#thread: antonia + olivier

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Antonia + Olivier (ft. the Benoit Family) @theartofruling

Location: Benoit Estate in Northland Falls, Christmas

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The loud sounds of laughter and music made Olivier smile to himself. Per tradition, he and Toni were at his family's primary estate in Northland Falls to celebrate the winter holiday. Both of his grandparents was quite smitten with the young witch as she, Toni, tried to teach his grandmere a new dance. Thus the laughter from the pair and his grandpere in amused reaction as he cheered on, a glass of infused alcohol in hand and the nearby fireplace going. "So," Ollie's attention moved to his uncle Beau-Alexander, beside him, as he secured a noticeable, big red bow onto the hybrid's gift to his girlfriend. "You know after this, there's no going back, right?" It was asked with a warm look cast to Ollie. "How is there any going back?" He asked his uncle, brows lowering as his gaze returned to the thankfully silent gift. For now. Ollie wordlessly thanked Damien again, for his help due to casting the charm. Olivier, Beau-Alexander, and the unnamed gift were in one of the numerous bathrooms in the Benoit manor. "We live together. I've added her to my accounts. Hell, she's even been added to access my personal vault at Banque Royale du Northland. There's no going back for me, with her." He clarified. "I told you already, she's it for me." Beau-Alexander was beyond aware of the fact and not so secretly loved it. He supported their relationship. Hell, the vampire loved to remind Ollie of his changed ways whenever possible.

A shuffling noise emitted into the room between the two of them, drawing the older Benoit's attention again. The puppy then barked, the sound blocked by a temporary charm Damien cast, as if to remind the pair of their presence. "C'mon, let's have you finally meet your mom." Ollie murmured fondly, scratching behind the puppy's ears. "Now remember, you've got her scent. You're supposed to go straight to her. No one else, alright?" He instructed the creature as he gathered them in his arms from the bathtub, walking out of the bathroom after his uncle opened the door. Once Olivier reached the living room, glad that both his grandmere and Toni's backs were away from him, and he knelt down and released the puppy. Who sniffled around briefly before catching smell of Toni and made their way over, big red bow bouncing on the back of their neck with each step taken.

"Merry Christmas, Cherie." Ollie greeted with a smile and a bit of nerves in his voice when Toni noticed, fidgeting with one of his rings on his hand.

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"Are you telling me that after a year of seducing you with a life of luxury and indulging in exuberant spending habits, all I really had to gift you today was myself?" Olivier asked her with a smirk. "But good," He began, expression softening as he continued. "I'm glad you love them. What about the rings? How did they fit?" It was obvious the hybrid had splurged, even more than usual, and among her gifts were three statement pieces in the form of rings. Ollie laughed, glad to know that she didn't require him to sing. Only his presence. Something that the hybrid could do. Instead of butcher notes of a song. "Am I in the chair? Or am I the chair?" He challenged, sending Toni a look. It was no secret that she preferred to sit on him than on more acceptable surfaces.

"...You sound like we should've just gotten a private room for this. Instead of normal reservation." At her surprise to his musical talent, Ollie quietly shook his head. "I thought I told you that before." Dark eyes glanced around, not so subtly looking for at least a piano in the lounge. "They should have one in here. I can show you," He offered since the minor lord didn't have one at their place. A light blush, a rarity on Olivier's skintone, burned his cheeks at Toni's flirtatious comment. On melting her with his fingers, musically or audibly, as well. He chuckled low and his chest shifted with the sound. "Whenever you want." Ollie agreed. He noticed the subtle change in her own visible expression almost as if she were nervous about something. Olivier found it to be adorable. "You know what, surprise me. I don't know what it is but you're cute like this. So I want to find out when you do it."

A thought came to him. "Do you want to start eating first? Or do your surprise?"

“I love all my gifts, even though the best gift is just you. Thank you. And thank you for indulging my four outfit changes. I wanted to look perfect for you tonight.” She felt happy. A feeling that she couldn’t describe in all her years living as something she had truly or fully felt. Antonia felt comfortable in her own skin and completely seen by another person who knew everything about her past. That was rare because not even her own sister knew everything about who she was. “Yes, but I don’t need you to sing, just be there for moral support I’ll get you a chair. You might be an unknowing participant in something I’ve been working on for you. If you don’t want to be on stage, I’ll just come down here. Either way, you’ll be a part of my performance.” Antonia shook her head as he told her he could play a few instruments. “You didn’t. So you mean to tell me all this time you could have made me melt with your fingers in a different way too? I would love to hear you play sometime.” 

Toni nodded. She had a nervous smile on her face. Knowing she picked a song that would help her say the words she’d been far too nervous to say. “I did. Do you want to know what it is now? Or would you like to be surprised?” 

