Cassidy Jacob Clark (myunwantedlife) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-08-15 20:57:00 |
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Who: Cassidy and Sioux
Where: Sioux's trailer
When: Late evening
What: Cassidy and Sioux get better acquainted with one another
Rating: Medium/High (for sex and vampiric feeding)
Status: Complete
She knew lingerie was sort of a stupid formality to a girl who worked in the burlesque tent; every member of the carnival, plus thousands of complete strangers, had seen Sioux in pasties and a g-string on many a night, gyrating around to her lush industrial music. So somehow she was even cuter now, dressed in soft black cotton boyshort panties that showed off long, muscled legs and her firm behind, the tattoo of a black dragon winding up one thigh, and a thin black camisole, no bra beneath, her swan's throat bare. She was scrubbed clean of makeup but hadn't used soap in the shower, just hot water to get herself clean; she wanted him to smell her own skin, her essence, instead of the faux perfumes in her body wash and shampoo. The room was lit only with a small handful of tea light candles and she knew that he could see perfectly in the dark as she emerged from the bathroom, still slightly damp from the warm water, her hair in her eyes as she walked over towards him.
Cassidy had made himself as comfortable as possible in the trailer Sioux shared with Rayna, bare footed and hair a lot more relaxed than its usual faux hawk style that he managed to hold in place with a hell of a lot of hairspray and gel.
He was perched on the edge of a small couch and his fingertips were resting against the material, long legs stretched out in front of him. His eyes adjusted to the lighting or lack thereof in the trailer and it was as Sioux emerged that he allowed his gaze to rake over her, from head to foot.
She looked... well, if he had breath to take then she would have taken it.
There was an odd glow to the eyes that regarded her in the dark before he leaned forward, hand extended.
It wasn't their first sleepover but for some reason it felt more poignant now that they'd had their night out, their unofficial date, and Sioux was a little frightened at the intensity of her feelings for Cassidy. What had begun as a crush, as a simple ''ooh, cute new boy" had turned into something entirely different, and she really adored him. It was different than how she'd felt with Gar, because while that had been affection and good sex, the two hadn't been even close to the same wavelength and their fights had been legendary among the carnies. This was... this was different. She moved close enough that he could reach her, and slowly her hand, the nails tipped in silver glitter, caught his, moved it to rest on her hipbone. The edge of another tattoo peeked above the waistband of those panties. "Hi," she murmured, just to be facetious.
Cassidy smiled, slow and easy. "C'mere," he muttered as he curled his hand and pulled her towards him, shifting to better fit her against him. His nose ran along the curve of her neck, simply inhaling and filling his senses with the smell of her skin.
His arms encircled her waist and it didn't take much for Cassidy to lift himself to his feet, drawing Sioux with him. So much so her feet were no longer touching the floor.
When he'd been turned, Cassidy had sworn off... relationships and women in general, but there was something about Sioux he couldn't and didn't want to deny. Previously he couldn't do anything, but now she was single and he wasn't going to have his intestines rearranged by one very angry fallen Angel, Cassidy could finally act.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, grinning. Alright, so it was nice; she had a thing for guys strong enough to quite literally sweep her off her feet. But he was so many other things... kind and sweet and funny and the two of them got along famously, and if they both had tempers, they were good about keeping them on wraps with each other. Even if Sioux did want to bash some grabby-handed-guy's heads once in awhile in the tent. She wrapped her arms around his neck for balance, laughing softly. "Where're you taking me?"
Cassidy chuckled as he weaved his way through the trailer in the direction of the bed, letting his arms tighten as he kept her tucked close and held safely in his grip. "To bed of course," Cassidy remarked with a smirk that would have been felt against skin.
He laid her onto the bed and untangled himself, but only so he could strip his shirt. Ironically for a body modification artist, Cassidy had more tattoos than he did piercings, upper arms and collarbone alike.
With shirt removed he slid into bed beside her, catching the back of her neck with one hand as he leaned down and kissed her. His thumb eventually came to rest against her jaw just before he leaned back and smiled.
"You're gorgeous, you know that?" He curled an arm around her waist and allowed his fingertips to trace the small of her back as he propped himself up on one arm.
