One Night Only (M)havelovedAugust 31 2011, 17:19:52 UTC
(This was written fairly quickly when my Internet was down last night; I'll probably expand and polish it a bit more later. Hope you like it! :D)
“What exactly did you say this was?” she asks, because, staring at the glass, all she can make out is that it’s green, and that it’s not anything she’s ever seen before.
“Midori,” he says, as if that explains everything, and when she drains the glass of it, she chokes.
“Tastes like piss, if you ask me.”
“I didn’t. I know.”
She watches his gait as he crosses the room. He doesn’t move quite as fluidly in the leather garments as she knows she does. She knows exactly what she looks like in this getup-the clinging leather, the curls. She knows he wouldn’t have hired her if he didn’t like exactly what he saw.
When he collapses into the chair across from her, she gets up and goes to him, straddling his waist and putting her hands on his chest. Her hands slip slightly on the leather, but she keeps the pressure firm. “What’s your pleasure, Mr. Vincent?”
“Bite me.”
She draws back. She’s not quite familiar with American slang-perhaps he’s picked it up, because if his accent is anything to go by, he’s not from around here, like her-but she’s more than certain that’s not favorable. “Sorry?”
“Bite me.” He makes a gesture to his neck and she has to contain a laugh. She tries not to laugh at her client’s preferences, but this is too much.
“Is that why you went into your line of work, then? You like the biting?”
“Why’d you go into yours?” he fires back, his hands stroking along the curves of her thighs. “You like the fucking?”
“More than you know.” She licks his ear as she says it, and she hears a chuckle.
“I think I know.”
Belle sinks her teeth into his neck, and she enjoys the way he tenses and groans, enjoys the feeling of his cock stiffening against the leather, throbbing hard and insistent. She doesn’t mind the taste of his blood quite as much as she thought she would; in fact, she rather likes it.
She traces her tongue over his skin, tastes sweat that smells of smoke - smoke from the fire in the room, smoke from the bar where he’d found her - and alcohol, because he seems to swim in it. His breath feels hot on her skin, stirs her curls, and she feels him undoing her buttons and inching his hand low, feels his fingers teasing around her warm wetness and into it.
She lets out a gasp, and she locks eyes with him, nodding permission. She’s sure, however, that her continued licking and biting and the pressure of her fingers as she reaches under his waistband, stroking his erection, more than indicates consent.
Peter grunts as she strokes her fingers along his cock, and he works two of his fingers into her, his rhythm growing less steady as she gets him off. Not to be outdone, he works a bit harder, and soon enough she’s come into his hand and he’s smirking, well pleased.
To tease him just a second more, she skims her slick fingers along his thigh, smirking as she feels the rash from the leather. “I can give you a cream for that.”
He withdraws his fingers from her, kisses her hard, swirls his tongue around in her mouth, seemingly searching for the taste of his own blood. “You’ve given me what I want.”
She nods, getting up and pouring them two glasses of the Midori-tastes like piss or not, she has to admit it’s different. “You’ve got the whole rest of the night,” she reminds him, handing him a glass and then perching on the arm of his chair, throwing her legs across his lap.
“I’ll do anything else you want me to,” she breathes into his ear, “as long as you show me some more of the nightlife. Hell,” she murmurs, when she thinks about it, “maybe you can show me how to kill a vampire.”
“Not done that in years, love,” he says, as his fingers trace a run in her stockings. But he downs the last of the Midori, takes a look out the window at the pitch black night, then back to her smile, still faintly stained with his blood.
“Oh, hell, get me drunk and I’ll try anything. Come on.”
Re: One Night Only (M)zazie11August 31 2011, 18:37:57 UTC
AAHHHHH!!! This is AWESOME!!!
He doesn’t move quite as fluidly in the leather garments as she knows she does.
Yesss. Tell me more ...
"Bite me." I like this, but then you go and take it even further ...
“Is that why you went into your line of work, then? You like the biting?”
“Why’d you go into yours?” he fires back, his hands stroking along the curves of her thighs. “You like the fucking?”
“More than you know.” She licks his ear as she says it, and she hears a chuckle.
“I think I know.”
asfdljkj!
This bit is both incredibly funny (I think I literally slapped the table when I read, "You like the fucking?") but then swings right back to sexy with that chuckle and "I think I know." <333
Sexy-sexy-sexy, and then .... “I can give you a cream for that.” I swear Trai, I'm gonna wet my pants! The two professionals, swapping trade tips ... I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!
Peter searching out the taste of his own blood in her mouth, the egomaniac (bless him). ;D
“Oh, hell, get me drunk and I’ll try anything. Come on.” You take that line and turn it the Doctor's voice ... his invitation ... his dare.
This is perfect, Trai - don't change a word! Thank you for writing it. From here on out, I'm cutting your power at least 2x a week to make you keep writing fic for me. :D :D
Re: One Night Only (M)havelovedAugust 31 2011, 20:05:38 UTC
Augh, don't you dare threaten me with taking out my internet! ;) Hurricane Irene hit my area hard, completely drowned my school's Internet servers since Sunday morning! We got service back for some brief shining hours yesterday (long enough for me to check up on things and check the prompts here!), shortly after I saw Fright Night with my Whovian friends (convenient, eh? :D), and I wrote as I whiled away the time!
Hee, I'm so glad you liked it! I had so much fun imagining the two of them together, and "You like the fucking?" was actually my favorite part of writing that whole encounter, too! And heh, all I could think of at first was Peter's line about the leather giving him a rash, and of course Belle would know what to do about that! On the ride home, one of my friends remarked that David sometimes didn't seem quite so comfortable moving in the leather, so I tried to play on that.
