HOLY SHIT! I got two stories updated today! It's amazing.
I still own nothing but the plot.
BPOV
Char and I had been vampires for about fifteen years now. My mental shield and my military experience had been more of a help than a hindrance to the Volturi, and both had helped to solidify my place as a valued member of the Guard in the Volturi hierarchy. My rank was on par with Jane and Alec, but Char's was more on par with Felix and Demetri. I still took orders when necessary, but was more often left to gather my own crew and head out on missions if needed.
Today I had gotten orders from Aro that a small coven had been getting a little out of hand in Russia. He wanted me to assess the situation and handle it the way I saw fit. Usually if I had to venture out of the castle, I would take Char with me. Her loyalty to me was unparalleled and she was an amazing soldier. I knew whatever foe we faced; she would always have my back no matter what. I would also bring Felix. It never hurts to have a wall of muscle at your disposal if need be. It tends to make a statement. I also decided to bring Jane with me. Her reputation preceded her and I may need her unique skills. Afton was the last of my crew simply because he volunteered.
The five of us, decked out in typical Volturi garb, headed north to Russia an hour after the order was given to go. We took the Volturi jet, although we could have run the distance, but it made transport of any prisoners we captured that much easier. I'm sure Felix wouldn't mind carrying a screaming, writhing, vamp over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes-for hundreds of miles-back to the castle, but I don't want him to have to bear that burden if he doesn't have to.
We land in St. Petersburg and proceed to run from the airport to the last location this coven was rumored to be in. Arkhangelsk was a city and administrative center of Arkhangelsk Oblast, in the north of European Russia, and had a very unfortunate run-in with a coven of vamps that were very obviously making their presence known. Those types of vamps were usually either brand new and didn't know any better, or they did know better and just didn't care. Either way they were dangerous and I had to be on my guard.
We weren't in the city long before we found several places this coven could be hiding out. The only way we would be able to catch them off guard is by splitting up. I didn't like the option, but I didn't see any other and we didn't want this coven to be aware of our presence until we wanted them to be. Felix headed to an abandoned warehouse that was close to the epicenter of all of the recent commotion this coven had caused. Jane was sent the opposite direction to a neighborhood that was undergoing construction and would be a good place for the vamps to hang out while not causing chaos. Afton did a perimeter run around the city to see if this coven had ventured away from here, or if they were still located here. As for Char and I, we headed further into the city to see if the coven was trying to cause chaos there. Char wouldn't leave my side. Simply refused to. We were like two parts of the same being and had been for years, so sending her off by herself wouldn't work to either of our benefit. We would worry about each other too much to be productive.
About two blocks away from the city center, we hear commotion that can only be vampiric in nature. Char and I ducked into alleyways and skirted around buildings to get a better view of the situation. What we saw would have taken our breath away if we had needed to breathe.
Someone in the coven had taken to beating the side of a 7 story building to an absolute pulp - with people inside - while the others stood around, laughed, and tormented the innocent civilians that had tried to escape the tumbling structure. I called Felix, Afton and Jane immediately and let them know where we were and what this coven was up to. They replied they'd be with us soon enough. Char and I couldn't wait. It wasn't in us to leave innocent people at the mercy of something or someone so brutal.
We emerged from behind the building and I let my hood down so the other vampires present could see my face. "You know," I say speaking in Russian, "Volturi Law clearly states that this kind of activity is strictly forbidden."
One of the coven members, a tall man with blonde hair, looks to me and replies in English, "Volturi scum. We don't follow your rules. We have our own rules and we will do what we like."
"That kind of thinking is what got you into this mess, now I'm here to see it cleaned." I reply.
"You are nothing. Your rules mean nothing." Says a red-headed woman coming to stand behind the blonde.
"You will find our rules mean a great deal, actually." I reply. "It's my job to make sure we hide what we are from the human race. You, on the other hand, are determined to make that calling very difficult for me today."
"We make it a point to make the lives of Volturi trash as difficult as possible." Says a third coven member. Another woman, but with short brown hair styled in a bob.
"That is quite apparent." I reply sassily gesturing to the destruction they had already caused. "Just know that if you continue your current path, I will have no choice but to end you."
"You? End us?" the male laughs "How can two Volturi guards take down five of us?"
"Five?" I ask intrigued. "I fail to see the other two. If there are truly five of you, where are they? I demand they make themselves known."