Her fingers ran across his skin, tracing those tattoos, the story of his life. Arkady had them too; at first she hadn't understood how vampires could get tattoos since they were technically scars, wounds that should've healed up, but she knew that Arkady's had been done with a silver needle. He explained that in time they would fade away, his body would break down the inks and absorb them, but so far they had lasted for over ten years according to the ringmaster. She lay there supine, basking in his attention, her soft skin bending to his will. "You're not so bad yourself, Clark," she purred playfully up at him, but her eyes were sincere enough to break the joke.
Cassidy let out a rough chuckle and dipped his fingertips beneath the camisole, touching for the sake of touching, mapping and memorising. "Good to know," he remarked. The skin that her fingers were on reacted as if it was still alive, prickling slightly at the attention being paid to it.
He turned to reach for the covers, pulling them towards them as he shifted to better accommodate Sioux in his arms. The hand on her back remained where it was and the other made itself comfortable in her hair, lightly twisting the strands over before lightly scraping his nails over her skin.
Cassidy was attuned to every beat of her heart and the slow even breathing that resonated through her chest, the warmth of her skin radiating off her in waves. It was intoxicating, she was intoxicating.
"You know how beautiful you are," she murmured a bit more seriously, then raised a hand to touch his chin, the bit of hair that flopped against his cheek without its precious gel and spray. He looked good like this, a bit more vulnerable. She tilted her head a bit to the side, the tendons in her throat tight as piano wire. Her hand trailed over his face, her wrist very close to his lips as she touched him. No need to rush, no point to that. She hooked one long leg over his hips, rolled him just slightly until she was on top of him. Her legs tangled with his, her body pressed firmly to his own as she began to kiss him, her hands both in his hair now, her knees on either side of his hips.
Cassidy's head turned into the touch on his face before he was rolled and had himself a lapful of Sioux. The hand in her hair tightened and he drew her that much closer as he responded to the kiss, mouth opening and nose brushing against hers. The hand beneath the camisole crept that much higher, finding the subtle pathways of muscle that worked beneath skin as Sioux moved atop of him.
He caught her lower lip and nipped it lightly, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave a sense of possession behind. Hands roamed and both mouth and tongue explored, fully indulging in the time he had to learn Sioux, inside and out.
She leaned back and slowly caught the cami, pulled it up and off. He'd seen her topless before, several times in fact, and those pierced nipples were certainly no surprise to him as she leaned forward again, letting them brush over his chest as she resumed kissing him. The rough kiss had made her inhale softly, appreciative; she liked slow, sweet sex as much as anyone, but it was the thrill of darkness, the promise of adrenaline, that really got her going sometimes.
Cassidy's gaze darkened as Sioux stripped and he took a moment to appreciate the feminine curves and the way the piercings glinted in the dull light, tongue pressing against the tip of a tooth that felt more... present than it had a moment ago. He curled his arm around her waist and turned them, sliding a denim clad thigh between her legs and placing his mouth against her throat. His breath was hot against her skin and his teeth were out and lightly moving, roaming, pressing closer.
He bit just hard enough at the curve of her neck to leave a mark behind, trailing his lips further down to pay close and careful attention to her nipples, lightly catching on the piercings and pulling. It was just hard enough to cause a pain pleasure reaction and this was only increased by the way a hand came up to drag his thumb over the curve of her hip, nail sharp.
Cassidy's head ventured south, mouth forming around her navel and teeth dragging over the muscles that reacted beneath him. It was as he closed his teeth around one of her hips that his eyes flicked up and there was a distinct glint in the glow that seemed to have overcome his gaze.
The feel of fangs against a sleek, muscled hip made her tremble, her hand moving over the sheets, tangling in them before the other hand slid into his hair. He had such a dark, smoked-glass edge to him, something entirely unpredictable, and Sioux could barely keep control of herself as his teeth teased her that way. The idea that he could bite, that he could kill her, shouldn't have aroused her as much as it did, but there you had it. The reason Sioux fit so seamlessly in this place. She was completely pliant and willing under his hands, a pet with a core of steel. She sighed his name in pleasure, her own eyes almost-closed, thick lashes fluttering.
