Fic: The Offer (2/?)
Title: The Offer (2/?)
Author: Faithtastic
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Chase gives Krista some encouragement.
Disclaimers: The characters are not mine. Used here only for fun, not profit.
Word count: 1568
Previous: Part 1
A/N: Set post-series.
Chase's hotel suite was ridiculously ostentatious, all overstuffed chairs, chandeliers, gold-leaf detailing and, in the adjoining room, an enormous four poster bed. Clearly Chase had no concept of what 'lying low' actually entailed. Then again, should she really have been surprised? Chase didn't have a discreet bone in her body.
Still, the view was impressive. Krista sauntered over to the window and looked out at the sprawling cityscape. The city was waking up, the sky's inky darkness retreating slowly from the sun, which was just beginning to crest on the horizon. Briefly, she touched the glass. It was cold but she tried to remember what if felt like to be warmed by the sun. She was beginning to forget what the world looked like bathed in daylight, as if her life prior to being turned was some kind of distant dream. With some reluctance she pulled the heavy black drapes closed, shutting out the encroaching dawn.
Chase was busying herself on the other side of the room. She poured herself a glass of blood from a decanter then glanced over her shoulder at Krista. "I'd offer you a drink but I assume you're still polluting yourself with that vile concoction?"
Actually, Krista had been forced to expand her palate in the past few months. Deliveries of the serum from Shen were irregular since she had to keep changing address so she'd taken to visiting abattoirs when she was running low on supplies. It wasn't pleasant but it meant the difference between snacking on strangers and not.
"I get by."
Bringing the glass to her lips, Chase watched Krista over the rim as she took a sip. She made sure that Krista could see was enjoying every drop of it.
"You look hungry. Have you fed tonight?"
"No but I'll live."
Chase made an admonishing noise. She approached Krista and held out the glass. "Drink. It's from a blood bank. And don't worry, darling, it was volunteered willingly so you needn't worry about tarnishing your halo."
In such close proximity - Chase had practically shoved the glass under her nose - the scent of blood was making her head swim. "All the same, no."
A pitying look was directed her way before Chase drained the glass herself. "I do understand, you know. You aren't the first turnblood that's tried to cling desperately onto their old life, some vestige of humanity. But, in the end, it's a futile struggle. Those that don't accept their fate and adapt, they perish one way or another."
Chase deposited the glass on a nearby table and returned to Krista. "Let me put it another way: a vampire who doesn't drink human blood is like sex without an orgasm. Enjoyable for a while but sort of pointless and unfulfilling."
"And while we're on the subject of sex," Chase said, reaching up to curl her hand around the back of Krista's neck, urging her head forward, "let's pick up where we left off, shall we?"
The blonde brought her mouth to Krista's and kissed her, hard. When lips parted reflexively Chase used the opportunity to drive her tongue inside Krista's mouth, exploring that space with thorough attention. With hard hips and soft breasts crushed against her in all the right places, Krista gripped the other woman by the waist, fingers edging under the hem of Chase's shirt to touch the skin underneath. Krista's hands were cool and, having fed recently, Chase's skin felt feverishly warm by comparison.
Chase tasted of blood, the thick, metallic flavour lingering in Krista's mouth as Chase's tongue slid against her own. Torn between recoiling in disgust and greedily wanting more, Krista broke off the kiss.
Breathing unevenly, Chase drew back, a questioning look in her eyes. With her slightly mussed hair and kiss-swollen lips, Chase had never looked more alluring. The whole image telegraphed an immediate jolt right to Krista's groin. Something within her unravelled then and she forcibly shoved Chase up against the nearest wall, pinning her with her own body.
Pleased by this sudden aggression and with herself for evoking it, Chase smiled. "Yes. Now you're getting it, Krista. You're a predator, not prey. Follow your instincts."
"My instincts are telling me that you need to stop talking."
And, really, there was no better way to silence Chase than with her lips. So she did, kissing Chase with an urgency that made Chase scratch distractedly at the base of Krista's skull. The blonde's other hand slipped under Krista's sweater, gliding over her stomach and up to cup her bra-covered breast.
