Zoey stuffed her groceries in the trunk, and cleared the backseat and set the girl down, brushing long black strands of hair from her pale face. Zoey winced again at all the cuts, and the bruise, before extracting her phone from her purse, and biting her lip.
Who should she call? Her instincts said Stark, a given, but she wasn't sure he could handle the blood openly seeping from her wounds. Or-
And then her eyes widened, and she took the first, deep breath she had since she'd seen the girl.
A sweet, thick, hazy sort of smell was coming from the wounds, which she hadn't noticed before, as she had been focused on other things, but now, it seemed almost impossible that she would have missed it.
A few drops of blood ran down her cheeks, and the blood seemed a little darker than the average human's, and even though it had been a long while since Zoey had ever even thought about drinking another human's blood freshly, the smell was a lot better than she remembered.
Her eyes were nearing black, and she got closer to the mysterious girl with blood that smelt sweeter than anything, blood or otherwise, she'd ever seen. The girl's breathing had evened out now, her chest falling and rising steadily, and her face looked still worried, but at peace.
Zoey inhaled, as her breathing hitched, and she felt her nature control her, drawing closer and closer to the girl, almost cradling her small body.
Zoey's eyes were completely black as she sunk closer the girl's pale neck, feeling the veins rush blood through her body, and the steady beating of her heart. Zoey breathed the smell in deeply, lips almost at her neck.
Zoey was completely gone, any rational sense of thought had long disappeared, and her teeth slowly pierced the girl's neck, as she frowned in her sleep, briefly moving in Zoey's arms.
Zoey actually moaned as the sweet, rich taste of blood flowed from the girl's neck and onto her hungry tongue.
The girl's eyes opened and her large, innocent looking eyes widened, as she took in what was happening. Zoey almost stopped at the almost curious look in her eyes, but then she licked at the mark, and the girl let out a moan that must have been illegal, before falling limp in her arms.
The girl's breaths came in short little pants, staring at Zoey with dark eyes, seeming extremely surprised, but, strangely enough, not even the slightest bit angry.
Zoey's sense was coming back to her in small little bits, and almost had her pulling away, staring at the smaller girl with uncertain, apologetic eyes. "No," The younger girl shakes her head, wrapping skinny arms around Zoey, pulling her closer, until her pink lips are almost touching Zoey's ear, "More,"
Zoey shudders, the girl's breath is hot, and the trail of blood right before her is being offered. Zoey ducks down, licking up the cut, being careful not to close it, doing as some part of her is telling her. The girl makes a small, whimpering noise, "Please,"
And that's all it takes before Zoey is sucking at her neck with an intensity she never thought she had in her, as the pleasure makes her head swirl. She moans between breaths, watching the girl writhe under her begging and pleading for more.
"Oh, oh," the girl murmurs, pressing herself into Zoey, fingers clutching at her back, eyelids fluttering.
Zoey feels wild and like something has taken her over, completely devoured her, as if a secret part of her had just been awakened, and was deliriously eager to be free. Zoey loved the feel of the smaller girl up against her, every line of her body against Zoey's.
"Ugh," Zoey groans, her head spinning, slipping her jacket off, the girl under her nodding and moaning helplessly.
Zoey feels small fingers pushing her zipper down, and laps up the blood gratefully, her own hands shoving down the girl's skirt. Zoey tugs off the lacy leggings, as the other girl throws off her coat, desperate to get everything off.
Zoey can feel she's had enough blood, maybe even more than enough, but that doesn't make her want to stop. If anything, it leaves her hotter, because she knows that it's just going to get that much better.
Zoey kisses the girl, claiming her mouth finally, feeling her soft lips against hers, and wondering why in the hell she'd never done this before. The girl moans into the kiss, bunching the material of her shirt up as far as it can go.
Zoey sits them up properly, the girl sitting on the arm rest between the front seats, Zoey on the back chairs. Zoey pulls her shirt off, eyeing the pale skin, not even able to muster the slightest feeling of shyness, or weirdness. This feels completely natural, more so than she ever thought possible.
The girl's bra is lacy and black, moonlike pale skin shining in the light, and her hair is mussed, her eyes dark, lips swollen and puffy, and both their lips meet again, shoving off their remaining clothes as fast they can.
Zoey groans deep in her throat, as the girl begins to inch her fingers up her thigh, every line of their bodies touching, laying horizontally on the backseat, the world hot and sweaty. Zoey dips down, probing fingers at her dripping entrance, to latch onto the girl's hard pink nipple, sucking, as she moans and writhes under her, eyes flickering.
Zoey pushes two fingers in, warm, wet heat welcoming her, as the girl under cries out, nails digging into Zoey`s back, both lost in their actions and each other, that they do not notice a hand swinging open the door.
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
Now, tell me, how many readers have I lost, would you say? XD
Guess who interrupted the uh, *hem*, activities, taking place? A cookie goes to who gets it :)