Life Blood - Lost - Charlie/Claire
Title: Life Blood
Pairing: Charlie/Claire
Word Count: 870
Rating: PG-13
A/N: At the lostsquee luau, hopelessfangirl requested Charlie/Claire. This is a little vampire AU, which I'm also using for one of my writing_rainbow prompts.
Summary: When Charlie and Claire kiss for the first time, Claire can't stop herself from taking a little bite.
When they first kiss, Claire captures his bottom lip with her mouth. Her teeth scrape against his skin and Charlie shivers, his breath feeling short on instinct. He can't explain why. One of her hands rest on the side of his neck, two fingers on his pulse point as if she's counting the heavy thuds of his heart.
His eyes crack open and he can see her: so close to him, her blonde hair falling like a sunshine waterfall down her back. What makes him startle, though - what makes his heart race - is the colour of her eyes. Black. Black as the jungle's night. She holds his gaze with that inky stare and he hears the whisper of teeth unsheathing rather than seeing it; then he winces as fangs puncture his bottom lip and her tongue chases the dribble of blood that begins to leak out. A choked whimper leaves from the back of his throat, because he doesn't know what is happening here. He can't know.
This is Claire. This is sweet, sunshine-filled Claire - and her eyes are black and her teeth are sharp and she is hungrily sucking blood from his lip in a way that really, really should not turn him on.
You're bloody fucked, mate, he thinks, but he doesn't care enough to try and make her stop.
*
The second time they kiss, her mouth begins to trail towards his neck. "Is this okay?" she whispers with a puff of cold breath against his neck. "Please, Charlie. I won't hurt you. I don't want to hurt you."
He's not scared of that. Her eyes are black once more but he trusts her more than he trusts himself. Regardless of what she is, supernatural or not, Claire is good. He has been able to feel that since the first second they spoke on the beach. He worries, sometimes, about the child growing in her womb - how can a vampire have children? - but Jack says it is fine and that's good enough for him.
Her hand cups the back of his head, supporting him, after he nods and says, "It's okay, Claire. Do what you like." His voice trembles and he's embarassed but the shy turn-up of a smile on Claire's lips is enough to make him forget about that.
"Thank you," she whispers. "Thank you so much."
Her teeth pierce his skin again: the blood flow is much faster this time and he can stop his body from twisting away from her in an attempt to get away - a failed attempt. Her arms, strong beyond their looks, hold him in a grip that nothing could break free from. He pants; his eyes close; she drinks. Her tongue laps at his skin, drinking him down, and he swallows hard against the pain.
He gives her everything he is - because, when it comes to Claire, there has never been any other option for him.
*
"Are you sure you're alright?" Jack asks as his firm hands patch up the wound on Charlie's neck.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's worse than it looks; that's all."
"And how did you say you did it, again?"
"Dunno. Insect bite?"
Charlie thinks that Jack's sceptical eyebrow-raise probably means that he doesn't believe a word of it, but it doesn't matter: his attention has been swallowed by the sight of Claire in the shade, looking out at the sunshine before her. Her skin is a pale white colour, like copier paper.
Vampire, his mind whispers, though it hardly makes sense. She looks like an angel, not a creature of the night.
She looks up at her eyes meet his. He holds her gaze and she is the one to break away - as if embarassed, as if ashamed, by the very sight of the white gauze on Charlie's neck.
*
"I shouldn't be doing this," Claire murmurs. Her fingers, cold and gentle, brush against the tape that holds down the bandage over the wound. "I could really hurt you, Charlie. I could kill you."
"What happens if you don't do it?" he asks, because he can tell that this isn't just the way she gets her jollies. There's more to it than that. A lot more - a whole sodding world more, and it's the kind of world that belongs in fantasy books not in his bloody life. "If you don't drink, I mean? Do you die?"
"Not exactly," she answers. She looks away from him and stares at the blue tarp above them. It blocks out the stars. "It's not like that. We don't die; we just... stop."
"Stop?"
"Sleep." She looks towards him again, and there's a pain in her eyes that he can't understand. That's alright; he doesn't have to understand it, not now, not yet. There is still time.
He unpeels his bandage and pulls the neck of his t-shirt down to give her more room and he nods. "Can't have you drifting off then, can we? Tuck in."
Her hesitation melts away and it isn't long before her teeth break through already healing wounds; it hurts but it's better this time, easier. He closes his eyes and lets her take what she wants, happy to be the one who can provide her with exactly what she needs.
