A/N: A little bit more playing for our favourite couple. Because, let's face it, once isn't going to be enough - for either of them...
A/N 2: Sorry if you got an email saying this was posted earlier - I did post it, but FF seems to be playing up today!
I couldn't have slept for very long; it was still fully dark when my eyes fluttered open, and I sighed contentedly at the feel of soft kisses being pressed to my shoulder and neck, gentle hands stroking my stomach. "Mm… Eric…" I murmured, turning in his arms to face him. "Do you have to go?"
"Not yet," he replied, just as softly. "Another couple of hours." His hands slid sensually over my back, and I arched against him, enjoying the feel of his cool body against mine.
I felt my lips curve into a smile, hands wandering over his back, revelling at the feel of his muscles moving under them. "Some way you're thinking of spending those two hours?" I asked.
"You should be sleeping, my lover," he replied, but I could hear the laughter in his voice.
"You shouldn't have woken me up, then," I teased. "The least you can do, now I'm awake, is to make it up to me."
"Is that so?" he was laughing in earnest, now. "And how should I do that?"
I was stumped by that. I had so little experience, my mind was a blank. "Hmm, not sure," I said, hedging my bets. "Any suggestions?"
His response was teasing and promising at the same time. "I'm sure I can think of something."
He was still gentle, but this time more playful, teasing and tickling me until I squirmed and giggled, and lost all my inhibitions. This time, though, once he was inside me, he rolled us over so that I was on top. He grinned up at me. "Do your worst."
"Nuh-uh," I said. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "You only deserve my best."
His eyes darkened, and I felt him move inside me, his hands on my hips urging me to move.
I moved slowly, still unused to the feeling of him inside me, but enjoying it more and more. I took time to savour the feeling of being completely filled, stretched, and moaned both at the loss when I pulled back from him, and the exquisite feelings as I slowly sank back down onto him again. His fangs had run out; I reached out a finger and stroked one gently, curiously. He bucked underneath me, eyes widening.
"Feels good?" I asked breathlessly.
He nodded. "They are… very sensitive." He smiled fangily. "In a good way." I bent over him, running my tongue around the other fang, and he groaned, his hands tightening on my hips. "Lover, if you keep on doing that, I refuse to be held responsible for my actions," he warned me, his voice unsteady.
"What will you do?" I drew a figure-of-eight round his fangs with my tongue, and found myself flipped onto my back.
"Fuck you till you faint," he growled in my ear.
I gasped at his words, my body jerking towards him of its own accord in sheer lust. His rhythm picked up pace, but he was still careful not to hurt me; however, the thrusts were harder and deeper than before, and it wasn't long before I was moaning his name, my hips rising to meet him, stroke for stroke. "Don't stop," I pleaded with him. "Please, Eric, don't stop."
He gave a ragged chuckle. "Not till you can't take any more," he promised. His mouth and hands seemed to be everywhere, kissing and caressing – but mine were pretty busy, too, exploring him greedily. I realised I was biting his shoulder at one point, and tried to pull back, but he shook his head. "Bite, if it feels good. Bite, scratch. It won't hurt me."
I'd never thought I would need to, that I would act in such a raw, primal way, but I did as he said, and let myself go. Release washed over me, but he didn't stop, just slowed to an almost agonisingly slow pace.
Long, lazy thrusts took the place of our frantic coupling, and I felt myself giving in to him even more. I wondered briefly if that should scare me, but I felt so contented that I couldn't seem to worry. "I didn't break your skin?" I asked.
He shook his head. "No. And my healing is such that I won't even be able to wear the marks of your passion for long," he replied, almost sadly, wistfully, thrusts having slowed almost to an undulation that made me wrap my legs around his waist and whimper for more. He traced up my jugular with his tongue. "I'll have to inspire you to mark me again," he murmured in my ear.
"Don't think… that'll be… a problem," I panted. "Eric, I…" I could feel something bubbling up inside me, and couldn't control it. It was a different feeling to anything I'd experienced before.
"Hush, let it happen," he crooned. "Don't fight it. Let it wash over you. Just relax, I have you."
A long, low moan escaped me. "Eric…" I tried to find the words to tell him that I was so close, that I needed more, wanted more, but nothing coherent would come out.
Then it crashed through me, and I screamed, and screamed, and screamed, holding onto him for dear life, until my muscles refused to co-operate, and I went limp in his arms. I realised I must have blacked out momentarily only when I blinked my eyes open to find him lying by my side, propped up on one elbow, looking down at me.
He was looking particularly self-satisfied; I looked up at him muzzily in question. "Better?" he said smugly. "You fainted," he added with a smile.
"Glad you keep your promises," I replied, snuggling into his embrace with a smile.
He nibbled my earlobe. "Oh, I always keep my promises to a lady," he purred.
Well, that was good to know.