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schizoauthoress_libraryTitle: Dazzled
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: set during the February 8, 2010 RAW
Warnings: canon divergence, vampires, blood
Prompt/Fill: "Glitter and Christian 💖 Can't wait with what you'll come up 😊" from kittysilver86 on Tumblr
Word Count: 1725
Summary: Ava makes a mistake, and Christian assures her that he doesn't mind.
Note: The original character of Ava Valerie Silver was created by Kitty and belongs to her.
Dazzled
The woman pinned to the floor mewled and squirmed, and Christian Cage clutched at her tighter, sucking at the bleeding bitemark under his mouth. It was just the latest in a series of ragged wounds he'd left on her body as he fed on her blood. The others -- decorating her throat, her shoulders, her collarbones -- were already well on their way to healing, since each one had been carefully licked clean.
Ava Silver ran shaking fingers through Christian's hair, pressing as close to him as she could. She loved to watch him as he fed, as he drank of the gift she could share with him.
It was probably her second-favorite thing to do with him... and, to be honest, it often blurred into the first-favorite thing...
The door that led out into the hall rattled in its frame, shaking under a series of powerful blows. Ava's body jerked with surprise, and her wide blue eyes darted to the door. Christian lifted his head and glared at the disturbance.
"You better not be in here, Christian! Hornswoggle and the Bellas are already starting the ring segment with Edwards!"
"Shit!" Christian hissed. He'd waited too long to sate the blood hunger and gotten swept up in the feeding, losing track of time. He knew better than this, or he should have.
Ava reached out and patted his cheek gently. "Don't keep them waiting. I've got this."
There was worry and doubt in Christian's eyes. "You sure you'll be all right cleaning up by yourself?"
Ava giggled, and tweaked his ear -- using her nails to dig into the skin just a little. Ignoring his hiss of protest, she answered, "I'm fine, you worrywart. Go do your job."
****
"Oh, sweetie," Ava pulled Christian close and immediately began checking him over, right there in gorilla. She exclaimed, "That bicycle kick looked like it hurt!"
Christian flashed her the best devil-may-care grin that he could muster right now, after that hard-fought match with Sheamus. "Now who's the worrywart, Ava?"
She clicked her tongue in mock displeasure. "Tsk! I guess it's too much to hope that Sheamus might have knocked some manners into you!" She inclined her chin in a snooty, regal pose and regarded Christian with put-on distaste.
"I'm a lost cause," Christian agreed, leaning down and kissing the tip of her nose. He liked the way she startled out of her act, and he especially liked the way that her cheeks colored to match her pretty pink hair.
Ava was spared having to come up with a clever retort -- Sheamus had made his way back up the ramp. He pushed aside the last of the curtains and strode backstage. The redhead caught sight of the two of them and laughed, then clapped a hand over his mouth to smother the sound.
Riled up, Ava marched over to him and demanded, "What's so funny?"
"Sorry," Sheamus said, still behind his hand. His grey eyes sparkled with mirth. He dropped his hand and repeated, "Sorry. Not you, li'l bit."
The words didn't mollify Ava Silver in the slightest. If anything, the scowl on her pretty face intensified. "Then you're laughing at Christian! Because you beat him? You think you made a fool of him?"
Christian came up behind her and laid a hand on her shoulder, saying, "Babe..." in a warning tone. She shrugged off his touch, crossed her arms over her chest, and glared up into Sheamus's face.
"Yer woman's a fierce one," Sheamus said to Christian, with a grin.
"Oh, she can be."
Sheamus side-stepped away from Ava, and reached out to swipe his hand against Christian's face.
Christian could have dodged, could have side-stepped the motion himself, but he could tell that Sheamus wasn't moving with intent to harm. Ava, expecting the worst, bristled and tried to get between them. Christian grabbed her by both shoulders and held her in place, flush against his body.
Sheamus held up his hand, fingers spread. "I just didn't think you were this kind a' vampire, man." He wriggled his fingers, and they glittered as the silver flecks at his fingertips caught the light and threw back a rainbow of color. "Have you always sparkled in th' sunlight, and we just never caught it well enough on the cameras?"
Ava squeaked, suddenly realizing exactly what Sheamus had just wiped off of Christian -- and exactly how it got there. Christian's hands squeezed her shoulders, but her own anxiety made it hard to tell if it was a gesture of comfort or if he was telling her to keep silent. Ashamed, she decided it must be the latter.
Christian grinned back, much sharper. "Why don't you hit the town with me and Ava, and you can see just what kind of vampire you're dealing with?"
Sheamus shook his head, and dropped his hand to wipe his fingers off on his leg. "I'm not that stupid."
