Blossoms and Citrus

The vampire man keeps his warm wrist close to her mouth as he drinks her velvet blood in, feeling it gush against his lips and tongue. His own blood spurts out in small bursts from his wrist slightly because his heart rate is up so high from their passions. His seed drips down her stomach slowly, over the smooth ivory that is her flesh. He wraps his other arm around her waist and presses their bodies close together as they drink, burring his face against her neck, gnashing his fangs a little so his bite marks will stay clean on her skin for a very long time.

He hopes she will try to hide them from public view, so they can be each others secret pleasure.

Jenevieve gasped out softly, her teeth still latched into his flesh. She let his blood flow into her mouth. She wasn't sucking due to her exhaustion, instead just letting it drip from his veins into her.

She let out another soft little moan from his biting, her features relaxed as he held their bodies close.

He drinks her blood until he's had his fill, making sure not drain all the life from her, but he takes enough to leave her in a dream-like state. Smiley then pulls his fangs back and keeps his face against her neck as he holds his wrist up to her mouth, breathing deeply through his nose. His eyelids shut softly over his eyes. With the bloody sustenance in his veins his nose, throat, ears, cheeks, joints, and member are all very warm and a soft rose color.

The small vampire woman became limp in Smiley's arms, her breathing soft and slow.

She rested against him, no longer able to drink from his wrist. A bit of blood ran down the corner of her ruby lips as she fell further from consciousness.

Smiley brings his wrist down and runs his warm hand up over her breast, the one that shields her heart and holds it in his big warm hand. He feels her heart throbbing against his palm, the beating of her life. The vampire just sits there and holds her like this, keeping his eyes closed, just drinking in this moment as he had drank in her blood.

It didn't take the small vampire long to fall into slumber in Smiley's arms.

She dreamed of a man she loves that she knew long ago, his features becoming morphed and sometimes even changing into the man that she had just shared such an intimate evening with.

He sits there with her in his arms until she drifts into sleep and then he looks up from the nape of her neck at the wall before him, just gazing at it in silence, reflecting on their encounter. He stays this way, pondering for hours, just listening to the rhythm of Jene's gentle breath.

After what seems like an eternity he finally lays her body down against her bed and gazes at her small, delicate figure before him. Her blood is not white as disproved by the little red puncture makes he left in her neck. He looks up from her body and then slips off her bed, padding silently over to a chair in the corner of the room and he sits down on it. Smiley leans his head back against the chair and closes his eyes slowly, resting until he doesn't feel like resting anymore.

Jenevieve could sense in her sleep that she was alone, her body feeling cold from not only losing so much blood, but also from not being held in the mysterious man's embrace anymore.

She stirred slightly and furrowed her brow in her slumber, letting out a little whimper.

Curling up, the woman held herself, blinking her eyes open. She looked dazed and her vision was hazey.

"Mmm, B?" She asked, looking for him.

One of Smiley's eyes flickers open when he detects the sound of her in the darkness and he gazes over at her, getting curious once again.

When he sees she is awake he opens his eyes completely. He doesn't normally answer to that title, but something inside of him makes him reply.

"Yes?" he questions softly into the darkness, a small smile forming on his lips.

Once she spotted him, she tried hard to get her weary eyes to focus in.

"W-will you come lay with me?" She whispered, wanting to feel his body near her's yet again.

She had slept alone for so many years now. On this night she didn't want to be that way anymore.

After a moment of complete silence he stands up from the warmth of the chair and walks over to the bed. He eases himself down on the mattress and lays beside her, keeping his expressionless eyes open.

The small woman snuggled under the covers and held them up for Smiley to join her beneath them.

She smiled up at him, her features much softer when she wasn't scowling.

The vampire cocks his eyebrow up a little bit in a questioning fashion, but the small smile stays on his warm lips, pink with her blood. He joins her under the blanks and lays back, turning his head to look her in the eyes, his own unreadable though there is a warmth about them.

"Like glass cherries," he breathes out quietly, tucking a lock of her snowy hair behind her ear.

Jenevieve snuggled up close to him once they were tucked under the blankets. She rested her hand on his chest and closed her eyes.

"Like lilac petals." She whispered out softly, her voice dream like.

He smiles a little wider, amused that they are on the same wavelength. He wraps his arm around her small naked waist and pulls her against his warm body as his own eyes close, his mind relaxing.

It didn't take long for Jenevieve to fall back into slumber, still very drained from their romantic endeavors.

A very silent sleeper, her soft breaths were the only sounds she made.

Smiley listens to her breathing, like soft waves lapping against a shore under a full moon, making all the light sand appear white and vibrant. He leans his head against her's as she slumbers and lets the sound coax him to sleep, an action he normally won't let himself partake in around others, but his angel is his exception.