First Day
First Day
written by dornish queen
Characters: Max Phillips x reader
Length: 831; I said it was going to be short.
Warnings: fingering; unprotected vampire sex (WTF does that even mean?; please practice safer sex; use a condom)
A/N: Bloodsucking Bastards AU; This is a companion story for Last Day. If you have not read that, I would read that before this one. I feel that these are bookend moments with the two lovers. The “smut” in this is my best attempt at writing sex. I may have an idea for an epilogue moment. I don’t know yet.
Everything looks so small. The world she lived in seemed so small compared to the world he lived in, up here.
She thought to herself as she stood on his balcony, arms crossed on the railing. She wore only his nightshirt that barely kept her warm in the brisk, night air. Her eyes lowered, deep in thought, as she felt his arms engulf her from behind, pressing her against his chest. Leave it to a vampire to sneak up quietly on you like that. She leaned her head back into his chest as his hand reached under her shirt, cupping her breasts and he began raise her right leg with the other. But he pauses. Removes his hands from her and just holds her and looks out into the city, while kissing her gently on the neck.
“Why did you stop?” She whispers quietly.
“Your heart…it feels heavy.” He breathed into her ear, nuzzling into her. “What’s wrong?”
“I think I’m ready to give you what you want.” She uttered with a little trepidation. “I want to be with you here, completely.”
“But we already have our whole life together, that’s enough.” He says, arms still wrapping around her gently.
“But you want forever.”
He squeezes her tighter, willing away the thoughts of a life without her. Of a day he knows will eventually come. A day that will haunt him, but not if he could help it. Not while she is offering him eternity.
“Are you sure, my Love?” He breathes in her scent. The pulse in her neck enticing against his cool lips. Her hand on his arousal is his answer. In an instant he had removed their clothing. Max’s hands resuming its journey across her body, following a path to the center of her. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers entered her, his thumb pressing against her nub, holding her securely against his chest. Her leg hitched up on the railing, allowing Max to pleasure her deeper. His fingers curled and she felt the bliss as his teeth sunk into her neck.
Blood poured into Max’s mouth and she felt him grow harder with every swallow of her life force. Max continued to drink from her, with every swallow, his body pulsed with her heat. The final wave of her orgasm hit her and she falls limp against him. Max bites into his wrist and brings it to her lips.
Instinctually, she drinks him in. His blood coating her mouth, the metallic taste tingling her senses. Max moans as she drinks from him. She feels him enter her from behind oh so gently. Max’s blood is coursing through her and every sensation is magnified. She stops drinking to feel the drag and pull of him against her.
“Oh Max.” she moans into him. “It feels like we’re floating.” He continues to fill her deeper.
“It’s because we are.” They hovered above their balcony, a floating dance of their sexual union. Joined physically and by blood. “It’s my blood, just relax.” He continues to kiss her in reassurance.
After a momentary shock, she felt relaxed and Max twisted her in the air in a fluid motion to face him. The sensation of flying was what she had expected. It was like out of a dream, dizzing and light. She wrapped her legs around him and felt him penetrate her again.
He drove into her deeper and harder. Higher and higher they flew. Into the night air, above the city lights, only the faint sound of the distant city below them.
Another thrust. Another moan into the night.
I want to be with you…
Another thrust. …forever.
Higher and deeper.
The world seemed to be a complete haze, amongst the clouds. To be consumed completely in body and spirit. She felt drained, yet filled in her most sacred of places. Through her half-closed eyelids, she could see Max’s pale skin glowing in the moonlight. And she smiled, he was so beautiful to her, with her blood on his lips. His lips covered hers as he pushed deep into her again. There was only dead silence in the clouds. Only the Gods could hear the music of the lover’s dance.
Max, I can see your thoughts…and they’re beautiful.
I know. I’m thinking of you. His voice replied in her head.
Will it hurt?
No, my Love.
….
I’m falling. I think I’m falling, Max.
Yes, I’m falling with you.
….
The next day, she woke up and walked onto the balcony, her hair shimmering in the bright sunlight. With her hand over her chest she could feel the thump of her heartbeat, as the tears left glistening streaks down her face. She smiled serenely as she looked over at Max, still in bed. He smiled contently as he watched her from afar, unable to approach her. And in her smile amid the glow of the Sun, Max understood a truth, that some people belong in the light.