Unchain Me, Sister

Lea of Mirkwood

A/N: Here comes a bit of the R-rating. Sorry it's not that good, I'm not really horny today.

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Hours after feeding, Fiona was still feeling hungry. The sated feeling, like a fat cat, had faded and brought unrelenting hunger and a quivering feeling deep in her belly. All of the Boys slept, resting in their grotto so Fiona felt free to wander around in nothing but her black underwear. She fancied it was rather gothic, since the top reached to her waist and was stitched like a corset. Black lace had always been one of Fiona's favorite things to wear. The tall woman walked over to the piano and sat down at it again. She laid her fingers against the keys, stroking the ivory as she would a lover. She did not dare to press them down, because no matter what she had become, when Fiona had been raised she'd been raised with manners, and it wasn't polite to wake people up, even if they were a load of bloody – literally – vampires.

"Can't sleep?"

Fiona swiveled around to see David standing by the hole into the passway to the grotto. As always, he was fully clothed, with no skin exposed except the skin on his face. It was like he wore his dark clothes like armor, clinging to his coat like a knight clung to his mail coat.

"None of your damn business!" she shot angrily, nerves raw. David smiled contently.

"I like those pajamas."

Fiona made no move to cover herself, but stood up and walked towards David slowly and deliberately, snaking her pale, bare legs like a cat. David didn't move. Fiona drew close to him, brought her face close to his until their breath mingled and Fiona could have kissed him on his pale, stubbled jaw.

"Let's play a game then, since we can't sleep," she whispered. David drew back to look her in the face.

"I love games," he replied in the same tone.

"Good," said Fiona, suddenly cold. She turned around and reached across the piano, pulling out a checkerboard with the pieces already set. Fiona got red. David got black.

"Every time," said Fiona, "You lose a piece…you take the punishment."

David raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "And if you lose a piece?"

She inclined her head slightly. "Whatever you want."

"Let's play."

David lost one first. Fiona took his coat and laid it across her bed. Fiona lost the next one. David, in the spirit of leniency, lifted her hair off her neck and planted a cool kiss where skin met wine colored hair.

"Ready to give up?" he whispered against her skin. Fiona pulled back, her hair falling back down over her shoulder.

"You wish."

"Oh no," said David. "I don't wish. I like this game, and I'll especially like winning it."

Fiona smiled and moved a piece. David lost one. Fiona stepped close to David and moved her mouth towards his. Just before her lips locked onto his she moved to the side and planted the kiss on the side of his neck. She added another, then another, her hand sliding up his shirt to caress his stomach muscles. Just as she felt his chest jerk under her fingertips with his sharp intake of break, Fiona yanked away.

"Your move."

David moved a piece. Fiona moved a piece and won one of David's. She reached over and slid her hand up his thigh without batting an eye, letting the palm of her hand run from his kneecap all the way up to the waistband of his pants.

"Your go again," she said slyly. David glared at her and reached for the pieces. Finally it was his luck, and he took Fiona's piece with a certain amount of vindictiveness.

"My turn," he said coolly, and walked over to Fiona. With one swift movement he lifted her up and set her down unceremoniously on the piano keys with a discordant clash. He placed his hand under her chin and tipped her head back slowly, then bent down to slowly kiss her neck. His soft lips caressed her skin, sending thrills down her spine. Fiona let a secret smile snake across her lips.

"David?" she whispered in a low, confident voice. He responded with a soft groan that ended any inner debate Fiona might have possibly had. "Fuck the game."

"Good idea," growled David. Fiona stretched out her leg and pushed the checkerboard onto the floor with her bare toes. The dark haired seductress propped herself up with the palms of her hands and let David kiss his way around the lace edge of her lingerie.

"Oh, David," she moaned, arching against the smooth black piano. fearing you but calling your name icy breath encases my skin fingers like a fountain of needles shiver along my spine and rain down so divine. A low chuckle escaped his lips as the stubble on his jaw rasped against her pale skin. She reached forward and slowly pulled his shirt forward, separating his lips from her skin for a brief moment as she threw his shirt across the room. He slowly slid his hands under the bottom edge of her corset and leaned her back even further. Fiona gripped the side of his face and felt the hollow pulse in his cool neck beat faster and faster with his cold blood until she knew all control was gone from his instincts. There. Before he could move another inch up her slim body, Fiona sat straight up, grabbed the hair at the back of his neck and pulled his head all the way forward. Without even drawing an extra breath, Fiona bent her head down and sank her sharp teeth into the side of his neck. David bit back a howl of pure rage and went almost limp, his hands curling into fists and pressing against Fiona's bare hips. Thrills of an exquisite pain shivered along his spine and he felt the blood rushing from his face. Before he could think of stopping himself, he started trembling with the sheer pleasure of the kiss, like cold needles pricking into every sensitive vein and driving his senses insane. One of the problems with being the leader of a small pack was, though he could take from any of the Boys if he wanted, none dared take from him. It was a blissful euphoric feeling of release.

"Too stupid, too late," muttered Fiona and pushed David from her grasp. He collapsed on the floor, momentarily stunned. By the time he regained enough sense to know what was going on, he was laying flat on his back on Fiona's bed and her nimble fingers were working to remove his belt.

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