RE: VILLAGE Lady Dimitrescu Edition

Wardrobe Malfunction (D.D)

Daniela's nails scratch against the soft skin of your abdomen, adoring the way your flesh reacts in goosebumps, a gaze of tired eyes and gentle whispers come from her as the moon rises high in Romanian skies.

Just in the near distance, you could hear the Lycans wreaking havoc to whatever villagers were left- howling and snarling loud enough to rouse the Moroaicǎ down in the cellars where Bela would eventually have to calm them as she usually did.

"Mother had ordered my presence earlier..."

Daniela whispers, an almost sad tone to her voice.

"She said it was urgent..."

With her cheek pressed against your shoulder, she sighs, the sound exaggerated and meant to get your attention with how prolonged it was.

"May I ask what it was about?" You humor her, already knowing she was far from sad.

Daniela was somewhat of a drama queen, but you held her dear to your heart- the redhead having stolen your heart with her witty humor and shameless personality.

Fixing her position so she may look up at you, she leans herself on an elbow, just about crawling atop you.

"It involved you!"

Humming with curiosity, you turn to her, adjusting the position.

"Me?"

Daniela nods, tracing her fingers up your side and dragging her nails, scratching your skin on purpose.

"Yes, you!" She giggles, noting your teasing tone.

She heaves a sigh, continuing from her previous statement, her face contorts to a serious look, one unusual for a personality such as her.

"She said I could keep you, so long as you behave yourself..."

You stay silent, coming to terms with the idea of being owned by a Dimitrescu— nevertheless Daniela, the youngest and delusional of all.

While deep in your thoughts, Daniela moves onto her knees, the bed creaking with the motion.

"You'll behave yourself for me..."

Staring with intensity, she ensures your gaze on her, suddenly skeptical of your extended silence.

"...right?"

The edge to her voice proves her insecurity, a worry gnawing at her with the passing silence. Why must you be so hard to read? If she could pinpoint the importance of a character within one of her books, then who is she not to understand your emotions?

The anticipation was killing her, practically proving her impatience as her tongue comes out to idly swipe over her bottom lip.

It is when you smile, all too kind and gently, does Daniela take a moment to breathe, admiring such gorgeous features of her girlfriend.

"Who am I to go against the ones who offered me such a lovely home, and an even lovelier witch."

You watch as the corners of her lips curve into a grin, baring canines, and fangs alike as her emotions swell to the surface.

Her hands move swiftly and her mouth follows clumsily, pulling you in for a kiss that leaves you gasping for air yet never wanting to come up for it.

She was as passionate as one might expect, thriving from physical contact just as her favorite romance novel taught her- to feel you, skin to skin, hearts beating as one, she felt as if it was a poem.

Daniela's hands once gripped firmly over your face, roam to greater feats, dragging low to your abdomen where they greedily touch unmarked skin.

You were her hummingbird, as she called it, taking careful consideration over the fast pace your heart set to whenever she entered a room. Her lovely vessel of blood that satisfied her unquenchable thirst- your noises of submission nearly sent her over the edge, her tongue slipping past blood-coated lips, greedily lapping against yours as the previous conversation lays forgotten.