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Mavis Dracula (mavey_wavey) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-15 17:11:00

Who: Mavis and Match
Where: Aboard the Starjammer
What: Mavis and Match cling to one another and realizations are had, as is comfort
When: Right after the Starjammer action during the Cerberus Scenario
Warnings/Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex
Status complete


After the blast, after getting Match back on board, and getting the hell out of there, all Mavis wanted to do was hold him. Yeah, penguins were cute, but Match...he’d almost died out there. For her. For everybody, really, but...for her.

She couldn’t get over it.

Match held Mavis, heart still pounding, and led her to one of the cabins in the Starjammer. He’d look at Penguins later, Right now, he just wanted to hold Mavis. “Hey, doc. How are you doing?” He hoped she was okay. It had been a bit tense.

Mavis shivered, letting the stress and tension roll off and out of her as best she could. She’d been scared, and now the adrenaline was leaving, but she knew she should bounce back fast. “I’ll be okay,” she said, wiping her eyes with the heel of her hand. “I’m just...glad it’s over.”

“Me too. Everyone is safe. You’re safe. It’s over.” He kissed her, then, just lightly, because he needed it, because it felt right and hugged her tight. His clothing was ragged after the explosion, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was that he was alive and the others were alive and that most of all, Mavis was alive.

The kiss was good, but it made Mavis thirsty for something more. Something deeper. She told herself that it was just a want, though; not a need. She could wait.

That didn’t stop her wanting, though. Wanting to touch him, hold him, be close to him. Her fingers stroked his hair, his face, his chest--as if she were assuring herself that he was all in one piece. She drew a deep breath, and kissed him again. “You were so brave out there”

He blushed as he kissed her and held her close. “I just... I couldn’t let you die.” Or Lorna and Alex, or anyone else. But mostly Mavis. He’d never realized it before, but he had gone out expecting to die.

And he hadn’t, and now... he kissed her again. “I needed... I needed to save you to help you not die, to do whatever it took. I can’t imagine a world without Mavis. And I know I wouldn’t want to live in it.”

“But I don’t want to live in a world without you, either, Match!” The words came out in a rush, and she cupped his face in both of her hands, leaning back to look into his eyes. She felt her emotions and power swirling inside of her, until she thought she might burst, but she knew that it was true. She didn’t want to lose him.

“I... I’m sorry. It was just... what else could I do?” He smiled softly at her, and stroked her face with a gentle touch. “I--- Damn it, I swore I wouldn’t say anything, but you mean a great deal to me. I don’t want to push you, but I’d like to date you, Mavis. I’d like... someday, if you ever think of me that way... I want to see if we can build this into a real honest to god relationship, romance and all.” And he kissed her, and this was a passionate, needing, wanting kiss, full of emotion and love and need and lust and all of the above.

She opened her mouth to say something, and found it covered by Match's kiss. She could almost taste his need, his hopefulness, and it made her eyes sting and her chest hurt with the sweetest ache that she had ever felt. Lost I'm that feeling, it took her a moment to catch her breath, after, and to be able to speak again.

"I do have feelings for you, Match. Real feelings. I thought...I don't know what I would have done if I'd lost you."

Match blushed and nodded, and stroked her hair.. “You are so amazing, it makes me ache when I’m not around you, and not just in one place.” A small smirk flashed across his face. “You make my heart smile, and ache, and want.” He kissed her nose and her eyelids and her cheeks, tender kisses. “Coming back inside, all I could do is look for you. that’s what got me back in. I had to find you.”

“Sometimes, when I’m with you, or even just thinking about you,” Mavis confessed, “I smile so much my face hurts.” She was smiling now, as she looked up at him. “So...I guess my only question is, how will dating be different than what we’re already doing?”

“I dunno. More sure, I guess. More.. actually pointed at being together, and not just exploring?” He smirked softly at her. “I might actually take you out for a night, instead of meeting you at the diner or at one of our rooms and snuggling and making out... though those are very fun too.”” He kissed her again.

“And dating implies eventual... if we both want to... ah, more than making out.”

