Emails..((Attn Scott))
She had paced the floor of her small, crowded apartment. Back and forth, back and forth. Over and over. She could have picked up her phone, called him, but what would she say? Email was impersonal. Not entirely impersonal, she guessed. But she didn't have to hear his voice when he said that she was crazy. She wasn't positive that she wasn't losing her mind.
She sat down on her bed, choosing her macbook, because her bed was safe. And she wanted to be safe for this. She knew his personal email address, had it saved. Why was it saved? She started to write, once, twice, then a third time. Erasing everything that she had written. She stood up and paced some more and then sat back down and decided simple was probably better.
Scott,
You've been in my thoughts lately and I miss you. I hope that you are doing well. Things are going well here, I suppose. My career isn't as glamorous as I thought it would be, and well. I had a lot of experience being alone, before college but... I guess that until you know what loneliness actually is, it's hard to miss what you never had.
There are so many things that I want to say. Like I'm sorry. I should never have left you. I know we fought, at least I think we did. My memory is so fuzzy about you.
I know I love you. And I'm sorry it took me six months to realize this. Nachton isn't that far from DC and maybe, if you want me to, I could visit?
Miya.
*swat*
"I swear to you on my life that I have never 'forced' you to... be attracted to me. Did I want to? Heavens yes. But all that you have felt for me, has been real."
*swat*
This was the closest she had ever come to 'resisting' him - and he was surprised to feel how much it turned him on.
His face grew serious when she asked him if he wanted to feed on her. His gentle smile faded, his heart raced.
Slowly... he nodded. Honestly.
"The bite itself is painful - for a moment. Then the numbness quickly sets in to mask the pain, and then - euphoria. Some humans actually become every bit as addicted to it as the Vampire does to their blood. It really depends on the two people involved. If you were trying to resist, for example - the entire process would be quite painful. If, however, you... loved... the vamp who feeds on you, for example, then likely you'll only feel a slight pinch, and the rest would be bliss."
*swat*
"To feed, a bite is made usually on the neck, here," he said, gently placing a finger on her neck, against her jugular vein. "Or, on the inner thigh, along the femoral artery," he said, sliding his hand down to her inner thigh, gently pressing against a spot only inches from the apex of her thighs.
"Either of those locations assures a strong flow of blood. Some will feed at the wrist, as well. It varies from vampire to vampire, based on personal preference."
"Yes, well... for obvious reasons, that method is extremely... rare," he said with a half-smile, taking a breath to calm his boiling blood.
He looked up at her quietly. "Maybe I should give you some time to... consider it? I don't want you to feel pressured or manipulated, though I do confess - I would very *much* love to... taste you."
He blinked, surprised that he had been that forward. Was he being truthful? Indeed he was. But, he shouldn't pressure her. How long had it been, since he had tasted the sweet thickness of human blood?
Without really knowing what he was doing, he licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry, his eyes looking down at her, roaming over her neck.
At her request to bite, suck, and fuck her, he caught his breath as he felt a sudden throb in the crotch of his pants.
Again, he nodded slowly in response to her request.
Things like 'concern' and 'worry' started to fade quickly, replaced by thoughts of how he would take and possess her body. He still loved her, of course - but his lust was quickly rising, while all other inhibitions were quickly fading into nothingness.
Her hand caressed the side of his shaft and balls through his jeans, and that alone sent a surge through his lower body that awoke him fully. She dragged her nails across the same spot, forcing him to involuntarily arch his back.
"Kill you?" he asked, his voice a whisper, which was all he was able to manage. "Never."
He swallowed hard, kissing her deeply once again. When they both took a breath, he whispered to her.
"Prepare me, my love?"
He was curious if she remembered any of her training.
Just as he remembered.
His eyes fluttered closed, suddenly heavy with desire. After a few moments he opened them again and looked down, to find her staring up at him as her mouth worked over his tip, so soft and gentle he could have almost screamed.
How would he take her? There were so many ways. So many things they had tried and experimented with, and now that they were together again, the memories came flooding back... as did the desire to repeat it all with her.
He sighed and moaned softly as she slid her mouth further down. Overtime she had learned the exact spots to touch, to stroke, just how to do it to make him squirm the most. It almost felt... unfair, the effect she had upon him. But he knew he wouldn't have traded it for anything in the world.
Scott's eyes lingered down the length of her body. Her curves were exactly as he had remembered them, every inch, and he couldn't wait to touch them all once again.
He let her do her thing for a little while - she loved this part, and he let her enjoy it. But he could only take so much.
"Miya... come here, come up here and sit with me," he said, running his hands lightly through her auburn locks. "On my lap."
Scott's mind reeled from the sensation of her body once again wrapped around him tightly like a velvet glove.
How he had missed her!
He whispered her name, so softly, like a prayer. As she continued to move, he said her name many more times, each time reverent, as if worshiping her name.
His fingers parted, letting her nipples slide between them - then as she thrust him into her again, he closed his fingers and tensed, gently pinching her hardened buds.
