Penname: Javamomma0921
Derivative Fiction
Rating: M (Yeah, it's Sunday Lemonade time again)
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Prompt: Meadow
Meadow
Before we entered the meadow, we could smell them. An immortal can smell another immortal's scent for weeks if there is little rain or disturbance in the area. This scent was degraded badly; so much so that, even if we had known the person, I think we would have had difficulty pin pointing who it was. But it was definitely an immortal. It made Jasper nervous. Both of us crouched low as we entered the meadow, knowing that whoever had been here was long gone but still wanting to be certain there was no danger.
"Can't you tell who has been here?" he asked, his hands locked behind his head in frustration and the tension showing in both his face and his shoulders.
"Jas, this scent has been here for at least two weeks," I explained. "Two weeks ago we were still in Denali and I had no idea we would be coming here. If I had been looking then, it's possible I might have gotten a glimpse at who was here, but now? I can't look back now and tell you who was here."
"Well, how can we know if they'll be back? Maybe they aren't friendly!" he said as he paced around the meadow.
"Wait," I said.
I sat down in the middle of the meadow, put my hands on either of my knees and began to look forward into the future. I closed my eyes and focused my energy on trying to see both mine and Jas's futures. I sensed him come to me and kneel in front of me. I didn't open my eyes but kept my mind focused so that I could be sure when I told him we were safe.
It had been a while since I had looked for anything with focus to know what was going to happen. When I was on my own, I didn't need to do it; the future would come to me and I would follow it. In our first few months together, I didn't really need to do this. We went where we wanted and followed any visions that came. This was different and more difficult for me. It was somewhat painful for me to make the visions come, especially when I was trying to focus on people or vampires I didn't know. I spoke to him as I saw what I could.
"We will meet our new family in under a week; the rest of our traveling time we will spend together. I see nothing interfering with our plans and I see now unhappiness befalling us."
Suddenly, my vision was clouded with the red overtones of lovemaking and filled with tangled limbs. My eyes flashed open and I saw his face inches from mine, concern warring with pure lust on his face.
"You told me that—hurts you—when you look ahead like that," he said, his hand trailing along the line of my jaw and up to my temple.
I nodded. "You needed to know…you'd never be comfortable until you knew for sure."
He raised his other hand and cupped my face between his hands, gently rubbing both of my temples with his thumb.
"You did that…for me? You hurt yourself…to put my mind at ease?"
"Of course," I responded.
His fingers continued tracing circles over my face and through my hair. The feel of his fingers moving gently over my face and head trailed warmth and calm wherever they went. My eyes fluttered shut as his fingertips kneaded more forcefully into my scalp.
"Mmm," I murmured. "That feels so good, baby."
He continued stroking and rubbing my scalp as he gently pulled my face towards him. His soft lips met mine, moving gently over my mouth and covering me in his sweet breath. He sucked my bottom lip between his teeth and ran his tongue over it. The combination of him sucking on my lip and running his tongue over it filled me with a desire to deepen the kiss; I wanted to dip my tongue into his mouth and taste him. I pushed my tongue up to his mouth, seeking entrance, but he resisted. He slowly pulled his teeth over my bottom lip, raking his teeth over my skin as he went; it made my muscles clench in anticipation. He ran his tongue around my lips one last time.
"No, you won't be rushing this, darlin'," he whispered. "We'll be taking our time today, I think."
He trailed his hand along the line of my neck, under the sleeves of my dress, slipping it over my shoulders and exposing my breasts to the air. His fingers continued trailing down, over my collarbones and down my chest until they reached my taut nipples. I moaned in response to the friction he created as the circled my peaks and pinched them gently. I arched my back, desperate to feel his body against my over-eager skin.
He stilled my movements with his palm against my chest, gently pushing me back. He trailed his finger down to the valley between my breasts, tugging on the fabric of my dress until it hung loosely at my waist. He traced patterns along my skin, trailing fire behind his fingers.
"Please, Jas, harder," I begged.
His fingers continued their gentle, delicious torture as he tugged my dress over my hips and down my legs, exposing me fully. Still, he trailed his fingertips up and down my legs, coming closer to my center but never quite finding the place where I wanted him to be.
"God, I love to see you come undone like this," he whispered huskily.
"You're torturing me," I gasped as his fingers grazed my swollen center.
"You love it," he growled.
Forgoing his prior softness, he thrust his fingers inside, finally granting my body the friction it was craving. My hips betrayed my anxiousness as they bucked toward him with every stroke. His teasing had brought me so close, I could feel my orgasm building steadily as he deliberately traced slow circles around my most sensitive area. He was lying beside me, fully dressed, and I could feel his excitement pressing into my thigh.
Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of me making me cry out and hiss in frustration. I was so close and I wanted that release so badly. My eyes found his and begged him to continue and give me what I needed. Unable to form coherent words, I covered his mouth with mine, kissing him with all the fervor he had built up in me as he touched me. Grinding my hips into him, I begged him for what I wanted.
In a flash, his clothes were laid neatly on the ground beside us and he was hovering over me, ghosting kisses over my face and shoulders. His tongue darted out and tasted the tip of my nipple. I ran my fingers down his back and pulled his body close to mine. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I positioned him over my center. Looking deep into my eyes, he thrust himself into me fully.
I threw my head back in delicious relief as he filled me finally. Still, he kept his pace slow and deliberate, but I was unable to follow his lead. I was wound so tightly, as soon as I felt him inside me, my hips began bucking and meeting his until I rode him to my own release. Still he steadied himself until I had come down from my first orgasm.
"Now, can you go slow with me?" he asked me softly, kissing my nose.
I nodded, still unable to speak.
We moved together, achingly slow and sweet, rocking our bodies together until we both came together. Our bodies melding together, we lay motionless and spent in the middle of the empty meadow.
After we had dressed and were walking hand in hand again, he stopped abruptly and turned me.
"Why did you do it?" he asked.
"Do what?" I asked, confused.
"You knew we would be safe; why did you hurt yourself just set my mind at ease?"
"Because I love you," I said, shaking my head.
He pulled me to him in a fierce hug, cradling me softly and yet surrounding me completely. I thought I understood his emotion, though my past was so different than his was. It was overwhelming to him that someone put him first. After so many years of looking out only for himself, he had finally found someone he wished to put in front of himself. It overwhelmed him that I wished to do the same for him. I simply held him, reveling in our closeness and mutual understand.
A/N: So, today's was late, but here is your Sunday lemonade. Hope you enjoy. Tomorrow is the last day. :-( Gonna miss these two a lot! Ayway, have a great night. See you in he AM! ~Jen