"But you are stupid enough to laugh at me and my girl," Christian pointed out. His tone was low, silky... dangerous. Sheamus retreated several steps, sidling toward the rest of the backstage area.
"I said not her," Sheamus protested. When Christian's glare didn't subside, Sheamus muttered, "I know 'Twilight' is a bunch of bullshit. Learn to take a joke, would ya?"
"I know how to take a joke," Christian retorted. "I just got out of the ring with you, didn't I?"
Sheamus practically choked on his laugh. After a moment, he managed to exclaim "Oh! Nice one!" even as he looked searchingly at Christian's face for a hint at the vampire's current disposition.
"Get outta here, gingernuts," Christian snorted. "Ava's looked at your ugly mug enough for one night."
Sheamus's mouth thinned into a displeased line at the insult, but he took the hint and the opportunity to make a full retreat, leaving them alone.
Ava took a shaky breath and stepped away from Christian. She kept her back to him and wrapped her arms around herself. Her thoughts churned with the certainty that she'd ruined yet another thing, embarrassed the hell out of Christian with her carelessness. He'd gone out to his match streaked all over in her silly body glitter! The worst of the fans were probably laughing about it all over the Internet by now, and it was all her fault!
She heard Christian's footsteps and ducked her head, sure that he was leaving now, too. To her surprise, she caught a glimpse of his booted feet and realized that he was circling around her -- he was still here.
"Ava, honey," his voice was soft, "are you all right?"
"I'm fine!" she said. But she said it to the floor, too overwhelmed with embarrassment to lift her head and look at him.
"You don't look 'fine'. You don't sound 'fine'." Christian stroked a gentle hand down one of her arms. "Should I have punched Sheamus in the gut instead of sending him away?"
The odd question finally got her to look up. "What?"
Christian's mouth curled into a familiar smirk. "That'd bring him down to your level, hon. Then you could slap the shit outta him if you wanted."
"I... I don't..."
His fingers threaded into her long pink hair, moving in slow, soothing strokes. He didn't pull her any closer, and she felt grateful for that. As much as she loved being held by him, the contact would have felt smothering right now.
Christian studied her face, watching as she forced herself to breath steadily. When he softly said, "I'm sorry," Ava shook her head.
"I'm the one who should be sorry!" she cried, "I said Sheamus thought he made you look foolish, but I went and did it!"
"What?" Chistian's brow furrowed with thought for a moment. "Is this about the body glitter?"
"My body glitter! I got it all over you, and--"
"And I'm fine," Christian interrupted. "It's not like you gargled with holy water and then kissed me, Ava."
It was Ava's turn to look at her lover with utter confusion. "Wh-what?"
Christian shrugged, and said in the most casual tone of voice he could muster, "Dave has some weird stories about vampire hunters in the late seventies."
The mental image of Christian's sire being given a kiss that burned and blistered his mouth shouldn't be funny. It really shouldn't. But Ava couldn't surpress a giggle at the thought. "Poor Gangrel!" she said sympathetically.
Christian kissed her on the cheek. There were little flecks of glitter clinging to his lower lip when he pulled back, but he didn't do a thing to wipe them away. Ava reached up and brushed them away with her thumb.
"Come on, babe," he said, low and tantalizing, "I bet you're still hungry. I know I am. Let's get out of here."
This time, when Ava smiled, her own long white fangs were on display. "You're trying to distract me."
"From feeling bad about yourself? You're damn right I am."
"Well, maybe it's working...." Ava replied, drawing out the first two words, pretending to be reluctant.
Christian drew her into an embrace this time, and she sighed with contentment at the contact with her sire. "Come hunt with me, Ava. We'll find someone who won't be missed, and I'll watch you rip out their heart."
Ava shivered. "Their heart?"
"It's almost Valentine's Day, isn't it?" Christian nibbled at her neck, teasingly, and murmured, "You already have my heart, but I figured you might like one more."
"You have the sweetest ideas, Christian."
Ava pulled back so she could look at him, and cradled his face in her hands. She was so lucky. So many other women had been promised forever by their lovers, and hers had given it to her for real. She kissed him, softly at first, but when he made a muffled, eager sound she deepened the kiss -- trying to tell him, without words, how grateful she was that he wanted her forever... that he had her heart as well.
The kiss broke, eventually, but Ava couldn't resist stealing another smaller, softer kiss before dropping back onto her heels.
"Let's go," Christian said.
Ava fluttered her eyelashes at him and affected a simpering voice, "Yes, sire..."
Then she pushed entirely away from him and fled down the hall, narrowly avoiding the swat he aimed at her bottom.
"Brat!" Christian laughed.
