Stay Close to Me - Bound series 2/?
Title: Stay Close to Me
Pairing/Characters: Prowl/Jazz
Rating: R; NC-17 in the last-third
Warnings: human femslash, heavily implied oral sex, blood-letting, vampirism
Summary: Prowl and Jazz are still trying to deal with Prowl's vampiric tendencies even as they try to put their relationship back together.
Notes: This could possibly be an AU of my human!femme PJ AU (yes, an AU of an AU). This is also the first time I've ever written vampires for anything, not just TF. Please note that I'm only familiar with the Buffy the Vampire Slayer/ANGEL school of vampires, thus it might take a few hints from that 'verse.
***Please also note: I HATE TWILIGHT. I LOATHE IT. I find it to be a sorry excuse for bad fan-fiction. Sparkles are for fairies, not vampires. If you like it, more power to you, just don't bring it near me with the "oh that's not what vampires are like" or I will report you for spamming and ban you from this LJ.
Thank you to wicked3659 for the encouragement.
Chapter 1 here
The sun was sinking as Jazz made her way back to Prowl’s apartment.
It was now a good ten days since she’d kicked the door open and gone charging in to ‘rescue’ her bondmate. In that time, they’d slowly started to piece their relationship back together again, trying to work around Prowl’s sudden instinctual cravings to suck her dry and Jazz’s wariness because of it.
They loved each other, yes, but there was more that a relationship needed. It had taken them three days to finally kiss each other as lovers again, and they still slept in separate beds in separate rooms because Prowl simply didn’t trust herself not to take a quick drink out of Jazz while she was asleep.
At the time, Jazz hadn’t really argued against it.
Prowl still drank from her, and only her, mostly the thinner blood from her wrist, or an ankle, or the back of a calf - places that could be easily covered up with a sock or sleeve or wristband or pants and not look out of place on Jazz.
Of the rest of the team, Jazz had only poured out the whole story to Optimus and Ratchet, explaining what had happened, and then begging to be allowed to take care of her. Optimus gave in first. Ratchet followed soon after Jazz had gotten teary-eyed, reluctantly prescribing iron and vitamin supplements for Jazz that wouldn’t harm Prowl, once she found out just how Prowl was ‘feeding’.
To the others Prowl was simply taking some time off to work out some issues and would be away for a while. No one really seemed to mind since she still delivered near-immaculate tactical and strategic plans when Prime needed them, and the general running of things was not disrupted by her absence.
The only one who Jazz thought might suspect something was Bluestreak.
As the sun set, Jazz turned into the apartment block and trotted up the stairs to the floor Prowl lived on. She smirked a bit, recalling the story Prowl told her about how she managed to secure the place - listing out perfectly logical reasons to the landlady about why she should let her stay there while in full vamp form.
Jazz figured Prowl was lucky the landlady understood her position and heard her out instead of taking a stake to her unbeating heart.
Of course it also begged the question of why Prowl had chosen to reason with her instead of killing her outright. From what Jazz knew of vampire lore - they usually didn’t care about whom they killed; that Prowl had a conscience on top of the bloodlust that was most certainly there made Jazz wonder what it was that made her bondmate different from the rest.
Curious as it was, Jazz shelved the thought for now as she turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open.
“Prowl? It’s me.”
Jazz stepped inside, not too worried when she didn’t see the other woman right away. The bond told her Prowl was around and was fine. So she went to the kitchen first to unpack and put away some groceries and first aid supplies. After that first rough night, they’d both realized that they’d need to stock up on some essentials if Jazz was going to be staying there on a regular basis.
She came back out when she was done and looked around the little living room. It felt a bit homier now that she and Prowl put some effort into making it feel lived-in - in a manner of speaking.
“Prowl?”
A light touch to the bond drew her out to the small balcony just outside the living room and she found her bondmate standing there looking down at the street, watching the people go to and fro on their ways. She didn’t look upset, more like she was studying them and thinking.
“Tryin’ to figure out which one t’have for dinner?” Jazz quipped as she came over and wrapped her arms around Prowl from behind.
Prowl smirked. “Now why would I want to go through all that trouble of hunting down prey when my dinner comes to me?” She turned in Jazz’s arms and faced her, drawing her closer with her own arms. “And it tastes far better than any of those down there.”
Jazz leaned against Prowl, by now used to the other’s cold body. She knew Prowl could probably sense the vessels in her neck pulsing with all that blood and she admired the other’s restraint in not indulging in what was probably a natural instinct for her.
“What’ve you been doin’ all day?” Jazz asked.
“Prime sent me a plan he wants looked at, so I’ve been fine-tuning that mostly… and sleeping.”
Jazz nodded. “I’m glad you’re-!”
Cold lips met warm as Prowl kissed her softly, not letting her finish. Not that Jazz minded in the least. She pressed closer, leaning into it and angling her head to capture more of Prowl’s mouth, her lips no longer as cold, but growing warmer as they drew heat from hers.
From somewhere within, Jazz heard her growl with both hunger and desire and she moaned as Prowl’s hands found her way under her shirt and scraped lightly down her spine.
She gasped when she felt a slightly painful tingle on her lower lip and tasted blood, pulling back and opening her eyes to see that Prowl had changed - her eyes a deep cobalt and fangs longer and sharper. The intense gaze Prowl fixed on her would have been enough to chill any normal person to the bone, but Jazz was not so easily scared. She held Prowl’s gaze till Prowl herself lowered her head to lick and suckle the blood off Jazz’s lower lip.
Jazz moaned again, the slight pain only causing a light shiver of arousal to run through her.
Maybe… maybe tonight at last they could lie in the same bed and not be afraid of hurting each other with actions or words.
Prowl licked at the blood till there wasn’t any left, then pulled back and looked at the other woman she held in her arms. “I love you.”
