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Nadja was unable to sleep. She never slept well when Laszlo was away. She wasn’t worried about him - it was just the absence of his presence that rankled her and left her colder than usual. It disrupted her routine and left her reaching out for something that wasn’t there.
So she decided to stop trying to sleep, and walked.
She wasn’t sure where she was going, but anywhere was better than her coffin and their empty bedroom. Perhaps she’d wander down to the kitchen to open the fridge and look in, as the humans did.
She padded down the hallway, down the stairs, where warm light shone at the bottom. Annoyance and something else ran through her as she realized what it was from.
She rounded the corner to see candles still lit outside Nandor’s bedroom. Stupid bloody idiot, going to burn the whole bloody place down, she thought to herself as she moved to blow them out.
However, she stopped short, leaving a few still flickering their warmth on her. She wondered if perhaps it was intentional, a signal of sorts, or if he was truly just that stupid. She was pretty sure it was the latter.
She spun around and paused, facing the door, faced with a decision. She worried her lip. Should she decide to knock and go in, or just scratch the idea entirely? Perhaps the comforts of the flesh would help to dull this ache she felt at Laszlo’s absence…
It’d been a while since she had rapped at Nandor’s door in this way. They had only been intimate a few times outside of the presence of her husband or others. She wasn’t even sure if this was something they do anymore, it had been so long. But she was lonely, and she loved Nandor and felt comforted by him (not that she would ever let him know that). Just knowing he was in the house with her could have been enough.
But, she knocked on the door anyway.
It was still fairly early in the morning, and there was no answer, so she decided to just walk in. The smell hit her before anything else. She was enveloped in a sweet and clean earthy musk, mixed with notes of ancient parchment - the scent distinctly Nandor. The thick curtains on the windows barely allowed her to see the outlines of the ancient regalia littering the room. Slowly in the dark she made her way to his coffin, and felt the smooth, solid wood beneath her fingers.
“Nandor, are you still awake?” she said softly as she knocked. She heard a bump and an exclamation, and saw as the coffin lid began to slowly rise.
“Nadja? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” he said, with such concern in his voice she began to feel guilty, and like she’d made a mistake.
“I’m sorry, it’s nothing, I shouldn’t have disturbed you. Good night!” she spat out and began to make for the door.
“Wait.” Nandor said in a low, sleepy voice. “Come.”
She did as she was told.
“You are feeling scared? Because Laszlo is not home?” he questioned her softly.
“No!” she fired back immediately, but knew her features betrayed her.
“Come, come,” Nandor said, gesturing to the small love seat behind her. She paused for a moment, standing in his way, before moving to the side to let him pass. She held out her hand as an offering to steady him as he rose. His hands were softer than she remembered, and gave off a surprising warmth.
She sat down awkwardly on the seat as he sat very closely next to her, lifting his arm up over her head to rest behind her shoulders. He gently grabbed her shoulder, pushing her softly against him. He began idly running a few fingertips up and down her arm.
It was kind, comfortable, soothing.
She let herself relax a little.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Nandor asked as he continued the motion. He doesn’t know why I really decided to come in here… she thought to herself as she shook her head a little. Nandor made a vaguely affirmative hmmm noise. They carried on in silence like this for a few minutes. A comfortable silence that she would never take for granted. A silence that is earned after a life of over 200 years together.
With their bodies pressed so closely, Nadja felt Nandor adjust in his seat– the kind of adjustment men do when they start to get hard, which she knew all too well. She smirked.
Good, she thought to herself, then there will be no messing about. Let’s just get on with it now.
She slid a hand to his thigh. It was draped in a soft linen material, and thin enough that the drag of her nails would be felt. She felt him shudder beneath her, and she smiled. He pulled back to look at her clearly now, as if in question, not sure if she intended it. But Nadja just moved her hand higher and higher as she looked him in the eye, suddenly aching to feel the length of him now.
The movement was all Nandor needed to get the hint.
He grabbed behind one of her knees, and in one fell swoop, hoisted her on top of his lap, landing them face to face. She adjusted herself on him, and her thin layers of nightgown draped over them both. She took in the beautiful man underneath her, gently moved a lock of hair off his forehead, and leaned in.
Her kiss was chaste, a bit unsure. She didn’t know where to start, and how far he was willing to go now at this late hour. However, he didn’t seem to share her concerns. He cupped the back of her head and pushed her further into him. His tongue moved in slow circles around hers before immediately deepening the kiss, fangs clashing.
Nandor broke their kiss and placed a hand lightly on her throat as he trailed his mouth down to her breasts. His kisses were delicate yet firm, and her back arched slightly from the contact.
“Don’t be gentle, that is what my husband is for.” She was slowly becoming ravenous, and began to writhe in his lap, slowly grinding her hips into his. She could feel his erection strengthen with every thrust.