Cassidy inhaled and smoothed the edge of his hand over her thigh, encouraging it outwards before dropping his mouth to the precious skin on the inside. His tongue curled before there was the distinct press of fangs, enamel cutting through skin and seeking the very thing that kept Sioux's heart beating. He drew his fingers over her leg and focused his attention on drinking slow, trying to extend the hopefully pleasurable sensations that would extend from the pinpoint of each fangs through her entire lower body.
The inner thigh was and would always be a sensitive place on any woman, heightened only by a particular touch. Cassidy? Believed in being very particular when it came to making Sioux feel good.
Also? There was something intoxicating about the taste of her blood and this whilst dangerous was a danger worth risking.
There was a large vein there, and his fangs found it like a honing device, slid effortlessly in. She made a soft whimpering sound at the initial pierce but it didn't hurt, there was something slow and velvet creeping through her body to relax her and she kept stroking his hair, sighing in pleasure and arousal as he drank from that fountain of rich blood. Her back arched just the slightest bit, fine musculature flexing under her smooth skin, and her silvery nails slid back over his shoulder blade.
It would be all too easy to just lose himself, let go and drink with abandon, but this was Sioux and the last thing Cassidy wanted to do was lose self-control. He remained between her legs, slowly drinking and steering both himself and Sioux through the moment.
In the final moments of the feeding he let out a small growl that would have resonated through the skin on Sioux's thigh, finally closing the bitemarks with his tongue as he drew back. His eyes were heavily lidded and dark, fixed on her and her alone. It was as though his world zeroed in and narrowed down to her.
Cassidy surged upwards and covered Sioux's mouth in another kiss, teeth catching and dragging her lower lip into the depths of his own.
"Happy?" she murmured, barely more than a silky purr, her fingers trailing over his back as he moved up to kiss her again. He was such a good kisser, and the tang of her blood on his tongue only made the whole thing more erotic; in a way what he'd done was more sensual than sex, more intimate. She tangled her legs around him, knees tight against his ribcage, and smiled into the kiss softly, her tongue dipping into his mouth for a second.
"Mmm," Cassidy murmured. "Very." He met her tongue and curled his own around hers, enjoying the kiss. He tangled his fingers in her hair and lightly dragged his fingertips over her scalp, finally settling his restless hand on the mark he'd left behind on her neck.
Her pulse drummed under his fingertips, intense and rabbit-quick, the hummingbird flutter of her blood through her veins. She was turned on, her heart pounding her ribcage, and she knew he'd be able to hear it as clear as a bell. "Good," she whispered, her body arching into the other man's tighter, trying to melt them together at all points of contact. "Is sex better for vampires?"
He could hear it and it was currently the only sound rushing through his head and filling his ears. "Yeah, it is." Even if he hadn't had a lot of sex lately, but he'd been keeping himself to himself as he hadn't trusted himself around strangers.
Cassidy caught his lower lip when she arched beneath and against him, stirring a sensation at every point where their bodies touched. He tilted his head and nipped at her jaw before he nudged it, seeking out the soft skin beneath that he bit into.
The bite that sent his teeth dangerously close to her carotid artery made her moan, soft and breathless, her fingernails nipping into his back a bit in intensity. It was hot fire that coursed through her, not the chill brought on by his unbeating heart and unflushed skin; she clung to him, her legs around his waist, her breasts to his chest as he fed from her. The blood was hot fudge into his mouth, coursing out of the small puncture wounds he made, and she shuddered, whimpered softly with desire.
Cassidy curled his hand around her neck, thumb seeking out the mark that had been left behind by his then blunt teeth. Feeding was taken slowly, savouring and tasting. He curled his tongue and pressed that much closer, letting his hand explore the elegant curve of Sioux's back until the width of his palm slid over her navel and pass her hips.