Jazz’s face brightened. “I love you, too.” She kissed Prowl lightly despite the fangs. “Speakin’ of dinner, I guess you’re hungry.”
“For you, always.” Prowl smiled that subtle smile.
“Let’s head in then.” Jazz took her hand. “I don’t think the public would appreciate a demonstration of vampire feeding, and I ain’t ready t’share you just yet.”
Prowl took her hand and led her inside. “I’m not ready to share you, ever.”
==========
Jazz had made it a habit of always taking a shower before she let Prowl feed on her. Maybe Prowl couldn’t get sick anymore, but she still wanted to make an effort to be clean for her partner. Prowl was different, but that didn’t mean Jazz still couldn’t treat her like a normal person, and that included not being dusty and stinky around her. She’d never done it while Prowl was human, she was not going to do it despite Prowl being a vampire, even if she said it was okay.
So Prowl waited, seated on the large living room couch watching the nightly news till Jazz took a shower and made herself somewhat presentable. It wasn’t necessary, but Prowl appreciated that Jazz did it so they could retain some sense of normalcy.
A little while later, Jazz emerged fresh and definitely smelling better. Peaches, Prowl noted. Sly femme; she knew Prowl liked the scent of peaches particularly if it came from Jazz’s skin. Her hair was damp, and she was dressed simply in a white tank top that teased with an outline of her breasts, and a pair of black briefs that only just covered her aft, revealing those lovely tanned legs.
Prowl tilted her head a bit. It was standard Jazz fare for when they were alone together, but there was something different about her tonight that Prowl couldn’t quite put her finger on just yet… something in her scent.
She sat beside Prowl with a little smile, then leaned over and kissed her cheek softly, before pulling back and studying her. Prowl still looked a little on the thin side, though she looked a lot better than she did when Jazz first found her, thanks in part to the regular feeding.
“Something on your mind?” Prowl asked as she reached for her wrist. When Jazz made no move to give it to her, she raised a brow questioningly. “Jazz?”
“Hmm? Oh, sorry. Was thinkin’ of dinner.”
“I see. Was it good?”
“Oh yeah. Had steak tonight before I came over; rare and rather bloody.”
Prowl looked amused. “Trying to acquire the taste are you?”
Jazz grinned. “Would you object if I said maybe?” She laughed. “I had loin, by the way. It had quite a bit of blood.”
“And the point you’re trying to make is…?”
She raised Prowl’s rather thin wrist. “I don’t think you’re gettin’ enough blood. I mean, ya look a lot better than ya did, but I’m thinkin’ the stuff you’re drinkin’ outta my wrist or ankle ain’t really nourishin’ or plentiful for ya.”
“It sustains me well enough,” Prowl said.
“Sustains ya, but doesn’t really fill ya, does it?”
When Prowl didn’t answer, Jazz smiled. “Remember what I said about the loins.” She rested a hand on the tanned thigh closest to Prowl. “Lots o’ blood.”
Prowl would have blushed if she could. “Are you sure?”
“Would I be offerin’ if I wasn’t?” She leaned closer to her partner. “We can always ease ya into it.”
Jazz touched her lips to Prowl’s and kissed her softly, encouraging her to kiss her back, which Prowl did and gladly. A couple of light kisses later and Prowl started to deepen them, turning more passionate till she could feel Jazz grow breathless. Giving her a bit of a respite, Prowl kissed her way along her jawline and down her neck till she reached the curve.
Jazz tilted her head and closed her eyes with a breathy moan. It was sorely tempting to Prowl to go for her throat since she was so nicely offering, but she resisted even as her canines lengthened on reflex. Jazz felt the light brush of fangs and opened her eyes just as Prowl pulled away and pressed her lips to her chest instead.
Prowl shifted on the couch, moving back slightly so she could bend over Jazz’s lap more easily. Jazz sighed and leaned back when Prowl nuzzled her stomach and then her thigh, before licking over the skin and trying to source out a minor blood vessel that wouldn’t cause any harm to Jazz once punctured. She kept licking, easily picking up the soft moan Jazz made even over the sound of the TV.
“It’s not just for the blood is it?” Prowl asked her in a murmur.
A coy smile touched Jazz’s lips. “You caught me.”
“So I have.” Prowl licked her skin again. “So what should I do with you?”
“Guess you’ll just have to eat me.” Jazz smirked.
Prowl laughed at the loaded statement. “As you wish.”
Her fangs pierced skin as they sank into the vein and she moaned as fresh, warm blood trickled into her mouth. Primus, why did Jazz always have to taste so good? It was hard to feel bad about drinking her bondmate’s blood when she tasted so exhilarating. She tried not to gulp too greedily.
Jazz winced once at the initial jab, then settled back down to let Prowl feed. She could hear the soft growl as the beast that now lived within Prowl tried to push her into taking more, but she trusted Prowl not to give in and harm her. She turned her attention to the TV and tried to give her partner some privacy, but she still used her hands to gently stroke her hair and rub the back of her neck soothingly.
“It’s okay, Prowler. Take what you need,” she encouraged.
The TV played on, but though she was looking at it and trying to focus on the programme, her mind kept telling her how nice it felt to have Prowl’s lips brushing her leg. Prowl’s hands were not idle either, one stroking her shin, the other gripping her thigh just below the groin. She tried not to squirm so as not to disrupt Prowl’s concentration, but just the feel of Prowl’s mouth so close to her again - after weeks apart - was enough to make her feel just the little bit warmer.
Prowl herself was fully aware of how Jazz was feeling; she could feel it in the way her blood pumped faster through the vein and into her mouth. The hand on her thigh rubbed gently at the soft skin of her inner thigh making Jazz let out one of those moans Prowl loved to hear - hadn’t heard in a while. She growled, her fangs sinking just a tad deeper into the vein when she scented the arousal coming from Jazz.
