Who: Lulu and Nikola When: Backdated a bit to after he bought Lu’s wedding set from Gold’s antique’s shop Where: Their place What: Proper proposal, unfing. Rating/Warnings: NSFW probably, due to sex things and vampire things (nomming of necks/blood). Status: Complete!
Nikola arrived home from work. He had the wedding set in a ring box in his pocket, and was pretty excited to give them to Lulu. He was excited to give her the rings he’d purchased for her. For their engagement, for their wedding. The beautiful, black fuzzy box was burning a hole in his pocket.
He stepped into the home, pulled his jacked from his shoulders, and hung it up by the door. “Lu?” He called out. “Are you home?” He wasn’t sure what her plans were for the day. Was she going to be home early from work? Should he start on dinner or did she have plans for that?
Lulu had gotten home per his request via the text she’d gotten earlier. She was wondering what Nikola had wanted her to come home for, if everything was all right. She was still wearing the short skirt and bustier she’d worn to work that morning, so when she went to see Nikola, she was shivering. “I’m here, yes.”
Nikola turned to look when he heard her voice, and stepped over. “Hello.” He said, then leaned down to kiss her. He stopped, though, before his lips met hers, and lifted his hands to rub up and down her arms. “Why are you shivering?”
“Just a little cold.” She smiled as he rubbed her arms, tiptoeing up to kiss him where he’d stopped. “Is everything okay? I came when I got your text message.”
“Everything is fine.” Nikola said, then wrapped his arms around her, running his hands up and down her back. “Let’s get you into a nice, warm robe.” He added. The rings could wait until he warmed her up.
“You’re so sweet,” she grinned, tiptoeing up to kiss him lightly. She took off her heels as she walked into their bedroom, sighing contentedly when she pulled on her robe. “Mmph. This is lovely. So. What’s the emergency?”
“I have something for you.” Nikola said, pulling the box out of his pocket. He held it out to her, with the ring set inside. “I thought you might want to have this as soon as possible. Also, the sooner you start to wear it, the sooner the world will know I’ve laid my claim.” He said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Lulu couldn’t help herself. She laughed delightedly. Probably not the reaction most men would’ve expected, but Nikola wasn’t most men. “This is perfect. And lay your claim nothing.” She tapped the still-healing bruise on her neck. “You stake it daily. Who do you think wants me besides you?” Well. Gendry and she were still on good terms, and Bellatrix was in love with her.
“I don’t care who wants you. Let them all want you.” Nikola said, stepping over to her and wrapping his arms down and around her waist. “Because I’m the only one who gets to have you.” He was feeling more possessive now, for unknown reasons. Perhaps because he’d put all of his eggs in this basket. He was going to marry and procreate with her, and he belonged to her completely now. He only wished the same in return.
She smiled up at him, nodding. “You’re exactly right.” She tiptoed up to kiss him, closing her eyes. “I wonder if I shouldn’t take a fertility test. See if I can even have children.” She wondered if he’d still want her if she couldn’t, if she was defective in some way.
Nikola paused for a moment, blinking down at her. “...You don’t think you can have children?” He asked. There were other ways, even if they couldn’t conceive naturally. There was IVF and surrogacy, or adoption. But Nikola was wondering why she would say something like that. Did she think there was something wrong? He was more concerned for her than anything else.
“I don’t know, to be honest. I’ve never tried, and I’m not exactly young.” She wanted them awfully, wanted them with him, and she knew he wanted to carry on the Tesla line. “Will you love me if I can’t?” A plaintive, honest question, but one that hurt her to say.
“Of course I will.” Nikola said without missing a beat. Though, he felt a little insulted that she had that fear. He kissed her once, briefly but meaningfully. “Nothing is going to stop my love for you, Lu. Nothing in this world, or any other.”
“I know. I feel stupid for asking, but ... I’m just afraid. I don’t doubt you, it’s just blind fear.” She laughed, finally tearing up when she felt the weight of his ring on her finger. She didn’t cry often; even when she was in pain she screamed or grit her teeth, but she hadn’t cried since the time she’d had to identify Chappu’s body.
