Incubus Dreams - October 27th

[anita_blake]

As Anita wakes up, she makes several realizations.

She is on the floor.

She is on the floor of her kitchen.

She is on the floor of her kitchen, naked.

Slowly, she looks around and sees Nathaniel on the floor at her side, his cheek resting on her thigh. Memory comes back to her, of the hungers, of the ardeur, of the fucking and feeding and memories. Anita eyes dart around, looking for Damian, because Damian was with them, and they land on his form, bathed in sunlight.

Like his pale skin had been dipped in honey, and Anita has the distant thought of how beautiful the vampire looked with his blood-red hair, warm skin, and relaxed features. But the most overwhelming thought was that Damian was bathed in sunlight! She scrambles over to him, grabbing Damian by the ankles, and pulls him out of the sunlight, but then he's awake, screaming, struggling, and Anita panics.

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[anita_blake]

Anita cries out into the kiss. The scent of wolf -- of his wolf -- and she buries herself in that. She kisses him as if she will devour him through his mouth, and this time, she doesn't fight the ardeur when it rises. Anita allows it to rise up, to consume her and reach out to draw Richard in.

Her hands yank impatiently at his jeans as she keeps kissing him, growling softly as the fear recedes a little in the face of the lust.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

He gives the softest growl into the kiss at her impatience. His hand drops her wrist to move down and help get his jeans open and down, and off. The fear around them had stirred that want in him, the feel of the arduer, and trying not to fight it, hardens him. He focuses on Anita, the feel of her, the taste of her, and really wishes he had the use of his other hand for this.

Once his jeans are down enough, he kicks them the rest of the way off, hand moving to her hip. To help steady her and to just be able to feel her.

[anita_blake]

Anita straddles his hips, rubs against him, groaning. Her teeth pull at his lip, scrape at his throat. The ardeur washes over her and she needs to feel him inside her now.

She reaches between them, stroking him a couple of times, pleased he's ready, and then she sits down upon him. This time, her scream isn't one of fear, but of pain mingled with pleasure, and she dives into another kiss.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

His hips buck a little into her, groaning in pleasure to have her wrapped around him. His hand slides up her back, cupping the back of her neck as he deepens the kiss, tugging on her lower lip in turn.

His hand slides down her back, to grip her hip, the same moment his lips leave hers to nip and bite along her throat. His teeth sharp for a particular bite when he reaches the bend of neck and shoulder.

[anita_blake]

A bite from Damian on one side, a bite from Richard on the other.

She rather likes the thought of it.

Anita rides him fast, arms wrapped around his neck as she rises and falls, the ardeur chasing away that fear, making is so small as lust and love filter through the marks, saturating all five minds.

"Mark me, Richard," she pants. "Make me bleed."

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

He gives a groaned growl, teeth setting more into skin, worrying the bite a little. His hips raise as best as he's able to meet her, hand on her hip bruising in strength, but never hindering her movements.

His marks are open to her, to everyone currently in his head, his lust and love for Anita answering the feel of hers.

After another groan, he tastes the coppery flavor of Anita's blood as his teeth break skin, growling into the bite without ever pulling back from it.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Clarity comes back slowly, but the ardeur and the love shared between Richard and Anita acts as a beacon, a light that he and Nathaniel can use to find their way out of the terror.

Even though they are petrified, the progression of power within their five minds brings them slowly out of the darkness, forcing the Moroven's terror from them. It isn't an easy energy to fight off, as it recedes slowly and almost seems to leave a residue of fear behind, but he can feel it pulling back from him.

As reason returns, his grip on Nathaniel lightens, and he simply embraces his friend, cradling him close instead of clinging with bruising power.

[anita_blake]

Anita cries out, pain bright at her throat, and her body tightens. So close, and she moves faster, the ardeur determined to feed. Richard's lust is just there, moving slickly between her legs, and she remains poised, ready, gasping Richard's name as the fear finally dissipates and all she wants is to filling the void the ardeur opens inside her.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

Her tightening around him pulls his head from the bite with a groan that resembles her name, pulling him the final leg to that edge before he falls. His tongue slides along his lips, catching any spare blood that might be on them before he growls and leans in to capture her mouth with his, hungry and flavored with her own blood.

[anita_blake]

Anita cries out into the kiss, her own climax rushing on the heels of his as the ardeur drinks him down. Everywhere they touch, it sucks him in, feeding deeply on the love, on the lust, sating what they'd woken to protect themselves. After a moment, Anita collapses against Richard, panting and absolutely exhausted.

This fucking shit had to stop, she thinks. Aloud, she whispers roughly, "I love you."

He isn't food, never food, and she loves him. She loves him so much and she hopes, oh, she hopes, he won't shove her from him and walk away. It's a new fear that wakes in Anita, and it has nothing to do with Moroven or a residue of her power.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

Richard's panting, feeling more tired than sex, even good sex, has ever left him before. His grip on her hip looses to just fingertips, gliding slowly and lazily up her back.

"I love you too," he murmurs, nosing her hair as his face worms down to find his bite mark. Once found, he traces it with his tongue before kissing it gently.

