Fire Ch. 07

Her own arms tightened automatically to crush him to her as his kiss deepened and her lips were prised apart with careful insistence. She practically purred as she felt his tongue sliding unhurriedly against her own, and hummed with approval as he tilted his mouth over hers to claim it more thoroughly. The kiss was long and warm and filled with comforting familiarity. It wasn't a kiss of exploration, but of affirmation.

He broke the kiss and smirked down at her, cupping her face in his hands.

"What can I say? You're my weakness, my bad habit. Can you blame me?"

Her smile turned a little tremulous despite herself. "Are you complimenting me or complaining?"

"Maybe a little bit of both." His own smile turned into a grin, exposing his partially elongated canines, and his eyes glittered darkly over hers. She almost moaned. It was familiar to her now, that look he gave her, the expression of dark hunger, but that didn't keep it from twisting the depths of her into a tight eddy of need and desire.

His smile vanished into another long lingering kiss. His tongue toyed with hers, and his teeth played and nipped at her lips until she was groaning in gentle abandon as she tried desperately to keep up. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging lightly, and earning herself an approving growl. Her tentative aggression seemed to spur his, and she found herself pushed back onto the table and gasping for breath against a suddenly ravenous mouth.

Jairus could feel fingers fumbling at the leather ties and buckles of his vest and he relented in his attack just long enough to remove the impediment and toss it on the nearest chair.

Her legs were already wrapped loosely around his so it was easy enough to find the ankles of her boots and give them a meaningful squeeze before running his hands firmly up along the cool supple leather until his fingers met with the tender naked flesh behind her knees.

"We need to talk." She ground out, though her arms were contradicting the sentiment by pulling him down into another long kiss. He tore his mouth away to move it lower, even as his hands slid higher.

"I really do think it can wait." He murmured, tugging playfully at the ribbon of her blouse with his teeth.

"There's no time like the present." A groan sounded deep in his throat as the fingers that twined in his hair tighten.

"What's another hour...or four." His fingers brushed up along the backs of her thighs, the tips curving inward to brush against the edges of her sex. She wore nothing beneath her shift and his fingers found only raw heat and slick flesh. His cock jerked in response, and no doubt in protest at being still imprisoned. "Maybe we should just call the whole night a wash."

She let out a humming moan and squirmed beneath him, pushing, inadvertently or not, both the soft curve of her partially exposed breast against his willing tongue, and the silky fire of her blossoming slit against his equally willing fingers. In show of their eager devotion, they spread and pierced her without hesitation, and he reveled in the feel of those tight walls clenching around them as they worked deep inside of her in their firm and coaxing way.

The delicious and seductive movements of Thea's body distracted him from any other immediate thoughts outside of feeling her soft body wrapped around every part of him. And so completely so, that he was momentarily disoriented when she spoke again, her voice calling as if through a haze, and breaking the spell of sensation.

"It really is quite important." When he'd recovered enough to understand her words he stilled his mouth and hands, and sighed, looking up into her eyes from his purchase over the swell of her breasts.

"Can't a man have his dinner in peace?" She let out a wonderfully breathy sound, and he smiled slightly. "It's a little rude to interrupt...don't you think?" She proceeded to writhing once more and her mouth, prettily swollen as it was, parted in a little silent gasp. 'I thought that might work,' he mused with satisfaction, and lowered his head back to his 'meal.'

The victory was only momentary.

"You're the one playing with their food."

He paused again and lowered his head in defeat against her chest with a pained laugh. Glancing upward he saw the smirk that played across her lips and removed his hands from their most agreeable task and placed them palm down on either side of her head, raising his head as well until he could catch her gaze with his eyes.

"Sweet One...." He began with a drippingly sardonic tone.

"Yes Dearest?" She replied matching his tone as her smirk mutated into a grin.

"Is any one dead?"

"Not yet."

He snorted.

"Is anyone, besides your own lovely person, in immediate mortal danger?"