“I sort of thought that was implied, regardless,” Mavis said, laughing softly. “I mean...you haven’t scorched me, and I haven’t bitten you. And if you can survive a nuclear blast? I’m not even sure I could bite you. So all that’s left to work through is the whole...virginity thing. And stuff.”

Match kissed her then and stroked her belly lightly. “The only real question is, ah, if you wanna, and when. And if you wanna with me.” Match grinned at her “Cause I wanna, and with you, and sometime soonish.”

“I do.” She might be somewhat attracted to other people, but that didn’t mean she was going to act on it. But with Match, she wanted to. She really, really wanted to. “And I really want to suck your cock, but I’m scared to ask, because of my fangs.”

There. She’d said it.

Match blushed, then grinned slowly. “I’d like that, a lot, and I hope you’ll allow me to use my tongue and fingers to make you come, in turn.” He kissed her then murmured. “I want to go down on you so bad it hurts sometimes.” He blushed more.

Mavis’ cheeks colored, and her body tightened with pleasure at the memory of explorations in Match’ hotel room, back in Alaska. “You can do that to me again any time you like,” she said, the words coming out half-moan. “But it’s my turn to make you come.”

Match blushed again and nodded, then rose, stepping back. “Then I should let you see Thorn again, to see how much he wants you to suck him, so very much.” And Match groaned as he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down, then his underwear, revealing his cock to her, hard, long, and pulsing with the beat of his heart. He settled back to sitting again, and smiled at her.

Just looking at him, Mavis could almost taste that pulse in the back of her throat. She swallowed thickly as she slid a little closer, running her hand over his inner thigh. Her fangs throbbed with the beat of his heart--or was it her own?--and she closed her eyes for a moment to ground herself.

When she opened them again, she slid her hand a little closer to his groin; glancing from Match’ face, to his cock, and back again, as if assessing the best way to approach it from a logistical standpoint. Sliding their tongues between her fangs was one thing. This was a little bit bigger thing.

He waited, as she closed her eyes, somehow knowing she needed the moment and groaned, watching her, and stroking her hair, then he grinned. “If you are afraid, try this first.” And he held out his hand to her. “Try to bite me, here. I don’t think... well, I feel you can’t. I accidentally jammed a knife against myself today, and it bent.”

She wasn’t so much afraid as she was nervous, but she took his hand anyway, gazing into his eyes for a long moment. She had no idea whether she was powerful enough to hypnotize him, or if he was immune to such things. She just liked to look at him, and she felt it was only right to acknowledge his offer somehow.

Finally, she raised his hand to her mouth, carefully closing her teeth on the fleshy heel of his palm. If he’d bent a kitchen knife, she realized she might break a tooth on his skin, and that would probably sting. For her.

He smiled softly at her and his eyes held hers, warm and caring and lustful. And as she bit down, he shivered. “It doesn’t hurt. it... tickles.” He grinned wider, eyes dancing. “It feels good, really.” He stroked her hair with his other hand, curious, warm, loving to touch her. Her eyes seemed to carry all the world in them, and he liked nothing more than to look in her eyes.

Watching him, Mavis raked her fangs over his wrist, feeling his pulse beneath her lips. If she’d been after blood, it might have been frustrating to know she couldn’t get at it, but under the circumstances, it was actually kind of exhilarating. She smiled, fangs flashing, and then pressed her lips against his stomach, breathing in his scent. “Mine.”

He groaned at how she skimmed his skin and smiled, and he looked at her, eyes half-lidded and showing lust, and like. “All yours.” he stroked her hair and her neck and her word against him, her mouth and nose against him made his cock jump. “You feel so good.”

She skimmed her nails over his thigh as her teeth skimmed his navel, then cupped his groin with her palm. Her lips worked their way lower, until she was kissing the tip of his Thorn, flicking her tongue along the slit. Maybe she couldn’t drink his blood, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t taste his life-force some other way.

Match whimpered at her touch, her scratching tease, and he whimpered at how she made him feel. Each move, each touch, had him breathing heavier, and he watched her eyes, his own filling with that lust she brought to the full. And when she kissed and licked along it, he cried out. “Yes!”