Maybe… just maybe tonight they could lie in the same bed and go back to being lovers as well as bondmates, because she missed Jazz far too much.
Jazz’s hands kept stroking Prowl’s hair and neck as she fed, while she murmured soft words of love and encouragement. Prowl gave a soft growl almost like a purr as she lapped up the blood - careful not to let a drop of the precious liquid spill - and cleaned Jazz’s leg at the same time so no stain would mar that honey-coloured skin.
Finally Jazz gave a gentle tug on her hair indicating that Prowl had reached a threshold and she needed to stop before Jazz passed out from too much blood loss. Prowl slowly and carefully pulled out of her and licked the wounds till they stopped bleeding. Then she kissed the leg and sat up.
“Are you alright?” Prowl always asked her this after feeding on her.
“I’ll be fine,” Jazz always replied.
On other nights Prowl would then pull Jazz close to rest against her till she fell asleep after which Prowl would carry her to her room and tuck her into bed.
Tonight though… Jazz did lean in close, but not to rest. Instead she tugged Prowl’s head to hers and kissed her. It surprised Prowl, but she did kiss her back as she wrapped her up in her arms and held her tight. Jazz kissed and licked at Prowl’s lips, asking for entry. Prowl hesitated, then parted her lips slightly to let her in, moaned into the kiss when she felt Jazz’s tongue slide over her own.
Jazz could taste the remaining traces of her own blood in Prowl’s mouth and strangely enough she decided she was okay with it. If anything, it was slightly arousing. She parted her own lips for Prowl and was rewarded when Prowl’s tongue ran over the roof of her mouth, enticing a soft moan.
Before she knew it she was on her back on the couch, and Prowl lay over her kissing her passionately. She was soon panting from a mixture of breathlessness and desire, trying to keep up with Prowl’s somewhat frantic pace.
Realizing that Jazz still needed to recover a bit from the blood-loss before they did anything else, Prowl eased off her kisses on Jazz’s mouth to let her breathe and focused her attention elsewhere. Her lips trailed to Jazz’s neck and shoulder, nipping gently at the soft skin there, and soothing with kisses and licks that had Jazz squirming.
Somewhere amidst all of this Prowl found herself speaking.
“Sleep with me tonight.” She kissed Jazz’s throat, growling softly when she felt the vessel pulse. “I miss you.”
“Sleep or sleep?” Jazz asked, running her fingers through the silky silver-tinted black hair.
Prowl nuzzled her then met her eyes. “Whichever one you feel like. I just miss holding you at night. I miss the warmth.”
Jazz’s hazel eyes were tender as she nodded. “I miss you, too; the touches. Y’always did have nice hands.”
“Even if they’re cold now?”
“I’ve always needed you to cool me down.”
Prowl got to her feet and pulled Jazz up with her, kissing her again before tugging her to the bedroom, not bothering to shut the door this time. There was no reason to.
==========
They undressed each other like they used to, piece by slow piece, before Prowl pushed Jazz’s naked form down on the bed and lay over her as Jazz relieved her of her final piece of underwear. For now Prowl didn’t care about the clothes scattered about the floor; she was more focused on what she had under her.
Faint light from the living room, and slivers of moonlight from the gaps in the curtains illuminated Jazz’s silhouette and Prowl looked down at her, taking in the sight of that familiar yet now slightly unfamiliar body. It’d been so long since she’d touched it and she hesitated a bit, not sure how to begin.
Jazz solved the problem for her, leaning up and kissing her softly at first, then deeper, licking at her lips for entry. Prowl parted her lips and met her tongue, flicking hers against it a little playfully and enticing a husky chuckle from Jazz. It gave Prowl a little more confidence to bend lower and kiss her deeper, pinning her down to the mattress.
The kisses grew hungry and just a little more desperate. Prowl’s body pressed against Jazz’s and kept her down while she ravished her bondmate’s mouth. Jazz’s skin felt like fire on her cold form and Prowl relished the heat, needed it.
When Jazz grew breathless from the kisses, Prowl released her mouth and kissed her jawline, wanting to keep that flushed warmth. Jazz moaned when Prowl nipped and suckled on an earlobe and it was like music to the vampire inside her - she wanted to hear more of it.
Her mouth left her bondmate’s ear and travelled downward, lavishing kisses and licks down her neck and over her throat… where she could feel Jazz’s pulse beat its steady flow of warm, life-giving blood. Though she had never tasted it, somehow she knew that it was fuller and richer than what she drank from veins.
She licked at the skin over that vessel. “Primus Jazz, why do you have to taste so good?” she asked in a murmur.
One nip wouldn’t hurt would it? She wouldn’t even feel it. Just one little prick and Prowl would drain the blood out of her so fast she’d pass out long before she felt any pain. Her fangs lengthened and brushed the soft skin there… so close… just one prick…
Jazz gave a soft gasp at the touch. “Prowl?”
Prowl blinked and quickly sat up, moving away from her lover and closing her eyes to try and gain control over the beast that was calling for more blood and death - her own bondmate’s death.
“Prowl?” Jazz sat up too. “Are you alright, babe?”
“Almost lost control,” Prowl admitted.
“Almost don’t cut it. What matters is you’re still in control,” Jazz replied. “And you’re still you.”
“But for how much longer, Jazz? Sometimes I feel the beast getting stronger and I’m not sure if I can stop it. I still don’t even know why I haven’t become like them yet; what’s keeping me tied to my… well… humanity for lack of a better word?”
Jazz touched the silver-tinted black hair. “What matters is that you have it, and as long as y’do you’re still in control, still Prowl.” She turned the other woman’s face to hers so she could meet her eyes, watching as cobalt faded back to pale blue. “And y’have me.”