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Olivier + Antonia @theartofruling

Location: Flashback, Reception at Michaels' Wedding

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The reception at Toni's sister's wedding was in full swing. The daughters of the happy couple bounced about, giggling and running, as best and excited as kids could be at their parents' wedding reception. He sent one, the youngest, a bit of an awkward wave as he waited for Toni to return to their table. Children, especially happy ones, were still a sore spot for him. At times. Although, he hoped that it wasn't painfully obvious to his girlfriend as he was trying to be better. It wasn't other children's fault for Olivier's own childhood, that he knew.

Ollie unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket, draping it across the back of his seat, before he focused on removing the cuff links from his dress shirt. The hybrid tucked them into a pocket of his dress pants for safe keeping and began rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. At least his forearms would be on better display, the minor lord mused seconds before noticing Toni's return. Olivier stood up, meeting her as she stood, dress clinging to her curves and a distracting vision at his side. Of course Antonia had a chair near him but she never chose real chairs when his lap was always ready for her. "My Lady," Olivier greeted her, a smirk on his mouth and his hand out for hers to take ahold. "Sorry to say but I hope your feet aren't tired. I wanted to have this dance," He said, smirking easing into a confident smile when, lucky for him, a new song started to play.

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Antonia + Olivier @theartofruling

Location: ColorUMine Body Painting Studio, Divine Forest

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The full moon hung above the pair as they made their way towards the the painting studio. Oddly enough, somehow, Olivier hadn't ever visited it. Let alone on the full moon - a time when his more base desires drove the hybrid than he was willing to admit. Antonia's hand was interlaced with his own while they walked. He'd fed already today, of course. Still, the back of his throat burned with the familiar demand to feed. Preferably from a live, willing host. Add to it that Antonia smelled as delicious as he knew she tasted. It made his mouth water and his fangs almost pain to drop so as to pierce her beautiful, fragile, skin.

"You're driving me crazy tonight. Did you know that?" He asked, pulling the charming witch towards him and murmuring the words against the shell of her ear. Simply because he could, he drew her in and kissed Antonia slowly, savoring the taste of her in that manner instead until he was able to get his true fix. Ollie bit his bottom lip afterwards, as if to control himself. Despite knowing that she'd urge him to do the opposite. Still, Olivier Benoit attempted to regain some resemblance of manners and not have Antonia in the streets. Ahead, akin to a beacon, the name of the art studio appeared under bright lights. After a distracting smack to her behind, Ollie lightly tugged on Toni's hand to finish the rest of the distance to the studio. "I meant to ask, have you ever done this before? Body painting on a full moon?" He asked curious while opening the door and following her inside once she entered. "Which no, our private sessions in my studio don't count." He specified.

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Olivier + Antonia @theartofruling

Location: Riverboat Casino, Poker Tables, the Divine Forest

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Oliver Benoit was no stranger to vivacious celebrations that stretched for hours. But, admittedly, a twenty-four hour joint bachelorette party had been a first for him. Still, the hybrid was enjoying himself. He and Toni flitted about from one location and activity on the riverboat to the next, the couple went about aimlessly, it seemed, to their hearts content. ...It was nice. Despite how wickedly distracting Antonia's bikini was since leaving the pool. The sarong she wore definitely aided in the aesthetically appeasing distraction as it continued to capture the hybrid's attention as Toni's hips swayed and her behind simply moved. It caused the sculptor's hands to wander and to hone in on that area of Antonia's flesh. Like a homing beacon, it called out to him. Much to his girlfriend's liking.

Somehow, the two found themselves headed towards a poker table. "Hey," He murmured, breath on the shell of her ear and her warm body at his side. "Wanna play?" Ollie asked her. The witch was observant and knew that Olivier wasn't a fan of losing money, himself. "We'd have to make it interesting though." He began. "What do you say? What do you want if you win? Or if you beat me?"

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River + Jackson + Antonia + Olivier @theartofruling

Location: Flashlight Tag Evening Event, Divine Forest

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"Now," River began, dark eyes scanning the faces opposite her as she stood pressed snug to Jackson's side with his hand sat warm on her backside. Like usual. "Before the carnage begins, are we choosing teams?" Not even milliseconds after asking, the Princess swore that she felt Jackson's amused reaction to the inquiry. "Or are we defaulting to couple versus couple?" She asked everyone. Unlike Ollie, River wasn't fashionably dressed for flashlight tag. After all, River Hartwell was a skilled faerie. Simple but effective illusions would be her first line of defense during the game. "Which, Ollie, aren't you dressed rather adorable. I mean, menacingly." She complimented, unable to not partially smile at him. "It seems no matter how old you get... it's hard to not see the little hybrid I met almost a century ago." River turned to Toni. "A part of me is curious on how you'll compete." The Princess paused. "Which, Ayanfe, what are the rules again?" She inquired, her face turning towards Jackson.

