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December 1st, 1875 - London
Jade can’t help but giggle as she presses another quick kiss against Dave’s mouth, leaning back against the door to the manor as she pulls him a little bit closer.
“Jade, we have to go inside,” he breathes against her lips, but he doesn’t actually make any move to peel away from her.
She hums and reaches behind herself to fumble blindly with the doorknob, grinning into Dave’s mouth as she gets it open and stumbling back a few steps. He absently kicks the door closed behind them, bringing his hands to her waist to pull her closer a moment before her back presses against the wall. She breaks the kiss to gasp, but when she leans up to try to recapture his lips, Dave mumbles, “Not out here.”
Jade can’t help but pout. “Grandpa isn’t home until the day after tomorrow.”
Dave shakes his head. “I’m not worried about your grandpa. It’s…” He looks around the room like he’s expecting someone to be hiding behind one of the pieces of furniture, and he leans a little closer before he adds, “It’s more intimate than just sex, Jade. I wanna do this the right way.”
She can’t help softening a little, reaching out for one of his hands. “Okay,” she says tenderly.
She abandons her hat on the table in the sitting room as they pass it on the way back to her bedroom. He’s been in it countless times by now, but he always dutifully follows her anyway, without impatiently pushing himself ahead of her. If anything, Jade is the far less patient one of the two of them, tugging Dave close for another kiss once they reach her bedroom door.
Dave presses her against the door with a hum as he kisses her back, sliding his hands down to her waist. She can’t feel his fingers as much as she’d like to through the layers of her bodice and corset, and she can’t help whining low in her throat over it. She can feel his teeth against her lips as he grins, and then he slides his hands further down to her hips and picks her up.
Jade always loves it when he picks her up. She loves it more, admittedly, when she’s already undressed and she can wrap her legs around him, but it’s still thrilling even without that.
Dave certainly tries to pull her legs around his hips as he holds her tight against him, and her skirt rides a little higher, ruffles brushing against her calves. Again, Jade reaches back to open the door without pulling away, and she lets out a pleased moan into Dave’s mouth as he carries her across the threshold and presses her down into the bed. Neither of them even bothers to shut the door, and that sends a little thrill through her, too.
Inevitably, Dave’s kisses start to trail away from her mouth and down to her throat, his lips brushing against the lace of her high collar. Even through the fabric of her dress, he teases his teeth against her pulse, and she gasps and struggles not to squirm. “Dave… please…”
He chuckles, nudging his nose against her neck. “Can’t bite you yet, Jade. Don’t wanna stain your pretty dress.”
Jade can’t help but whine. Since she’s been seeing Dave, she’s been favoring red dresses—not so much to mask the potential for blood stains, but rather because they remind her of the color of his eyes, which she loves so much. But for her birthday—and for this—she had wanted to wear one of her nicer gowns. She’d chosen the butter yellow one, covered in white lace and frills, that had been her favorite last year.
“You can,” she breathes, sliding a hand up to tangle her fingers into his hair.
He raises his brows back up at her. “I can what?” he asks, in such a tone that Jade can’t tell whether he’s teasing or not.
“Please bite me, Dave,” she pleads, looking down to seek out eye contact over the tops of his spectacles.
His eyes are half-lidded and full of awe as they meet hers, and it makes her shudder—especially when he lets his hot breath hit her neck and drags his teeth over it again. Then he pulls away from her neck, and she stares up at him with an expression that is earnestly a little betrayed. “Not yet,” he says again.
Jade bites her lip, forcing herself to hold back on the complaints that it’s her birthday. For now, at least. Dave slides his hands along her hips and sides again, and it’s tantalizing with all of the layers of fabric in the way, but before she can open her mouth to complain about it, he starts to pop open the buttons on her bodice.
After he’s opened the top few buttons, he leans down to press kisses against the newly exposed skin of her neck and chest, until he reaches the fabric of her corset cover.
“You’re teasing,” she huffs, cheeks flushed.
“You like it when I tease you,” he counters, which only makes her cheeks flush deeper. She does like it, but it’s still mortifying for him to say it out loud.
“Kiss me,” she says instead, and he eagerly surges up to comply, pressing his body tight to hers. Desperately, she tries to roll her hips up into his, but she’s once again blocked by her skirt.
Dave is evidently frustrated with the skirt, too, because he slides his hands down to her hips and starts to bunch the fabric up in his fists. Jade rolls her hips up again, this time to help him push her skirt up, until all of the layers of silk and ruffles and lace are pooled around her hips and her stockings and combinations are exposed. She wants to bite her lip again at the feeling of exposure, her cheeks flushing a little bit deeper, but with Dave’s mouth on hers, she drags her teeth over his lower lip instead, earning a lovely moan from him. There’s something ironic in the way he always loves it when she bites him.
The fabric of her combinations is so thin that as Dave runs his hands along her thighs, it almost feels like there’s nothing between them at all. Then his fingers find the slit at the center of the garment, and Jade sucks in a sharp breath through her teeth as he presses them against her.
