show me your teeth

Wake up, querida...

Wake up, querida...

Wake up, querida...

Wake up, querida...

Wake up, querida...

warm me up and take it slow

Keagan watched as Shane drew her hand up between them, curious and sleepy. She felt cool fingers against her own, felt the ring she’d worn constantly around her middle finger since receiving it slide off, then on again around her ring finger. It settled there, fitting smoothly over her middle knuckle before settling in the space an engagement ring was meant to go. It had her sighing shakily again, tears dampening green eyes as she pressed a kiss to Shane’s temple. “I love you, Shane. So much.” As the vampire had, she tugged Shane’s hand up into her line of vision, removing her ring before resettling it on the proper finger. The Celtic design, a symbol of forever, promised more than the ring’s maker realized between them. A literal forever, an eternity, a never-ending life together that she knew already would never get boring. She brought Shane’s hand up again, pressed a kiss to the center of her palm before locking their fingers together. Their joined hands came to a rest between her breasts so her heart beat beneath them, their hands trapped between their bodies as she smiled, eyes closing sleepily. “Hold onto me for a bit?” she requested quietly, though she knew she didn’t need to ask. Shane would always hold her.

"I love you, Keagan," she returned the sentiment, watching with glistening brown eyes as the redhead took her hand and offered the same gesture she had. The ring she cherished with every inch of her still heart was moved to her third finger, settled delicately below the knuckle. A symbol for their eternal devotion to one another. A physical representation of the forever they would share, side by side. She watched with such love and affection in her eyes as Keagan kissed her palm, before their fingers slid together and she held tightly to her lover's hand. Every beat of her ghoul's heart was felt, not only with her hand, but by her own frozen heart. Shane released a trembling breath, lips parted, the corners moist from catching her fallen tears. "I'll hold onto you forever," she whispered back, repositioning herself so she lay beside her ghoul and pulled her gently into her arms.

warm me up and take it slow

Bright eyes, happy and amazed, stared back up at Shane as the other woman pulled her head back to speak. And the words she said only added to the love in Keagan’s heart, expanding it to the point she felt like she was going to just explode with all the love she had inside of her for her vampire. Her fiancee. “If it takes a thousand years,” she replied, her hands reaching to frame Shane’s face, the pads of her thumbs tracing her cheeks, “We’ll do it.” Her head lifted up, lips capturing Shane’s again. “But it best not take that long,” she added playfully against her mouth. “I don’t do the whole ‘patience’ thing. I gotta make an honest woman out of you, missy.” Her fingers slipped up and into Shane’s hair, tangled in it to hold her close as she nuzzled their noses together. “My Isabela…” Keagan sighed it, her voice barely a whisper before she dropped kisses along the curve of Shane’s neck to her shoulder before settling in, burrowing against her as the exhaustion gradually crept into her again. “Remind me when we get up,” she added, “So I don’t think it’s a dream…”

God, she hoped it wouldn't take a thousand years for them to bring an end to whatever horror had started in their lives. She hoped it wouldn't take a thousand years to make it down the isle. Then that thought had Shane pausing, looking ahead into their future, to their imminent wedding, wondering what it would look like and who would be there. Not too many guests. Just a few, if any. More than anyone, Shane would want her sire there. Though he'd been the reason for so much pain in their lives at one point, the Latina loved him endlessly and knew that he cared deeply for her ghoul. Perhaps he could be the one to give Keagan away at the wedding -- another thought that had Shane stopping to grin because she'd automatically assigned herself the role of the groom. She wanted to see her beautiful redhead walking down the isle towards her, not the other way around. Shane had waited centuries for this, had spent so long searching, without even knowing. She would be the one to wait, and watch as Keagan came to her. It would be perfect... "You already have," she murmured affectionately, a bright smile crinkling her eyes as their noses touched so sweetly. "I'll remind you every day, mi amor," she whispered, her body settling a little heavier over Keagan's as she found the girl's warm hand, brought it up where she could see it. No words were spoken as she took the red-stoned ring from the ghoul's middle finger, slipping it easily onto the third instead. Shane had said once that it wasn't an engagement ring, but now it could be. Now it was.

warm me up and take it slow

The shocked expression on her face gave way to more tears and then a bubbling laughter as she wrapped around Shane and leaned up to catch her lips shakily with her own. “Me too,” she choked out. Like Shane, she hadn’t ever considered it before, but for the one time when she’d given her ring to Shane and clarified it wasn’t an engagement ring and the time Shane had given her a ring and said the same thing. Marriage had never been something she’d thought of for herself, not something she’d considered as a life goal. But that… That had always been because she’d never thought she would fall in love with someone. Not until Shane. Not until her Isabela. She kissed her again, wound around her lover as the tears fell faster and her smile spread, wet and shocked and happy. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you…”

