Possession | R | The Hunger/The Hours
Title: Possession
Prompt: seduction
Challenge: 100 Fic Challenge (#34)
Fandom: Miriam/Clarissa, The Hunger/The Hours
Requested by: kitnkabootle
Rating: R
Word Count: 564
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: This is the second story I’ve written with this crossover pairing using this prompt. I’m beginning to think that kitnkabootle felt jipped the first time around since I didn’t incorporate sex. Oops! I hope I managed to pull off this second interpretation of the prompt. Let me know what you think!
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Miriam licks at the soft hollow of Clarissa’s inner thigh, her tongue picking up the intoxicating combination of arousal, sweat, and something that is distinctly Clarissa. She suckles gently at the flesh and her eyelids flutter closed as she is assailed with memories of hundreds of similar encounters. She pushes them aside; those men and women were hers and hers alone, and Clarissa is…something unattainable. She’s different than the others and therefore Miriam wants to focus solely on this experience. She wants to be infused by it, become it, breathe it so deeply that she forgets how alone she feels.
Clarissa writhes beneath her, wholly present in this shared moment for the first time since Miriam has met her. If there were ever a time that Miriam could possess this woman completely, it would be now. Gone are the ghosts in Clarissa’s mind, the hesitations and the sadness and the confusion. She is simply Clarissa now, enthralled by every move that Miriam makes.
Miriam yearns to bite, to sink her teeth in deep enough to draw out the sweet nectar that flows in Clarissa’s veins. How easy it would be; Clarissa is too enamored and too aroused to deny Miriam anything, even her eternity.
But what is an eternity when it is stolen instead of freely given? The exchange of blood would be so simple, so delicious, and then it would be done. Just like that, as if they were exchanging phone numbers scribbled on napkins, Clarissa would be hers forever - or, for as long as Miriam’s blood thrived in her veins.
Much as Miriam hungers for the taste of blood, she will not feed on Clarissa. She will not possess her and Clarissa will never belong to her. Though Miriam has not discerned much of Clarissa’s private life, she can tell by the frequent faraway look in Clarissa’s sad eyes that she belongs to another.
She could very easily love Clarissa. There is sadness deep within her that Miriam understands. She feels somewhat of an affinity with Clarissa that is inexplicable. It’s been quite some time since Miriam has felt this sort of connection with another person; she has no idea how long it will be before she finds this level of connectedness again. Miriam has never gone so long without a lover to belong to her. It’s unsettling. The threat of an eternity alone terrifies her, and it is for this reason that she wants Clarissa so badly.
But Miriam knows that if she were to drink of Clarissa, and allow Clarissa to drink of Miriam, that the eternity that they would share would be an unhappy one. Clarissa is too lost, too out of sorts with herself, to give herself completely to a woman that she does not love. Miriam has never taken anyone who did not willingly want to be given; love was always a precondition. This woman that Miriam longs for and protects with a proprietary thrill does not have those feelings for her. She gives them to another.
Miriam is not so selfish that she would keep someone who does not want to be kept. Instead she releases Clarissa’s thigh and covers her sex with her mouth, drinking of her until their lusts are sated and their needs are met. Clarissa needs to forget and, for tonight, Miriam needs to imagine that she belongs to someone else.
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Prompt: seduction
Challenge: 100 Fic Challenge (#34)
Fandom: Miriam/Clarissa, The Hunger/The Hours
Requested by: kitnkabootle
Rating: R
Word Count: 564
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: This is the second story I’ve written with this crossover pairing using this prompt. I’m beginning to think that kitnkabootle felt jipped the first time around since I didn’t incorporate sex. Oops! I hope I managed to pull off this second interpretation of the prompt. Let me know what you think!
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Miriam licks at the soft hollow of Clarissa’s inner thigh, her tongue picking up the intoxicating combination of arousal, sweat, and something that is distinctly Clarissa. She suckles gently at the flesh and her eyelids flutter closed as she is assailed with memories of hundreds of similar encounters. She pushes them aside; those men and women were hers and hers alone, and Clarissa is…something unattainable. She’s different than the others and therefore Miriam wants to focus solely on this experience. She wants to be infused by it, become it, breathe it so deeply that she forgets how alone she feels.
Clarissa writhes beneath her, wholly present in this shared moment for the first time since Miriam has met her. If there were ever a time that Miriam could possess this woman completely, it would be now. Gone are the ghosts in Clarissa’s mind, the hesitations and the sadness and the confusion. She is simply Clarissa now, enthralled by every move that Miriam makes.
Miriam yearns to bite, to sink her teeth in deep enough to draw out the sweet nectar that flows in Clarissa’s veins. How easy it would be; Clarissa is too enamored and too aroused to deny Miriam anything, even her eternity.
But what is an eternity when it is stolen instead of freely given? The exchange of blood would be so simple, so delicious, and then it would be done. Just like that, as if they were exchanging phone numbers scribbled on napkins, Clarissa would be hers forever - or, for as long as Miriam’s blood thrived in her veins.
Much as Miriam hungers for the taste of blood, she will not feed on Clarissa. She will not possess her and Clarissa will never belong to her. Though Miriam has not discerned much of Clarissa’s private life, she can tell by the frequent faraway look in Clarissa’s sad eyes that she belongs to another.
She could very easily love Clarissa. There is sadness deep within her that Miriam understands. She feels somewhat of an affinity with Clarissa that is inexplicable. It’s been quite some time since Miriam has felt this sort of connection with another person; she has no idea how long it will be before she finds this level of connectedness again. Miriam has never gone so long without a lover to belong to her. It’s unsettling. The threat of an eternity alone terrifies her, and it is for this reason that she wants Clarissa so badly.
But Miriam knows that if she were to drink of Clarissa, and allow Clarissa to drink of Miriam, that the eternity that they would share would be an unhappy one. Clarissa is too lost, too out of sorts with herself, to give herself completely to a woman that she does not love. Miriam has never taken anyone who did not willingly want to be given; love was always a precondition. This woman that Miriam longs for and protects with a proprietary thrill does not have those feelings for her. She gives them to another.
Miriam is not so selfish that she would keep someone who does not want to be kept. Instead she releases Clarissa’s thigh and covers her sex with her mouth, drinking of her until their lusts are sated and their needs are met. Clarissa needs to forget and, for tonight, Miriam needs to imagine that she belongs to someone else.
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