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You knew that Melissa enjoyed your presence more than she did other teachers and that you had earned a special spot at her lunch table. But you never would have dreamed that an inspiring, gorgeous woman like her would ever like you. So, in your head, you had settled that you would be friends and nothing more. It wasn’t until Ava caught on that you were oblivious to Melissa’s subtle flirting that things started to escalate. Ava had made an off-hand comment about your looks one day, and you had caught on to the flirt. You didn’t reciprocate, but there was a light blush to your cheeks that had made Melissa’s blood boil. In her mind, she was the only one allowed to make you blush like that. Her eyes flickered red so quickly that it was barely noticed. But Ava noticed, and that is when her games began. Getting under the redhead’s skin had become a way to pass the time on boring days. Nothing made it easier to tick Melissa off than to prey on her jealousy. A jealousy that was now solely focused on you. 

Which is why Ava had decided to get the whole crew together for a club night to celebrate the end of state testing week. Melissa had arrived at the bar early, making a game plan in her head about how she was finally going to tell you about her feelings. A plan that made her sick to her stomach. She was never the one to go out there and express feelings, but since you weren’t catching on, it had to be done. Done before Ava sunk her claws in and finally caught you. She was ready to go until you walked into the bar, and every thought in her head disappeared. Your hair was out of its usual updo into loose curls around your shoulders. It only drew attention to the dress neckline that plunged deep between your cleavage, accented by a silver necklace with a sunflower that Melissa had gotten you for your birthday. Melissa’s mouth went dry as she scrambled to find the words to say but it was Ava who spoke first.

“Damn Y/N you trying to pick up a chick or something? You looking extra hot tonight,” Ava said as soon as you approached the table with all your coworkers.

You blushed as you pulled down the low hem of your dress. Suddenly very aware that everyone was looking at you, “Just a new dress. I haven’t been able to wear it out yet.”

“Well you look smokin. I got first dibs on taking you home if someone from the bar doesn’t pick you up first,” Ava winked before stalking off to go get a drink.

You rolled your eyes and placed your bag next to Melissa, unaware of the way her fist was clenched around the side of the table. Her grip was so tight that her fingers were starting to turn white. She glared at Ava all the way to the bar, her normal green eyes flickering with flames. She only relaxed a little as you leaned in to grab her cup, the smell of your perfume washing over her. Melissa watched the way that you pulled the cup up to your nose, curling at the harsh smell. She smiled then as your eyes finally locked with hers. 

“This smells like straight alcohol, what is this Mel?” You asked stifling a cough.

“Negroni,” Melissa giggled, pushing the glass back up with a gentle push of her finger, “Try it sweetheart. See if you can take the Italian heat.”

You took a small sip facing curling in disgust. You handed the glass back to Melissa eyes still closed as the liquid burned down your throat. She let her finger gently brush away a drop of liquid that had slipped down your chin. Everyone at the table watched the scene unfold. A silent exchange of cash was handed to Barbara as they all placed their bet on how long it would take Melissa to finally snap.

“Might be a little too bitter for me,” You said oblivious to the fact that Melissa had touched you at all, “You know I like things a little sweet.”

“Then what type of drink shall I get you?”

“It’s fine Mel, I can get something,” You shrugged and went to grab your wallet, but the redhead’s hand circled your wrist.

“Allow me, I will make sure you get something as sweet as you.”

You smiled, a blush sweeping across your cheeks as Melissa went to get something from the bar. When your attention finally caught up with everyone else at the table, you jumped, “What do I have something on my face? Did I fuck up my make up?”

“No darling, you look absolutely radiant tonight,” Barbara reassured, “Melissa was practically speechless when you walked in.”

“Stop giving away my secrets,” Melissa chided as she reappeared by your side, “Something sweet for my sweetheart,”

You took the drink in your hand, letting out a small groan as the smooth liquid finally met your lips. It had been a hard week filled with loud children, stressful tests, and more than one time you had made an accidental slip-up. This break away from the work world was needed. So much that you didn’t notice the way Melissa gulped as you moaned into your drink. Then, when you had gone to sit down, it was Ava who grabbed your hand instead.

“Come dance with me,” was all she said, pulling you away before you could even respond.

Ava was a flirt, and she liked pushing Melissa to her limit, but there was one line she refused to cross. She didn’t touch you. Melissa would have killed her on site if she so much as laid a hand on you in a flirtatious way. So instead she pulled you to the dance floor by your elbow, standing closely in front of you while you danced. The music blasted through the speakers and she saw when your initial anxiety started to peel away. Soon, your hips were swaying and your hair was bouncing wildly, and Ava understood why Melissa had fallen for you. Sweet and innocent dancing like no one else in the world could touch you or harm you. Happy to be exactly where you were right in that moment. 

Melissa was watching from the bar table, half tempted to join you on the dance floor, when another woman approached you. Someone she didn’t know who slotted herself behind you and draped her hands casually on your hips. You jumped at first, but then laughed as she said something into the shell of your ear. You didn’t relax all the way, but you allowed the woman to stay behind you, inching closer as the song moved on. The glass in Melissa’s hand started to form a crack before Barbara hastily took it away.

“Melissa! Pay attention,” Barbara scolded.

“She is touching her,” The redhead growled in response.

Barbara looked at the dance floor and then back at her best friend, “What do you plan to do about it?”

Melissa pushed away from the table, grabbing your purse and hers in one hand as she stalked over to you. Ava could practically see the steam rolling out of the older woman’s ears as she pushed her way through the crowd. And if there was one thing Ava knew better than anyone was when to escape before she got her ass beat. 

“Y/N your girl is pissed. I would suggest you run now,” Ava muttered before turning on a heel and escaping the other direction.

Your face turned up in confusion at her words until you were hit first by the smell of Melissa. Then the hands that had been around your waist were ripped away. A loud what the hell that was followed by a primal growl that sounded nothing like the red head that you knew. The woman backed off immediately, hands in the air as Melissa swirled back to you. She grabbed you by the wrist, her usual green eyes darker than you had ever seen them before. 

“Mel, what is going on?” You asked as she pulled you from the dance floor.

“I can tolerate Ava hitting on you to a certain extent,” Melissa huffed, “But that woman. She had her hands all over you and that…that is just something I can’t watch.”

You looked at the red head in confusion, “We were just dancing. Why is that such a problem?”

“That was not just dancing Y/N. She was flirting with you. She was practically undressing you with her eyes,” The older woman growled as she finally pulled you outside.

She went to pull you towards her car, but you ripped your hand away, “Slow down for a minute, Mel. I don’t understand what is going on. Who cares if that woman was flirting with me? She is just some stranger at the bar.”

“I care!” Melissa screamed throwing her hands in the air, “I fucking care.”

“You could have just said that.”

Melissa laughed, stalking towards you until you were pressed up against the cold bricks of the building, “I have been trying to tell you for months, but you, sweetheart…you have been so oblivious to all of it. I would be annoyed if you didn’t make it so damn adorable.”

“You think I am adorable?” You asked your heart, already beating out of control.

“Out of everything that I just said, that is what you want to focus on?” Melissa shook her head with a giggle.

“What else am I supposed to focus on?” You questioned as Melissa put her hands on either side of you, boxing you in.

“The fact that I am in front of you telling you that I went feral over another woman touching you,” The older woman hissed leaning in till she was an inch from your ear, “You should focus on the fact that the only thing that has been on my mind since the moment you walked in the fucking door was how much I wanted to kiss you. How much I wanted to be the one touching you. How badly I need you.”

“You talk a lot of game, Schemmenti, when are you going to prove it?” You asked, trying to hide the waver in your voice. 

Melissa didn't hesitate, just smashed her lips into yours. This was not a timid kiss. No, this was desperate. Hungry. Like Melissa couldn't get you close enough. You pulled her in by sliding your hands into the back pockets of her jeans till she was flush against you. You let out a guttural moan as she took your bottom lip between her teeth and pulled. All sense of time was lost until she backed away. Just an inch so she could rest her forehead against yours. You could still feel her hot breath rolling over your lips. 

“So this means you like me, right?” You asked, suddenly shy again.

Melissa’s laugh was loud as she kissed your forehead, “Yes you dork. I really like you.”

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Ava and Melissa were private about their relationship with each other.  Everyone at Abbott knew they dated, but it was never brought up in casual conversation at work under fear of Ava’s blackmailing ways and Melissa’s unbridled rage. They had long ago agreed that no one needed to know what happened in their personal life, as long as they were happy, then others should be happy for them. Everything was professional within the walls of the building, Melissa rolling her eyes at Ava’s antics, and Ava shamelessly flirting with anyone who walked in her proximity. Outside the concrete walls of their job, they were possessive, handsy, and just two people madly in love. It was the type of spark that burned fast and bright. There was only one thing about their relationship that they kept absolutely secret- you. 

Melissa already had enough judgment from her best friend for dating the principal of their school without disclosing to HR; she didn’t need to hear the comments about adding another younger woman to her sex life. Ava purely enjoyed the secret because it was the thrill that she needed in her life. A little something to spice up the relationship she had been growing with the redhead for years. They loved each other, planned to spend the rest of their lives together, but there had been a little piece that had been missing. Something that calmed their tempers, soothed their daily stress, and brought a sense of peace to their weary bones. 

You didn’t mind the arrangement, being out in the public had never been your thing, and all you really needed at the end of the day was the adoration of the two women. Which they gave to you endlessly. Some days, they were sweet: Melissa making intricate home-cooked meals while Ava gave you a full spa day retreat within the walls of their shared home. Other days they showed their love in a more… aggressive manner. They wanted to claim you, take you, use you in any way they saw fit to get rid of whatever weighed heavy on their shoulders. You had been with them long enough to know which version of your loves would walk through the door at any given moment. 

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The door slammed with a force that shook the keys that hung on the wall to the right of it. Ava’s bag made a thump as it tumbled to the floor her heels scraping against the wood as she shoved them into the closet. It was followed shortly by a slew of Sicilian curses as Melissa ripped off her boots and threw her purse onto the kitchen island. There was a clatter of pots and pans as she set to work making dinner. Next followed the clink of glasses as Ava dug through the wine cabinet for a drink. You were still working at your makeshift office in the dining room when the commotion unfolded behind you. 

“I can’t believe the nerve of that little bitch to go and tell the district on me,” Ava scoffs. “After everything I did for her at the last budget meeting, she should be eating the dirt off my shoe. Her school was getting nothing.”

“Suspended! Without pay for two weeks because Janine decided we should open our mouths. Fottuto stronzo,” Melissa barks, having her own little argument. “Then the testa di cazzo walks in right when we are about to be home free.”

