[ but he did that early on. he did that when he made her hate him, be disgusted with him. in a twisted way, by putting on his annoying and arrogant performance and forcing himself on her, he gave her a taste of choice.
even before he gave her the option to use him for his blood. although, it felt less like an option and more like she was being manipulated with her struggle. now? she can't drink from anyone else. she can't imagine anybody else's blood tasting better than his.
and he's hers.
hers to drink from. hers to take care of. hers to tell to use her, just as much. she sucks in air sharply from his touch, eyes trailing down to his hands on her body. gritting her teeth and trembling as her nipples tingle from his touch.
even if it was too much, she probably couldn't tell him. she seizes his wrists as he picks up his rhythm and gathers what's left of her mind to move her hips, too. until their pacing matches. every time he lifts his hips up, jeanne lowers herself back down.
it's so good. and combined with his taste still lingering, too. she'll come back tomorrow. and the next day. and the day after. until he tells her no more. ]
[True, he did grant her the option of loathing him, just as he now accepts her choice to love him, even if that concept frightens him. He was certainly more manipulative by forcing her to keep only to him in exchange for hiding her secret from the world.
But somehow, in some strange way, things worked out for them both. Now they're only for each other. Emotionally, physically, sexually... He wouldn't have this with anyone else, only her.
So he does, "uses" her to satisfy himself, and her, he hopes, by crushing their hips together, gasps and pants escaping out of clenched teeth as he chases that wonderful high only she can grant him. The squeeze of her muscles is such that he jerks in time with her press of the hip, aside from the occasional extra thrust he gets in as his movements become more uncontrollable.
A noise escapes his throat, a keening whine of pleasure that's halfway to being a sob as his eyes narrow, all his focus going into making them both come.]
[ there. that's a noise she loves, too. vanitas' whines. something about it fills her heart with joy. the accomplishment and pride of having your lover feel so good they almost cry about it. not that she's much better off, every thrust pushing into her forcing a noise out of her throat too. from gasps to moans and near-shouts.
but they're in hotel chouchou. they shouldn't be too loud. yet vanitas is a bit shameless about it and she's not about to cover his mouth or shut him up when she likes it so much. not to mention, she's thoroughly distracted by him bucking up into her body. over and over.
it's sweet that he tries to talk. choking over her name again, all but lost in the heat of her as they both chase each other's ends. if anybody tried to come through that door, they'd witness her ass bouncing on his thighs. her sweat-slicked back. the peek of his wet cock disappearing into her again and again. ]
Yes... [ she huffs, grabbing hold of his knees. ] S-say my name, just like that...
[All but delirious with pleasure by now, Vanitas groans, hips lifting to grind against her between thrusts so that their bodies can feel each other as much as possible. He can feel the mixture of their fluids dripping down, coating their thighs and his pelvis, making him shiver with how lewd it is.
Maybe other people will hear them; he doesn't care, honestly. That's what Orlok gets for wanting them to stay in a hotel. Besides, isn't that what hotels are frequently used for anyways? Clandestine meetings? But, ah, those are thoughts for another time. Right now all he cares about is bringing them to the brink and taking them over it.
Hence why he relies on instinct and the pressure building in his loins, as he grasps her by the waist and pulls her tight against him with a shout.]
--Jeanne...! [And just like that, buried in to the hilt, he comes, hot liquid coating her insides as he pulses within her, moans of her name the only thing he can say.]
[ if this really is the natural end of declaring love for someone, she's fine with that. she's so happy with that. it's not like she actually thought she would ever get married or have children. it's not like she could picture herself getting old with anybody, watching their grandchildren get old.
at the end of the day, no matter what vanitas says, she's still a tool for others. it's just nice to pretend with him that she isn't. that she's only jeanne and she enjoys having sex with her lover. with the man she loves.
she loves when he grabs her desperately, crying out her name so wonderfully, and comes inside her. her insides are flooded with heat. she isn't far behind him. chest to chest, she grinds her hips against his until she feels it. how every tightly coiled muscle snaps apart and her with it.
as intense as ever. as all-consuming. overwhelming fullness and a bliss that she can't describe in words. nothing else exists but the press of their skin, inside and out. it's like they're not two people, but one bond.
and she wouldn't break it. not for anything. it might be the last she'll get.
she lays there on top of him, trembling a little but boneless as a sigh of satisfaction escapes. ]
I won't tire of it. It's as good as the first time... and the second... and the third -
[And yet, that's the future that Vanitas hopes she'll have. One where she's surrounded by those who love her as much, if not more than, he does. He wants her to know a life beyond fighting and risking herself and killing. Something peaceful and happy...