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"So, what's the plan?" He asked Toni in a low voice. The only other person that could've heard them, no matter the distance, was Jackson. But that was a risk that the hybrid had to take. The game of tag hadn't started yet. Still, it couldn't have hurt to have something planned. Besides, Olivier was genuinely excited. He wore all black. From cargo pants, black boots, to an unnecessary long sleeve, yet snug, black shirt. While flashlight tag was not something that the hybrid played at all, he knew that the four of them were all competitive in their own way. Hell, a good portion of Olivier competitiveness was fashioned by Jackson Gerard himself.

"I'm good with couple versus couple." Ollie replied with a shrug. "What about you?" He asked Jackson and Antonia before speaking to River again. "But if you want me and parrain to kick your ass..." He trailed off with a smirk. "I'm okay with that." Ollie's arm was thrown over Toni's shoulders, a decreased number of rings on his fingers than usual. Dark brown eyes rolled in their sockets at River's compliment, a corner of his mouth quirking in quiet amusement. "Me? Menacingly cute?" Ollie laughed. "Is that all you have for me?" It was moments like this growing up, with Jackson and River, that Olivier could almost imagine what having parents were like. "Do you hear her?" He asked Jackson with a shake of his head. "You're not going to help me?" The hybrid asked his godfather. "Shh," Olivier shushed. "This gorgeous witch? She's our secret weapon." He boasted with a smile. "Are we placing any bets? Normally, I like making more money than betting it. But I don't think we'll lose." Ollie sent Antonia a confident wink, the arm around her shoulders falling to hug at her waist and his hand sat atop the curve of Toni's behind. "What do you think?" He asked her.

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Antonia, There's only been a few times that I'm ever speechless. Add this to the count. I didn't know that the beautiful woman in the cheerleader costume I met a few years ago in Eastland at a Halloween party would still be here. With me. In my life. A present and constant force. But you are. I don't know what I did, which deity I finally made smile to have you here but I'm glad. I don't believe in many things. But in you, I do. And I won't ever stop. Yours, Olivier

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Antonia

Antonia's initial intent for asking to meet had fell away when he grabbed at the fabric of her dress. He knew that action never ceased to get her going. She nipped at his bottom lip when they parted for air. Her hands fisted his shirt. If the word was ending she might as well have a good ass time before the doom and gloom portion. Truth be told when he gripped her dress she forgot the reason for their talk. "Fuck, you know what that does to me. If we weren't on this balcony I would tell you to rip this fucking dress." As she kissed along his jawline and nipped at his earlobe. Her hands roaming over his arms, moving down over his shoulders. Down his chest even finding their way under his shirt to let her fingertips dance over the ridges of his abs.

Olivier

If Toni had an actual reason for bringing him outside, on the balcony, while the event continued underway, as they kissed deeply and he felt the warmth of her hand clutching at his dress shirt followed by Toni biting his lip... Olivier found it difficult to give a damn about what that reason could be and his blood began to journey south of his belt at the thought of having her on the balcony. Without a care or shame. A secret yet proud smile touched his lips when she hotly whispered just how much she enjoyed the feel of his hands on her. So he did it again, squeezed possessively at the flesh he felt beneath the fabric of her clothes that kept him from the feel of her bare skin against his, and brought her flush against him.

Ollie chuckled darkly when he felt the pads of her fingers on his skin. "He hadn't even noticed how she'd eased her way under his shirt. Not wanting to be outdone, Olivier's hands slid to cup her backside and lifted Toni off her feet, hoping she'd wrap her legs around his waist instead, as he moved them at half-hybrid speed to press her back against the wall, out of the path of the balcony doors. One of his hands glided from under her backside to run along the inside of her thighs before brushing the back of his knuckles against her growing arousal outside of her panties. His digits ran alongside her covered slit. "You don't fucking need these." Ollie growled. "I'll rip these first. 'Cause I'm nice." He lied, aware that she knew that niceties weren't his deal. "And this dress?" He hummed in appreciation. It really did look good on her. "I'll rip it too. And get you another dress. A better one. It's on me." He promised before kissing her deeply again and his fingers eased into her panties to feel her wetness, groaning into her mouth when he felt her slick arousal. The pads of his fingers retraced their previous path of moving against her slit. A hybrid of his word, moments after, the sound of fabric tearing joined them on the balcony as the flimsy material separating them was gone. "Fuck, you feel good."

Antonia's initial intent for asking to meet had fell away when he grabbed at the fabric of her dress. He knew that action never ceased to get her going. She nipped at his bottom lip when they parted for air. Her hands fisted his shirt. If the word was ending she might as well have a good ass time before the doom and gloom portion. Truth be told when he gripped her dress she forgot the reason for their talk. "Fuck, you know what that does to me. If we weren't on this balcony I would tell you to rip this fucking dress." As she kissed along his jawline and nipped at his earlobe. Her hands roaming over his arms, moving down over his shoulders. Down his chest even finding their way under his shirt to let her fingertips dance over the ridges of his abs.