Scott rose upward, straightening his back so that her breasts caressed his chest with each roll of her curvy hips. He looked into her eyes, hoping, praying, that she was close, because he could feel himself being worked quickly toward his own end.
The curve of her spine, the way her hips rolled over him as she straddled his hips, her loose hair, the gentleness of her hands on him, her near-glowing eyes... so beautiful. She was simply the most enchanting creature he had ever seen.
"Miya..." he groaned softly.
She knew what it meant when he whispered her name in that tone of urgency. He was close. He liked to orgasm right after she had, as if hers had indeed set him off. She stopped the mental distancing that she had been doing, thinking herself away from the orgasm that had been threatening for the last several moments. Her head fell forward, leaning her forehead against his shoulder as her body began to spasm. She loved the feel of an orgasm, as it claimed her body, rocked it like an earthquake and forced her body to do it's bidding. The endorphins were better than any drug she'd ever heard described. A soft whisper of her breath into his ear, "Yours."
Her breathing quickened, and he could hear her soft moans, the warning signs that she was rapidly closing in on him. Her hips swayed as they moved faster, sliding onto him from slightly different angles. Her next moan was louder.
"Yours..." she whispered into his ear, as his hands slid reluctantly down from her breasts to rest on her hips. His arms tensed, and he suddenly took charge, rocking her hips forcefully back and forth - faster... harder...
Her back suddenly arched as her head snapped up and back, unruly hair whipping down her back, her body hurtling over the edge of pleasure, and into a sea of ecstasy.
Just as it hit her, at the precise moment the anticipation turned into overpowering pleasure - he sank his teeth into her.
He had chosen his spot carefully, near the base of her neck, not far above the collar bone. He did it as gently as he could, picking a time in which she might not even register the puncture. His teeth penetrated her gentle skin with ease, and a soft groan of delight escaped his throat as the first drops of her blood passed his lips.
Delicious. She was simply... delicious.
She found that she honestly, really didn't care. She nuzzled him sleepily, her body finally finishing it's dance around him. She was tired all of a sudden, tired and sleepy. She wasn't surprised when she peeked over at her clock. How had it reached almost seven am?
"Mhrhmmm." She groaned, supported only by his arms, "Promise me that you will continue to do that because it was amazing. Can I be your..." She tried to think of the term that some of the books used, "Willing thrall?" She grinned a bit, "Because I want to experience that over and over and over again. With you, only with you."
It was about that time that he lost his own control. Hearing her pleasure, seeing it, her lithe body pleasuring him so thoroughly - it was simply too much. Quickly, he withdrew his fangs, licked the wound quickly to help it heal quicker - just in time to throw his head back and with a long, loud groan, empty himself inside her.
Somehow she remained upright on him, all through her bliss as his own hips pressed upward, repeatedly, lifting her off the bed several inches with each rapid thrust.
He growled her name all through his orgasm - but she didn't hear it. Throbbing spasm after throbbing spasm passed, and soon, he began to relax, spent.
"My what?" he asked with a breathy smile, "My willing thrall?" he giggled a bit. "No, but... there is something similar. You could become my familiar, if that's something you'd like to consider."
He eased her off of him, gently down onto her back. He followed her, holding himself about her on both outstretched arms, looking down at her with love in his eyes.
"I have never fed on another student, no, silly. I've never... done this... with another student," he chuckled.
"How do I feed? Well, in the past, I've hunted and trapped animals, bought livestock, that sort of thing. Nowadays... I can hit up various pet-stores for what I need. I only need to do it a few times a month."
"In the beginning, it was much harder to control... the thirst. But as we get older, we can last much longer between feedings. We don't HAVE to feed on humans, but... human blood is very... appealing to most vampires."
He paused for a moment, thinking. "I didn't feed on you because I didn't have to, and I didn't want to. Some of our kind think of it as just having a meal, like you're nothing more than a side of beef. To me, and others like me, feeding like that is very... personal. A rarity."
He leaned over, kissing the tip of her breast, as it pointed to the ceiling right in front of his face, as if inviting his lips.
"No, I am not sad at all about sharing it with you - as long as I did not hurt you, or make you uncomfortable..."
He smiled at her, and caressed her cheek gently.
"As for talking about Familiars... that's a long discussion, and I can see that you are very tired," he smiled. "The loss of the blood I took, which was a fairly small amount, still might make you a bit drowsy. Lie back and rest, Miya... we'll talk more about it later. I promise."
"Promise," he whispered, leaning forward to brush his lips gently against hers.
Scott rested beside her until she was asleep. He worried, perhaps he had taken too much blood, and glanced closely at the bite. It had already begun to heal. By the time she woke, it would likely appear as nothing more than a small bruise.
Did he do the right thing? She took it remarkably well, but she was tired. In shock, perhaps? He'd surely find out later.
For now, he laid next to her, staring at her deep breathing, how it raised her chest, the curve of her nose, the roundness of her lips and chin. He felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from him.
She hadn't run.
But the day was young.
(Scott out)
(Miya out <3)