Who: Lulu and Nikola Tesla When: Friday night. Where: Their home What: Wedding planning/talking/etc. Rating/Warnings: High for sex / vampire nomming. Status: Complete.
Nikola came home from work and set his bag down on the table by the front door. It felt rather domestic, knowing that somewhere in his apartment there was a beautiful woman waiting for him. Whether or not she had dinner ready or his pipe and slippers was a mystery, but just the fact that she was there waiting to see him was enough.
He shrugged off his jacket and hung it neatly in the front closet. “Honey? I’m home.” He called, playfully, moving further into the apartment.
She enjoyed playacting as much as the next woman, but she knew Nikola liked it as well. It was probably why she’d put on a slinky skirt and matching corset. “I’m in the kitchen, sweetheart!” She’d actually made something for dinner. Well, okay, she’d ordered in. But she’d put it on plates!
Sauntering out, her heels clacked against the hardwood floor as she moved to greet him. “Hello, love.”
Damn. It was a good thing Nikola wasn’t carrying anything. The sight of his soon-to-be wife in that dress... or, skirt, corset, whatever it was... All the blood rushed out of his ears and fingertips because it was needed elsewhere.
“Hi.” He said, stepping into the room. Huh. His feet still worked! “You look...”
“Do you like it? It’s the first thing I’ve bought off the rack that I haven’t designed in a very long time.” She poured him a glass of red wine and handed it over, smiling at him. She was good at playing innocent.
“...you... really now.” Nikola said, accepting the wine and setting it aside. Not even wine could distract him from that dress on her body. “You absolutely knew what affect this dress was going to have on me when you put it on. Don’t play dumb.” He was smirking, his hands itching to touch her.
“Aww, why not? It’s so easy.” Lulu smirked at him, leaning back without letting him touch her. “You’re fun like this.”
“What, slobbering and barely coherent?” Nikola asked, taking a step closer, hands lifting to embrace her. “You must be used to it by now. You have me this way nearly daily.”
“You’re hardly slobbering,” she smirked, leaning up to kiss him. “I’d say I don’t do this on purpose, but I do.”
“I know you do.” His arms wrapped around her. Food and wine were momentarily forgotten. “...but I don’t mind it in the slightest.”
“We should probably eat,” she smirked. “The food will get cold.” She wasn’t trying to move, though, and she kissed his chin gently.
“I like cold food.” Nikola said. He tipped his head down and caught her lips with his own. She was soft and firm at the same time, warm and comfortable. He loved her more than he’d ever loved anyone or anything, which in and of itself was rather confusing.
“No you don’t,” she murmured. But she wasn’t about to stop kissing him. Sighing, she pulled him closer, running her fingers through his hair.
Nikola chuckled against her. He really didn’t. He didn’t want to let go, though, so he kissed her hungrily, arms moving over her amazing body in that amazing outfit, feeling the fabric under his fingers. He pulled her flush up against him. “Now we should eat.” He mumbled against her lips.
Her fingers ran through his hair and she nodded. “Eat fast,” she murmured huskily.
He pulled back with a chuckle. “Show me what’s for dinner.” He said, then pulled away from her and walked backward toward the table, tugging her along with him.
She’d simply ordered Italian, and she motioned for him to sit, taking her seat next to him. It wasn’t anything special, but it had been ready when he’d gotten home.
It was good food, and hot, and Nikola couldn’t complain about something like that. He wanted to eat quickly so they could move onto the next activity, which was undoubtedly going to be much more interesting than Italian food.
Lulu smiled, eating her alfredo contentedly. “How was your day?” She crossed her legs, trying to look as comely as one could look while eating Italian.
Oh, boy, did she look comely. Nikola was finding his appetite for Italian waning, while his appetite for Lulu grew. He gulped down his wine, though he knew it wouldn’t satiate his thirst.
Clearing the table, Lulu was sure to bend at the waist for everything, flipping her hair and smiling. This dance, she was good at.
Nikola spent the entire time watching her figure. How could he not? She was showing it off so well. His self-control was absolutely ridiculous, because any lesser man would have hands all over her amazing breasts, her spectacular hips, by now. He cleared his throat and stood to help her with the dishes. “...you make me want to throw you against a wall,” he said, his voice low and breathy, as they reached for the same plate.
She smiled innocently up at him. “Hmm?” She pretended she hadn’t heard him, amused at her own reaction.
“You heard me.” Nikola said. He gave her hip a bump with his, then snatched up the plate to take into the kitchen. The sooner dinner things were cleaned, the sooner they could move to dessert.
“What’s stopping you, then?” She folded her arms, knowing when she did that, they went under her breasts and pushed them up higher.
His eyes flickered to her cleavage and back up again. She should feel proud that her mission was accomplished. “...you saucy minx,” he said, breaking into a grin. “...you’ve achieved your goal tonight.” He added, then quickly moved forward, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her hungrily. He was absolutely going to throw her up against the wall now.
That made her laugh, and she felt herself cut off by his kiss. She ran her fingers through his hair, purring a little and arching against him. “You’re happy tonight. Is this practice for our honeymoon?”
“No.” Nikola mumbled against her skin, walking with her, pushing her backward against the wall. His arms were tight around her, his hands wandering that delicious body of hers under her dress. “This is nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you on our wedding night.” He pushed her up against the wall, pinning her there with his body against hers, and kissed her again. Forcefully.
The banter was hard to keep up when he was snogging her like that. She had to tiptoe up to meet his lips, pulling him down against her periodically. “Keep this up, Doctor, and they’ll say we’re in love.”
“Will they?” He asked, slightly breathless now, and grinning like the devil. His hands continued their wandering, though with her pinned between his body and the wall, the amount of space they had to explore was cut down considerably. One came up to the side of her breast.
