Frost Bite

Immortality Bites

Amy was desperate to sleep. The turning had taken more out of her than she could ever have envisaged.

Allowing Loki to teleport them to their house in London, she stood in the bedroom dazed and confused. Almost as if in a dream, she let Loki undress her and guide her to a warm bath. He bathed her carefully, avoiding the wound that was now healing even as she watched. With detatched curiosity, she saw the flesh knitting together and healing. It was still tender, and Loki was extra careful as he dried her with a fluffy towel. Carefully, with a soft kiss, he scooped her into his arms and carried her gently to bed.

Laying down and drawing the quilt around her, she sank back into the soft pillows. Loki quickly undressed and climbed in beside her.

"So good to be home...." she murmured sleepily, snuggling into him, " ...so tired..."

"Sleep now darling, you've done so well. I'm so proud of you. You're a fearless warrior. Rest now, " he kissed her softly, and soon her breathing slowed and steadied as she fell fast asleep. Loki wrapped his arms around her, forming a protective cocoon and she moved to lay her head on his chest. Her stroked her hair away from her face, feeling how soft and fragile she was to his touch. Fragility that hid her strength. Of mind and heart. She had never lost hope he would come for her. Never given in to them to save herself.

He loved her more than he had words for, and now, he had made good on his first promise. When she was stronger, he would make good on his second and make her his wife. For now, though, sleep. He closed his eyes and soon joined her.

Amy woke sometime in the night. It was still dark, Loki's arms around her, holding her close. His long legs entangled with hers, and as she moved, he stirred too.

Slowly, gently, he caressed her back. No words spoken, she traced her fingers over his chest, the firm muscles chiselled from marble in the moonlight. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back as she pressed her lips to his throat. Feathering her kisses up to his jaw, she found his lips.

They kissed slowly, gently, silently. In the dark, everything seemed more tactile, as if depriving them of sight and sound made touch and taste that much more important. As their kisses intensified, the passion grew.

She could feel the fire ignite in her blood, only this time there was an intensity to it she'd never had before. Her eyes locked onto Loki's, and he could sense the building desire within her. He knew the first time after she had turned would be different. It would be feral, a deepseated need that only he could understand, only he could satisfy. This would be the time to let her drink. She would be able to give free reign to her passion. It would be easier to get her to release the demon within.

He started to move against her, his body pressing on her, hard and strong. She responded instantly, a low moan rising from her, breaking the silence. He could feel her tense up as she realised this was a whole new world of passion.

As she became more and more aroused, she began to feel the urge to lick Loki's skin. To taste him on a very basic level. She could smell him, taste their attraction. Part of her was shocked, part of her was curious, and the final part, the biggest part was ferral in its need to mark him as her mate. She knew, without being told, how to release her fangs.

Tipping her head back, she felt the adrenaline surging through her. Her teeth descended, her throat letting out a growl that could only be described as pure lust. Loki smiled and his teeth matched hers as his passion rose.

Finally, he spoke. "Come my Queen, time to make the pact complete. Time to feed and make our union eternal. " His voice was low, his stare intense, and she responded by savagely kissing him then murmuring,

"I want you, my Prince, I want all of you forever. "

Loki held his wrist to her mouth. "Drink, my love, drink."

Riding an almost orgasmic surge of adrenaline, she clamped her jaws to his skin, her teeth piercing his flesh. Loki hissed loudly as she began to let the blood fill her mouth. Greedily, she sucked, and with each draw, her need grew. It was a heady mix of lust and power. She gripped his arm, her eyes locked on his as she fed. They moved until she was on top of him, his arm resting against his chest. She fed noisily, little moans escaping as she left the last of her previous life behind. This was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Loki was equally surprised by the effect. In previous turnings, there had been a perfunctory bite and the process was done. This time, however, he almost struggled to retain his senses, carnal desire rising in him. He stayed on the edge of the cliff this time.

"Enough Little One," he panted, pulling his wrist, feeling her strength as she fought with him. "Enough, I command you," he said quietly. As her maker, she had to obey him. He couldn't afford to let her drain him too much. He would be weaker for a few hours now.

Finally, she broke off with a cry of pure bliss. More intense than any orgasm, more satisfying than any physical encounter, she felt herself climax in a whole new way. Loki's blood ran down her chin, down her neck, onto her chest. She smiled a bloody but elated smile. Loki now let out a fierce groan of desire, his body reacting on a base level to this most basic of couplings.

"Now we seal the wound, my love, like this." He showed her how, licking the puncture holes carefully, stemming the flow.

She lay back, exhausted and sated. Her eyes still blazed, but her body was spent. Loki conjoured a washcloth and cleaned her up. All traces of the feeding frenzy gone, she snuggled into him, desperate to sleep again. Loki would have loved nothing more than to take her there and then, his arousal intensified by the bite. He knew, however, that her body would be making its final changes and she should rest.

When she woke, it would be as an entirely new creature. A Child of Absalom. A vampire in every sense. Immortality, bar losing her head, hers. As she slipped into sleep, he kissed her softly, and she smiled.

"I love you, my Queen," he whispered, and she murmured, "and I love you, my Prince. Forever."

Forever. It was a dream he hadn't dared to dream. Now, it was a reality. One he would fight to protect at all costs. In the coming battle, he would learn that protection was a two-way street.