When Chase gave a sudden, sharp squeeze, Krista hissed and felt Chase smirk against her lips. She should've known Chase wouldn't play fair - even this was about one-upmanship.
"I want you naked, right now." The blonde said against Krista's mouth. Her tone brooked no argument, not that Krista was currently inclined to disagree. Chase helped her shed her jacket, tossing it onto the floor, and it was quickly followed by her sweater. Soon deft hands had her belt unbuckled and her jeans around her ankles. Meanwhile Chase was still fully clothed, looking at Krista, standing there in her underwear, like she was all-you-can-eat buffet.
It was time to even things up. Grabbing Chase by the upper arms, she practically threw the blonde across the room and onto a nearby sofa. A low growl escaped from Chase's throat as Krista stalked towards her. Chase's penetrating stare travelled up her body, making Krista's skin prickle with heat. It was hardly the first time she been near-nude around Chase - it was almost an unspoken rule between them - but on this occasion she felt powerful. She had something Chase wanted and she'd be damned if she wasn't going to make Chase work for it.
Krista stopped beside the sofa, a few scant inches from Chase's feet, and reached one arm behind herself for the clasp of her bra. Chase propped herself up on her elbows to get a better view, a leer on her face.
Seeing that she had a captive audience, Krista paused, not yet popping the clasp.
"Not having second thoughts are we?" Chase smirked, only half-mockingly. "It's a little late to cling to the claim of heterosexuality when your tongue's been in my mouth."
"No," Krista said with a smirk of her own. She unhooked her bra and slowly pushed the straps off her shoulders until the material fell away. Under Chase's frank and appreciative gaze, she felt her nipples tighten.
The tip of Chase's tongue darted out to moisten her lips. "And the rest."
"First, tell me how much you want me."
Chase's eyes met her own, staring her down for a few moments. Krista made no move to undress further as she waited for Chase's response.
"Take off your panties."
"No. Tell me."
The blonde gave a solicitous smile. "I'd much rather show you."
Chase rose and slowly unbuttoned her pants. She took Krista's hand and placed it just below the waistband of her underwear. As Krista's fingers dipped lower, coming into contact with wetness, Chase's eyes fluttered shut for a moment. Still gripping Krista by the wrist, Chase slipped her free hand inside Krista's panties and found the same spot, mirroring Krista's exploratory movements. By the appreciative sound that came from Chase, Krista knew she was just as aroused as the blonde.
"Does that answer your question?" Chase said, her lips almost touching Krista's but not quite.
"I don't know," Krista said, anticipation making her voice waver slightly as Chase's fingers hovered just over the entrance to her pussy. She wanted Chase inside but, damn it, she was not going to beg. "Maybe you need to spell it out for me."
Finally, Chase brought their mouths together in a bruising kiss, teeth raking over Krista's lower lip as she entered Krista with two fingers. Not to be outdone, Krista copied Chase's actions although the confines of clothing made it difficult to manoeuvre. Immediately her thumb sought Chase's clit, working the hard bundle indelicately as her digits pistoned inside. It was a little rougher than she herself would've liked but, judging by the harsh moans that punctuated the kissing, it was hitting the spot. The blonde's other hand left Krista's wrist to tangle in her hair, nails digging almost painfully into her scalp as they fucked in tandem, matching each others unrelenting strokes.
Fuck, she was close. But Krista didn't want to be the one to break first. So she dropped her mouth to the swell of Chase's breast - as usual Chase was wearing something low-cut and cleavage-y - and sank her sharp teeth into the plump skin there. A warm gush of blood met her tongue and she sucked greedily while twisting her fingers and pressing down firmly with her thumb on Chase's clit. The combination of the two forced Chase over the edge and she came with a very high, very loud gasp. That simple but very evocative sound was enough to bring about Krista's own shuddering, silent orgasm only a minute later.
"I always thought you'd be a screamer," Chase said a little breathlessly, extracting her fingers from Krista's panties and bringing them to her mouth to lick clean. "Shame. You were quiet as a dormouse."
Krista's eyebrow rose. "Maybe you just haven't pressed the right buttons yet."
At that, Chase pursed her lips. That was a gauntlet being thrown down, if ever there was one.
