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A Little Unsteady

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The brunette’s chest heaved up and down quite obviously as she tried so hard not to make the trembling of her body so obvious when those lithe fingers made their way up her chest and across her collarbones. Her ears tingled warmed up, and she bit her lower lip as she regarded her lover, who was obviously very determined to make her take back her words with her expert teasing.

“Scarlett—” She whimpered — really, no matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn’t help it — as she felt her lover’s lips against her neck, a very, utterly, sensitive part of her body. And then she sighed heavily out of relief as well as disappointment when the vampire pulled away, her body immediately relaxing, though still very much riled up from just that brief contact. “You could never bore me, mi amore,” she finally replied, her voice nothing but a deep purr as she sat up and brushed the tip of her nose against that of her lover’s. “Come back to bed, baby.”

A happy smile swept over a face full of lust, her victory enough to make her squeal. She would never admit to being a big baby, especially as long as Deanne let her get away with it. “Mm, alright.” She purred lightly, letting her lips brush across her lover’s lips as she settled back into Deanne’s arms, her own fingertips rising to bury pale digits into dark black hair.

The moonlight flickered across Deanne’s cheekbones, the sight making Scarlett stare, curling closer to the warmth of her girlfriend’s heartbeat, to the blood racing through her veins, every second living and breathing. It was beautiful to Scarlett. As her stomach did summersalts, she leaned in again, letting their lips kiss in a way that they only ever could in the dead of night. In silence. In the moments that it was her, and Deanne, and nothing else in the world.

“I love you, DiDi.”

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Cami & Madelaine + being the best part of other peoples interviews

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Deanne felt those bu— no, piranhas, fucking piranhas in her stomach upon having Scarlett on top of her once again. True, she was just sitting there, but she was sitting there in all her almost-naked glory and… it’s Scarlett Burns straddling her. Did she really have to explain further? Groaning in faux struggle, Deanne placed her hands on her lover’s thighs and tried to adjust herself underneath Scarlett, even though she was seriously just finding an excuse to hold those wonderful, honey thighs.

“That only applies to those who are seeing things for the first time, mi amore. I, on the other hand, have seen the art that is your body for more than once and so, your argument does not affect me at all.” Her hands were, then, sliding up her sides, following the luscious curve of her waist and then down the flat of her stomach. Deanne was sure her eyes were almost pitch black. “I’ve experienced this more than once. I will be honest, though. It definitely doesn’t get old.”

Scarlett’s fingers advanced felinely over Deanne’s chest, nails teasing over delicate collarbones. Her smile curled over her cheeks, her patent smugness almost clouding the obvious longing in her eyes. “Are you sure?” She asked, leaning closer to the eyes that seemed to be dismantling every ounce of gravity in the room, having their own, tugging Scarlett in. “If I need to remind you about just how timeless I am, I could. Unless it’s getting — old.”

Red lips trailed down to an inviting, irresistible neck, teasing with kisses that were elementary compared to their usual passion. “But if you’ve seen everything-” She pulled away. Too soon. For her, and for anything but frustration to come from her ministrations. “Maybe I shouldn’t bore you.” Her voice was dripping with challenge as she settled on top of Deanne again, gazing down with eyes that seemed to be just as fiery as her hair.

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A year of being with the red vixen (literally, and she’s not sorry) had taught Deanne not to fall too deep in sleep for as long as she could help it and — well, it’s not very often when she could. She was dealing with a vampire after all, and she’s way too damn proud of herself and, yes, she deserved her goddamn sleep. Still, a year of being with Scarlett was simply a testament to her dedication to the woman and if she wanted Deanne to wake up, then yes, she would — regardless of her taking off her shirt or not.

Sometimes, Deanne still wondered if Scarlett was actually more than a century’s older than her. Scarlett definitely had her moments.

“Is that supposed to motivate my eyes to open, sweetie?” She asked in her sleep-ridden voice, lips curled up in a slight smile as she turned on her back and stretched her limbs to rid herself of the night’s coldness — not caring much for her lack of decency, exposed torso and all. “Because, I’ve seen everything and nothing I’ll see will be new to me, Scarlett.”

And, of course, Deanne was kidding — teasing —, because Scarlett could walk around naked every single day of her life and Deanne would always fall into an awe-filled limbo whilst witnessing the gift of all gods and goddesses that was Scarlett Victoria Burns’ body.

Scarlett could’ve growled like an animal, whether it be out of want, or incredulousness at being rejected — even as a joke, she couldn’t place. But she moved into a more convenient position nonetheless, stretching her lithe legs to straddle her lover, her pale fingers splaying over a toned stomach, as if she was claiming it for herself. Which of course, she had, months ago. “That speaks more to your imagination than anything.”

She was teasing right back, hoping to rouse the girl a little more. Of course, in the end she’d let Deanne get her sleep. She wouldn’t ever be the cause of sickness or pain for her girlfriend. But sometimes she just wanted what she wanted, when she wanted it. “People spend millions of dollars to see the same monuments and art they’ve seen billions of times in pictures. It’s all about the experience.”

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Love is for giving, I give mine to you

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Scarlett Burns had been alive for over 100 years. She’d been a vampire for more than 80 years of that lifetime. But even after all that time, she hadn’t learned even an ounce of patience. Her pale fingertips brushed over her lover’s shoulders, a plump lower lip tugging between sharp canines as her nails brushed skin that looked as if it’d been painted with sunlight. Her girlfriend’s needing to sleep had been adorable. At first. 6-8 hours wasn’t that long- Scarlett usually kept herself busy, whether it be working, hunting with her brother or sister, or just listening to the soft breaths of the other girl, making sure they remained constant. But recently? She found herself starving for the girl’s affection. Starving for every inch of her body. Soft black hair, like a raven, fell over Scarlett’s bed and made her still heart feel like it was beating again.

“Baby.” She whispered, letting sharp acrylic press into soft, warm skin slightly. “Wake up. You’ve had enough sleep.” Her words came out in a whine, her eyebrows furrowing, pressing lines into her forehead as she sat up, letting out a huff as she crossed her arms over her chest. Looking down at herself, she pursed her lips.