"Not that I know of...but isn't it enough that I am?" She was still running her fingers through his hair, and it was highly distracting.

"You're safe." Her grin never failed her. She released his head and leaned up slightly on her elbows, and arched a brow at him.

"Oh, am I really? Pinned under a hungry vampire assassin? That doesn't sound so safe to me."

He turned his expression serious, and her smiled dimmed in response.

"Yes." He leaned forward until his mouth brushed her ear. "I am indeed a hungry vampire...and You...are my girl. You've never been safer in your life." He leaned back a little to give her a hint of a smile as he heard her breath catch in her throat, an almost inaudible sound, and placed a not quite chaste kiss along her jaw.

"You forgot assassin." She whispered.

"There are a lot of things we could add to that list that are better left unmentioned" he chuckled. "However, my point was that since there is nothing truly pressing, there is no reason why you shouldn't grant me a reprieve. Unless, of course...you're just trying to make me to beg?" he drawled out then made his voice low, "I'll get down on my knees if you like..." Thea responded with a tremulous shiver. It was answer enough for him, and he pushed her skirts to her hips which he grabbed immediately and pulled forward.

He knelt on bended knee, as promised and took a moment to admire the sight spread open before him. Her hips ground anxiously in those brief seconds, a movement which only enhanced the allure of that glistening pink sex as it throbbed in anticipation.

"W-we probably shouldn't...in here." She managed weakly, unable or unwilling to offer any real protest. He contained his own shiver as he experimentally ran the tip of his tongue directly up the length of her, lingering to tease the tight nub of her clit before giving her one last dark laugh.

"Where better?"

He tightened his grip on her hips and raised his mouth over the soft folds, teasing her still with the tip of his tongue. He hovered there a moment, taking in the enthralling scent and taste of her, then plunged the full length of his fangs into the tender swollen flesh. Her hips bucked against him, but he held them still as the rest of her twisted and arched from the table.

The first wave came at him like a wall and he closed his eyes against the onslaught fighting to keep his head above the tide of electric sensations which threatened to drown him. He groaned and gripped her even more tightly, as if she too might be pulled away by the tide. Blood filled his mouth and he swallowed greedily, swallowing in time with her heavy pulse. The pounding of her heart filled his veins and flowed through him until his entire being reverberated with it.

The beat changed, and pounded faster, harder, until he felt his mouth flooded with another flavor, and the blood and cum combined and washed over his tongue in a heady mixture, sweeping all else away.

There was a growling from some where. It was vibrating loudly in his ears, low and needful. Another sound as well, faint, and soft, a tiny mewling whimper. Such a sweet sound. The growl was his, he could feel it. The other sound...the other...Thea.

Jairus's eyes snapped open, and he released his hold, hastily tearing into his tongue, healing the wound. He pulled up and away, gasping. Her skirt slid back over her thighs once released, hiding her. He glanced at her face with apprehension, still breathing hard. How long? He couldn't remember. It couldn't have been long...could it?

She lay prone, her chest rising and falling in long even breathes, her eyes closed. He bent over her carefully, reaching up to remove her hand, which lay limply over her mouth. On the back of her wrist was a neat circle of half-moon indents which showed white against her tan skin.

"Thea?" He called softly, smoothing back the hair from her forehead. She didn't make a sound. He frowned and called again, this time more firmly. She shifted but the noise she made was incoherent.

Half way through his third attempt to rouse her, fingers came up to cover his mouth. He smiled against her finger tips, and took her wrist in his hand, pressing a relieved kiss to her palm.

"Sshhhhh." She murmured quietly.

"Are you alright?"

She shook her head slightly from side to side. His smile vanished again, but it reappeared on her lips as her fingers found the collar of his shirt and tugged lightly. He leaned in obediently until he could feel her faint breathe against his lips. Those soft doe eyes danced opened into his.

"Kiss and make it better?"