Missing "Dog" [Emi] R Rating!!

[Emiko Makani]

The door opened to the bathroom when she was mid-paragraph, and she fought the urge to look up right away. She finished her paragraph and then very carefully placed her bookmark between the pages and set the book on the table. Finally, she let her eyes trail up to look at him. All the glorious, toned, beautiful inches of him revealed due to the fact that he had no shirt on. Oh good lord.

She was saddened by the fact that he had chosen to sit on the chair rather than on the couch with her, but she also figured that it had been a smart decision on his part, due to how much chemistry existed between them.

"Like I said, it was no big deal. I hope you enjoyed it. Plus, it's a bonus for me if you don't smell funny." She smiled and waved her hand in front of her nose. When he spoke about his tattoo she smiled. He had just given her the next opening to tease him.

Emi rose from the couch, smoothing her skirt down as she did so, and walked behind him. As she passed by him, she trailed her fingers along his chest. Finally she stood behind him and trailed her fingers over his tattoo.

"Oh yes, I like this." Her fingers trailed the outlines and she leaned forward to breathe lightly on the back of his neck. Her fingers slid up into his luscious hair, she couldn't help herself. She moved around, her fingers trailing through his hair until she stood in front of him.

"Well, you showed me yours I guess that means that it's time for me to show you mine." Emi winked at him and then slowly began to lift the right side of her shirt, inch by inch revealing skin and tattoo, but careful to keep her breasts covered at the same time. "What do you think?"

[Jayden Shadings]

Normally Jayden would have been very uncomfortable with just a pair of pants on and no shirt around company. When ever his mother had friends over he would dress up nicely and be ready to greet them. Even if it was a weekend and all he wanted to do was rest and walk around in nothing but boxers or just lay in bed all day with no clothes. How ever, the appreciative look he got from Emiko as she placed her book mark in her book and looked up at him, made that uncomfortable feeling disappear and he was suddenly very comfortable with her staring at him. If she thought he looked good and she didnt mind him only wearing the pants, that was fine with him. He was pretty sure she wouldnt mind if he wore nothing at all. Now that he thought about it, he wouldnt mind if she were wearing nothing at all either.

His gaze trailed over her body as well and he only allowed himself a brief huff of approval. His wolf was very pleased as well. It wanted him to go over there and take her into his arms right now. Mark her as his. Place his scent on her where no other male, human or wolf or vamp alike, would touch her. They would all know she was his. But the human part of him, was going against that instinct. Not only would she find that weird, but he didnt know what was getting into him. Claim her as his? His wolf hadnt reacted this way to any of his previous girlfriends. Or to anyone in fact. It ran in his family that they were dominant. His mother wasnt weak, and for her age she was very strong for a vampire. His aunt, who allowed him to see her since he was a werewolf, is an alphess in her own right. He had the alpha blood in him.

Never before though, had he wanted anyone as badly as he craved her right now. And that was the main reason for him sitting in the chair next to the couch that she was sitting on. If he had sat next to her, smelt her scent and felt her touch and heat, he wasnt sure he could behave himself. No...It was better to distance himself. Keep away from the temptation. Then again, that was easier said then done. He had washed his mind away with the naughty thoughts when he sat down, but when he mentioned his tattoo he hadnt expected her to take that as a shot to tease him. If he had known, he wouldnt have reminded her. But as it was, he watched her stand up and his eyes darkened with lust and want. Her fingers were suddenly on his skin and he closed his eyes, sucking in a quick breath of air and letting it back out as a small hiss of pleasure.

She was far from over with him though and he figured this was payback for what he had done at the park. Her fingers tracing the outline of the wolfs paw on the back of his neck was going to drive him insane. His eyes were closed and his head tilted forward to let her trace the skin of his neck. Her breath hit against him and a small shiver rushed down his spine. He wanted her. And badly. But he could control himself. He could do this. She could tempt him and tease him, but he wouldnt be like any old male out there. Jump her and take away her pride and choice. He didnt want to take it all away from her. Plus, they hadnt known each other very long. He was positive she wouldnt want to give away her virginity to a complete stranger. Someone she wasnt close with. Someone she barely knew.