This was new for her. Not in the sense that Nandor didn’t know what he was doing - he had experience with a myriad of partners in the years between his trysts with Nadja. But Laszlo knew every inch of her body. He knew exactly where to go, what to do, and when to do it. But Nandor’s hands… they were larger, more sure, and they would place emphasis on different places on her body. Different pressures. Different whispers. It was the touch of a stranger – not stranger, of course, because she knew him and loved him intimately – but it echoed the excitement of something new, and it had her entire body flushing.
Nandor broke from where he was sucking lightly on the soft skin of her exposed cleavage, and kissed her deeply again. He placed a hand on the small of her back, aiding her in her grinding, pushing her into him in a slow rhythm. She spread her legs further apart, lowering even further down on his lap. The movement gave her what she wanted; she could feel his hard cock pressing right into the thin fabric over her clitoris. She began to quicken her pace slightly, and moaned into Nandor’s mouth. A few minutes of this left her truly soaking now.
“Let me feel you. Please, Nadja. I want to feel you. Need…” Nandor pleaded through panting breaths.
She nodded once, and he placed a hand on her lower back, supporting her while he moved her horizontally to lay on her back. The movement made her head spin, but it was quickly righted when he grabbed her by the jaw. He tilted her head to one side, and nipped at her ear. He then slowly began making his way down her body with kisses. He stopped at her breasts, fingering the material there, and looked her in the eye. “Up,” he demanded, and she quickly sat up in compliance. He grabbed the heaps of light material and began lifting it up over her head, until only her underwear remained. He could see the dark patch of her wetness through them, and his eyes turned dark with hunger.
But he quickly laid her back down, continuing to trail his lips down her body. He stopped at a nipple, gingerly tugging at it with a fang. The sweet sharpness made her gasp, and his hand found her other breast and idly kneaded as he took his time peaking and rolling the other in his mouth.
He trailed his hand from her breast, making feather light touches, before reaching the hem of her panties. He ghosted his touch along the hem, back and forth, until every inch of her was covered in goosebumps. She was pure liquid under his touch.
Breaking from her nipple, he kissed and nipped at the feather soft skin at the bottom of her breast, and moved slowly down across her ribs, into the flesh of her stomach.
And then he stopped.
“Nandor,” she barked out, heavily panting, “Do not stop. What the shit are you do–” she protested, but was cut off by his mouth on hers. Suddenly, Nandor’s hand found its final target, and he slipped under her underwear and plunged a finger deep inside her. She gasped, and Nandor took the opportunity to thrust his tongue back into her mouth once more.
They kissed deeply as he moved slowly in and out of her. As good as it felt, she immediately craved more. She grabbed his wrist, pushing it to angle his finger deeper, and he understood. He slipped another long finger inside her, and she could have died for the feeling of fullness it gave her. She couldn’t hold back her moans as Nandor pumped into her, using his thumb to rhythmically swipe her clit in time.
He broke the kiss and removed his fingers from inside her, leaving her feeling empty. He looked at her intensely as he put both fingers in his mouth, closing his eyes to savor the taste of her
“Nandor, please…” Nadja pleaded.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He smiled at her. He gently lifted her ass into the air, and slid her panties off with expert ease. He spun her around, leaving her seated with both feet on the ground now, and scooted her ass to the edge.
His tongue felt like a rush of fire throughout her whole body. He fucked her with two fingers again as his tongue worked magic across her clit, licking and sucking and motions she didn’t even have a name for. She wasn’t even sure she remembered her own name, now. All she knew was…
“Nandor– fuck, do not stop. I’m so close,” she barely made out.
Her release wasn’t far off now. Nandor’s mouth moved so expertly across her clit that she was overwhelmed and needed grounding. She ran her hand through his hair and held on desperately. He growled in response, sending shockwaves through her entire body, driving her to her orgasm.
She completely unraveled. It built low in her body, then exploded in waves that sent her arching. The edges of her vision blurred. Finally, after what felt like minutes, she relaxed once more and threw her head back against the couch, utterly spent. Nandor kissed her thigh, and then began moving around her. She didn’t have it in her to open her eyes.
She felt him put her underwear back on her, and made her sit forward and put her nightgown back on. He knelt in front of her now, and she leaned forward, their forehead’s touching.
“And are you feeling better now?” Nandor asked softly. She nodded into him, and he chuckled. He cupped her face and kissed her forehead, moving to stand.
He helped her stand, still loose from her bliss, and she finally began to come alive again. She blushed looking at him now, and he smiled at her, pressing a small kiss to her lips.
“Go to bed, my love,” Nandor purred, and she nodded, turning to go. She gave him one last glance before she shut the door behind her.
The candles weren’t the only things glowing in the hallway as she left Nandor’s room. She finally blew the remaining candles out, humming happily to herself as she made her way back to her chambers once more, eagerly awaiting the arrival of her husband so she could tell him all about her evening.