If pressed, she couldn't describe the feeling; somehow it was like melting and unravelling and being sculpted like warmed-over clay all at once, yet it was none of those things exclusively; something wiry uncurled in her belly and she whimpered again, a breathless little moan as her head tilted further back. His hand on her hip, lower, and her thighs parted the tiniest bit, her hips shifting under the attention and---- "Oh god, Cass," she whimpered, her lips parting, all of it coming out in a breathless little rush as she felt herself orgasm. Her body tensed like piano wire, the muscles hard under soft skin, and her blood sped up as her heart thudded.
Cassidy's arm tightened around Sioux's form and he held her through the release and subsequent shudderings, mouth drawing away to bask the bite point with slow careful ministrations.
He drew back just enough to watch Sioux as she came apart at the seams, gaze remaining heavy and dark. She looked absolutely amazing right now, the way her skin shone in the light and how she just gave over to the sensations running through her, the absolute abandon in her.
It was fucking incredible to watch.
Being in someone's arms during this kind of thing was one of the most erotic things Sioux herself could imagine, and she trembled, her body slick with sweet-scented sweat, her hands moving over his back and shoulders, clutching to him. "Cassidy," she half-sighed, finding his mouth again to kiss him, her blood still a bit sticky on his lips, and she swallowed, barely moved her lips away enough to breathe "..want you."
"Got me," Cassidy muttered huskily against her mouth. He shifted away and did so with great reluctance but he had to in order to remove his belt and jeans, both of which were tossed to one side. Cassidy returned to a place inbetween Sioux's legs and he pressed a lingering kiss to her mouth as he guided her hands to where the band of his briefs sat.
There was no denying how much he wanted this and her.
She didn't have to be told twice, and when he put her hand on the band of his underwear, Sioux got a devilish, breathless little grin on her face and slid her fingers under the fabric to touch. She bit her lower lip for a second, a soft little moan of approval as she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked for a few beats, kissing the corner of his mouth, his jawline. "Roll over," she whispered, grinning into his cheek.
Cassidy let out a sound that was both deep and guttural when she curled her hand around him, eyes fluttering ever so slightly. "Fuck," he gasped before he gave a nod, rolling over in response to that mischievous grin.
He laid onto his back, hand lifting to pull his hair back, exposing the toned skin beneath the expanse of ink that covered a bicep and shoulder.
Sioux shifted with him until she was the one kneeling between his thighs, and she tugged his briefs down and completely off. Her hands slid up his legs to rest on his hips and she dropped her head, licking and kissing her way from his chest down his flat, ridged belly and to his length, her mouth wrapping around him slowly.
Cassidy's head knocked back against the wall of the trailer and he gave a slight groan, hand tightening in his hair before the other sought the lengths of her hair. His fingers twisted and moved restlessly, teeth easing out over his lower lip as it felt like a spark had just been ignited and the more she moved the harder it became to think clearly.
Again, the world narrowed and focused entirely on Sioux.
She labored over him for several minutes, her mouth moving across his skin with slow, careful talent. When she drew away, it was to kiss his abdomen again, trail her tongue along the cut muscle running parallel down his hipbone as she slipped her hands up and wrapped both of them around his length. Eyes the color of winter storms gazed at him from under her heavy lashes and she bit the center of her bottom lip, moving to stretch out beside him on the bed and tugging him back on top of her, her own hands moving down to shed the scant panties she'd been wearing.
Cassidy's chest was heaving and his self-control had been stripped from him by her extremely skilled mouth, eyes glinting in the darkness of the trailer. "Sioux," he muttered gruffly as he covered her once again, hand in her hair and the other positioning him above as he closed the last remaining distance between them.
It felt... perfect, hip to hip, skin to skin. He could feel her breath on his neck and hear her heart as it beat fervously beneath skin, the course of blood flowing through veins.
Cassidy kissed her again, pouring everything he had into the kiss, hand sliding down to grip at her thigh and using it to pull her that much closer and shifting the angle until he was fully enveloped. "Fuck..." he hissed through his teeth before he let loose and gave in, thrusting forwards in hard movements, determined to bring them as close as two bodies could be without becoming one.
She gasped when he plunged into her, and it was like diving through a thin sheet of ice and into the shocking water below; the cry was ripped from her lips and she clung to him, nails digging into his back with encouragement, legs tangling like a cat's cradle around his slender hipbones. "Oh yes... Cass... fuck..."