You can tell it is only going to get worse as the noise in the kitchen gets louder and louder. You close your computer, setting aside your work, and step inside the room. Ava is up on the counter, wine glass in hand, as Melissa is storming around the kitchen with her hair pulled into a tight bun. You move to shut off the stove where noodles are burning in a pot with no water. 

“Angel,” you say gently, stopping the redhead when she storms by, “You didn’t put any water in the pot.”

“For fucks sake!” Melissa yells and goes to turn away when you grab her by the hips.

“Angel, slow down for a minute. What is going on?”

She melts in your arms for a minute, letting out a sigh, “A really shitty day.”

“The worst!” Ava pips in coming to stand next to you. “Now, where is my love princess? I am starting to feel neglected over here.”

You wrap an arm around Ava’s waist, pulling her into your side. You lean up to gently place a kiss on her lips. “I didn’t forget about you, Domina, but Angel was going to burn the house down.” Melissa grunts at your comment, but you silence her gently with a kiss. “It’s okay, Angel, you had a bad day. We all make mistakes.”

The women continued to melt at your continued use of their pet names. You move your hand to cup Melissa’s face gently. Your thumb trails across her jawline as you look between the two women, the stress of the day making their shoulders sag. 

“How do I make it better?” You ask gently. 

Ava’s eyes immediately gleam, and you know that you already have one on the hook. She turns her gaze to Melissa, who seems a little more cautious. The redhead leans into the palm of your hand for added comfort before she talks. “Tesoro, I won’t be able to hold back if we do what is on my mind.” “Then don’t,” you murmur. “Use me..let me make it better.”

“See Mel, I told you our Princess would make it better,” She grins, moving your hair behind your ear to kiss your neck softly. “That is what she is here for after all. For us to claim, use, and pleasure ourselves with.”

You let out a soft sigh as Ava leaves open-mouthed kisses down your neck. Melissa is watching your reaction, the last little bit of restraint still clinging to the corner of her vision. It isn’t until Ava bit down sharply on your pulse point and a loud moan escaped your lips that her resolve snapped. She grips your chin, forcing you to look into her green eyes. 

“Are you sure about this, Principessa? After the day I had, I won’t go easy on you,” she growls, fingers digging into your skin slightly. You nod, which only makes Melissa let out a disappointing tsk. “I need words, or I will tell Domina to stop. Is that what you want?”

“Don’t stop,” you whimper pathetically, which makes the redhead grin. “I will take whatever you give me.”

Melissa sighs, her face moving to a content smile. “Now those are the words that I love to hear. Go to our room. Strip and wait in your usual spot.”

You rush to comply, running down the hallway into the room that you have begun to share with the other women. You quickly toss your clothes into the basket in the corner of the room and sink down to your knees at the bottom of the bed, facing away from the door. You don’t know how much time has passed until they enter the room. The mood between them has lightened significantly when they walk in, laughter spilling from their lips. The sound of them plotting behind you sends a shiver up your spine.

Melissa is the first one to approach you, pulling your hair back so she can whisper in your ear, “Principessa, you are being such a good girl. I am so proud of you.” Your heart swells at the affection, blushing when she kisses your cheek softly. “I expect it to stay that way for the rest of the night. We had a long day, and I don’t feel like taming a brat tonight.”

“I’ll be good,” you promise in a soft whisper. 

“I know you will be, or you won’t come for a week.”

Her threat makes your heart race, and you know that you are in for a long night regardless of how good you behave. This thought is confirmed when Melissa crawls across the bed, her naked skin twinkling underneath the soft LED lights Ava always keeps on. She lies back on the bed, spreading her legs so she is fully on display. Your hand automatically reaches out for her, but a death glare causes you to place it back in your lap.

“Principessa, you haven’t earned the right to touch yet,” Melissa tsks, a wicked grin coming across her face. “For now, you have to sit and watch as Domina makes your beautiful Angel feel good.”

“We should let her have a little fun,” Ava protests, coming to stand next to you, her fingers carding through your hair gently. “Let her warm up my cock for you, my love.”

You press your thighs together in an effort to get any sense of relief as Ava’s words wash over you. Melissa contemplates for a couple of moments before nodding silently. You turn to look at Ava, a pit in your stomach forming as you notice the black dildo that is strapped tightly around her hips. 

She grins at you, moving a piece of hair behind your ear. “Come on, Princess. Show Angel what you have been practicing.”

You nod, licking your lips eagerly, before you let your tongue roam the length of her. She watches lazily only for a moment before grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing the tip of the dildo right past your lips. She waits for you to adjust, letting the mist of submission cloud your eyes before she smiles. Melissa watches from the bed, a finger slowly circling her clit as she watches Ava move your head up and down. You grasp her thigh, doing your best to breathe as Ava moves quickly as she loses herself in you. 

When she is finally satisfied, she pulls out, causing a thread of drool to fall out of your lips. She swipes it away with her thumb, a grin creeping across her lips. “Oh, Princess, you are a dream. Now watch and enjoy the show. If you even think about touching yourself, the game is over, and that would be a shame.”

Another pitiful whimper leaves your lips, but Ava doesn't care. She crawls across the bed, capturing the redhead in a frantic kiss. They don't necessarily fight for dominance but melt together in perfect unison. Ava pulls at Melissa’s hair as the older woman grabs at her breasts, needing and pinching until they are both a whimpering mess. When Melissa can't wait anymore, she lines up the strap and Ava sinks into her. You can't tell who moans louder, you or the redhead; all you know is that Ava sends you a wicked grin as your nails dig into your thighs. 

“My love, look at our perfect princess. Let her see exactly how good I make you feel,” Ava whispers into the shell of the older woman’s ear.

Melissa struggles to keep her eyes open, turning her head towards you as Ava sets a brutal pace. Her pale legs lock around the younger woman’s hips, refusing to let her pull out more than a couple of inches. Ava was kissing down her neck, causing Melissa to arch into every thrust. It was driving you wild watching and being unable to participate. Little crescent moon marks were littering the top of your thighs as you struggled to keep control. 

“Ava…need more,” Melissa whimpers, biting her bottom lip. 

“Do you need our princess to help you?” Ava asks gently and Melissa nods. With a crook of her finger Ava beckons you onto the bed. “Princess, come help Angel.”

You scramble across the silk sheets immediately capturing the redhead in a kiss. Your hands roam down her chest twisting her nipple sharply. She moans in your mouth biting down hard as Ava slides her hand between the older woman’s thighs. Melissa’s fingers curl through your hair pulling sharply to move your lips down to her neck. You scatter bites along her neck your other hand never stopping as you can feel her coming undone. 

“Fuck mi amores. Shit. Don’t. Stop,” Melissa groans and then she shudders. 

Her nails scrape along your scalp and you whimper against her as pain mixes with pleasure. Ava pulls out and Melissa clenches at the loss. The strap is tossed to the side as Ava places soft kisses along the redhead’s face. 

“How are we feeling my love?” She ask gently her fingers brushing back red hair. 

“A little better,” Melissa sighs a soft smile coming across her face. “It’s your turn now mi amore, let principessa take care of you.”

“Gladly,” Ava grins turning to you,” on your back princess. I want to ride your face until I scream as loud as Angel just did.”

You roll onto your back your body getting covered in goosebumps as Ava climbs up your body. You barely even notice Melissa leaving your side when Ava sinks her thighs on either side of your head. Her hand automatically tangles in your hair as you pull her down by her thighs. Swears leave her mouth in a rushed whisper as you gently suck on her clit. Her hips rock back and forth as she sets her own brutal pace. You don’t mind burying yourself further into her so caught up in what you were doing you don’t notice your legs are being spread until there is something pressing against you. 

Your body stiffens for a moment until you hear Melissa’s voice. “Don’t fret principessa, I am going to make you feel good.” Her fingers swipe gently through your folds and you moan into Ava. “The only rule is you can’t come until she does….twice.”

You whimper when her fingers curl into you sliding in and out at a sickening pace. You do your best to redouble your efforts but mostly moan into Ava. She falls foward clutching the headboard as you feel her get closer to her first release. With a small nibble of her clit she falls over the first edge with a scream you are sure the neighbors will hear. 

It is in this exact moment that Melissa sinks into you. You yelp when you feel the strap push against you and you swear you almost come right then. Your muffled whimper makes Melissa giggle and then moan. You know this strap well, it is Melissa’s favorite to use on you, as a way to give you and her pleasure at the same time. You lose yourself in everything that is going on: Ava’s nails scraping your scalp as she uses your head as an achor, Melissa’s hands tweaking your nipples, the strap pushing in and out of you. It is almost too much and you know that you are going to lose Melissa’s game. 

At least you think you are until Ava yelps again, her release sliding down her face as she squirts against you. She falls to the side her body shaking as she curls against you. Her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers, “come for us princess.”

Your release shatters hard and fast causing your vision to go blurry. Melissa coaxes you through it before pulling out the second strap on of the night going the first in a heap on the floor. Ava has already curled herself like a koala around you nuzzling into your neck placing soft kisses against your neck. Melissa joins moments later using a hot towel to wipe between your and Ava’s legs. 

Melissa kisses Ava’s forehead and then yours gently, “I love you-il mio curore e la mia anima. My heart and my soul.”

Ava mumbles back a soft I love you already falling asleep wrapped in your arms. Melissa pulls the blankets up around all of you. She kisses your cheek gently before cirling her arm around your waist. 

“Do you feel better, Angel?” You ask in a soft whisper sleep already overtaking you.

“Yes principessa, you make everything better just by being here,” she smiles kissing you on the cheek. “Now sleep mi amore. You need your rest.”

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Melissa was scrolling through Instagram at lunch, trying to drown out Jacob’s newest rant, when a notification came across her screen. @captainrobinson “Just me and my girl enjoying an after-work treat.” Melissa stifled a groan, looking at the picture. She hated pictures of herself and even looking at it made her realize that she was faking it. Faking their relationship, faking her smile, faking that this is what she wanted. Going steady with him had been her choice, sure, but it had come out of jealousy from hearing that Gary of all people was getting married. She hadn’t wanted to marry him and still didn’t regret her choice but when was it gonna be her turn. To be loved by someone who truly meant it. Who saw all of her broken pieces and wanted to put them back together instead of stomp all over them. She had the chance once and she had thrown it away for fear of something real so they settled for something less. Robinson was trying; she had to give him that much but he was bad at it. Bad at making her laugh. Bad at having sex. Bad at damn near everything but she was tired of trying to put herself out there just to fail. So she posted the picture to her story with a small heart in the corner. That was about all the acknowledgement she could muster. 

