#f!radiodemon

And tonight was, by far, the girliest of nights Alice had allowed you to loop her into. She was normally so busy that her time spent radio broadcasting, hotel proprieting and otherwise not so secretively demolishing whole raw venison kept her out of your loop.

And this was the first time in literally *weeks* she had finally agreed to let you paint her nails; provided you also sharpened them as well. 

Not to be outdone by a slight pitter patter of the heart, you swallowed your giddiness and hefted your box of makeup and nail polish up to the top floor to her room; behind the door, a soft jazz beat echoed lightly.

"Have you killed the cheshire cat?" She eyed your pink fuzzy slippers amusedly. 

"Har-har-" you said, rolling your eyes and shoulder shoving her lightly on your way in. "Keep that up, I'll paint your talons pink and not red." 

"You wouldn't dare," her resulting grin reminiscent of the aforementioned cat; slightly mad, ever so hinting of the dark. 

Alice was what you liked to call 'at least half a French fry short of a happy meal.' 

You sat crosslegged on her bed while she messed with the dials of her old-fashioned radio. Alice had long ago abandoned her red suit jacket. Her hair, which was normally swept up into a simple braid or up-do, tumbled down her back. Her hair was thick, and so close to being wavy that it was nearly curly, but not quite. She had let you braid it, once, shortly after you both became friends. 

"Were you gonna go smoke?", you asked, noticing her long thin cigarette holder placed beside her radio. 

"I was, but you are here now. It can wait," Alice wandered to the tub of goodies on her bed, "Don't you have any..muted, or darker colors?" 

"God, you're so edgy," you smirked, shuffling through the tub. "Here. Red, for an edgy princess." 

"Call me a princess one more time. I dare you," Alice warned, with no real vigor, and only a small delicious smile. 

"Kinky. But I think I can take that dare. Also, hold out your hand, it's time to get you ready for the nail polish."

"Is that so?" Alice's crimson eyes flashed amusedly, settling next to you. 

You got a scent of her; she smoked outside, but the scent followed, and clung to her clothing and hair. Soft, smoky vanilla, a hint of cherry. Alice had a rich tapestry of small vices like that. 

Your face flushed a tad to your ears as you forced the proximity heat away and attempted to focus instead on holding her hand and filing down her cuticles.

"Mhm, that is so. Yup." 

"I don't think so. And I think if you called me a princess again, that you couldn't handle what followed." 

Her voice was a warming purr that scent chills down your spine. 

"Oh. Well. That's not entirely necessary," you excercised caution too little too late; you could tell. The thrill of the hunt and/or manipulation was glinting in Alice's eyes. "Oh! Sorry!" You drew back your hand, realized you had nicked her finger a bit too hard with the file. 

"Another dare for you," she examined her slightly wounded finger, "Either stop pretending you're not bold at all, or admit that you are somewhat of a cannibal, yourself." 

"You know me. I'm bold as holy hell." 

"Really?" 

You were having trouble controlling yourself. The wine and rich scent from just that tiny bit of blood on her finger.. You were more than just a tiny bit of a cannibal, you were one of the vampiric ones and come to think of it you hadn't had a bite to eat (or drink) all day. 

"Yeah," you breathed, leaning in, "I am bold. Princess," you whispered. 

You were normally the type to let other women make the first move, truthfully, but the way Alice was staring at you right now was undoing you. She was smiling like she did when she'd gotten her way; the cat who got the cream. 

"You have no idea how long I waited for you to admit that," she offered you her finger. 

Oh, gods. 

You touched that tiny droplet on her thumb, tasting it to your lips. Somehow or another, Alice also made her way to your lips, tasting of richness and her own tangy and beautiful blood, and her sweet scent that caressed chills all down your body. 

You wanted to crush her lips with yours and also just push her right down onto her own bed right then, but somehow you pulled apart from her long enough to murmur against her lips, "You kinda like being called that, don't you? Princess?" 

That simple thing seemed to thrill her, for the breath she loosed against your mouth, hot and quick. 

She did seem to like it a lot, actually, you marveled, letting her pin you down, your arms above your head. She kissed your neck and growled softly. All tense and coiled body language, her soft breasts pressing against yours as you pulled her close with your knees.

"You were waiting for me to make the first move," you whispered, "All this time?" 

"I wanted you to want me," she murmured against your neck, nibbling the skin there, making you shiver happily. "Whenever you did, that is when I'd accept it." 

She settled between your legs, making you moan and rock from the clothed friction, her slender fingers entwined into yours. 

"You'll do what I want then," you said, "Yeah?" 

"Yes, darling." 

"Oh-Criminy-" 

You surrendered yourself to her right then and there, or was she really just submitting to your unspoken desires? 

Alice allowed you to loose her suspenders and unbutton the collar at her throat, while you took your sweet time admiring the slender grace underneath. How even her collarbones were an art piece to the small swell of her breasts below them. You couldn't resist nibbling on one of her perked nipples and your core throbbed at how she moaned for you. 

She unbuttoned your jeans when you ground needily against her hand, chuckling softly at your eagerness. 

And her hands were so skilled. You were naked very soon underneath her as her tongue played yours like a violin. Her skin smelled just like her clothing, and you were in both heaven and hell for it. All smoky, and vanilla, and rich just like her dark mind and all her little tapestries of vices. 

"Oh God, Alice, more please-" 

"Whatever you like, my darling," she nibbled your ear with her sharp teeth. She obeyed you instantly and slid another slender finger into your wetness, curling upward and moving slowly as you panted against her neck. "Will you come for me?" 

"If you could m-make it last forever that'd be fantastic-" you gasped, still unable to stop yourself from arching at the sound of her voice, the pressure of her hands and fingers and all of her gentle and warm movements that followed. 

You clutched at her neck, saying something absolutely unintelligible as the pleasure crashed across your body in waves. 

True to your previous request, she didn't let you come down from that high entirely and moved her fingers slowly with your pleasure so that it all coasted again into another more intense crescendo. 

It was a double, or a triple, or something like that- you nearly lost count. She didn't stop until you whimpered that you were getting overstimulated no matter how you wanted it to continue. 

When you had collapsed together after that you just laid on her chest and softly caressed the other breast you weren't currently pressed to. 

"Alice," you said suddenly. 

"Mm, what?" 

"We never did paint your nails," you giggled, all flushed from your activities. 

You knew what she was going to say next, though.