Prowl rested her forehead against her lover’s. “I would never harm you, Jazz.”
“I know, babe. I trust you.” Jazz kissed her. “Y’still wanna go on with this? We can stop if y’need more time.”
“No,” Prowl said quickly. “No. I’ve missed you too much….” She kissed Jazz back, slipping her arms around her once more. “It’s been too long.”
Jazz sighed as Prowl kissed her and wove her fingers through her blue-black hair, lying back as Prowl pushed her down once more and straddled her. She sensed a hint of desperation in Prowl’s kisses and stroked her back, trying to soothe and relax her bondmate while she returned her kisses.
Prowl growled softly at Jazz’s touches to her back. She was always so caring and understanding. Anyone else might have left her to die by now, but Jazz was still here, with her. She deserved better. Someone like her deserved to live forever. Prowl could give her that and have her for eternity.
Growling to herself, the vampire wrenched control of her thoughts back. She had no right to Jazz’s life, and Jazz still had a lot of it to live. It was not hers to take away. She looked down to see that she’d broken the kiss and Jazz was looking back at her curiously.
“I’m fine, Jazz,” she assured.
“I know,” Jazz replied. “Y’still got control, Prowl.”
Prowl nodded, then noted their positions - Jazz still pinned under her, her heart still beating its steady rhythm, skin still warm and flushed. She really did look delicious - as she always did when they used to make love as humans. It felt like a lifetime ago. Prowl wandered when the last time was that Jazz had overloaded.
“Yes, it appears I do,” Prowl said. “In more ways than one.” She eased herself up a bit. “Don’t move.”
Jazz blinked. Prowl had that predatory glint in her eyes, though not the one she’d gained recently. This was the look Prowl got when she had a plan in mind that satisfied all her logic parameters. Others said Prowl was not creative. Jazz begged to differ.
By this time Prowl had scooted down her body and was kissing her stomach, running her tongue over the lines and ridges of the defined muscles before pausing at her belly-button. Her acute vampire night-vision was able to pick out the faint lines of what looked like a pattern drawn into the skin in a sort of tribal design that circled her navel. Prowl tilted her head. A tattoo?
“Henna,” Jazz said as if sensing why Prowl had stopped. “Went to a street carnival a couple of days ago. There was a girl drawing them. Don’t worry, it’s just a stain, it’ll fade. No needles, blood or pain were involved.”
“It suits you,” Prowl said. “Though…,” she pressed a kiss over the design. “I don’t know if I like the thought of another’s hands on your body.” Another kiss.
There was a smirk in Jazz’s voice. “Guess you’ll have to reclaim your territory.”
It was Prowl’s turn to smirk. “Oh, I intend to.”
She started at the outer edges of the design, running the tip of her tongue over the fine brown lines that were just a few shades darker than Jazz’s own tanned skin, and keeping the touch light and teasing. Jazz gasped and squirmed as Prowl traced the design, and as she started to move inwards to her belly-button, the breaths turned to moans, her body growing sensitive to Prowl’s maddening touches.
Prowl continued, her tongue not leaving Jazz’s skin till she had retraced each and every drawn line there. By this time she could smell the heat and arousal coming off Jazz and she growled in response, glancing up at Jazz with lust-darkened eyes. Jazz gave a slight nod, indicating Prowl could do as she wished. It was all the permission Prowl needed.
She moved lower and ducked her head, parting Jazz’s legs and running her tongue over the warm, moist skin. Jazz gasped and let out a low moan as Prowl continued to lick and tease her, her back arching off the mattress and hips rising to Prowl’s mouth.
Prowl placed her hands on Jazz’s hips and held them down with her considerable strength. “Easy, lover,” she murmured. “Don’t rush this.”
But it was easier said than done. Jazz needed release, and Prowl soon realized the last time Jazz had had one was before Prowl herself disappeared. It only made her want to bring Jazz to climax faster, and that possessive side of her wanted to make sure Jazz knew she was the only one who could give her such ecstasy.
When Jazz finally peaked, Prowl couldn’t help but wander what it would be like to taste her blood as she climaxed - no doubt it would taste amazing - and it was all she could do not to ravish Jazz and make love to her at the same time, even as she watched her clutch the sheets and cry out Prowl’s name in release.
No. Prowl wrestled the thought down even as she slowed the strokes of her tongue, slowly easing Jazz down from her high. They’d only just gotten comfortable together again and she needed to follow her own advice and not rush things. There would be plenty of time in the near future to reclaim all of Jazz again.
She gave a final, languid lick when she heard Jazz sigh, then pulled back, letting her eyes roam over that lovely sweat-sheened body, watching her bondmate’s chest heave as she panted and sucked in air to cool herself down. She rinsed her mouth with some water and stretched out beside Jazz again, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close, wanting to feel her warmth again.
“Why did you wait so long?” she asked.
Jazz stroked her cheek. “Didn’t feel right without ya.”
“You didn’t know if I’d ever come back.”
“No, but I knew you were out there.” The hazel eyes were starting to close.
Prowl kissed her forehead. “Never even touched yourself?”
“Never occurred t’me. Was too focused on findin’ ya.” Jazz nuzzled her. “What about you?”
“It looks like we have similar reasoning.” Prowl nuzzled her back. “Sleep, Jazz.” She stroked her lover’s side. “We have time to find each other again.”
Jazz closed her eyes. “Does this mean y’want me t’sleep with you again? In the literal sense.”
Prowl smiled softly. “I’d like that. Only if you’re not afraid, Jazz.”
“I’m not afraid,” Jazz murmured.
“I’m glad.”
A soft grunt was all the response she got. Jazz was asleep, looking content to be in her arms. Prowl smiled a little more and stayed awake, enjoying the familiar weight and shape, and feeling a little more at peace.
“I’m glad you’re mine, Jazz.”
