Starless
By SMYGO4EVA
Jeanne felt as if she had lain down for an eternity, her underdress almost too warm for her. The four-poster bed in the hotel room was comfortable enough, but her head was just swimming.
Her eyes were blurring, her mouth dry, she could just taste the blood she needed, but he, Vanitas, was too far away.
She was too far away.
"No one will find you." A soft, lilting voice spoke out amidst the buzzing silence.
That voice!
That voice, she knew!
Jeanne startled, her heartbeat pounding in her chest, and she sat up on the bed, nearly swallowing her tongue. Her eyes widened, her fists curled into the blanket, and once her vision focused on the one in front of her, she let out a calming sigh.
Dominique blinked, concerned in her features. "Are you alright, Jeanne? You look like you saw a ghost." She asked as she walked towards Jeanne, stopping short of the bed, and sat beside her.
Jeanne swore they both could hear her heartbeat, which thankfully was slowing down. She cleared her throat, and rubbed her eyes.
"I-I'm fine, Dominique, it's just that-I need some sustenance, some blood, is all." She replied, clasping her head, her face turning red.
Dominique was silent for a moment, and then she remembered. "Oh, that's right! You do need blood, you're starting to look a bit pale, mon cher." She shifted herself closer to Jeanne, and gently wrapped her arms around the Borreau.
Jeanne let out a few deep sighs, trying not to pass out, and her eyes wandered to meet the noblewoman's form. The ivory-white nightgown she wore left no curve to the imagination, her scent was of hyacinth, jasmine, and amber; she swallowed; she wanted to move closer, to touch her, and to never let go.
Dominique awaited Jeanne for an answer, but she could not help tucking her warm face into the crook of the other woman's neck. She smelled so sweet, of chamomile, clary sage, and ripe peaches. She wanted to hold her close, brush her lips against her neck, and to hide her from that uncouth cur Vanitas.
"You're right," Jeanne said honestly, turning her head to face Dominique. "I do need blood, but I shouldn't, not from you."
"Oh but you must," Dominque retorted, grasping one of the Borreau's hands and placing one of her chest, right on her collarbone, just inches from her neck. "It's only fair to help; you saved my life, after all."
Jeanne felt her face grow hot and she let out a reedy breath "A-Alright, if I must," she replied, moving herself closer to the noblewoman, the thirst growing stronger.
Dominique nodded, and twined her fingers with Jeanne's, as the Borreau pressed her mouth onto her bare neck, gently and soothingly. Jeanne moved to straddle the noblewoman on the bed, an arousal blooming between her legs, and she parted her lips, fangs baring themselves.
Jeanne sunk her fangs into the noblewoman's neck, and Dominique let out a gasp, sharp and pleasured. The Borreau continued to draw blood, such delicious nectar from the other woman, such sweet goodness, it filled her, even more so from another vampire. Though it was in sheer impulse, she began to move herself, rubbing herself between Dominique's legs.
Dominique shut her eyes, letting out ragged gasps and whimpers, her other hand gliding up Jeanne's back. She felt the unmistakable heat, throbbing pleasure leaking from between her thighs. She moved herself against Jeanne, encouraging her, in perfect sync, fabric becoming oh so damp. Jeanne muffled her moans on Dominique's neck, such ecstasy beginning to crest between them.
Within minutes, no, within moments, the twisting heat inside them both as they moved, and soon a shuddering delight left Dominique reeling, gasping out loud, her hands clutching onto Jeanne.
Such delicious agony engulfed Jeanne, her body rigid, and the taste of sweet blood still upon her tongue. Her fingers twined with the noblewoman's, she gently pulled her fangs out of Dominique's neck, and she rested her face on the other woman's shoulder.
Dominique smiled, catching her breath as well, and Jeanne smiled back at her, even as her mouth was red with blood.
"Thank you, Dominique, I'm feeling much better now." Jeanne spoke, after what had felt like a long silence.
Dominique nodded. "You're more than welcome, ma cher." She responded softly, her hand still twined with Jeanne's.
The only sounds left in the hotel room were the sounds of their restful breathing, deep in relaxing sleep.