life feeds death

Tol: is that my shirt

for @notinsanejustbroken bc i promised you a drabble a while back & i love them & we talked about periods blah

Ceri had told him to go to sleep, that it was going to be dawn soon, but he couldn’t help but stare at her. Her soft lips curled into their blanket, her hair in a loose little bun against the pillow. His gaze trailed downward and he chuckled at how his sweatpants hung off her hips, ridiculously rolled up to meet her ankles. 

Eric closed his eyes a moment and listened to her heartbeat. It was calm once more, and the vampire was glad his lover was getting some well deserved rest. He could tell his nocturnal lifestyle could be a great challenge to his little faerie’s body, and well, her period didn’t help any. She was exhausted.

Eric didn’t normally stay with a single human woman long enough- or care enough really about one before to worry for them on their periods. Menstruation was more of a passing fascination to his vampire self than something to think on greatly. He knew he enjoyed the smell of his companions during this time, knew the stress and pain that occurred, and the frustration- which often times was taken out on him. Not that he didn’t deserve it. 

But for once, Eric cared. Every wince or moan of Ceri’s made his dead heart hurt, and he wanted her to be comfortable. He did what he could- found the biggest, fluffiest pillows, bought magazines and sappy romance films, the darkest chocolates, everything the internet articles had told him to do. He even ordered a massage chair and a heating pad online, although they had yet to arrive. She even coached him, if begrudgingly so, on the phone on which size tampons to purchase. It turns out it was based on a system of grams of blood lost- he would have to ask Ceri how she measured such a thing later. 

He pulled himself out of the past and buried his face in Ceri’s sleeping neck, sighing as he took in her scent. He knew this was a trying time for her, but he would be damned if he didn’t not admit she smelled even more enticing than usual. It made sense, of course. Blood mixed with sex organs were really his two main interests, and menstrual blood had a sweeter scent than regular blood. Perhaps because it is the only intentional shedding of blood, the only loss that was natural and planned- but he had always enjoyed it. 

He had read in magazine articles that sexual stimulation could be of help in relieving cramps- not that he needed Cosmopolitan to tell him that- and he tried to list off all of these reasons to Ceri only about an hour prior when she whined in pain. He realized about halfway through the seventh reason ‘he should perform oral sex on her’ that he wasn’t reaching through. He persisted a little longer, but after one long, dead stare of a woman in distress, he dropped the subject. She knew her body best, after all. 

After being pushed in the chest several times for his “stupid, sex-driven brain”, his lover had curled against him and Eric could almost have purred he was so happy. And now they lay here, and Eric was fighting every urge to fall asleep because he couldn’t bring himself to stop staring at her. His Ceri. His beautiful, hot-tempered, opinionated, manipulative, forgiving, loving, intelligent Ceri.