She was about to put her phone down when a message popped up. @writinggoddess. She immediately clicked on the message, her heart beating wildly. You had been her one-night stand turned… week-long situationship over spring break. She still remembered the way that you smiled up at her, your naked body tangled in her sheets. The way that you held her at night, fingers running through her hair till she would fall asleep. The small kisses that you would give her every time you passed by her and how you found any excuse to be by her. The way you moved around her kitchen like you owned it and for once she didn’t even care. The way that you made her laugh with stupid questions or quirky bits that you did so casually. It had been a dream come true until the real world crashed back in. School was starting and she was Melissa Schemmenti… an independent badass… who didn’t need anyone. So she pushed you away. Went radio silent, not responding to a single message till eventually you stopped sending them all altogether. That had been over six months ago.

Her eyes scanned your message, a blush coming to her cheeks. When we were together, you actually smiled.  Not whatever this fake bullshit is.

Seconds later, a picture of Melissa wrapped up in her sheets, arms draped across your waist, came across her screen. She was laughing, looking at you with a sparkle in her eyes and her smile was radiant. No makeup, hair still a mess from sex, she was practically oozing happiness. It was accompanied with another message: This is the real Melissa Schemmenti smile. The thoroughly fucked ones are my favorite.

M: God those photos…I haven’t thought about them in forever.

Y/N: What a shame. I think about them daily.

A blush crossed Melissa's face as she started to remember the photo shoot that had held a slew of photos that she had begged you to take. You always knew how to catch her in just the right light, and she had wanted to know what it would be like to capture the more intimate moments that you shared. She was almost lost completely in a daydream when another photo came through her phone. Her breath hitched, and she hurried to shove her phone underneath the table. 

You were on the floor, back against the bed camera in your hand facing a large mirror that was propped against the wall. You were looking up at Melissa, a smug smile on your face. The outlines of your breast were barely seen, blocked by the shadow of the redhead. Melissa was facing you, her legs splayed on either side of you. Her head was thrown back, red curls falling down across her naked back. Both of her hands were holding on tightly to your shoulders, and your free hand was wrapped around her hip, encouraging her to keep moving. Melissa’s face was beet red when she remembered exactly what she had been doing in this picture-riding you with reckless abandon, chasing orgasm after orgasm for as long as you would let her. 

Her phone vibrated again and she gulped.

Y/N: This one happens to be my favorite from that night. How many times did you get off riding me again Angel? Two… three times?

Melissa was going to respond when Barb cleared her throat. Melissa jumped her phone falling from her hands to the floor, “Shit Barb, you scared me.”

She chuckled lightly, “Lunch ended five minutes ago.”

Melissa looked around at the empty room swearing softly. She went to reach for her phone the same time Barbara did and panic overtook her, “Wait! Don't… fuck.”

Barbara held the phone in her hands, a blush coming over her face, “Umm. MellBell is this that girl from spring break?”

Melissa was too embarrassed to speak and only nodded. Barbara scrolled and clicked on the first photo that was sent. She turned her nail tapping to zoom in on Melissa, “That is my best friend…I miss her.”

With that she just placed her phone down gently on the table. Not saying another word she left out the doors leaving Melissa alone to put together what it all meant. Barb had always been good at seeing through Melissa’s mask and today was no different. Melissa looked down at the picture again at the smile that she sorely missed. She typed out a message to you. 

Mel: It was four times…

Y/N: Feeding my ego I see. 

Mel: What if I feed you something else

Y/N: I am intrigued. Continue. 

Mel: It is for me to know and you to figure out. Meet me at my place tonight at 7pm.

Y/N: Ballsy, god that is the Melissa I missed. See you tonight Angel. 

Melissa gulped at use of her old nickname. She shook her head trying to focus on class for the rest of the day. Luckily, her little eagles were more talkative than usual and pulled her right out of her head into the project that she had been teaching. She sent them all off with a smile, ignoring her phone for the rest of the day. She rushed out the door not even stopping to say goodbye to Barb. Her nerves were already shot by the time that she got home. Running around the house she picked up the blankets that had been strewn all over the living room. Washing plates that had begun to pile up in the kitchen. Changed her sheets from her worn blue cotton into a black silk set that she had just bought. You had seen her house in worse condition but this was different. This time everything seemed to be charged with a chaotic energy. 

She stopped to stare at herself in the mirror and groaned. Glitter and scraps of paper were covering the front of her shirt and slacks from the final art project of the day. Her curls hung limp around her shoulders makeup smeared slightly. Melissa was a wreck and you were coming in an hour. Jumping in the shower she rinsed off giving up on trying to keep her hair dry. When she got out she scanned her closet for something to wear. She stopped when her hands caught onto a black bag. Ripping it open she dug into pulling out a green lingrie set. She had order it during spring break hoping that it would arrive in time.  It had shown up two days after she had pushed you out the door and told you not to come back. Melissa couldn’t bring herself to wear it before now. But as she pulled on the underwear she couldn’t help but think of how you would react to it.

Thin green straps that went high along her waist capturing the outline of her hourglass figure. The top was a little harder to navigate and Melissa almost gave up before it finally slid into place. Matching green straps that strained to hold her large breasts. She did her best to position them within the small cups of the lace, with little success, relying on more green straps to hold them in place. The green cups fell away to a sheer fabric that hugged her hips and stopped mid-thigh. She stepped back to look at herself fully in the mirror running her hand along her curves and fluffing her hair up as it started to dry. There was no time for her signature curls the small waves would have to do. 

“You can do this, Melissa Schemmenti.”

She pulled a large sleep shirt over the outfit and tried to find any way to calm her breath. You always had a way of driving Melissa to do things that she never would have done any other time. Melissa was sitting on the couch anxiously look at her phone when there was a knock on the door. The clock had just switched to 7pm. Melissa ripped open the door and her breath caught at the sight of you. You were standing there fingers shoved into the pockets of your black jeans and there was a cocky smile across your face. You hadn’t change a bit and Melissa couldn’t help herself as she pulled you into the house. She slammed the door and shoved you against it.

You let out a huff of air, “Damn Angel, I know you haven’t seen me in months but you know you aren’t in charge.”

You grabbed her wrists, flipping her over till her back was pressed against the wood of the door. You slammed her hands above her, causing her shirt to lift up just enough to reveal the bottom of the green lingerie.  She gulped, a red blush coming across her cheeks. Your eyes caught onto the fabric, a sly grin coming across your face. 

“Did you put something special on for me, principessa?” I asked huskily, but Melissa only nodded, a shiver running down her spine at your easy use of Italian , “You know the rules principessa? I need words.”

“Yes, I wore something,” Melissa stuttered blushing a deep red, “I wore something just for you.”

“Awe, a gift for me to unwrap,”You smiled but then bit my lip to control myself, “Too bad I don’t want to unwrap you yet.”

Melissa whimpered, “Please…”

“You are going to have to do way better than that, my sweet girl,” You chided, stepping back out of her reach, “Show me who you belong to.”

“You,” Melissa said instantly stepping towards you, “I belong to you.”

“Your Instagram posts say otherwise. On the arm of a man who doesn’t deserve you,” You tsked taking another step back, “Shirt off. On knees. Now.”

“But my..” Melissa paused.

“Knees are bad,” You acknowledge no cruelty in your voice, only soft understanding , “You won’t stay there long if you can listen and behave principessa. Now. On. Your. Knees.”

Melissa threw the shirt across the room and sunk to her knees leaning back on her heels. She spread her hands across her thighs, gaze fixed on the ground. You stepped towards her, pulling her chin up gently. She glanced at you through hooded lashes. 

“You look absolutely divine my sweet principessa. I can’t believe you did this all for me. No one else right? Only me.”

Melissa nodded furiously, “Only for you. Only for you.”

“Now that is what I want to hear,” You smiled, leaning down close to Melissa, “Come on principessa let me take care of you better than that man ever could.” 

Melissa thought you were going to pick her up instead, you merely grabbed her hand and dragged her down the hall. Once inside her bedroom, you picked her up, tossing her onto the bed. She squealed, bouncing for a moment, the lingerie barely containing her breasts. You stopped in front of the bed, hands finally trailing across her skin. The redhead arched into your touch, a small sigh escaping her lips.You leaned into her space until your mouth was in the shell of her ear. 

“Principessa, what am I going to do with you?” You mused, snapping the strap of the lingerie that lay against her chest, “Dressing up in this color… the way it brings out the color in your eyes. The way it accents your hair. I just… fuck principessa. What have you done to me?”

“I ordered this just for you. All for you,” Melissa murmured and a fog came over her eyes as she began to sink into a place only you could take her.

Your exterior softened slightly as you leaned in to press a kiss to her lips, “You are too sweet. My perfect little Angel.”

Melissa looked down at the words because she was anything but perfect, but from day one, you had always called her that. Now to hear that even after months apart, you still felt that way about her… she couldn’t tell if it made her heart soar or break into pieces. You immediately pulled her chin up to look at you. 

“Hey none of that my sweet Angel,” You soothed, “You are absolutely perfect… to me.”

Melissa went to say something, but you laid a finger on her lips to silence the words, “I told you I wanted to take care of you. Let me. Just for tonight.”

Melissa bit her lip, keeping back the million things she wanted to say and instead let that fuzzy place control her and erase her inhibitions, “Please…I need you.”

“How do you need me Principessa? In between those beautiful legs of yours? Or pushing you up against the wall with my fingers buried deep inside of you?” You muse pacing back and forth then stopping suddenly, “Or should I show you exactly what you are missing out on, screwing that pathetic man?” 

The older woman whimpered at this her legs involuntarily squeezing together at the thought. God it had been so long since she had been able to get off that way, and the traces of the picture of riding you still burned in the back of her brain. You chuckled darkly at her reaction and walked over to the closet, flicking on the light. You moved like you owned the place, and at one point, you were more comfortable in Melissa’s house than your own. You reached the top of the closet, pulling down a velvet red box. Opening the lid, you rummaged through the contents until you found what you were searching for. 

Walking back to the bed, you dropped a black and red strapon next to Melissa, “Couldn’t get rid of it could you?”

“No,” Melissa croaked.

“And who wears it?”

“You. Only you,” She said her voice shaking, “Please… I need…I need you.”

You smiled at her stuttering, her mind already filled with fantasies. Her green eyes were clouded and power was vibrating your skin, “If you need me, you are going to have to put it on.”

Melissa was all too eager to turn back towards you. You kicked off your Timberlands as her fingers hooked into your waistband. Her fingers were shaking as she loosened the button and pulled down the zipper. You couldn’t help but moan as her hands pulled, stopping to squeeze your ass for a moment before pushing your pants all the way down. You stepped out of them kicking them behind you.

“No underwear,” Melissa whispered and you laughed.