I don't have to wait long before two more men come walking my direction. One is short, stocky, and bald. The other is his exact opposite. Tall, with long brown hair and a muscular physique.
"Do you think being outnumbered should terrify me?" I ask. "Because your scare tactics need work if that's what you think."
"We will rip you to shreds Volturi bitch." States the short man.
"Oh, you can certainly try, but I believe I have the upper hand here." I state back confidently.
"How is that?" Asks the red-head.
"Because I have something that you don't." I reply darkly. "Now, I will give you the chance to come back to Volterra with us peacefully and face the punishment for your crimes like civilized vamps, or you can choose to fight."
"I will fight for my freedom to do as I like." The blonde says full of cocky confidence.
"Then you will burn." I state calmly.
It was at that moment that Char lowers her hood and Felix, Afton and Jane step out of the shadows. I could see the panicked expressions on the Russian's faces. Jane's and Felix's reputations certainly preceded them.
Felix went after the tall brunette male that I knew didn't stand a chance against him. As muscular as the Russian's physique was, I had yet to meet another that could best the former Roman. Jane had dropped the redhead and was busy torturing her with an angelic smile on her face. Sometimes I thought she enjoyed inflicting her gift far too much, but I wasn't one to judge. Char took on the brunette female and was busy playing with her food, so to speak. I knew that Char needed a bit of a workout, so the brunette was a good choice, but for all intents and purposes the Russian was no match for Char's skill. That left Afton with the stocky bald man and me with the coven leader.
I could have very easily wrapped the leader in my shield and taken off his head without too much fanfare, but it had been a while since I really let loose and this was as good an opportunity as I was going to get any time soon. As we circled each other, he was in a crouch ready to pounce at the first opportunity and I was standing at full height and casually mirroring his every step. Surprising him, I moved first, breaking our circling and running straight for him. I feinted like I was going for his left side, but twisted at the last second and took him down at the knees. He managed to land a decent punch to my ribs trying to get me off of him, but I wasn't fazed. I managed to get to my knees, and with a bit of leverage, I tore his legs off at the knees so he couldn't get anywhere. From there, it was a simple matter of dismembering the rest of him and setting him alight. Honestly, he didn't have near the fight I expected and it was kind of disappointing.
Once he was officially ash, I looked around to check the status of my teammates and noticed that they were holding their own for the most part, but Char seemed to be having a bit of trouble with her opponent. On my way to assist, the brunette Char was fighting took a hold of the bottom of her Volturi cloak and spun her towards the nearest fire that Felix had set to end his opponent. I knew I wasn't going to make it in time to help her and although my shield was many things, it unfortunately wasn't fireproof, so I couldn't wrap it around her to help her that way either.
As our eyes met across the battlefield, I could see the fear in her eyes as I'm sure she could see the horror in mine. I could tell that this would be the last time I would ever see her, the last conversation we had was a little under two hours ago, the last time I heard her laugh was yesterday, and I knew I would never get over this loss.
What I didn't expect was Afton to come leaping over the fire on the other side to push Char back towards me as he took the brunt of her body's blow and took her place on the pyre. Shocked as I was about Afton's actions, I ran to catch Char just before she hit the ground. I couldn't understand what made Afton take her place that day, nor would I ever forget what happened, but I had more time to think on the 'why' of his sacrifice later. Right now I had a friend to comfort and a bitch to burn.
"Are you ok?!" I asked Char in a panic.
"I'm fine. I'm fine." She replied reassuringly. "Go get that Russian bitch."
I didn't need to be told twice.
As a red mist descended over my vision, my rage at almost losing my best friend and anger over the death of one of my Volturi family members overcame me and I was immediately after my target. I was out to make that brunette bitch pay for what I had nearly lost and I was determined to make it hurt.
I ran after her and cornered her in an alley about three blocks away from the building. My shield immediately engaged and wrapped around her keeping her from escaping. "You are going to regret ever being turned by the time I'm done with you." I snarl.
She didn't bother responding with anything more than a growl before I attacked. I took my time with her, making sure that she felt everything I did to her, but keeping her immobile so she couldn't fight back. I wasn't in the mood for a fair fight. I wanted her to know that she royally fucked up. I separated each of her fingers before burning them while she watched, laughing darkly while I was making her suffer. Then I moved onto her hands, and then her forearms, and so forth.
