Snack Time
Who: Lucrezia Noin, Folken
When Tuesday of Vampire Week
Summary Noin and Folken run into each other in the hallways and it leads to nomming.
RatingPG
Warnings Vampireism and snacking.
Noin sighed as she stepped out of her room. She didn't exactly understand what had happened the previous day, but she knew that she shouldn't be heading out alone. She didn't seem to care that much. She could still fight if she had to. She was hungry though and there was a lot better food in the cafeteria right now than they had the previous week. At least the sandwiches had some taste to them. The protein bars tasted like cardboard. She was used to that kind of thing though, she was once a soldier. She kept her guard up as she walked along, not wanting to get jumped again.
At the same time, Folken was approaching the cafeteria door from Tsunade's suite. He had steeled himself through most of the day, berating his foolish pride internally until he finally managed to take the first steps out of the room to go and find the man with the regenerative abilities and the ever so generous offers. He needed to drink in order to function rationally. Better to harm his pride voluntarily then to harm it by losing control again.
His nostrils twitched. A prey-person, their scent wafting through the hallway, was close by. His eyes focussed on her, a crop-haired, short woman in androgynous clothing and with a soldierly manner, her neck and collar bone exposed so temptingly to his sight. His mouth began watering again. Oh, he shouldn't have left it so long before coming down to feed. Carefully, he walked towards the door, his eyes fixed on her, hoping to walk past in order to reach the sure offer of blood.
Noin glanced at Folken as she walked into the cafeteria. She wasn't sure if he was a vampire or not. She didn't seem to be bothered that much either way. She had slept well the previous night and she knew that she shouldn't have gone out alone, but she didn't want to bother Duo, Trowa, or Quatre. She hadn't heard anything from Heero and she was sure that the Doctors had done something to him. She gave Folken a slight nod in greeting as she stepped inside, her mind on other things as she went to find a sandwich and something to drink. She hadn't noticed that Folken was eyeing her like a meal.
She sat down with her sandwich and bottle of water and started to eat, her mind still running through what had happened so far. They were all being watched and there had to be some other computer system that she couldn't get into, at least, not yet. She just needed time.
Folken stood at the door a moment after Noin had passed, his hands clenching, his eyes closed as he sought to calm himself. He ought to... find that man, whatever his name was, the man with the blood...
When he looked over at her he could see her pulse beating softly in her neck. He licked his lips and made an abrupt decision. Striding over to stand beside her, he looked down, his eyes intense in his blank face.
"My Lady, this is incredibly rude of me, I know, but I humbly beg that you would allow me to partake of a small meal from you." His voice was smooth and deep, filled with the practiced courtesy of a trained diplomat. Despite his stillness, his body seemed to buzz with the tenseness of a predator about to spring. If she refused, it would be an effort to leave. But fortune favoured the bold, so they said. He awaited her answer.
Noin was snapped out of her thoughts as she heard someone talking to her. She looked up at Folken for a moment, listening to what he asked. So he was a vampire, but he was a lot more polite than the one that had bitten her the previous day. This one at least asked if she would give some blood instead of just jumping her and trying to take without asking. His voice reminded her of Treize, an old friend and teacher of hers. He had died in battle not long before she arrived here. She set her food aside, smiling a little bit at Folken.
"I don't think I've meet someone as polite as you are," she started, "I'm Lucrezia Noin and yes, you can have some of my blood." He looked like he was having a hard time controling himself and she knew that it wouldn't be a good idea to deny him. She wanted to help otherse out while she was here anyway. It was always better to make friends than enemies in a place like this. They could always work together on things later and possibly try and find a way out of this place.
Folken inclined his head gracefully towards Noin, acknowledging her generosity with a gesture from his royal childhood.
"Folken Lacour de Fanel." He replied, giving his own name in return. "And I owe you a debt for your kindness. Is there somewhere more discreet you would be willing to retire to? I can also tend to the wound after the feeding is complete, if you wish." He would have offered to fetch her a cup and a blade, in order to eliminate the need for contact at all, but he very much doubted that he would be able to control himself at the sight and smell of the blood. At this moment, the anticipation of feeding, the sheer scent of her and the stomach-dropping trepidation at the intensity of the entire affair were making him near quiver.
"It is nice meeting you, Folken." She said with a slight smile. She didn't mind helping people out, it's a part of what she did as a Preventer. "We could go to my room. It would probably be the best place to be afterwords." She needed to bring some regular food back with her for after he fed. She would need it. She had donated blood before, after the war had ended and some solid food was always good to have after the fact.
