Satin, Blood Ties (Henry/Vicki)
Title: Satin Author/Artist: shiegra Rating: R/NC17
Prompt: Blood Ties - Henry/Vicki - Friction or frottage (naked or clothed; intercrural sex; someone rubbing off on sheets while giving head or being fucked) - A night in black satin Word count: 373
She woke up to the way he moved against her in first waking, sleeping and hungry, nuzzling into her skin like a sleepy cat, mouth opening against her skin--the slick brush of fangs, the soft push of enamel and the flick of his tongue.
She muttered his name, indistinct and distracted, and shoved her hands up under his shirt, feeling the rise of his ribs. "Too damn cold in here," she muttered, and he smiled against her throat.
"Take off your shirt."
"This is you being helpful?"
"Vicki." He slid onto his elbows, eyes dark, mouth curling in that knowing smile. "Take off your shirt."
She made a skeptical noise, but listened this time, stripping it over her head and tossing it down. He slid his hands up her sides. His skin was a little cool, but he'd fed before sleeping, so he was warmer than he might have been.
"Shh," he said when she opened her mouth, and pushed up to kiss her, open-mouthed and hungry, guiding her back onto the bed.
That felt--good. Decadent, that was the word. Satin, slowly taking on her body heat, cradling her sensitive skin. He unsnapped her bra one handed as he kissed her, something even she couldn't do, and she slid her feet up the back of her calves, arching her body into his, and kissed him back, the satin and his hands each as sensual as each other.
"Mmmm," he whispered, pausing in kissing her, his thumbs gently tilting her chin up. He licked up the curve of her throat, hands cradling her head, and she shuddered and slid her hands up behind her shoulders. His mouth was open and hungry against her.
She was warming up, all right. Vicki let go of him and reached her belt, shimmying her jeans down over her hips and kicking them over the side of the bed. He seemed to be too fascinated with her pulse to pay attention, but as soon as they were gone he slid a hand into her underwear, long fingers sliding against and inside her.
She moaned, a raw sharp sound, and arched her hips into his hand. "Henry--" The satin rumpled against her feet as she dug her heels in.
"Shhh," he breathed again, moving up to kiss her mouth. "Just enjoy."