I had a ridiculous amount of fun with this one, and seeing how the prompter responds is always the most nervewracking bit, so I'm so ridiculously happy you're pleased with it! Thanks for the prompt, love; it kept me sane during the dark hours. ;)
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“What exactly did you say this was?” she asks, because, staring at the glass, all she can make out is that it’s green, and that it’s not anything she’s ever seen before.
“Midori,” he says, as if that explains everything, and when she drains the glass of it, she chokes.
“Tastes like piss, if you ask me.”
“I didn’t. I know.”
She watches his gait as he crosses the room. He doesn’t move quite as fluidly in the leather garments as she knows she does. She knows exactly what she looks like in this getup-the clinging leather, the curls. She knows he wouldn’t have hired her if he didn’t like exactly what he saw.
When he collapses into the chair across from her, she gets up and goes to him, straddling his waist and putting her hands on his chest. Her hands slip slightly on the leather, but she keeps the pressure firm. “What’s your pleasure, Mr. Vincent?”
“Bite me.”
She draws back. She’s not quite familiar with American slang-perhaps he’s picked it up, because if his accent is anything to go by, he’s not from around here, like her-but she’s more than certain that’s not favorable. “Sorry?”
“Bite me.” He makes a gesture to his neck and she has to contain a laugh. She tries not to laugh at her client’s preferences, but this is too much.
“Is that why you went into your line of work, then? You like the biting?”
“Why’d you go into yours?” he fires back, his hands stroking along the curves of her thighs. “You like the fucking?”
“More than you know.” She licks his ear as she says it, and she hears a chuckle.
“I think I know.”
Belle sinks her teeth into his neck, and she enjoys the way he tenses and groans, enjoys the feeling of his cock stiffening against the leather, throbbing hard and insistent. She doesn’t mind the taste of his blood quite as much as she thought she would; in fact, she rather likes it.
She traces her tongue over his skin, tastes sweat that smells of smoke - smoke from the fire in the room, smoke from the bar where he’d found her - and alcohol, because he seems to swim in it. His breath feels hot on her skin, stirs her curls, and she feels him undoing her buttons and inching his hand low, feels his fingers teasing around her warm wetness and into it.
She lets out a gasp, and she locks eyes with him, nodding permission. She’s sure, however, that her continued licking and biting and the pressure of her fingers as she reaches under his waistband, stroking his erection, more than indicates consent.
Peter grunts as she strokes her fingers along his cock, and he works two of his fingers into her, his rhythm growing less steady as she gets him off. Not to be outdone, he works a bit harder, and soon enough she’s come into his hand and he’s smirking, well pleased.
To tease him just a second more, she skims her slick fingers along his thigh, smirking as she feels the rash from the leather. “I can give you a cream for that.”
He withdraws his fingers from her, kisses her hard, swirls his tongue around in her mouth, seemingly searching for the taste of his own blood. “You’ve given me what I want.”
She nods, getting up and pouring them two glasses of the Midori-tastes like piss or not, she has to admit it’s different. “You’ve got the whole rest of the night,” she reminds him, handing him a glass and then perching on the arm of his chair, throwing her legs across his lap.
“I’ll do anything else you want me to,” she breathes into his ear, “as long as you show me some more of the nightlife. Hell,” she murmurs, when she thinks about it, “maybe you can show me how to kill a vampire.”
“Not done that in years, love,” he says, as his fingers trace a run in her stockings. But he downs the last of the Midori, takes a look out the window at the pitch black night, then back to her smile, still faintly stained with his blood.
“Oh, hell, get me drunk and I’ll try anything. Come on.”
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He doesn’t move quite as fluidly in the leather garments as she knows she does.
Yesss. Tell me more ...
"Bite me."
I like this, but then you go and take it even further ...
“Is that why you went into your line of work, then? You like the biting?”
“Why’d you go into yours?” he fires back, his hands stroking along the curves of her thighs. “You like the fucking?”
“More than you know.” She licks his ear as she says it, and she hears a chuckle.
“I think I know.”
asfdljkj!
This bit is both incredibly funny (I think I literally slapped the table when I read, "You like the fucking?") but then swings right back to sexy with that chuckle and "I think I know." <333
Sexy-sexy-sexy, and then .... “I can give you a cream for that.”
I swear Trai, I'm gonna wet my pants! The two professionals, swapping trade tips ... I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!
Peter searching out the taste of his own blood in her mouth, the egomaniac (bless him). ;D
“Oh, hell, get me drunk and I’ll try anything. Come on.”
You take that line and turn it the Doctor's voice ... his invitation ... his dare.
This is perfect, Trai - don't change a word! Thank you for writing it. From here on out, I'm cutting your power at least 2x a week to make you keep writing fic for me. :D :D
xxxx L
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Hee, I'm so glad you liked it! I had so much fun imagining the two of them together, and "You like the fucking?" was actually my favorite part of writing that whole encounter, too! And heh, all I could think of at first was Peter's line about the leather giving him a rash, and of course Belle would know what to do about that! On the ride home, one of my friends remarked that David sometimes didn't seem quite so comfortable moving in the leather, so I tried to play on that.
I had a ridiculous amount of fun with this one, and seeing how the prompter responds is always the most nervewracking bit, so I'm so ridiculously happy you're pleased with it! Thanks for the prompt, love; it kept me sane during the dark hours. ;)
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Glad you enjoyed it! :D
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