He doesn’t press his fingers inside of her quite yet. Instead, he slides them along her slit to feel how wet she is, and she shivers and whimpers. He groans back, like just hearing her is pleasurable for him. She guesses in some way it must be, because he always seems to like the sex better when her grandfather is away and they don’t have to be quiet.
Once again, he trails his mouth down to her neck, this time pressing his lips and teeth and tongue against the hollow of her throat where her soft sounds vibrate against them. Then he trails over to that spot on her shoulder, near the crook of her neck, that he loves so much.
His eyes flit up to meet hers over the rims of his spectacles again, and her breath catches in her chest as she gives him a minute nod. It takes everything she has not to say please, really. Luckily, she doesn’t have to.
Dave presses two fingers inside her at the same time that he sinks his teeth into her shoulder, and Jade all-but cries out in pleasure, her back arching off the bed—as much as it can, anyway, when he still hasn’t taken off her corset. She tries to lean her head further over to grant him more room to work on her neck, but it’s irrational. He doesn’t move from that one spot.
It’s almost impossible to describe how good it feels to be bitten by a vampire. Jade isn’t sure if it’s something supernatural or something unique to their physiology—she’s tried to ask Dave about it, and she’s asked him to let her study him, which was pretty much how they’d gotten themselves into this position in the first place. But regardless of why it feels so good, it simply is euphoric. It fills her with a pleasant warmth and makes it hard to focus on much of anything other than his mouth on her.
She slides a hand up to tangle into his hair and pull him closer against her neck, as if that will do anything for either of them. In response, Dave starts to pump his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace. Again, she struggles not to squirm.
“Dave,” she gasps, tossing her head back and relishing the way it makes her head swim. Her loose curls fan out around her head, and when she twists it to try to press her cheek against the cool pillow, she finds herself nuzzling into her own hair. “More,” she says, pleading.
She can feel him chuckle against her neck again, and he starts to move his fingers a bit faster—but that’s still not enough, not until he curls them and hits that oh-so sensitive spot.
“Dave. That feels—” She cuts herself off with another moan, and her breath hitches in her chest. Instead, she curls her fingers a little tighter into his hair and tugs his head back. He manages to release his latch on her shoulder before he accidentally tears a chunk out of it, and she doesn’t give him time to question her before she presses her mouth to his insistently. He lets out a noise, half-pleased and half-startled, even as he kisses her back.
She can taste her own blood on his tongue. It’s not the first time, but it certainly feels different this time, knowing that soon she’ll be a blood drinker just like him.
Dave shifts the position of his hand just slightly, enough that he can press his thumb up against her, and oh. She keens into his mouth as he rubs circles against yet another sensitive spot with his thumb, his fingers now moving at a mercilessly fast pace and consistently curling up to hit that spot she had lovingly directed him toward the first time. Her thighs quiver at either side of his hips, and it feels like there’s a fire crawling under her skin, singing all of her nerves—
“Dave, stop,” she breaks away to gasp.
Without hesitation, he stops moving his fingers, although he doesn’t make any immediate move to pull them out of her. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
Jade can’t help an airy laugh at the question, when she can feel the blood trickling from her shoulder and threatening to stain her dress. She shakes her head anyway. “No. I just want…”
When she cuts herself off, cheeks flushing a little deeper, Dave’s eyebrows pinch together. His eyes flit over her face like he’s looking for something, and, voice soft, he murmurs, “What do you want, Jade?”
Jade is bolder than most, but it’s still difficult to muscle through her delicate Victorian sensibilities to tell him what she wants. Finally, she manages, “I want to feel you.”
If Dave’s cheeks were capable of flushing, she thinks that they would. As it stands, she has to settle for the look of sheer awe and adoration that she’s seen on him a hundred times, which still never fails to make her heart flutter. She supposes that, at least, won’t be a problem soon.
He has to pull away from her to start taking his clothes off, and even though it feels entirely unjust that she doesn’t have his weight settled on top of her anymore, she leans up on her elbows to watch. Dave’s clothes are far less elaborate than hers are, and he never takes his time removing them the way he sometimes likes to take his time removing hers. Even by the time she’s sat up, he’s already shed his waistcoat and is halfway through the buttons on his shirt. “Let me help,” Jade breathes, and he stares at her.
Her head is still spinning a little when she stumbles out of the bed and onto her feet, and she leans against him for support. His arms immediately come up around her waist, and he looks down at her with his eyebrows pinched together in concern. “Jade—” he starts, but she shakes her head and cuts him off with a kiss as her hands slide to start undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt. His hands only leave her waist for the moment it takes to roll his shoulders and shed the shirt, and then he’s right back to holding her tightly.
Once his shirt is off, Dave starts walking her back toward the bed again. At the same time, Jade slides her hands down to start opening the buttons on his trousers. She manages to get them opened and around his thighs before he gets her onto her back, once again hastily pushing the layers of her skirt up around her hips.
When Dave finally lines his hips up with hers, Jade breaks away to dig her teeth into her lower lip, her eyes flashing down as though to watch him push into her. Before he moves, though, he slides a hand under Jade’s chin, tilting her face up to look at him. “Do you remember what we talked about?”
