It was that final vision that made her cry, she felt his heart, in the kiss her teeth clamp down on his tongue harder, that her normal playful self. This was in response to the vision she was seeing, and the darkness he’d awoken in her. One could not exist around Eric without being a bit darker, just like he could not be lighter living with her. They were opposites, ‘split-a-parts’ as Gran called it. Adelle Stackhouse kept the oral southern traditions alive, and split-a-parts was just one term for what in pop culture was referred to as a soul mate.
Thankfully he was a vampire, being on ‘V’ made her stronger, if he’d been mortal she would have bit hit tongue into. There was a gush of blood, in her mouth before he healed, she gagged and swallowed. This was the first time she had that much life blood in her without needing its healing powers. Her scream, expressed her release, sucking on his tongue, if it hadn’t healed it would have just as likely killed her as she swallowed. Her entire body came in this organism. From the tips to her fingers, to the roots of her hair, every possible cell felt it. Intentionally, she pushed this feeling into their blood bond hopeing to make it an even greater experience for the man under her.
“I love you,” she whimpered between breathes. Slowly calming down, the thick film of sweat covering her body, she wasn’t sated. She had to think how she’d have him next. But before she was lost again, she asked him in the softest of whispers, do you know what a ‘split-a-part is?”