She was deeply asleep. Peacefully. One naked leg was entangled in the folds of her blanket, her body turned to one side. The white bandage around her forearm glowed brightly, standing out from the darker colours of the blanket and her shirt. He realized that she was actually wearing one of his. He breathed heavily. Every girl with the slightest rest of sense would have run. Months ago.
This one obviously wouldn´t.
He stood there for minutes. Watching her. Still unsure what to do. He had been watching her constantly during the last days. Not the day he had freaked out, but the whole three days after that. The bruises which had covered part of her face already faded. She hadn't looked too disturbed, actually. The day before, she had been out in the woods, not too far away from the house, roaming, sitting ´round, relaxing.
He had followed. As unsure what to do as he was now. Suddenly, he hated her for sleeping that peacefully, letting him stand around feeling like an idiot. He didn´t miss the fine irony there. More than one and a half century experience of life – and he had still no idea how to handle this.
He had been caught off his guard. Not by her, but by his own feral insides. Still, he blamed her. Knowing that it was nonsense to do so.
He had smelled her blood before. When he had found her there on the veranda, unconscious. When she had cut her while preparing dinner. At least, when it was that time of the month. Still, this hadn't been the same. The combination of everything, the situation, the teasing, the hunting thing – the mere view of this amount of blood, trickling over her skin. He had seen it a thousand times, in much worse scenarios. It had always affected him worse in combination with women. It had too often led to further bloodshed.
Well, he had managed to stop.
Just not exactly in time.
He had turned the whole incident for days in his mind. Arguing.
Something inside him told him that he should end this here and now. He didn´t need to kill her. She knew barely more than his name. He could just leave and forget about it.
Still, there she was. He closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating on her scent.
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Sethra couldn´t tell what exactly had wakened her. It was dark around - she guessed that it was about the middle of the night. She reached out for the clock to check. Then she realized that something was wrong.
That something constrained her movements somehow. It was quite massive. And warm.
She reclined into the warmth, closing her eyes. Catching a whiff of his scent, she tried to imagine how much more multifarious he experienced hers. Sleepy, she decided that she was content that her senses told her that he was there at all – though they hadn't told her when he had arrived. He didn't move. Still, she was sure that he was wide awake.
The massive something itself wondered if she had been too bleary to realize that he was there. She hadn´t flinched. She hadn´t gasped. Her pulse hadn´t quickened. Actually, he almost flinched when a small hand touched his, resting on her belly. Soft fingertips slid between his fingers. She breathed heavily.
He was brave for a while, still considering. But finally, he gave up, following the instructions his instincts gave him
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This time she realized the reason for wakening. Claws, teasing. Following the outline of her jaw. Her collarbone. Her hips. Still, he wouldn´t speak. She didn´t bother, enjoying the moment. Then she realized something else. She suppressed the urge to laugh.
The cat was obviously hungry again, though if not for food. For a moment, she entertained the weird idea that in this special case, having a second girl around might have been reasonable. After months with him, she could still count their shared nights without sex at one hand – including the two times she had been indisposed as a consequence of her seizures and the two times he had been indisposed after that brawl he had gotten in. For the fifth night, she had been drunk and weepy then. After wondering for a while why that would have prevented him from just taking her, she had guessed that he had maybe been scared of making her sick. The thought still amused her.
Back to here and now, the taking was already in progress. Slowly, yes. But steadily. She gasped when he thrust into her, cursing her body for letting her miss the preparations for that every time. Still laying on her side, her back against his chest and belly, this was a delicate high-wire act. There was no way to do this the rough way- making her feel it thereby. To her disapproval, she herself had no idea how much effort it at least took to make her perceive things.
After some moments, she had to realize that he knew.
He contentedly asserted that he could control it – so far. For her, the concept of sweet torture made some sense for the first time. Waves of heat washed over her. She felt him bite her – God, she even liked that by now. Then she reached the point where sweet torture was not longer enough.
She slipped out of his grip easily. It took him by surprise, parting them. It made him growl. She wanted him to take her hard. Make her moan. Cry out ? He didn´t follow her silent requests first, and she cursed herself for not being able to just name things. She finally moaned, but out of frustration. She turned to him, on her knees at his side, one hand resting on his chest.
"Will you bastard finally carry out your goddamn duty or what ?" she hissed. He laughed in response. A low, deep, louring and amused sound. "I won´t beg", she promised. "Wanna bet ?" he whispered. Her hands reached out for his face and, having found their aim, she bent forward to kiss him, long and deeply. "Don´t make me", she muttered – already pleading.
He laughed again. Maybe not this time. He still had to make amends for something. She sprawled besides him, belly down. "Just bring this to an end", she commanded, need and impatience ringing through her tone. He reached out for her, pulling her over himself, staring at her in disbelief in the dark.
This crazy thing was willing to perform what he had intended four days earlier – with the fine difference that he would have done it without her permission then, probably followed by things quite worse. Though he had done this uncounted times, he didn´t feel like that right now. Accepting, she slid over him, shortly searching for the right position to let him find his way back into her. When he had succeeded, she bent forward, settling in against his chest, her mind watching helplessly while her unnerving late blooming synapses prepared for her body to explode.
Something told her that this wakening had been the nearest thing to an apologize she would ever get.