“You really think that much has changed in six months, princessa? I am still the same woman I was then,” You said and there was an underlining tone to your words that stalled Melissa for a moment, “You better hurry Angel. I am getting impatient.”

Melissa quickly secured the strap on before pulling at the hem of your shirt. She was a woman possessed, now her hands ghosting over your stomach and hips. Throwing your bra to the side, she squeezed and pulled at your nipples, causing your head to fall back. A large moan escaped your lips before you gently pushed her by the shoulder so she fell back against the sheets.

“You always seem to forget who is in charge here,” You tsked before leaning down to cage her underneath you, “It is me. Not you.”

You surged forward, smashing your lips against hers in a searing kiss. Melissa went to grab you, but you shoved her hands above her head, forcing them into the mattress. She knew the silent command letting her know that if she moved, she was done. You kissed down her jawline with little nips and sucks all down her neck until you settled along her collarbones. Moving the straps of the lingerie gently to the side, you bit down hard.

Melissa gasped, arching up into her hands, curling into fists to remain in place. She forgot how much you liked to bite, marking her as your own. You always left hickies where her clothes would hide them, but they were a given any time you both fell into bed together. Once you were satisfied with your work, you continued down her chest. You paused for a moment to admire her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

“Fuck principessa, you are fucking gorgeous,” You hummed, forcing the lace cups down so that she was on full display, “You might be the fucking death of me.”

“Baby.. please,” Melissa begged and you melted against her. Something about her calling you any pet name always melted you but baby had always been your favorite, “I need you.”

Your self-control almost broke, but you knew that if this was going to be the only night you had with Melissa, you had to make it count, “Almost principessa. Almost.”

Before she could respond, you took one of her nipples in your mouth with your hand squeezing the other one. Melissa screamed back, arching off the bed, all control lost as her hands found their way into your hair. You didn’t care anymore, too caught up in the task at hand. You left hickies on the underside of her breasts, making sure they both got equal attention before you finally backed away. Melissa was panting now her whole body covered in goosebumps. You pushed up the see-through fabric, exposing her underwear. You took one side, snapping it before ripping away the other side and throwing the unusable fabric across the room. 

“You won’t be needing those again. No one else gets to see you like this. Only me,” You said, and Melissa giggled. Her laughter, soft and sweet, stopped you cold. Fuck how you had missed that laugh. You couldn’t help but smile down at her, “Are you ready, principessa?”

“Yes, please…I need you inside of me,” She whispered, and you moaned. 

Grabbing the lube from the drawer in the bedside table, you applied a liberal amount before tossing the bottle. You gently slid inside Melissa enough to make her gasp but then stopped a grin across your lips, “Who do you belong to?”

“You baby,” was her automatic response, “It has always been you.”

You chose that moment to snap your hips forward and settle all the way inside of her. Melissa clawed at your back as you settled into a hard and fast rhythm. Her legs wrapped around you, pulling you closer into her body as if she could force you to become one. Her moans came quicker and louder with each thrust, and damnit, you couldn’t hold back anymore. 

“Does he fuck you like this?” You asked, jealousy you had kept buried burning underneath your skin.

“Fuck. No. Only. You. Can. Do. This,” Melissa panted a word coming out rushed with each thrust.

“Damn right,” You growled before biting down right on her pulse point.

“I’m yours. Yours. Yours,” Melissa cried out holding onto you like a lifeline as a coil began to build inside of her, “Fuck baby.. I’m gonna…”

“Give me want I want principessa,” You said never slowing down, “Give me what is mine.”

“Wait. Wait. Come with me… please baby please,” Melissa begged nuzzling into your neck.

“Fuck Angel, hold on,” You groaned your own release rushing to the surface at her words, “Fuck. Shit. Come with me, angel.” 

Melissa screamed your name as her orgasm hit her hard and fast. You followed seconds later, collapsing ontop of her. She clung to you as both of you worked to regain your breath. When her arms began to release you back up just enough to look at her. Red strands of hair were drenched in sweat clinging to her forehead. You pushed them back gently until you could see the sparkle in her green eyes. 

“Are you okay angel?” You asked gently.

“Yes,” She smiled, leaning up to kiss you gently, “I am okay baby. Better than I have been in months.”

  The moment was cut short as a loud continuous knock that sounded throughout the whole house. Melissa glanced over at her alarm clock, “Oh shit! I was supposed to have dinner with him three hours ago.”

You backed up letting her scramble from the bed and grab the robe hanging off the bathroom door. She curled it around her and paused at the bedroom door, “Wait here okay. Just.. fuck. Hold on.”

Melissa ran off leaving the door open and the tension in the room thickened. You quickly tossed the strap on across the room and went to get dressed. She had a date with him-her boyfriend- and all that cocky energy that had filled you earlier dissipated. Only to be replaced by guilt and anger. Of course a woman like Melissa Schemmenti didn't want you. No one in your life had ever chosen you. That wasn't going to change now.

You could hear the voices drifting up the hall getting louder by the second. You were already dressed ,shoes in hand ,when you heard it. He was yelling at her.  You ran down the hallway to see Melissa standing in the doorway standing her ground. Her back was rigid and he was inches from her face yelling. But Melissa never backed down only disassociated till she was cool and calm in the face of danger. It only pissed you off more that she felt like she always had to protect herself.  That she had to be strong when all she wanted was to fall apart. You grabbed her hips lifting her to safety behind you.

“She cheated on me with you! A woman!” Captain Robinson snarled his face a beet red.

“Yeah and I fuck better with a silicone dick than you ever did with a real one.”

He swung at you but you ducked to miss him just in time. While he tried to steady himself you pulled back and punched him square in the nose. He stumbled down the steps into the yard.

“I'm gonna call the cops on you!” He screamed.

“Go ahead asshole I'm the fucking Captain,” You shouted back, “and I would love to lock up a prick like you.”

He went still then as you stalked over to him finger pressed against his chest, “If you so much as ever fucking look at her again I will rip your balls off myself. Do I make myself clear?”

Robinson nodded and fled to his car peeling off down the street. You turned back to the house running back to Melissa. You grabbed her in your arms shutting the door, “Angel are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

She wrapped her arms around you, “No I'm okay baby. He just yelled…but thank you.”

“I know you don't need anyone to save you with the badass you are,” You sighed pressing a kiss to her forehead, “But you shouldn't have to do all battles alone.”

Melissa went to say something but paused taking in your full appearance, “Wait.. you were leaving? You can't leave. No.”

You groaned stepping back awkwardly, “Melissa.”

“No absolutely not don't first name me.”

“Mel, you sent me away. Six months ago I had the best week of my life. Cuddling with you, watching movies with you, cooking with you, coming home from work to your smiling face…but you iced me out. Stopped responding to any of my messages. You made it very clear I was not wanted,” You said biting your tongue till you felt blood, “I can't fucking do that again. It will break me to lose you a second time.”

“I was terrified at how fast I was falling for you. How easily you fit into my life like you were made for it. It scared me that I started to look forward to you walking in that front door. I knew that if I opened myself up…allowed myself to feel that way about someone again, and you left me. I wouldn't be able to get up again,” She said walking forward till she was clutching your shirt, “But not having you at all? That killed me more. I missed you ever second of every fucking day.”

“I missed you too,” You whispered.

“Please don't leave. Give me a second chance. Stay and let me make you fall for me all over again. I will choose you every single second of every single day for as long as you will have me. I already have been choosing you these last six months I was just too scared to admit it. I'll get on my knees and beg if I need to,” Melissa pleaded.

“You don’t have to Angel… I never stopped falling in love with you.”

“I didn't either,” Melissa admitted cupping your cheek, “Stay and let's build a chaotic messy beautiful life together.” 

“Fuck Angel you are going to be the death of me,” You said leaning in to kiss her. 

The kiss wasn't rushed or forceful just soft and full of everything you couldn't say but felt. When you finally pulled back Melissa was smiling up at you like you had handed her the world. She grabbed your hand and led you back to the bedroom. Once the door clicked shut she turned to you hands pulling at your shirt. Nothing was rushed this time it was just Melissa slow and steady relearning the  shape of your curves. Fingers tracing scars from a past she was determined to learn.

“Let me take care of you now baby” She said laying you back against the bed.

She flicked her hand motioning for you to back up till your head rested against her pillows. Once you settled the cool fabric of the sheets only causing more goosebumps to appear across your skin. She crawled across the bed separating your legs till she could stake claim between them. She placed kisses along your inner thighs leaving large hickies to make up for the ones that riddled her own chest. Finally when her warm breath brushed against your clit you bucked involuntary.

“Fuck, I missed this,” Melissa smiled fingers tracing small patterns down the outside of your thighs.

“Angel,” You groaned.

She chuckled, “I won’t make you wait baby. I was just admiring my view.”

She sent a broad lick against you and your hands immediately clutched at the sheets. You looked down for a moment and locked eyes with the red head. She dripped pure sin and she grinned into you before sucking on your clit.  You moaned arching up but she wrapped one hand around you grounding you against the mattress. The other one found its way between your legs and suddenly every nerve ending felt it was on fire. Her tongue circling your clit her fingers curling inside you the tension in your body snapped hard and fast.

When she pulled away a smile was painted on her face. You could only pant as she kissed her way up your body refusing to miss a single inch. When her lips were inches from yours all self control was lost as you surged forward. You snaked your hand between her legs to circle her clit. Melissa's head fell back the sudden movements catching her off guard.

“You are mine,” You said a mixture of a desperate plea and a statement.

Melissa placed her hand against her cheek, her green eyes burning into yours, “I'm yours. Only yours. Forever.”

And part of you wondered if you could come based on her words alone. But it was Melissa who came seconds later her eyes never leaving yours. She fell against your chest after her body involuntarily shivering. You clutched for the covers pulling them up around you. Melissa traced patterns along your skin connecting scars to freckles.

“Will you tell me what these are from one day?” She asked stopping at a grouping of small scars along your hips.

“One day,” You promised, “But for now you should get some rest Angel.”

“Do you work tomorrow?” Mel asked nuzzling against your neck.

“Yes unfortunately but not till 1pm.”

You  pulled Melissa tighter to you as she wrapped her arm across your waist, “I'll make you a big breakfast and pack you a lunch. After work…”

She trailed off a hint of hesitation in her voice. You leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead, “I'll come home to you.”

Melissa smiled sleepily the day finally catching up to her. She clung to you like you might disappear while she slept. You only held her closer and whispered, “I'll always come home to you Angel. Now get some sleep, I'll be right here.

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Those personal experiences had been… less than savory and sure as hell not sweet. Men were clumsy, only out for their own pleasure, and not nearly as adventurous as she had hoped. You, however, were entirely different. Over the past year of being together, you had opened a whole new world to Melissa. She had experimented with women in the past, but none of them was quite like you. Who showed her what it meant to be loved, cherished, desired. You were everything she had never dared to dream about.