A while later, I was standing over the burning remains of the Russian and covered in her venom– not really remembering what all I had done to get to this point – when Char came to find me. She seemed to be doing alright, but I wouldn't be entirely sure that she was until we got back home. As I wrapped one arm around her while watching the last of the flames die down, she gently took my face in her hands and slowly brought her lips up to meet mine in a gentle kiss.
I was noticeably shocked considering she had never once in the years we had known each other shown any romantic interest in me one way or another. I began to pull away because I was sure that this was a mistake and just an emotionally charged moment that resulted in a kiss that we both would regret once we calmed down, but she just held my face tighter and followed my movements to resume the kiss. It wasn't heated, but instead the emotion behind it was one of reassurance and soon I relaxed into it.
Her lips were soft and full and just the right tenderness. The kiss itself moved from reassuring to sweet as my hands gently wrapped around her waist and pulled her to me. There was still no real heat involved, but there could be if either of us wanted it.
It was only at the sound of a throat clearing unnecessarily that Char and I pulled apart. "Shall I come back later?" Jane asked with humor lacing her voice.
"No need." I reply stepping away from Char. Still managing to keep our hands clasped, I ask "Have the rest of the coven been disposed of?"
"Ash in the wind." Jane states with as much interest as she might give the weather.
"Good." It was only after the vamps had been disposed of that I gave another thought to the people they had been tormenting. I raised my hood to cover my face and Char, Felix, and Jane followed suit. I walked into the building and told Char to take the second floor, Felix to take the third, and that left Jane with the fourth. That left me with the ground floor. We would work our way up the building from there. I wanted to leave the humans and let them know that they were safe, but I couldn't do that. I had to make sure I left no witnesses. Which meant everyone in this building had to die and the building itself had to be burned beyond recognition. The media would claim it as an industrial accident.
"I don't want the humans to suffer needlessly, so make it quick." I tell the others.
Everyone nods in agreement and proceeds to their assigned floor. I begin walking through every room and listening for telltale signs of hearts beating to guide me. As I find a few shell-shocked survivors, I move too quickly for them to see me and snap their necks. I'm done with my assigned floor quicker than expected and proceed to the fourth floor to await everyone else.
Once everyone has gathered in the stairwell together I assign Felix to the roof, Jane to the seventh floor, Char to the sixth, and I will take the fifth. Once everyone is out, I'll make sure there's nothing left of the victims or the building. Explosives are easy to come by when you work for the Volturi.
Once the building was cleared of all forms of life, I sent Felix back to the plane to get some explosives that we had on board. It never hurts to be prepared for any eventuality and we had more than mere explosives on board the Volturi jet.
While Felix was gone, the rest of us took the time to carry the bodies to the bottom floor of the building and begin the process of finding the weakest points of the building to set the explosives when Felix returned.
Within the hour, the building was in flames and we were on the jet and on our way back to Volterra. The coven problem was solved, but I had one hell of a report to give to the Kings once I got back and I felt it was my personal mission that nothing like what happened with Afton was ever going to happen again as long as I was around. First though, I had to determine exactly what had happened and exactly what I could do to fix it.
From what I could remember, the Russian had taken ahold of Char's cloak and tried to use the leverage that she had on it to her advantage. Which brought up the question of why the cloth itself didn't rip? It should have with the amount of force necessary to fling someone onto a pyre, yet it didn't.
I took a look at my own cloak and tried to remember if any one of these had actually ever been ripped. At all. I honestly couldn't remember a single time in my fifteen years that any one of these had needed to be replaced. Why not? I gripped two parts of my cloak in between my fingers and gave an experimental tug.
Nothing. Absolutely no give whatsoever to the fabric. I mean, I knew these were durable, but damn. It didn't make me feel better at all to know my experiment failed, but it did raise the question as to what these cloaks were made of. They didn't smell any different from the cotton my clothes were made from, but I've had to replace far too may clothes for these to be that delicate.
Which meant I would have to ask my father and my uncles about this and frankly, I didn't really want to talk to them about something they deemed so trivial as fabric, but the safety of the Guard – of Char – rested in my hands and I was going to make sure I kept what belonged to me safe, no matter the cost. That also meant I was going to have to convince men that had been around for thousands of years that the uniforms we were currently using were dangerous and outdated – which was a chore in itself – and then I had to come up with an entirely new Volturi Guard uniform to pitch to them that wouldn't malfunction so badly as to result in the death of a Guard member.
