𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚢 𝙸:𝙸 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑é𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚝

★𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘦★

((Nothing really spicy, but it has a kick to it))

This kiss was passionate, filled with lust and need, the taste of copper from Tim's latest feed still on his tongue. One hand on my side, the other on the small of my back as I straddled him as he was sitting on the edge of our bed. He was upset, a long-time friend of his just recently passing, his blood-colored tears streaming down his face. He was heart-broken. But he found comfort in me. 

"God, your lips...," he pulled back to only pull back in, "They taste almost unholy..." 

I looked into his rose-colored eyes, his pupils almost taking up the crimson. He could stare into my e/c eyes for hours like he was reading my mind. Maybe he could. But his eyes held an entire universe. A universe built over hundreds of years. 

"Timothée..." My voice was wrecked, I couldn't speak. 

I pulled him in, kissing him hard, Timothée's need showing up more vibrantly. My hands went up to tug at his hair, and that's what did him in, his fangs popping out violently, a loud hiss amitting from his chest. He pulled back, chest heaving, breath labored. 

"I-I'm sorry, I should have more control." His head turned to the side, his eyes fixed on the bedsheets. "I'm weak, I don't want to hurt you."

Lord only knew where the confidence came from, causing my next action. I placed my hand on his chin, turning his head to look at me. 

"If you're weak, you should feed..." My hands then pulling up my hair to the side, exposing my neck to him, my breath struggling to stay slow.

He pushed me off of him, and I landed softly on the bed, his hands running through his hair, his eyes becoming darker. 

"No. I would never do that to you, I love you far too much to do that, mon amour," his stance was rigid as he looked at me with guilt, "I'm afraid that if I start, I wouldn't be able to stop..."

"I beg to differ. I don't think you could ever to that to me. I would stop you." I argued, sitting up straight on the bed. 

His head hung, his hands resting on the back of his neck, mumbling curses under his breath. 

"I... love you. And I-" I was cut off from him walking up to me with dark eyes. 

The color in his eyes was dark, darker than before. I knew that he would stop. He would have to. Feeding was different than turning. But he still had his anxieties. 

"What did you say...?" He muttered, barely audible.

I was always hesitant with the L-word because of past experiences with other people. Tim hated it. I love you was a phrase that he despised because that would mean he got attached. But none the less... I knew he was attached to me. Even though he would never admit it. 

"I- I'm sorry, I know how you feel about that phrase, I shouldn't have-"

"Say it again."

This was the part that shocked me the most. 

"I love you." I simply said, there wasn't any hesitation in my voice. 

Suddenly I was pushed down onto the bed, Tim attacking my neck with kisses, his fangs grazing the skin when he would pause and lick the sensitive parts. I whimpered, Tim responding almost immediately. 

"Bite me... bite me, just do it." I begged. 

A feral hiss came out of him. There was a sharp pain in my neck, making me moan out loud, my hands flying to his back, clawing it up, Timothée letting out a growl, sucking hard on the wound he made. 

When everything was happening, I felt myself start to become wet. I wanted every part of him, completely. I felt myself begin to slip away, forgetting about myself. I became dizzy. The room began to spin. 

I began to push on him, but he wasn't letting up. I began to panic, I could feel myself slipping away. 

I let out a small squeak of "Stop." 

Tim's body tensed, his mouth completely detaching from my neck. He put his hand on the back of my back, pulling me close to him as he sat up. My neck was limp as he held me in his arms. Everything was limp for that matter, I was too weak to move. 

"So, so perfect," He pulled back, still holding me up, getting a good look at my face. 

I felt muscles begin to regain movement, my lips curling into a smile. 

"I love you as well..." His voice rang through my ears. 

I wrapped my arms around him, my head digging into his shoulder. 

"How was it?" I joked. 

I could feel the smile forming on his face. 

"You were wonderful." He squeezed me. "You tasted like spring."

"Thanks?" I laughed.

I heard Tim laughing in response. We stayed in silence for a good 10 minutes, just sitting in each other's company, until I broke the ice. 

"Is this going to become a normal thing?" I made my voice as quiet as possible. But I know he could hear it. 

"Only if you want it to be, I don't want you to feel like you need to do this. I have donors," He looked into my eyes. They were no longer a dark crimson, but his natural greenish-hazel. 

I gave him a small kiss on his nose, "Of course I want to do this. I love you, and if it comes down to it, I would rather have you drink from me." 

He kissed me softly. He held me close, and because he didn't sleep, he stayed in the position we were in the entire night. 

To say I loved him was an understatement. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I wanted him forever. 

Forever for always. 

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