As her fingers rose into his hair he opened his eyes and moaned softly. It wouldnt be audible to her ears, but his body was reacting to her touch. A womans touch through his hair was a weak spot for him. It always felt so damn good and made him want to just devour her. His eyes were glowing fiercely, the wolf howling in his mind. Instead of more that pale and gorgeous blue, they shone like electricity. His eyes were now a shocking electric blue and his canine teeth had grown longer. It would have been a good sign to her had she known she was dealing with a werewolf. But as he felt her turning, coming around to face him, he forced down his wolf, and willed himself to look normal again. By the time she reached the front of him, everything was back to normal except his eyes. They were still electric blue and no matter how hard he tried, he couldnt make them change back.

All Jay wanted to do was hide his eyes from her, but he found himself gazing at her. He couldnt help it. She was so beautiful and she was making him react in ways he had never experienced before. It was both thrilling and scary at the same time. He would have to ask his mom about this later. Maybe she would know what was going on. Of course, he would leave out the sex details. No matter how long you had been around your mother, it would never cease to be awkward. Emi's words barely reached his ears, since he was so far in thought, but as she started to lift up the right side of her shirt, they did sink in. She was showing him her tattoo that was on her body. And although he did notice the lovely display of work there, he was more fascinated by her skin.

Her skin looked warm, inviting and oh so tempting. With how southernly happy he was, this was not a good idea. He glanced up at her and grinned. "Very lovely. It suits you." His voice was deeper, and more aroused then anything else. It wouldnt be hard to tell. He looked away from her eyes and looked back at her tattoo and then leaned forward and nuzzled her bare skin with his cheek, his lips starting at the edge of the tattoo and tracing his way up, as his lips moved further up the design he followed. His lips came away from her skin and relocated at the hollow of her throat when he was fully standing up. His hands were lightly on her hips, being a good boy even though he was dying to touch in better places. All his wolf wanted....correction..all HE wanted, was to touch her and hear her moan for him.

He trailed his lips from the hollow of her throat up her neck and to her chin and then finally the corner of her mouth. Glancing at her briefly he grinned, his eyes flashing and then captured her mouth with his, kissing her with everything he was feeling right then and there. His tongue trailed the seam of her mouth, asking politely for permission to enter, and his hands remained on her hips, though they drew her closer to his body. This all felt so right. So damn good. And he was forcing himself on her. That thought alone was like ice water running down his back. He pulled away from her and took a step back, placing his hand on the back of the chair for support. He panted, trying to catch his breath and he could feel that his canine teeth had grown again.

"Im so sorry..." He whispered to her and closed his eyes, a shudder rippling down his body. His wolf was furious at him and he was angry at himself as well right now. But the wolf and the man were angry for two totally different reasons. When he felt he had enough control to not show the wolf, he stood back up and looked at her once more. "Im sorry. I shouldnt have done that. I pride myself on being a gentlemen...And that wasnt very gentlemanly. Can I make it up to you maybe by getting dinner? Its getting late and Im sure that dog will be finding someplace to eat and then rest by now. We wont find him. We can always look again tomorrow. But for now...Let me treat you to some food to repay you. And to show my apology."

[Emiko Makani]

His reaction to her was subtle but it was also delicious. She may not have been able to hear his moans or see the wolf coming out but she could feel the heat level rise in the room. Her own reaction basically mirrored his own. The dark hair on his head was soft and full, she could sit and run her fingers through it for days.

Mmm, he smelled good too, fresh from the shower. Of course, that was also partly her since he had used her shower things. If anyone had marked anyone, she had marked him by letting him use her shower.

She moved in front of him and pulled her shirt up inch by inch. Then she noticed his eyes and became mesmerized. They were beautiful and electrifying and hypnotizing and made her want to throw him down on the floor and do him til dawn.

What the hell was this? Where had these feelings come from? She'd never been this enticed to have sex before. But she didn't want to fight it too much. Perhaps jumping into bed with him wasn't the best idea, but her mother and father had told her that if she ever felt a connection to someone she shouldn't let it go.

His voice sent shock waves of heat coursing through her body, it was so deep and sexy. It carried the promise of pleasure within it. She wanted to see how strong that promise was. She could hear the arousal in it and it made her own arousal grow. This was a dangerous game they were playing, tiptoeing around each others will power. But it was just too fun to stop. His actual words barely registered on her, it was his voice that touched her the most, it reached down deep into her and pulled the vixen inside to the surface.

Then when his lips touched her skin her eyes rolled back into her skull and she let out a soft moan. Her hands came up and her fingers buried in his hair again, sliding through and then falling out as he made his way up her side. His lips finished just under the bottom swell of her breast and the proximity made her pant lightly.