That was a headache that I could put my subconscious on for the moment. My second concern was why Afton chose to sacrifice himself for Charlotte? Not that I wouldn't have done the same thing, but there was a bond between us that Afton didn't share. I supposed it could have been easier if I outright asked Char if anything had happened between her and Afton, but I never did things the easy way.
Which brought that kiss to my attention. Why did Char kiss me? Was it just for reassurance that she was there and she was ok? Was there a deeper meaning behind the kiss itself? Did she have romantic feelings towards me? Did I have romantic feelings towards her? The whole thing was a confusing mess and I was far too old to be acting like a sixteen year old who didn't know how to feel about someone liking her.
I sighed heavily and relaxed in my seat on the jet, staring out the window and trying to put my report together in my head along with my concerns about everything that had happened on this mission when Char sat down in the seat across from mine. It wasn't unusual for her to do that because we were practically attached at the hip, but this time I didn't bother letting my gaze leave the view outside the jet's window.
Something just felt…off and I couldn't figure out what emotions I was trying to feel or ignore, but I knew I needed to get my act together before we landed.
"I saved his life." Char says to me without preamble. Like I wouldn't know who she meant.
"You saved his life?" I turn it into a question as I repeat her words back like a parrot. Yes, in fact Bella does want a cracker.
I scoff and roll my eyes at my own internal dialog, but I don't explain. Char just pays it no heed and goes on. "You remember that rogue vampire in the Congo that I took care of a few years ago?"
"Yeah, that was when I was busy with Jane in Egypt trying to recruit Benjamin to the Volturi Guard for Aro, right?" I ask already knowing that was exactly what she meant.
"Right. Afton was on my team with Alec and Demetri during that mission." Char looks at me like she's begging me to understand when she continues. "We had caught up to the rogue about ten miles east of Sibiti when he sprung a trap on us. Apparently he had been in contact with a loner known as Joham and had decided to form his own version of a vampire family with his sons and daughters a lot like Joham did. However, instead of keeping them hidden, this rogue went the other direction and he taught them how to become his own personal version of the Guard. He was causing so much havoc to the humans there that it was becoming national news. When we went into the Congo to take care of what we thought was just one rogue vamp on a violently obvious killing spree, we ran into the rogue and his half-human family."
Char looks over my right shoulder as her memories take her back to that day. "The fighting was intense between the four of us and the huge family the rogue had amassed. Thank every deity under the sun we were so well trained because it wasn't an easy fight even with Alec's gift. I think he lost a hand during that battle, but Afton was in far worse shape. The hybrids had him surrounded and had removed every limb from him before I got there to help. They had even removed his head and were starting a fire to burn him when I got there. I was so angry that someone had dared to hurt another member of our Guard like that and I just let instinct and fury take over. Before I knew it, the hybrids were dead and I was helping put Afton back together."
"That's where you got the scar on your elbow, right? From one of them getting the upper hand for a second?" I asked a bit snarkily.
"Got it in one." Char replies ignoring my petulance. "I put Afton back together after I took care of my own arm, but he survived that encounter because I was there. To him, he owed me a life-debt. I may not have ever seen it that way, but he lived just because I was there to save him and to him it was a huge deal. He sacrificed himself to save me today because he felt he had a debt to pay. I will never forget what we lost today – a comrade and a friend – but I will always be glad of his sacrifice in that he let me live so I could spend more time with you."
"You seem so easy-going about this." I say tiredly.
"I'm not. I did have plenty of time to talk to him about it before now, however and that eases my mind about it a bit. I am still angry that we lost one of our own today and it makes me feel undeserving that he burned in my place, but I can't let what he saw as a noble and right cause go unappreciated because it was unconventional." Char states simply and seemingly at peace with what happened.
Although I hate to admit it, she's right. I can learn from this as the lesson that it was meant to be, or I can wallow in the loss of a friend that I couldn't prevent.
I think I'll take the lesson out of this one. "Ok. Thank you for telling me."
"No problem."
We spend the rest of the flight going over possible uniform upgrades and she gives me opinions about materials and colors and whatnot. As we talk, neither one of us mentions the kiss and I start to believe that it was nothing more than a reassurance. I just let the whole thing slide and prepare myself for my report to the Kings.