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Olivier + Antonia @theartofruling​

Location: Divine Forest, Spooky River Ride

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“You’re not afraid to be all alone with me on a spooky river ride in the Divine Forest?” The inquiry was uttered near Toni’s ear as the pair sat comfortably in the docked boat that had yet to leave for their ride. “What if I...” Olivier already sat, his back leaning against the seat while his chest pressed against Toni’s side. He ignored, momentarily, the alluring smell of her. “I don’t know, give into my primal urges and bite you or something? You’re not afraid?” Olivier’s arm was wrapped across her shoulders and he sent the beautiful witch a smirk.

“You don’t have plans to hit me with your magic if I do, do you?”

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"It's a deal," Ollie agreed to his girlfriend's proposal with a nod. He watched as the two, Toni and their soon-to-be-named dog, grew to acquaint one another and the dog licked at Toni's hands and forearms. The hybrid was glad that he had the foresight to have the creature be familiar with Antonia's scent. If only to avoid any odd or weird introductions with the pair. He hoped that they'd be fast friends. "...Tyshawn?" Olivier repeated, unable to deny himself the chance to do so, while also quirking a curious brow in the witch's direction. "Luc?" He paused, head tilting slightly in thought. "Luc Benoit is..." Ollie trailed off, head lowering with a series of small nods. "His name already sounds like a Benoit." He mused, ignoring the agreeing murmurs of his family as they watched the scene unfold for Ollie and Toni's growing nuclear unit. "Lucas Antoine Benoit." The hybrid tacked on since the middle name was his responsibility as agreed earlier. "He knows you already. But most importantly, Luc loves you too." He told her with a faint, fond smile curling the corners of Olivier's mouth while he reached out to scratch their freshly named pup on the head. "Do you remember a few of your old favorite shirts that went missing?" He began as Luc shifted his head so Ollie scratched behind one of his ears instead. It made the minor lord smile. "Luc here had them. I couldn't introduce you and have him not know his mama's scent."

The flirtatious smirk on Olivier's face deepened. "Let's have a rain check on the time for tomorrow's wake up call." He bargained, meeting her gaze. "But he's on an early schedule so I'll be a gentleman and let you sleep in while I take him for his morning walk and breakfast." Lucas was a growing puppy, after all. "Unless you want to join us?" Ollie's face split into another grin at Toni's quick response back to his uncle. He laughed, unable to school his features from shooting a cheekily look to his relatives as his girlfriend continued. Antonia Ryback was direct and clever. He lightly squeezed at Toni's hip again in nonverbal response to her before he spoke. "Merci, Cherie." He rewarded her with another kiss. "For being the proper lady that you are. Did you want to see Luc's gifts? It's only a few essentials. I left all fashion choices for you." He asked as Ollie's chuckling uncle left the room, presumably to get the puppy's gifts.

Grandpere spoke up, his voice in a warm tone. "Lucas is a good name. A strong one." Grandmere's voice was heard next. "Lucas means the bringer of light. And Antoine? It means one of high praise and worth. Some translations say it means priceless." Both vampires quietly raised their drinks towards the trio and their progeny returned. "To Lucas Antoine! And his new parents." A tint of color touched Ollie's cheeks as his uncle walked in, arms full of wrapped presents. He looked back at Toni before confessing with a shrug. "I may have splurged on these essentials." Ollie's uncle shook his head and laughed aloud, his parents joining him in audible chuckles behind their drinks.

“How about I do the first name, you do the middle name and we already know the last name will be Benoit?” she asked. She wanted them to share in the moment of being able to name their new baby. “Let’s see if he likes any? Milo?” The puppy didn’t make a sound. “No, he doesn’t like that. “Tyshawn?” The puppy looked at her but no sound. Lucas? Luc? Luc Benoit?” He barked. It could have been because she said more than one word, but she was going to pretend it was because he liked the name. “So Lucas Benoit? You like that?” She asked the dog who looked at her with the most adorable eyes as if he were hanging onto her every word. “I love you already.” She looked at Ollie. “What about a middle name?” When he asked about the time they would go shopping, she thought for a moment. A smirk formed on her lips. “That depends on how late Luc’s daddy keeps me up tonight. Maybe late afternoon or evening shopping trip?” She grinned. “Luc is going to be the best dressed dog in the world.” 

A dash of cold water to the flirtatious moment came in the form of Olivier’s uncle. “A maniacal witch and foster families raised me, the former always said I should state what I want very confidently. Our new baby will be sleeping perfectly fine when Daddy does things that I won’t speak about in the presence of family because I’m a proper lady.” She grinned. “I could if he wanted me to say it, but I won’t. You all will probably hear it anyway.” 

