Holier Than Thou

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's breathing grew thick as she tortured him. He sighed and leaned bonelessly against the side of the tub. "Perhaps...you should sit opposite me."

[Emora Deen]

Tenele frowned, a bubble of disappointment fluttering into her heart. She obliged, moving to the opposite end of the tub so that her back rested against the side and her legs draped over his. She sank down into the tub to her shoulders, her silver hair floated in the water and clung to her skin. She lifted her green gaze to him, feeling a little like a child that had been banished to the corner for misbehaving. She sighed, tilting her head back against the tub and shut her eyes.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad met her eyes and swallowed. He swallowed his tongue for about a minute, and every time his composure grew more solid, a single thought would rip it wide again. "Surely-" he broke off, careful not to sound the way he felt. He crouched forward on his knees and leaned over her, his back arching handsomely along the curve of her body in the water. "Surely, if nothing splashes from the tub...if I am that gentle, I would not put stress upon your body," he breathed, his whispered words a promise of slow, torturous pleasure.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele's eyes fluttered open. At first when he'd started shifting in the water she thought he'd meant to leave her, and she was pleased to find him so close over her. She nodded slowly, because her words caught in her throat at the idea. Her arms slipped up around his neck and she tilted her chin upwards to kiss him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make this so hard for either of us," she whispered to him. "My intentions were innocent to begin with... Partly." She smiled as she kissed him again.

[Soran Nightblade]

"As were mine," Vlad humored her, "But I seem to have a weakness for your touch." He nuzzled in against her neck and painted kisses along her skin as his hands lifted her knees. His smooth skin glided wetly against her beneath the water, drawing a short, hitched breath from the vampire. "Yes. Gods, Tenele," he whispered. He moved slowly and firmly, pressing the connection between them. "Let me have you," he murmured worshipfully into the crook of her neck.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele shut her eyes, nodding at his request, and her hands tightened in against his skin with anticipation. She pressed her cheek to his, and a flutter of a kiss against his shoulder. "Please."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's nerves danced at her words. He placed his now-warm lips against hers and angled himself against her opening, taking her slowly, inch by inch. The torture left him smiling and shivering against her. He raised his hands to her chest and massaged her just as slowly, while his mouth worked against hers and his hips ground slow and deep between her legs.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele kissed him between quivering breaths, each gentle thrust driving a soft pleased sigh from her. His tenderness for her tugged at her heart, even as it made her want to beg for more of him. For the the tight grip, the wild abandonment, the passion that spoke to her soul, singing of how much he loved her and required her. But, she didn't, she enjoyed what he was willing to give her, thankful for it. Thankful to be one with him.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad pushed deeper, matching his thrusts to the swishing water around him to avoid splashing it out of the tub. The little rule he'd created was proving an interesting game, because each time his breath became lined with pleased, tingling moans, the water would crest just a bit too high and force him to slow his rhythm. His body was already resenting the gentle pace, while Vlad himself was loving it - the resistance, the desperation of needing her all to himself and all at once and yet needing to take his time with her. He made due by teasing every nerve she had with his hands and tongue, laving warm strokes along her neck and beneath her chin and occasionally murmuring ecstatic nonsense against her skin.

[Emora Deen]

Her hands kneaded into his flesh as soft pleased moans joining the gentle rush of water. Her legs tightened around him, begging him to go deeper. "My love," she murmured to him, her nails dragging gently and lightly over his skin. She pressed her lips to cheek, and then kissed around to his ear. She nibbled there, and moaned soft praises to him, goading him on, and letting him know how much she appreciated his touch.

[Soran Nightblade]

Within a matter of minutes, Vlad reached the point where a few hard, swift strokes would topple him. The temptation flooded through him with each thrust, but he was enjoy himself far too much to feel frustrated with the situation. A slow, sensual half hour later, he was aching with the need to come, and still just a bit too slow to manage it.

Of course, he did know a way to even out the odds. Did that count as stress? His lips squeezed and sucked at her neck while the desire to join with her as a vampire grew stronger. He groaned, pressing his huge length fully inside her and thrusting in small, quick movements.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele cupped her hand behind Vlad's head and tugged him tighter against her neck. "I want you," she gasped. "Please. Its okay. I'll be okay." Her legs tightened around him, her back arching, toes curling. She as so close, sooo very close. She knew what his bite would do to her, and she wanted it. Needed it.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad groaned desperately at just the thought of her invitation. "Yes," he managed, fully focused now on the strong pulse just beneath her skin.

Still moving inside her, he opened up and closed over her skin in a quick, smooth bite. Not only was it painless, but the vampire had enough sensual energy stored up to make the bite a bursting, explosive pleasure for her. He spared nothing in the way he slid his mouth against her and sucked, hard, for just a second. That was all his body could take. His thoughts blew apart into the link between their minds, and he cried out against her skin with each convulsing wave of ecstasy.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele shattered into pieces, blown apart by the feelings his magic and his body gave her. The white faded, and the pieces of her being slowly collected back together, touched by him, and filled with his presence. She nuzzled into his skin lovingly, eyes glazed with the afterglow of pleasure. Her fingertips ran circles over his wet skin as they lay in the cooling water and the last thread of daylight burned across the evening sky.

The room had grown dark now that the sunset had faded to near extinction. But, she knew even in the dark, her husband could see well. And it was still light enough for her to gaze on the handsome face she loved.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad held the bite for just a few seconds, but he made them count. When he released her neck, he burrowed his face into her hot skin and moaned while the aftershocks rolled through him. The deck around the tub wasn't pristine, but nothing had splashed out onto the floor. Vlad was both exhausted and exhilarated from the effort. His arms looped under her gently in a proud, protective embrace, while the darkness slowly filled the room.

He lay there for several minutes, quietly. "I love you."