Cassidy hissed when her nails caught and dug into his skin, but if anything that drove him onwards, to press closer and move faster. He dragged his mouth over her neck and closed his teeth around her ear, nipping hard and playing his tongue over her piercings as his hips pressed on with urgency.
He groaned as their hips came into direct contact and the heat was trying to consume him, spreading through him like a wildfire. He licked his way down her neck and closed his mouth over her pulse just as he drove into her with long hard thrusts that would over time become shorter and sharper the more he lost control and fell to pieces around her.
Cassidy muttered her name as he tangled his hand in her hair and pulled her up and into another kiss.
She matched him kiss for kiss, her athletic body keeping perfect time with his own, her skin feverwarm against his cooler vampiric flesh. The two of them operated in perfect tandem, her body pressing to his, her limbs tangling like a flesh version of a Gordion knot, and she kept her hands in his hair, on his shoulders, everywhere to assure him that he was right where she wanted her.
Cassidy gave a low heated growl as he rolled his hips, shifting the angle and feeling the thrusts falling to absolute bedlam. There was no order to the rhythm that ramped up in its frequency and intensity, pooling heat in the pit of his stomach and across his lower back.
She felt like heaven and he was falling, unable to stop himself, not that he wanted to.
A few more desperate movements and Cassidy let out her name in a short sharp gasp that was rough and raw, heady and desperate, shaken and gruff. His hips rolled for one last final time, the movement stuttered and short, before Cassidy effectively came apart at the seams.
It was free and without conscious thought, his pupils blew wide open, his mouth bared fangs and Cassidy's entire body rippled
When he came, she felt herself shoved ever-closer to that desperate edge and she cried out, delicious and delirious, her hands moving to clutch the bunching tendons behind his shoulder blades. His dilated eyes mirrored her own as that gray-green gaze locked on his darker one, her lips parted and all the gloss kissed off them, her sweat making her lean body glisten. "Oh fuck," she managed, a strangled cry of pleasure as she felt herself come with him, this one more intense and sharp than the last.
Cassidy groaned as he felt Sioux shaking and trembling around him and it was a miracle he didn't come for a second time as that sensation was beyond all description. He panted against her neck and let out a small sound of pleasure as when he shifted to seek her mouth he felt the way their two bodies were still connected and it was enough to make his head spin a little.
"Fuck, Sioux," he breathed against her mouth before allowing his head to bury his face in her neck all over again, body relaxing above and against. He'd never felt more alive than he did at this very moment.
She let out a breathless laugh of approval when he sighed her name like that, his voice shaky and making her goosebumps rise, and she took a breath, smiled up at him through her aftershocks. "Yeah," she agreed softly, giggling, her fingers in his hair again. "Yeah, that was... damn. You been holdin' out."
Cassidy finally leaned back and propped himself up his elbows and he chuckled, offering a feral smile. "Nothing wrong with a few surprises." His smile turned into a grin and he pressed his mouth to hers again before he slowly withdrew, arms going around her to draw her against his chest.
They were still tangled together and Cassidy was smoothing her hair back, leaning down to press another playful nip to her jaw.
"You staying with me tonight?" she asked him softly, and it wasn't playful flirtation in her voice this time but genuine hopefulness, her hands moving to the sides of his face to press a soft kiss to his brow, his temple. "Gets sucky after you go home."
Cassidy's eyes closed at the kisses before his lips curled into a much softer smile than before. "Yeah, I'm staying." He nuzzled against her neck and pressed a kiss there before he leaned back and just looked at her.
"I'll be here when you wake up."
"Good," she murmured, sliding her hands over him and then tightening her arms in an embrace. "I want you to stay," Sioux said softly, then turned her head to gaze at him. She was still breathing hard but she was slowly coming down. "For a long, long time."
Cassidy's lips curled into a slow smile and he simply let his hand explore the soft curves and touch her skin just for the sake of touching and he could so why wouldn't he take the chance to do exactly that?
"Don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon."
He reached for the nearby covers and pulled them over himself and Sioux, more her than him mind you.