Pairing: Charlie/Claire
Word Count: 870
Rating: PG-13
A/N: At the lostsquee luau, hopelessfangirl requested Charlie/Claire. This is a little vampire AU, which I'm also using for one of my writing_rainbow prompts.
Summary: When Charlie and Claire kiss for the first time, Claire can't stop herself from taking a little bite.
When they first kiss, Claire captures his bottom lip with her mouth. Her teeth scrape against his skin and Charlie shivers, his breath feeling short on instinct. He can't explain why. One of her hands rest on the side of his neck, two fingers on his pulse point as if she's counting the heavy thuds of his heart.
His eyes crack open and he can see her: so close to him, her blonde hair falling like a sunshine waterfall down her back. What makes him startle, though - what makes his heart race - is the colour of her eyes. Black. Black as the jungle's night. She holds his gaze with that inky stare and he hears the whisper of teeth unsheathing rather than seeing it; then he winces as fangs puncture his bottom lip and her tongue chases the dribble of blood that begins to leak out. A choked whimper leaves from the back of his throat, because he doesn't know what is happening here. He can't know.
This is Claire. This is sweet, sunshine-filled Claire - and her eyes are black and her teeth are sharp and she is hungrily sucking blood from his lip in a way that really, really should not turn him on.
You're bloody fucked, mate, he thinks, but he doesn't care enough to try and make her stop.
*
The second time they kiss, her mouth begins to trail towards his neck. "Is this okay?" she whispers with a puff of cold breath against his neck. "Please, Charlie. I won't hurt you. I don't want to hurt you."
He's not scared of that. Her eyes are black once more but he trusts her more than he trusts himself. Regardless of what she is, supernatural or not, Claire is good. He has been able to feel that since the first second they spoke on the beach. He worries, sometimes, about the child growing in her womb - how can a vampire have children? - but Jack says it is fine and that's good enough for him.
Her hand cups the back of his head, supporting him, after he nods and says, "It's okay, Claire. Do what you like." His voice trembles and he's embarassed but the shy turn-up of a smile on Claire's lips is enough to make him forget about that.
"Thank you," she whispers. "Thank you so much."
Her teeth pierce his skin again: the blood flow is much faster this time and he can stop his body from twisting away from her in an attempt to get away - a failed attempt. Her arms, strong beyond their looks, hold him in a grip that nothing could break free from. He pants; his eyes close; she drinks. Her tongue laps at his skin, drinking him down, and he swallows hard against the pain.
He gives her everything he is - because, when it comes to Claire, there has never been any other option for him.
*
"Are you sure you're alright?" Jack asks as his firm hands patch up the wound on Charlie's neck.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's worse than it looks; that's all."
"And how did you say you did it, again?"
"Dunno. Insect bite?"
Charlie thinks that Jack's sceptical eyebrow-raise probably means that he doesn't believe a word of it, but it doesn't matter: his attention has been swallowed by the sight of Claire in the shade, looking out at the sunshine before her. Her skin is a pale white colour, like copier paper.
Vampire, his mind whispers, though it hardly makes sense. She looks like an angel, not a creature of the night.
She looks up at her eyes meet his. He holds her gaze and she is the one to break away - as if embarassed, as if ashamed, by the very sight of the white gauze on Charlie's neck.
*
"I shouldn't be doing this," Claire murmurs. Her fingers, cold and gentle, brush against the tape that holds down the bandage over the wound. "I could really hurt you, Charlie. I could kill you."
"What happens if you don't do it?" he asks, because he can tell that this isn't just the way she gets her jollies. There's more to it than that. A lot more - a whole sodding world more, and it's the kind of world that belongs in fantasy books not in his bloody life. "If you don't drink, I mean? Do you die?"
"Not exactly," she answers. She looks away from him and stares at the blue tarp above them. It blocks out the stars. "It's not like that. We don't die; we just... stop."
"Stop?"
"Sleep." She looks towards him again, and there's a pain in her eyes that he can't understand. That's alright; he doesn't have to understand it, not now, not yet. There is still time.
He unpeels his bandage and pulls the neck of his t-shirt down to give her more room and he nods. "Can't have you drifting off then, can we? Tuck in."
Her hesitation melts away and it isn't long before her teeth break through already healing wounds; it hurts but it's better this time, easier. He closes his eyes and lets her take what she wants, happy to be the one who can provide her with exactly what she needs.