One day, perhaps he can free her of that fate. Truly give her her life back. That would be the ultimate revenge against the world. To grant someone he cares about an existence of happiness.
Because... he's happy in this moment, filling her to the brim, shuddering beneath her warm form and calling her name in plaintive whines. He jerks and pulses inside her, being squeezed with every throb of her walls, to the point he lets his head tilt back and forth, overwhelmed by all these sensations, including the ache in his neck from where she fed from him.
He doesn't know if it's as good for her as it is for him, but he's grateful to share this intimate act with her, for being allowed to love her like this, even if it's risky and could result in so many unwanted happenings. But he's a horny teenager and isn't thinking of such things. Not really, anyway. It's only a flicker of an idea in the back of his mind, one that flees as she shifts and he twitches within her.
His breath comes out in ragged gasps, chest heaving with the effort. Yet still he holds her tight against him, desperate to feel her.]
being wrong couldn't be more blessed. this is good, it's amazing. he could be a total shmuck at sex, and she'd still think it was good. someone could've barged in and stopped them mid-fuck, and she'd still smile at the end, even if she'd be horribly embarrassed and ashamed at the same time for being caught.
jeanne nuzzles into his chest, notices the still bleeding punctures on his throat, and scoots up a little higher to start licking them clean. the blood craze doesn't control her, but... he does taste good. feels good, wrapped around her and inside her. twitching and softening in her body. every throb against her walls makes this more unforgettable. more lovely. keeps them warm and jeanne close.
though his confessions never fail to make the world still for a moment in time. ]
Oh. [ yes, that's right. in person. they're in person, now. she sits up on his chest by planting her hands on either side of his head. no matter how tight he's holding her, she raises her body, having his hands slip down her sides to her hips. ]
[He wants to protect those things for her, to guard her against ever being hurt again, honestly. She's been through enough in her life. No one else deserves to die a pointless death and leave her alone.
Thankfully he's decent at the more intimate, carnal acts. Or at least as decent as one would expect an inexperienced doctor's son to be. He knows where things are, he just has to figure out how to best stimulate them... He'd probably be more embarrassed if they were doing something unusual and not simply fucking normally, but even then... anyone seeing him so vulnerable might end up with a broken nose, depending on who it is.
But since it's just them for now, he hugs her closer, allowing her to inch upwards to take care of his neck with a soft moan. It's still a touch sore, but also tingly and pleasant. He wouldn't trade this for much of anything, really. Maybe more time with her, yes, but little else.
Though once she tries to sit up, he relinquishes his hold on her, hands settling upon her hips as he gazes at her beautifully flushed face, which mirrors his own. Curious, he blinks at her.]
H-Huh...? What is it...?
[Suddenly, he seems nervous. He doesn't know what to expect from her, and is a little fearful of what it could be.]
[ adorably inexperienced doctor's son to someone who knows what they're doing. for jeanne, it's simple. as most things are for her. she loves him, therefore it is good.
the best, really. if anything, they both get better and better with each meet-up. she's not entirely all gas, no brakes. he doesn't have to sputter over telling her to slow down through his intense blush. vanitas has grown more comfortable, too, she's noticed. that is what she notices the most.
he can have all the time he could want with her. er, all the time until she's called back to master luca. but she'll merely find him the next day. to do this again or something else.
if he wants to see her, that is, after she says what she's planning. ]
Remember? I-I said... I would tell you in person...
[Inexperienced, but oh so enthusiastic, which helps make up for his lack of practical application in the romance department. If she's happy, then so is he, honestly.