"Jayden." She half whispered, half moaned. His lips reached the throat and trailed upward, leaving heat and desire behind them. Her arms slid between his and settled on his back, the pads of her fingertips making circles on the small of his back.

She returned his smirk, her own eyes sparkling with want and then his lips pressed against hers and life got so much better than before. Her arms tightened around him and she willingly allowed him to pull her closer to him. She opened her mouth to his tongue and met it with her own. Her hands slid up his back and she pressed herself just about as close to him as she could get without actual intercourse.

And then all of a sudden she was pushed away from him and he was spouting off all these apologies. What was with boys and thinking that it was that easy to overpower women? Had she not been kissing him back? Quite forcefully in fact. Though, she definitely did like the idea of going out to dinner.

"Okay, first of all. I would love to go to dinner with you. Second, stop apologizing to me, it's not like I'm some innocent little half-wit. I may be a virgin but I'm not naive and if you keep trying to make out like I don't want these things and that you have to protect me, I'm gonna get real angry."

She stepped close to him and pushed him back into the chair he had been occupying, before climbing on it and straddling him.

"This is my choice too." Emiko said before she pressed her lips to his and slid her fingers up into his hair again. She ground her body against his once, making sure the kiss was a good one. Then she pulled back, hopped off the chair, and walked over to the door. "Your clothes should be dry by now, laundry rooms over there." Her finger lifted and pointed in the right direction. She slipped her feet into the black flip flops by the door and waited patiently for her dinner escort.

[Jayden Shadings]

Saying that he was aroused was such an understatement. He was more then aroused. If he had the choice of turning off his conscious right now, they wouldnt still be in the living room. They would be in her bedroom and he would be showing her how skilled he was in bed. But that conscious part of him was on and no matter how much that small moan she gave from earlier was replaying in his head, he couldnt get over the fact that he didnt want to force this on her. Not for her first time. It wouldnt be right and he wouldnt be able to live with himself even though he was dying to pull her close again. To just hold her. His body was making a compromise. If it couldnt have what it really wanted then it would settle for just holding her. For just cuddling and being in each others company. But he denied himself even that. He wasnt going to do anything until he knew where she stood with it.

However, the least thing he expected to happen was for her to yell at him. But thats exactly what happened. She told him firstly, how dinner would be lovely, and he was going to smile at that but then her voice tone changed and he could tell she was irritated. And an aroused female that was irritated was never a good thing for the nearest male in the room. And since he was the only male, and the reason for both the arousal and the irritation, it didnt look good for him. Jayden stood there though and just took the words. They werent too harsh but he didnt agree with them. He didnt think her a half-wit or a naive little virgin. Far from. Just by looking at her he could tell she was independent and free from what people expected her to be. It was one of the things he loved about her.

After her anger filled words he nodded. "Ill try to remember that." He gave a small smile and then before he could react, she was close to him again. Her hand touched his chest and he was going to ask her what she was up to, but she pushed him down into the chair that he had occupied only moments before. In his eyes there was puzzlement and the moment he was going to ask her what she was up to, she straddled his waist and told him she had chosen this as well. Then her lips captured his and all clear and coherent thoughts flew out the window. All he could hear, smell, taste, was Emi. And thats all he wanted to think about too. How close their bodies were and how wonderful her hands in his hair felt. The kiss was overpowering and shattering to his senses. It was sensory overload. But he wanted more.

And thats the exact moment she broke the kiss and got off of him. He would have whimpered and pulled her back to him and gone much further then they had planned, but he remembered they were going out to dinner now. He had made the offer and he was going to stick by it. Now after dinner...that was another story. No you dont. Dont go there Jay. He scolded himself lightly and looked towards the laundry room as she said his clothes were probably dry by now. He had no doubt that they were, but he honestly didnt want to get back in them. He wanted to pick her up and carry her to her bedroom and make love to her all night. Show her what it was like to be loved in that way. But instead of doing what he wanted, he nodded and stood up, heading to the laundry room as she went over to the door.

