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Wilson is sat on the loveseat watching as Luca takes a sip of water. She stares at the way her neck moves when she gulps, how her blonde hair falls around her shoulders, her tattoo barely visible from where Wilson sits. She stares so long that she begins to zone out, not registering her name being said. Manicured nails enter her field of vision. They snap and wave a few times, bringing her out of her stupor.
Blinking, she looks up to see Luca smiling at her, purple eyes full of mischief, “Like what you see?” Wilson watches as she takes a few steps forward to sit on their sofa. There’s a playful smirk that sits on Luca’s face when she turns to look at her, one that lights something up in Wilson. She gets up from the loveseat and makes her way over to Luca, who looks up at her with ever so slightly widened eyes, smirk barely faltering.
Placing a hand on her shoulder she picks up a strand of hair, twirling it in her fingers as she leans forward, whispering, “Yeah, I Do,” A playful tone in her voice. She gets closer, placing a leg on either side of Luca, caging her in. A pair of hands settle on her waist, holding her.
When she moves back, Luca is looking up at her, eyes trying to hold her gaze but failing every now and then. It brings a small smile to Wilson’s face. When she breaks eye contact once more, Wilson uses the brief time to take in Luca’s appearance properly. She’s wearing a thin white cami top, with shorts that barely reach her mid-thigh. Wilson can feel warm flesh against her own. Luca’s neck is flushed a soft pink that will no doubt grow deeper.
Luca clears her throat bringing Wilson’s attention back up. “Are…you hungry?” It should be taken as any normal question, but it isn’t. Wilson takes a few seconds to think, but her body picks up on the intent before her mind does, and want begins to simmer beneath her skin. When it finally registers, she studies Luca’s face before she nods.
Luca smiles softly before leaning until her back hits the couch cushion and leans, so that the side of her neck with no tattoos is exposed. Wilson takes a deep breath before shifting even closer. She uses the hand that was playing with Luca’s hair to cup her jaw and makes it so that they make eye contact, “Are you sure about this?” It’s not like they haven’t done this before, but Wilson just wants clear confirmation to ease her own mind, to know that she doesn’t feel obligated to help her.
There’s a soft chuckle before she responds, “Yes, I’m sure”. With that Wilson moves Luca’s hair out of the way, before moving the shoulder strap as well, even if it she didn’t necessarily need to. She leans down and leaves soft kisses where her ear connects down to her collarbone. She leaves hickeys across her clavicle, smiling when the grip on her waist tightens. She moves back up to her neck, and gives Luca a small warning that she’s about to bite.
All Luca can focus on is the soft noises that follow each kiss, the hickeys that will trail along her clavicle. Can only focus on Wilson’s warm breath, where her hands sit, her body pressed up against her. All she can feel is Wilson and it’s both overwhelming and comforting. When she hears the warning, she does her best to relax her body. Her heart begins to beat even faster in anticipation and she thinks that if she had a tail it’d probably be wagging in excitement right now.
There’s a few seconds before Luca feels a soft kiss followed by a sharp sting, making her close her eyes, arching into Wilson, the grip she has on her waist tightening. It dulls after a few moments and Luca can faintly feel the blood being siphoned out of her before it stops. A warm wet sensation follows lapping over the bite, pulling a soft whine out of her.
When it stops she opens her eyes, and leaning above her is Wilson, with blood stained lips and rosy cheeks. Her eyes wide, searching for any indication that she should stop. Luca just smiles and pulls her in for a kiss, soft and languid. She gets a taste of metal when they part, and another when she licks her own lips.
Wilson leans back down and kisses a different spot before biting down again, a moan falls from Luca’s lips. Now that the sensation starts to feel arousing. She takes slow and deep breaths to steady herself when Wilson pulls away and moves lower. Luca blushes even more, if that’s even possible, when she hears Wilson say, “I want to hear you,” followed by a bite. Releasing soft and short high pitched moans as Wilson drinks, feeling sensitive to everything.
The tentative cold touch on her warm skin, paired with the weight of Wilson on top of her, has her mind slowly turning to mush. It doesn’t help when fingers dance their way down her chest. They pull at her shirt, until the strap falls off the shoulder and her nipple is exposed to cool air. A soft choked gasp falls from her lips when she feels a bite an inch above her nipple. The other side of her shirt follows a similar fate of being tugged lower. A hand cups her breast, thumb rubbing over the nipple before pinching. Short whines fall from her lips as she arches her back even further.