Kissing and nibbling her way along his shaft, Mavis cradled his balls in her hand, fingers tickling the skin behind them as she ran her tongue over the vein that ran from root to tip. She had no practical experience, but she’d seen some things, and read some things, and she let her imagination run away with her as she tested the waters. Her lips brushed against him as she spoke. “Will you come in my mouth?”

Match moaned at her touches. She had a way of making every touch feel heavenly. He groaned as pleasure seemed to fill him. "If, mmm, you keep it up, I.definitely will come right in that beautiful mouth."

Mavis took him in her mouth, then, moaning around his shaft. She didn’t dare to try and swallow all of him at once, but she hoped her hands, and her enthusiasm would make up for it. And she’d keep practicing.

Match cried out then, as pleasure enveloped him and he felt like he was floating, and yet coursing faster toward something. The pleasure was intense, and fully better in every way than masturbating. “So good, Mavis, so good.”

Her mouth watered, and she swallowed hard, sucking him deeper into her mouth. She liked the taste of his skin, the silky texture of him on her tongue. She held the base of his shaft and bobbed her head, sliding his cock between her fangs. It made her shiver when they scraped his skin, the way she shivered when he put her nipples in his mouth.

Match whimpered louder, his head falling back for a moment, shuddering wracking his body, before he brought it back up, and looked down at her, eyes wide, and full of passion and lust and oh so much pleasure. God, had that ever been better? No. Of course, he had never had it before, but shush. She was intense and good and it made him cry out when she strike her fangs along his cock. “Feels good, Mavis!” He struggled to make sense. “They feel good!”

Match’ acceptance--no, his enjoyment--of her fangs made Mavis moan with arousal, whimpering at the pleasure that rippled through her as she took him as deep into her throat as she dared, and pretended to bite down. It felt so good, she thought she might come.

Match whimpered louder, for her fangs made him tremble with pleasure even greater than that hot and wet throat around his cock. “Oh shit, oh God, Mavis, so good! I think, soon!”

Her mouth, lips, teeth, tongue, and throat worked around him as she pressed her face toward his groin, worrying his bone; then pulling back to suck at the head of it. She breathed deeply, every exhale a needy moan broken by the sounds of her gulping swallows. She couldn’t help the sounds she made, but she hoped he didn’t mind them. She wanted very much to taste his essence; feel it spilling down her throat; drink him down like nectar.

He loved those sounds, that look in her eyes and he cried out. “Mavis...I can’t... Oh God! I’m coming!” And then he was, pleasure roaring along him from head to toe, and out through that cock of his, blasting into her mouth as he came, hard, more than he had ever come, and shuddered. “Mavis!”

She felt that hot spurt hit the back of her throat, and swallowed instinctively; whimpering as it filled her mouth. Overwhelmed by the scent and taste of pure pleasure, and of Match, she felt her jaw working around him, fangs pressing but not piercing the smooth hardness of his cock, and pleasure shot through her, straight to her core. Her body arched, and she cried out, grinding her hips against his leg. His come dripped from the corners of her lips, and down her chin; splashing across her neck and chest as she involuntarily pulled back to breathe.

“Match, I--I think I came, too!”

Match groaned as he finished coming, and shuddered as he looked down at her, eyes wide with lust and love. He smiled softly. “Good. God, I’ve heard of things like that... “ He bent and lifted her up, then kissed her slowly, stroking her hair. “Yum.”

She kissed him, licking his essence from their lips, and shivering with pleasure. It was a very different taste than blood, but every bit as thrilling to her. Not that she had any crazy ideas about feeding on sex, but to have found someone that she could be with, to have experienced this without losing control, was a fantastic rush. “You’re amazing.”

Match moaned and kissed her and stroked along her body, teasing that part of his essence to his mouth and hers as he kissed her again. “So are you. Amazing woman. I love being with you. Doing anything at all.”

“I love being with you, too,” she murmured, between kisses. In fact, she was sure that she was falling in love with him, and it felt better than sex, better than flying. Better than anything that she could ever remember having felt before.

~fin~