“Yes. But I don’t think they’re wrong.” She grinned right back at him, nibbling his neck, kissing him gently. “You’re wonderful.”
Nikola laughed softly. “You’re going to give me a big head.” He said, groping her breast hungrily with his hand. His lips found her neck and he kissed her skin there, gently. “You’re not wrong, but you’re going to inflate my ego.”
“Mmm, something on you should be big.” She couldn’t help teasing, but she laughed immediately afterward, giving herself away. “I tease.”
Nikola gave a little growl. “I’ll show you big.” He sunk his teeth into her neck, grinding against her. His hands continued wandering her body, pulling her tightly against him, pinning her roughly to the wall. She could feel how aroused he was, how much he wanted her. He wasn’t trying to hide any of it.
Gasping, she closed her eyes as he bit her and ran her fingernails hard down his back. He knew just how to get to her and he knew it. Lulu reached down to tug his trousers open, knowing she’d probably have to shimmy out of her skin tight skirt before they did much of anything.
Unless he tore it off of her. It would be a shame to ruin such an exquisite ensemble, but Nikola wasn’t exactly thinking straight. He could maintain enough control so he wouldn’t seriously injure her by feeding, but was able to let go enough to really have some fun. His hands moved down to her skirt and started to roughly pull at it. He’d tear it if she didn’t stop him.
She didn’t. Clothes were just fabric, and she could probably sew it back together. Tiptoeing up higher so he could feed a bit more easily, Lulu sighed and helped push his trousers off of his hips.
He tore the clothes off of her body, pulling back just enough to get them off of her. At least, enough to free up the bits he really wanted. His lips moved away from her neck, red-stained, and kissed his way down her body, giving her breasts some attention as his hands shoved his underpants roughly out of the way.
Well, he certainly knew how to make her feel wanted. God, he was pretty with his mouth slicked in blood. She could feel her breaths grow shallow, could feel them coming faster, could feel herself growing wetter. “Fuck,” she murmured, a rare curse that she felt the situation merited.
A very soft chuckle escaped him. “Yes, please.” He responded, his voice growly, low and hungry. He moved back up her body again and took her neck once more. One of his hands looped around her thigh and lifted it upward, to wrap her leg around his waist as his length sought her entrance.
That made her laugh as well, moving to curl her fingers in his hair, coaxing him to drink a bit more. She felt stronger lately, more healthy. Not as if she were going to be able to bench press a car, but as if she were of stronger constitution than before. She could take more gnawing. Taking care to line her hips up with his, she canted them forward, sighing contentedly. “Love you,” she murmured. Sometimes she was still scared she’d lose that.
Nikola may not say it as often, but he always felt it. And he made sure that he always showed it. He touched her, he gazed at her. He made love to her like a man starving for human affection. He growled and moaned, let his body go. It was all for her.
Speaking of all for her. Their hips lined up, finally his length found its goal. He pushed forward, filling her with a groan, while his hands moved to her hips and backside, holding her against him. The more he dreamed, the stronger he got. The longer he lasted. The younger he felt.
Lulu’s powers had grown stronger recently, and when she let loose a little bit of electricity go down his back, per usual, it ended up clapping loudly, coming from the ceiling, sending all of the lights to short out and their hair to go on end.
She continued to buck against him, not noticing.
Her crackle of electricity was met with one of his own. Another bolt, powerful and sizzling, shot out from the both of them, leaving little burn marks on the walls. He didn’t care, he didn’t even notice, as he continued to move against her. He was thrusting hard now, hands tight on her hips, his whole body moving against hers. He was hungry for her, and he wanted her to feel it.
That didn’t help. She came with a yowl, crying out his name and wrapping her legs around his hips so he could hold her. He’d gotten so much stronger that sometimes she wondered if he was entirely human anymore. She didn’t care one bit.
He wasn’t entirely human anymore. As far as he thought. He had a few reservations about it, though he wasn’t likely to bring them up with her anytime soon. Nikola could feel her come around him, and it made him arch his back, clench his glutes, curl his toes, and explode within her, along with her. It made him feel complete when they came together, electricity crackling all around them.
After a few moments, her shaking legs uncurled around his hips. “I ... that was - “ She shook her head. “I can’t talk.” She laughed and shook her head.
Nikola nuzzled against her neck. There was blood everywhere, little sparks of static cling still going off around them. He was breathing hard. That had been one of the most amazing experiences of his life. This or the dream life. He shook his head. “You don’t need to.” He said, and slowly, carefully, withdrew. His arms were still around her, holding her up.
“My spells. I can do what I dream.” She laughed giddily, kissing him hard, smearing blood over her own mouth, not caring a bit. “Nikola? We’re getting married soon. I don’t - I don’t know what I did to deserve you, thank you.”
“You’ve gone insane.” Nikola laughed. “I’ve finally fucked you to insanity. That’s the only explanation.” He kissed her again, gently lowering her to the floor so she could stand on her own two feet. “You deserve better than me,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose into her hair, still holding her close. “You deserve the best.”
“Then it’s lucky I have you, isn’t it.” Lulu gently moved a thumb to run over his mouth, moving some blood from his lower lip. “I do have the best, you mad, silly man.”
Nikola chuckled at her words, though they rang true. She was lucky to have him. But he was even luckier to have her. He turned to press his nose into her cheek. “We make quite the pair, don’t we?”
“Mmm, we do. You’re the brains, and I’m the brawn.” She smirked and kissed his chin.
That brought another little chuckle out of him. “...come here, Mrs. Brawn.” He swept her up into his arms and carried her off into the bedroom.