"Takes one to know one!"
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Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: set during the February 8, 2010 RAW
Warnings: canon divergence, vampires, blood
Prompt/Fill: "Glitter and Christian 💖 Can't wait with what you'll come up 😊" from kittysilver86 on Tumblr
Word Count: 1725
Summary: Ava makes a mistake, and Christian assures her that he doesn't mind.
Note: The original character of Ava Valerie Silver was created by Kitty and belongs to her.
Dazzled
The woman pinned to the floor mewled and squirmed, and Christian Cage clutched at her tighter, sucking at the bleeding bitemark under his mouth. It was just the latest in a series of ragged wounds he'd left on her body as he fed on her blood. The others -- decorating her throat, her shoulders, her collarbones -- were already well on their way to healing, since each one had been carefully licked clean.
Ava Silver ran shaking fingers through Christian's hair, pressing as close to him as she could. She loved to watch him as he fed, as he drank of the gift she could share with him.
It was probably her second-favorite thing to do with him... and, to be honest, it often blurred into the first-favorite thing...
The door that led out into the hall rattled in its frame, shaking under a series of powerful blows. Ava's body jerked with surprise, and her wide blue eyes darted to the door. Christian lifted his head and glared at the disturbance.
"You better not be in here, Christian! Hornswoggle and the Bellas are already starting the ring segment with Edwards!"
"Shit!" Christian hissed. He'd waited too long to sate the blood hunger and gotten swept up in the feeding, losing track of time. He knew better than this, or he should have.
Ava reached out and patted his cheek gently. "Don't keep them waiting. I've got this."
There was worry and doubt in Christian's eyes. "You sure you'll be all right cleaning up by yourself?"
Ava giggled, and tweaked his ear -- using her nails to dig into the skin just a little. Ignoring his hiss of protest, she answered, "I'm fine, you worrywart. Go do your job."
****
"Oh, sweetie," Ava pulled Christian close and immediately began checking him over, right there in gorilla. She exclaimed, "That bicycle kick looked like it hurt!"
Christian flashed her the best devil-may-care grin that he could muster right now, after that hard-fought match with Sheamus. "Now who's the worrywart, Ava?"
She clicked her tongue in mock displeasure. "Tsk! I guess it's too much to hope that Sheamus might have knocked some manners into you!" She inclined her chin in a snooty, regal pose and regarded Christian with put-on distaste.
"I'm a lost cause," Christian agreed, leaning down and kissing the tip of her nose. He liked the way she startled out of her act, and he especially liked the way that her cheeks colored to match her pretty pink hair.
Ava was spared having to come up with a clever retort -- Sheamus had made his way back up the ramp. He pushed aside the last of the curtains and strode backstage. The redhead caught sight of the two of them and laughed, then clapped a hand over his mouth to smother the sound.
Riled up, Ava marched over to him and demanded, "What's so funny?"
"Sorry," Sheamus said, still behind his hand. His grey eyes sparkled with mirth. He dropped his hand and repeated, "Sorry. Not you, li'l bit."
The words didn't mollify Ava Silver in the slightest. If anything, the scowl on her pretty face intensified. "Then you're laughing at Christian! Because you beat him? You think you made a fool of him?"
Christian came up behind her and laid a hand on her shoulder, saying, "Babe..." in a warning tone. She shrugged off his touch, crossed her arms over her chest, and glared up into Sheamus's face.
"Yer woman's a fierce one," Sheamus said to Christian, with a grin.
"Oh, she can be."
Sheamus side-stepped away from Ava, and reached out to swipe his hand against Christian's face.
Christian could have dodged, could have side-stepped the motion himself, but he could tell that Sheamus wasn't moving with intent to harm. Ava, expecting the worst, bristled and tried to get between them. Christian grabbed her by both shoulders and held her in place, flush against his body.
Sheamus held up his hand, fingers spread. "I just didn't think you were this kind a' vampire, man." He wriggled his fingers, and they glittered as the silver flecks at his fingertips caught the light and threw back a rainbow of color. "Have you always sparkled in th' sunlight, and we just never caught it well enough on the cameras?"
Ava squeaked, suddenly realizing exactly what Sheamus had just wiped off of Christian -- and exactly how it got there. Christian's hands squeezed her shoulders, but her own anxiety made it hard to tell if it was a gesture of comfort or if he was telling her to keep silent. Ashamed, she decided it must be the latter.
Christian grinned back, much sharper. "Why don't you hit the town with me and Ava, and you can see just what kind of vampire you're dealing with?"
Sheamus shook his head, and dropped his hand to wipe his fingers off on his leg. "I'm not that stupid."