Reaching the laundry room he went straight over to the dryer and opened it, grabbing his clothes out and placing them on top of the machine first. Closing the door once more he grabbed his pants and slipped out of the pajama ones she had loaned him. Once his jeans were secure he grabbed the shirt and tugged it on over his bare chest. Even now he could still faintly feel her touch on his skin. It was like a ghost of a memory. Haunting and teasing him. He let out a small frustrated sigh and leaned his palm on the top of the machine lightly. Closing his eyes he took in a small breath and calmed down, letting go of the frustration and the sexual want and need swelling in his gut. It didnt help much, but that was the best he could do at the current moment. He had a feeling it wouldnt completely leave until he was back home.

Walking back over to her, he smiled as she stood by the door and waited for him. He opened the door and motioned for her to step out into the hall as he slipped on his own shoes. It was a bad habit of not untying the laces but it was a habit he hadnt been able to break for over 600 years. When they were both in the hallway, he watched her lock her door and then took her hand gently. "I know a place close by here. No need to drive." He told her and then led her out to the streets and tugged her along playfully. Every now and then he would glance at her and smile broadly. He really was happy to be here by her side. It felt right and when something felt right..why not go with it? With those kinds of thoughts floating in his mind he barely realized they had made it to the restaurant he wanted to take her to.

Letting go of her hand he shrugged softly. It was a little French restaurant that was his favorite while they came to New York. His mother loved it too. It reminded them of home and the chef was French as well. A vampire, but French none the less. Its chef being a vampire was the main reason it was only open at night when the sun went down. But he made the best French cuisine you ever tasted without actually being in France. Some part of him longed to be home again, but they were making a fine life in London and with visits to the US. It had been the US to teach them English and everything new that was going on. The war hadnt reached here and his family hadnt had to go through another bloody war and watch people they were close to die.

"Ever been here before?" He asked her softly, straying away from those bad thoughts of wars, blood and death. "My family loves to come here. Reminds us of home. I have a small soft spot for it as well. I was born in France, so the food is my favorite." Leading her inside, he asked the waiter for a table for two, and they were seated right away and handed two menus. Jayden pulled her chair out for Emi but he figured she might get mad if he pushed it in. Sitting across from her he smiled and his eyes barely stayed on the menu. Not that he really needed to look at it. He knew it by heart. The thing he didnt know by heart...was her face. But he wanted to know it, and so he didnt mind studying it and watching her beautiful reactions.

[Emiko Makani]

As Emiko waited for him near the door she wondered if she might have gone a little bit too far. Though whether she was thinking about going too far with the teasing or too far with the independent woman hear me roar talk. Either way, he had seemed a little shaken when he'd walked away towards the laundry room.

When he came out she smiled, and waited for him to put on his shoes. She stepped through the door when he opened it. She may be independent but she did appreciate chivalry at it's finest. Opening doors, pulling out chairs, bringing flowers just because. The two of them walked through the streets of New York hand in hand. He certainly seemed like he was in a better mood, completely playful.

Soon they had reached a French restaurant that Emiko had never seen before or even heard of. She didn't usually eat in fancy restaurants, mostly she just got take out or ordered pizza. But a fancy French place seemed like an ideal place to have their first date. He wasn't holding her hand anymore and she missed the contact.

"No, I've never seen this place before but it looks beautiful so we can try it." Emi was so excited just to be with him, she hadn't been on a date in a really long time, and she'd never been on a date with someone who she'd already made out with, someone that she was so desperately attracted to.

Jayden ushered her inside and she smiled as she looked around the dining area. It really was gorgeous inside. She hadn't realized that Jay was french, he didn't have any sort of accent at all. She wouldn't have minded an accent. In fact, if he ever spoke french to her, with a genuine accent, she might not be able to stop herself from jumping into bed with him. She would just get the feeling that women everywhere would hate her for passing up such a chance.

They were seated pretty quickly and Emiko smiled appreciatively when he pulled her seat out for her. She was also a little glad that he hadn't pushed her in as well, she found that just a little weird, it was hard to have someone push your chair in with you in it. She much preferred scooting on in herself.

Emi picked up the menu but nothing really looked intriguing. Well, that was a lie, everything looked good it was just hard to pick what exactly she wanted out of everything listed on the menu.

"I don't know what I want to have. You should pick for me." She said with a grin. The tablecloths were long so Emi took of her shoes and tucked one leg up underneath her, getting herself nice and comfortable. While they waited for the waiter she looked up at him and smiled brightly.

"Well, seeing as we've had our tongues in each others mouths, perhaps we should get to know each other a little better. Where do you normally live? I'm guessing not here."

