Gore: Winterwidow

Chapter 12: Fete

James yawned deeply as he blinked in the faint morning light. Ugh, was it dawn already? He rolled over onto his side and nuzzled deeper into the blankets, loving how warm his mate's body was so early. He snaked his hand under the shirt of his she wore, and stroked up her soft hip slowly, hoping not to wake her quite yet. He smiled slightly as he nuzzled against her shoulder blade and slipped his hand up to pull her sleeve down slightly, pressing a kiss on her pearly shoulder instead, making her groan as she finally awoke. It made him chew his lip slightly knowing she only had panties on underneath.

"Ugh, James stoooop...." she whined and turned onto her side to face him with narrowed slits for eyes. "You're so cold..."

"That's what you get for sleeping with a vampire, lamb," Barnes chuckled as Natasha poked him exasperatedly. "I thought I was promised a life of eternal bagels? You're gonna have to haul your cute ass out and get me some or I just might have to devour you instead..."

The ginger huffed and pouted as she snuggled deeper into the pillow and let James continue to caress her waist softly. He knew she liked the attention- poor thing must be SO neglected whenever she was forced to hang out with "Dickhead" and be what, his trophy? The thought made James want to punch him and cave in his face right then and there. Maybe even try a little of his blood just to spit it back out again in spite. It surprised him that as far as he knew, he still hadn't called or texted Natasha yet. That was putting him a little on edge since it wasn't usual Davis behavior...

"Mmm, you're so unfair, James," Natasha breathed, bringing his thoughts back to the present as she rolled on top of him and straddled his waist with her knees on either side of him.

She placed her hands on his chest and leaned down so that their faces were less than an inch apart, and her sweet scent filled the vampire's nose, making him growl lowly as he felt desire rile up inside him. He gripped her hips tightly, making her giggle as she ghosted her lips against his, but then she sat up, shaking her head sadly.

"If you want bagels, you're going to have to eat the rest of me instead, cause I don't wanna waste a second of today without you. I'm sure all the fresh nibbles you gave me are gonna keep you full enough anyways, so we wouldn't want to be getting a little gutty, now would we?"

Natasha was such a damn tease, it was driving the vampire crazy! He tried to sit up so he could teach her not to mess with him, but she placed a finger on his chest and slowly pushed him back down. He whimpered needily. Whatever she seemed to do to him, he'd been more than tamed. He'd been turned into some sappy simp or something!! Only with Natasha, though. Any other stupid woman who falls over herself for his perfect looks could screw herself over with "Dickhead".

"Last night, I went out to the bar," he said in a gravelly voice and laid his head back in submission as she pinned him down with her finger over his heart. "I needed to feed, and like hell it was gonna be you, so I hope you don't mind that some blonde was sucked into a human raisin last night..."

He felt her finger's walk up his chest slowly, making him open an eye curiously, but then he felt her nose dive into his neck and inhale deeply, making his whole body go rigid. It was as if their roles had reversed, and now he was the helpless victim as she had her way with him. Well, he hoped the next time she came over, it would be his turn.

His lips parted slightly as he felt her lips attack his marble skin and he felt himself tugging at her oversized shirt, but she hummed warningly in his ear and he huffed as he went back to holding her waist instead.

"You do have someone else's perfume on you..." she mumbled and pulled away slightly to gaze into his eyes questioningly. "How far exactly did you have to go to get her?"