He has relaxed quite a bit since their first time, no longer blushing and flustering quite so much. He has more confidence, more control over himself and his emotions, and in turn, he knows how to better please her as he learns what and where she likes things. They're growing, together.
He wants to continue learning as one, as lovers, like they are. He doesn't think anything could dissuade him from wanting to be with her by now. Instead, he grips her tighter, shifting slightly to better accommodate his softening erection inside her, even if it makes him suck in a breath.]
Oh... Yeah, I remember. You can tell me. It's... it's okay.
[ nothing to make up for if she, rather, if they're both very happy with what he's already doing. it could only get better. not worse.
right?
moreover, he's not slacking in the romance department either. their date was some of the most fun she's ever had. so much food! so many sights. and cats. their first time together will be remembered fondly, too. even now, jeanne looks back on his flustering and clumsiness with utmost fondness. taking charge has never been a problem for her.
and yet, it's kind of nice to relinquish a bit of that control sometimes, too. just a little. with his shift, her eyelashes flutter and she forgets what she was saying as her own grip tightens and clenches into the warm bedding. ]
... A-are you sure it's okay? I won't take it back once I do.
He can be surprisingly enjoyable to be around when he puts his mind to it, even if it's meant as a deception. Because who really knows what his true nature is: whether it's the rude and uncouth asshole, or the considerate and sweet man of their date. The truth is probably somewhere in between, really. That he's a flawed, but decent guy deep under all his baggage.
Someone that can take control when necessary, but also doesn't like having to lose his own ability to dictate how his life goes, for understandable reasons. Only with her does he feel some semblance of safety in allowing her to dominate him. So he nods as he gazes up at her, breath a little uneven as he squirms in place.]
that shift reminds her that he's still deep and snug. whatever breath she caught, however she evened it out, it's lost. she tries not to pay attention to the slow dribble of something warm and wet pooling between them either or it'll set her off all over again. just like it did the first time. and the second. and...
there's something more important she has to do right now. ]
Yes. I'll tell you.
[ here it goes. while wringing her hands in front of her, while not quite able to make eye contact, while still sweaty and flushed from having sex, while he's still inside her, ]
[Whether or not he is ready is a matter of debate, but... he wants her to be able to speak her mind. What's in her heart.
Hence him also ignoring the hot sensation of their fluids intermingling in order to focus on her face, on Jeanne herself. Though he tries to encourage her with rubbing and kneading at her hips. All the while his stomach flips and flops with nerves, the sensation of butterflies in there making him breath that little bit heavier.]
O-Okay...
[He listens hard, trying to pick up on all her words, but that mumble... it's difficult to parse. So he blinks owlishly at her, head tilting to one side curiously.]
didn't hear her?! but she put everything into that!! through her fear and worries, she pushed. can she even say it again? is it not MEANT TO BE?
no! no, it can't be that. they've come so far. both of them have. jeanne opens and closes her mouth, but nothing comes out. just choked, embarrassed noises.
him tilting head like a confused puppy is inordinately cute, though. she grasps his hair and leans down to kiss him.
she doesn't say it, this time. she mouths it against his lips. into their kiss. "I love you." then, she leans back. waiting expectantly. ]
[It was muttered, okay!! He tried, but he doesn't have vampire hearing!! Which is why he pushes himself up onto his hands, whimpering softly as their bodies move together. Maybe if he gets closer to her...?
He's inexplicably curious now, though perhaps deep in his heart he knows what it is she wishes to convey. Yet it's something he can't believe anyone would ever say to him, let alone mean.
So when she latches onto him and mouths those three little words against his lips, he turns a bright, vibrant shade of red, and his pulse quickens exponentially. It drums in his chest, throbs down lower, and pulses in his ears, coloring them, too. His fingers grasp at the sheets and he shivers slightly, breath catching as he's unable to breathe for a couple moments.]
O-Oh... I... [He said it before, so why is he struggling to say it now? How stupid.] M..Me too...
