04-23-2017, 06:01 PM
Stillwater
She was visibly disappointed when his eyes slid opened to reveal the ghosted gray of them. Even still, she reached out and lightly brushed the damp hair from his brow. She would do this, she would let him. She was softening.
He pressed against her, feeling her heartbeat against his chest, tugged lightly at her hair. Urged her to want him. Just want him again. "It isn't the same. You can't force me to want you." Anger, frustration simmering in his cold blood. No, he wouldn't force her. She would change her mind, she would see. He scraped his teeth along her, tasted her skin. Ended with a pinch that was more a tease to him than it was anything to her.
She jerked back and away, landing a sharp bite of rebuke at the side of his mouth. Her pretty ears pinned flat to her skull and his eyes fell to her feet, to the darkness coming to life at her will. He backed up, his ears flattend too. Back and back, until he felt the water, until his feet sunk into it with a soft plunk. Flashes of light sparked within her black storm. "That is not how you convince me."
He backed away more, another step. What was this? He didn't like it. But there was still a look in her eyes, still a shadow of heat. He could coax it brighter, he knew he could. "Try harder," she challenged him, and he would. He wanted to. But his clouded gray eyes fell to her feet again, to her legs where the shadow swirled like a living thing and made the water reach further up his legs as he took another step back, sank deeper into the safety of his home.
God, but he ached for her. His teeth throbbed and his throat burned as his gaze slid to her neck. Just a taste, let him have just a taste. It would hurt, but only for a while, only because he didn't have his teeth. It's okay. He could make the pain go away, could fill her mind with other things if she'd rather. He swallowed the saliva pooling eagerly on his tongue, heard a needing growl rumble from his throat.
But that swirling magic, alive and grasping. He backed again, the water up to his chest. And settled himself to watch her and wait. Should he recede and release the weak again? No, not until he fed.
Me first.
So he watched in silence, the hunger still bright in his gray eyes.
He pressed against her, feeling her heartbeat against his chest, tugged lightly at her hair. Urged her to want him. Just want him again. "It isn't the same. You can't force me to want you." Anger, frustration simmering in his cold blood. No, he wouldn't force her. She would change her mind, she would see. He scraped his teeth along her, tasted her skin. Ended with a pinch that was more a tease to him than it was anything to her.
She jerked back and away, landing a sharp bite of rebuke at the side of his mouth. Her pretty ears pinned flat to her skull and his eyes fell to her feet, to the darkness coming to life at her will. He backed up, his ears flattend too. Back and back, until he felt the water, until his feet sunk into it with a soft plunk. Flashes of light sparked within her black storm. "That is not how you convince me."
He backed away more, another step. What was this? He didn't like it. But there was still a look in her eyes, still a shadow of heat. He could coax it brighter, he knew he could. "Try harder," she challenged him, and he would. He wanted to. But his clouded gray eyes fell to her feet again, to her legs where the shadow swirled like a living thing and made the water reach further up his legs as he took another step back, sank deeper into the safety of his home.
God, but he ached for her. His teeth throbbed and his throat burned as his gaze slid to her neck. Just a taste, let him have just a taste. It would hurt, but only for a while, only because he didn't have his teeth. It's okay. He could make the pain go away, could fill her mind with other things if she'd rather. He swallowed the saliva pooling eagerly on his tongue, heard a needing growl rumble from his throat.
But that swirling magic, alive and grasping. He backed again, the water up to his chest. And settled himself to watch her and wait. Should he recede and release the weak again? No, not until he fed.
Me first.
So he watched in silence, the hunger still bright in his gray eyes.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it