******
To be continued
Author: Faithtastic
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Chase gives Krista some encouragement.
Disclaimers: The characters are not mine. Used here only for fun, not profit.
Word count: 1568
Previous: Part 1
A/N: Set post-series.
Chase's hotel suite was ridiculously ostentatious, all overstuffed chairs, chandeliers, gold-leaf detailing and, in the adjoining room, an enormous four poster bed. Clearly Chase had no concept of what 'lying low' actually entailed. Then again, should she really have been surprised? Chase didn't have a discreet bone in her body.
Still, the view was impressive. Krista sauntered over to the window and looked out at the sprawling cityscape. The city was waking up, the sky's inky darkness retreating slowly from the sun, which was just beginning to crest on the horizon. Briefly, she touched the glass. It was cold but she tried to remember what if felt like to be warmed by the sun. She was beginning to forget what the world looked like bathed in daylight, as if her life prior to being turned was some kind of distant dream. With some reluctance she pulled the heavy black drapes closed, shutting out the encroaching dawn.
Chase was busying herself on the other side of the room. She poured herself a glass of blood from a decanter then glanced over her shoulder at Krista. "I'd offer you a drink but I assume you're still polluting yourself with that vile concoction?"
Actually, Krista had been forced to expand her palate in the past few months. Deliveries of the serum from Shen were irregular since she had to keep changing address so she'd taken to visiting abattoirs when she was running low on supplies. It wasn't pleasant but it meant the difference between snacking on strangers and not.
"I get by."
Bringing the glass to her lips, Chase watched Krista over the rim as she took a sip. She made sure that Krista could see was enjoying every drop of it.
"You look hungry. Have you fed tonight?"
"No but I'll live."
Chase made an admonishing noise. She approached Krista and held out the glass. "Drink. It's from a blood bank. And don't worry, darling, it was volunteered willingly so you needn't worry about tarnishing your halo."
In such close proximity - Chase had practically shoved the glass under her nose - the scent of blood was making her head swim. "All the same, no."
A pitying look was directed her way before Chase drained the glass herself. "I do understand, you know. You aren't the first turnblood that's tried to cling desperately onto their old life, some vestige of humanity. But, in the end, it's a futile struggle. Those that don't accept their fate and adapt, they perish one way or another."
Chase deposited the glass on a nearby table and returned to Krista. "Let me put it another way: a vampire who doesn't drink human blood is like sex without an orgasm. Enjoyable for a while but sort of pointless and unfulfilling."
"And while we're on the subject of sex," Chase said, reaching up to curl her hand around the back of Krista's neck, urging her head forward, "let's pick up where we left off, shall we?"
The blonde brought her mouth to Krista's and kissed her, hard. When lips parted reflexively Chase used the opportunity to drive her tongue inside Krista's mouth, exploring that space with thorough attention. With hard hips and soft breasts crushed against her in all the right places, Krista gripped the other woman by the waist, fingers edging under the hem of Chase's shirt to touch the skin underneath. Krista's hands were cool and, having fed recently, Chase's skin felt feverishly warm by comparison.
Chase tasted of blood, the thick, metallic flavour lingering in Krista's mouth as Chase's tongue slid against her own. Torn between recoiling in disgust and greedily wanting more, Krista broke off the kiss.
Breathing unevenly, Chase drew back, a questioning look in her eyes. With her slightly mussed hair and kiss-swollen lips, Chase had never looked more alluring. The whole image telegraphed an immediate jolt right to Krista's groin. Something within her unravelled then and she forcibly shoved Chase up against the nearest wall, pinning her with her own body.
Pleased by this sudden aggression and with herself for evoking it, Chase smiled. "Yes. Now you're getting it, Krista. You're a predator, not prey. Follow your instincts."
"My instincts are telling me that you need to stop talking."
And, really, there was no better way to silence Chase than with her lips. So she did, kissing Chase with an urgency that made Chase scratch distractedly at the base of Krista's skull. The blonde's other hand slipped under Krista's sweater, gliding over her stomach and up to cup her bra-covered breast.
