[A/N: Okay, so honestly I've been playing it a little safe. And this book is all about practice so this one-shot is very sexual. I don't really know the type of warning system that is applied to these- BUT THERE IS SEX IN THIS SO YEAH. SHEILD YOUR VIRGIN EYES IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THAT KIND OF THING. OH, and please review because I'm very self-conscious about my writing ability and am up to so much criticism- Unholy Helbig]
The once scarlet blood didn't' carry the same vibrant color that it always had. In the dull grey light, it was more of a rustic brown. One that Beca Mitchell had never considered as pretty, or even tolerable. But it was necessary, even with her stomach churning over the deep metallic scent.
She had lost it the first time she was forced to sink her teeth into the warm flesh of another. His skin was salty, but the overwhelming sound of a rapid heartbeat was enough to lull the young girl into finally piercing the vein. Once she had- it was unbearable. The taste strong and unforgivable as it spilled over her lips and dripped against her chin.
Now, after years and years of practice, it was easier for her to contain her mess. To dull the sexual tension that would present itself each time she let out a primal growl at the scent.
Beca ran her tongue haphazardly over the two puncture wounds that she had created, breathing in a deep huff as she pulled away. It was gentle, in the form of a thick pain that would subside with an edge of arousal. Another primal snarl pushing past her silent edge.
Aubrey watched with conviction, her arms crossed over her chest as she cocked her head to the side. Her eyes were deep with lust, and maybe even something more. Feeding was a highly sexual process, to begin with- bridging on trust. That's why she never really condoned these banks. But it kept Beca human to a certain degree. Kept her sane.
"Fuck," The girl mumbled, sitting back on the large white couch. The thought was ironic, a white couch in a place made exclusively for drawing blood. They were comfy, the little vampire would give them that. Regardless, she tried to not make a mess. Dripping her thumb against the corner of her mouth to quell some of the liquid.
The redhead cupped her hand around the wound that graced the edge of her shoulder. She was sore, but not sore enough to reap the undeniable bliss that pushed through her whole entire body. Her chest was heaving up and down, palm pressing greatly to stifle the residual sting.
"Are you okay?" Beca panted, closing her eyes against the dull lighting in the little room that the three of them had holed themselves up in.
"I don't think you're supposed to ask me that." She stated dryly.
"She's not." Aubrey scoffed, a stickler for the rules.
Beca had never heard her speak before- had never worked with her at all, if she was being honest. The younger woman would pass her in the hallways at Barden every once an awhile with her deep electric gaze and kind smile. She was an activist, one that would do anything to help- anything to give back to the community. But this? This wasn't the type of charity she would expect to see the ginger involved in.
"Right," Beca laughed, happy to see that sunny disposition she held dulled by the experience the two of them shared. "I'm sorry, Chloe."
"You know my name?" She asked, knitting her eyebrows together as she flashed her stare over at Aubrey, parting her lips. She looked pale, considerably so. Despite the overwhelming feeling of contempt that came along with feeding, there was a certain aspect of lethargy.
The brunette ran a hand through her hair lazily as she put both feet on the floor, grasping the large pitcher of water that was filled to the brink with vibrant mint leaves and large spheres of lemon. It was a calming combination that made the room smell fresh and natural.
Chloe watched her carefully as she poured a bit of it into the glass- large chunks of ice filling the crystal. It was loud for all three girls, a headache pressing against the side of the gingers temple.
Instead of settling back in her seat with the glass, she handed it to Chloe, who accepted it gratefully. "Most of you… how do you know my name?"
"Let me guess," She leaned back into her original sitting position, letting her ankle hit her opposite knee as she spread her arm over the back of the couch. "You never get much conversation in here, do you?"
"Not really, no" She whispered, dragging large gulps of the water into her mouth. She was thirsty, devastatingly so. Her eyes flicked over to the gorgeous woman on her right- her angelic blonde hair just as show-stopping as the dark green eyes she possessed.
Wordlessly, she sunk into the seat on the opposite side of Chloe, the redhead swallowing down the residual water as she produced her wrist, raising her eyebrows as Beca cocked her head to the side.
"No, thank you." Aubrey wrapped her cold fingers against the girl's skin, lowering it down with little resistance. "I think you've been through enough today."
A wordless confusion passed over the young woman's features. She hadn't been doing this for long- maybe a year at this point. It started out as a simple blood drive, something she wanted to do before she committed to getting a little ladybug tattoo. She never did end up getting the tattoo, but instead had a different type of marking to round out the night.
