Hello Dears!
A quick note: many of the stories in here do have plans for expansion, though my plate is so full with my current wips that it may be a while until they expand. If you are really vibing with one, let me know!
CRAWL
Prompt: Song to Story Contest: "Do I Wanna Know" by The Arctic Monkeys
Date: December 2021
Danger scents the night air, like a heavy perfume drifting in on a breeze. I can taste it, taste the ripeness of the night, the endless possibility.
Oh, how tantalizing.
My footsteps sync up with the city; small drum beats in a perfect chaotic symphony.
Tonight is the night, I can feel it.
I'm restless, eager for something, a change to bring me back to life.
Tonight, the pulse of the city promises so much, all I need to do is reach out and grab it.
A couple passes me on the street, and both of them turn to stare at me. I grin at them, drinking in the lust rolling off both of them, letting it fill my lungs for a moment. A small appetizer.
I hear them whisper to each other in a hushed stupor as I march on. Their interest is appreciated, but tonight, I need something more.
I feel it two more blocks up—the change in the wind I was waiting for. There is a large crowd rushing out of the subway, and I freeze, the sweetest honey scent clouding my mind. I suck in a deep breath, my eyes fluttering shut as I'm assaulted by memories. Flesh... blood... pleasure... oh god so much pleasure... then pain. Such pain.
My eyes open and I'm not surprised when they land on her. A city of people and our gazes are locked on each other.
As soon as I see her, I realize she's been waiting for me. If my heart could beat, it would be racing out of my body.
She tilts her head, her long chocolate hair slipping down her back as her lips curl in a smile. That smile.
Ten years and that smile is exactly the same. It nearly brings me to my knees.
Her eyes shift, landing on a woman passing her, and when she looks back at me, I understand. She turns, following the woman down the street, and I follow, stalking the stalker.
We walk for three whole blocks before the woman ahead of us makes the wrong move, turning down a low-lit street.
I move at my full speed, and I'm in time to see her pinning the woman to an alley wall, her tight body holding up her prey without effort.
She looks down the alley, her feline eyes catching mine before she turns, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of the woman.
She's fucking magnificent.
I've missed this, missed watching her in her glory. I'd have crawled across the world for her if I thought that would be enough to let me come back to her.
The scent of blood in the air arouses me in more ways than one, and I have to stop myself from stepping toward her. I let her finish, dropping the dead woman to the floor as she turns to me.
"Did you find someone else?"
I snort. "I was too busy being yours."
Her grin is wicked. She knows she owns me.
"You have color in your cheeks," I tell her, admiring the flush from fresh blood that sweeps over her perfect skin.
"I'm warm," she whispers, her fingers running over her body. God, how I've missed that body.
"I remember how warm you get," I whisper. She hums, her fingers still trailing over herself.
"Do you miss it?" She asks, cocking her head.
I let out a growl. "More than you know." I was never in denial about us. I've always been hers.
The only thing stopping me from going to her now, tearing the clothes from her perfect body, is that I don't know if this feeling flows both ways.
"I want to come home," I tell her, the place where my heart should be aching from being so close to her.
She doesn't answer. "Don't you want to know what I've been up to?" she asks.
I grunt. "Do I wanna know?"
She's in front of me in less than a breath, and I can smell the blood on her. I'm drunk off the scent. "Tell me how much you still want me," she whispers.
"Words don't do it justice," I tell her. "Do I still have a home?"
Her lips are so close to mine, it takes more willpower than I've ever exercised to not kiss her. I want to taste the blood on her lips, want to feel her body against mine.
"I dreamt about you," she whispers, leaning toward me until her lips brush mine as she speaks, feather-light touches that set my body on fire. "Every night, you were in my dreams, in my bed, making me moan," she moans. My fingers curl into balls, so tight I fear I'll break my own flesh.
"I dreamt I saw you, crawling back to me."
"I would," I growl. "Always.
She hums. "I like you on your knees."
She is wicked sin incarnate. "Is your heart still open?"
I need to know. Before I give in and kiss her, before I go down this path, I need to know.
Her liquid eyes meet mine as she pulls back a little bit.
"I was too busy being yours, too."
It's all I need. My body slams into hers, and we fly back, cracking a brick wall with the ferocity of our passion. Her tongue laps at mine as I taste the blood on her breath. The flavors of it all explode in me, and I'm lost.
I don't care what the hell she did the last ten years, I don't care that she didn't want me there for it. I'm back now, and she has me for eternity.