Shane could see and feel that this was no small matter to her ghoul, but that wasn't surprising. It was as big of a deal to her as it would be to anyone else, even if she was a vampire who'd been alive for over two centuries. Maybe it was so important not despite all of that, but because of it. Because she'd walked this earth for so many decades alone, without true companionship. Maybe that was why the thought of marrying this beautiful girl beneath her brought on such powerful emotions... For once in her life, she wanted someone else to be the center of her universe. And when the yes came, a waterfall of happy tears poured from brown eyes, her smile wide and a soft, sweet laugh bubbling up her throat. "Keagan," she breathed happily as their mouths molded to one another, a kiss so passionate that no others could stand to it. They were getting married. They would be wives. "My beautiful Keagan. Mi fuega. Mi novia... My fiancee," she whispered slowly against warm lips, her tears dripping to pale cheeks to mix with Keagan's. "Ireland," she added suddenly, lifting her head enough to find bright emerald eyes, a soft, loving smile on her face. "When all this is over and done with, when I know we're safe... we'll go to Ireland... and get married..."

warm me up and take it slow

Where had this come from? Keagan stared at her lover, reveling in the feel of soft fingers over her cheek even as her heart raced in her chest. Marriage was a big step, an important step. It was a major commitment with a ceremony and legal documents. And maybe it was a bit silly to be so flustered over the idea when she was already bound to Shane for the rest of their lives, but this was different because this wasn’t just a vampire thing. This was a human thing, something that others could acknowledge, something people could see and know with just a glance at their hands and names. It was the ultimate commitment in her mind because it had been the commitment she was raised to consider the most important. “You really do want to?” she breathed shakily. The drumming in her chest, she realized, didn’t feel scared. It felt amazing. Perfect.

The vampire could hear how rapidly her lover's heart was beating, and for the briefest moment, Shane didn't know which way Keagan would lean. But when the question came, she smiled softly, nodding her head slowly as she leaned forward and touched her lips to the redhead's. "I really do," she whispered, every word a breath that washed over her ghoul's mouth, their kiss. God, she wanted it more than anything now that the idea had made it into her brain. Why hadn't she thought of this sooner? Even if none of their friends or family could be there, it would still mean so much. It would be something official, something written on paper. A verbal promise that bound them to one another. Til death did they part. "I want you to be my wife, Keagan," she spoke so quietly, but with obvious excitement in her husky voice. "I want to be yours. I want you to have my name, and I want to have yours, too," she explained already thinking about it. Shane and Keagan O'Hara-Alvarez. It didn't sound too bad. It sounded kind of awesome, actually, and the vampire smiled, kissing her lover again. "I want to share everything with you..."

warm me up and take it slow

She went up again as Shane’s hips came forward and pressed her fingers deeper, sending tan digits further even as Keagan’s own body pressed forward to meet them. The sob tore through her chest before she could stop it, but she knew that Shane would feel through their bond that it came from a positive place, a place where the vampire’s love overwhelmed her, wrapped around her, showered her with all the affection any one person could handle. And when she came again, she clung to the other woman, burrowed into her as the orgasm washed over her in waves. She trembled even as Shane did, though her arms remained around her to keep her close and offer comfort. So rarely did she see Shane like this; full, overwhelmed, exhausted to the point of trembling. And on those rare occasions, she always held her, fingers stroking over her spine as they did now. When the vampire lifted her head and looked down at her, Keagan smiled despite her tears and continued her gentle movements as she stared sleepily back into dark eyes. “Marry me.” Green eyes blinked, lips parting in confusion as she tried to process the words. Marry… marry her? Her mouth dropped open when it at last registered, eyes going wide. Abruptly wide awake, the redhead shook her head and struggled to find words. “I… I really don’t think… you want to do that,” she tried. It was an attempt to sound reasonable, but her voice cracked and she couldn’t get it much higher than a whisper. “You… You’re just stressed and… and scared and sad and…”