Jade’s eyes widen, but she nods. This time, when she looks down, it’s at that dark, jagged scar on his neck, where it looks like an animal tried to tear out his throat and missed.
She leans down and brushes her lips against the mark at first, which already earns her a sharp breath from Dave. When she starts to dig her teeth into it, he moans and finally rolls his hips into hers. If anything, that makes it easier to bite him, as she instinctively tries to find some outlet to muffle the soft cry that threatens to pull out of her. It still feels unnatural to bite him as hard as she can, though, no matter how he shudders and bucks his hips against hers the harder she goes. Finally, when she tastes copper, she lets her jaw relax.
As more of Dave’s blood starts to spill over her tongue, Jade’s stomach churns with an unfamiliar sort of nausea. When she works with cadavers at the medical school, she’s always the least squeamish of her classmates, and her professors have complimented her over and over again on how neat her stitches are. She’s never tried to taste it before, though—not beyond the little bit of her own blood that she gets in her mouth when she kisses Dave after he’s drunk from her, anyway. She has a hard time forcing herself to swallow it.
Jade has known for a while that Dave’s scar is sensitive, but his reaction to her drawing blood is stronger than she could have imagined. Instead of the slow-building pace he usually starts them off with, he’s already rocking his hips into hers with wild abandon. “Jade—oh fuck, Jade—”
When she can’t stand the taste of blood anymore, she breaks off of his neck, and she doesn’t even have time to take a breath before Dave is leaning down and kissing her desperately. He’s still thrusting into her at that fast, hard pace, and she moans into his mouth and squeezes her thighs around his hips. She tries to pull away, but he leans after her insistently. Finally, she drops her head back against the pillows with a breathless laugh, baring her neck to him.
“Dave,” she says. It’s less pleading this time—it’s not even really demanding. She says his name like she’s trying to remind him of something he’s forgotten that it wouldn’t be appropriate to speak of in polite company. The implication, she thinks, is still clear.
She moans when he leans down and sinks his teeth into that same spot on her shoulder again, sliding her hands around to his back to dig her fingers into the muscles as they flex and roll with every movement of his hips.
Again, she is filled with that feeling of intense euphoria. It might be even stronger, she thinks, with just how much of her blood he’s already drunk. He’s always been so cautious about overfeeding, too afraid to hurt her; she practically had to beg him to bite her the first time, and it had been difficult to find the bravery to do it.
Now, she’s having trouble keeping her eyes open, her arms growing weak as they stay wrapped around him. She’s not digging her fingers into his back anymore so much as sort of resting them there with featherlight touches. She wants to pick her head up and look at him again—at his eyes, or his hands on her waist, or his hips still thrusting into hers at that mercilessly fast pace—but between the blood loss and her mounting orgasm, she can’t do it. Her legs start to grow weaker around his hips, and Dave slides his hands down from her waist to hold her thighs instead, keeping her wrapped around him. “Dave,” she sighs, her voice airy and light. Her eyes flutter closed as she mumbles, “I love you.”
He moans into her neck instead of pulling away to reply, and there’s something about him moaning into her bitemark that is pure ecstasy.
She’s not sure if it’s because of how much blood she’s lost at this point or if it’s something else, but the sensation of fire crawling all over her skin that usually comes with an orgasm is dulled so much as to be almost imperceptible. The little zaps of electricity that make her thighs clench around him and her toes curl are far weaker, too—so much so as to be almost nonexistent, her legs still only managing to stay around him because he’s holding them there.
That doesn’t stop it from coming, though. It feels much more like a pleasant warmth blooming through her entire body, which she only realizes in that moment has gotten so cold. She trembles under him, gasping and groaning, pressing her head back a little harder into the pillows. As she clenches around him, Dave moans into her neck again, and it’s enough to make her shudder, until she feels a familiar heat pooling in her gut.
“Dave,” Jade breathes. When he doesn’t pull away from her neck, she makes a weak attempt at rolling her shoulder and mumbles his name again. It still takes him a moment to stop biting her, before he finally pulls away with a soft gasp. His lips are still covered in her blood when his eyes flash up to her face, looking like he’s searching for something. “I want you to kiss me one more time,” she mumbles.
“I’m going to kiss you lots, for the rest of time and probably even longer than that,” he says, which makes her smile dreamily.
“I know you are. But I love you, and I want to kiss you now, before…”
When she trails off, Dave lets out a breath and leans in close. “Love you too,” he murmurs, and then presses his lips against hers.
For the first time since she met him, Jade thinks about how warm Dave feels. Between the heat where their bodies are still joined, his chest pressed against hers even through the layers of all her clothes, and his mouth on hers, she thinks he might be the warmest thing in the whole entire world. She can taste her blood on his lips again, but weirdly, it’s almost pleasant this time. She thinks it’s psychological—a reminder of what they’ve just done.
She can’t feel the blood trickling from the wound on her shoulder anymore, nor can she feel the way the fabric of her bodice, slick with the blood that had been spilled between bites, sticks to her skin. As she slips into unconsciousness, all of the muscles in her body going slack, the only thing that Jade can feel is Dave, pressed so tightly against her, exactly where he should be.
Exactly where he will be. Forever.