When we pull up to the castle from the airport we leave our car in the garage and head into the reception area of the castle. The rest of our team bids us goodbye and leaves in search of their various other pursuits while Char and I have the new receptionist let the Kings know that we're back. Not thirty seconds later, we are admitted into the Throne Room and greeted warmly by all three Kings.
"My dear daughters," Caius begins, "I'm so glad to have you back and in one piece."
I can't help but cringe slightly at my father's words and I know he caught the movement. "What is it?" He asks calmly.
It doesn't take too long to sum up what happened in Russia, but I can tell it hurts the Kings dearly to know of Afton's loss. When I explain that Char and I have a solution to the problem, the Kings are all ears.
"I would like to remove the cloaks from our Guard uniforms unless it's for formal occasions only." I state confidently. "I would also like to recommend a more military look for the remainder of the Guard as well as doubling our recruiting efforts."
"Let's go over one thing at a time, shall we?" Aro asks. "Let's start with the loss of the cloaks."
"I'm not saying that we should get rid of them entirely, but only use them for formal occasions. I'm not sure what fabric these cloaks are made of, but whatever it is, we can't afford for it to fail and result in another guard losing their lives due to the inability to get out of the fabric quickly when it's used as a weapon against the wearer. It doesn't rip. In the fifteen years I've been here, it never occurred to me to wonder why we had never needed to replace any of these cloaks. After seeing both Char and I through our newborn year and remembering how many sets of clothes we went through I was shocked to realize that I had never needed to worry about ruining the cloak."
"What do you propose?" Marcus asks seeming interested in the conversation.
"I propose that whatever means you have to make these", I say holding up my cloak, "be repurposed into a more durable and modern version of military garb. Use the fabric for more military style pants and jackets for missions, but keep the black color since most of the vampire world knows that you've adopted that color as your own. Use a non-dyed version of the fabric to make shirts that mark ranks the same way you were using the cloaks to do the same thing. This way the fabric won't fail when it's not mean to. Give us military grade boots that we can wear in any weather and any terrain so we're not replacing high-end shoes after every mission. Fashion only gets us so far when we're fighting for our lives."
"You raise a very good point, my dear." Caius says calmly. "Maybe we are a bit outdated, brothers."
"We'll take your proposal under consideration, but I can't promise anything." Aro says simply, but I can see him coming around to my way of thinking.
"As to doubling our recruiting efforts," Caius says, "what did you have in mind?"
"Well, our numbers aren't infinite." I begin. "We have losses just like any other coven, but since we are Volturi, no one ever seems to want to join. Hell, Char and I are the last two you had join your ranks and that was over a decade ago. I think that we should start looking in the same place Char and I were for new recruits. Look to new military contracts for countries that require you to sign up for it and grab the recruits before they leave for their country's military. Request new personnel here in the castle from the Italian population as 'guards' but don't tell them what they're guarding until the potential candidates get here and can be interviewed and Aro can read them properly. Tell other countries that you are looking for candidates to help safeguard the history here and use INTERPOL as a general idea of gathering more Guards internationally. Talk up the Volturi and make people want to join and they will. Let Aro read them to make sure they're worthy to be Volturi before they're changed. Let Marcus teach the history and let Caius teach the military skill that we're known for and we'll have fuller ranks than we ever have before."
"You've really put a lot of thought into this, haven't you?" Caius asks me.
"I had quite a bit to think about on the plane." I state simply.
"Apparently so." Marcus replies. "I don't know about you, brothers, but I think Bella has brought us quite a few good ideas and points of discussion."
"I agree." Aro replies. "I see that you are very passionate about these concerns and I swear we will take them to heart and discuss them seriously."
"We are all very proud of you and the initiative you've taken." Caius responds as he gets down from the dais to hug both Char and I. "You have done very well, my daughters. Now I believe that it is time for you two to rest and relax for the evening. We will discuss this further tomorrow."
"Thank you, Father. Uncles." I say as we bow before the Kings and make our leave.
It didn't take us long to wind our way through the corridors and back to our room. Once we had made it back, Char made herself comfortable sitting on our couch as we discarded our mission clothes and got comfortable.
"We need to talk about what happened." She tells me quietly.
"Not right now." I reply knowing that she finally wants to discuss that kiss we've been avoiding.
