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So, Armand was in Daniel’s bedroom again. Not exactly surprising, considering the number of times Daniel got back to her apartment and Armand was watching tv or blending her cigarettes up in orange juice. Occasionally she was just laying in Daniel’s bed or under the blanket on the couch, not to mention once when Daniel came back to Armand sorting through all her clothes, pulling dresses Daniel hadn’t seen since high school from the back of her closet and taking them for herself.
This time though, Daniel made it nearly to the doorframe without Armand noticing her. Usually, even if it looked like she was fast asleep, she stirred as soon as Daniel approached. It took a minute for her to realize what Armand was doing, putting her arm against her mouth, licking the skin, slow and methodical, up the inside of her forearm and towards her wrist. There was something bunched in her hand, what Daniel took a moment to recognize as the shirt she’d worn to sleep last night.
Daniel resisted stepping into the room and trying to get her hands on Armand, tried to quiet her mind despite how tempting she looked like this, in a soft little skirt and shirt set, the hem riding up on her leg and exposing her bare thigh. Her free hand reached under the bottom of her top, rubbing her nails up and down her stomach, letting out the quietest breath of a moan. She stopped mouthing at her wrist to press her face into Daniel’s shirt, smelling it with an inhale much longer and slower than required for a creature that didn’t need to breathe.
Then Armand sunk her teeth into her wrist, hard and deep, as far as they’d go. She tilted her head as the punctures started to bleed, suckling from the marks, her other hand pressing harder, traveling lower. The way Armand groaned against her own skin made Daniel’s insides knot up, biting her lip to avoid making a sound.
She let her head fall back and drank, the long line of her throat pulsing with it, gulping it down with a greed Daniel had never seen from her.
“Daniel, please—“
It was quiet but unmistakable. Daniel must not have been able to control the volume of her mental reaction, because Armand immediately turned and looked right at her. She pulled her arm away, dropped Daniel’s shirt onto the bed next to her, but she still looked obscene, her pupils blown out and her thick, dark hair messed up around her face.
“Oh, don’t let me prevent you from enjoying yourself,” Daniel grinned, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. It was so rare to catch Armand like this, off-guard and undone, that Daniel really had no choice but to take advantage of it, “No need to stop my account.”
Armand’s bright amber eyes still had that deer-in-headlights look, her body curling up in on itself. A little half-whimper noise fell from her lips.
“Go on,” Daniel said, pulling off her denim jacket and tossing it on the desk chair, still watching Armand, “It’s alright.”
Armand kicked her feet against the mattress, looking down at her arm, which was beginning to drip blood onto her shirt and the exposed skin of her stomach, then back up at Daniel again, then over to her shelf of half-read books and half-dead plants then back around again, paralyzed. Daniel wished she could reach into her mind, see the overlapping thoughts surely churning in there, all the intensity of her arousal and embarrassment and the burning frustration of her sudden drop from pleasure.
She looked so delicate, sitting there with blood all over her teeth and mouth, dripping down her chin, arm frozen close to her chest, blood still spilling from the bite she hadn’t closed, trails of it absorbing into blue fabric and running down her smooth, bronzed skin. Daniel thought she looked almost like a bird, with her sharp features and her limbs all bunched up like this.
“You wanna make yourself feel good, right?” Daniel asked, taking a step closer as Armand nodded, almost imperceptibly, but when she opened her mouth no sound came out.
Armand was cold and a little stiff as Daniel held her arm, gently guiding it towards her mouth. Once the skin got closer she stuck her tongue out, lapping up the blood from her elbow to her wrist.
“There you go,” Daniel hummed, watching the way Armand coated her tongue in slow, purposeful strokes, how she trembled a little in Daniel’s hands as she spoke.
Armand didn’t say anything. Probably wouldn’t be saying anything much this entire time, if previous encounters were anything to go off of. Sometimes Armand got so overwhelmed she couldn’t even speak through her thoughts, like everything wound her up so tightly she couldn’t form words. Daniel felt like she was doing both the twisting up and pulling her apart piece by piece, unraveling her, and it was almost too much power to hold in her hands.
She worked her mouth up to the bite, wrapped her lips around it and started sucking against it again, letting out a shaky breath when Daniel reached out and tangled her hand in her hair, encouraging her to stay still. ”Think you can touch yourself for me?”
Armand murmured a low agreement in her throat and let her other hand wander again, starting in the same place, rubbing up and down her belly, tugging up the hem of her shirt and letting her fingertips graze under the waistband that sat low on her hips.
“May I join you?” Daniel asked, still hovering over Armand with a hand fisted in her hair and realizing how comfortable the bed looked, “Considering you’re already in my room and all.”
