A/N: New oneshot. Hope you guys like. :D I hope to eventually make this a collection. For now, there is this.)
Disclaimer:Christian and Rose belong to Richelle Mead. I just play with them.
This story contains mature content. Reader discretion is advised.
Being Lissa
Wicked Little Deeds
There are some things you just don't do.
Fantasizing about getting with your girlfriend's hot BFF is one of those things.
"Point," Rose said as her fist connected with my gut and I landed flat on my ass. "You need to keep your eyes on your opponent's movements at all times," she said, chastising me as she offered her hand to help me up. I waved it away and stood on my own, regaining my fighter stance. She moved back into position and faced me. "If you don't watch your opponent, can't predict their next move, little things like that punch will get by you and you'll be dead."
Her hands went back up to guard her face. "Or worse," she said just as her foot snaked out of nowhere and caught me by the ankles, sweeping me off my feet.
Like I hadn't been watching her closely enough already. What had distracted me from anticipating the unexpected gut punch was a bead of sweat trailing down her neck and into her abundant cleavage.
I didn't have an excuse for not seeing the foot.
We'd been at this for close to an hour now, Rose striking and me dodging. Every now and then I'd get a good hit in, but with all of her years of practice, she could tell what I was going to do even before I did. I figured we'd made some progress with as much sweaty effort as we'd put in. The hair at the back of her neck just under her ponytail was wet with perspiration. Her smell was all around me, invading my nostrils like a dark spice, fogging up my mind.
I shook my head, trying to get a grip on myself. "You're just angry because you got tricked into helping me train."
"Yeah, I'm angry I got tricked. But I don't mind the training part. Everyone should be training."
Lissa and Adrian were training, in their own way. Still trying to figure out each other's secrets. Trying to learn the ways of Spirit from each other the way I was getting tips from Rose on hand-to-hand combat. If she'd been able to wield fire magic, I'd have shown her some of the things I'd learned. Too bad someone as volatile as Rose couldn't make her own flames.
"You know, that was a pretty funny trick you pulled," Rose said as her fist went out and I dodged her strike at the last moment. "Lighting Sarcozy on fire again… I don't know how you keep getting away with it."
"It's not like he got burned," I said, ducking just as her foot sailed over my head.
"Assault on a royal should've gotten you executed a long time ago."
"He deserved it both times," I growled, landing a hard blow to her shoulder. She stumbled backwards with a stunned look on her face.
"What the hell's the matter with you? I mean, normally you're an asshole who I can't stand to be around. Right now, you're an asshole I'd like to stake through the heart."
"Just my shining personality I guess," I said, giving her one of my trademark smirks. "Why do you care that my world's not all unicorns and rainbows?"
"Because you're my– because I have to put up with your bullshit every day. If you don't tell me now, I'll just wait until Lissa gets it out of you." She bent over and picked up a towel to wipe away the perspiration from her face and neck.
"You going to use that nifty little mind link of yours?"
"Why would I do that?"
"You spy on her all the time."
"Not willingly. You think I like to watch you guys go at it in the church attic? You think I like being Lissa when you're with her?"
"What do you mean by 'being Lissa'?"
"When I'm in her head, I feel everything she does, as if it was my own body. So when you guys are… yeah, it's like it's happening to me."
Shit. I don't know why it never occurred to me before, that Rose might've been watching through Lissa's eyes whenever she and I had sex. So Rose had probably caught more than her fair share of my naked ass, all sexed up and thick for Lissa. Feeling everything I'd ever made Lissa feel. And fuck, I could make Lissa scream.
"So, you've had me before have you?" I looked her up and down, considering this new information. "…Was it good?"
"Fuck you," she said nastily.
"Apparently you already have," I threw back at her. She looked like she was going to beat me, and when she moved closer, the thought had doubtlessly crossed her mind. Instead, as she moved forward, I came to a different realization. "Now you want it for real," I said, a smug, almost disbelieving smile forming on my lips.
"Shut the hell up. You don't know what the fuck you're talking about," she said getting closer, almost in my face, throwing the towel down.
"No. I'm right. You do want it. You want me. Admit it."
Her eyes narrowed at me and she began to back away off the mat in a move that told me I'd been right. Her desire was pouring off of her and flooding my nostrils. My skin started to prickle, and I had to know if that strength I felt behind every punch was purely physical, or if it went deeper than that. If, in her core, she was all anger and heat as she was on the outside. I grabbed her solid bicep, but she just tore her arm out of my grasp.
