13 Days of Darkstar 2: Heartbeat
13 Days of Darkstar continues, with some DarkCaster set in the Time Heals-verse. Enjoy the almost Rule 34! In the Time Heals-verse!
I really enjoy writing these two as an established couple where they have free reign over the planet.
Heartbeat
Thump.
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“Why is it so slow?” the mana witch asked, ivory cheek pressed against his bare chest.
Darkstar twisted one of the many silver rings in her ears absently for a few moments before responding.
“I don’t actually know. Is it terribly annoying?” he asked, a playful lilt in his voice.
She shook her head without removing it from where it was. Her hair brushed against grey skin and it tickled in a good way.
“Hmmm-Mmmm. No. It is just..so...slow. I never heard anyone’s heart beat that slow. Though, I don’t make a point to press my ear up against just anyone, you know,”
“Oh, really?” he asked, fingers still twisting one of her earrings, “Just how many hearts have you taken the time to listen to?”
She paused for a moment before responding.
“I can count them on one hand,” she answered vaguely.
“Ah. So, I am one of the privileged few, am I?”
“Something like that,” she answered, tracing lazy circles around his skin with a painted nail.
She laid her warm cheek on his chest again and the two said nothing, but stared at the painted ceiling, which Charmcaster had hexed to look like a swirling cluster of stars. and planets instead of the usual glowering demons. The mana witch stared off into nothing, continuing to listen to the slow, steady, rhythmic beat of Darkstar’s heart. It made sense that his heart beat slow. He was always cold, or cool, depending on what they...he was doing. Charmcaster felt that it suited him...and herself, just fine.
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Slowly, Charmcaster eased an arm over Darkstar’s midsection and tightened her grip.
“Another go already, Lovely?” he asked.
The witch shook her head, which tickled him again...once more in a good way.
“Not just yet. I’m hot and needed to cool down,” she said, not meeting his gaze
“Yes, you are, but no you don’t,” he corrected, raising a finger to punctuate his statement.
She smiled then, a genuine smile that she never displayed outside of this room. Darkstar liked that. It was like that smile was his and his alone. Sharing was never his strong suit. Something stirred inside him and it in turn stirred something...outside him. She pulled him tighter for a moment and whispered something unintelligible.
“What’s that, Lovely?” he questioned, twisting a piece of her long, white hair around his finger.
“Don’t die. You can’t die before me. I won’t let you. I order you not to,”
Well, that certainly ended the stirring.
“Excuse me?” he asked, sitting up under her.
She sat up as well, but refused to release him. The witch pressed her forehead
against his shoulder.
“You heard me. I don’t want to ever not hear that ridiculously slow heart of yours. It is painfully slow and it always sounds like it is about to stop! It isn’t fair! You shouldn’t do that!”
Darkstar scowled and bit back a snarky comment about how he had little control over his pulse unless she’d like to do something about it. However, her tone of voice made his statement die on his tongue before it left his mouth. Charmcaster didn’t sound like herself at all.
She sounded frustrated, angry, and a little frightened.
“I can’t promise something I can’t control, no matter how much I’d like to,”
There was a hitch in his breath as a pair of soft lips began to leave a series of hot, wet kisses in a trail from his shoulder to his collar bone, to his neck.
Magenta eyes stared at him and long lashes batted. A silky leg slid over him and toes tickled his calf muscle.
“Promise me?” she asked, sounding playful.
She nibbled lovingly on the skin of his collar bone as she pressed her weight against him so that he eased back onto the mattress on his back.
With that, the stirring returned....very insistently.
“I...,”
Darkstar found that his vast vocabulary escaped him.
Charmcaster tugged lightly at his lower lip with her teeth before placing a kiss squarely on his thin lips.
“Promise me?” she asked again, pressing against him in all the right places.
He nodded.
A soft, delicate hand cupped his cheek.
“What is that?” she asked, eyes wide and attentive, despite being clouded with lust.
He reached up suddenly then, and pulled her body against his. His hands ran through her hair before they found the back of her neck. Charmcaster gasped in delight when there were twin sharp, sweet pains there. A heady drunkenness seemed to flow into her and the warmth spread throughout her body, even after he released her and the tiny mouths in his palms disengaged from her flesh. He squeezed her close to him again.
Then, Darkstar whispered in her ear.
“I promise, but only to you,”
Charmcaster let out a euphoric, dreamy moan.
“Only to me. You promise,” she whispered, her nails digging into his thin, grey skin.
“Yes,” he answered.
Charmcaster pressed her ear against his chest, just to be sure.
Thump.
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Thump.
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Thump.