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Her eyes scan over your body as if you were a blank canvas waiting for her to create a masterpiece. However, Melissa isn't equipped with paint and a brush, she has chocolate, strawberries, and a can of whip cream. Goosebumps coat your skin as the anticipation starts to eat away at you.

Her nail traces the skin on your stomach from bottom to top before stopping at the bottom of your breasts. “Relax, mi amore, I'll take care of you soon.”

Finally her hand flexes around the chocolate syrup bottom and she flips the lid off with a simple flick of her nail. She makes big swoops along your body and it is only because she speaks each letter out loud that you know what she is spelling.

M-E-L-I-S-S-A S-C-H-E-M-M-E-N-T-I

Her eyes glow as she finishes her mark on you. You feel the liquid rolling down your skin sending a shiver down your spine. The redhead doesn't stop there though. She tossed the lid for the whip cream shaking the container. With a simple flick of her wrist she covers each of your nipples and belly button.

You think she is done until she taps the side of your face gently with the nozzle of the container. You open your mouth and a heap of whip cream falls inside. Her tongue follows shortly after as she smashes her lips into yours. It is a kiss full of desperation, and a promise, that she is absolutely set out to ruin you.

She pulls away pulling at your bottom lip before she moves down your jawline. She nips and sucks in a frenzied manner. Melissa doesn't want to take her time today, she has a future full of teasing you, this is all about devouring you. Today is about feeding that thing inside of her that can never seem to get enough of you.

When Melissa reaches your breasts the whip cream has melted slightly dripping down the sides and onto the sheets. She grins at the sight, licking your first breast quickly before swooping to the next one. Your skin is on fire as her tongue traces the pattern of the melted cream as if she can’t waste a single drop. You would be embarrassed by the way you are chanting her name but you know she loves it.

It’s why she wrote her name across you in the first place. You are hers: to love, to claim, to destroy: however she sees fit.

She glances down at your stomach for a moment, your chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath. Her fingers gently pluck a deep red strawberry from the bow, twirling it for a moment, before she dips it in the whip cream and across the letters of her name. Once it is completely coated in chocolate she places it against her lips, sucking it gently for a moment before biting off the tip.

“Strawberries have always been my favorite,” she grins before dangling it out in front of you. You take a bite and she throws the stem back into the bowl. Her gaze turns back towards you. “Now where was I?”

Your back is arching off the bed as her tongue runs across your body. As she works to get you clean her hands are everywhere. One moment they are pinching your nipples, the next they are running down your sides, then teasing between your thighs. You are a whimpering mess by the time she finally places a kiss on your pelvic bone.

She spreads your legs open and you blush when you realize you are literally dripping onto the sheet below you. This only makes Melissa smile however as she pulls out another strawberry. She runs it between your folds, one, twice, three times before pulling it back. It glistens in the soft light of the bedroom and she stares at it for a moment. Finally she bites it, moaning at the taste.

When she finally opens her eyes she smiles greedily. “Now that mi amore might be my favorite meal.”

She sinks between your legs and her hot breath along your clit makes your body tense automatically. Melissa wraps her arms around your hips anchoring you to her before she sets to work. She licks and sucks like a woman possessed. Her tongue swirls in and out of you as her nose brushes against your clit.

“Melissa…fuck…shit…shit,” you whimper as you get closer and closer to the edge.

She doesn't stop, just moves to suck on your clit so two fingers can slide easily inside you. Your head falls back and your back bows off the bed. Her free hand digs into you trying to keep you still but the effort is pointless. You are bucking into her fingers, grinding against face, too lost to find your release to stop even if you wanted to.

Second later, with a curl of her fingers Melissa sends you spiraling off the cliff. You come around her and she fucks you through it, not stopping until your energy is spent and you collapse back against the sheets. She pulls away panting as she kisses back up your body.

She places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Rest up mi amore, I still have so much planned for you. After we get you cleaned up.”

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“I can still go to work,” you murmur, your throat scratching with the effort as you attempt to sit up. 

She gently pushes you back down as she clicks her tongue. “No, you ain’t. You can barely stay awake, and your fever ain’t getting better. The only thing that I want you to do is lie here until I get back.” She leans down to kiss your forehead gently. “Damn this sub shortage.”

You know that Melissa would much rather stay home with you, taking care of you until this sickness passes, but she searched half of Philly and couldn’t find a sub. It was also the biggest reason why you felt so guilty about staying home. There was going to be no one to cover your art classes for the day, and it was the favorite part of the kids’ day. 

As if reading your mind, your girlfriend tucks the blankets tighter around you before comforting your nerves. “Mi amore, Janine and I are going to combine forces and still give the kiddos their art classes for the day. The second graders will not miss out on their art time. I promise you.”

You give her a wobbly smile and feel the prick of tears. Melissa’s heart sinks as she looks at you, her face cupping your cheek gently. You melt into her touch, doing your best to contain your emotions. You are always a little all over the place when you are sick, but Melissa was used to it now. She loved every part of you…even the part that came with tears and snotty noses. 

“I will come visit you at lunch,” Melissa says, kissing your lips gently. “Get some rest. I love you.”

You go to speak, but it comes out in a squeak. Melissa opens the water bottle she placed on your nightstand and places it against your lips. You take a large sip, and when you nod your head, the older woman pulls the bottle away. That is when your eyes flick over to your nightstand. Your phone is on the charger next to a bottle of water and a plethora of your go-to snacks. There is cold medicine, cough drops, and even tea bags with post-it note instructions on when to take them. Underneath your medicine is the book that you have been reading. 

The sight of it all makes you want to cry again. “I love you, Mel,” you whimper, your arms leaving the burrito of the blankets to reach for her. “I love you so much.”

Melissa hugs you tightly before ushering you back under the blankets. “I know you do, mi amore. Not nearly as much as I love you, but it is the thought that counts.” You giggle as Melissa glances at the clock. “Okay, I have to get going, but I will be back soon.”

You nod and watch her leave the bedroom, shutting the door with a soft click behind her. You stay awake long enough to hear her music start blaring through the speakers. It doesn’t matter that the sun hasn’t even risen; Melissa is going to jam, and it's your favorite thing about her. When the sound disappears down the street, you fall back into a fevered sleep. 

When lunch arrives, Melissa sprints from the doors of the school and is home within minutes. She takes the stairs two at a time, calling out your name. The older woman opens the door to find you sprawled in the middle of the bed, asleep with your book propped open on your chest. The water bottle is empty, and some of the snacks have disappeared. There are remnants of medicine wrappers, and Melissa can’t help but grin. You have been following her orders after all. 

She doesn’t want to wake you, just moves the book gently off your chest, marking your spot before she places it back on the nightstand. You stir slightly but then fall back asleep. Melissa spends her lunch sitting on the edge of the bed, running her fingers gently through her hair. When she has to leave, she checks her crock pot full of chicken noodle soup, then heads out the door. 

You don’t wake up again until Melissa comes back from the school day, her arms overflowing with construction paper. She plops down on the bed with a huge smile on her face. 

“You didn’t come for lunch. You promised,” you pout, sitting up against the headboard so you can look at her. 

“I did come for lunch,” your girlfriend responds, placing the construction paper in front of you. “You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you. I did sit by your side and play with your hair while scrolling through Instagram.”

“You are addicted to that damn phone,” you tease.

“And you sound like you are feeling better,” Melissa grins in return. She finally nods down to the paper on your lap. “Alright, now look at the cards the kids made you. They were very excited about them, and I promised to film the entire thing.”

You immediately throw up your hand as Melissa raises the camera. “I look like shit, Mel! Please don’t.”

“Come on, baby,” she pouts, her bottom lip protruding out. “I made them a promise, and I don’t want to let them down.”

You roll your eyes, dropping your hand as you let out a sigh. You look through each of the cards, your eyes filling with so many tears that soon you can’t see past them at all. Each card has a version of kids hoping you get better soon or telling you about a time they got sick. The construction paper was covered in crayons, markers, colored pencils, and so much glitter. So much glitter that soon it was covering the bed and had gotten in your hair. When you get to the final card, you murmur out a thank you and promise the kids that you will be back soon. 

Melissa flips off the camera and gathers you in her arms. She kisses you along your hairline and down your jaw. “That was great, baby.”

“You better not send that to Ava,” you hiccup, wiping away your tears. “She will post it on TikTok, and I will become instantly famous for being the sick art teacher.”

Melissa can’t help but laugh. “At least you look cute.” You groan, trying to squirm out of her arms, but instead she pulls you onto her lap. “No running away from me. I am here to kiss you, feed you chicken noodle soup, and make sure you get better.”

You melt into her, nuzzling into her chest as she begins to tell you all about her day at work. When she is done, she runs you a bath and helps you sink into it. She sits on the edge of the tub washing your hair, humming along to the music coming from her phone. She isn’t the greatest singer, but you still smile as she tries her best to sing along to your favorite songs. 

After your bath and you are in a new set of pajamas Melissa picked up at the store, she tucks you back into bed. A bowl of chicken noodle soup is placed in your lap, along with a plate of rolls that have your mouth watering. Melissa props up a laptop at the end of the bed, putting on Survivor before she slides next to you, wrapping one arm gently around your hip. You eat, and for the first time in days, you actually can keep it down. 

Melissa is so excited by this that she dances down the hall and stairs when she goes to return the bowl to the sink. The energy that you had is short-lived, however, as the medicine starts to wear off. Soon, your eyes are drooping, and you are shaking again. 

Your girlfriend gives you another dose of medicine before pulling you flush against her. Your hot breath tickles her neck as she pulls the covers around you. Your arm goes to cling to her shirt as her arms wrap around you to practically pull you on top of her. 

“You are going to get sick, Mel,” you murmur, trying to push away. 

Melissa scoffs before kissing your forehead. “I don’t care. I just want to hold my baby until she feels better.”

Which is exactly what she does. She rubs circles along the small of your back and recites Peter Rabbit to you from memory. You fall asleep in her arms, refusing to let go of the older woman.

Three days later, you are feeling better and are getting dressed to sub for Melissa as she lies in bed, a Kleenex sticking out of one of her nostrils. You lean over to kiss her head. 

“I told you that you would get sick.”

She shrugs with a smile playing along her lips. “It was worth it, taking care of you is all that matters.”

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You blink your eyes slowly, trying to reorient yourself to your surroundings. There is a split second of peace when you realize that you are in Olivia’s bed, curled against her side, before you remember what is happening. She is tracing the bites along your back, counting them softly under her breath, as if trying to figure out the pieces to a puzzle that she doesn’t have a diagram for. You scramble to the edge of the bed and find the first shirt you can get your hands on so that you can put it on.