TBC...
Enjoy, and as always, Feedback welcomed.
Pairing/Characters: Prowl/Jazz
Rating: R; NC-17 in the last-third
Warnings: human femslash, heavily implied oral sex, blood-letting, vampirism
Summary: Prowl and Jazz are still trying to deal with Prowl's vampiric tendencies even as they try to put their relationship back together.
Notes: This could possibly be an AU of my human!femme PJ AU (yes, an AU of an AU). This is also the first time I've ever written vampires for anything, not just TF. Please note that I'm only familiar with the Buffy the Vampire Slayer/ANGEL school of vampires, thus it might take a few hints from that 'verse.
***Please also note: I HATE TWILIGHT. I LOATHE IT. I find it to be a sorry excuse for bad fan-fiction. Sparkles are for fairies, not vampires. If you like it, more power to you, just don't bring it near me with the "oh that's not what vampires are like" or I will report you for spamming and ban you from this LJ.
Thank you to wicked3659 for the encouragement.
Chapter 1 here
The sun was sinking as Jazz made her way back to Prowl’s apartment.
It was now a good ten days since she’d kicked the door open and gone charging in to ‘rescue’ her bondmate. In that time, they’d slowly started to piece their relationship back together again, trying to work around Prowl’s sudden instinctual cravings to suck her dry and Jazz’s wariness because of it.
They loved each other, yes, but there was more that a relationship needed. It had taken them three days to finally kiss each other as lovers again, and they still slept in separate beds in separate rooms because Prowl simply didn’t trust herself not to take a quick drink out of Jazz while she was asleep.
At the time, Jazz hadn’t really argued against it.
Prowl still drank from her, and only her, mostly the thinner blood from her wrist, or an ankle, or the back of a calf - places that could be easily covered up with a sock or sleeve or wristband or pants and not look out of place on Jazz.
Of the rest of the team, Jazz had only poured out the whole story to Optimus and Ratchet, explaining what had happened, and then begging to be allowed to take care of her. Optimus gave in first. Ratchet followed soon after Jazz had gotten teary-eyed, reluctantly prescribing iron and vitamin supplements for Jazz that wouldn’t harm Prowl, once she found out just how Prowl was ‘feeding’.
To the others Prowl was simply taking some time off to work out some issues and would be away for a while. No one really seemed to mind since she still delivered near-immaculate tactical and strategic plans when Prime needed them, and the general running of things was not disrupted by her absence.
The only one who Jazz thought might suspect something was Bluestreak.
As the sun set, Jazz turned into the apartment block and trotted up the stairs to the floor Prowl lived on. She smirked a bit, recalling the story Prowl told her about how she managed to secure the place - listing out perfectly logical reasons to the landlady about why she should let her stay there while in full vamp form.
Jazz figured Prowl was lucky the landlady understood her position and heard her out instead of taking a stake to her unbeating heart.
Of course it also begged the question of why Prowl had chosen to reason with her instead of killing her outright. From what Jazz knew of vampire lore - they usually didn’t care about whom they killed; that Prowl had a conscience on top of the bloodlust that was most certainly there made Jazz wonder what it was that made her bondmate different from the rest.
Curious as it was, Jazz shelved the thought for now as she turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open.
“Prowl? It’s me.”
Jazz stepped inside, not too worried when she didn’t see the other woman right away. The bond told her Prowl was around and was fine. So she went to the kitchen first to unpack and put away some groceries and first aid supplies. After that first rough night, they’d both realized that they’d need to stock up on some essentials if Jazz was going to be staying there on a regular basis.
She came back out when she was done and looked around the little living room. It felt a bit homier now that she and Prowl put some effort into making it feel lived-in - in a manner of speaking.
“Prowl?”
A light touch to the bond drew her out to the small balcony just outside the living room and she found her bondmate standing there looking down at the street, watching the people go to and fro on their ways. She didn’t look upset, more like she was studying them and thinking.
“Tryin’ to figure out which one t’have for dinner?” Jazz quipped as she came over and wrapped her arms around Prowl from behind.
Prowl smirked. “Now why would I want to go through all that trouble of hunting down prey when my dinner comes to me?” She turned in Jazz’s arms and faced her, drawing her closer with her own arms. “And it tastes far better than any of those down there.”
Jazz leaned against Prowl, by now used to the other’s cold body. She knew Prowl could probably sense the vessels in her neck pulsing with all that blood and she admired the other’s restraint in not indulging in what was probably a natural instinct for her.
“What’ve you been doin’ all day?” Jazz asked.
“Prime sent me a plan he wants looked at, so I’ve been fine-tuning that mostly… and sleeping.”
Jazz nodded. “I’m glad you’re-!”
Cold lips met warm as Prowl kissed her softly, not letting her finish. Not that Jazz minded in the least. She pressed closer, leaning into it and angling her head to capture more of Prowl’s mouth, her lips no longer as cold, but growing warmer as they drew heat from hers.
From somewhere within, Jazz heard her growl with both hunger and desire and she moaned as Prowl’s hands found her way under her shirt and scraped lightly down her spine.
She gasped when she felt a slightly painful tingle on her lower lip and tasted blood, pulling back and opening her eyes to see that Prowl had changed - her eyes a deep cobalt and fangs longer and sharper. The intense gaze Prowl fixed on her would have been enough to chill any normal person to the bone, but Jazz was not so easily scared. She held Prowl’s gaze till Prowl herself lowered her head to lick and suckle the blood off Jazz’s lower lip.
Jazz moaned again, the slight pain only causing a light shiver of arousal to run through her.
Maybe… maybe tonight at last they could lie in the same bed and not be afraid of hurting each other with actions or words.
Prowl licked at the blood till there wasn’t any left, then pulled back and looked at the other woman she held in her arms. “I love you.”
