A/N: This is much later in the story, when the tension between Bastian and Garnet finally break! This is a really key scene in the novel and I'd love to get your feedback on it!
Note: Garnet has visions of people dying violently or through supernatural means.
WARNING! THIS CONTAINS VERY MATURE CONTENT! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
I woke sluggish, struggling to shake off the blissful haze that fogged my mind. As the covers slipped from my body the cool air against my clammy skin brought me crashing to reality so fast the room spun.
Gasping for breath I stood, staggered to my door and grasped the polished wood, willing the room to stop tilting. I rushed down the hall, as fast as my shaking legs would carry me, fighting the nausea from the vision. The lights were off, the whole flat enveloped in darkness.
Please let him be home, I thought desperately.
The feel of flesh upon hot flesh, vivid green eyes, flashed through my mind. I shook my head, pushing the vision away. I rounded the corner and there Bastian stood, shrugging on his favourite leather jacket, keys in hand. His whole frame was tense and agitation etched across his face, his high cheekbones sharp in the dim light.
"Bas," I whispered, relief heavy in my voice.
He didn't even look at me as he spoke, "I'm going out, don't wait up."
Panic swelled inside me, freezing my throat until all I could squeeze out was a sharp, "No!"
When his stride didn't so much as faultier I frantically grabbed his arm. Finally he stopped and looked at me. He took in my sweaty, pale skin, hair in disarray, my eyes wide, desperately searching his. His lips pressed together in a thin white line.
"What did you see?" His voice was gruff.
I swallowed hard, still clinging to his arm, "You can't feed tonight."
With a sigh he shook me off, "I need to, I'm low. Nothing's going to happen to me, go back to bed."
"Bastian." His face paled at my imploring tone, "You'll kill her."
He struggled to say anything for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbed erratically as he swallowed again and again. He ran a hand through his thick hair, "I'll…I'll be careful, I promise."
I tried to slow my galloping heart so I could think past the pounding in my ears. I placed both my hands on either side of his face, eyes boring into his bright, almost feverish, ones.
"It doesn't matter how careful you are, the first woman you find, you'll kill," my hands shook and I could barely hold back the tears that welled in my eyes, "I won't let you become that kind of man, I won't lose you."
His lips trembled, "Maybe…"
"I've never been wrong, Bas. In this, I have never been wrong."
Within a painful sigh he hung his head, defeated. My hands slipped from his face to grip his worn jacket.
When he spoke, it was so quiet I barely heard him, "I'm so hungry Garnet."
"Oh Bas," my heart constricted painfully at his vulnerable tone.
He looked up, his eyes glimmering with unshed tears, "I need to feed, I can't – I need to. It's this burning ache in my gut. Everything hurts, I can't see straight."
My jaw ached with the phantom agony of hunger, the excruciating symptoms that drove many to bloodlust. Those very pains that would drive Bastian to kill with his next feed.
An idea suddenly sparked to life.
"Me. Feed from me."
Bastian was shaking his head before I even finished. I grabbed his face again, forcing him to look at me.
"You won't kill me. I'm strong enough to stop you if you lose control. Look, it's no different to you offering me blood when I become weak, is it?"
He bit his lip, frowning, "Garnet, I can't –"
"It's the sensible option. It's the only option."
He grasped my hands, unconsciously stroking his thumb across the back of my hands, as he thought. Hunger burned bright in his emerald eyes, glowing like a building furnace, pulsing in the dark. I saw the moment the hunger won out.
The pressure on my hands changed, his hold slipped to my wrists, powerful, controlled. My pulse skipped and stumbled, and thumped so loudly in my chest I was sure he could hear it.
I stepped back as he advanced, watching me like a cat does a mouse. For the first time in my life I was prey.
The lingering fear of my vision warped into an almost eager anticipation. I wet my lips and his gaze was captured by the movement, until it slipped down to my heaving chest. He stalked me silently, patiently watching, for the smallest opening, so he could strike. But I was an old hand at this game too, I knew the tricks, I knew the chase.
I played the part, allowing my body to become softer, more supple. I didn't dart away as my back hit the kitchen counter.
Gripping the edge of it I allowed a gasp to escape my lips. A growl rumbled through his chest and I couldn't stop the responding heat that built between my legs, my fangs slowly dropping to pucker against my lips.
He stood a bare inch from me, his fingers rose to stroke my parted lips, glancing over my sensitive fangs. Liquid heat raced through my body, my skin felt tight, tender to his every touch.
His long fingers danced down my neck onto my chest, barely covered by my thin tank top. Through the light fabric he grazed my hard nipple, and the breath that escaped me this time was wholly unintentional. I arched into his touch, quivering under his steady hand.
My eyes fluttered closed and I forgot to play the game. Instead I let him pursue me, let him place that hungry gaze upon my body like I'd only dared to dream about.
Suddenly his lips were upon mine, demanding, eager. My lips parted in open invitation and his tongue stroked mine in a way that left me with thoughts of his tongue stroking other, hotter places.
The throbbing between my legs grew evermore insistent and I struggled to find a position to ease it. I moaned into our furious kiss. His lips slid from mine as I gasped for air, feverishly dancing down my jaw to my neck. The kiss seared my skin, and the almost painful pleasure of his lips on my jugular threatened to send my spinning into an orgasm before we even began.
As the stars behind my eyes faded his hand dipped low and under my top, then eased back up again to cup my breast possessively. The animal in me roared in delight, while the woman crooned for more. His other hand reached down and effortlessly lifted me onto the counter. My legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, my eyes flaring open as I pressed again his clear arousal.