[Jayden Shadings]

Holding her hand was wonderful. She was so delicate and beautiful and he felt his wolf huff in contentment even though it would have liked more. It was still howling at him to claim her as his. He didnt understand any of these feelings. All of it was new to him and in a way it was scaring him. No one had explained these feelings and these wants and urges. Was this normal? Or was this not something that should be happening? Was the wolf taking over him more then his human side? He had heard of people that had lost their humanity to the wolf side and were never the same after that. They worked off of pure instinct and instinct alone. No feelings, no concerns for anyone else. It was like they were only the animal and no longer how long they had been human, it wouldnt change the wolf.

He didnt want to think on that for now though. He just wanted to think about holding her hand, about being close to her. No one had made her feel this way and no one had been able to make him so calm and relaxed. Well, no one but his sister and mother. But not in the same way as Emi was doing. She made him want to stay curled up next to her and just have her love him. He could sense that she liked holding his hand too, but he let her hand go when they got to the restaurant because he didnt want to seem too clingy and he didnt want to seem like he needed her as much as he really did. Already he wanted to stay near her. It was amazing how fast he was falling for her. It was another question he would need to get answers to. For now though, he had a date with the beautiful girl next to him.

A smile graced his lips and he chuckled. "It is beautiful inside. My mom knows the chef. And he cooks the best French cuisine. Closest thing you will ever taste without actually being in France." He told her and they both went inside and were seated rather quickly. Some of the waiters he recognized and they waved to him when they caught his attention. He chuckled and then looked over at Emiko who was looking at her menu. For some reason, his gaze always kept going back to her. He didnt mind much. She was a sight for sore eyes and she was very beautiful and she kept surprising him. He had noticed her reaction to him saying he was French. Out of his whole family, he was the best at hiding his accent. You could hear it in his moms voice, it made her voice cute, and girly.

For him, he had learned to hide it. You could only hear it if you were looking for it. And since no one knew he was French they never looked for it. At times, he would slip up and it would color his voice, but slip ups were rare and few between. By the look in her eyes though, he may just let his accent out and see what her reaction to it might be. Just maybe. He was pulled away from his thoughts though when she said he should pick something for her to eat. He laughed and shook his head. "You really want me to pick after your whole, independent woman, hear me roar thing?" But he smiled at her to show he was teasing. "Hmm. Well, my favorite is either the spaghetti or lasagna. Any of those sounds appealing? If need be we can each get one of those and then share a few bites here and there."

A small grin played over his lips though and mischievous glint in his eyes. "Maybe even have a Lady and Tramp moment." The joke was probably more fun to him then her. He was definitely the tramp in this scenario. Tilting his head slightly, he watched her get more comfy, and her height grew just slightly. He figured she must have tucked her foot under her on the chair. His mother or sister would do that every now and then. Her words though made a small blush creep up his neck and he cleared his throat softly, looking down at his menu. He was embarrassed that he had done that without actually having gotten to know her first. Had she known he was a werewolf, he would have explained what he was feeling. But then again..how do you explain something you yourself didnt understand?

Looking back up into her eyes though he smiled, the blush gone. It had been there only briefly. "Yeah. I agree. We can play our own version of twenty questions. You ask me one and then Ill ask you one. Sound like a deal? And Ill take that as your first question." Putting his menu down to the side of him he folded his hands in front of him. "And you are right. I dont live here. I actually live in London. But my mom likes to come to the US for vacations. We decided on New York this summer." He told her and smiled. "Now my turn. Hmmm...." He said and pondered on what questions to ask her. There were so many things going through his mind at the moment. "Have you always lived here in New York?" He decided to stick to a simple question first. Would also give him some time to think of another question to ask when it was his turn again.

He did look up though when the waiter came by. "Hey Daniel." He said as he recognized the man and chuckled. "Still working here?" The man nodded and explained how he liked working there and then of course asked for their orders. "Ill have the lasagna and a coke." He turned his gaze to Emi and pointed his hand at her to show it was her turn to pick what she wanted to eat.

[Emiko Makani]

Who must his mom be to know the chef of a fancy place like this? It really made her wonder what his last name was, and who he came from. They didn't know anything about each other but she was going to change that. This boy was going to be hers, at least for a time, she would make sure of that. Somehow.

Emi noticed that his gaze didn't stray very far away from her face and she smiled knowingly into her menu. That was one thing she would always thank her parents for, she was very good looking, though she tried not to be too arrogant about such things. Had she not known that the waiter would be coming for their orders soon, she probably would have been staring at him back.

