War and Peace and Pancakes

Use Somebody

Sam had been wearing herself out lately, to the point that she barely made it through a movie before she was asleep. Though he was getting better at sensing the difference between the physical exhaustion and the magical stuff. Physical he could understand, she was alternating her time between training with Meri, when she was in town, training with him, and then training with Urdu. 

Tim half longed for a free moment to go see this other realm or plane or universe or whatever it was, where Urdu was from and Sam was now spending time in. But in some ways, he wondered if he would be able to fit in there, judging from the beings he had met and what he had heard about the vampires of that place.

He had carried Sam to bed, leaving Urdu half dozing on the couch, looking nearly as enticing as she had when she had strode through his living room naked earlier that night. Tim knew that she needed the feelings of people other than him and Sam. And he suspected that she had done what she had done because Samantha was walking out right behind her and would not have appreciated any attention from the delivery boy.

But damn it got him going.

He had been soothed and calmed by Sam's cuddles through the movie, and Urdu had been attentive to their witch, but otherwise aloof from him. But when he had come back into the living room after tucking Samantha in, the couch was empty. The house was empty. His demon was gone.

Tim brushed his awareness against the bracelet, letting out a slow breath when all he felt was mild annoyance. He pulled back, in fear of distracting her from whatever she was dealing with, and to prevent himself from worrying over her sudden departure, he turned his attention to work.

He was still typing on his computer an hour later when Urdu returned, sitting on the coffee table in front of him, wearing his shorts and sweatshirt. It was an oversized front zip hoody he had bought to blend in on a mission at some point, and she had the zipper pulled down below her collar bone. The sweater subsequently slipped off one shoulder as she tilted her head to the side and idly braided her hair, crossing her legs  in a way that caused the loose training shorts he usually wore a compression layer under, to slide all the way down to her hip.

"Interesting choice in work outfit." Tim, glance up at her over his computer screen, trying not to picture her walking around, killing people dressed as such.

"Would you prefer I issue orders naked?" She smirked at him, still with that damned aloof expression, her tone telling him that she didn't care what he preferred. She wasn't even using the tone of voice he liked.

"I wouldn't presume to tell you how to do anything..." Tim murmured softly, closing his computer and ducking his head ever so slightly, "how would you prefer me to take orders?"

Urdu raised a brow and lowered one hand to rest on the table behind her, leaning back as she slipped her other hand down her throat to the zipper, slowly tugging it downwards, "now you decide to be good?"

Tim shook his head, leaning back against the couch and spreading his legs as he watched her, "I slipped... I'll make it up to you, please... let me prove how good I can be..."

Urdu grinned to him, flashing her pointed teeth as she held up her hand, suddenly holding a blind fold. Tim barely had time to notice that before he felt her power wrap around his wrists, pulling him up spread eagle, as if he were attached to a rack and not thin air. He heard the whisper of the couch and table moving across the room to the wall, but his gaze was on Urdu, who was standing now, stalking towards him and toying with that blind fold in her hands. Her tone a dangerous, dark shiver across his skin "My puppy has been growling at me today... I don't know if he can be good."

He made a low noise, shaking his head slowly, "I can."

She stepped up to him, pressing her body against his as she tied the blindfold over his eyes, her mouth trailing her teeth down his throat. Her hands pulled his shirt out of the way to give her more access, her breath tickling him. When he trembled, she bit him, hard, right in the sensitive area where his throat met his shoulder, he arched and cried out in pain, his mind reeling as he smelled his own blood in the air. "Do you trust me?"

"Always."

She ripped his shirt off him then, and he could feel her tongue lap over the bite mark on his shoulder, that wasn't healing like it should. Demon bites defied the rules of vampire healing, but she hadn't bitten him deep enough for the blood to do much more than pool.

Suddenly, she was no longer in front of him, and the power holding his wrists tugged him to the ground to his knees and stretched him forward, as if he were half stretched over a table and restrained to it. It was an odd sensation, as he was pretty sure that it was entirely her power that was bracing him up like that, though the position did cause him to have to strain his own muscles.

It didn't bother him at first, he was a vampire who was in peak physical condition. But she took her time with it, only letting him know she was there by alternating the tickling soft touch of what felt like a feather with the biting lash of a flogging whip across his back.

"Tell me what you want." Urdu purred as she leaned across him. He would never call her heavy, but the added weight of her body, delicious though it was, compounded the strain of the position as she nibbled on his ear, one hand sliding around to slip into his pants and tease him with the pleasure of her touch.

"I want what you will allow me to have." He groaned, arching in pleasure as she pulled back and snapped the many pronged leather device over his skin. This pain, this torture, was ecstasy. She continued until he was almost at a climax, just from her flogging alone, then she stopped, tickling her fingers over his back as she shifted closer once more.

Urdu was at his side, stroking along his spine, gently petting her fingers through his hair, her order a dark seduction that almost made him come from sound alone. "Tell me what you crave."

"I want to make love to you." He gasped, arching against her, trembling with the arousal that her touch and the pain she had caused him.

Urdu shifted away from him, leaving him suddenly bereft of her presence. "You don't want this."

"Please." Tim groaned, unsure if this was part of play, or something else. "Please, Urdu... I want all of you, every last drop of what you give me. I need this... I'll be good... I promise."

"You are very good, Timothy." She stepped back beside him, petting his hair, dangling the flogger against his skin, teasing, feathering strokes with it, leaving him half tensed in expectation.

"What do you want?" Tim made a low noise, his body trembling with the burning pain of that half crouched, strained position he was still being held in.

Urdu didn't answer for so long, he thought he had overstepped, tensing more against the threat of the whipping that would come. "I want it both ways... with you. I want to play, but I also want to be tender, to love without the pain sometimes."

Despite the fact that he was blindfolded and restrained, with her mark claiming him as her mate on his shoulder and a whip tapping him gently on the back, Tim had never felt Urdu be quite so vulnerable as in that moment. Well, perhaps when she was nearly dead and allowed him and Sam to take her home, but this was a close second.

"I'd love that." Tim felt the restraints drop, though her power wrapped around him and prevented him from falling face first into he ground as he fought to regain feeling in his numb arms. He stood and clumsily pulled the blindfold off, grinning when he caught sight of his demon, standing there. She looked fierce as always, but he picked up that tender vulnerability, the openness in her eyes as she regarded him. "We are not roles to one another, we are mates."

"We are mates." She inclined her head at that, offering him a half smile, "doesn't mean you can growl at me, though."

Tim stalked towards her, laughing as she met him half way and pulled him into a hard kiss. He slid his arms around her and under the back of her hoody, then down into her shorts, gripping her ass and pulling her up closer to him. "You like it when I growl."

In response, she growled, though she didn't resist when he lifted her up into the air. In fact, the couch returned to exactly where it should be, allowing him to turn around and lay her down onto it, deepening the kiss as he gasped against her lips.

"You get growly and you get punished." She narrowed her eyes at him, nipping gently on his bottom lip.

"I'm perfectly okay with that." Tim chuckled darkly, letting his hands stroke and tease over her, caressing and loving her more than roughly pleasing her. "But it doesn't always have to hurt."

Because it wasn't just their experience, for whatever that meant. And because they were perfectly capable of being tender and loving to one another, as well as Samantha.