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"Forever?" Ollie parroted in a low voice as a small smile curled the hybrid's mouth and a blush tinted the apples of his cheeks. "I like the sound of that, Cherie." He murmured, hold on her waist tightening briefly at the thought. It was one thing for the couple to jokingly talk about it. It was another for the topic to authentically come about. But he mused that it was perfect for them to discuss this during at Toni's sister's wedding reception. At least the couple had the good sense to not disrupt the festivities by shifting the focus onto themselves. Olivier and Antonia had couth, after all. The expression on Ollie's face melted to match the gentle look the witch in his arms sported as she continued to speak. "Why does it sound like you have a song in mind? With those couple of forevers." He asked Toni in a murmur while the pad of his thumb rubbed slow circles at her hip where his hand sat. The hybrid's head bowed with a nod. "Okay, then it's settled. It won't be today because we're not uncivilized to do this at your sister's reception." He began with a light laugh. "And it won't take decades either. You'll be my wife, Cherie." Olivier kissed her again. "Did you want to be Antonia Benoit or Liliana Benoit?" He asked, curious. Dark eyes blinked as a thought came to him. "You'll probably have more than one. But what kind of ring would you like? For your first one."

"Every Benoit that matters has already spoken to me about it. You'll be more than welcomed when you officially join the family. I don't know if you'll hate it. But I can promise that I'll do my best to help you love being a Benoit." He swore to Toni before smiling at her again after their next kiss. Ollie chuckled under his breath at her comment. "That is not the threat you think it is. Let's go say goodbye to your sister and go home." He paused, a thought crossing his mind. "Wait. ...You don't have to babysit your nieces, do you?"

A soft smile touched her lips. The music around them made a perfect back drop to their conversation. The notes melded together slowly and romantically. “Of course, I do. I want to be yours forever. I’ve got longevity and you life for quite a while, so I think we have longer than I could have imagined with anyone. Plenty of time for a couple of forevers.” It was rare for her to think in those terms with anyone, but the way Olivier melded with her. Their differences complimented each other and their similarities worked too. Spending forever learning and growing with him sounded like a dream. “No one has ever made me feel the way you make me feel. Ever. I want all of this with you,” she reaffirmed. 

She let out a breath hearing him say it. Mrs. Benoit. “Yes, more than anything.” She didn’t know when the thoughts started, but they were cemented now. Boutique jokes aside, she wanted to be his wife. “I hated being a Rhys and a Ryback. I’m ready to be a Benoit.” She already loved not just Olivier but his family. They had become her family too. She followed their kiss with another. “You keep calling me Antonia Benoit and we’re going to have to leave early and practice for our future honeymoon.” 

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Toni

Toni giggled. “I absolutely do not care. When my man is near, all fucks go out the window, as do all care for anyone else but you.” All professionalism and considerations for locations goes out the window, and that was on a normal day. When it was a full moon, it was fuck everything and every one, all she wanted and needed was him. She couldn’t fight her smile when he mentioned her artistic abilities with singing and magic. “Our home is more science than art. Color theory. But the other decorating bits, you’re right it is art. I just try to mix our personalities into decorations.” Her smile grew when he told her she was a work of art. “Your work of art,” she corrected. “Agreeing to that date was the best thing I have ever done.” She snorted. “Well, I’m just imagining the visual. Plus, you do something to me with these hands.” She lifted his hands, kissing his fingers. Very rudely in front of the front desk attendant, she sucked one of his fingers into her mouth. “Me? Oh baby, you breathtaking and when I get you in that room…” she trailed off, knowing she had already lost herself enough. 

She chuckled lightly as he silently urged her forward. When his hands were finally on her she practically melted. Despite herself, she moaned noticing the drop of his fangs. One of her hands roamed under his shirt. Their bodies pressed together made her want to whimper at how good he felt against her, so ready for her already. “I think I’m more down bad now than I was when I said it.” Her heart was racing, center throbbing all with anticipation. Toni’s brow rose when he kissed her wrist. “Now you know, Olivier Benoit…” she said with warning in her tone, knowing he was playing with her. “Stop fighting it, baby.” She leaned forward, kissing him deeply. “If you don’t rip these fucking close off of me!”  She nuzzled her nose against his before chasing the action with another kiss. “Please, baby. Taste me, touch me. Feed from me and fuck me please! Now. Fuck the paint just make me scream. I need you.” 

Ollie

"I love it when you call it that," Ollie murmured, dark eyes watching Toni as she looked up at him. "Our home." Some part of him felt as if he could drown in the dark, enchanting pools that were Antonia's eyes. Big, beautiful and definitely gleaming with wicked intent as she stated her want for Olivier to have his way with her. She knew, more than most, just how intense the hybrid got during the full moon. How he craved her. Everything about Antonia. Olivier wanted the very essence that was her close to him as possible. For as long as he could. And he loved that she indulged him. That she loved just how much he wanted her and that his intensity didn't scare her. The mirrored smile on his lips fell when Toni kissed his fingers. Only to take one them into her warm mouth, moments later. He knew that she saw how he clenched his jaw, how she caused his eyes to close as he held tightly to the thin string of sanity Olivier had left. "Antonia," He warned, nostrils flaring and his hand squeezing her ass. Ollie's other hand tightly gripped her hip.