"Yes now." She snaps back. "There's not a better time than now. We have plenty of time to discuss this."
I sigh knowing she's right, but not really wanting to admit it to myself. She's known all along that I was loathe to put a name to whatever this closeness was we had between us. I know that's silly and stupid of me, but after the only other real relationship I'd been in blew up in my face, I really didn't want to label any other relationship I happen to be in.
I know that we claim the title of sisters, and yes that does technically count as a label, but there was something else to what we had. Something more. Why else would I have asked Char to be changed? Why else would she have stayed by my side this long?
"Look," she begins calmly, "I know you don't want to put a label to this. Honestly, I don't want to either."
I look up at her from my position on the couch. "Really?" I ask her disbelievingly. "You don't want to put a label on this?"
"I've never wanted to. You just won't listen to the reason behind it." She replies.
"Well, considering I'm not planning to do much over the next few days, why don't you explain it to me then?" I say as I lean back and cross my arms in front of me.
She doesn't speak as she stands up and adjusts her stance over me. She puts her left leg on the outside of my right and her right leg on the outside of my left where she's kneeling over me as I sit on the couch waiting on her next move. She sits down on my lap, straddling me and leans in to kiss me softly and gently.
Vampires are sexual beings and it doesn't matter to us whether the person we're interested in is male or female or whether it's one other body – or more – that we're loving. Unless we find our mate, finding solace and comfort in another interested party is a perfectly acceptable way to spend an evening. It's always been this way although no one knows exactly why considering we can't procreate through intercourse. There's truth to the Incubus and Succubus stories that people hear in their mythology and lore. Joham and the Succubus Sisters are proof of that. We can't really seem to help ourselves, nor would we really want to. Feeling that connection with someone reaffirms that we have someone who cares about us and our well-being and that is certainly a feeling I cannot live without.
The kiss turns heated very quickly and soon our tongues are fighting for dominance and my hands are roaming over her still clothed body and through her blonde hair. I can feel a pleasant tingling low in my belly and I can feel her body scooting closer over mine.
"Since when have you had any romantic feelings towards me?" I can't help but ask as her mouth leaves mine and starts sucking gently on my neck.
"I've always had romantic feelings towards you, but today was…an eye-opening experience and I plan to take advantage of this for as long as I can. You never know how much you truly want something until it's taken from you and you were almost taken from me today. I promised myself that I wouldn't let this chance pass me by." She replies breathily into my neck.
"Are you sure you wanna take this to the next level, Char?" I ask. "Are you sure you want this kind of relationship with me?"
"It's not like anyone would care." I feel Char shrug. "They all think we've slept together before, so what's the point in denying something we both want?"
"I don't care what anyone else thinks." I reply hotly. "I just want to know where your head is at right now. What if you meet your mate?"
She stops nuzzling at my neck, leans back to look me in the eyes, and pins me to my spot with an intense look. "You may not be the 'mate' that fate has chosen for me, but I've loved you since the first day we met, but you were so hung up and broken when it came to any sort of relationship that I knew it would be a while before I could even begin to bring up the idea of us being together. Almost burning today made me realize that even though I'm practically indestructible, I'm not completely immune to harm. Can you blame me for taking the chance to finally, after nearly twenty years, show you how I feel?"
I can tell by looking into her eyes that she is very serious about everything she's said. She really does mean what she's telling me and she really does feel this way about me. It's time I opened up a bit to the one person I can really trust and the one person that really knows me. She's been through everything with me, and even in times when we fought with eachother, she was always there to talk things over at the end of the day. She has only ever left my side when ordered and she has always returned to ease my worries when she's had to be somewhere I couldn't go.
Seeing everything that has happened between us in the years we've known eachother, it seems as though we are truly sisters. Bonded by blood and war and experiences that no one could understand. Oh how weak our bond was back then. Knowing now that we are bonded by venom, it makes our bond stronger and now we both realize that nothing could actually break it when it seemed so weak before. Seeing our bond in a new light, however brings to focus all of the little things that I took for granted or I took to just being quirks that Char had.
The realization comes over me like a tidal wave. I do love Char. It's not the all encompassing love that mates have for one another, but it is love. It goes far beyond sisterly affection and I'm ashamed that it took her confessing her feelings before I finally realized that I had any to reciprocate.
"I love you." I tell her honestly.
"I know that. You've been saying that since before we were turned." She replies still unmoving on my lap.
