see or hear her reaction.

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