Snuggling closer to Nikola, she wrapped her arms around him. “I think it’s because you make me feel like a princess. I don’t want this to go away, ever.” Sometimes she felt like this was all a dream, and that it could dissolve within moments, that she’d wake up. Leaning back, she wiped away happy tears. “I’m happy. That’s what everything boils down to, my love. I’m perfectly, amazingly happy. There’s nothing else in the world I want than to be yours until I stop breathing.”
Nikola lifted both hands to cup her cheeks, using his thumbs to brush away her tears. “Then that’s what we’re going to have to do. That’s what it’ll have to be. You’re mine until the end of time.” He leaned in and kissed her gently, letting his lips linger against hers. “You go see a doctor, make sure you’re fertile. I’ll do the same.” It’d be a shame if his becoming a vampire made him sterile.
“And in the meantime, we’ll have to plan a wedding deserving of the name of Tesla,” she quipped. “Because I’ve thought about it, and I don’t think you’ll really be happy with just getting married quietly. And the dress I’m making is a bit ... well.” She thought he’d like it; it would make her look like the princess he thought she was.
Nikola laughed. “You’re absolutely right.” He said, lowering his hands to wrap them around her and hug her body close against him. “...we’ll make a big splash, you and me.” He kissed her again, quickly, then gave a little growl. “You may need to make two copies of your dress. So I can tear one off of you on our wedding night.”
“Why would I need two? I’m only marrying you once.” She felt heat rising to her cheeks when he growled, and she responded by tugging him down to kiss him as hard as she dared.
Nikola returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm. Hunger filled him, and he moved her backward to the bed. He pushed her down and then climbed over her to kiss her again. “So long as you don’t mind it getting torn.” He breathed against her lips. “Because I’m going to want you so very badly that night. I might not be able to control myself.”
“It’s our honeymoon,” she murmured, feeling her pulse go faster when he pushed her down. “I’d expect nothing less. I can repair it.” She felt herself spread her legs a bit, arching against sudden wetness. “Can you control yourself now? I wish you wouldn’t.”
“Are you sure you can handle it?” Nikola said, pressing his lower half down against hers. He settled his body nicely against her pelvis, his legs settling down between hers as they spread. His lips found her neck for some rough, hungry kisses.
“I handled you well enough last time.” She was curious if his bloodlust had bled over (so to speak) from his dreams. Arching her back so he could access her neck better, she wrapped her legs loosely around his hips. “Do it again.”
Nikola was holding himself in check, but just barely. He was a little nervous about what might happen if he let go completely. He didn’t want to hurt her. His hips moved down against hers, and his mouth lowered once more to her neck. The blood lust had definitely bled over, though the only blood he’d ever tasted (besides his own, of course) was hers.
His teeth found her skin and he bit down with more strength and more confidence than before. He was able to feed on her this time, much more properly and less awkwardly than before.
It was a bit like when a man went down on her. It made her heart beat faster, it made her quiver. Whimpering, she rocked her hips into his touch, murmuring his name. She loved him, more than anything. If she could give him this, she would.
Nikola pulled away after a moment, then started to tear her clothes off. The robe went first, and whatever she was wearing under it. Then his own. It was incredibly fast and rather ferocious. He delved down and attached to her neck again, their now-naked bodies (or, at least, naked parts as he hadn’t bothered to waste the time removing all of their clothes, just the important parts) pressing against one another. He didn’t wait, didn’t hesitate for a moment before lining up his rock hard length with her opening and shoving up and in. Blood and sex. He was in heaven.
She couldn’t help but open her eyes wider when he ripped off her clothes. One leg hooked over his hips and she whimpered loudly when he pressed into her, yowling his name. Somehow, her blood on his lips and the thrusting of his hips were perfect. He was staking his claim on her again, all but tattooing his name over her heart. She murmured under her breath. “Yours, always,” she moaned, kissing him and tonguing the taste of her own blood from his lips.
