Written For:

- Day 20 of 366 Days of Writing Challenge: Buzz

- February Event: Teamwork Exercise: (word) Devoted/Devotion, (dialogue) "No matter what has happened. No matter what you've done. No matter what you will do. I will always love you. I swear it." (C.J. Redwine)

- Gringotts Prompt Bank/Secret Diary of a Call Girl: (word) Possessive, (object) Bright red underwear, (plot/action) Having sex against a window, (word) Intimacy

- Word Prompt Express: Inside

Pairings/Characters: Cedrella/Septimus Weasley

Word Count: 468


Kiss or Kill

And these thoughts of endless nights; bring us back into the light; kill this venom from my heart.

Marrying a blood traitor hadn't been the only thing that Cedrella Black had managed to get herself abjured from the House of Black for. The real reason was much darker, much more private, and much more embarrassing for her parents and siblings.

But Cedrella no longer cared. She used to care, back when the blood and the lust hadn't ruled her life. As she'd grown older, things had changed. She barely thought of her sisters or her parents anymore. She didn't need them to love her—she had Septimus; and Septimus was devoted to her.

Cedrella could see the devotion in his honey brown eyes, as he held her nearly naked form against the window of the hotel they were spending the night, gripping her buttocks possessively as he made love to her. He didn't care that her bare backside was pressed against the window for all to see; he just wanted the intimacy with her. Sometimes Cedrella didn't know if he was so infatuated with her because of who she was, or because of what she had become, and her new, magnetising talents that had come with it.

Gripping her legs around Septimus's waist to keep him in position, and threw back her head, opening her mouth as wide as she could. Her fingers were skating over his neck. She could hear the thrum of his heartbeat; feel the veins pulsing under her fingers. This was what gave her the buzz she so desperately needed—not the sex, not the way Septimus held her—the blood.

He craned his head to the side to give her better access, and she threw her head into the hollow of his neck, sinking her teeth into his skin. She felt him wince at first, but he moaned quietly as she started to drink. This was just more of the intimacy that Septimus desired from her.

His body bucked against hers; he wasn't about to stop having sex with her just because she was drinking. Cedrella pulled away from his neck and rolled her head back against the window, allowing the blood to trickle down into the cup of her bright red bra. Septimus groaned erotically at the sight of her, and poured himself inside her.

They shivered together for a moment, and then Septimus laid her down gently on the bed, where she looked up at his naked form, smiling.

"Do you really love me, Septimus?"

"No matter what has happened. No matter what you've done. No matter what you will do. I will always love you. I swear it." He pressed a kiss to her lips, not caring about tasting his own blood in her mouth. They would be together, forever.