Here I am, back with a tiny piece for you guys. It's just a distraction, while I work on somethng bigger.
Hope you like it!
Review, please.
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Rated: You know me, I like to be safe. T.
Word Count: 632
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not one of them. Not even Logan.
He opened his eyes at the sound.
Listening carefully, Mick opened the lid of his freezer and sat up.
She was at the living room.
He got up the freezer and put on his pajama pants. They were quite comfortable.
Opening the door, the sound grew louder on his ears. He closed his eyes and listened to her breathing. Steady. No movements. She was half asleep already.
He descended the stairs and spotted her feet hanging over the couch, her sandals forgotten on the floor.
Walking to her, he smiled, and felt that familiar rumble inside his chest every time he saw her before feeding.
Bending down, he hovered over her and touched her skin with his nose. Her cheek, her neck, her discreet cleavage. His fingers were fast on the buttons, and soon he was face to face with his favorite lace pink bra. He let his body sink over hers, and opened his mouth on her neck.
"Hmm, no, not today. I have dinner with my sister…" She rumbled in half sleep, patting his arm.
"Just a little bit."
And his teeth sank in her neck, and her blood lazily flowed to his eager mouth.
He felt her shivering under him, a known effect of the touch of his recently out of the freezer skin, combined with the feeling of his fangs on her.
He fought not to get rid of her jeans, because if he did, one thing would lead to another, and he still had to feed properly. He couldn't just take all from her.
He retracted his fangs, much, much sooner than he would like. Pretending to be careless, he let a drop or two run down her neck into her collarbone and between her breasts. She didn't like it, but the vision was just too erotic for him to ignore.
"Mick!" She exclaimed when she felt the liquid running down her skin. "I told you not to do that!"
"Sorry, love." He said, rushing to clean the traces of blood with his tongue.
"No, you're not." She said, and bent her head so he could have better access to her neck.
He felt her hands running up and down his arms, just the tip of her fingers, actually.
"How did you sleep?" She whispered to the ceiling, while he lapped at her cleavage, taking his time.
He moaned something as an answer, not yet ready to raise his head from her.
"Did you have any dreams?"
She giggled when he licked her ear.
"All about me, huh?"
"Oh, yes." He lifted her from the couch with one arm so he could take her blouse off.
Raising his head, he found her eyes. And he decided, for the hundredth time, that that was his favorite shade of blue.
"I'll tell you what. Why don't you go have breakfast, and I'll take a shower. And then you can go meet me upstairs."
"Hmm." He passed his fingers on the marks he just branded on her skin "Don't tease me, love."
She just smiled that pretty smile of hers and pulled his face for a kiss, which he went for more than willingly.
Beth untangled her legs and arms from his and went for the stairs.
Usually, he injected his breakfast. But he was not concentrated enough, and with no time to spare, since he heard the shower start running upstairs. So he gulped the red liquid as fast as he could.
Climbing the stairs, he saw a pink piece of fabric, a little red stain on it. Beth had discarded her bra on her way up.
He thought he knew love, 50 years ago. He thought he had found happiness.
His Beth proved him wrong.