It was intoxicating to Olivier - knowing that they caused had the same affect on each other. He'd pressed the witch against the nearest wall and her hands ran hungrily beneath his shirt. A huff of a noise escaped Ollie in nonverbal reply to Toni's comment about how he'd affected her more than she'd said. At the warning in her voice, Olivier smirked. The expression quickly kissed away along with the hybrid removing his shirt within the blink of an eye before returning back to promptly kiss Antonia breathless as he made quick work of her clothes. At the permission, Toni's verbal release, the tension in Olivier changed. Now granted the ability to touch, feel, and taste her as he pleased. The smirk on his face returned along with a dark glint in Ollie's gaze before he did as instructed. The tearing of Toni's clothes from her incredibly gorgeous body was heard as he wrapped one of her long legs over his own hip and buried his face in the crook of her neck. Mouth watering and fangs drawn, Ollie licked at the vein there, calling out to him before sinking those same canine teeth into the flesh. He groaned against her flesh there.

The hybrid hadn't even removed his own pants. But instead lowered them, the fabric pooled at his feet, along with his underwear while he slipped his erect member inside her. With the witch's blatant flirting and actions from earlier, there was no need for a preamble. Olivier knew she was ready. He groaned again, louder as he paused in his feeding, and a palm pressed against the wall holding Toni up. "Half or full?" He husked at her ear, hips meeting hers as he pumped into her. Olivier meant his speed. Despite already being aware of Antonia's answer. Crimson on his lips and the taste of her on his tongue, feeling as she clenched around him. "Fuck, Cherie," He murmured hotly, breath washing over her neck. The pet name slipped out. It was something new that he'd been entertaining. Unaware that he'd even shared it aloud. "You're driving me crazy," He repeated from earlier. "Sucking my finger. Not giving a fuck who sees us. Hears you." Ollie positioned her leg again, slightly above his hip as he kept thrusting.

Toni giggled. “I absolutely do not care. When my man is near, all fucks go out the window, as do all care for anyone else but you.” All professionalism and considerations for locations goes out the window, and that was on a normal day. When it was a full moon, it was fuck everything and every one, all she wanted and needed was him. She couldn’t fight her smile when he mentioned her artistic abilities with singing and magic. “Our home is more science than art. Color theory. But the other decorating bits, you’re right it is art. I just try to mix our personalities into decorations.” Her smile grew when he told her she was a work of art. “Your work of art,” she corrected. “Agreeing to that date was the best thing I have ever done.” She snorted. “Well, I’m just imagining the visual. Plus, you do something to me with these hands.” She lifted his hands, kissing his fingers. Very rudely in front of the front desk attendant, she sucked one of his fingers into her mouth. “Me? Oh baby, you breathtaking and when I get you in that room…” she trailed off, knowing she had already lost herself enough. 

She chuckled lightly as he silently urged her forward. When his hands were finally on her she practically melted. Despite herself, she moaned noticing the drop of his fangs. One of her hands roamed under his shirt. Their bodies pressed together made her want to whimper at how good he felt against her, so ready for her already. “I think I’m more down bad now than I was when I said it.” Her heart was racing, center throbbing all with anticipation. Toni’s brow rose when he kissed her wrist. “Now you know, Olivier Benoit…” she said with warning in her tone, knowing he was playing with her. “Stop fighting it, baby.” She leaned forward, kissing him deeply. “If you don’t rip these fucking close off of me!”  She nuzzled her nose against his before chasing the action with another kiss. “Please, baby. Taste me, touch me. Feed from me and fuck me please! Now. Fuck the paint just make me scream. I need you.” 

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The hybrid's top canine teeth ached in response to her moaning and his mouth watered at the enchanting thought of feeding from her while giving her exactly what she wanted from him. Quietly but notably, Olivier's grasp on Antonia tightened. Breathing deeply, he forced himself to focus on not disappearing with the irresistible witch to the next private room he saw to devour her. "You don't care, we both know." He confirmed for Toni. She was excited, in more ways than one. Especially during the full moon. With the last of his sanity, Ollie laughed under his breath. "Outside of singing?" He asked her. "And being magically genius?" The hybrid retorted because both areas still counted and took a level of talent and artistry that not everyone had. "What about home? Interior decorating is an art. Waking up, every day, as beautiful as you. You're literally a work of art. Hell, you even made me like Eastland." He listed off, meaning the realm where they had their first date. Ollie shook his head at the mental image she shared. "Only you would find me doing manual labor sexy." He muttered as if they both didn't know that he loved working with his hands. So some forms of manual activities were not above even Olivier Benoit. He kissed her back in kind as they waited. "The most gorgeous canvas here." He murmured against her lips.