Jazz’s face brightened. “I love you, too.” She kissed Prowl lightly despite the fangs. “Speakin’ of dinner, I guess you’re hungry.”
“For you, always.” Prowl smiled that subtle smile.
“Let’s head in then.” Jazz took her hand. “I don’t think the public would appreciate a demonstration of vampire feeding, and I ain’t ready t’share you just yet.”
Prowl took her hand and led her inside. “I’m not ready to share you, ever.”
==========
Jazz had made it a habit of always taking a shower before she let Prowl feed on her. Maybe Prowl couldn’t get sick anymore, but she still wanted to make an effort to be clean for her partner. Prowl was different, but that didn’t mean Jazz still couldn’t treat her like a normal person, and that included not being dusty and stinky around her. She’d never done it while Prowl was human, she was not going to do it despite Prowl being a vampire, even if she said it was okay.
So Prowl waited, seated on the large living room couch watching the nightly news till Jazz took a shower and made herself somewhat presentable. It wasn’t necessary, but Prowl appreciated that Jazz did it so they could retain some sense of normalcy.
A little while later, Jazz emerged fresh and definitely smelling better. Peaches, Prowl noted. Sly femme; she knew Prowl liked the scent of peaches particularly if it came from Jazz’s skin. Her hair was damp, and she was dressed simply in a white tank top that teased with an outline of her breasts, and a pair of black briefs that only just covered her aft, revealing those lovely tanned legs.
Prowl tilted her head a bit. It was standard Jazz fare for when they were alone together, but there was something different about her tonight that Prowl couldn’t quite put her finger on just yet… something in her scent.
She sat beside Prowl with a little smile, then leaned over and kissed her cheek softly, before pulling back and studying her. Prowl still looked a little on the thin side, though she looked a lot better than she did when Jazz first found her, thanks in part to the regular feeding.
“Something on your mind?” Prowl asked as she reached for her wrist. When Jazz made no move to give it to her, she raised a brow questioningly. “Jazz?”
“Hmm? Oh, sorry. Was thinkin’ of dinner.”
“I see. Was it good?”
“Oh yeah. Had steak tonight before I came over; rare and rather bloody.”
Prowl looked amused. “Trying to acquire the taste are you?”
Jazz grinned. “Would you object if I said maybe?” She laughed. “I had loin, by the way. It had quite a bit of blood.”
“And the point you’re trying to make is…?”
She raised Prowl’s rather thin wrist. “I don’t think you’re gettin’ enough blood. I mean, ya look a lot better than ya did, but I’m thinkin’ the stuff you’re drinkin’ outta my wrist or ankle ain’t really nourishin’ or plentiful for ya.”
“It sustains me well enough,” Prowl said.
“Sustains ya, but doesn’t really fill ya, does it?”
When Prowl didn’t answer, Jazz smiled. “Remember what I said about the loins.” She rested a hand on the tanned thigh closest to Prowl. “Lots o’ blood.”
Prowl would have blushed if she could. “Are you sure?”
“Would I be offerin’ if I wasn’t?” She leaned closer to her partner. “We can always ease ya into it.”
Jazz touched her lips to Prowl’s and kissed her softly, encouraging her to kiss her back, which Prowl did and gladly. A couple of light kisses later and Prowl started to deepen them, turning more passionate till she could feel Jazz grow breathless. Giving her a bit of a respite, Prowl kissed her way along her jawline and down her neck till she reached the curve.
Jazz tilted her head and closed her eyes with a breathy moan. It was sorely tempting to Prowl to go for her throat since she was so nicely offering, but she resisted even as her canines lengthened on reflex. Jazz felt the light brush of fangs and opened her eyes just as Prowl pulled away and pressed her lips to her chest instead.
Prowl shifted on the couch, moving back slightly so she could bend over Jazz’s lap more easily. Jazz sighed and leaned back when Prowl nuzzled her stomach and then her thigh, before licking over the skin and trying to source out a minor blood vessel that wouldn’t cause any harm to Jazz once punctured. She kept licking, easily picking up the soft moan Jazz made even over the sound of the TV.
“It’s not just for the blood is it?” Prowl asked her in a murmur.
A coy smile touched Jazz’s lips. “You caught me.”
“So I have.” Prowl licked her skin again. “So what should I do with you?”
“Guess you’ll just have to eat me.” Jazz smirked.
Prowl laughed at the loaded statement. “As you wish.”
Her fangs pierced skin as they sank into the vein and she moaned as fresh, warm blood trickled into her mouth. Primus, why did Jazz always have to taste so good? It was hard to feel bad about drinking her bondmate’s blood when she tasted so exhilarating. She tried not to gulp too greedily.
Jazz winced once at the initial jab, then settled back down to let Prowl feed. She could hear the soft growl as the beast that now lived within Prowl tried to push her into taking more, but she trusted Prowl not to give in and harm her. She turned her attention to the TV and tried to give her partner some privacy, but she still used her hands to gently stroke her hair and rub the back of her neck soothingly.
“It’s okay, Prowler. Take what you need,” she encouraged.
The TV played on, but though she was looking at it and trying to focus on the programme, her mind kept telling her how nice it felt to have Prowl’s lips brushing her leg. Prowl’s hands were not idle either, one stroking her shin, the other gripping her thigh just below the groin. She tried not to squirm so as not to disrupt Prowl’s concentration, but just the feel of Prowl’s mouth so close to her again - after weeks apart - was enough to make her feel just the little bit warmer.
Prowl herself was fully aware of how Jazz was feeling; she could feel it in the way her blood pumped faster through the vein and into her mouth. The hand on her thigh rubbed gently at the soft skin of her inner thigh making Jazz let out one of those moans Prowl loved to hear - hadn’t heard in a while. She growled, her fangs sinking just a tad deeper into the vein when she scented the arousal coming from Jazz.