Olivia jumps at your sudden movement, visibly confused by your behavior. She reaches for your arm to pull you back but you yank it away from her as you get off the bed. The next time Olivia blinks, you’re wedged in the furthest corner of the room with your legs to your chest and your arms wrapped around your legs.

It is in these moments that you wish that Olivia weren’t as stubborn as she is. She only waits a couple of moments before wrapping the top sheet around her and following after you. The purple fabric cascades around her and you wish for a moment that you hadn’t fallen asleep at all. If you had been awake, you could still be nestled inside that safe cocoon instead of fighting back a panic that you haven’t felt in years.

“Baby,” Olivia says gently, stopping a couple feet in front of you. You can tell that she wants to reach out but she pauses, trying to figure out what to do next. “You were sleeping and I…I noticed that you have a lot of bites on your back.”

You attempt to force words out of your throat but they sit like an anchor in your throat that threatens to drag you under. Your arms move so that your fingers can dig into your hair, your nails scraping at your scalp to try and rid yourself of the memories that are floating to the surface.

There’s blood on you bare back. You feel it slowly running down your side, down your arm. You feel the pain of three different sets of fangs at different times as they sink into your skin. Their moans fill your ears, muting the sound of your weakened winces and cries. You’re so tired, and yet part of you is hanging on. You don’t know why, since the longer you hang on, the more your suffering continues. You reach up to wipe away a trail of blood that reaches your peripheral vision but it’s useless, your hand coming back covered in more blood.

“Y/N, Y/N,” Olivia calls out, her hand gently shaking your shoulder now to get your attention.

Your focus snaps back to her brown eyes that are riddled with fear. You look down to realize that you have clawed little marks into your forearms. Except this time there is no blood that rushes like in the memories. Nothing comes out because you don’t have a beating heart anymore. All you are is a monster.

“I’m here,” Olivia says, wrapping your arms around her.

She slots herself against you so that you can feel her warmth along your arms and through the t-shirt you hastily threw on. She raises a hand to gently force your head up to look at her. She lets her thumb run slowly up and down your jawline as she searches your eyes for what could be going on.

“Talk to me,” she pleads, her voice cracking.

You lean your forehead against hers so you don’t have to look her in the eye. “I really wish you hadn’t seen those,” you murmur.

Olivia can feel the dread pulsing across the bond stronger than she’s ever felt any other emotion. Her hands wrap around your neck to make sure that you stay pressed against her. Before the question even leaves her mouth, she is terrified of the answer but she knows that she has to ask.

“What are they from?”

You shake your head before your fingers get the chance to curl around her hips. “No. No. We aren’t talking about this. No.”

Olivia moves back to try and catch your eye but you take this time to nuzzle into her neck instead. You wrap your arms around her tighter causing her to momentarily lose her breath.

“Please, don’t make me talk about this,” you whisper into her neck. “Just forget you ever saw them at all. Please, I’m begging you.”

The resolve in Olivia wavers for a moment but she can’t let it go. Not when she can clearly see that keeping it inside is slowly poisoning you. Instead, she lets her fingers curl through your hair so she can make gentle circles along your scalp.

“Whatever happened to you is not your fault. What happened to you doesn’t make you the monster,” she murmurs, tilting her head to kiss your temple. “Please tell me what happened.”

You know that you can’t tell her what happened. The words have made it clear that they will stay stuck in your throat no matter how hard you try to force them out. So you do something that you promised yourself you would never do: transfer thoughts to Olivia.

Your fingers come up to cradle her temple and her body jolts as you open the pathway to your mind for the first time in decades.

“Are you sure?” You ask again.

She simply nods, and you can feel her body brace for whatever is about to happen.

-~-

The street you walk on is dark, with the oil lamps offering minimal light. When you had set out earlier, it hadn’t been nearly as bleak. When the storm clouds had rolled over the moon, it created a different scene that you weren’t prepared for. It wouldn’t have been nearly as costly if you had been keeping better track of time, because then you would have made it home before they started to prowl the streets.

Vampires weren't just fairy tales back then. They were monsters who ruled the streets and took whatever they wanted. Those who questioned their power were killed on the spot, those who went along with what was asked often fared a much better fate. Sometimes. Which is why you didn't fight when a pair of hands snuck out of the darkness and snatched you. You merely closed your eyes and tried to brace for the impact.

It is here that you first feel Olivia fighting back against the memory. She doesn't understand why you didn't fight back. Why this version of you seem so pliant.

You reach across the bond to explain: Back then, saying no to men was not a choice. No was a death sentence.

Olivia shudders at the confession. She forgot that while your body hasn't changed, you have endured years of a world she had no access to. You think about stopping there to spare her the cruelty that you know follows. She reads your thoughts and places a hand over yours so you can’t remove it.

You show her the three men who drag you through the woods then. Vampires with blood still running down their face and a void in their eyes that can't be fed. Their hands rip at your dress until the breeze rolls across goosebumps that seem to cover every inch of your body.

Olivia has to endure every brush of their hand as they take what was never theirs. She writhes at the way your focus collapses when they begin feeding off of you. They keep you right on the edge of consciousness long enough to torment you again and again. She sees the blood that drips down your limbs and fill your mouth when you bite back screams. Olivia feels every detail of your pain until you finally go still.

The stillness makes her heart race and her mind fill with fear because this is the closest to death she has ever seen you be, despite knowing that you make it through. Her fear only settles when you awake in a body that is both yours and not at the same time. The first words you hear as a vampire and the last one she hears of the memory is a grainy voice crackling with laughter.

“Welcome to the world of the undead, my pet.”

You let go of her temple once the story is done. As Olivia snaps back into her body, you feel her tremor from having to readjust but she doesn’t let go. She nuzzles her face into your neck and you feel the way her tears wet the shirt you put on.

“Thank you for sharing that with me. I’m so sorry they did that to you,” she murmurs, squeezing you closer to her.

“You don’t think I’m a monster?” You ask with a tremor in your voice.

She pulls back to cup your cheek gently and press a kiss to your nose. “I think you are one of the most amazing people I have ever met.”

“I don’t deserve you, Olivia Benson.”

“You deserve the world,” Olivia corrects you, “I am merely trying to hand it to you.”

You laugh, leaning in to kiss her. “I love you.”

Olivia smiles, reaching down for your hand. “Now come back to bed with me.”

Right before you are about to get under the covers, Olivia stops you and reaches for the hem of your shirt. She pauses to search your eyes for consent. You give it to her with a simple nod. She pulls the shirt over your head and throws it out of easy reach. She nuzzles her head against your shoulder as you lay back down again, placing a soft kiss to the bite that occupies that space.

“I thought you said you couldn’t sleep,” she whispers as she places more kisses along your back.

Your body vibrates as she finds another bite and gives it another open-mouthed kiss. Your hand curls into the sheet as her hand begins to make small circles down your side.

“I didn’t know I could sleep. There were rumors that we could go into a sleep-like state, but I guess I just never felt safe enough to let myself get there.”

You feel Olivia smirk against your skin as she moves to kiss further down your back. “Are you saying that you feel safe here?”

“I’m with you, so of course it feels safe.”

You feel Olivia’s heart fluttering through the bond and it soothes the ache that has gown in your chest since she found the bites. The bites that she is becoming well acquainted with as she kisses down your back. With every bite she murmurs a phrase that sends your thoughts spiraling.

You have beautiful eyes and a smile that lights up the room. You make every day brighter. You are the kindest person I know. Your strength and compassion inspire me every day. Your smile makes my heart sing. You are my star in the darkness. You bring out the best in me. You are my biggest support. You are so wise. You make forever seem like something I can commit to. You are my safe place. You always know the right things to say. You show me what it is like to be truly cared for. You make me feel like I deserve to be alive. You are not a monster.

Fifteen in total. A kiss to erase the horrible memories that are associated with each bite. It doesn’t absolve you of all the thoughts running in your head but they act as a replacement, something to ease the pain that lingers there. It is the first time since they appeared that you haven't felt like a monster.

She pulls on your shoulder until you are laying down. She moves to lay across you placing a soft kiss to your mouth. “I love you.”

You murmur back “I love you,” as she kisses down your jaw. She skims her teeth along your neck until she gets to your pulse point and you think she is going to bite you. You moan at the thought, suddenly turned on by the idea, but she continues on.

She kisses down your chest until she gently flicks her tongue over your nipple. You groan, your chest arching towards her. She takes the hint and moves a hand to cup your breast. Her thumb flicks your nipple as her mouth begins to suck on the other one.

“Liv,” you whimper as you feel the familiar coil building in your stomach.

She grins against your skin as she switches breasts. Olivia may have never slept with a woman before, but she’s a quick learner and is determined to make your thoughts fade into something lighter and softer. It’s already working by the time she starts to leave open mouth kisses by your stomach.

Your legs fall open to accommodate her but she determines that it isn't enough. Her hands grab your thighs and spread them further apart. You jump as her warm finger slides across your clit.

“I can't believe I'm the one who gets to make you feel like this,” she murmurs as she kisses your inner thigh. “My heart, my soul, my life…all yours.”

Your chest aches at her words and you reach for her hand to find a way to ground yourself. She takes it with a smile, letting her fingers curl around yours. She leans forward to place a soft kiss on your clit.

“You are the most amazing person I have ever met,” she whispers.

You think about telling her she is wrong, that you aren't a person at all, but she silences these thoughts by tentatively swiping her tongue along your core from entrance to clit. You moan softly when she hones her focus on your clit.

“That’s it baby. Right there,” you encourage her.

You feel pride flutter across the bond when she realizes that she is doing a good job. You put a hand in her hair when she swirls her tongue around your clit. You worry for a moment it will startle her but it does the exact opposite. She speeds up, her swirls turning to quick, firm flicks.

“Shit I'm,” you choke out fingers scraping across her scalp. “I'm going to cum baby.”

Olivia moans against you at your warning and presses herself closer to you, her tongue dipping into your entrance as you finally let go. You think that will be the end but her tongue returns to your clit to make room for her fingers that curl inside of you.

“Oh shit. Shit. Shit,” you growl as you feel yourself approaching another orgasm.

Your hips grinds against her and with how her fingers curl against your g-spot perfectly, you know you won’t last long.

“I love you. I love being yours. I'm yours forever,” you tell Olivia as you pull on her hair.

She moans into you and that is when you fall apart. During your haze of the second orgasm you realize Olivia is cumming too with her free hand between her own legs. When she pulls away there is an easy smile on her face. She kisses each of your thighs before sliding up to lay next to you.