She nodded back as best she could with Daniel’s grip on her, her eyes frantic and desperate and a little please whispered out from somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind, scratching at the edge of Daniel’s skull. Daniel settled in on her side next to her, watched the small, gentle movements on the long line of Armand’s body.
“Pretty girl, so perfect you even looked nice sniffing my dirty laundry,” Daniel hummed, running her hand up under Armand’s shirt, stopping at her chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra, not like she usually did when the soft curve of her adorably small chest looked quite nice without one. Daniel pressed into them with her fingertips, started toying with her nipples until Armand was whining into her own forearm.
Daniel used to hate girls that looked like Armand. So effortlessly beautiful, naturally thin and feminine and delicate, her long fingers decorated with gold rings and everything she wore cinching her narrow waist perfectly. And all that hair falling in smooth waves down her back— yeah, when they met, she was so pretty it pissed Daniel right off. She knew she could never be that, didn’t know how, didn’t know why she never truly wanted to. Why she felt like a clown in makeup and dresses and got a little nauseous at the sight of her own shaven legs. She’d always been utilitarian, wearing mostly the same three men’s jackets and washing her face with bar soap and ignoring less-than-polite suggestions to dress like a girl. But now she saw the difference between jealousy and want, desire, and realized she didn’t mind nearly as much when the gorgeous girl was in her bed.
Armand’s hand was shoved down to the wrist in her skirt now, fingers touching and rubbing under the fabric.
“There you go, just make yourself feel good,” Daniel encouraged gently, using her own hand to tug down Armand’s skirt.
Armand lifted her legs to help Daniel pull the skirt off, never pausing what she was doing, and Daniel didn’t know if she’d ever seen anything more beautiful than Armand half-naked and covered in her own blood and chasing pleasure like Daniel wasn’t even totally there.
Daniel shifted to settle on her knees between Armand’s spread legs, appreciating every vulgar inch of her, exposed while Daniel sat there in jeans and a t-shirt, her fluttering eyelashes and heaving chest and the fingers between her legs growing wet with whatever mix of blood and fluid her body produced down there. Armand’s pussy was cold and sort of dry sometimes but Daniel did not care one fucking bit, not when the taste was pure, dizzying euphoria and Armand fell apart so beautifully against her.
Daniel leaned down, licking a long stripe up with her warm tongue, enjoying the way Armand’s breath hitched and her body jerked with the contact, half a word escaping her mouth and dying in her throat. The skin of Armand’s thighs was smooth and cool on Daniel’s face and it only made her want to bury herself in Armand even more. That familiar rush of the blood went right to Daniel’s head, making her lap at Armand’s entrance with increasing hunger, everything floaty and not-quite-there. Armand made a tortured, desperate, broken sound against her arm that sent a wave of heat through Daniel’s entire body, grabbing her by the back of the head and pressing them closer together.
Daniel couldn’t really breathe as Armand came over her mouth and nose and chin, but that was entirely insignificant when she could feel the way Armand was coming undone, trembling against her. Hear the little Daniel Daniel Daniel playing in her head, almost too quiet to hear. When Daniel finally pulled back, she grabbed onto her sleep shirt and wiped her face with it, still trying to get air back in her lungs, looking down at Armand’s limp form on top of her covers.
“You made such a mess of yourself, babe,” Daniel teased, running the side of her thumb along the corner of Armand’s lip like that would do anything to clean the blood all over her face and soaking into the fabric of the top she was still wearing, “I really liked this outfit on you, too. What a shame.”
“I can wash it,” Armand mumbled, still in that post-orgasmic haze, “and your blanket. ”
“And are you well practiced in cleaning my sheets?” Daniel asked, “I mean, I’m assuming this isn’t the first time you jerked off in my bed, just the first time I managed to catch you.”
Daniel wasn’t exactly consistent about washing her bedding, but looking back it did sometimes seem like things occasionally cleaned themselves and enough weird vampire-related stuff was happening to Daniel for her to really notice.
“It smells like you,” Armand tilted her head down, hiding her face behind her hair, which was definitely answer enough “feels like you.”
“Oh, it’s okay, I don’t mind,” Daniel said, pushing curls behind Armand’s ears, “Maybe it’s a little odd, but can’t say I’m upset. Or surprised, honestly.”
Armand leaned in and kissed Daniel, held onto the sides of her neck with blood drying on both her hands, trailing from her lips across her jawline. I love you.
They always felt like they meant more like that, too intense for Armand to voice aloud. “Love you too, babe. Why don’t we get you cleaned up?”
Armand nodded, taking Daniel’s hand to be led towards the bathroom, something almost bird-like in the graceful way she moved, smooth and fluttery at the same time. The kind of assurance that betrayed her as an immortal being in her fifth century of life that spent her time getting off in Daniel’s bed.