#caity bear

"test me out?" you ask back at her. she smiles lazily, fangs in full view because she knows better than to hide them around you.

"uh huh. what you taste like, what you'd do. would it hurt you? or would you be a good friend and take it? for me, 'cuz of me, y'know?"

caitlin drags out the words "good friend" like she's testing it out. you glance over at her to-

to what? to make sure your bestfriend is truly suggesting drinking your blood like in some 1800's vampire movie?

you catch her eyes, her hazel ones half-lidded and hazy from alcohol.

"didn't you do that with your ex?" you ask, hopping off the counter to refill your glass of wine. looking at her will probably make you agree to dumb, foolish decisions that future you will not approve of.

"nah, she didn't really- i don't know. i just didn't wanna do that with her. 's not the same if you don't trust someone, right?"

trust. she didn't trust her ex. she trusts you. you don't know why that realisation makes something twist in your stomach.

"and besides, you didn't even really fuck with her. i wasn't gonna feed from someone i knew you didn't approve of, y'know?" caitlin smiles, her tone amused.

your brows scrunch together as you sit back down next to her.

"hold'up- i've never said i didn't like her. i just thought she was- well, not good for you, that's all."

"right. so you glaring at her everytime she kissed me was just 'cuz you had a bad feeling? i'm not buying it, babe."

you close your eyes to ground yourself when she calles you babe, biting the inside of your cheek to stay quiet.

you've definitely had too much wine. there's no other explanation to why you can feel yourself get wet at her more-than-a-little condescending tone.

it's just a very arousing thought, the fact that she didn't want to feed from her ex, the fact that you're the one she trusts. it makes your knees weak, for whatever reason.

"whatever. god forbid a girl has a gut feeling." you mutter after a moment of silence, suddenly very aware of the damp spot on your panties.

caitlin raises an eyebrow. you laugh.

"what?"

"nothing, you're just cute."

"'m not cute. i could bite you.

"wish you would."

her eyes widen and you realise your mistake.

"i mean- like you just said you'd-" you start but she cuts you off.

"no, no, you want that. you want me to bite you? feed from you, like an animal?" she looks like she sobered up, tone a mix of disbelief and-

interest, maybe? you shake your head, but her mind's set on it now.

"that's not what i meant-"

"that's exactly what you meant."

"no, it's not, smartass."

"it wouldn't hurt, you know?"

that makes you pause. caitlin takes that as a sign to continue.

"like- the bite, itself, would sting a little. but when i'd drink? that wouldn't hurt, you'd feel- good, you'd feel really good, actually. it's a biological thing."

caitlin slides down from the kitchen counter and positions herself between your legs. you scoot closer like your body isn't yours anymore, abdomen brushing against her stomach.

"where'd- where would you bite me? like, what body part or whatever." your voice is not as steady as you like, and caitlin standing that close to you definitely doesn't help.

"neck. wrist, if you want. wherever you want, really. i don't mind." she moves your hair aside, trying to feel a pulse point. her hands are as cold as usual.

you shiver.

her fingers land on your pulse point, like she's done this a million times before. like this isn't the most foreign feeling ever.

"is this- are you sure?"

"just do it, cait. i'll be able to cross this off my bucket list too, i guess."

caitlin smiles against your skin.

"uh huh. tell me if you want to stop, baby."

you're about to comment on the petname (like it didn't just make your pussy clench around nothing), when you feel her fangs against your skin.

you gasp.

your grip tightens around the kitchen counter.

caitlin laughs against your skin.

"chill. i haven't even done anything yet."

"i'm fucking aware."

she bites.

her fangs sink into your skin, making you whimper in pain. caitlin's hand comes up to rub soothing circles onto your back.

it's not painful for long, though. no, infact, it's really good when she starts to drink.

like, really good. just like she'd promised you.

good in a way that makes your heart race. good in a way that makes arousal pool between your thighs, good in a way that makes you dig your fingers into caitlin's shoulders.

it must feel as good to caitlin as it does to you, because she moans against your skin, her free hand groping you like the pressure could ground her.

the pleasure gets dizzying terrifyingly fast. you don't notice how close you are until you can feel your legs shake.

"please, caitlin. fuck, please, i'm so- mmh." you're fully writhing against her, throbbing and desperate.

caitlin must finally take pity on you, because you can feel her detach her mouth from your neck. she licks the remaining blood off your neck, her tongue dragging across the wound until it's healed.

"did so well for me, pretty girl. i knew you could, knew you'd make me proud." the praise makes your back arch, makes you beg for some kind of release.

"please- please, caitlin. i need you, i need you so bad, please." you damn-near whine and feel caitlin's smile against your skin.

her hands go to unbutton your pants and you think you'll cry if you she doesn't do anything to help you soon. you let out a whine you can't bother to be embarrassed about when she sinks two fingers into you, meeting no resistance.

"want my mouth, baby?" she asks, the pace of her fingers never faltering as she lays feather-light kisses on your face like she isn't ruining you.

"no, i- fuck, that's- this is good."

"look at you, using your words without me having to ask. aren't you the bravest girl in the entire world?"

caitlin's voice is sweet, like honey. her thumb comes to circle on your clit as her fingers crook a little.

that does make you cry, a few hot tears streaming down your face. when caitlin notices, she laughs, the sound so endlessly soft.

"i thought you could take it, sweet girl? is it too much for you to handle? you're being a little pathetic, baby. already crying and you're only taking two."

that makes you clench around her fingers. she doesn't comment, but she does kiss your forehead as you shatter against her.

caitlin's fingers don't stop, and you let her drag out your orgasm until it's borderline painful. you scratch at her forearm to make her stop, and she just kisses you.

"almost done, sweetheart. let me have this- let me have you."

how can one argue with that? so you cling to her neck and let her savour the moment. savour you, like she'd say.

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