[ if he keeps whimpering and moving, she won't be able to take it for much longer. when she's this sensitive that her legs shake and squeeze on his hips. the heat in her stomach coiled hungrily again.
jeanne purses her lips, eyes darting to each change in his body. she waits for him to tense, throw her off, and run out the door. but he never does.
he says, "me too," and it's so anticlimactic that she tries not to collapse onto his chest. not that she was expecting him to loudly and boldly declare his love for her like he used to. in a way, this is better. it's more genuine and... cute. how he can't even utter the word, settling on an awkward "me too."
she smiles before laughing quietly. a laugh that slowly shifts as her eyes fill with tears and she's hiccupping, reaching up to wipe her face. he didn't run. he didn't look at her with disgust. it was rather adorable, how he replied! exactly what she's come to love about him. his fumbling. ]
[Nobody said he was bright. Clever, yes. Devious, also yes. Not always bright, though. Especially since moving also seems to affect him just as much.
There's no tossing of his lover, no curling up into a little ball of fear or terror. Not even a whi-- Okay, there is a whimper, but it's cute and plaintive as he directs his gaze down between them bashfully.
Maybe that's not what she wants to hear in response to her heartfelt confession, but... it means a lot that he doesn't immediately flee, that he doesn't tense up or otherwise react negatively. All in all, it's... a positive reaction? Just extremely shy and nervous, which should be expected of one who seems allergic to love.
His head jerks up at the sound of her crying, eyes filled with worry as he examines her face, trying to get a read on what she's feeling. But... she laughed, so that's good, right? Slowly, he moves to hug her, gradually leaning in to hide his face against her shoulder.]
...I am. I promised I'd make your dreams come true, right?
[ busy trying to wipe away her tears, she's shocked as his arms wrap around her. for half a second, she's frozen, but then she seems to melt into him so that her chest leans against his and she takes these shaky little inhales close to his ear.
there was a part of her that expected him to die on the spot. someone else she loves murdered in front of her eyes. or the door would be kicked in for someone to drag him away. she'll always have that fear, she thinks, but there are a lot of emotions filling her chest right now. too many to keep track of.
the strongest is the ease on her heart. keeping her love quiet was one of the hardest things she's ever done. ever. top five for sure. ]
Y-you did. [ her voice is hoarse, whispered. ] I-I need to think of a new dream. I've never let myself...
[Nuzzling against her seems to help calm him down somewhat, even though he's not panicking to the point he was when he first realized he loved her, enough to the point he can actually smile and laugh a bit, himself.
He doesn't blame her for being nervous about expressing herself, about admitting to having someone she cares for again, given her past. Everything she's been through is enough to deter everyone. Which is why he's so proud of her for sticking with it and not giving up.
So he hugs her again, and then sits up to bump foreheads with her, smiling warmly.]
You should. It's something you deserve, and I'll help you achieve that, too.
[ being in his arms gradually stops her trembling, evens her breathing. though it stutters again from him sitting up, reminding her of the mess of their hot, mixed cum in her body. him, still inside her, nudging a little deeper. he's a thick, warm presence and a fresh spark through her sharp nerves.
though she clenches around him, she's more winded by his beautiful smile so close to her. by him, including himself. a fresh wave of tears burns her eyes. ]
- You. [ she blurts, resting a hand on the mark at his neck. ]
[He notices the way she slowly calms down, and that in turn helps soothe him, alleviating some of his own fears in the process. Doesn't do much for the sticky, heated mess they are, but that's a problem for later, when he's not busy being disgustingly affectionate with her.
His breath catches as she squeezes him, encouraging him to hold her tighter with a gentle smile playing at his lips, which in turn kiss at her own.]
Hmm? [He raises a brow, curious, but places a hand over hers, keeping her in place.]
[ it's when vanitas is being disgustingly affectionate like this that jeanne seems to blush the MOST. just as he does when she's suddenly in his space and being brutally loving.
and all he does is agree to her dream. him being her dream. there are new trembles through her body, but it's like she's vibrating rather than being scared or worried.
in the next second, she's tackled him onto the bed again. her head ducks to his throat and she bites but it's not enough to pierce skin. it's leaving more marks. a lover's mark. ]
[And he does so love her bashfulness as much as she loves his. But with them both being shy, at least they're on even footing.