"It's not very far. Just let me bring some food back for once we're done." She picked up another sandwich and grabbed her bottle of water before motioning for him to follow.
Folken stopped by the first aid kit to take a bundle of bandages and followed, inwardly pleased by her friendly demeanour. In this place, with the inhabitants from so many varying cultures, it was difficult at times to judge how a person would react to an approach. But it seemed with this young woman that he'd stuck lucky.
He kept close behind her as they walked the short distance into Suite 4, her scent alluring enough that he found it difficult to stick to a polite distance. Was it an instinct to prevent the prey escaping? Folken would have to analyse it later, when he was less distracted.
At the door of her room he hesitated, taking a steadying breath. He could not in good conscience go through with this without giving the other some warning.
"Lucrezia. I must warn you, once I begin to feed I do not believe I will be able to stop until I have taken at least a few mouthfuls. If you are at all hesitant, you should run, now. The experience is... intense." The prickling guilt at seeking such fulfillment from another woman rather than his Tsunade, even if this was not precisely sexual, was the only thing that kept him speaking, the only thing that kept him from grabbing her shoulders at this moment and hoisting her up to sink his teeth into her flesh.
"This isn't the first time that I've done this." She said, looking back at him as she sat down on the edge of her bed. Though yesterday someone had just jumped her, she didn't know the name of the woman, but she came apart easy enough. "And I don't think I could outrun you. I may be able to get past you, but outrun you? I'm not sure." She had kept up her physical training, even after the war ended and she was still in good shape.
She took a breath and looked back at him. "I've already gone this far. I might as well finish what I started." She wasn't the kind of person to back down from something she started. She would see this through.
Folken nodded and stepped into the room, moving surprisingly quietly for such a large man, pushing the door shut. He stopped. He breathed. Slowly, he opened his tattooed lids and looked at her. And then he moved.
It was with a sudden burst of motion that he propelled himself across the room to Noin's position, gripping her upper arms as he pushed her backwards, lunging open-mouthed for her neck. His fangs sank into her pulse point and his mouth was filled with rich, sweet sustenance. His deep voice vibrated in his chest as he drank, pinning the smaller body beneath him.
He was overwhelmed.
He was fast, she didn't have time to brace herself as she was grabbed. She winced as fangs sank into her neck, but it didn't hurt near as much this time. She had been expecting a bite both times, but things were a bit different now. She closed her eyes and tilted her head a little bit, trying to help ease the pain in her neck. The pain wouldn't last too long, but he was sure going to leave a mark on her neck after he was done. Duo was going to tease her about this for a while, but she didn't care. As long as she could help someone, she was fine with a hicky.
Folken pulled his mouth back slightly from the wound, his long teeth sliding out. He no longer needed to bite, as the blood was flowing strong and steady, deep red against her pale skin. His tongue licked up long streaks that had escaped his mouth before clamping once more on the wound, suckling at the wound in an unconscious parody of a lover. His body was flexing over hers, feet braced on the floor scraping as he pushed himself down harder, fingers tightening against her arms as he quenched his deep thirst.
A small sound escaped Noin's throat as he continued to drink from the wound. He was strong and so far he hadn't really hurt her, but she was starting to get a little bit light headed. She just kept her eyes closed and her head tilted to the side so that he could drink better. She knew she was going to be out cold for a while after this. She knew she wouldn't be going out of her room so she didn't have to worry about anyone else trying to jump her since she would probably smell like fresh blood.
It was not long before Folken's first wave of hunger was sated and he was able to regain enough of his mind to take in the situation. His hands released their bruising hold, stroking at her arms in a silent apology. With a sigh, he shifted, rolling his weight so that he was resting next to her, his head still leaning in the crook of her neck. He could feel from the beating of her heart that she was beginning to get somewhat dizzy, so he contented himself with licking at the rivulets of blood, leaving the wound alone so that it could begin to clog.
"Lucrezia." He said softly between his licks, his eyes still half lidded from the pleasure of drinking. "My apologies for the force used. I should be finished shortly."
"It's all right." She said, her eyes still closed. "I'll heal."
The bruises would fade, but the friends she had here would probably be rather concerned for her. She could take care of herself and they had enough to worry about. She shifted slightly, trying to get a bit more comfortable as he continued to lick at her neck.
Folken lifted his chin at her shifting, settling his large head by her shoulder once more to savour the taste, his licking slowing as the flow became more sluggish.
"That is true. The wound is clogging already." Folken murmured, his left, flesh arm wrapping round her carefully to stroke at her shoulder, soothing in time with his his feeding. His returning thoughts were reminding him it would be a very good idea to make sure there was at least one donor who thought feeding him was not too unpleasant an experience, if only to ensure a continuing supply of blood, or, failing that, not too bad a reputation.
