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Beca looks up from her laptop the third time Chloe sighs.
They’ve been doing schoolwork on Chloe’s bed for the past hour in contented silence. That is, until all the sighing started.
Chloe’s eyes are still trained on the book she’s reading, but there’s a stitch between her brows that Beca knows all too well. When Chloe pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs for the fourth time, Beca closes her laptop and moves it to the bedside table.
“Your head again?”
Chloe blinks as she meets Beca’s gaze, as if she’s surprised to find her staring. Then she smiles softly.
“Yeah,” she says, sighing again. “I haven’t been sleeping well.”
“That sucks.” Beca pats the tops of her thighs. “Come ‘mere. You know the drill.”
Chloe’s head must really be hurting, because she barely does her excited shoulder-shimmy thing before putting her book aside and lying down with her head in Beca’s lap. She gives Beca one last smile before closing her eyes.
Beca takes a slow breath as she begins massaging Chloe’s temples. Her heart is beating fast, which is ridiculous at this point — Beca’s been soothing Chloe’s headaches like this for almost as long as she’s known her. Plus they now spoon on occasion. And Chloe has entrusted Beca with her secret vampire identity and has even drank her blood four times (not that Beca’s counting).
All of this to say, there’s no logical reason for Beca to be nervous about having her best friend’s head in her lap.
And yet.
Beca absentmindedly rubs Chloe’s pressure points with a little more force, eliciting a sigh from Chloe that rolls through Beca’s body. Beca swallows thickly.
“Maybe it’s too bright in here,” she says to fill the silence. “Or, like, you need dirt or something. Like a dirt blanket instead of a weighted blanket.”
Chloe’s brow furrows cutely. “Huh?”
“You know, to help you sleep better.”
“Oh.”
“Because vampire.”
“Yes, I got it. Good one, Bec.”
Beca changes up her technique, gently resting her fingers on Chloe’s cheeks as she presses her thumbs to the middle of her forehead. She then moves her thumbs outwards, smoothing them above the curve of Chloe’s eyebrows before reaching her temples on either side.
The move is a favorite of Chloe’s, Beca has learned, and it does the trick tonight because Chloe’s eyelids flutter when she sighs. Butterflies swirl behind Beca’s ribs as she repeats the motion.
“Wow you must really be feeling shitty, Chlo. Otherwise I know you’d be cracking up at my hilarious vampire humor.”
That gets a chuckle. “Yeah, totes.”
Beca bites the inside of her lip as a thought occurs to her.
“Actually… why do you get headaches? I mean, it can’t be for the same reasons as humans, right?”
“I don’t really know. My best guess is it’s sleep-related, but I’m not totally sure what triggers them. And no human-headache remedies work, either. I’ve tried painkillers, cold compresses, herbal teas — nothing helps.”
Beca stills her movements. “Not even this?”
Chloe opens her eyes and smiles almost sheepishly. “Not really.” She bites her bottom lip. “But it feels really nice anyway — you taking care of me.”
And Beca’s glad she’s already sitting down because that admission makes her knees go weak. It means a lot to her, that she makes Chloe feel cared for. She just wishes there was more that she could do.
That’s when she’s struck by another thought — one that makes her stomach flip in anticipation.
“Would it help if, like…” She takes a breath as she distractedly plays with Chloe’s hair. “If you, like, drank me?”
“I’m not sure,” Chloe says, eyes searching Beca’s face. “It might.”
Beca squares her shoulders. Her heart is really racing now.
“Then let’s try.”
Chloe sits up and shifts to face her. She’s studying Beca’s expression again, but she’s pressing her lips together like she’s trying not to smile, and Beca knows she wants to.
“Really?”
“Really,” Beca says, squeezing Chloe’s knee for emphasis. “If human blood isn’t the antidote to a vampire ailment, then what is?”
Chloe laughs a little louder than before and Beca grins at her. Beca sits up away from the headboard to take off her hoodie. She tries to pull the collar of her t-shirt down off one shoulder but the fabric is too tight, so in a moment of boldness she decides to take that off too.
And just like that she’s sitting in Chloe’s bed in nothing but leggings and a sports bra. Chloe’s lips part, eyes widening in surprise, and Beca feels herself flush.
“Whatever, you’re in pain.” Her cheeks are on fire. “Time is of the essence.”