"You don't know anything." She was breathing hard, probably angry that she couldn't disguise her hunger for me behind her hostility. "Every time you were with Lissa, I was there. Every. Time."
"And you liked what it felt like… when you were Lissa," I said, twisting my fingers around her wrist.
"Maybe," she said, panting, staring up at me from beneath those long, dark lashes. "It's too bad I can't stand your guts."
"Likewise," I said, my lip peeling back off my fangs, unable to mask my heightening arousal. "So… what do we do?"
Rose began removing her sweat-stained t-shirt, exposing a black lace bra. "If I've been with you all of those times, this should be no different, right?"
"Not for you," I said, covering my crotch with both hands as my pants grew tight and a bulge formed under my palms.
She glanced down to where my hands were shielding an erection. "I've already seen it all."
"Well, then by all means."
She approached me almost tentatively at first, probably wondering if I was for real I couldn't help feeling just as suspicious. But as soon as her hands slid over my hips and moved down to the front of my jeans, gripping me tight through the thick material, I just about lost it.
I grabbed Rose by the wrists in a move her guardian skills hadn't detected, hauling her down on the mat and dragging her beneath me.
"This doesn't mean I like you," she said breathlessly as I hooked my fingers into the ass pockets of her jeans and yanked them down with her underwear. Digging my fingers into her hair, I snapped the elastic that held up her ponytail and thick waves of luscious, dark hair spilled out.
"Shut up," I said, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, silencing her with a slide of my tongue over hers. She squealed and fought, not wanting to kiss me, but I had both hands cupping her face. She probably felt like us kissing would mean more than it did, but if I was going to get inside her, then dammit I wanted to kiss her too. And I'd had enough of her yammering. I pushed harder against her, pressing her down into the mat with our faces all up close and personal until she liked it enough to kiss me back. Which she did, once I'd demonstrated that wicked sucking thing I'd learned from Lissa. She groaned, her nails digging deep into the skin of my forearms in retaliation. Her thighs locked tight against my hips so that I was caught between her legs. Her hands were working hard to get my shirt off, and then shifting down to the buckle at my hips.
Once my pants hit the floor, I ground my hips into the cradle of her thighs, letting her feel me through the thin material of my boxer shorts. How hard I was from just looking at her, from kissing her. From feeling her hot body rubbing against mine. And she felt every hard inch of me. I know because her dark, exotic eyes lit up in excitement, and she ran her tongue over her lips in anticipation of my thick tip penetrating her. Rose's chest came up to meet mine, letting me feel her rigid tits through her lace bra.
"I want to hear you ask for it," I said with a smug smile forming on my lips.
"Fuck you," she said, gritting her teeth. And just possibly, she grew wetter, because the crotch of my boxers was drenched.
"Only after you ask for it," I said, rubbing myself against her dripping core. She moaned loudly, and then growled as I pulled back, her eyes glaring at the throbbing erection in my boxers.
An eternity ticked by, each heaving breath from Rose pressing her tits into my chest, and neither of us were getting what we wanted.
Her wild eyes stared up at me, glaring, hating me for this.
"Put it in me," she said abruptly, breaking the tense silence between us.
"That didn't sound like a please to me."
She snarled and started to wriggle out from underneath me. But I was quicker and had her pinned down on her stomach with my knees pressing into the backs of her thighs. She surged under me, lifting her ass and rubbing herself against my cock, trying to distract me with her slickness.
"Christian, please," she begged when she realized that wasn't working.
"Please what?"
"I need you," she said, lifting her hips up to mine as I hovered over her with her arms and legs pinned. "Please, put it in me."
I groaned aloud at hearing Rose's breathy, desperate begging. Making quick work of my boxers, I rolled her onto her back, kissing her so fiercely she gasped. I split her thighs with my knee, palming myself in one hand and angling it to her glossy center, still licking at her stubborn red lips.
As I eased myself inside, Rose moaned loudly and I'd had half a mind to smother her with that sweat-soaked towel so that we wouldn't get caught fucking in the middle of the gym. "God… you're so… tight," I said through clenched teeth. I shoved in all the way with a snap of my hips, and she bit into my lip so hard she drew blood, the taste of warm and sweet blooming over my tongue. And even though it was my own… I kind of liked it.
