<div class="floatleft">(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Alexandra/AlexandraDonatellaGeovanelli_zps2e1ca929.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alexandra Donatella Geovanelli<br/><strong>Species/Element: </strong>Dark Witch - Air<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This, except jacket. (http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Alexandra/AlexaOutfit1Purplecopy_zps1f57ab09.jpg)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st, around noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cain's Den Tattoo and Piercing Parlor<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Vincent Cain, Open<br/><br/>Alexandra was always amazed how gentle Vincent could be. He was pretty much a big teddy bear with her. Alexandra leaned, pressing in to him with every experimental touch to her curves. The sounds she made were almost like a purr as she enjoyed each and every stroke of his hands on her body and his tongue in her mouth. She met him with enthusiasm. Her mind was gone as far as anyone else was concerned. She now had a bit of tunnel vision, concentrated on only one person, Vincent.<br/><br/>She looped her arms around his neck as she felt herself being lifted from the desk. To him, as strong as he was, she probably weighed nothing. She was so petite. With out her heels to add a little height, she was nearly a foot shorter at her 5'8" to his 6'5". When his lips left her's she looked at him curiously, still cradled in his arms, against his chest. She smiled at his words. He had no idea how much that it meant to her that he actually stopped and took the time for ask for her consent. But, she had waited for this as long as he had. If he stopped now, well, she just might have to kill him.<br/><br/><strong>"Who's asking you to stop, Cain? I'm sure as hell not."</strong><br/><br/>Alexa grinned and leaned up, pressing her lips to his again. Too much talking. Talk and dance around one another for the past seven years was all they had done. Finally, they were past that. She certainly hadn't anticipated that he'd have her for lunch today, but she was not about to stop him, not when she wanted it just as much as he did. She sighed, softly, pleasantly against his lips. She had imagined this for too long and it was so much more than she could ever have thought up in her head.