Finally, the flow stopped. Folken leaned in closer, lipping over the remaining trickles, sweeping up stray droplets into his mouth, careful not to disturb the wound itself. His body rested next to hers, sated by the blood, loathe to move. He let his head dropped quietly to the bedding and watched her through half open eyes.
"I'm," she paused a moment to cover a small yawn, "A bit tired now. I hope you're all right."
She opened her eyes up a little bit and gave him a slight smile before closing them again. She didn't know how much longer she would be awake, she was already starting to doze off in his arms. It had been a long time since she had been held by anyone and despite the vampireism, he was rather warm. She got comfortable and started to doze off. "I'm just going to take a nap now."
Folken was slightly perturbed by the woman settling against him so easily, coming from a land where interactions between the opposite sex were expected to be far more formal, but given what she had paid to ensure his continuing sanity and the fact that she seemed to think him trustworthy enough to sleep by, he gave a mental shrug and simply lay close, holding her.
"I am fine now." He answered. "Thank you, once again." He had no plans to be there when she awoke, but lying here, now, with a warm body in against him, it was comforting. His hand idly stroked her short hair, smoothing it against her skull. " Sleep for as long as you need to."
Noin came from a time whrere things weren't so formal and she didn't have a problem dozing off next to him. He had taken a good amount of blood and she knew that she wouldn't be moving for a while. She nodded a little bit as he started to stroke her hair and continued to doze off.
Folken waited until Noin's breathing slowed into the steady rhythm of sleep before letting his hand still. Even then, he did not move for another half hour, until he was sure that she wasn't in any danger from bloodloss and that her sleep was deep enough that he could move. Slowly, he slid from the bed, pulling himself a way from the warmth, despite the temptation to join her in rest. He tucked a blanket around her to ward her from the cold and left silently, keeping a careful eye out for any who might spot his emergence and make the wrong assumption. The last thing he wanted to do was sully the lady's reputation after her kind help.
With food and juice in hand from the cafeteria, he made his way back to his self-imposed guard post outside Tsunade's room, his heart beating stronger with the new blood in his veins. For another day at least, he would not be a danger to her, which was a small comfort, along with the thought that he had, perhaps, made a friend.
When Tuesday of Vampire Week
Summary Noin and Folken run into each other in the hallways and it leads to nomming.
RatingPG
Warnings Vampireism and snacking.
Noin sighed as she stepped out of her room. She didn't exactly understand what had happened the previous day, but she knew that she shouldn't be heading out alone. She didn't seem to care that much. She could still fight if she had to. She was hungry though and there was a lot better food in the cafeteria right now than they had the previous week. At least the sandwiches had some taste to them. The protein bars tasted like cardboard. She was used to that kind of thing though, she was once a soldier. She kept her guard up as she walked along, not wanting to get jumped again.
At the same time, Folken was approaching the cafeteria door from Tsunade's suite. He had steeled himself through most of the day, berating his foolish pride internally until he finally managed to take the first steps out of the room to go and find the man with the regenerative abilities and the ever so generous offers. He needed to drink in order to function rationally. Better to harm his pride voluntarily then to harm it by losing control again.
His nostrils twitched. A prey-person, their scent wafting through the hallway, was close by. His eyes focussed on her, a crop-haired, short woman in androgynous clothing and with a soldierly manner, her neck and collar bone exposed so temptingly to his sight. His mouth began watering again. Oh, he shouldn't have left it so long before coming down to feed. Carefully, he walked towards the door, his eyes fixed on her, hoping to walk past in order to reach the sure offer of blood.
Noin glanced at Folken as she walked into the cafeteria. She wasn't sure if he was a vampire or not. She didn't seem to be bothered that much either way. She had slept well the previous night and she knew that she shouldn't have gone out alone, but she didn't want to bother Duo, Trowa, or Quatre. She hadn't heard anything from Heero and she was sure that the Doctors had done something to him. She gave Folken a slight nod in greeting as she stepped inside, her mind on other things as she went to find a sandwich and something to drink. She hadn't noticed that Folken was eyeing her like a meal.
She sat down with her sandwich and bottle of water and started to eat, her mind still running through what had happened so far. They were all being watched and there had to be some other computer system that she couldn't get into, at least, not yet. She just needed time.
Folken stood at the door a moment after Noin had passed, his hands clenching, his eyes closed as he sought to calm himself. He ought to... find that man, whatever his name was, the man with the blood...