This was exactly what he’d wanted. This was perfection personified. She was giving herself to him completely, and he was taking all she offered with ravenous hunger. His kiss was powerful, his movements strong, his desire for her growing. He didn’t give her any time to recover before he started thrusting, hard and fast, one hand lifting to hold onto the headboard for leverage. He mumbled her name, and something that sounded like the word ‘mine’ before kissing her again. He roughly pushed his tongue into her mouth to explore, wishing there was more of her for him to take.
And to think the first time she’d met him she’d thought she’d have to coax him into something rougher. Because as much as she liked sex that left her feeling like a safe princess, this was preferable.
With blood dripping from her own lips, Lulu gasped. She lazily let electricity arc from her fingertips, up and down his spine, knowing how much he enjoyed it. To hell with getting married in a dress and having a ceremony - this was her wedding to her, plain and simple. After this, she was Nikola Tesla’s wife.
Nikola inhaled sharply at the feel of the electricity jumping along his spine. This time, a shock wave of his own electricity jumped back into her, powerful and shocking as he continued thrusting against her. They were certainly made for each other.
That made her laugh a little to herself, kissing him even harder, pushing herself up hard against him when he thrust into her. She couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been placed onto this earth for him. If their dreams had made them into people who belonged together. Yowling his name, she could feel her body spasm, could feel herself coming hard.
His hand moved down to her hip, holding it tightly as he thrust over and over, harder and harder. When she came, he felt her tighten around him. It was more than enough to push him over the edge himself. He held on for a little longer, then couldn’t stop it coming. He released buried deep within her, giving a groan as his body tensed and relaxed.
Every time this happened, Lulu thought to herself a tiny prayer - please, let this be the one that brings us our little one. Kissing along Nikola’s shoulders, she chuckled. “That was a wonderful proposal, darling.”
Nikola chuckled. His mouth was still coated in Lulu’s blood, his length still buried deep within her. He nuzzled into her jaw, then finally withdrew. “We’ll have to have a proposal every night.” But he frowned at the sight of the wound on her neck. He climbed up from the bed, grabbed some tissues to clean himself up, then brought clean ones over to press against the side of her neck. “I’ll have to be more gentle. I don’t want to drink you dry.”
“I think I’m a little more sturdy than most,” she smiled, licking his lower lip gently. “You can propose to me a few times a day.” But the way he was taking care of her made her smile, and she squeezed his hand. “I still can’t believe this ring. It’s like you plucked it from my brain.”
“Not quite.” Nikola chuckled softly. “I got it from an antique shop. You really like it?” He asked, pleased that she was reacting so well to it. “Does it need to be resized?” He was still holding the tissue to her neck, gently.
“No. It’s like it was made for me.” Lulu smiled, reaching up to wipe a trace of blood from his lip. “It, like you, is perfect.” She felt cosy and languid from afterglow.
Nikola chuckled. He wondered if she was suffering from the blood he’d taken from her. If she was dizzy or light-headed, though he didn’t want to press the issue. She would say something if she was, though.
He settled down next to her, wrapping his free arm around her. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Nikola. Lulu Tesla. I like it.” She leaned against him, kissing his neck in turn. “And don’t worry about me. I’m not nearly as fragile as you seem to think, my darling.”
“I worry about you. It’s supposed to be endearing.” Nikola said, his voice teasingly patronizing. “You belong to me now, so I want to make sure that your body will last.” He added, teasing.
“Ah-hah, now I understand.” She nipped him firmly on the ear. “Worry less about mine and worry more about me wearing you out, good doctor.”
Nikola chuckled. “I’ll do my best. Get some rest now.” He needed to start keeping bandages in the bedside table for her neck. He really shouldn’t make this a habit. The sheets were bloody.
“Mmm,” she purred, closing her eyes. “I’ll eat a steak so we can do this again next week. She really wanted to make this a habit. The orgasms were amazing.
“I’ll feed you lots of steak and broccoli.” He said, and kissed her forehead. “And we’ll do this again next week.” He said, holding her close. “Sleep now.” He felt it, too. She was his. His wife, his love, his life. No marriage certificate or white dress could make it any more official.