A soft, long sigh of deep longing caused her Vessel's chest to deflate as every ounce of air was swept away. Those dark eyes fluttered shut while her pink tongue ran over her dark lips. Sweet tortures howled from the void in a way only Echo's savior could hear and feel. The poor thing that got Echo's attentions, if she remain unaware, would find it nearly so... invigorating as Selene did. Goddess, the terrors Echo fed Selene were those she'd always dreamed of between Events -- the "what could have been" if sweet Tatjana's soul hadn't convinced Selene to stay her hand on the First Night. It was as sinfully delicious as the little whispers Vivian had given the goddess while nibbling on her ear atop an altar.
When Echo tried pronouncing Selene's name (or the modern transliteration of it) the pale woman suddenly and consciously became aware of their little language barrier. Terribly embarrassing Here she was speaking in English while the lovely woman in her arms was speaking the Old Tongue.
Then the creature arched her body upward, her head lifted to bring those soft lips so close. Tatjana's own lips parted a bit as if an open invitation for Echo to make herself comfortable. Mentally the goddess moaned, her eyelids drooping over her fake, black eyes. The way this woman could tease with the sultry and silken tone of her voice alone... whatever crime this Human committed it had to be carnal in nature. With such beauty and talent like that how could it not?
Then again, much had been carnal in nature back then. One of the Old Ways Selene was doing her best to bring back. 'Make Love, not War' indeed.
Her right hand rose to caress and cradle Echo's left cheek as their foreheads rested against one another. As the silent moan shook the Goddess within her own Vessel, Tatjana's tongue slowly lapped at the air between them. After a single tease the powerful muscle slipped between her rose petal lips once more as if suddenly aware it might be 'inappropriate' given the circumstances. How the horrors electrified every bit of Selene-Tatjana's essence and drove them into the arms of mindless hedonism for comfort; how they desired to comfort and warm Echo in the practiced arts of the Ancient World.
Echo rested her head on Tatjana's shoulder then, with one hand wrapped about her neck. A smile spread over her lips as her gaze looked out at the mortals standing all around them transfixed. The hunger built to such a degree that the contact lenses that gave her an iris and pupil in each eye were slowly unraveled at the atomic level leaving only the solid, milky white orbs. Her leather-bound breasts heaved against the other woman's body as her attraction toward the criminal built. Selene did so love the idea of this pretty thing being a criminal... that had also been part of Bronx's charm in New York.
It was that sweet voice that drew Selene back from the ravenous hunger-filled dream of sucking the life out of every mortal standing there watching. Then, with their lifeless carcasses on the ground, Selene could claim precious Echo as her own.
A quick blink and the dream fell to the side. Tartarus and whatever curse was on Echo certainly had a way of playing with Selene's darker impulses. The goddess quietly slipped a contact lens case out, popped it open, and used her telekinesis to discretely return a spare set of contacts to her eyes while Echo's head was upon her shoulder still.
"Σσσς, ποτέ δεν πρέπει να φοβάται και ποτέ συγγνώμη. Είστε πάρα πολύ όμορφο για αυτό," Selene replied gently as she bent her head down so her lips could brush against Echo's ear as she spoke. Shh, never be afraid and never apologize. You are far too beautiful for that. If Echo was new to the world they she needed to be acquainted with the goddess' personal creed on how to behave in the world. A woman should be strong and attractive. No, not the 'Lady' image the Humans liked to toss about; just the female version of the successful male they'd enjoyed for centuries on end.
The goddess had remembered the Old Tongue, though Tatjana's light Russian-American accent may have added something to the way it sounded. "Θα σας πάω κάπου ζεστά. Και ιδιωτικών." I will take you somewhere warm. And private, Tatjana promised with a smile as she pulled her head back. Her fingertips slid down to touch the underside of the pretty thing's chin to ensure their eyes could meet in that moment.
Carefully, the pale woman wrapped her arms about the escapee before she shifted her legs beneath them in order to get to her feet. A little telekinesis helped keep them both balanced and avoid any teetering or slippage on the wet asphalt.
Once they were up, Tatjana moved toward the side walk down the street a ways were a coffee shop and bakery sat with its lights still on. Not the most lavish of places, but it was close and would provide them enough space from the onlookers. Speaking of which, the pale woman didn't bother answering any questions as they passed through their thin ranks; nor did she suffer anyone slow to move out of the way as an invisible hand helped them aside.
"Ποιο είναι το όνομά σου, εραστής?" What's your name, Lover, Selene asked as she carried the precious thing inside to get warm.
The person behind the counter was both surprised and confused to see Tatjana enter with what could be a naked woman in a coat. "Is she alright?" The middle-aged man asked, wondering if Echo had been involved in an accident or attacked on the street.
"She's..." Selene recognized the strangeness of her statements earlier and contemplated the correct answer, "healthy. Please make her some tea and coffee." Someone like Echo might not know what to think about modern coffee. Tea might be more familiar even if it didn't taste quite the same either. "πεινασμένος?" Hungry? she asked Echo while carefully lowered her down onto a padded booth bench.
