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Tweak says, "Doesn't mean what you think"

Damaia (i_cast) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2012-04-20 19:01:00

Entry tags:

baba yaga, eric northman, stand still

Know what's good for a fairy hangover? (Eric)
The crone felt...pretty damn good. Or she had as she slipped out of the lab in one of the blue boy's t-shirts. It looked like an awkward dress, and the crone didn't seem to mind that it wasn't exactly the most decent thing she could wear walking about town. She didn't bother changing or showering as she headed to her possible home away from cabin. She knew he'd be in.

On her way she paused as she caught a headline of newspaper as someone walked by. She blinked, and with little effort, she had the paper and was quickly walking away, reading. A brow rose. So, he was going to answer questions. Every question answered. She actually smiled, but not from happiness.

The crone was not prepared for what greeted her as she entered the vampire's now unnecessary hideaway. The place looked like someone had been dancing, or trying to. There were clothes on the floor, discarded along the way to the...bed. And there was a very large male on the bed who looked like he had had a rough time of it before losing hold on the living world. Somewhere among the tangled sheets and vampire limbs there was a sweater; the crone had no idea she was sitting on it as she settled on the bed to stare at him.

Her hands rested on her knees; her eyes moved over his body. It was rare she took time to just take him in like this. Him or anyone else for that matter. She could and would wait for him to waken. They needed to talk...about many things. So there she sat on a fairy's sweater, wearing a mutant's shirt, all upon the vampire's bed.

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i_bite
2012-04-21 09:00 am UTC (link)

Eric nipped again, at her shoulder. This time, he drew a small drop of blood. He let it roll across the skin before he followed the trail with his tongue.

"I'm not against angry sex." He purred it into her ear. He had to wonder what kind of damage Hank could inflict on him now. Previously he'd been strong, but what Eric had seen when he'd found the overturned hotdog cart had been beyond what had been displayed on the roof. Plus, now there were fangs and claws.

"There might be actual blood loss." He mused. "I might come back to you in need of replenishment. A chance that perhaps I couldn't heal it all before finding you again. Then you would get to look and study, and you would get to smell him all over my flesh."

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i_cast
2012-04-21 09:09 am UTC (link)

The crone turned her head to watch as much as she could, then laughed. Of course, he didn't. He'd feel the soft pricking of the more crone like nails, claws almost. Nothing compared to the blue boy's, but they did what she wanted. For now they just pressed into his skin.

"I would like to study, press my fingers into the marks, taste your pain." The last word was softly moaned, as it wasn't a pain that she needed to return to someone else. The nails pulled across his back and over his neck.

"My sense of smell isn't like yours, but I could feel him. Feel the power between you..." She held him closer, wrapping herself more around him. She would want him to bite soon, to taste her. He had tasted the first blood; he'd drink soon. Oh, she hoped soon.

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i_bite
2012-04-21 09:22 am UTC (link)

Eric could feel her wants, he knew what she desired him to do. He only kept from doing it as a playful tease, but the taste of blood had indeed been the breaking point. He had denied himself so much recently. He didn't want to deny himself further.

When his lips found the delicate curve where he neck and shoulder connected, he bit. A real bite, this time. Immediately the hot blood was in his mouth.

With every exchange, they grew closer, him and Baba Yaga. It was a thought that didn't bring him any pause, that she should feel what he did and vice versa. He actually enjoyed sharing his life with her, letting her in as he did.

When he finally unlatched himself from her, Eric moved to kiss her lips, so that she might taste her own blood.

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i_cast
2012-04-21 09:31 am UTC (link)

She cried out, nails digging and breaking skin. He'd heal quickly enough, faster now that he'd had her blood, not just a taste. The pleasure of it was only more so as she felt what he felt. At first it had scared her; she'd never been part of something, shared herself so willingly. There was always something hidden, even when she told the truth, but not with him.

Her fingers were in his hair, smearing what little blood was on them there. The kiss was taken and returned almost greedily. She was not one to want her bloodshed without reason, good reason, yet with him, she often found that she relished it.

It amused her to think for a moment on how often the sheets were changed on the bed. The thought was fleeting as there were more interesting ones to consider. Such as where she might take his blood.

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