A smile crossed her face.
“Good,” was all she said.
I really enjoy writing these two as an established couple where they have free reign over the planet.
Heartbeat
Thump.
...
...
Thump.
...
...
Thump.
“Why is it so slow?” the mana witch asked, ivory cheek pressed against his bare chest.
Darkstar twisted one of the many silver rings in her ears absently for a few moments before responding.
“I don’t actually know. Is it terribly annoying?” he asked, a playful lilt in his voice.
She shook her head without removing it from where it was. Her hair brushed against grey skin and it tickled in a good way.
“Hmmm-Mmmm. No. It is just..so...slow. I never heard anyone’s heart beat that slow. Though, I don’t make a point to press my ear up against just anyone, you know,”
“Oh, really?” he asked, fingers still twisting one of her earrings, “Just how many hearts have you taken the time to listen to?”
She paused for a moment before responding.
“I can count them on one hand,” she answered vaguely.
“Ah. So, I am one of the privileged few, am I?”
“Something like that,” she answered, tracing lazy circles around his skin with a painted nail.
She laid her warm cheek on his chest again and the two said nothing, but stared at the painted ceiling, which Charmcaster had hexed to look like a swirling cluster of stars. and planets instead of the usual glowering demons. The mana witch stared off into nothing, continuing to listen to the slow, steady, rhythmic beat of Darkstar’s heart. It made sense that his heart beat slow. He was always cold, or cool, depending on what they...he was doing. Charmcaster felt that it suited him...and herself, just fine.
Thump.
...
...
Thump.
...
...
Thump.
Slowly, Charmcaster eased an arm over Darkstar’s midsection and tightened her grip.
“Another go already, Lovely?” he asked.
The witch shook her head, which tickled him again...once more in a good way.
“Not just yet. I’m hot and needed to cool down,” she said, not meeting his gaze
“Yes, you are, but no you don’t,” he corrected, raising a finger to punctuate his statement.
She smiled then, a genuine smile that she never displayed outside of this room. Darkstar liked that. It was like that smile was his and his alone. Sharing was never his strong suit. Something stirred inside him and it in turn stirred something...outside him. She pulled him tighter for a moment and whispered something unintelligible.
“What’s that, Lovely?” he questioned, twisting a piece of her long, white hair around his finger.
“Don’t die. You can’t die before me. I won’t let you. I order you not to,”
Well, that certainly ended the stirring.
“Excuse me?” he asked, sitting up under her.
She sat up as well, but refused to release him. The witch pressed her forehead
against his shoulder.
“You heard me. I don’t want to ever not hear that ridiculously slow heart of yours. It is painfully slow and it always sounds like it is about to stop! It isn’t fair! You shouldn’t do that!”
Darkstar scowled and bit back a snarky comment about how he had little control over his pulse unless she’d like to do something about it. However, her tone of voice made his statement die on his tongue before it left his mouth. Charmcaster didn’t sound like herself at all.
She sounded frustrated, angry, and a little frightened.
“I can’t promise something I can’t control, no matter how much I’d like to,”
There was a hitch in his breath as a pair of soft lips began to leave a series of hot, wet kisses in a trail from his shoulder to his collar bone, to his neck.
Magenta eyes stared at him and long lashes batted. A silky leg slid over him and toes tickled his calf muscle.
“Promise me?” she asked, sounding playful.
She nibbled lovingly on the skin of his collar bone as she pressed her weight against him so that he eased back onto the mattress on his back.
With that, the stirring returned....very insistently.
“I...,”
Darkstar found that his vast vocabulary escaped him.
Charmcaster tugged lightly at his lower lip with her teeth before placing a kiss squarely on his thin lips.
“Promise me?” she asked again, pressing against him in all the right places.
He nodded.
A soft, delicate hand cupped his cheek.
“What is that?” she asked, eyes wide and attentive, despite being clouded with lust.
He reached up suddenly then, and pulled her body against his. His hands ran through her hair before they found the back of her neck. Charmcaster gasped in delight when there were twin sharp, sweet pains there. A heady drunkenness seemed to flow into her and the warmth spread throughout her body, even after he released her and the tiny mouths in his palms disengaged from her flesh. He squeezed her close to him again.
Then, Darkstar whispered in her ear.
“I promise, but only to you,”
Charmcaster let out a euphoric, dreamy moan.
“Only to me. You promise,” she whispered, her nails digging into his thin, grey skin.
“Yes,” he answered.
Charmcaster pressed her ear against his chest, just to be sure.
Thump.
...
...
Thump.
...
...
Thump.
A smile crossed her face.
“Good,” was all she said.