His words about her independent rant made sense, but she made a face at him anyway, a 'shut up before I playfully kick your sorry butt' face. Yes she had ranted about herself being an independent woman, but there was a difference between ordering for a woman on your own and being asked to do so. She liked the sound of the 'each get one and share' option. So whichever he ordered she would get the other.

Emiko laughed at his lady and the tramp comment, she definitely wouldn't mind such a thing. Her lips were begging to come in contact with his again, they were tingling at the very possibility. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her, perhaps with out the wolfen instincts calling out but she still felt an intense connection to him. Was it because of her werewolf heritage? Was their some sort of predestined force that had brought them together and was pulling them towards each other even now? Maybe, but it wasn't something she had any knowledge about, and she couldn't very well ask him when he insisted on pretending he wasn't a vampire.

She perked up visibly at the mention of a game, twenty questions was one of her favorites and a get-to-know-you version would be interesting with them. "I like it, as long as we're both truthful things should be dandy." She looked at him pointedly and reached her hand across the table, holding her pinky out. "Pinky swear you'll tell the truth."

It was all a big set up, she knew he was going to lie to her. She knew she could avoid it of course, by asking the right questions, but she knew that she wouldn't do so.

Ha, called it, he wasn't from around here. It wasn't surprising, nearly all the people you met when you lived in New York weren't actually from New York they were tourists. She was a little sad that he didn't have an accent, French or otherwise. An English accent would have been perfectly acceptable as well, but French just seemed more romantic.

She waited while he pondered his question, wondering if he'd jump directly for the hard ones or if he'd start simple. Apparently he'd start simple, asking about how long she'd been in New York. She'd just opened her mouth to answer when the waiter arrived. Apparently Jayden knew just about everyone here, and while he ordered Emiko thought of new ways to torture him. There was one trick from the movies that she'd been wanting to try.

The waiter turned to her and she smiled up at him. "Hello, I'll have the spaghetti and a water please." She didn't really like soda, though every now and then she did get a hankering for the carbonated goodness. The waiter walked away and Emiko turned back to Jay.

"No I haven't always lived in New York. I actually grew up in New Orleans with my parents but, well my mom and I didn't really get along so I left a little while before I graduated high school and I worked my way here. They're pretty rich so it wasn't hard. I've been here for about two years now." While she'd been talking, Emiko had lifted her foot and started to slowly and gently rub it against his leg, starting just at his calves and slowly working her way upward. Though she never got brazen, she stopped just above his knees and then worked her way back down.

"Mmm, my turn again. How old are you?" This one could be tricky, where he could lie, werewolves could live for a very long time so either he was newly created or he had been around for a long while. Would he tell her that and try to make it into a joke, or would he lie? She'd just have to wait and see now.

Her foot dropped back to the ground now, she'd let him answer without teasing him.

[Jayden Shadings]

So far, the evening was going wonderfully. They were at his favorite restaurant here in New York and he was with a very beautiful girl. And he could smell that she was wanting him just as much as he wanted her. But he would be a perfect gentlemen about this. Everything taken in baby steps. It would all be up to her. Truthfully, yes, his wolf was getting angry at him for not just taking her here and now. For wasting that perfect opportunity in her apartment. Arguments between him and his wolf were normally long lived and either ended with him giving in or the wolf backing down. Not to happily either. Jayden was determined that his wolf was going to back down this time. He was NOT going to let it win and go against everything his mother had taught him. He had been raised better then the males of today. He had seen the romantic era. He had lived through it.

Plus, he was very content with this. She was laughing at his jokes and showing that she was having a good time. And just by looking at her face alone, he could sense that she agreed to his idea of splitting his two favorite foods of the restaurant. Which ever he chose, she would take the opposite. He already knew which one he wanted, so he knew what one she was going to get. But it was only polite to let her answer herself what she wanted. And Daniel wouldnt bite. He gave Jayden a knowing glance and Jay wanted to toss something at him. Watching his retreating back he muffled the urge to growl. Daniel knew what he was and what his mother and sister were. This was the first time he had ever brought a girl that wasnt family, with him here. And now that he looked and chose to notice it, they were all giving him knowing glances.

