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schizoauthoress_libraryTitle: Even Your Emotions Have an Echo
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: late 90s WWF; before St. Valentine's Day Massacre: In Your House (1999)
Warnings: strong language, blood, mention of backstage fights
Prompt/Fill: none
Note: fuck reality, I'm writing vampires
Word Count: 637
Summary: Reassurance in a human-vampire marriage doesn't take its usual form.
Word of the Day: glutch, verb: to swallow. / noun: a mouthful.
Even Your Emotions Have an Echo
"Sable again, huh?" Gangrel asked, from the doorway. There were few fellow women wrestlers who could drive Luna into enough of a rage for a legitimate fight, and Sable was the most frequent offender.
Luna continued to study her reflection in the bathroom mirror, ghosting her fingers over her cheekbone, where Sable's fist landed earlier. The bruising formed so far wasn't too bad. Makeup would hide it fine. This aftermath was easier to deal with than Sable's usual defense tactic -- the bitch pulled hair and used her nails, which could draw blood, and bandaging that was always a hassle.
His previous question met with stubborn silence, Gangrel sighed. "Luna... sometimes, you drive me crazy."
"Good," she rasped, eyes fixed on her reflection, "Maybe soon you can meet me where I am."
She caught a flicker of movement in the mirror -- aluminum backed mirrors couldn't reveal the truth of her husband's vampiric nature, after all -- but before she could move away, he had his arms wrapped around her waist.
Gangrel pressed his face against her neck, kissing her once before moving his mouth up to align with her ear. "Sorry, babe. I know it's hard for you..."
"I'm gonna smash your face into this mirror if you keep pitying me," Luna snapped.
Gangrel looked into the mirror to meet her eyes. Luna watched as he smiled and revealed the long, sharp fangs in his mouth; she watched as he repositioned his mouth to settle those fangs against her neck, needle-sharp and dangerous. If she didn't keep absolutely still, or if he decided to bite down even the slightest bit, she'd bleed. Luna breathed in slowly, and let it out just as slowly.
She kept looking right at Gangrel as she deliberately jostled him with her left shoulder, forcing his fangs to pierce her skin. She caught a flash of pleasure on his face as her blood hit his tongue, and then he was biting down hard. A frisson of mingled pain and exhilaration ran all through her body. Luna's eyes slammed shut and her head jolted back as she gasped for breath.
One of Gangrel's arms remained tight around her waist, but his left hand moved up to press on her chest, angling her against him so that her neck was more exposed. He repositioned his mouth again and sucked hard, drawing blood from the bite and a moan from her mouth.
Luna leaned into Gangrel's body, rocking her hips to push back against him more firmly. His answering moan was muffled, but the sound made her want to laugh. She managed a breathy little sound before he sucked hard again, and then he lifted his mouth away from her.
Luna grumbled out a protest as he licked carefully at the bitemark on her neck. Gangrel shushed her, and pressed a kiss to the tender flesh. He could have kept drinking from her -- they both knew how strong the hunger was. He could have drained her dry to satisfy it. But Luna trusted him. Gangrel never forgot how much trust she was placing in him not to hurt her...
Sometimes, though, Luna wanted and needed reminders like this. Gangrel was happy to oblige. Sometimes, she drove him crazy, but never enough to drive him away.
"Hotel now?" she suggested, a plaintive note to her low voice.
"Sure, sweet thing," he replied.
With one last check to make sure the accelerated healing of the bite wound was progressing as it should, he swept her out into the hall. No one tried to stop them on their way out to the parking lot. Sable was probably still wailing grievances and threats to Vince and whoever else would listen. It would no doubt be a problem later, but that was a worry for tomorrow.
Gangrel and Luna had plans for tonight.
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Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: late 90s WWF; before St. Valentine's Day Massacre: In Your House (1999)
Warnings: strong language, blood, mention of backstage fights
Prompt/Fill: none
Note: fuck reality, I'm writing vampires
Word Count: 637
Summary: Reassurance in a human-vampire marriage doesn't take its usual form.