A low growl left him in response to Toni's comment as she led them to their private room. He pressed a firm hand to the small of her back, urging her forward, in wordless demand to speed up. Lest he hybrid speed them there instead. Ollie growled again, his hands grasping greedily at her hips, while she nuzzled their noses together. Toni's scent filled his nostrils and his mouth watered again before his fangs dropped. Still using her hips to press her against his front, aware that she could feel his body's reaction to her, Ollie's other hand took hold of one of Toni's. He raised the limb and rotated it, her wrist facing him, and pressed a kiss to the soft, familiar skin of her wrist. "You want to be?" His warm breath washed over her flesh, her wrist still held near their faces. "How down bad and needy do you want to get? 'Cause I'm fighting myself to let you leave here wearing something decent. Even if it's only my shirt..."

He began to confess before continuing. "I need to feel you, and hear you, and taste you at the same time. To feed from you and be inside you and feel you gripping me. You're driving me crazy."

Toni knew she wasn’t exactly helping things as the prospect that he could hear and smell her need for him caused her to moan at just how much she wanted him to have her. “And I want you to have every bit of me. As soon as we’re somewhere behind a closed door. Private or not at this rate, I don’t even know if I care.”  Being with Olivier any given day was already ready maddening with just how attracted to him she was, but the full moon often gave and added layer of throwing caution to the wind when he was so hungry with need for her. 

“Name one artistic thing I have done.” When he said he wasn’t bad with a paint brush, she smirked. “Does this mean, we can paint my office? I’m picturing you in overalls, no shirt of course, paint splattered on different parts of you.” She shook her head, realizing how distracted she was becoming. Antonia bit her lip. “Tonight you have a very beautiful canvas to work on.” She leaned back to kiss him as they waited for instructions on which room was available. Sure it might have been rude to split attention that way, but she didn’t have a single care for what was rude or impolite in that moment. At least she was giving them half her attention before she led them back to their assigned room. “Oh once this door is closed, I don’t want you resisting me in the slightest.” When they walked over the threshold, the room filled with sheets they could spread for the floor, paint, brushed and anything they could need to become each other’s canvas. Toni turned in his arms to face him and simultaneously shut the door behind them. “Now that it’s just the two of us,” she nuzzled her nose against his, “I can be as down bad and needy as I want to be.” 

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Olivier's head bowed at Antonia's greeting, a smile on his lips and a laugh left him as she slipped her hand into his. Her response, was not, in fact proper etiquette. But it was adorably funny in only a way that looked endearing on his girlfriend. So, the hybrid noble left his critique lie. "You did?" He asked, eyes honing in on a good spot for them on the dance floor. Moments before she pressed herself against him. Olivier blinked, dark eyes narrowing in quiet thought at her words. "Do you really want that? With me?" The question was uttered lowly but he knew the dark witch heard him clearly. Despite the fact that the couple were living together, had merged every aspect of their lives, it seemed, and unbeknownst to Antonia, a mutual partnership of an animal lied just ahead in their future; hearing his girlfriend say those exact words to him was new. But not daunting. There wasn't a part of his existence that Olivier didn't want to share with her.

"I know that we've joked around about it. And some of your favorite boutiques called you, Mrs. Benoit. But do you want to be my wife?" He asked the witch as if he hadn't been quietly moving his life around to comfortably accommodate her. To the effect that even Olivier's family noticed. "Antonia Benoit's got a great ring to it." He murmured, unable to deny her a kiss.

After Toni played with the girls, dancing, and singing, she handed them off to Alden’s mom. She sauntered back over the Ollie, seeing that he had come out of his jacket. She bit her lip as she took his hand in hers. Her other hand instinctively roamed up his arm. “My man,” she greeted. “My feet are never too tired for a dance with you.” A soft grin touched her features. “You know, I have wanted to dance with you for a while. Get swept up in these arms.” She closed the distance until her body was flush against his. Her lips brushed his lips as she said, “Not to be cliche, but this made me think about how much I want this one day. With you.” She shook her head and chuckled. “I never thought I would want it, to be someone’s wife. But then you came along and I think about it.” 

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Eloise Benoit let out a hearty laugh, blonde tresses kissing her the tops of her shoulder blades as she tossed her head back to emit the noise. "Sweetheart, we must do that." She agreed, a warm smile on her face and her gaze landing squarely on Toni's face. While an important part of the vampire's job, during her grandson's stealth gift giving, was to keep the young witch distracted, Eloise enjoyed Toni's company and found it easy to partake in learning the dances from her. At the mention of Jackie, the mother to Eastland's Alpha, Eloise laughed again. As the women were friends and would enjoy going out with both Toni and Robin. Once her granddaughter, Robin, was cleared after delivering her great-granddaughter. At the thought of becoming such a title, and ignoring the look her husband, Jean-Olivier, sent her at the subtle change in her heartbeat, Eloise decided that she needed a drink. Perfect timing, as she chuckled under breath, and watched as the puppy made its approach to Toni.