I became lost in the hypnotic glow of his eyes, with their piercing green. As my head swam in a blissful haze I barely felt his hands caressing my body. All I could see was that distinct shade of green, the deepest forest illuminated by the radiant sun.
It was the sharp piercing pleasure of Bastian pinching my tender nipples that brought me gasping back to reality. I fought the urge to be taken under by his power again, but his look was clear, even as our minds connected, our essences knitting together in the pleasure of the feed.
Here, with me,his rich voice filled my mind, demanding my attention, my presence in the moment.
I held his heavy gaze, lips parted as he slowly, patiently learned my body. Stop trying to sedate me then.
His grin was startlingly beautiful, and the lulling pull of his enticing power ceased. My limbs tingled, no longer heavy and numb, and I could finally raise my hands to bury them in his thick hair. I pulled him to me in a hungry kiss, no longer sure which of us was starving. He matched my strength, like no other had before.
I moaned shamelessly as he rocked his hips against mine, my panties damp with my blatant desire. His hands slid down my sides to my hips. One moved to rest against my lower back in a hold that sent delightful shivers up my spine, while the other teased with the waistband of the loose shorts I'd worn to bed.
He slid one finger along the edge of my panties, close enough to thrill but not to ease my burning need. I growled at him and rocked restlessly, my body begging for more. His wicked grin made my fangs drop another painful quarter inch, his eyes sparkled with satisfaction as he watched. My body fell to lie on the counter, and I gazed up at him through my lashes, giving him a sensual invitation.
His eyes burned my skin as he studied me laid out before him, taking in my pebbled nipples, my quick breath, my wet lips and bleeding fangs. He leaned forward, his eyes green orbs in the night. Then he placed his hot lips upon my breast, sucking the nipple through the fabric. The friction caused me to cry out, and my nails bit into his scalp as showed my body a sensual study it had never had.
A hand gripped my thigh, caressing the soft skin inches away from my core. I whimpered as he teased, then in one quick motion he was inside my panties, cupping my aching mound. His finger stroked my slick pussy, grazing the bundle of nerves that crowned it. My hips buckled and his chuckle vibrated through my nipple, teased to near painful arousal.
Bas.
The mental cry escaped me, and his responding wave of hungry power had me shivering on the countertop. I hadn't even realised my eyes had closed under his ministrations until he spoke.
Open you eyes Garnet. Look at me.
His velvet voice offered my mind the same stimulating pleasure he gave my body. The sensation of it was like wildfire, fast to consume me, but left in it's wake a cool strength, and an aching need for more than just his touch. My mind delved into his in uninhibited longing. I offered my own mind in return, and our whole beings aligned as our minds sparked with unbridled passion.
His fingers entered me without hesitation, stroking my burning centre, reaching places I'd never had touched before. He held my gaze, staring down at me, raw desire alight in his eyes. I crooned encouragingly, and arched off the counter. His other hand captured my back, taking my weight, as I rocked my hips hungrily against his hand.
He sped up, and I tightened around his fingers as he hit a spot that caused lightning to shoot up my spine.
My orgasm drew closer and my body grew heavy. My fingers stilled in his hair and my legs failed to grip his hips. He took my weight in his hand as my head fell back and I gasped for air, a moan spilling from my lips with every thrust.
His beautiful green eyes filled my vision. My heart beat far to fast, but yet the pounding in my ears grew loud and slow. My eyes felt heavy, and I struggled to keep them open.
With each thrust his thumb brushed my clit, and the waves of pleasure were pure agony. The lines between the two blurred and he plunged into my molten core, spearing me with his fingers.
My spine snapped back as the orgasm burned me from the inside out. Bastian's name ripped from my lips. The entire fabric of my being shattered, my mind bursting into glorious green starlight. I forgot how to breathe. I forgot my name. I forget everything.
Then, slowly, my vision returned, to reveal Bastian's face above my own, sated. A small smile tugged at his lips, which I returned in full force. Or at least I tried too, but my body lay limp and weak under him. His fingers lazily stroked me, before pulling out. I cried out from the lose of him, both from my body and my mind, feeling hollow and cold, until he lifted my small frame up against his own, caressing my hair as I tried to catch my breath.
I couldn't find the energy to think straight, laying my head dumbly upon his chest. I'd never cum so hard I'd be left mute. All the while Bastian glowed, and he found no strain in lifting me from the counter and carrying me to my bed.
As he lifted the sheet over me I stared at him, entranced by the swirl of life that radiated from him. And then it hit me. It wasn't just a post sex glow. It was my glow. My life force, my energy. Deep pleasure shivered through me as I realised I had marked him in such an inherently primitive way. It was temporary, and I knew that for him it meant nothing, but for now he was mine. It was I whom he carried with him, who gave him life, substance. Despite the unrequited emotions, it was enough to satisfy me, for now.
He sat beside me for a moment, watching me with hooded eyes. Cautious. Waiting. Perhaps he worried he had taken too much. I managed a small reassuring smile, and my heart fluttered when he raised a hand to gently stroke my cheek, his eyes softening slightly.
Then, as quickly as the tender moment came, it passed, and he stood. I ignored the ache in my chest as I watched him go, leaving me without a backwards glance.
The glow of his aura, kissed with my own, remained as darkness approached.
And for the first time in years I fell into a dreamless sleep, blissfully happy.
A/N: Someone asked about my degree. I'm in my final year of my BA Creative Writing degree in the UK. I'm loving it and highly recommend doing it!
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