Maybe… just maybe tonight they could lie in the same bed and go back to being lovers as well as bondmates, because she missed Jazz far too much.
Jazz’s hands kept stroking Prowl’s hair and neck as she fed, while she murmured soft words of love and encouragement. Prowl gave a soft growl almost like a purr as she lapped up the blood - careful not to let a drop of the precious liquid spill - and cleaned Jazz’s leg at the same time so no stain would mar that honey-coloured skin.
Finally Jazz gave a gentle tug on her hair indicating that Prowl had reached a threshold and she needed to stop before Jazz passed out from too much blood loss. Prowl slowly and carefully pulled out of her and licked the wounds till they stopped bleeding. Then she kissed the leg and sat up.
“Are you alright?” Prowl always asked her this after feeding on her.
“I’ll be fine,” Jazz always replied.
On other nights Prowl would then pull Jazz close to rest against her till she fell asleep after which Prowl would carry her to her room and tuck her into bed.
Tonight though… Jazz did lean in close, but not to rest. Instead she tugged Prowl’s head to hers and kissed her. It surprised Prowl, but she did kiss her back as she wrapped her up in her arms and held her tight. Jazz kissed and licked at Prowl’s lips, asking for entry. Prowl hesitated, then parted her lips slightly to let her in, moaned into the kiss when she felt Jazz’s tongue slide over her own.
Jazz could taste the remaining traces of her own blood in Prowl’s mouth and strangely enough she decided she was okay with it. If anything, it was slightly arousing. She parted her own lips for Prowl and was rewarded when Prowl’s tongue ran over the roof of her mouth, enticing a soft moan.
Before she knew it she was on her back on the couch, and Prowl lay over her kissing her passionately. She was soon panting from a mixture of breathlessness and desire, trying to keep up with Prowl’s somewhat frantic pace.
Realizing that Jazz still needed to recover a bit from the blood-loss before they did anything else, Prowl eased off her kisses on Jazz’s mouth to let her breathe and focused her attention elsewhere. Her lips trailed to Jazz’s neck and shoulder, nipping gently at the soft skin there, and soothing with kisses and licks that had Jazz squirming.
Somewhere amidst all of this Prowl found herself speaking.
“Sleep with me tonight.” She kissed Jazz’s throat, growling softly when she felt the vessel pulse. “I miss you.”
“Sleep or sleep?” Jazz asked, running her fingers through the silky silver-tinted black hair.
Prowl nuzzled her then met her eyes. “Whichever one you feel like. I just miss holding you at night. I miss the warmth.”
Jazz’s hazel eyes were tender as she nodded. “I miss you, too; the touches. Y’always did have nice hands.”
“Even if they’re cold now?”
“I’ve always needed you to cool me down.”
Prowl got to her feet and pulled Jazz up with her, kissing her again before tugging her to the bedroom, not bothering to shut the door this time. There was no reason to.
==========
They undressed each other like they used to, piece by slow piece, before Prowl pushed Jazz’s naked form down on the bed and lay over her as Jazz relieved her of her final piece of underwear. For now Prowl didn’t care about the clothes scattered about the floor; she was more focused on what she had under her.
Faint light from the living room, and slivers of moonlight from the gaps in the curtains illuminated Jazz’s silhouette and Prowl looked down at her, taking in the sight of that familiar yet now slightly unfamiliar body. It’d been so long since she’d touched it and she hesitated a bit, not sure how to begin.
Jazz solved the problem for her, leaning up and kissing her softly at first, then deeper, licking at her lips for entry. Prowl parted her lips and met her tongue, flicking hers against it a little playfully and enticing a husky chuckle from Jazz. It gave Prowl a little more confidence to bend lower and kiss her deeper, pinning her down to the mattress.
The kisses grew hungry and just a little more desperate. Prowl’s body pressed against Jazz’s and kept her down while she ravished her bondmate’s mouth. Jazz’s skin felt like fire on her cold form and Prowl relished the heat, needed it.
When Jazz grew breathless from the kisses, Prowl released her mouth and kissed her jawline, wanting to keep that flushed warmth. Jazz moaned when Prowl nipped and suckled on an earlobe and it was like music to the vampire inside her - she wanted to hear more of it.
Her mouth left her bondmate’s ear and travelled downward, lavishing kisses and licks down her neck and over her throat… where she could feel Jazz’s pulse beat its steady flow of warm, life-giving blood. Though she had never tasted it, somehow she knew that it was fuller and richer than what she drank from veins.
She licked at the skin over that vessel. “Primus Jazz, why do you have to taste so good?” she asked in a murmur.
One nip wouldn’t hurt would it? She wouldn’t even feel it. Just one little prick and Prowl would drain the blood out of her so fast she’d pass out long before she felt any pain. Her fangs lengthened and brushed the soft skin there… so close… just one prick…
Jazz gave a soft gasp at the touch. “Prowl?”
Prowl blinked and quickly sat up, moving away from her lover and closing her eyes to try and gain control over the beast that was calling for more blood and death - her own bondmate’s death.
“Prowl?” Jazz sat up too. “Are you alright, babe?”
“Almost lost control,” Prowl admitted.
“Almost don’t cut it. What matters is you’re still in control,” Jazz replied. “And you’re still you.”
“But for how much longer, Jazz? Sometimes I feel the beast getting stronger and I’m not sure if I can stop it. I still don’t even know why I haven’t become like them yet; what’s keeping me tied to my… well… humanity for lack of a better word?”
Jazz touched the silver-tinted black hair. “What matters is that you have it, and as long as y’do you’re still in control, still Prowl.” She turned the other woman’s face to hers so she could meet her eyes, watching as cobalt faded back to pale blue. “And y’have me.”
Prowl rested her forehead against her lover’s. “I would never harm you, Jazz.”