The instant Keagan shook her head, dark eyes narrowed, her face pinched in confusion and... and hurt. Sure, it had been a snap decision to say those two monumental words, but Shane honestly hadn't expected a rejection. Why the hell would Keagan agree to be her ghoul -- agree to forever -- but not agree to be her wife? It didn't make any sense, and as the redhead spoke, it didn't get any easier to believe. Not once, in her entire life, had Shane ever even considered taking part in a marriage. Never before had she craved it, or even thought it a possibility for her. But she'd never thought she'd find and fall in love with someone like Keagan. The timing was merely coincidence. It had nothing to do with Maybelle, or being driven out of Vegas, or the witches. And now it was Shane's turn to shake her head softly. "It's not because of that," she assured her lover, brown eyes glossing over because she didn't want her ghoul to believe she'd do anything like this for the wrong reasons. "It's not, Keagan, I swear. You... You've already bound yourself to me by my customs," she explained softly, her thumb now tracing along the length of the girl's warm, flushed cheek. "Twice," she added with a soft smile. "Now I wish to bind myself to you by your customs. Please let me, querida... Be my wife..."

warm me up and take it slow

It was… nothing like she expected, and perhaps that fact was Keagan’s own vulnerability showing as Shane’s had earlier in the shower. She’d spoken with her thoughts in chaos, all desperate desire and aching emotion and that terrible, underlying fear. A selfish motive for asking Shane to give her everything. As the vampire had been rough to use sex as an outlet, so too had she requested so much from her lover to tire her body and soul to the point of dreamlessness. She’d never expected Shane to take the request so seriously, and perhaps she should have. Because if she requested the moon, her beautiful lover would do anything in er power to bring it to her. And what she gave was so much more than expected too. She could feel the tug on their bond at Shane’s end as she gathered herself and the redhead fought to keep her hips still and patient as she waited. She couldn’t help the slight twitch of them with perfect fingers buried so deeply inside of her, but she at least kept from squirming too horribly. She felt the stretch of their bond as Shane pried it wide open and she automatically pressed back, assisting from her side to hold open the connection so her vampire could share whatever it was she wanted to share. And then it was all pouring into her at once and Keagan gasped and cried out, all but coming up off the bed beneath Shane’s weight as it flooded her mind and soul and heart and body, filling her and spilling its excess over her. The tips of her fingers tingled with the energy. Her toes curled with it. Every nerve ending buzzed with the energy as the first orgasm slammed into her with the unexpected force of a freight train. “Shane,” she panted, canting up into the fingers still tucked inside of her. They hadn’t even moved and yet she’d come like an inexperienced teenager as her lover’s full power, full self, enveloped her. It wasn’t just the sex and desire she felt from her either, but Shane’s own love and need and devotion. All so strong, all so beautiful. Keagan scraped her blunt nails down the vampire’s back until she clung to the rounded curves of her backside, pulling her down against her with every upward jut of her hips. “God… a ghra… s-so… so beautiful, my.. My Isabela…” There were tears falling from her eyes before she even realized she had them in her, sweet tears that rolled down the lines of her temples and into thick red curls. 

As Keagan's orgasm swept rapidly through her writhing body, it spilled through the bond, still held open wide and ravished the vampire, too. Shane gasped, hips jutting forward against her hand, assisting her beautiful ghoul as she rutted against her fingers. It was all overwhelming, even for a woman who claimed to be affected by very little. She was so drained, having just given everything she had to her lover. Strength and coherence included. But every instinct was still there, every inclination to move against her lover, to whisper incomprehensible Spanish endearments and encouragements as her fuega unraveled beneath her. And when it was over, Shane was unbelievably spent, collapsing on top of the warm body of her lover, panting and trembling and filled to the brim with everything Keagan. It took a lot to physically exhaust a vampire, but more than anything, Shane had just emotionally exhausted herself. But in a good way. Not like the unbearable sadness of the day they'd just had. And it was with unbelievable clarity that the vampire suddenly -- albeit slowly -- lifted her head, thumb tracing over one of Keagan's temples to catch the tears there, and whispered the words, "Marry me."

warm me up and take it slow

Her girl. Yes, she was that, through and through. Every bit of her was Shane’s in a way she had never been anyone else’s. That was why she smiled as she pressed her face against the top of her head and nodded slightly, shortly before she gasped again in response to the pressure against her core. “I want you,” she murmured in response, gasping again and pressing up to meet Shane’s thigh. Slim fingers tightened around strong shoulders, clung there while she attempted to speak through a throat tight with emotion and desire. “All of you… I want…” She sank into another kiss, drawing Shane down against her, as close as possible. “I want to feel you.. in every part of me.” The words were emphasized with a light nip to Shane’s lower lip, a gentle tug even as she bowed up again, eager, as tendrils of Shane’s aura continued to weave around her. Loving Shane was… like breathing. Natural, easy… and without it, she couldn’t live. 