When he looked over at her he could see her pulse beating softly in her neck. He licked his lips and made an abrupt decision. Striding over to stand beside her, he looked down, his eyes intense in his blank face.
"My Lady, this is incredibly rude of me, I know, but I humbly beg that you would allow me to partake of a small meal from you." His voice was smooth and deep, filled with the practiced courtesy of a trained diplomat. Despite his stillness, his body seemed to buzz with the tenseness of a predator about to spring. If she refused, it would be an effort to leave. But fortune favoured the bold, so they said. He awaited her answer.
Noin was snapped out of her thoughts as she heard someone talking to her. She looked up at Folken for a moment, listening to what he asked. So he was a vampire, but he was a lot more polite than the one that had bitten her the previous day. This one at least asked if she would give some blood instead of just jumping her and trying to take without asking. His voice reminded her of Treize, an old friend and teacher of hers. He had died in battle not long before she arrived here. She set her food aside, smiling a little bit at Folken.
"I don't think I've meet someone as polite as you are," she started, "I'm Lucrezia Noin and yes, you can have some of my blood." He looked like he was having a hard time controling himself and she knew that it wouldn't be a good idea to deny him. She wanted to help otherse out while she was here anyway. It was always better to make friends than enemies in a place like this. They could always work together on things later and possibly try and find a way out of this place.
Folken inclined his head gracefully towards Noin, acknowledging her generosity with a gesture from his royal childhood.
"Folken Lacour de Fanel." He replied, giving his own name in return. "And I owe you a debt for your kindness. Is there somewhere more discreet you would be willing to retire to? I can also tend to the wound after the feeding is complete, if you wish." He would have offered to fetch her a cup and a blade, in order to eliminate the need for contact at all, but he very much doubted that he would be able to control himself at the sight and smell of the blood. At this moment, the anticipation of feeding, the sheer scent of her and the stomach-dropping trepidation at the intensity of the entire affair were making him near quiver.
"It is nice meeting you, Folken." She said with a slight smile. She didn't mind helping people out, it's a part of what she did as a Preventer. "We could go to my room. It would probably be the best place to be afterwords." She needed to bring some regular food back with her for after he fed. She would need it. She had donated blood before, after the war had ended and some solid food was always good to have after the fact.
"It's not very far. Just let me bring some food back for once we're done." She picked up another sandwich and grabbed her bottle of water before motioning for him to follow.
Folken stopped by the first aid kit to take a bundle of bandages and followed, inwardly pleased by her friendly demeanour. In this place, with the inhabitants from so many varying cultures, it was difficult at times to judge how a person would react to an approach. But it seemed with this young woman that he'd stuck lucky.
He kept close behind her as they walked the short distance into Suite 4, her scent alluring enough that he found it difficult to stick to a polite distance. Was it an instinct to prevent the prey escaping? Folken would have to analyse it later, when he was less distracted.
At the door of her room he hesitated, taking a steadying breath. He could not in good conscience go through with this without giving the other some warning.
"Lucrezia. I must warn you, once I begin to feed I do not believe I will be able to stop until I have taken at least a few mouthfuls. If you are at all hesitant, you should run, now. The experience is... intense." The prickling guilt at seeking such fulfillment from another woman rather than his Tsunade, even if this was not precisely sexual, was the only thing that kept him speaking, the only thing that kept him from grabbing her shoulders at this moment and hoisting her up to sink his teeth into her flesh.
"This isn't the first time that I've done this." She said, looking back at him as she sat down on the edge of her bed. Though yesterday someone had just jumped her, she didn't know the name of the woman, but she came apart easy enough. "And I don't think I could outrun you. I may be able to get past you, but outrun you? I'm not sure." She had kept up her physical training, even after the war ended and she was still in good shape.
She took a breath and looked back at him. "I've already gone this far. I might as well finish what I started." She wasn't the kind of person to back down from something she started. She would see this through.
Folken nodded and stepped into the room, moving surprisingly quietly for such a large man, pushing the door shut. He stopped. He breathed. Slowly, he opened his tattooed lids and looked at her. And then he moved.
It was with a sudden burst of motion that he propelled himself across the room to Noin's position, gripping her upper arms as he pushed her backwards, lunging open-mouthed for her neck. His fangs sank into her pulse point and his mouth was filled with rich, sweet sustenance. His deep voice vibrated in his chest as he drank, pinning the smaller body beneath him.
He was overwhelmed.