“Wilson…please,” she moans, the arousal starting to become too little and too much at the same time. Wilson leans back after licking up any leftover blood. Watching the way Luca breathes, how her chest heaves up and down, and the way bitemarks trail down the right side of her chest, almost as if they mirror her tattoos. She pulls back just enough so she can slot her leg in between her thighs and leans down for a kiss. Swallowing the moans that fall out of Luca’s lips while she continues to play with her nipple. Wilson pulls away to trail hickeys as she helps Luca begin grinding against her thigh.
Luca removes a hand from Wilson’s waist to grab one of her wrists and begins guiding it lower. Moves it under her shirt to the hem of her shorts. Wilson splays her fingers along her abdomen before slipping her hand into her shorts. She comes in contact with coarse hair, and moves her hand lower until her fingers dip between her folds and onto her clit. Luca lets go of her wrist and sighs in relief with the direct contact. Until Wilson starts to rub her finger against it, making Luca’s hips stutter in response. Shallow gasps fall from her lips in response. Wilson picks up the pace and pressure. Luca’s gasps turning into airy high pitched whines as her hand grips Wilson even tighter.
Wilson moves her hand to insert a finger when Luca wraps her arms around her and hugs her closer. A hint she had picked up from their time together. She inserts another finger, feeling Luca’s breath hit her neck, the sounds she’s making sounding more clear and obscene at their proximity. When Luca starts to sniffle, Wilson knows she’s close and goes even faster. Wilson licks her lips and uses her free hand to hold her hair as she leans down and bites. She feels Luca bury her face into her neck followed by a muffled cry as her arms and body tense. Wilson drinks slow and steady, lapping at the bite until it stops bleeding.
Wilson lets go of her hair, and holds onto Luca until she comes back down. When she feels her relax, she pulls her hand out and wipes it on her clothes before switching what arm holds onto Luca. Using her clean hand to caress her head.
When she feels Luca’s breathing even out she leans back just enough to cup and move her face so that she can see her properly. When she scans her face she notices the thin layer of sweat that clings to her. She’s flushed a pretty pink that Wilson loves. Purple eyes that are glossed over with tears pooled in the corner. Luca leans into her touch as starts speaking.
“Are you okay?” Wilson knows that if she doesn’t ask fast enough Luca would start to fall asleep. What she gets in response is purple eyes scanning her face before locking onto her eyes. The attention flusters Wilson just a bit, eyes full of want staring back at her.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” said Luca. She wraps her arms around Wilson’s waist again, and pulls her closer, nuzzling her face into her neck. Wilson sighs in relief that she didn’t drain her girlfriend dry. Something she knows she wouldn’t be capable of doing but still worries. She feels soft kisses and tilts to expose more of her neck for Luca to mark in her own way. She knows come tomorrow they’ll both be littered with hickeys and bite marks.
After a few minutes Wilson tries to get up but Luca stops her, puppy eyes looking up at her confused. “What about you?” She asks, wanting to return the favor. Wilson giggles before leaning in to whisper in her ear. When she pulls back Luca is flushed pink again that makes her laugh before grabbing her arms and pulling her up. Pulling her in the direction of the bathroom to get washed up before heading to bed.
When they’re dressed in their pajamas, matching black and white ones with butterflies printed on them, Luca can feel Wilson’s stare on her. When she looks up, the other pretends that she was looking somewhere else but the content smile and soft blush gives her away. Even if she denies and never outwardly admits it, Luca can tell that Wilson is a tiny bit possessive of her. More like really but she doesn’t really say anything or bring it up unless she wants to mess with her a little. It’s funnier in public when she wraps an arm around her waist, or grabs her hand and pulls her closer or away from everyone else.
Luca grabs Wilson’s arm and tugs her to their room, turning any lights off on their way there. They settle under soft covers, facing each other. Arms wrapped around each other, legs entangled. The moon shines through the window illuminating the bright blue eyes Luca fell in love with. They sit in silence, gazing at each other before they both lean in for one last kiss. It’s soft and warm with giggles following after. The smile that blooms on Luca’s face reminds Wilson of a miniature sun, one bright and neverending. Wilson watches as Luca drifts off into sleep before pulling her closer and following suit.