When Chase gave a sudden, sharp squeeze, Krista hissed and felt Chase smirk against her lips. She should've known Chase wouldn't play fair - even this was about one-upmanship.
"I want you naked, right now." The blonde said against Krista's mouth. Her tone brooked no argument, not that Krista was currently inclined to disagree. Chase helped her shed her jacket, tossing it onto the floor, and it was quickly followed by her sweater. Soon deft hands had her belt unbuckled and her jeans around her ankles. Meanwhile Chase was still fully clothed, looking at Krista, standing there in her underwear, like she was all-you-can-eat buffet.
It was time to even things up. Grabbing Chase by the upper arms, she practically threw the blonde across the room and onto a nearby sofa. A low growl escaped from Chase's throat as Krista stalked towards her. Chase's penetrating stare travelled up her body, making Krista's skin prickle with heat. It was hardly the first time she been near-nude around Chase - it was almost an unspoken rule between them - but on this occasion she felt powerful. She had something Chase wanted and she'd be damned if she wasn't going to make Chase work for it.
Krista stopped beside the sofa, a few scant inches from Chase's feet, and reached one arm behind herself for the clasp of her bra. Chase propped herself up on her elbows to get a better view, a leer on her face.
Seeing that she had a captive audience, Krista paused, not yet popping the clasp.
"Not having second thoughts are we?" Chase smirked, only half-mockingly. "It's a little late to cling to the claim of heterosexuality when your tongue's been in my mouth."
"No," Krista said with a smirk of her own. She unhooked her bra and slowly pushed the straps off her shoulders until the material fell away. Under Chase's frank and appreciative gaze, she felt her nipples tighten.
The tip of Chase's tongue darted out to moisten her lips. "And the rest."
"First, tell me how much you want me."
Chase's eyes met her own, staring her down for a few moments. Krista made no move to undress further as she waited for Chase's response.
"Take off your panties."
"No. Tell me."
The blonde gave a solicitous smile. "I'd much rather show you."
Chase rose and slowly unbuttoned her pants. She took Krista's hand and placed it just below the waistband of her underwear. As Krista's fingers dipped lower, coming into contact with wetness, Chase's eyes fluttered shut for a moment. Still gripping Krista by the wrist, Chase slipped her free hand inside Krista's panties and found the same spot, mirroring Krista's exploratory movements. By the appreciative sound that came from Chase, Krista knew she was just as aroused as the blonde.
"Does that answer your question?" Chase said, her lips almost touching Krista's but not quite.
"I don't know," Krista said, anticipation making her voice waver slightly as Chase's fingers hovered just over the entrance to her pussy. She wanted Chase inside but, damn it, she was not going to beg. "Maybe you need to spell it out for me."
Finally, Chase brought their mouths together in a bruising kiss, teeth raking over Krista's lower lip as she entered Krista with two fingers. Not to be outdone, Krista copied Chase's actions although the confines of clothing made it difficult to manoeuvre. Immediately her thumb sought Chase's clit, working the hard bundle indelicately as her digits pistoned inside. It was a little rougher than she herself would've liked but, judging by the harsh moans that punctuated the kissing, it was hitting the spot. The blonde's other hand left Krista's wrist to tangle in her hair, nails digging almost painfully into her scalp as they fucked in tandem, matching each others unrelenting strokes.
Fuck, she was close. But Krista didn't want to be the one to break first. So she dropped her mouth to the swell of Chase's breast - as usual Chase was wearing something low-cut and cleavage-y - and sank her sharp teeth into the plump skin there. A warm gush of blood met her tongue and she sucked greedily while twisting her fingers and pressing down firmly with her thumb on Chase's clit. The combination of the two forced Chase over the edge and she came with a very high, very loud gasp. That simple but very evocative sound was enough to bring about Krista's own shuddering, silent orgasm only a minute later.
"I always thought you'd be a screamer," Chase said a little breathlessly, extracting her fingers from Krista's panties and bringing them to her mouth to lick clean. "Shame. You were quiet as a dormouse."
Krista's eyebrow rose. "Maybe you just haven't pressed the right buttons yet."
At that, Chase pursed her lips. That was a gauntlet being thrown down, if ever there was one.
******
To be continued