Breathe, Desperately
By SMYGO4EVA
It had been a long day, and they just wanted to forget.
Dominique knew that, and Jeanne was well aware of that as well. They knew what was like to have eyes clouded with contempt and condemnation in their direction.
Earlier that day, her dear siblings, Antoine and Veronica, spat bile and venom to Dominique's face, and no matter how much she hated it, she could still hear every word.
"Do you ever honestlyshut upabout Noé?! You've become infatuated with him, and you don't even know that he doesn't love you in that way. It's pathetic!"
"Your whore of a brother got exactly what he deserved!"
Dominique had thought she was used to their harsh words, even after her dear brother Louis' death. She thought she was used to being alone. Even after Noé began his partnership with that miserable cur Vanitas to help all vampires, she was used to it.
She knew she was sadly mistaken.
Much earlier that dreadful day, Jeanne was no stranger to whispers and murmurs, with each and every noble's tone disgusted and directed. She was the Hellfire Witch, a Bourreau, a killing machine, and to everyone else, she was ornamental.
"The Hellfire Witch, that tramp? She's nothing but a toy to that human, just a shameless whore." "Oh look, it's that little bloodslut." "She's just Ruthven's killing doll, and that wretched boy's nanny, no mind of her own. It's just pathetic."
Their words cut deep. She tried to pay them no heed; she had grown used to it, their dirty looks, their biting words, and she was always met with an eyeroll. She grit her teeth just thinking about it.
Night had fallen, and it was all the better for it.
At their hotel room, they were in each other's arms, in their nightdresses, breathing each other in.
By candlelight, Jeanne lay down on the plush bed, and Dominique was on top of her, straddling one of her thighs. Her face tinted pink, a smile on her face, and she was ready to feel and give pleasure.
Jeanne swallowed, but she nodded, smiling back.
Dominique only leaned in and pressed her lips onto Jeanne's, just as she began to move herself on the Borreau's thigh, wet and eager for more. Jeanne kissed Dominique back with equal fervor, moaning into the noble's mouth as she felt two deft fingers gently slip insider her.
They would forget, as tonight was theirs, as they both let the pleasure swallow them whole.
They would lie in each other's arms, sated and content, as the bed sheets would soak up their excitement, and their tears by morning.