A part of him doesn't like the feeding from him. But he'd made a promise, and he holds that as firmly in his head as he does Anita to him. No walking away.

And yes, he's currently completely forgotten for the moment that they're in a room with several other people.

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel nuzzles against Damian's throat, panting, his head throbbing. Too much for too long and not enough sleep. He's in pain and he's exhausted, but they have Damian. Anita had severed Moroven's tie to Damian; that much Nathaniel can just feel.

Damian is theirs, and they won't let him go.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

It's a startling realisation that comes over him. Moroven is gone, not just from his mind, but from the depth of his soul that would always cleave to the one that made him.

But if she's gone... what does that mean? He isn't powerful enough to sustain himself. He has been dependent on Anita, and before her, Jean-Claude. He isn't a master vampire, so being without the ties to his maker.

It's impossible, the path his thoughts travel. It's impossible and frightening. And yet, amid the fear is an overwhelming relief and spine-tingling joy.

[anita_blake]

Anita shivers against Richard, sighing, relaxing as both the fear of Moroven fades and the fear if Richard rejecting her is soothed.

"So much for having taken a shower," she says with a quiet laugh against his shoulder.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

His gives a soft sound at that shiver. "So much for worrying about calling Lillian too," he murmurs softly. If there's any question of what he means the fact that two hands settle on Anita's hips, even if one moves a little slower and seems less capable, and lift her so he can slip out of her should answer that. It still earns a slight wince, to use it, which he tries to hide in her hair. But just the very fact that he can move it is an improvement.

He's only lifting her just enough to do that before curling her back against him. Mainly because he doesn't want to move just yet, but also because he wants to show he's not going anywhere.

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel sighs against Damian's throat. He looks at Richard and Anita, and then slowly gets to his feet. Helping Damian up, he smiles at them.

"I'll take Damian to get some clothes and we'll meet you in your room."

It will give Anita time to collect herself, he figures, and he pulls Damian with him, keeping his hands on the vampire at all times.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Damian is caught in a state of breathless shock. His eyes take in Richard and Anita, and the echo of the marks between them help him to know that they are well, that Richard's arm is recovering, and that it's over.

It's over.

That single thought ricochets off the walls of his mind again and again as he holds onto Nathaniel, blindly following the wereleopard's lead. He looks down at Nathaniel while they make their way down the stairs to his coffin and the small wardrobe pushed against the wall.

"Nathaniel... Are you all right? Did I harm you?" He doesn't think to use the marks to answer his own questions, which shows how shocked he is by it all. "She... she's gone."

[nathaniel_kitten]

As Nathaniel leads Damian from the bathroom towards Anita's room, he musters up a smile for the vampire.

"Yes, she is," he murmurs, "and I'm all right."

The wounds would heal in a couple of days at the most.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Any misgivings Damian feels fade away for a few moments, and he tugs at Nathaniel's hand, pausing them in the hallway. The blinds may have been closed, but Damian's pale skin and crimson hair still gleam with the muted sunlight.

His touch is gentle and warm as he cups Nat's face and kisses him. He knows of no other way to adequately express the joy of those moments. He can't be called back to the dark nightmare by Moroven ever again. He is Anita's now, and Jean-Claude's, Richard's, and Nathaniel's. It's crazy. It's impossible.

But he'll never be alone again. He can feel Nathaniel's presence in his mind with the others, and it's wonderful.

[anita_blake]

With the exit of everyone from the bathroom, the door closed softly behind them, Anita turns her attention to Richard.

"You okay?" she asks, the nervousness returning to her eyes.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

Richard watches everyone leave from his position of his nose against her hair. Eyes on the closed door after, like someone would come through it again.

Her question pulls his eyes down to her. He watches her from so close, shifting to brush their noses against each other. "Give me a few days?" To heal wounds, let things settle, let him assess how he feels. He's currently happy he hasn't gotten this overwhelming urge to flee.

[anita_blake]

Anita swallows visibly and nods.

"All right," she says. "Thank you. Thank you for saving everyone."

He'd been the only option, and he'd saved them, regardless of his discomfort for feeding her.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

He leans in to kiss her, soft, gentle. "I need to settle everything in my head. A lot has happened in the last twenty-four hours." It's not just the feeding her he has to settle. There are now two new people in his head, tied to him.

One hand trails lazily up her back, "No walking away though. I'll be here," he whispers.

[anita_blake]

Anita cuddles close to him, nodding.

"I understand," she murmurs. "I do. We all need time to... acclimate."

There would be some changes.

"Want to shower?"

And then bed. Bed, God, she wants to sleep.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

He nuzzles her throat on the side his mark sits, "Shower sounds good." He still has the dried blood from the fight on him.

Hands settled on her hips to keep her against him, Richard moves and raises to his feet. She doesn't even have to mention or request being set down though. With his shoulder still in not the greatest shape, he sets her down pretty soon after standing. The shower was quick though, helping each other wash. If Richard weren't as tired, weren't in pain, he might try to play a little more. But a lot of what is on his head right now is sleep. So after washing, they help each other dry off. After which his arm wraps around her waist, nose at her throat. "Sleep?"