The request came and Shane didn't hesitate to give. She wanted Keagan to feel her. To feel her everywhere, to know that she could fill the girl more than anyone else ever could. When it came to using her natural gift on her ghoul, Shane always kept it simple. She didn't push as hard as she knew she could, simply because the vampire knew their lovemaking wasn't in need of any assistance. They were connected in so many ways now, not just by love, but by blood and devotion. Shane already existed in Keagan. Without one, there was no other. But the Latina really wanted her lover to feel it this time. So Shane pulled her lips away from Keagan's, burrowed into the side of her neck as her left hand slipped deftly down their bodies, burying itself between warm thighs and allowing two fingers to slide in, slow and deep. She didn't move them, but rather just let them be. Let them fill her ghoul and nothing else. Then the vampire's body began to tense, muscles growing stiff as her eyes grew impossibly dark. She was building her strength, her aura. Conserving it, harvesting it as the seconds passed. Shane trembled slowly as it grew within her, pumped through every vein until she was shaking like a leaf on top of her lover. And when she finally expelled all the energy, the brunette released a soft cry into Keagan's neck as every piece of herself that she'd gathered spilled into her ghoul, thick and heavy and filled to bursting with every emotion Shane harbored for her precious redhead. Her one and only. "Keagan," she panted, still holding the bond open wide, allowing everything that was inside of her to flow into the girl beneath her...

warm me up and take it slow

“I’m hilar- ah, shit.” The redhead gasped as a thigh pushed against her, body bowing in an automatic attempt to get closer to the pressure. Her hands pulled free from Shane’s to grab her shoulders and pull herself closer. Eyes half-lidded, she stared up at her lover, watched as her aura seeped into her eyes, felt as it wound its way around her limbs and body, tugging at those places in her that suddenly flared with desire. Getting wet was not going to be a problem and she responded to the vampire with a breathless, “Oh, well, if you insist.” The mouth of her lover fell against her neck and traced slowly down it until it settled over its favorite spot and Keagan gasped again, rolling up into the cool flesh between her legs. The fact there would be a mark there was of no concern to Keagan, who’d had plenty from Shane in the past and would no doubt have many in the future. It was not ownership that she was marked with, but love and passion and devotion. Or if it was a little bit territorial, it was mutual. Slim fingers tangled in raven curls, held Shane there as she continued to cant her hips up against her. And with every movement, she could feel the heat and wetness building, her center sliding against Shane’s smooth thigh as she moaned her name against the top of her head.

This was how it was supposed to be. All good intention, all love for Keagan and the need to make her feel amazing. To make her soar. Not sadness. Not desperation and anger. Not an outlet, like it had been before. In the shower, Shane had been wrong. She'd been in the worst sort of mindset to initiation sex and yea, it had been a mistake. But the thing about Keagan that made her so unbelievably perfect for the vampire was that she didn't take her shit. Whatever Shane dished out, Keagan could spit right back, and it was why they worked. It was why the Latina had fallen so desperately in love when she never thought such a phenomenon to be possible. But this, here, was just right. Her aura wrapped tenderly around her lover, pulled on the strands of her arousal, of her love and passion and desire. Called Keagan's deepest wants to the surface so the ghoul heat up rapidly beneath her. "That's my girl," she murmured against the small red mark she'd made with her lips, her thigh once again pressing forward into Keagan's increasingly moist center. "Tell me what you want, mi amor," she whispered sweetly, her kisses dancing up the side of the redhead's neck, peppering over her jaw until her lips met her lover's and kissed her passionately. "Tell me how you want me, querida... My fingers. My mouth..." Her words continued as soft caresses, draping over Keagan even as her aura continued to, bathing them in love and desirous thoughts. "Or just like this... Whatever you want, fuega. It's yours..."

warm me up and take it slow

There was nothing that made her feel as good as pulling moans from Shane, as knowing she could still bring the vampire pleasure even when she couldn’t quite keep her eyes open for long stretches of time. “Shane,” she mumbled back when the other woman said her name, a smirk touching her lips because despite her protesting, she knew the darker woman was giving in to her. She could feel it in the way their bodies pressed together as Shane took her hands. It amused her slightly that the vampire was bargaining with her, using orgasms to bribe her. Even as it amused her, however, she considered it quietly, her thumbs tracing the sides of her hands. Part of her didn’t want to agree because she was so scared of falling asleep again. But maybe… Maybe if she slept deeply enough, they wouldn’t come back. “Think you’re up for the job, vamp? I don’t know if you can…” 