“Are you sure you haven't done this before?” You ask teasingly.

“Never,” she smiles as she curls you to her. “You make everything safe, easy.” She kisses your forehead. “You're the only one for me.”

You place your ear on Olivia’s chest, listening to the way her heart beat sounds in your ear to help you drift back into that same place of safety you felt the night before. You don't know how to tell her that you listen to her heart to remember how to feel real. To remind that little monster crawling around your head that there is someone whose heart beats perfectly for you. It is with every thump that you feel like maybe you can last one more second.

Olivia’s fingers trace gently up and down your spine before her curiosity finally boils over to break the bubble you have created. “What happened to the men who turned you?”

“I killed them,” you state simply. You then add, “well, two of them.”

You refuse to look up in case you have shattered everything you have built and rush to explain. “Newborn vampires are particularly…aggressive. They are hard to control and those who are turned during acts of violence often seek revenge. Roberto, the one who you heard at the end, used to this advantage. He let me hunt the other men down and I…I….”

You pause then, your stomach turning as you remember the violence you had unleashed upon the men. It was well deserved and not even a fraction of what you had endured, but it didn't mean that you had to remember it with joy.

“I killed them,” you murmur, heartbroken, “and when I was done Roberto unleashed me on others. Other vampires. Men. Women…children.” Your fingers dig into Olivia’s hips but she doesn't move, she just holds you closer. “I became his pet, a monster who did whatever he asked.”

“Where is he now?” Olivia asks.

“It’s been years since we have crossed paths. When I started to control my instincts and fight against him, we battled. It was scrappy and I almost won, but he got away. I tracked him for months, but when the trail went cold I gave up.”

You can feel Olivia’s anger over the bond. It consumes her rational thought and you know she wants to hunt this man down for herself. You move your head to look at the blackness that consumes her vision. You lean up to kiss her but even then, it takes a few seconds before her body melts into yours.

“Let it go, Liv. He isn't worth it,” you murmur when you pull away.

Olivia shakes her head. “He hurt you. He killed you.”

“And if he hadn't, I wouldn't be in this bed with you,” you remind her, which makes her heart clench. “Please Olivia, just stay in bed with me.”

You can tell the thought still lingers in the back of her mind. You know she won't let this go easily. Olivia is as stubborn as they come, but the chance of her actually being able to find and hurt Roberto is so slim you try not to worry. You already worry enough about Olivia while she is working but at least those are humans she is dealing with. Not some power hungry vampire.

Finally Olivia relents and kisses your forehead. “I love you baby, more than anything in the world.”

You smile nuzzling closer to her feeling the demon finally settle in your mind. “I love you too Liv.”

She wraps her arms tighter around you until she feels your body still. She panics for a moment, afraid something happened to you so she pushes in her mind to find the bond. It isn't perfect, she is limited in her human ability but she finds a strand of it lingering. She pulls at it gently to feel the happiness and love that radiates from your side of the bond. You merely sunk back into that place of trance like sleep that Olivia still can't believe you are safe enough to reach. She kisses your forehead, her fingers still tracing the bites scattered along your back. She vows then that she won't stop until she finds the man that made you believe that you were a monster.

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It takes all your self-control not to strangle the man, a side effect of the strained bond, but the anger becomes overtaken by the fear that follows when you can’t feel her within the city limits. You search the limits of your bond, trying to find her, but instead, you feel nothing. At least when you two were arguing, you could still pinpoint where she was. This is a kind of absence that makes your skin crawl. 

Your final resort is to wait outside her apartment door. Her scent is faint, showing that she has not been inside in a couple of days, but you don’t know where else to wait for her. You sit with your back pressed against the door, being completely ignored by all of her neighbors who walk by. You don’t know how long you sit there before it becomes overstimulating. 

The scents of every human in the building try to push their way past Olivia’s scent, which you attempt to cling to. You can smell her faintly under the door, but mostly you have been keeping one of her shirts pressed to your nose. She “accidentally” left it the other day when she slipped on your shirt to head out after her call. The smell is fading, but it is enough to keep you at bay while you wait. You just hope that she shows up sooner rather than later.  

Your forehead presses against your knees, trying to block out everything, when the elevator dings. Normally, you ignore it, but this time you can smell the person who steps off the platform. Your eyes shoot up to find Olivia running an anxious hand through her curls. Her thoughts bombard you in an onslaught of panicked thoughts. She is exhausted from the case, but mostly she is terrified about you. 

She is going to think I changed my mind about her moving in. She is going to think I left her, but I couldn’t get the asshole to confess. If only she had a fucking cellphone, I could have called her. What do I do? Where is she going to be?

You shoot to your feet, suddenly nervous as her gaze locks on yours. She blinks rapidly as if confirming that you are actually standing there and then breaks out into a sprint. She hurdles her body into you, and your arms immediately wrap around her. You breathe her in, letting the ache in your chest settle.

“You’re really here,” she whispers, her hands desperately clinging to your neck. “I was just about to go looking for you.”

“I am,” you mumble. “I'm sorry for intruding on your space and showing up unannounced. I just…I hadn't seen you in a couple of days. I wanted to make sure you were safe…and it sounds so silly now.”

“It isn’t silly at all,” she reassures you, never once loosening her grip. “I have been worried about you, too. I didn’t want you to think that I had changed my mind, but I couldn’t tell you that because you don’t have a phone.”

Your nose curls at the mention of the futuristic technology. “You mean those little brainwashing machines that everyone carries around in their pockets? Sounds awful.”

Olivia can’t help the laughter that spills out of her. “I love you.”

Your vision blurs, and a thrumming starts under your skin. The bond that was starting to disintegrate due to the distance comes back stronger. Soon, Olivia is all that you can smell, her presence trumping every other human in the building. You feel the beating of her heart as if it were your own. 

“Say it again,” you say, convinced that you must have misheard her. 

“I love you,” Olivia repeats, her cheeks burning a dark shade of red.

“Not as much as I love you,” you respond before smashing your lips to hers. 

The kiss is frantic, teeth crashing, until you tug down on her bottom lip. She lets out a large moan, which shoots right to your core. It also makes you realize how exposed you both are. You know her neighbors have been oblivious to your presence, but that doesn’t mean they should have free access to the show that is unfolding. You pull away just far enough to still feel her hot breath on your lips.

“You ready to show me around my new home?” You ask in a teasing murmur. 

There is a rush of emotions that courses through Olivia as she nods. It has been years since she shared her space with someone. There is a moment of anxiety that runs through her as she tries to remember if she even cleaned the apartment before she left. However, with you looking at her like she had delivered you the stars and the moon, it doesn’t really matter.

“Our home,” she says, tangling her fingers in yours. 

She pulls the keys from her pocket and slides them into the lock. There is a moment when the door swings open that you feel a rush of butterflies against her stomach. They are instantly soothed as she pulls you inside. 

Her apartment is exactly how you imagined it in your head. There are pictures of her and the rest of her squad scattered around, some books piled on tables, and case files spread everywhere.  Finally, your eyes catch onto a hoodie that is draped across the back of her couch. 

“Hey, I have been looking for that. When did you steal it from me?”

Olivia merely shrugs with a mischievous look in her eyes. “Doesn’t matter now, does it. You live here and so do all of your things.”

Your fingers curl into the loops of her slacks, and you pull her flush against you. Her arms automatically go to wrap around your shoulders like they were made to be there, which, honestly, they have been. Every part of Olivia seems to slot against you like a puzzle that finally found its missing piece. You gently nuzzle your face against her, encouraging her to meet your lips in a kiss. 

This kiss is just as desperate as the one in the hallway. Olivia attempts to fill it with all the words she doesn't know how to say. You don't need the explanation, though; you see the thoughts rushing through her mind. For once, Olivia can see the light at the end of the tunnel, the way through the darkness; instead of being drowned by it, she sees hope.

You move back to see Olivia’s pupils blown wide. Her cheeks burn a bright red, and her chest shakes as she tries to catch her breath. Her large inhales and exhales show the bite mark that has finally started to fade. The sight of your old fang indents is enough to send you into a spiral.

This is the desperation that is supposed to come with a bond. This all-consuming need to be touching and feeding off a partner. It is the only way to curb the desire that consumes every cell in your body after the initial connection. 

“Excited, my love?” You tease, already knowing the answer.

“More than excited,” she giggles softly. In a much quieter voice, she adds. “I’ve never been with a woman before.”

There is a shame that lingers in her thoughts after she admits it. You can tell that she is worried she won't be able to satisfy the desire that she knows lives inside of you. You merely smile at how wrong her worries are. Olivia could do next to nothing, and you would feel like the luckiest vampire alive. All you want is her. 

“That’s okay,” you say softly. Your hands move from her waist to her upper arms, stroking the bare skin and the hem of her sleeves. “The easiest way to explain it is it’s a lot like masturbating, you’re just doing it to someone else. But I‘ll show you and talk you through it.”

“Show me?” Olivia asks nervously.

“I'm assuming you have a mirror,” you say casually. Olivia nods, and you take her hand gently. “Then let me show you.”

It only takes a couple of seconds to pop Olivia’s full-length mirror off the door and prop it against the dresser. You settle Olivia at the edge of the bed in view of the glass. Her eyes immediately lock onto your reflection as you move to your knees.

“I can see you,” she whispers, amazed at this new information. 

You laugh as you slowly unzip her boots and toss them to the side. “You have been relying on Google vampire lore too much, my love. I can see my reflection.”

“Does this mean we can take a picture together?” She asks softly as you pull off her socks.

You pause to look up at her. Of all the things she could be asking right now, all she wants is a picture. A picture of you. Which from her thoughts alone you know she craves desperately. To have a piece of you she can take with her wherever she goes. So you give in, even though pictures are a complicated part of vampire life.

“Yes…we can take pictures together,” you reassure her, your hands gently opening her thighs. “We can even start now if you are interested.”

Olivia’s cheeks burn as you work to open the button of her slacks. “I…I…would rather just focus on you right now.”

“Next time, then,” you say as she lifts her hips to help you pull down her pants. “Also, the focus tonight is on you, baby.”

You spread her legs further apart, kiss up her inner thighs with soft open-mouth kisses. Olivia’s hands clutch at the sheets next to her hips as she tries to calm the beating in her heart. You give her a gentle bite at the apex of her hip that makes her whimper. 

Just as she thinks you are about to pull off her underwear, you sit up on your knees instead. Your hands fall to her waist as Olivia leans down to kiss you again. Your hands slowly slip beneath her shirt, fingers making lazy patterns on her skin. You feel her stomach muscles jump beneath your cold touch, goosebumps forming as your hands push her shirt further up. 

