MARS

vampire!bruce loves you. 

he does. really, he does. 

the first time he sees you — through your window from where he had been perched on the roof across from your building — he's stunned. you're just there, curled up on the couch in your living room with a friend. laughing. head thrown back, lips stretched around your teeth. the joy on your face strikes him directly in the chest, slicing through his impenetrable skin and sinking into his heart. 

his cold heart. his dead heart. 

he swears it begins to beat again at the sight of you. 

and your scent. 

he's able to pinpoint it easily amongst the barrage of smells that constantly infiltrate his senses. but yours, yours is special. your scent is warm with a hint of spice, and all you. 

and!! from that point on, he's captivated by you. he follows you, hidden in the dark corners and rooftops. he perches in the same spot to watch you through your window, the roof directly across from your building becoming a second home to him. he's keeping you safe! 

he needs you safe. 

he's memorized the sound of your breathing, the precise measurements of your lungs expanding in your chest, how your ribs accommodate them in their cavity. 

especially your heart. yeah. your heart. 

the sound of blood rushing through it is his favourite. he can practically taste it. right from the aorta. his buds bloom at the thought, salivia pooling in his mouth. 

everything that is human about you, he has memorized. 

and it's even better up close. 

you should get better locks on your windows. but that won't stop him. 

he tells himself that it's to make sure you're okay. that you're still there. that you're still breathing. and you are! he can feel it from where he stands in the dark corner of your bedroom. just beside your head. so close that your scent is even more intoxicating. so close that he can see the twitch of your lips as you sleep. 

he reminds himself that it is only to make sure youre okay. but he would know if you weren't. he would know if something was wrong even if he was on the other side of the city. he would know even if he was in another country. 

because he can pinpoint the notes of your pumping heart amongst the rest. because his ear will always find you. you are a radio, and he's tuned into you.

and he finally, finally after months, speaks to you for the first time after he fights off a man attempting to rob you. 

with his arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady as your body recovers from the shock of the man's attack. bruce's gaze reminds fixed on you, pleased at the trusting gaze in your eyes. 

it's all for him. 

he loves you. he's obsessed with you. he loves you, he knows one day you'll realize. but that day won't be today.

he leans in just a bit closer, fingers sliding up between your shoulder blades, 

"it's okay now, angel, you're safe with me," 

an: bringing forth a snippet of vampire!bruce into to the SVU (scissorhvnds vampire universe). this is for insignia btw

the air in your shared room is still warm and thick as you both come down. jason collapses to your side, his sweat slicked chest rising and falling with each heavy breath and you can almost feel yours becoming short again.

there's a pretty smile spread on his lips and a soft dusting of rouge on the apples of his cheeks and the tip of his nose when he turns to look at you, dark curls framing his his face. "hi you"

a smile, toothy and sweet, mirroring his own breaks out on your lips, "hi jason" he looks to be glowing, soft around the edges and your heart can't help but fill with fondness.

gentle heat radiates from your flushed skin while exhaustion pulls at your eyelids making them feel too heavy to hold open. he turns to lay on his side, one hand tucked under his head as the other traces along your arm in a feather light touch. it's quite for some time. both of you content in laying together in comfortable silence when a question forms in the back of your mind and travels down to sit on the edge of your tongue, itching to be asked —

"what's your favourite part of my body?"

jason raises an eyebrow, an expression between a deadpan and genuine confusion on his face (or perhaps it was concern that he failed to make you feel just how dear to him all of you was just a few comments earlier.) kissed bitten lips part to answer your question with an answer but you quickly cut him off with a short playful roll of your eyes.

"i know you like my body jason. clearly" taking a moment to gesture to the blooming hickies and faint bite marks that adorn you, "that wasn't the question"

it takes a second for jason to respond, the question (and reassurance of your satisfaction) settling. jason was quick and witty and often sharp tongued with others, but with you he always took a moment. as if to savour each word you offer him, and to allow himself a chance at stringing together an adequate response.

shifting his body, jason positions himself on the arm that had been tucked beneath his head leaning his weight on it while the other takes your left hand, pressing a kiss to your palm before sliding his fingers along it to interlock with yours. "i like your hands." he says it simply, eyes locked on onto your heavy lidded ones and almost immediately you feel much more awake.

he descends, pressing another kiss that lingers a little longer to your hips and making his way up wards. "i like your hips. i like this soft part of your tummy." his lips brushing the plump skin below your navel. warm kisses climb higher up your body, and he presses a kiss below your chest where the soft flesh meets your ribs. "i like you here," you can feel a smile forming, mischievous. his tongue peeks out, licking a short stripe before continuing, "especially after a long day before you get to shower and you smell fucking delici-"

your free hand threads through soft curls in attempt to tug him away. "jason stop. ew" there is no urgency in your voice. he take your other wrist in the same hand, shadow of his grin lingering in his lips as he's pressing a kiss to your pulse point, "i like your wrists too"

butterflies erupt in your stomach, your drowsiness long forgotten. "okay! thank you jason that's- thats enough" you hope your face doesn't look as hot as it feels.