Shane smirked at the challenge, amused by the fact that her ghoul would think this a hardship at all. Or even a difficult task. The vampire knew her way around Keagan's body as if it were her own. Which, in some ways, it was. "You're funny, Keags," she murmured, diving straight in by burrowing her knee between the ghoul's legs and thrusting her hips forward, her thigh pressing up against her lover's naked sex. Not yet moist, but Shane knew it would be soon. To speed the process along, the Latina inhaled deeply, and with the exhale came her aura, raven tendrils of satin sex swirling through brown eyes. The strands of her power wrapped around the redhead, cradled her tightly as she once again pressed up into Keagan. "Get wet for me, querida," she breathed, dipping her head to nip sweetly along the line of a warm neck, settling over the pulse at the base of it. She sucked on the skin, perfectly content to leave a mark because it didn't matter who or what looked at the girl and saw the bruise. She was Shane's. Just as Shane was Keagan's.

warm me up and take it slow

It made her smile genuinely now, a small laugh bubbling out of her as the vampire nipped at her fingers. This was the Shane she loved. The one who was sweet and playful and adoring, the one who was as devoted to Keagan as Keagan was to her. There was no mistress here, no slave. They were partners. Forever partners. “M’not tired,” she mumbled in a voice that belied her words and she reached up to draw her vampire into her. “Don’t need sleep. Just need you.” Actually, she needed a shit ton of sleep, but she was terrified of sleeping again. What if they came back? What if they… She was fairly sure they couldn’t actually hurt her in her sleep, otherwise she’d have woken a bloodied mess. Still, that didn’t mean  the idea of being that painfully terrified again appealed to her and she tipped her head up, capturing Shane’s lips again with desperation, as if doing so would erase all of it. Not just the nightmare, but the entire thing from waking up the night before on. 

Dark brown eyes rolled as Keagan denied her need for sleep. Always so stubborn. And though the statement annoyed Shane to a certain extent -- because yes, the ghoul did need to sleep -- it was also strangely comforting. That even in the face all this change, all this danger, some things would never change. A part of Shane knew the reason behind this defiance. It wasn't just because the redhead wanted her, to kiss her and hold her and everything they often did on a bed. The Latina could feel the fear bubbling just beneath the surface. That trepidation to close her eyes, to return to a place where that witch could tease and torment her. A place where Shane couldn't protect her... But before she could insist, Keagan was capturing her lips in a needy kiss, pulling a soft moan from deep within the vampire's chest as the darker woman settled more heavily over her ghoul. "Keagan," she breathed, almost a cautionary warning. But then Shane was allowing herself to get just as swept up as her lover, her body purposefully pressing down into Keagan's, chilled hands finding warmer one and lacing their fingers together. "How 'bout this, querida," she whispered against soft lips, gently nudging the redhead's nose with her own. "I give you an orgasm for the record books, get you all good and tired, and you sleep for the rest of the day. Sound good?"

warm me up and take it slow

And she did feel protected, laying there beneath her lover now, snuggled in where it was soft and comforting and familiar. Her vampire was the sweetest of women, she thought as she traced idle shaped over her back before wrapping around her again and burrowing in. “As you’re mine,” she returned. “Nothing and no one ever could change that. Not when it’s how it’s meant to be.” Of this she was entirely convinced. Keagan traced soft kisses over tan skin, reveling in the bareness of flesh that allowed her to sink so easily back into this. “I love you,” she breathed. “I love you so much, Shane.” One hand fell from her back, moved until she could cup her lover’s cheek with soft fingers, tracing it as another small, tired smile found her lips. “However big a pain in the arse you are most times.”

As warm fingers traced delicate, random shapes over the expanse of her back, Shane sighed softly, taking a moment to just nuzzle affectionately into the side of her ghoul's neck. It was so true... Shane had never believed much in fate or destiny, but she knew that that was what Keagan was for her. Her purpose. All those years ago, she'd gone into that bar, on that night, and went home with that man, just so she could be turned. Just so she could live long enough to see and be a part of this wonderful girl's life. It was how it was meant to be. Shane and Keagan, taking on the world, hand in hand. "I love you." With this, the vampire lifted her head, deep brown eyes intent on bright emerald, so full of love and passion and devotion. The warm hand at her cheek had Shane leaning into the touch, turning her head slightly to press her lips to Keagan's palm. "If anyone's a pain in the ass, it's you, querida," Shane teased lightly, nipping playfully at her lover's fingers with a soft smile on her face. She could see how tired her ghoul was, and wished for her to continue resting... Only hoped that there would be no plaguing nightmares this time. "Sleep, Keags," she encouraged softly, tipping forward to brush her lips slowly of her lover's. "You need it."