“I know, babe. I trust you.” Jazz kissed her. “Y’still wanna go on with this? We can stop if y’need more time.”
“No,” Prowl said quickly. “No. I’ve missed you too much….” She kissed Jazz back, slipping her arms around her once more. “It’s been too long.”
Jazz sighed as Prowl kissed her and wove her fingers through her blue-black hair, lying back as Prowl pushed her down once more and straddled her. She sensed a hint of desperation in Prowl’s kisses and stroked her back, trying to soothe and relax her bondmate while she returned her kisses.
Prowl growled softly at Jazz’s touches to her back. She was always so caring and understanding. Anyone else might have left her to die by now, but Jazz was still here, with her. She deserved better. Someone like her deserved to live forever. Prowl could give her that and have her for eternity.
Growling to herself, the vampire wrenched control of her thoughts back. She had no right to Jazz’s life, and Jazz still had a lot of it to live. It was not hers to take away. She looked down to see that she’d broken the kiss and Jazz was looking back at her curiously.
“I’m fine, Jazz,” she assured.
“I know,” Jazz replied. “Y’still got control, Prowl.”
Prowl nodded, then noted their positions - Jazz still pinned under her, her heart still beating its steady rhythm, skin still warm and flushed. She really did look delicious - as she always did when they used to make love as humans. It felt like a lifetime ago. Prowl wandered when the last time was that Jazz had overloaded.
“Yes, it appears I do,” Prowl said. “In more ways than one.” She eased herself up a bit. “Don’t move.”
Jazz blinked. Prowl had that predatory glint in her eyes, though not the one she’d gained recently. This was the look Prowl got when she had a plan in mind that satisfied all her logic parameters. Others said Prowl was not creative. Jazz begged to differ.
By this time Prowl had scooted down her body and was kissing her stomach, running her tongue over the lines and ridges of the defined muscles before pausing at her belly-button. Her acute vampire night-vision was able to pick out the faint lines of what looked like a pattern drawn into the skin in a sort of tribal design that circled her navel. Prowl tilted her head. A tattoo?
“Henna,” Jazz said as if sensing why Prowl had stopped. “Went to a street carnival a couple of days ago. There was a girl drawing them. Don’t worry, it’s just a stain, it’ll fade. No needles, blood or pain were involved.”
“It suits you,” Prowl said. “Though…,” she pressed a kiss over the design. “I don’t know if I like the thought of another’s hands on your body.” Another kiss.
There was a smirk in Jazz’s voice. “Guess you’ll have to reclaim your territory.”
It was Prowl’s turn to smirk. “Oh, I intend to.”
She started at the outer edges of the design, running the tip of her tongue over the fine brown lines that were just a few shades darker than Jazz’s own tanned skin, and keeping the touch light and teasing. Jazz gasped and squirmed as Prowl traced the design, and as she started to move inwards to her belly-button, the breaths turned to moans, her body growing sensitive to Prowl’s maddening touches.
Prowl continued, her tongue not leaving Jazz’s skin till she had retraced each and every drawn line there. By this time she could smell the heat and arousal coming off Jazz and she growled in response, glancing up at Jazz with lust-darkened eyes. Jazz gave a slight nod, indicating Prowl could do as she wished. It was all the permission Prowl needed.
She moved lower and ducked her head, parting Jazz’s legs and running her tongue over the warm, moist skin. Jazz gasped and let out a low moan as Prowl continued to lick and tease her, her back arching off the mattress and hips rising to Prowl’s mouth.
Prowl placed her hands on Jazz’s hips and held them down with her considerable strength. “Easy, lover,” she murmured. “Don’t rush this.”
But it was easier said than done. Jazz needed release, and Prowl soon realized the last time Jazz had had one was before Prowl herself disappeared. It only made her want to bring Jazz to climax faster, and that possessive side of her wanted to make sure Jazz knew she was the only one who could give her such ecstasy.
When Jazz finally peaked, Prowl couldn’t help but wander what it would be like to taste her blood as she climaxed - no doubt it would taste amazing - and it was all she could do not to ravish Jazz and make love to her at the same time, even as she watched her clutch the sheets and cry out Prowl’s name in release.
No. Prowl wrestled the thought down even as she slowed the strokes of her tongue, slowly easing Jazz down from her high. They’d only just gotten comfortable together again and she needed to follow her own advice and not rush things. There would be plenty of time in the near future to reclaim all of Jazz again.
She gave a final, languid lick when she heard Jazz sigh, then pulled back, letting her eyes roam over that lovely sweat-sheened body, watching her bondmate’s chest heave as she panted and sucked in air to cool herself down. She rinsed her mouth with some water and stretched out beside Jazz again, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close, wanting to feel her warmth again.
“Why did you wait so long?” she asked.
Jazz stroked her cheek. “Didn’t feel right without ya.”
“You didn’t know if I’d ever come back.”
“No, but I knew you were out there.” The hazel eyes were starting to close.
Prowl kissed her forehead. “Never even touched yourself?”
“Never occurred t’me. Was too focused on findin’ ya.” Jazz nuzzled her. “What about you?”
“It looks like we have similar reasoning.” Prowl nuzzled her back. “Sleep, Jazz.” She stroked her lover’s side. “We have time to find each other again.”
Jazz closed her eyes. “Does this mean y’want me t’sleep with you again? In the literal sense.”
Prowl smiled softly. “I’d like that. Only if you’re not afraid, Jazz.”
“I’m not afraid,” Jazz murmured.
“I’m glad.”
A soft grunt was all the response she got. Jazz was asleep, looking content to be in her arms. Prowl smiled a little more and stayed awake, enjoying the familiar weight and shape, and feeling a little more at peace.
“I’m glad you’re mine, Jazz.”
TBC...
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