Chloe Beale had grown to despise the Red Cross, or more like the nurse she had met that day. The one who had convinced her to go out for a few drinks and forget about the pint she had just been drained of. The one who dug her canines into her neck later that night and introduced her to a feeling that was stronger than anything she had ever experienced. One that made her eyes roll back in her head and crave more. Crave that hot feeling and that rough come down.
"You don't want to push yourself too far little one," Aubrey said, wrapping her arm around the girl's shoulder and pulling her back into the plush edge of the white couch. Even someone as meticulous as the blonde could admit when a business made a fowl choice, and this color was a safety hazard.
Despite herself, Chloe relaxed into the woman's touch. She had seen the two around here before. They stuck to one another, but the blonde woman never bared her fangs. She wasn't sure if it was the over-abundance of self-control or the lack thereof that Beca possessed.
The brunette let her palm rest on Chloe's knee, her touch cooling through the denim fabric. A few drops of blood had wicked it's way into the light color over time, but neither seemed to notice as another wave of calm passed over Chloe. It was an effect that they had deep within, not quite mind control, but it was enough to coax the young girl into a dull and lazy intimacy.
"You must stop this," Aubrey said pointedly.
"It's humane," Chloe shot back, her voice tired.
"Well yes," Beca spoke up "I suppose it is, but a girl with a bright future like yours can't go around being a human blood bag."
Aubrey drew in a sharp breath as if to object, but she knew her girlfriend was right. Chloe was beginning to rely too much on the odd and charming sensation that came with the prospect of feeding. Even now, the two of them could see past the aging scars that more had created, some sloppier than others.
Chloe was dressed in a thin black tank-top that exposed enough skin. Her sweatshirt was draped across another tacky chair with an abysmal floral pattern etched against it. Something told both girls that she dressed for winter even in the dead of spring.
"Why do you," Chloe cleared her throat, voice strained "Why do you two care, if I'm not being too forward?"
The blonde let out a simple chuckle, extending her fingers as she placed them so gently under Chloe's chin. It drew an oceanic color to such an earthy one. Damn, the stranger was alluring just like most of her kind, but it felt almost like something more.
"You, little one, are so innocently captivating without offering up your veins like a tap." It was a low whisper, Aubrey's breath hot and iron-filled despite not having drawn from Chloe in the first place.
"I uh-"Chloe swallowed thickly as the woman ran her thumb coolly over her cheek, the blood rushing to them in a red heat. "You're very forward."
Beca squeezed the girls knee with slight pressure. Signaling her presence, but also affirming that she wasn't going anywhere. The two women were drool-inducing, dangerous and so powerful that they drew a certain act of submission from the usually strong-willed Chloe Beale.
"Only if you want me to be," Aubrey purred. It rumbled against her chest as the ginger let out a slight squeak in response. Her eyes widening at the choice that was given to her.
She hadn't lain with a demon since the woman who had pushed her into this lifestyle in the first place. Now here she was in a sealed off room with not one, but two, seductive vixen's.
It wasn't unheard of- usually, vampires accompanied the act of feeding with some sexual activity, but Chloe had never partaken in that herself. Not with like this. Not with the two of them creating such a strong effect on her. She quickly realized why Aubrey hadn't fed on her in the first place; just the act of watching Beca sink her teeth into the smooth skin was enough to make a hot edge radiate from her core.
Chloe flicked her gaze towards Beca's swarthy stare. It was wracked with lust. The danger that the woman possessed countered the regal edge that Aubrey carried heavily with her. Again, a deep surge of electricity rocked through the girl.
The second Chloe took action her brain was on fire, lips pressing hungrily against Aubrey's as she let out what could only be rattled off as a primal growl. One that shook her chest and made the blonde succumb to the sudden touch. Humans had never been this accepting before- this rough. Beca raising her brows as a sly smile moved past her own expression.
"Fuck," She evoked for the second time tonight as her cold touch moved closer to the inside of Chloe's thigh. Lust and desire in her mind as the redheads pulled swollen lips away from Aubrey- the vampire out of breath from even the slight fire filled touch.
She didn't' waste much time as she adjusted her position slightly, letting Aubrey press her hungry mouth back against hers- muffling any type of moan she was sure to emit. Beca leaned into the cushion, adhering her own lips to the pressure point that was sure to be at Chloe's throat.
"How attached are you to this shirt?" She mumbled as she peppered kisses down the woman's jaw. Aubrey leaning back slightly as she let the young woman draw another cool breath into her lungs.
"Not very," Chloe responded voice heavy with lust.