He was fast, she didn't have time to brace herself as she was grabbed. She winced as fangs sank into her neck, but it didn't hurt near as much this time. She had been expecting a bite both times, but things were a bit different now. She closed her eyes and tilted her head a little bit, trying to help ease the pain in her neck. The pain wouldn't last too long, but he was sure going to leave a mark on her neck after he was done. Duo was going to tease her about this for a while, but she didn't care. As long as she could help someone, she was fine with a hicky.
Folken pulled his mouth back slightly from the wound, his long teeth sliding out. He no longer needed to bite, as the blood was flowing strong and steady, deep red against her pale skin. His tongue licked up long streaks that had escaped his mouth before clamping once more on the wound, suckling at the wound in an unconscious parody of a lover. His body was flexing over hers, feet braced on the floor scraping as he pushed himself down harder, fingers tightening against her arms as he quenched his deep thirst.
A small sound escaped Noin's throat as he continued to drink from the wound. He was strong and so far he hadn't really hurt her, but she was starting to get a little bit light headed. She just kept her eyes closed and her head tilted to the side so that he could drink better. She knew she was going to be out cold for a while after this. She knew she wouldn't be going out of her room so she didn't have to worry about anyone else trying to jump her since she would probably smell like fresh blood.
It was not long before Folken's first wave of hunger was sated and he was able to regain enough of his mind to take in the situation. His hands released their bruising hold, stroking at her arms in a silent apology. With a sigh, he shifted, rolling his weight so that he was resting next to her, his head still leaning in the crook of her neck. He could feel from the beating of her heart that she was beginning to get somewhat dizzy, so he contented himself with licking at the rivulets of blood, leaving the wound alone so that it could begin to clog.
"Lucrezia." He said softly between his licks, his eyes still half lidded from the pleasure of drinking. "My apologies for the force used. I should be finished shortly."
"It's all right." She said, her eyes still closed. "I'll heal."
The bruises would fade, but the friends she had here would probably be rather concerned for her. She could take care of herself and they had enough to worry about. She shifted slightly, trying to get a bit more comfortable as he continued to lick at her neck.
Folken lifted his chin at her shifting, settling his large head by her shoulder once more to savour the taste, his licking slowing as the flow became more sluggish.
"That is true. The wound is clogging already." Folken murmured, his left, flesh arm wrapping round her carefully to stroke at her shoulder, soothing in time with his his feeding. His returning thoughts were reminding him it would be a very good idea to make sure there was at least one donor who thought feeding him was not too unpleasant an experience, if only to ensure a continuing supply of blood, or, failing that, not too bad a reputation.
Finally, the flow stopped. Folken leaned in closer, lipping over the remaining trickles, sweeping up stray droplets into his mouth, careful not to disturb the wound itself. His body rested next to hers, sated by the blood, loathe to move. He let his head dropped quietly to the bedding and watched her through half open eyes.
"I'm," she paused a moment to cover a small yawn, "A bit tired now. I hope you're all right."
She opened her eyes up a little bit and gave him a slight smile before closing them again. She didn't know how much longer she would be awake, she was already starting to doze off in his arms. It had been a long time since she had been held by anyone and despite the vampireism, he was rather warm. She got comfortable and started to doze off. "I'm just going to take a nap now."
Folken was slightly perturbed by the woman settling against him so easily, coming from a land where interactions between the opposite sex were expected to be far more formal, but given what she had paid to ensure his continuing sanity and the fact that she seemed to think him trustworthy enough to sleep by, he gave a mental shrug and simply lay close, holding her.
"I am fine now." He answered. "Thank you, once again." He had no plans to be there when she awoke, but lying here, now, with a warm body in against him, it was comforting. His hand idly stroked her short hair, smoothing it against her skull. " Sleep for as long as you need to."
Noin came from a time whrere things weren't so formal and she didn't have a problem dozing off next to him. He had taken a good amount of blood and she knew that she wouldn't be moving for a while. She nodded a little bit as he started to stroke her hair and continued to doze off.
Folken waited until Noin's breathing slowed into the steady rhythm of sleep before letting his hand still. Even then, he did not move for another half hour, until he was sure that she wasn't in any danger from bloodloss and that her sleep was deep enough that he could move. Slowly, he slid from the bed, pulling himself a way from the warmth, despite the temptation to join her in rest. He tucked a blanket around her to ward her from the cold and left silently, keeping a careful eye out for any who might spot his emergence and make the wrong assumption. The last thing he wanted to do was sully the lady's reputation after her kind help.
With food and juice in hand from the cafeteria, he made his way back to his self-imposed guard post outside Tsunade's room, his heart beating stronger with the new blood in his veins. For another day at least, he would not be a danger to her, which was a small comfort, along with the thought that he had, perhaps, made a friend.