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“Do you really, ah,” Lisa hisses as Jean runs her fangs over the delicate skin of Lisa's shoulder, “have to feed like this?”
In such an intimate position, with Lisa resting in Jean’s lap, close enough to feel the absence of a heartbeat. Jean’s arms around her waist, Lisa’s arms around Jean’s neck.
“Yes,” Jean says apologetically. “You might feel dizzy, and I wouldn’t want you to fall down.”
Always so sorry, this woman, Lisa thinks fondly. Always so considerate. It would be almost nauseating at times, if Lisa didn’t like it so much.
“What, you wouldn’t catch me?” Lisa says, a hitch in her breath when Jean shifts to find the right artery—presumably. Lisa doesn’t know much about how vampires feed. Not that she knew much about vampires at all. She teases, “After all, you have such strong arms.”
Jean shakes her head. “Of course I’d catch you,” she says, with so much honesty to Lisa's joke that it actually hurt to listen to. “But I wouldn’t want to hurt you accidentally. So we’ll have to do like this, Lisa. Sorry.”
Lisa pouts. Another straight-laced answer. No degree of flirtation in the reply at all. No matter how much Lisa prods at Jean, she just never seemed to get the hint. How could a woman be so smart yet so dumb?
Archons, if Lisa didn’t like her so much, she’d definitely have given up by now. Too bad her heart overpowers her laziness, much to Lisa’s dismay.
And that’s why when Jean stumbled into her dormitory room, face pale enough to put chalk to shame, Lisa had demanded Jean tell her the truth.
Lisa wasn’t stupid, after all.
Ever since meeting Jean at the academy, there was always something… off, about Jean’s habits. The dislike for sunny days. The refusal to take meals with her. The silent departures during night to meet some stranger—not a lover, Lisa knew for sure, based on how Jean acted.
Well, turns out the lovely Jean was of vampiric blood. Who needed human blood on the regular. And it turns out, there were some delivery issues with her current contact, which was why she’s been tripping all over herself, bruises under her eyes even more heavy than usual.
So, of course, for such a dear friend, Lisa just had to offer herself up.
Hence the current situation.
“If you could hold still, Lisa?” Jean says. “I don’t want to poke into the wrong artery.”
“Sure, sure,” Lisa dismisses, though she’s really trying her best not to tremble at Jean’s warm breath tickling her bare neck. The power Jean has over her is frightening sometimes, Lisa thinks wryly. Good thing she never realized. Or was it too bad? “Just go already, Jean.”
“Thank you,” Jean whispers, and then she bites down.
Lisa gasps, feeling lightning bolts race down her spine. Spindles of electricity, from her neck to her toes. She grabs onto Jean, tugging her even closer. It felt…
Good. So good. Mind-numbingly good.
So good Lisa might faint, judging by how her thoughts are blanking out. Colours swirling around some abstract painting, as Jean’s fangs dig into flesh, harder and harder.
“Jean, Jean,” Lisa chants—oh archons, this was so embarrassing, she was a grown woman, damn it—and Jean hums in response. The vibration actually makes Lisa shake this time.
Lisa arches herself into Jean’s hold, but Jean only slides her hands down Lisa’s sides to her hips. Places her fingers around her waist and forces her still.
Soon enough though, Jean’s bite grows lighter and lighter, and Lisa’s world finally swirls back into normality.
As normal as it could be, anyway, when you’ve just had a vampire feed from you.
Jean laps at puncture wounds, catching the last drips of blood. Lisa trembles at the coolness of Jean’s tongue on her heated skin.
“Is… Is this normal?” Lisa rasps. “This strange feeling?”
Jean freezes. Her grey-blue eyes shift, a guilty flicker that immediately tells Lisa all that she needs to know.
“You didn’t think to tell me about this?” Lisa says flatly.
“I…” Jean hesitates, licking at her lips. “I was scared you’d refuse,” she admits quietly. “The bloodlust wasn’t making me think straight. I didn’t have your best interest in mind. I’m so sorry, Lisa. I don’t know how I can make it up—”
Lisa’s heard enough. “That’s not the point, Jean,” Lisa says, rolling her eyes. “You didn’t trust that I’d agree anyway? It’s not as if it felt bad or anything.”
Jean swallows, looking away. She removes her hand from Lisa’s hips. It feels oddly empty, the space Jean leaves behind. “It must not be a very pleasant feeling, either then, feeling this way from someone who isn't a lover.”
Lisa sighs. Seems like the subtle way was not the right way to approach the dense matter that is Jean. “And what makes you think I don’t want you as a lover,” Lisa says bluntly.
Jean’s eyes widen. “You—what?”
“What I’m saying, dear Jean,” Lisa says, “is that I like you. No matter how exasperatingly oblivious at times.”
“… Oh,” Jean breathes. “Oh, wow. That’s, um.”
“Therefore,” Lisa says with a shrug, “you are free to feed from me any time.”
A brief moment of silence. Lisa waits for, well, not an answer. But at least a reply.
“Could I…” Jean says suddenly. “Could I kiss you too then?”
Lisa raises an eyebrow. Well. That was an interesting development.
“Did I hear this right?” Lisa says, as she presses her nose to Jean’s. Green stares into grey. “You, dear Jean, want to kiss me?”
“If you don’t want to," Jean says, panicked, trying to back away, "I understand—”
Lisa sighs, and then grabs onto Jean's jaw. “Oh, shut up and kiss me already.”
And then Lisa slants her lips over Jean’s, because of course Jean’s too stupefied to do anything without Lisa making a move first.
At least it was good. Really good. Mind-numbingly good, in fact.