“Uh-huh…” Chloe looks her up and down, taking in her cleavage with no attempt at subtlety, and Beca’s stomach swoops. She kneels over Beca, straddling her thighs, and reaches behind her to move the pillows out of the way. “And we’ve already established that you don’t hate the whole biting experience either.”
She pushes lightly on Beca’s shoulder, and it only takes Beca a few seconds to get the hint and lie flat on the mattress.
“Shut up,” she mutters. “That’s irrelevant.”
Chloe giggles as she leans over her and brushes Beca’s hair to the side. When she slips her fingers beneath the strap of Beca’s sports bra and tugs it to the right, knuckles gently pressing into the top of her breast, Beca feels like she might die.
“Sure it is, Becs.”
Beca doesn’t even attempt to come up with a witty retort because the next thing she knows Chloe’s nuzzling her neck, just below her ear. It’s higher than where she’ll bite her, but they’ve now done this enough that Beca knows it’s Chloe’s way of giving her a heads up.
It’s actually kind of sweet, but Beca doesn’t have time to dwell on that because Chloe inhales through her nose before swiping her tongue over Beca’s pulsepoint. The hand that isn’t holding Beca’s bra grips her waist — a touch that feels searing against her bare skin — and Beca has to remind herself to breathe.
“You wanna tell me again that your enjoyment is irrelevant?” Chloe murmurs, lips moving against Beca’s neck, and Beca squeezes her legs together.
She grabs Chloe’s hips, fingers slipping beneath her t-shirt. “This is a lot of banter for someone who allegedly has a headache,” she says, voice coarse.
“It’s worth a little extra pain to watch you squirm,” Chloe replies just before she bites her.
Each time Chloe’s drunk from her it’s been more pleasurable than the last, and the fifth time is no exception. The first pull Chloe draws from her is long and slow, helping the initial shock of pain subside and allowing Beca to focus on everything else.
And, god, there’s so much else to focus on — the way Chloe has settled on the tops of her thighs, the glide of her fingers as they slip further down Beca’s bra strap, the suction of her lips on Beca’s neck that sets off a chain reaction inside her, ending with a tugging sensation low in her stomach.
Soon Beca’s panting, and at this point she doesn’t bother hiding it. She knows Chloe knows.
She knows Chloe likes it.
As if on cue, Chloe rocks her hips forward, moaning into Beca’s skin. Her hand on Beca’s waist roams higher until her thumb bumps up against the sports bra. When her thumb pushes underneath the band, just a fraction of an inch, Beca gasps sharply. She holds Chloe’s hips steady as her own jutter upwards, pressing into her, and they both let out muffled moans.
Beca’s discovered that her mind goes cloudy, in these moments. When it’s like this, she’s not embarrassed or holding back or thinking about anything but the here and now.
She just wants.
(She thinks Chloe knows that, too.)
The suction on Beca’s neck decreases as Chloe drinks from her more shallowly, signaling that she’s almost done. When she eases her fangs out of her Beca sighs dreamily. She loops her arms around Chloe’s waist as she licks her wound to clean her up and help staunch the blood flow.
Once she’s done Chloe collapses beside Beca while still remaining half on top of her — a leg draped over her hip and her arm resting across her stomach. Beca loves these moments almost as much as the drinking part. There’s something so comforting about lying together and enjoying each other’s closeness.
“Any better?” she asks, covering Chloe’s arm with her own.
“Hmm?”
“Your headache. Is it gone?”
“Oh, duh.” Chloe giggles. “I forgot all about it.”
Beca snickers. “I guess the remedy works, then.”
“Guess so. And I don’t think I’ll dread getting them anymore. I mean, if the remedy is still on offer, of course.”
“That depends — what’s in it for the remedy?”
Chloe squeezes Beca’s waist. “It sounded to me like the remedy got a lot out of it herself.”
“Hey!” Beca slaps Chloe’s hand. “What happens when drinking stays… when drinking…”
“Sorry, sorry.” Chloe shifts and props her chin on Beca’s shoulder. “Hey.”
Beca opens her eyes just a sliver. “Yes?”
“Will you still rub my temples sometimes though?”
Beca scrunches up her nose and is rewarded with a giggle that makes her stomach swoop, even after everything.
“Sure thing, Chlo.”