AN: I was bullied into writing this. Let that be known. I'm not mad about it though.
The night air is chilly and it raises goosebumps along her bare skin.
She pulls the covers up higher around them both, tucking them in its warmth.
Eddie Munson is dead; should be dead but he's not.
He's wrapped around her, pressing soft kisses into her hair, her face and down her neck.
He's weak, she can tell from the way his hands shake and he can hardly move from their spot on the makeshift bed in the boat house. They lay hidden within the small boat.
"You need to hunt." She whispers to him, stroking his hair back from his face.
"I can't."
"You need to drink something Eddie. What if…" She trails off, wondering to herself.
"I'm not feeding from you princess."
"You're so weak, Eddie, please. Just a little." She pleads, voice desperate.
With a deep sigh he moves her hair back behind her shoulder. He dips his head into the crook of her neck and inhales, taking in her scent.
Chrissy holds her breath, waiting for the pain. She feels his lips leave the softest of kisses before the sharp sting. She releases a gasp, her hand grabs onto his torn Hellfire shirt and twists the fabric into her fist.
His lips feel so good on her neck and she tries to focus on those lips instead of the burning pull. He makes a sound that comes close to a moan, almost as if he's in pain. Eddie likes the way she tastes, a little too much, he thinks.
He needs to be careful before he ends up draining her completely.
She said just a little.
She whimpers and he stops almost immediately. He moves quickly to see her face, her blood still on his lips, a bit on the corner, like smudged lipstick.
"Are you-are you ok baby?" His hand coming up to cup her cheek, his eyes widened and scared.
"I think so… You-you can have more-if you want." She says innocently, her face heats up and she squeezes her thighs closer together.
He's shaking his head before she can even finish that sentence. No. He does not need anymore. It wouldn't be safe. It's too risky.
"I kind of liked it." She whispers to herself but he hears it. He feels himself hardening at her confession. It really shouldn't turn him on but it does.
He groans before leaning back down and kisses the wound. His lips trail downward to her collar bone, his tongue brushes the soft patch of skin, tasting her.
He feels her hand move from the front of his shirt to the waistband of his boxers. Smooth, dainty fingers crawl under the fabric and stop their search upon his hard cock.
She wraps her hand around the smooth, velvety skin and gives a stroke. Eddie grunts against the top of her chest, breath becoming harsh. His hand quickly shoots down, reaching in between her clenched thighs. She lets them fall open for him. Rough fingers find her wet folds and rubs in circles. She chokes back a sob.
"Chrissy.." He moans, his fingers moving to play with her clit, hips lifting to match her strokes.
"Please. It's ok." She assures him with a breathy voice.
Suddenly, fangs pierce into the area just above her collarbone. Her hand freezes its work just for a moment, her breath hitching at the intrusion.
Pain oversteps pleasure but only for a short time. Eddie's mouth sucks and pulls, his fingers, never missing a beat, continue to play with her soaking cunt.
Feeling overstimulated, her hand gives softer pulls to his cock. She feels like she's being torn.
Pain from his mouth and pleasure from his fingers.
As if sensing her distress, he releases his fangs and swipes his tongue over the bleeding wound. He kisses the spot and the area, "I'm sorry baby. Thank you." He whispers into her skin.
His fingers reach deeper and curl inside her, quickening their pace.
Releasing a moan, she tightens her grip on his hard length.
"That's it, just like that baby. You tasted so sweet, like I knew you would." He breathes in her ear in between moans.
At his words, she's coming, hard and fast. She sees stars and feels her whole body arch into his.
The boat rocks beneath them, swaying just above the water.
She releases a moan that sounds close to a wounded animal and the sound travels through the old walls of the abandoned boat house.
Coming back to her senses, she realizes with a start that he is still achingly hard.
"I'm sorry-" She starts.
"Sorry? For what princess? You did absolutely nothing wrong." He says, kissing her temple.
He brings his sticky fingers up to his blood stained lips and sucks on one before pausing, a grin pulls on his lips. He brings his finger to her lips and traces the plump skin.
"Open for me princess." He whispers.
Her eyes widen in confusion and shock but she listens. He slides his finger into her mouth and she closes her lips around it. She can taste herself and hint of something copper, like a penny, on her tongue. Her own blood.
Eddie watches her, a different kind of hunger fills his eyes. She continues to suck on his finger, humming around the digit.
"See how good you taste? Fuck." He moans, body tensing above her. He squeezes his eyes shut, breathing harshly as his other hand quickly strokes himself. He's spilling into his palm, chanting her name like a prayer on his wet scarlet lips.
Chrissy watches him come undone before her, in awe. The sight is enchanting.
As he falls back onto the bed of the boat, panting for breath, he curls back around her small frame. He kisses and soothes the bites, licking up any remaining blood.
"Feel better?" She asks with a soft chuckle.
"Much better. Thank you baby." He laughs and pulls her closer to his chest.