"Good." The brunette rumbled, moving quickly so she was straddling Chloe's midsection, the girl half edged on the couch as cold hands hastily grasping the tank-top at the collar. The fabric tore quickly, a rough snap moving through the room as Chloe arched her back, allowing the piece of material to be discarded completely. The shorter woman let her eyes wander over the girl who craved both her and her girlfriend's touch with complete admiration. She was beautiful, she is beautiful.
"I'm still covered," She said.
"Relax, little one" Aubrey chided "be patient, we've got all the time in the world."
"Some of us do," Chloe pointed out as lips moved back to hers, this time it was Beca- Beca who was hasty compared to the soft touch of her counterpart. It was hot and heavy, making her mouth burn as she tasted the edge of her own blood sweep close to her taste buds.
"Mm," Beca moaned through a laugh that tore at her vocal cords. She like the humor this one possessed. She didn't tip-toe around anything. She savagely spoke her mind and it made that very lust rise in the woman as she started to trail open-mouthed kisses down Chloe's toned mid-section.
Aubrey leaned heavily into Chloe, instructing the girl to lift from the back of the couch as she unhooked the deep pitch bra that still shielded her. Beca shifting midnight eyes up as the fabric fell away, exposing an equally as stunning chest. Aubrey pointing her eyebrows as she turned attention to Chloe's breasts.
She attached her lips, biting down softly on the sensitive area as the ginger let out a deep and sensual moan, moving her own hand up to her lips as she bit down on her palm, stifling the loud noise.
Beca smirked yet again as she easily unzipped Chloe's jeans, having moved down to the edge of the couch as her knees rested on either side of the woman's legs, the fabric hot an unnecessary as she snarled "Chlo, lift up."
The girl did as she was told quickly, allowing Beca to pull her pants and under ware away from her sex. The scent was sweet and intoxicating- Beca admiring the smooth stretch of skin before nipping slightly at the inside of the woman's thigh, dragging her nails over the girl's legs as red lines marked ivory skin.
"Do you want Beca to fuck you?" Aubrey hummed.
"Please," Chloe said as Aubrey's other hand palmed her breast, the woman's tongue once more pressing past her lips as she ran it over the roof of her mouth, mixing her metallic edge with a soft one.
"You heard the woman, Bec" Aubrey smiled into the kiss.
The brunette didn't waste much time as she traced the edge of Chloe's slit with her fingers. Sending shivers up the woman's spine. "God, you're so wet."
"Stop teasing her." Aubrey mumbled into the kiss "It's cruel."
Beca couldn't argue with that. It was cruel. She didn't give much warning as she plunged two fingers into Chloe's wetness, the girl bucking quickly against the touch as she inhaled with such sharpness it was sure to burn her throat. The gasp fading into a drawn-out groan of satisfaction as Beca quickly pulled in and out of Chloe. Aubrey continuing to work against the woman's breasts.
Beca had tasted Chloe, she had felt the warm sensation of the girl's blood drip past her lips and coat her throat- but she needed more- her tongue finding Chloe's bundle of nerves as she teased the woman more than she had before. The shorter girl inserted a third finger, feeling the ginger tighten so roughly against her touch as she stifled a moan against Aubrey's throat.
"Fucking hell" She mumbled, breath hot against sweat covered skin as Beca sat back on her heels, cocking an eyebrow as if looking for some type of praise. She didn't need any- the noises Chloe pushed past her lips was enough insurance that she had done her job well.
The girl was coming down from a high as Beca lifted herself back up on the white colored couch. Placing her hand on the now bare knee to her right. She squeezed it comfortingly again, Chloe's fingers entangled in the fabric of Aubrey's shirt as she dug her head into the blonde's neck, panting like a dog on a hot day.
"So you stop this?" Aubrey mumbled, voice low and sad, in a way. "No more."
"No more," Chloe agreed, not sure if it was the general senses that came to her, or the strange need to be touched after such a long time. But whatever Beca had just done was way more appealing than the deep feeling of dread that filled her after every session. Every feeding that took so much energy away from her. "I promise."
The silence of the moment was interrupted by a slight chuckle from Beca, one that made Aubrey's eyes snap up to her girlfriends with confusion and a bit of ignorance. "What?"
"You went out with a bang." Beca was full on laughing now, almost doubled over as she snorted against the chuckles that pushed past her lips. Chloe rolled her eyes as Aubrey grasped one of those awful white pillows, aiming right at Beca's face.
And Aubrey? Aubrey never misses.