[This story was created originally by Girlsonal on Wattpad]

Shadows danced across the dimly lit sky, waltzing with one another as if entranced with themselves, or the night, or both. No one was sure how they got there or where they came from the shadows, that is. They had always been there, the clouds' eerie residents.

Frost crackled beneath their feet as they walked, hand in hand, watching the stars, the shadows, and the street lamps glare ricocheting from the wet ground. Exteriorly, they looked calm and collected. In reality, however, a fire was burning incandescently in both of their chests, and neither was sure exactly how long they could contain themselves. They had stepped away from the party subtly but deliberately and were heading towards a gathering of dark, looming trees, just to the left of the house in which the party was being held.

Quietly, yet quickly, like a python wrapping itself around an unsuspecting victim's neck, Mamrie pulled Grace underneath the modest canopy of leaves that sheltered them from the rest of the world. She bit down, and the blonde moaned slightly, unsure whether it was agony, arousal or both coursing through her veins.

"Mames," She gasped after a few minutes when her girlfriend was wiping her lips on her sleeve, "Please?"

The older woman nodded distractedly - still floating in her sated, euphoric haze - and pulled down her jumper a little, exposing the porcelain flesh of her neck. She leaned up against a tree and allowed Grace to feast on her blood, just as she had done minutes before, and was gratified when she stepped back, her now plump lips and flushed cheeks mirroring Mamrie's own. Unless they wished to be caught, they had no option but to feed on each other. It had been going on for years, starting accidentally in the middle of a steamy embrace, and neither of them had looked back. After all, the others' blood always filled the void in their veins once their own had been drinking, and if either of them felt weak - although this was an extremely infrequent occurrence - they would buy some steak from the butchers, and sip on the dead animal's blood, even if it didn't taste as nice.

They stood for a while, breathing heavily before Grace grabbed Mamrie's hair and pulled her close. Locking lips almost fiercely, the girls' tongues fought for dominance and they stumbled a little, intertwined, bound together by love and lust and everything in between. Mamrie couldn't remember feeling that amazing before; full, turned on and almost desperate with want, all in one go. She let out an indecent, guttural moan as the blonde slipped one leg in between hers, grinding up against her, and simultaneously kissed all over her jawline, ears and neck, pausing over the tiny bite marks and sucking on the tender spot for a few seconds. Grace began to trail her hands teasingly up and down Mamrie's sides, eventually pulling her sweater up and over her head before unbuttoning her jeans and helping her to discard them somewhere on the damp soil. The hurriedness stops for a second as the taller of the two stops to admire her girlfriend's beauty. Scantily clad in just her underwear, her pale, almost ethereal skin seems luminescent (just as if it had been dipped in sparkling phosphorous) in the darkness, and the black lace bra and panties blended in with their surroundings. Her cinnamon hair cascaded over her half-covered breasts and back, and her hand was half outstretched, fingers reaching for Grace's own. They held hands softly for a second, standing forehead to forehead in the dimness. Then, as if taken hold of and shaken by some invisible, passionate creature, they crashed their lips together once more.

Mamrie tugged at Grace's thin jacket and slipped it over her shoulders seamlessly, before pulling her t-shirt above her head and watching with a small smile as her lover's hair fell loose, like a golden, fluorescent halo around her face. After throwing Grace's jeans to where her own lay, the redhead pulled her a little deeper into the woods to further cover them from any possible passers-by. Then, she began unhooking the younger woman's bra slowly, seductively, sensually. As her girlfriend's breasts became almost-visible in the minuscule glow of the moon, Mamrie admired her rough outline with arousal. She looked promiscuous, lascivious, downright wanton; the light shone ever so slightly in the center of her sex-darkened eyes and her skin was a little paler than usual because of the cold, causing the redness on her chest and cheeks to appear more prominent. It didn't look red, in the light (or lack thereof). More like a mere shadow, only visible to the interested, admiring eye. Shifting awkwardly, Grace smiled wanly - almost shy now - and stepped towards Mamrie, grabbing her by the hips. In a swift movement, she relieved her of her bra, so that they were in an equal state of undress.

"Grace," The older of the two almost-whispered, her voice nearly inaudible as her girlfriend traced her hands over the exposed flesh of her torso and chest, her fingers barely touching the skin under them, "I need you."

"I know."

Somehow, their panties were lost in the muddy earth along with the rest of their clothes, and they were laying underneath a tree, limbs entangled. Grace was on top, grinding down on the woman underneath her, and the still, silent air was filled with their gasps and slight moans. After a minute or so, Grace began to kiss down Mamrie's milky body, tenderly licking, nipping and sucking on sweet spots, from her lips to her inner thigh, until she reached the place where she was needed the most.

As the blonde began to pleasure her lover - using her hand, as well as her tongue, after a while - she felt her hair being tugged and Mamrie's fingernails scratching her back. Grace likes this, and moans, causing her girlfriend to respond loudly at the sensation. After five or ten minutes of thrusting and moaning and hair-pulling, the redhead's body stiffened for a few seconds and she bit her lip, unsuccessfully trying to suppress the noise that left her lips, before relaxing again.

"How was that?" Teasing.

"Fuck you, Helbig." Breathless.

"Yes please." A giggle.

It's Grace's turn this time; her thighs are either side of Mamrie's head and she's moving disjointedly to the rhythm of the older woman's movements, one hand gripping the tree trunk to the left of them for support.

"Fuck, Mames," She moaned loudly, unadulteratedly, "Fuck me."

It had the desired effect; the noise that the older of the two made vibrated through Grace's entire body erotically, causing both of them to move faster and more desperately. Blonde hair, red hair, messy. Golden skin, ghostly skin, burning. Closed eyes, closing eyes, blissful. Parted lips, fucking tongue, orgasmic.

When Grace has finished and they collapse together, sweaty and sated in a muted euphoria, they fed tiredly on one another before, trying to kiss away the bite marks once more. Their emotions became heterogeneously blurred,

interweaved with one another, dancing with the strange shadows in the sky.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

They decided not to go back to the party, but to stay - wrapped up in one another - until twilight, where they strolled, hand in hand again, back to and then past the house, before climbing into their car and driving home, ensuring that they missed the sunrise.