"No. I mean I love you. As in, more than what I've felt for anyone since Edward. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it."
"Finally got your head out of your ass, have you?" She asks smirking.
"Apparently so." I reply resuming our kiss and running my fingers through her hair. It's all tangles and her ruby eyes are almost pure black from desire. I'm sure I don't look much better.
She continues her relentless teasing and starts kissing down my neck as her hands slide over my stomach and they start to slowly rise up to cup my breasts. She begins kneading them through my shirt and bra as she continues to kiss, lick, and suck marks along my collarbone.
My hands find the end of her shirt and I rip it off her body, it tears like tissue paper under my hands. She apparently decided not to wear a bra today and I may have moaned as I took in the D sized glory in front of my face. I took a nipple into my mouth and began to tease it by nipping and sucking as my right hand went to her left breast to knead that one and tease that nipple to a point.
As I start to move my mouth from her nipple and back up to her neck, I can feel my own shirt ripping and then my bra. Apparently things had gotten a bit heated for Char and she'd had enough teasing. She was ready for skin-on-skin contact and I was, too.
"Pants and underwear off." She demanded into my mouth.
"No." I said simply. "If you want them off bad enough, you can rip them off yourself."
I'm not sure if that was the right thing or the wrong thing to say. With a growl she stands up and proceeds to do just that. I have to admit that I wasn't expecting this type of urgency, but I was fully on board.
She then lets her pants and panties drop to the ground with no more fanfare or care than she ripped off mine. She then flits out of the living room and towards her bedroom and is back in a second with a very suspicious package. She opens the unassuming box and pulls out a purple dildo. It seems like it's one of those rabbit models that I remember from my human days, but maybe more sophisticated.
She comes back towards me, spreads my legs apart and is greeted with the sight of my pussy slick and wet for her. She doesn't immediately head for my folds, but instead she nibbles her way up my right thigh and then switches to my left before giving me any sort of relief. Once she thinks I've been teased enough, she runs the tip of the dildo up and down my soaked folds before pushing in. She's not slow about it, but I didn't want her to be. Once she's gotten it situated where she wants it, she turns on the little vibrator that's attached to stimulate my clit and she begins thrusting into me. My legs wrap around her waist and pull her closer so I can kiss her deeply and my hands grab anything they can reach.
She breaks the kiss and begins her journey down my neck and collarbone and down to the valley between my breasts. She works her way up to one very hard nipple and begins sucking and licking and at this rate, while she's thrusting that dildo into me so quickly, I don't think I'll be able to last long.
"Charlotte" I beg "I need more. Please don't stop. I'm so close."
"I've got you, Bella." She replies, releasing my nipple from her mouth while making her way over to the one she's been neglecting. "Cum for me." She latches onto the other nipple and sucks. Hard. Before I know what hit me, my orgasm washes over me and I'm screaming her name.
I don't waste any time before I'm pushing her off of me and onto the floor. She looks at me in a panic before my head disappears in between her legs. I'm not used to eating another woman out, but I know what I enjoy, so I suppose I can use the same basic principle here.
I can tell by how wet she currently is that teasing her is going to get me nowhere, so I thrust two fingers into her, curl them upwards and immediately find and circle her clit with my tongue. The scream that she lets out will probably be ringing in my ears for the next few days, but at least I know I'm doing something right.
As I lick and kiss and suck on every inch of her pussy I can reach I never once stop my fingers from thrusting. I can tell she's chasing her own orgasm when her hips start to involuntarily meet the movements of my fingers. Seeing her writhing on my hand like she is has got to be one of the hottest things I've ever seen and I moan as I latch onto her clit again.
"Faster, Bella." She pants, desperately.
I don't hesitate. Upping the speed of my fingers as they pound into her.
"Yes! Oh, God! Just like that! Yes! You're gonna make me cum!" She repeats over and over almost screaming. I don't stop. I add a third just to see if that was what she needed, to feel fuller.
As her orgasm overtakes her, I feel her walls clamp down on my fingers as she lets out a silent scream and her back arches up off the living room floor. I keep applying the right amount of stimulation to get her through her orgasm, but stop before she becomes too sensitive.
As I lean back onto the couch, I tell her, "We're gonna have a discussion about why you had this when we both come back down to earth." I say pointing at the dildo.
Char just laughs.