His cornerstone

Lorne turns a smile to Larissa, placing a hand over her's, and watching her curiously, small subtle changes rattling around in his expression. Larissa smiles back at him, with a little bit of movement as she feels his hand on hers. She looks deep in his eyes, leaning a bit closer with an open expression. She looks deep in Lorne's world, the warm darkness in his eyes, squeezing his hand a bit as he is still not saying anything to her. She leans closer. Lorne looks suddenly aware again, and leans into her, pressing her lips apart, as he pivots into her kiss, clasping her lower lip around her's, and sucking as he draws back, allowing it to pop silently from his mouth. Squeazing her hand, he tilts his head, examining her, and his voice comes echoing ghostly "Well now, my dear. You've taken to this talent quite well...where shall I take you from here...?" he muses, as he draws some pink hair away from her between two fingers. Larissa tilts her head a bit, touching her lips with the tip of her fingers, smiling.
"What else can you teach me, Lorne Harlequin?"
He watches her expression, listens to her words, and his eyes narrow somewhat. Gripping her hand a little tighter, he pulls her nearer to him, breathing hot breathes across her skin. Drawing her within inches of his face, he looks her over, and a light growl can be heard as his voice echos "You've had the lessons of heaven, let us now turn to the lessons...of the abyss"

Her expression slowly turns serious as she feels His presence inside her echo His words. She keeps smiling, with a slight tremble on her lips. "Do you expect me to be scared and hide in the corner?" she continues to smile, finding comfort in her own words. She holds on to Lorne's hand though. He grins perversly as he feels the demon seed respond deep within her, then broader as she speaks "Of course not. Given enough time, one learns never to expect. There is prediction, but many must be made, none relied upon, and all accounted for. you!" and he pulls her closer with a steely strength, speaking in a sharp whisper that echoes all around her "will find no corner
suitable for hiding...nor shall you wish to..." and he pulls her into his lips again, grasping her other wrist and pulling as he rolls his grasping lips into hers.

Larissa shivers with joy at his passionate advance and welcomes his kiss a newly found strength, enjoying the moments she can feel are only hers, tasting and drinking the knowledge of him, being with her. She forgets if she wanted to guard against anything or control herself, even if there are others around. Lorne pulls at her, grasping her wrists slightly harder, as he presses his pivoting mouth againsther's, gobbling at her lips, when something cold seems to hiss from his cheeks and in through hers, like cold wind, biting with ice. She feels a strange convulsion in her body at the feeling, as she tries to cling to Lorne not to loose her balance, and bury herself into him, drinking the icey feeling within herself to understand it. She is not backing away, but her body is full of tension, showing its strenght - of a human. Lorne slides his hands further, interweaving his fingers with her's as he stands, lifting her arms above her head. As he stands
there, hanging her slightly from his arms, he continues turning his mouth against her's , as the cold deepens into a numbness...slowly the light begins to fade from around them, the floor cannot be felt beneath their feet, and they are adrift in utter dark. She restrains her impulse to reach out and looks deep in his eyes, reflecting the darkness around them. She got to know the darkness in his eyes, she feels now that they are inside him.

Lorne stands before her against a starless field of night, and there are whispers everywhere. Around them. Between them. Within them. So cold here...one wonders whether that was a a whisper or a thought. Time seems to dilate and constrict and jitter, stuttering out of joint, and stammering cause and effect out of order. Like a dream, all meaning is fluid... She feels her mind swayed, trying to focus, phrasing words of some thoughts she believes are hers. "Will you hold me?" She tries to concentrate on his presence, none other slippery thoughts.

Lorne hovers before and within her, his face all there is to see, framing his eyes, the eyes of the abyss, surrounded and surrounding, both before and behind her, his arms reach around and join. Nested in dream flesh, fuzzy of border, he nuzzles her neck, cheek and shoulder. Out of the shadow, a shuddering voice speaks significantly, layer by layer, laying quiet to louder, and echoing off into night. "This is your home now. Never forget: when the hour comes, you come to me here...and evermore..." and his eyes are there before hers...standing infront of her...in the library, with arms around her waist. She looks around and back into Lorne's eyes. She is not feeling too much difference. She is with him here, and he is with her there. There is pain though, when he is not around. Then she feels void within. He has voice and skin, he has presence here.
She takes comfort in that, trying not to think about experiencing the emptyness alone, but it comes to her mind and her eyes seem hazy with some tear.

Lorne Harlequin standing before her, there in the library, he notes her sad eyes and narrows his slightly. Stepping back a little, he holds her hand out between them, and looks down into it's palm. There, under his gaze, a circle of lacy writing in deep red lights up, and he looks to her eyes with a smile "Signed and sealed..." and he grasps her other hand, putting them both together
between his.

Larissa smiles at him weakly, waiting if he has more to say. Her hand stays in his palms as far as she is concerned. "what have you done?"

Lorne squeazes her hands some, rubbing them lightly with his thumbs, as he smiles dark and proud at her question "I have written your Name in My Book, Larissa. Evermore shall you be a cornerstone of My demesne...You are one of usss..."