Somehow he doesn't mind being her dream, despite it meaning that her happiness may hinge upon him and his behavior. Because it also means that she wants him. Not just sexually or in a bloodlust kind of way, but actually him.
Onto the bed they go! With him clutching at her and gasping from both their bodies sliding together and the love bite, which feels oh so good, earning her a moan.]
Ngh... O-Okay...
[It's frightening step, sharing a space, and yet... it's exciting, too.]
[ jeanne returns the moan with one of her own, doing her best not to bite down harder. his high collar will probably cover it, but she'll know it's there. this bruise she's sucking onto his throat. just under his jaw. a bloom of color to match her rose marking on the other side.
and he... he's marked her inside in his human way. not just physical with a hot load. mentally, too. she can never forget this stretch. how her body seems to hum with pleasure, every quiver honest and unfiltered.
she buries her face in his hair when she's done, breathing harder all over again. fighting the pulses that threaten what she's regained of her composure. ]
Yes.
[ she'll carry him right now, wrapping her arms around his lower back and lifting him up and against her, pulling his hips even closer to hers. ]
I'll carry you to my room and to my bed. And you can only leave when you have your work to do...
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even before he gave her the option to use him for his blood. although, it felt less like an option and more like she was being manipulated with her struggle. now? she can't drink from anyone else. she can't imagine anybody else's blood tasting better than his.
and he's hers.
hers to drink from. hers to take care of. hers to tell to use her, just as much. she sucks in air sharply from his touch, eyes trailing down to his hands on her body. gritting her teeth and trembling as her nipples tingle from his touch.
even if it was too much, she probably couldn't tell him. she seizes his wrists as he picks up his rhythm and gathers what's left of her mind to move her hips, too. until their pacing matches. every time he lifts his hips up, jeanne lowers herself back down.
it's so good. and combined with his taste still lingering, too. she'll come back tomorrow. and the next day. and the day after. until he tells her no more. ]
G-go as... much as you wa-ahnt...! Vani - Tas!
LMAOOO TUTTI TENEREZZA MI PREZZA IDK EITHER
But somehow, in some strange way, things worked out for them both. Now they're only for each other. Emotionally, physically, sexually... He wouldn't have this with anyone else, only her.
So he does, "uses" her to satisfy himself, and her, he hopes, by crushing their hips together, gasps and pants escaping out of clenched teeth as he chases that wonderful high only she can grant him. The squeeze of her muscles is such that he jerks in time with her press of the hip, aside from the occasional extra thrust he gets in as his movements become more uncontrollable.
A noise escapes his throat, a keening whine of pleasure that's halfway to being a sob as his eyes narrow, all his focus going into making them both come.]
O-Okay... I will, J..Jeanne...
TUTTI FRUTTI
but they're in hotel chouchou. they shouldn't be too loud. yet vanitas is a bit shameless about it and she's not about to cover his mouth or shut him up when she likes it so much. not to mention, she's thoroughly distracted by him bucking up into her body. over and over.
it's sweet that he tries to talk. choking over her name again, all but lost in the heat of her as they both chase each other's ends. if anybody tried to come through that door, they'd witness her ass bouncing on his thighs. her sweat-slicked back. the peek of his wet cock disappearing into her again and again. ]
Yes... [ she huffs, grabbing hold of his knees. ] S-say my name, just like that...
HELL YEAH πππ
Maybe other people will hear them; he doesn't care, honestly. That's what Orlok gets for wanting them to stay in a hotel. Besides, isn't that what hotels are frequently used for anyways? Clandestine meetings? But, ah, those are thoughts for another time. Right now all he cares about is bringing them to the brink and taking them over it.
Good thing NoΓ© is working today, otherwise they'd have some explaining to do. Not that he minds that, either, truthfully. He already declared his love of her to the world. Isn't this the natural end of it? To fuck like rabbits? He thinks so, anyways. His experience is rather limited...