Of course, I'd heard of dhampir women becoming blood whores by letting Moroi men drink their blood a disgraceful thing for a dhampir to do. I also heard that it was pretty fantastic, supposedly, to do it while having sex, hence the term "blood whore". But I'd never considered ever trying it myself because I wasn't interested for one, and secondly, what dhampir girl would let me disgrace her in that way?
I knew Rose had been bitten before. She'd fed Lissa for two years while on the run, and had to have grown familiar with the rush of glorious chemicals that came with a vampire bite. But that alone didn't make her a blood whore, and I didn't think becoming one was on her bucket list. Doubtlessly, she liked the bites. Had to have with the hundreds, thousands that Lissa'd given her.
Despite the taboo, another need welled up in me to bite Rose and drink her blood while inside of her. And as soon as that creamy neck of hers was exposed, I was sinking my teeth into it before I was even aware of what I was doing. She screamed as my fangs dug deep into that tender flesh. Her skin was so hot and sensitive, and Rose was so deliciously vulnerable beneath me. Her scream faded into soft moans, and then she sighed in pleasure as the endorphins in my saliva began to work through her bloodstream, abating that brief shock of pain and enveloping her in absolute ecstasy.
As I surged against her like a wave, I took small pulls from her vein, limiting how much I drank so that I wouldn't kill her. And in the event that I took too much, she'd grow sleepy and fall pleasantly into death, feeling no pain at all. What a way to go. But I had no intention of becoming a Strigoi tonight, and I didn't want Rose dead either, no matter how bad she ticked me off. I figured I could do without Rose's malevolent spirit haunting me for the rest of my days. Not that the living version wouldn't be any less insufferable. Nevertheless, I pulled back from her vein when I'd taken enough, licking away the few remaining drops of blood from the two faint puncture wounds in her neck. She whined in frustration at the loss of blissful chemicals coursing through her, trying to get my lips at her carotid for more.
I was tempted to go at it again. Her blood was exquisite with a spicy kick that tingled on the tongue like a small explosion had gone off in your mouth. Matched her personality perfectly. But with how much I'd taken already, drinking any more would be risking her life. Her eyes were glazed over and she was weak as I held her in my arms. Feeling a trickle of blood run down my chin, I grasped her by the neck, bringing her forward as I pushed my tongue into her mouth, mimicking the movements and the sounds going on where we were joined below. I made her taste her own blood in my mouth just as she'd made me taste mine. And instead of threatening her safety by taking more blood, I bit into that lace bra that confined her breasts. C-cup knockers spilled out and I buried my face in their suppleness, using my teeth and my tongue to tease those tight pink tips.
I flipped her back onto her stomach, her chest collapsing against the mat, slipping back inside of her and driving so deeply she bit into my hand to keep from crying out. With my fists planted firmly on either side of her on the mat, I kept up that rapid pace, slowing only as orgasm gripped her, the contractions of her inner walls clenching me so tightly I almost came. I continued to pound into her, drawing it out for as long as I could, until finally, the need to finish swept over me and I couldn't hold out any longer. Rose was lying on her stomach with her head twisted to the side so she could breathe as I continued to push into her from behind. With a clenching grip on her hips that made her complain, I spilled myself inside of her.
I hoped to god she wouldn't get pregnant.
Pulling out, I fell to her side, tired after all of that sweaty action.
"So… was it better being Rose?" I asked, laboring for breath. "Or was it better when you were Lissa?"
"Fuck you" she said, still catching her breath. But she'd said it with a smile.
"You already have, Rose," I said, feebly grabbing my shirt to cover my nakedness, too tired to actually pull any clothing on.
A while later, Rose regained her strength and got up, pulling back on the sexy lace panties I'd taken off of her not too long ago. I almost wanted to pull them back down, spread her open and do it again. But taking her blood had made me sleepy I didn't even know how Rose could stand after what I'd done to her. She glanced around on the floor for the black lace bra she'd had on earlier, something else I wanted to take off of her all over again. Her breasts were something to behold. She wasn't like Lissa. Where Lissa was all elegant limbs and flushed skin and pink edible breasts, Rose was curves and hips and a tiny waist to dip your fingers into.
And though she was the last person on Earth I'd want to love, I had to give her that.
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