Tricks n' Treats: Part 2-Conclusion
It's aliiiiiiiiive! *Maniacal laughter* Yes, ladies and gents, the muse is alive and well. And feeling chatty, I might add! I know that Halloween was four days ago, but apparently holidays and deadlines mean diddly squat to muses, but at least this one can be listed as complete :) Hope ya'll enjoy!
BTW, for those of you who may have missed the first part, here is the direct link:
http://sindee1982.livejournal.com/43880.html
* I do not own the BT characters. They belong to a much-more talented individual. I am however, more than willing to take credit for characters/scenarios not featured in the books or television series. Not making any money. No copyright infringement intended*
Henry couldn’t hold back the strangled moan that rumbled deep in his throat, and he strode forward slowly, purposely, his eyes locked on Vicki. She met his gaze with equal heat and eyes flashing mischievously, leaned back and arched forward, one hand bracing herself on the counter.
When Henry reached the stove, he dipped his finger into the still-cooling mixture but did not raise it to his lips. Instead, he caught her eye and began swirling and toying with the sweet ooze in a gesture that was both vaguely obscene and achingly familiar. Vicki felt the heat rise briefly in her cheeks before it made a sharp detour southwards, and judging by the devious little grin on Henry’s face, he was all-too-aware of her sudden arousal.
Vicki continued to watch him, face flushed and lips slightly parted until she could bear it no longer. She made a move to yank his hand from the pot and drag him closer to her, but he anticipated her sudden and slightly awkward attempt. He held her wrists back and slowly-so slowly Vicki wasn’t entirely sure he was even moving-Henry raised his sticky finger to her mouth, gently tracing the delicate contours of her lips and coating them with the sweet substance.
Vicki moaned and ran her tongue along the length of her bottom lip, the soft, pink tip flicking at his finger until it was clean. Henry could feel his own need growing exponentially with each swipe of her tongue, but his centuries of experience told him that foreplay was just as important as the act of lovemaking itself-it struck the spark of desire that would ultimately blossom into the roaring inferno that would consume them both in that single, glorious instant when their bodies became one.
He leant forward and captured her lips in a firm, passionate kiss that left her panting and breathless. He withdrew slightly to give her a chance to breathe, but almost as soon as she recovered, her hands wound their way into his mane of unruly curls and their lips were reunited once again.
He sucked on her lips until they were red and swollen, but Vicki didn’t raise any protest. Shifting her face slightly to the right, she managed to murmur in his ear. “Do you like the way I taste?”
Henry smiled against her mouth and sucked harder, the tips of his fangs lightly grazing the sensitive flesh. Vicki gasped but did not pull away. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He chuckled and withdrew from her mouth. “Hold that thought.” His finger dipped once again into the contents of the pot and he brought it closer to her. She made a move to lick it off again, but he moved it away. “No,” he whispered. Vicki looked confused. With his other hand, he brushed her hair from her neck until the smooth flesh was revealed to him. Vicki shivered as his eyes roamed over the artery pulsing beneath the surface.
“Do it.” She closed her eyes and arched forward, offering herself to him. Henry almost lost control in that very moment, but he wanted to prolong this experience as much as possible. Taking a deep breath, he traced the artery with his thumb, fascinated by how hot her skin was and how the faint blue line seemed to jump under his touch. Wordlessly, he smeared the warm caramel over the artery, blowing on it until it had cooled into a thick, viscous line.
He darted forward with predatory speed and his tongue lapped at the sweetness. Vicki moaned and allowed her full weight to rest on the edge of the counter while his tongue slowly worked the caramel from her skin. His right arm braced her back while his left snaked slowly down to the hem of her sweatpants. With a convulsive jerk, they were pushed past her hips and slid slowly down to her knees. Her panties fared worse than the sweatpants, and were ripped away like so much tissue paper. He dipped a long, slender finger into her wetness and began to tease her by running the tip of his finger over her clit. She gasped his name and a second finger entered her almost instantly.
His fingers began to pump furiously inside her, eliciting sharp cries of ecstasy as they and his lips began to work in unison. The sweetness was almost gone from her skin and he ran his tongue over the artery that was now pulsing madly, beckoning to him. He felt his fangs descend and he scraped them along her neck, and then soothed the skin with a quick flick of his tongue. Vicki’s breathing and heart rates were becoming increasingly erratic, and her cries had turned to near-desperate whimpers. He knew that she was close and prepared to take her over the edge.
Her walls rippled and clenched at him with incredible force, and he increased his pace, his fingers gliding in and out of her, bathed in her essence. A scream began to build up in her throat, and he bit down at the very last second when it exploded forth with ear-splitting clarity. The blood flowed freely and was like ambrosia, thick and spicy-hot, laced with her heady passion. He drank furiously at first like a man dying of thirst, then slowed his pace to a languid crawl. Her screams had faded gradually to hoarse moans and he felt her go limp in his arms. He supported her full weight and allowed her to bask in the bliss that he was bestowing upon her. When his hunger was satisfied, he released her, and picking her up, set her down gently on the counter.
She leaned her head back against the cupboards while he nuzzled the side of her face, breathing in her rich scent. Finally she opened her eyes and blinked in the sudden glare to clear her vision. They caught each other’s gaze and grinned lazily at one another. His hands encircled her waist and he lifted her down off the counter and set her feet back on the floor. Vicki cast a glance at the contents of the pot, which had congealed into a thick mass. She shook her head in mock disapproval.
“Well, my Halloween treats are beyond saving at this point. Reheating it will ruin it.”