"But you are stupid enough to laugh at me and my girl," Christian pointed out. His tone was low, silky... dangerous. Sheamus retreated several steps, sidling toward the rest of the backstage area.
"I said not her," Sheamus protested. When Christian's glare didn't subside, Sheamus muttered, "I know 'Twilight' is a bunch of bullshit. Learn to take a joke, would ya?"
"I know how to take a joke," Christian retorted. "I just got out of the ring with you, didn't I?"
Sheamus practically choked on his laugh. After a moment, he managed to exclaim "Oh! Nice one!" even as he looked searchingly at Christian's face for a hint at the vampire's current disposition.
"Get outta here, gingernuts," Christian snorted. "Ava's looked at your ugly mug enough for one night."
Sheamus's mouth thinned into a displeased line at the insult, but he took the hint and the opportunity to make a full retreat, leaving them alone.
Ava took a shaky breath and stepped away from Christian. She kept her back to him and wrapped her arms around herself. Her thoughts churned with the certainty that she'd ruined yet another thing, embarrassed the hell out of Christian with her carelessness. He'd gone out to his match streaked all over in her silly body glitter! The worst of the fans were probably laughing about it all over the Internet by now, and it was all her fault!
She heard Christian's footsteps and ducked her head, sure that he was leaving now, too. To her surprise, she caught a glimpse of his booted feet and realized that he was circling around her -- he was still here.
"Ava, honey," his voice was soft, "are you all right?"
"I'm fine!" she said. But she said it to the floor, too overwhelmed with embarrassment to lift her head and look at him.
"You don't look 'fine'. You don't sound 'fine'." Christian stroked a gentle hand down one of her arms. "Should I have punched Sheamus in the gut instead of sending him away?"
The odd question finally got her to look up. "What?"
Christian's mouth curled into a familiar smirk. "That'd bring him down to your level, hon. Then you could slap the shit outta him if you wanted."
"I... I don't..."
His fingers threaded into her long pink hair, moving in slow, soothing strokes. He didn't pull her any closer, and she felt grateful for that. As much as she loved being held by him, the contact would have felt smothering right now.
Christian studied her face, watching as she forced herself to breath steadily. When he softly said, "I'm sorry," Ava shook her head.
"I'm the one who should be sorry!" she cried, "I said Sheamus thought he made you look foolish, but I went and did it!"
"What?" Chistian's brow furrowed with thought for a moment. "Is this about the body glitter?"
"My body glitter! I got it all over you, and--"
"And I'm fine," Christian interrupted. "It's not like you gargled with holy water and then kissed me, Ava."
It was Ava's turn to look at her lover with utter confusion. "Wh-what?"
Christian shrugged, and said in the most casual tone of voice he could muster, "Dave has some weird stories about vampire hunters in the late seventies."
The mental image of Christian's sire being given a kiss that burned and blistered his mouth shouldn't be funny. It really shouldn't. But Ava couldn't surpress a giggle at the thought. "Poor Gangrel!" she said sympathetically.
Christian kissed her on the cheek. There were little flecks of glitter clinging to his lower lip when he pulled back, but he didn't do a thing to wipe them away. Ava reached up and brushed them away with her thumb.
"Come on, babe," he said, low and tantalizing, "I bet you're still hungry. I know I am. Let's get out of here."
This time, when Ava smiled, her own long white fangs were on display. "You're trying to distract me."
"From feeling bad about yourself? You're damn right I am."
"Well, maybe it's working...." Ava replied, drawing out the first two words, pretending to be reluctant.
Christian drew her into an embrace this time, and she sighed with contentment at the contact with her sire. "Come hunt with me, Ava. We'll find someone who won't be missed, and I'll watch you rip out their heart."
Ava shivered. "Their heart?"
"It's almost Valentine's Day, isn't it?" Christian nibbled at her neck, teasingly, and murmured, "You already have my heart, but I figured you might like one more."
"You have the sweetest ideas, Christian."
Ava pulled back so she could look at him, and cradled his face in her hands. She was so lucky. So many other women had been promised forever by their lovers, and hers had given it to her for real. She kissed him, softly at first, but when he made a muffled, eager sound she deepened the kiss -- trying to tell him, without words, how grateful she was that he wanted her forever... that he had her heart as well.
The kiss broke, eventually, but Ava couldn't resist stealing another smaller, softer kiss before dropping back onto her heels.
"Let's go," Christian said.
Ava fluttered her eyelashes at him and affected a simpering voice, "Yes, sire..."
Then she pushed entirely away from him and fled down the hall, narrowly avoiding the swat he aimed at her bottom.
"Brat!" Christian laughed.
"Takes one to know one!"
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