Her whole body stills when you pass over a scar along her ribs. You choose not to ask about it, merely lean forward to kiss it softly. Her breath hitches, and you wonder how long she has gone thinking her scars make her broken instead of strong. 

“You are gorgeous,” you murmur when you finally get her shirt over her head. “I love you.”

Her face is a beautiful pink as the compliment settles in her bones. “I love you too.”

Your hands go to unclip her bra, and you moan when it falls away, fully exposing her to you. You knew she was gorgeous, but you never knew she would look like a goddess sent down on this Earth just for you. That thought sends another moan down your lips. It is followed shortly by Olivia’s moan when one hand goes to cup her breast, your thumb gently flicking her nipple.

“So. Fucking. Perfect,” you growl.

Her fingers lace through your hair as you leave open-mouthed kisses on one breast while your hand kneads and pulls the other. Her eyes flick between looking down at you, your fangs barely poking out as you scrape her skin, and in the mirror where she can see you nestled between her legs.

“Baby,” she whimpers when you bite down gently on her nipple. 

Her hips arch towards you, and your free hand pushes her back towards the bed. You pull back slightly, kissing the breast you were just giving attention to. 

“I'm taking my time,” you murmur, kissing lightly on her other breast. “It’s not a race.”

Oliva wants to protest that yes, it is in fact a race. The kind of race where she needs you inside of her immediately, otherwise her skin may catch on fire. 

You grin at her thoughts, finally kissing down her stomach when you feel like you have given her chest ample attention. Her fingers gently scrape your scalp, attempting to encourage you to be faster. It doesn't work.

Instead, you attempt to memorize every inch of her skin with soft kisses and tiny scrapes of your teeth. Olivia’s legs are shaking now, her hips clenching around your body in an attempt to find any relief. You offer her none, content to map out everything Olivia has to offer you. You only pause when she whimpers in impatience.

“You are doing so good baby,” you murmur before your fingers slide to the hem of her underwear. “Now lift your hips.”

She complies eagerly, betraying how excited she is. You toss the underwear to the side, separating her legs even further apart. Your tongue comes out to lick your lips as you realize how wet she is.

“You are dripping, Liv,” you murmur, your finger gently swiping through her folds. 

Olivia stutters out a moan, her head tipping back as her curls cascade down her back. “It’s all for you.”

“Only me?” You question before you can stop yourself.

Her eyes flick down to yours as her hand goes to curl around the one that is resting on her hip. “Only you. I'm yours. Only yours.”

You grin at these words, and the last self-control you clung to slips through your fingers. You grab one of Olivia’s legs, throwing it over your shoulder, which catches her off guard for only a moment before you start licking her clit. 

“Oh shit,” she moans, her fingers tightening in your hair, caught off guard by the quick movement.

Olivia has been eaten out before, but never like this. Never with someone she loved. Never with someone’s tongue pressing hard against her clit and then gently slipping inside her. She bucks her hips against you, her eyes torn between watching you in the mirror and tugging your hair.

It is only when she bites down hard on her bottom lip to stop a particularly loud moan that you stop. She whimpers at the sound loss of your tongue on her, and her body involuntarily clenches around something that isn't there.

“Don't hold back,” you tell her, watching as her chest heaves from trying to catch her breath. “I want to hear you. You sound sexy, and I love knowing that I'm the one who does that to you.”

She merely nods, her thoughts flustered by the fact that you easily slipped one finger inside of her. You click your tongue before sliding in a second, momentarily curling them so her hips jump towards you.

“Come on, baby, I told you I want to hear you. Now give me what’s mine.”

She moans this time as your fingers curl to that perfect spot inside her. “All yours,” she pants, fingers curling back around your hand. “Please.”

She doesn’t even know what she is begging for, just knows that the plea forces you back to her. You don't hold back this time, sucking on her clit in perfect sync with the bump of your fingers.

Olivia’s eyes are glued to the mirror now. Her one leg shakes around your shoulder while the other one extends towards the floor, trying to stabilize herself. Her chest and cheeks burn a bright red as she works hard to control her breath. 

The most interesting part of the image in the glass is you, though. The way your body moves in sync with hers, hair tangled in her fingers to bring her closer and closer to the edge. Which finally spills over when you bite down gently on her clit.

Her whole body arches up to you as a series of whimpering moans falls from her mouth. You think about stopping until you realize she is still moving against you. Even after your fingers slow, she continues to grind against your face like she can’t get enough.

“Don't stop, don’t,” she whines, collapsing back onto her elbows, mirror entirely forgotten. “Don't fucking stop.”

You grin before redoubling your efforts. Your fingers thrust hard against her, stopping for only a moment to add a third to the mix. You can tell that alone sends her closer to another orgasm as she clenches around your fingers. It comes seconds later when your tongue presses down hard on her clit. Her body arches off the bed, and her thighs shake.

“Oh god…oh shit…oh god,” she moans out as her body rides and then crashes from her high.

When her body finally relaxes, you pull out of her gently. She grunts at the loss, whimpering when you place one final soft kiss on her clit. 

As you stand, she grabs for your wrist weakly. She pulls you towards her so that she can wrap her mouth around the three fingers that were just inside of her. Your eyes flutter close as a moan escapes you, but you recover quickly.

“You know,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss the side of her mouth. “My name isn’t oh god, but it sure does sound good when it leaves your mouth.”

Her laugh is shaky as she gently slaps your arm. “Shut up.”

“Never,” you grin, kissing her gently. “You did amazing, baby.”

Her cheeks burn at the compliment, eyes watching you as you go to stand up. “Where are you going?”

“To get you cleaned up.”

The pout that forms on her lips is instant, her legs coming to wrap around you so you can't move. “It’s my turn.”

“Olivia, you don't have to,” you tell her as you watch her body struggle to find equilibrium.

“I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel,” she protests. “Now get undressed and get up here.”

You know you should put up more of a fight, but with her leaning up on her elbows, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and her pulse thudding against her neck, you can’t say no. She moves higher on the bed so she isn’t hanging off the edge and watches as your clothes join hers on the floor. Her eyes trace every curve of your skin, and for once, you feel adored by the person you are about to sleep with.

“You are absolutely stunning,” she murmurs, her eyes never leaving yours as you crawl next to her. “I can’t believe you are all mine.”

The words make her body vibrate with a joy you never knew you needed. Your hand comes to cup her cheek as you both lie on your side. 

“Yours, forever,” you promise, leaning to kiss her. When you pull away, you murmur, “I'm never leaving you.”

The words release something in Olivia that pushes past her own exhaustion and morphs it into something of a hungry beast. She kisses you frantically, pulling down on your bottom lip until you moan.

It continues like this for a while until Olivia’s hand finally drifts towards your chest. She cups your breast experimentally, feeling the weight of it for a moment before she squeezes. You moan into the softening kiss when she pulls at your nipple. At first, it is hesitant, trying to figure out what you like.

“Harder,” you whisper as she gains more confidence. “Just like that, baby,” you moan when she pulls harder and rolls it between her thumb and index finger.

She kisses along your jaw as her hand continues to work on your breast. Your hand curls into her hair when her teeth nip harshly just beneath your ear. You are so lost in the sensation of her lips and teeth working down your neck that you don't even notice when her free hand slips between your legs. 

Olivia expects to find heat radiating there, similar to what she is experiencing, but instead, she is met with a chill. Despite being used to how cold you feel, her concern is immediate.

“I’m okay,” you reassure her, your grip in her hair softening so you can briefly run your fingers through it. You moan when her hand strokes your inner thigh, and the temperature difference makes your legs spread wider in search for more. “I know it feels odd.” 

She finally looks up at you then, and for once her eyes don’t give her away, but the bond does. She feels a little guilty for reacting the way she did. She should have known you would be cold everywhere. You both part your lips as if to respond to one another — presumably with different responses — but Olivia discards hers in favor of a hot, open-mouthed kiss against your breast that makes you relax against the mattress. 

The moment her fingers find your clit and her mouth latches to your nipple, you moan loudly as your chest arches toward her, and your hips grind against her hand. Your fangs extend fully to compensate for the arousal that shoots through you. Your hand curls tighter into her hair as she finds a rhythm. Your legs twitch, and Olivia can't help but steal glances upward at the desire that is coated across your face. 

“That’s it, baby, keep doing that,” you moan, opening your legs wider to try and get Olivia to go where you need her the most.

She takes the nonverbal hint and automatically slides two fingers inside of you. Your back arches as you start trying to rock into her. Any worries that Olivia had when tonight started have completely washed away. She curls her fingers inside of you, matching the rhythm that you had earlier for her.

“I'm so close,” you tell her, and then groan when her thumb comes to flick your clit in time with her thrusts. “That’s it, baby. That’s it. Don't stop, baby. Don't stop.”

You cum seconds later, your body curling towards her as your pleasure crashes over in waves. You can tell she wants to coax another one out of you, but you gently pull at her wrist.

She pulls back, concern flickering for a moment before you pull her into a soft kiss.

“It’s been…awhile,” you admit, pecking her lips one more time. “One is enough for me today.” She nods in understanding as you curl her towards you. “You did great, baby.”

“I had a great teacher,” she teases, making you both laugh. 

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Once you are both cleaned up, you lie in bed curled against each other. Her head rests on your chest, her fingers tracing nonsense patterns on your skin while she finds her way back to her body again. Your coldness helps accelerate the temperature drop of her body, so you adjust the covers tighter around her. She doesn’t seem to mind, though, and you realize that she never really does. 

Ever since the first time you fed on her, she has always wanted to be touching you. At first, you thought it was the bond, but it goes much deeper than that. Olivia touches you to make sure you are real. To make sure that you aren’t going to disappear in the night and never come back. Your hands circle tighter around her as if to prove that you aren’t going anywhere. That lying here, curled in bed with her, is the only place that you want to be.

“Penny for your thoughts,” you whisper, kissing her softly on the top of the head. 

“I just can't believe you are real…that this feels so right,” Olivia says.

You hum in agreement. “I can't wait to be here when you get home every day.” You kiss her forehead gently. “To hold you while you sleep every night.” You kiss her lips. “And to be able to kiss you every morning before you go to work.”

When you pull away from the kiss, there is a dreamy look in Olivia’s eyes. “I can’t believe that you are mine.” She lays her head back on your chest as her whole body begins to relax again. “I love you.”

“My love, I have been waiting centuries for someone like you. It should be me who can’t believe my luck right now,” you say as you tuck the covers tighter around you. You place a kiss on the top of her head as you squeeze her one more time. “Now get some sleep and know that I will always love you.”

You can feel the way Olivia’s heart flutters at the words. You don’t need to go into her mind to know the words have struck home. She is happy, she is loved, she is safe, and that is all it takes for her to drift off to sleep.

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