Henry came up behind her and whispered in her ear, his breath hot and damp on her skin. “Treats are only part of the holiday appeal. I’m sure I can make it up to you with a few tricks of mine.” Before she could respond, he scooped her up and began to head into the bedroom. True to his word, within moments Vicki soon forgot about her ruined treats.
BTW, for those of you who may have missed the first part, here is the direct link:
http://sindee1982.livejournal.com/43880.html
* I do not own the BT characters. They belong to a much-more talented individual. I am however, more than willing to take credit for characters/scenarios not featured in the books or television series. Not making any money. No copyright infringement intended*
Henry couldn’t hold back the strangled moan that rumbled deep in his throat, and he strode forward slowly, purposely, his eyes locked on Vicki. She met his gaze with equal heat and eyes flashing mischievously, leaned back and arched forward, one hand bracing herself on the counter.
When Henry reached the stove, he dipped his finger into the still-cooling mixture but did not raise it to his lips. Instead, he caught her eye and began swirling and toying with the sweet ooze in a gesture that was both vaguely obscene and achingly familiar. Vicki felt the heat rise briefly in her cheeks before it made a sharp detour southwards, and judging by the devious little grin on Henry’s face, he was all-too-aware of her sudden arousal.
Vicki continued to watch him, face flushed and lips slightly parted until she could bear it no longer. She made a move to yank his hand from the pot and drag him closer to her, but he anticipated her sudden and slightly awkward attempt. He held her wrists back and slowly-so slowly Vicki wasn’t entirely sure he was even moving-Henry raised his sticky finger to her mouth, gently tracing the delicate contours of her lips and coating them with the sweet substance.
Vicki moaned and ran her tongue along the length of her bottom lip, the soft, pink tip flicking at his finger until it was clean. Henry could feel his own need growing exponentially with each swipe of her tongue, but his centuries of experience told him that foreplay was just as important as the act of lovemaking itself-it struck the spark of desire that would ultimately blossom into the roaring inferno that would consume them both in that single, glorious instant when their bodies became one.
He leant forward and captured her lips in a firm, passionate kiss that left her panting and breathless. He withdrew slightly to give her a chance to breathe, but almost as soon as she recovered, her hands wound their way into his mane of unruly curls and their lips were reunited once again.
He sucked on her lips until they were red and swollen, but Vicki didn’t raise any protest. Shifting her face slightly to the right, she managed to murmur in his ear. “Do you like the way I taste?”
Henry smiled against her mouth and sucked harder, the tips of his fangs lightly grazing the sensitive flesh. Vicki gasped but did not pull away. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He chuckled and withdrew from her mouth. “Hold that thought.” His finger dipped once again into the contents of the pot and he brought it closer to her. She made a move to lick it off again, but he moved it away. “No,” he whispered. Vicki looked confused. With his other hand, he brushed her hair from her neck until the smooth flesh was revealed to him. Vicki shivered as his eyes roamed over the artery pulsing beneath the surface.
“Do it.” She closed her eyes and arched forward, offering herself to him. Henry almost lost control in that very moment, but he wanted to prolong this experience as much as possible. Taking a deep breath, he traced the artery with his thumb, fascinated by how hot her skin was and how the faint blue line seemed to jump under his touch. Wordlessly, he smeared the warm caramel over the artery, blowing on it until it had cooled into a thick, viscous line.
He darted forward with predatory speed and his tongue lapped at the sweetness. Vicki moaned and allowed her full weight to rest on the edge of the counter while his tongue slowly worked the caramel from her skin. His right arm braced her back while his left snaked slowly down to the hem of her sweatpants. With a convulsive jerk, they were pushed past her hips and slid slowly down to her knees. Her panties fared worse than the sweatpants, and were ripped away like so much tissue paper. He dipped a long, slender finger into her wetness and began to tease her by running the tip of his finger over her clit. She gasped his name and a second finger entered her almost instantly.
His fingers began to pump furiously inside her, eliciting sharp cries of ecstasy as they and his lips began to work in unison. The sweetness was almost gone from her skin and he ran his tongue over the artery that was now pulsing madly, beckoning to him. He felt his fangs descend and he scraped them along her neck, and then soothed the skin with a quick flick of his tongue. Vicki’s breathing and heart rates were becoming increasingly erratic, and her cries had turned to near-desperate whimpers. He knew that she was close and prepared to take her over the edge.
Her walls rippled and clenched at him with incredible force, and he increased his pace, his fingers gliding in and out of her, bathed in her essence. A scream began to build up in her throat, and he bit down at the very last second when it exploded forth with ear-splitting clarity. The blood flowed freely and was like ambrosia, thick and spicy-hot, laced with her heady passion. He drank furiously at first like a man dying of thirst, then slowed his pace to a languid crawl. Her screams had faded gradually to hoarse moans and he felt her go limp in his arms. He supported her full weight and allowed her to bask in the bliss that he was bestowing upon her. When his hunger was satisfied, he released her, and picking her up, set her down gently on the counter.
She leaned her head back against the cupboards while he nuzzled the side of her face, breathing in her rich scent. Finally she opened her eyes and blinked in the sudden glare to clear her vision. They caught each other’s gaze and grinned lazily at one another. His hands encircled her waist and he lifted her down off the counter and set her feet back on the floor. Vicki cast a glance at the contents of the pot, which had congealed into a thick mass. She shook her head in mock disapproval.
“Well, my Halloween treats are beyond saving at this point. Reheating it will ruin it.”
Henry came up behind her and whispered in her ear, his breath hot and damp on her skin. “Treats are only part of the holiday appeal. I’m sure I can make it up to you with a few tricks of mine.” Before she could respond, he scooped her up and began to head into the bedroom. True to his word, within moments Vicki soon forgot about her ruined treats.