Word of the Day: glutch, verb: to swallow. / noun: a mouthful.
Even Your Emotions Have an Echo
"Sable again, huh?" Gangrel asked, from the doorway. There were few fellow women wrestlers who could drive Luna into enough of a rage for a legitimate fight, and Sable was the most frequent offender.
Luna continued to study her reflection in the bathroom mirror, ghosting her fingers over her cheekbone, where Sable's fist landed earlier. The bruising formed so far wasn't too bad. Makeup would hide it fine. This aftermath was easier to deal with than Sable's usual defense tactic -- the bitch pulled hair and used her nails, which could draw blood, and bandaging that was always a hassle.
His previous question met with stubborn silence, Gangrel sighed. "Luna... sometimes, you drive me crazy."
"Good," she rasped, eyes fixed on her reflection, "Maybe soon you can meet me where I am."
She caught a flicker of movement in the mirror -- aluminum backed mirrors couldn't reveal the truth of her husband's vampiric nature, after all -- but before she could move away, he had his arms wrapped around her waist.
Gangrel pressed his face against her neck, kissing her once before moving his mouth up to align with her ear. "Sorry, babe. I know it's hard for you..."
"I'm gonna smash your face into this mirror if you keep pitying me," Luna snapped.
Gangrel looked into the mirror to meet her eyes. Luna watched as he smiled and revealed the long, sharp fangs in his mouth; she watched as he repositioned his mouth to settle those fangs against her neck, needle-sharp and dangerous. If she didn't keep absolutely still, or if he decided to bite down even the slightest bit, she'd bleed. Luna breathed in slowly, and let it out just as slowly.
She kept looking right at Gangrel as she deliberately jostled him with her left shoulder, forcing his fangs to pierce her skin. She caught a flash of pleasure on his face as her blood hit his tongue, and then he was biting down hard. A frisson of mingled pain and exhilaration ran all through her body. Luna's eyes slammed shut and her head jolted back as she gasped for breath.
One of Gangrel's arms remained tight around her waist, but his left hand moved up to press on her chest, angling her against him so that her neck was more exposed. He repositioned his mouth again and sucked hard, drawing blood from the bite and a moan from her mouth.
Luna leaned into Gangrel's body, rocking her hips to push back against him more firmly. His answering moan was muffled, but the sound made her want to laugh. She managed a breathy little sound before he sucked hard again, and then he lifted his mouth away from her.
Luna grumbled out a protest as he licked carefully at the bitemark on her neck. Gangrel shushed her, and pressed a kiss to the tender flesh. He could have kept drinking from her -- they both knew how strong the hunger was. He could have drained her dry to satisfy it. But Luna trusted him. Gangrel never forgot how much trust she was placing in him not to hurt her...
Sometimes, though, Luna wanted and needed reminders like this. Gangrel was happy to oblige. Sometimes, she drove him crazy, but never enough to drive him away.
"Hotel now?" she suggested, a plaintive note to her low voice.
"Sure, sweet thing," he replied.
With one last check to make sure the accelerated healing of the bite wound was progressing as it should, he swept her out into the hall. No one tried to stop them on their way out to the parking lot. Sable was probably still wailing grievances and threats to Vince and whoever else would listen. It would no doubt be a problem later, but that was a worry for tomorrow.
Gangrel and Luna had plans for tonight.
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Date: 2018-11-12 12:27 am (UTC)"Good," she rasped, eyes fixed on her reflection, "Maybe soon you can meet me where I am."
Love this exchange
This bit about aluminum-backed mirrors not revealing a vampire's true nature is great. A nod to the original reason for not having a reflection being silver-backed mirrors, yeah?
The sequence with the bite is... *cough, flush* uh, surprisingly sensual, well done. I love the gesture of trust involved here, too, and the reassurance.
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Date: 2018-11-12 12:33 am (UTC)And I'm flattered that the bite sequence came across well. I always struggle with conveying sexiness properly.