Alacer, as he often did, made time to abuse his superior abilities, navigating Dahlia around various objects in the suite that could otherwise have hindered their path. As they approached the opened door and Dahlia made her subtle retreat, Alacer took the oppurtuntiy to bend his knees and sweep her off of her feet (literally), guiding her legs around his sides and holding her up with ease. You were supposed to be in charge, Lobster… Alacer chiefly used that utterence to remind himself, halting in the doorway and turning, gently leaning Dahlia’s back against the doorframe and pursuing her lips for additional, small kisses. So where are we going?
Dahlia’s breath caught in her throat with the sudden rush of Alacer’s speed. In the blink of an eye they were no longer in the living area of the suite, but in the doorway of the bedroom. Her hands remained against his face, lightly stroking down from his cheek to his chest. Alacer’s statement nearly made her blush. In charge.. that was something that Dahlia wasn’t used to hearing. But if he insisted that she continue to orchestrate the evening, who was Dahlia to argue? She would have been quite the liar if Dahlia wasn’t willing to admit that she didn’t like having a small say in things. Alright, She answered against his lips. we’re going to bed.
It was rare, but at this particular juncture in time… Alacer de Molay was genuinely confused. Never in seven centuries of life had anybody wanted to be bitten so badly that they’d alter their own diet and pursue medicine. All of that… just to be fed from? It made no sense, but at the same time it did, which is what left him so… perplexed. I love you, he muttered while she wed their lips, his hands remaining around her midriff and only pulling taut, holding her body prisoner and casually guiding her towards his (basically theirs) bedroom all the while remaining loyal to the kiss.
Dahlia already fragile amongst a castle of immortals, but her condition only made her feel like glass compared to the other humans. Before she never needed to improve her condition because Dahlia did not have a desire to have anyone to feed from her. Alacer was the only person able to spark that desire in her. It was part of that odd side to her, the side that wanted everyone to know that she belonged to him in every way. I love you too. She mumbled against his lips. Dahlia followed Alacer’s lead, inching toward the bedroom while continuing the kiss. Her hands embedded themselves in his hair, one even caressing his cheek. Slightly pulling away to speak, Dahlia whispered, Bed?
It… worked? He repeated, however, added the querying twist at the end. His gentle nature when it came to feeding from Dahlia had inherently prevailed and left his mouth without any visible traces of her blood. True, her blood still lingered in his mouth - rather the copper, delicious taste of it did. It worked, he announced after scanning her features for any of the discomfort he initially anticipated. Smiling, Alacer returned to her neck - not for a bite, but instead to erase the fleeing drops that had surfaced from the tiny punctures, cleaning her flesh with his tongue effortlessly before returning and creating that familiar short distance between them.
I’m happy, Lobster.
Dahlia could no longer hold back the smile on her face that continued to widen. The obvious surprise on Alacer’s face only contributed to her brightened mood. Dahlia nodded her head as the words left his lips once more. Yes. It wasn’t until he finished cleaning her neck that she heard the words that she longed for so long to hear. Placing a hand against his shoulder, Dahlia pushed herself up so they that were eye level to unite their lips. So am I.
Keep going, I’m okay. Alacer questioned the authenticity of her coercing words, but his innate thirst became overwhelming. Despite Dahlia’s supposed blood diminution Alacer found her blood to taste divine. Rather it be naturally appetizing or merely his sentiments for the girl favorably tainting it, the vampire was overly content.
His actions properly conveyed his satisfaction as his arms swarmed to her sides and wrenched her body against his. For a moment Alacer overlooked the playful exchange of authority, overpowering Dahlia and pinning her chest to his while he continued to drink from her, nudging into an advantageous position whilst acquiring his fill of blood from her and pulling away unhurriedly.
Dahlia felt Alacer’s grip possessively unite their bodies, and almost laughed to herself about the quick exchange of power. She allowed herself to stay supported against his chest preparing for the rush of dizziness that always overwhelmed her. Only, it didn’t arrive. She only felt a slight head rush that barely went noticed. Dahlia’s heart swelled with relief and happiness knowing that all her tedious little tricks had actually worked.
Once Dahlia felt his fangs release themselves from her neck, she allowed her eyes to flutter open. After several blinks, Alacer’s slightly blurred frame came into focus. Dahlia found herself suddenly unable to hide the admiration in her eyes, knowing that he wouldn’t have to feel guilty. It worked.
Wordlessly Alacer complied, admiring Dahlia as he often did for a few moments as her makeshift command registered and his eyes momentarily widened. Alacer’s lips parted, however any and all potential words became ensnared in his throat. Nodding in approval, the vampire enabled his supernatural features to manifest, veins drawing and made frighteningly visible as his pupils became discolored with anticipation and lust.
Inching towards her neck, Alacer was weary not to harm her with his fangs. He’d fed a million times - it was muscle memory - yet with Dahlia he felt as if it he was feeding for the very first time. Caution… it was something he’d lived without for centuries. As if he was a true territorial predator, Alacer marked his targeted flesh with a simple kiss, an uncomplicated display of affection and perhaps respect for his Lobster, but in the moments that followed his fangs descended from their sheaths and nipped into her neck. Alacer refrained from dedicating himself entirely to the withdrawal of her blood and instead remained fixated on her response to the bite… waiting for a reason to abandon her neck and complain.
Dahlia’s gaze remained fixated on Alacer as the appearance of his blood lust began to reflect through his features. A small smile tugged against her lips to give him her silent approval. Dahlia knew the smallest sight of doubt in her expression would throw Alacer off. She had been extremely careful since their last incident to make sure she wouldn’t pass out again. She wanted him to be able to feed from her because it would make Alacer happy, but the other more jealous side of her didn’t enjoy the thought of him feeding off of anyone else. It was an odd envy, considering most of the humans in the castle would gladly switch positions with her. But Dahlia desired just the opposite.
Relief washed over her when he moved toward her neck. The light kiss against her neck did not go unnoticed, and it caused her pulse to flutter. The few seconds seemed to crawl until Dahlia felt the almost familiar pinch against her neck. A small sigh escaped her lips as the pain quickly subsided. After a moment she noticed that he was almost waiting for her to approve or disapprove of his actions. Keep going, I’m okay. She whispered.
Give it a shot. What should I do, Lobster?
Doesn’t mean we can’t try something new.
You’re right. Besides, it would be entertaining to boss you around a bit.
I think you prefer being in control.
Oh, I could possibly get into you being bossy, Lobster.
You like it?
Get over here.
Shush… and good. I don’t want you to drink today, Lobster.
We should do something fun.
What did you have in mind?
Is that how you’re going to play today? I haven’t touched a drink today actually.
I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I haven’t had any either.
I asked first.