Vampire Contemplation
Vampire Hozier X Reader
Warnings: mention of feeding, the mention of sex, kisses, cursing.
Mostly fluff.
It had been awhile since he last seen sun, since he last roamed the earth as one with instead of one against, since he last breathed the same air that you could as well, knowing that every breath he took was closer to an end, rather than he was on the edge of each and every breath. He knows that his entire existence of being one defines the laws against physics and that he does not deserve the idea of living or living with one another, but in these moments, in the quiet nights, in these soft spoken words, you were his. And that's all he could ever appreciate. Knowing that he won't corrupt you knowing that you were safe, knowing that despite the differences between you and him, you couldn't be touched, or so he thought. His head laid on your lap, despite never being able to see or feel the sun again, he does remember how light it was and how it made him feel so utterly amazing, but now you were his sun, and that was okay, your hands gently tussled through his autumn curls, a hum of contentment escaped his ever so grateful lips. His eyes fluttered closed, enjoying this moment. Finally, you spoke, "My love?" Your voice brought his attention back to you. "Mo chroรญ.." He called out in response. You smiled, your lips curling around your teeth before asking, "Are you hungry, baby?" In response, he shook his head no, finally peering up at you through his eyelashes. "Mo chroรญ.." This time, he was calling for you, you giggled softly, your smile now splitting your cheeks. "Yes?" He allowed the silence to fill the space, before finally responding. "I need you.." He murmured, sitting up slightly, turning over to push you back onto the mattress. His lips pressing against yours in a soft lingering kiss. The kind that makes a shiver run down your spine, before gently nibbling at your bottom lip with the tip of his fangs. "Mo chroรญ, Tรก an-tรณir orm ort, lig dom tรบ a bheith agam?" He inquires, you gently pull him into you. "Darling, you know I don't speak Gaelic." He chuckled softly, the air curling around you, his eyes meet yours, the gold in his flickering over the brown orbs. Before he gently presses another kiss to your jawline. "It's okay.. " he murmurs in a soft Irish tilt, finally getting off you, pulling you over him into a cuddle. "What's okay?" You ask, as his hands wrap around your waist. "Don't worry about it Mo chroรญ." he states, a hint of playfulness gracing his Irish tilt. He pulls you over him once more before turning slightly so you both were on your side. "Sleep, Mo chroรญ, I'll be here in the morning."
He promises placing a kiss on your head. And he always will be for as long as he lives.
