shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-11-08 00:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: shiegra, f: blood ties, november 08, p: henry/vicki |
A little communication, Blood Ties (Henry/Vicki)
Title: A little communication
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating: PG13
Prompt: Blood Ties - Henry/Vicki - "In the arms of the angel/Fly away from here / From this dark cold hotel room/And the endlessness that you fear/You are pulled from the wreckage/Of your silent reverie/You're in the arms of the angel/May you find some comfort here" Sarah Mclachlan - Angel
Word count: 509
"You're such a pain in the ass."
It was an absent murmur, and an insincere one--as Vicki sat on the edge of the bed, one leg folded under her, pressing down on the makeshift bandage at her wrist. A dull pulse throbbed there, echoed unnervingly by the on between her legs; some combination of the bite, Henry's body pressed against her and his mouth working against her skin caused the latter, and the effects of the former were smoothing wounds away from his skin like--
Vicki closed her mental lips over the inanity of the words like magic and stood. Not enough blood loss to induce dizziness, which was good; in reckless rookie days she'd had her share, and appreciated none of it. She'd appreciate it even less now, tottering across someone else's apartment to hunt down the First Aid kit a vampire hopefully kept.
"Found it?" He murmured when she returned, eyes lazy slits, body uncurled across the dissheveled covers in a lazy graceful line.
"I was afraid you wouldn't have one," she said dryly, letting him pull her down.
His lips moved against her cheek. "I bought it for you," he murmured, and she snorted.
"Flatterer."
His lips moved in a slow smile and he wrapped his fingers around her properly-bandaged wrist, a lingering and near-possessive gesture. "No need to sound sarcastic."
"Me? Sarcastic? Heaven forbid." She couldn't resist turning her head just enough, and Henry breathed against her for a slow still moment, eyes gleaming, before he obeyed the unspoken invitation and kissed her, letting his lips part so she could deepen it. He was tense, a little harsh, as though he couldn't decide whether he wanted to kiss her or kill her more.
It doesn't take a genius to interpret the minute flinch in his body language--just someone paying attention, and attuned just enough to his responses. "Still hurting?" A firm hand on his chest forestalled any movements born from bravado. "Don't even think about it, buddy."
He showed his teeth, mirthless, but she didn't flinch. "Henry--I'll, you know--stay."
The words hung in the air, and he stared at her, face expressionless, hand suddenly too tight around her wrist. She didn't say a word, though in a minute she'd have to before a vampire's strength cut off her circulation completely.
As though he'd read her thoughts, he loosened his grip one finger at a time. "You--" A pause, his eyes hooded and face tense. "--could."
"Gee," she said, "thanks." But the words didn't come out with the defensive sarcasm she'd been intended in the face of that penetrating stare. And at the soft, flatly serious tone, his face relaxed into something like a smile.
Vicki sank back down against the pillows with a small harsh sigh. It was quiet, but it let out some visceral tension, and Henry's hand spread against her ribs, just below her left breast--feeling her heartbeat.
She threw an arm over his shoulders in a casual protective gesture, let her body curve into him, and closed her eyes.