His eyes darkened only slightly as he glared at another waiter. He backed down quickly though. No one liked to play the staring game with him. When he wanted to be, he could be very scary. Turning his gaze back to Emi though, his eyes were back to normal. And he had to laugh as she held out her pinky and wanted him to swear to tell the truth on these questions. He debated that for a second and then linked his pinky through hers. He had a feeling he was going to majorly regret this. "All right. Pinky promise Ill tell the truth." He had no idea though what this promise would entail later on when the actual questions came in. If she knew he was a werewolf, telling the truth would be so much easier. But she didnt, and these questions were going to be mostly tiptoeing around the truth.

Daniel had taken her order and then left quickly, not wanting another glare from Jayden. And then the questioning began. He tilted his head slightly, nodding his head once briefly to Daniel as he placed their drinks down. He picked up his soda and took a small sip and then raised an eyebrow as he felt her foot on his leg and making its way up, slowly and seductively. The little minx was going to tease him half to death. And there really was nothing he could do about it. He just smiled and chuckled, his eyes turning brighter, more hooded as naughtier thoughts entered his brain. He was still paying attention to her answer though. It was interesting to hear that she didnt get along with her mother and that she had come out here on her own.

Ali had been trying to get him and his sister to make their own lives out in the world. Telling them they were too old to still be hanging around with their mother. But truth be told, he was comfortable with his mom. And she was so small and delicate that he wanted to protect her. Yet she had 15 years on him and was a vampire. She could handle herself. He still worried. "Im sorry to hear that about your mother. But its good that you like to live on your own I guess. " He smiled at her and then took another sip from his drink when her question caught him off guard. Choking somewhat on the liquid he cleared his throat and then looked back up at her. She seemed to be studying him very pointedly. Like she was trying to catch him in a lie. But his age was something he would have to lie about.

"Uhh...Im 21." He told her. Plus 632 years...He added in his mind silently. But he didnt think telling her he was over 6 centuries old was a good way to start this. And on technicality...he WAS 21. Thats the age that he had been turned at and would always remain. Forever and for eternity he would look the prime of his youth. That stunning twenty one year old from France. The boy who could capture a heart but chose to be a gentlemen instead. But for now, he looked away and realized he had a hard time meeting her gaze. He didnt want to lie to her. But he couldnt tell her the truth either. He sucked up his courage though and raised his eyes to look at her. She really was beautiful and it was his turn to ask the questions.

"My turn huh?" He gave a half hearted smile and then cocked his head like a puppy would. "Believe in mythical things? Like...werewolves and vampires for example? Fairies?" He had to chuckle at that last bit. Fairies...right.

[Emiko Makani]

The waiter brought their drink to them in between her answer and her question. Emiko reached for her water and took a drink and then spoke her question. She knew that things were getting interesting when he choked on his coke. Now that was intriguing, he seemed shocked and seemed to be deliberating how to answer. That alone showed that he was thinking about lying.

21? Okay, she could believe that, but only if he'd just been turned like in the last two to three years. If he wasn't that new, which she highly suspected he wasn't due to the amount of control he had over himself, then he was lying. And they were barely two questions in.

He hadn't seemed too bothered by her fancy footwork under the table. But that didn't worry her much, there was plenty of time to get him all hot and bothered after their dinner. Now it was time to focus on their little game.

When he voiced his question it was her turn to choke on her drink. She couldn't help but giggle at the irony. "How funny that you should ask that! Especially since it has a lot to do with my next question." Now it was her turn to debate on things, not on whether or not to tell the truth, her answer was simple. It was more about how much she wanted to reveal with her answer. Should she tell him that she had been raised by two werewolves and that vampires had rotated in and out of her life since she was tiny? That was what she was questioning in her mind.

However, that would be complicated to tell him and she wanted him to admit things first. "Yes, I do believe in such things. Well, I believe in certain supernatural things. Fairies are a little bit of a stretch, but I've always known that there were supernatural beings out there. Things like, I dunno, vampires and werewolves."

Her response could be taken literally by him, as her actually saying for real that she knew that there were such things. Or it could simply be taken as the sort of religious knowing. You have no proof but you believe it's real.

"Alright, my turn again. Since you said your twenty-one, my next question would be..." She paused, wondering how she wanted to phrase this. Did she want to just come out with it? Did she want to continue tiptoeing around things? "If you're twenty-one, at what age were you turned into a werewolf exactly?" Well coming right out with it it was. That ought to clean the air a little. She had a feeling what his next question for her might be.