A look that the hybrid hadn't worn in years, donned Olivier's face at his girlfriend's question, as she held their new puppy. It was adorably warm and damned near bashful. "I did," Ollie replied with a short nod and his hands moving to sit at Antonia's waist. "No, that honor is yours. Naming him." The pad of one of his thumbs rubbed at the fabric against Toni's hip. "Even if the name is obnoxious or ridiculous. If you think it fits, it's his." He clarified, ignoring the soft 'aw' his witnessing family let out in response. "So, do you have any names in mind?" The hybrid returned the kisses Toni offered him instead. He laughed when the dog barked, responding to his mama as trained and expected. "What time are we going to the shops tomorrow?" He asked, not even surprised that Antonia's first order of business as a dog mom was shopping for said fur child. It was a habit of hers that he, and his wallet, healthily encouraged. "We'll have to get him some shoes too. Maybe even boots. Don't want him be cold during the entire trip."

At the series of kisses, Ollie returned them back, face breaking more into a grin with each one. A flirtatious smirk tugged at a corner of his lips, in non-verbal reaction to Toni's comment, before a voice spoke up. "I can't believe that you two just got the puppy and already planning to ruin it's first night of sleep. Who raised you? Wolves?" Ollie's uncle stated, causing both his parents to choke in laughter on their respective drinks.

Family holiday events weren’t things she was accustomed to in her life unless you counted being at Vada and Alden’s. She never had a significant other to share these family gatherings with until she met Olivier. Now she was teaching grandmere some new moves for the club. “Grandmere, you will be the baddest bitch in the club. I’m telling you! Girls night out! You, me, Robin and Jackie? We’d be showing out!” Antonia knew that she would cut up when the mother to Eastland’s Alpha was present too.” 

The pair laughed and it felt so good to have some normalcy in life. She was aware that Olivier was off somewhere with his uncle, missing him already. Just as she had the thought she felt something bump the back of her ankle. She turned to see the cutest black and brown puppy looking up at her. “Baby, you got us a baby?” She knelt down to pet the puppy before picking the pup up. “Hi, cutie.” She cradled the dog in her arms, hugging the animal to her before stroking his fur. “Is there  a name yet?” She walked over to Ollie, leaning into him, kissing him lightly. “We’re going to absolutely adore this little one. I have to buy clothes! You want to go shopping with mama?” The dog barked and Toni grinned. “Yes? Okay, we can go shopping tomorrow. We’ll figure out what you like!” She leaned in to place several kisses on Ollie’s lips. “I love you. Thank you.” She whispered, “When we put our new baby to sleep, I have to thank you.” 

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Olivier's nostrils flared, his bottom lip still tucked under his teeth when Toni responded. "I know," He murmured, having released the tight hold of his own flesh. "I can hear it." Dark brown eyes hungrily traced Toni's neck and collarbone as the sound of her increasing heartbeat serenaded his ears. "And I can smell you. All of you." Olivier specified, meaning her growing arousal, as the palm of his hands grew greedy with the need to return to Toni's curves. The witch's moans, her soft sighs that Antonia made right at the end of them, seconds before she inhaled and sought to wrangle her own self in. Aided in the soundtrack of sensory overload that Olivier experienced during the full moon while every part of him wanted Antonia. In every way.

A look of disbelief crossed Olivier's features when Toni said she wasn't that artistic. "Yes, you are." He responded, clearly disagreeing with her. "I'm not a painting protege. But I'm not bad with a paintbrush." Ollie paused before continuing, unable to deny himself. "And we already know how talented I am with my hands. Which will definitely come in handy tonight." The hybrid smirked and his hands damn neared cheered when she wrapped his arms around her. Ollie pressed against, holding her from behind as they waited. "Private room. They have infused drinks and they might help but... I don't know how long I can resist you." He answered, nose nuzzling her. The hybrid ate earlier that day. Several times. However, the pull of the full moon, render his previous feedings ineffective. Sometimes, it made Olivier feel as though he hadn't ate at all. "I'd rather we ask for forgiveness than permission." While, oddly enough, Olivier wanted to not cause unnecessary bullshit or trouble in public during their visit for the heir naming ceremony. He was here representing his little sister, somehow, in a weird-quasi way. He didn't want to make Robin look bad.

Antonia had grown to enjoy the full moons. Not only did they make her feel more powerful, they used to be when her father pushed her most. Now? Now she was safe. More than that, she was loved, and it also meant an intensely good time for her and Olivier. She could always tell when he needed to feed. His kisses grew more intense, hungry. There was a need to them, distinct from other kisses they shared. They made the steady beating of her heart race in anticipation for when he could sink his teeth into her. 

“Me? You’re the one that has my heart racing and other parts of me throbbing.” She reveled in the soft press of his lips to hers. The kiss was like stoking flames not yet ready for a raging fire but the need to keep the embers hot. She moaned into the kiss, letting out a surprised squeal when he smacked her ass. Yeah, he was definitely keeping something hot alright. She battled with whether she should lean in for another kiss, but she refrained. If he was showing restraint she would too. “I’m not that artistic, so if it wasn’t our private sessions, then I can’t say I have. Toni wrapped his arms around her as they entered. “Are we joining group instruction or do you want a private room?”