Hence why he relies on instinct and the pressure building in his loins, as he grasps her by the waist and pulls her tight against him with a shout.]
--Jeanne...! [And just like that, buried in to the hilt, he comes, hot liquid coating her insides as he pulses within her, moans of her name the only thing he can say.]
FRUIT SALAD
at the end of the day, no matter what vanitas says, she's still a tool for others. it's just nice to pretend with him that she isn't. that she's only jeanne and she enjoys having sex with her lover. with the man she loves.
she loves when he grabs her desperately, crying out her name so wonderfully, and comes inside her. her insides are flooded with heat. she isn't far behind him. chest to chest, she grinds her hips against his until she feels it. how every tightly coiled muscle snaps apart and her with it.
as intense as ever. as all-consuming. overwhelming fullness and a bliss that she can't describe in words. nothing else exists but the press of their skin, inside and out. it's like they're not two people, but one bond.
and she wouldn't break it. not for anything. it might be the last she'll get.
she lays there on top of him, trembling a little but boneless as a sigh of satisfaction escapes. ]
I won't tire of it. It's as good as the first time... and the second... and the third -
om nom nom
One day, perhaps he can free her of that fate. Truly give her her life back. That would be the ultimate revenge against the world. To grant someone he cares about an existence of happiness.
Because... he's happy in this moment, filling her to the brim, shuddering beneath her warm form and calling her name in plaintive whines. He jerks and pulses inside her, being squeezed with every throb of her walls, to the point he lets his head tilt back and forth, overwhelmed by all these sensations, including the ache in his neck from where she fed from him.
He doesn't know if it's as good for her as it is for him, but he's grateful to share this intimate act with her, for being allowed to love her like this, even if it's risky and could result in so many unwanted happenings. But he's a horny teenager and isn't thinking of such things. Not really, anyway. It's only a flicker of an idea in the back of his mind, one that flees as she shifts and he twitches within her.
His breath comes out in ragged gasps, chest heaving with the effort. Yet still he holds her tight against him, desperate to feel her.]
Me either... 'cuz... I love you, Jeanne...
maybe she should've called him her lil bwuebewwy
being wrong couldn't be more blessed. this is good, it's amazing. he could be a total shmuck at sex, and she'd still think it was good. someone could've barged in and stopped them mid-fuck, and she'd still smile at the end, even if she'd be horribly embarrassed and ashamed at the same time for being caught.
jeanne nuzzles into his chest, notices the still bleeding punctures on his throat, and scoots up a little higher to start licking them clean. the blood craze doesn't control her, but... he does taste good. feels good, wrapped around her and inside her. twitching and softening in her body. every throb against her walls makes this more unforgettable. more lovely. keeps them warm and jeanne close.
though his confessions never fail to make the world still for a moment in time. ]
Oh. [ yes, that's right. in person. they're in person, now. she sits up on his chest by planting her hands on either side of his head. no matter how tight he's holding her, she raises her body, having his hands slip down her sides to her hips. ]
V-Vanitas. I have something to tell you.
hehe that would be so cute >w<
Thankfully he's decent at the more intimate, carnal acts. Or at least as decent as one would expect an inexperienced doctor's son to be. He knows where things are, he just has to figure out how to best stimulate them... He'd probably be more embarrassed if they were doing something unusual and not simply fucking normally, but even then... anyone seeing him so vulnerable might end up with a broken nose, depending on who it is.
But since it's just them for now, he hugs her closer, allowing her to inch upwards to take care of his neck with a soft moan. It's still a touch sore, but also tingly and pleasant. He wouldn't trade this for much of anything, really. Maybe more time with her, yes, but little else.
Though once she tries to sit up, he relinquishes his hold on her, hands settling upon her hips as he gazes at her beautifully flushed face, which mirrors his own. Curious, he blinks at her.]
H-Huh...? What is it...?
[Suddenly, he seems nervous. He doesn't know what to expect from her, and is a little fearful of what it could be.]
squishes him
the best, really. if anything, they both get better and better with each meet-up. she's not entirely all gas, no brakes. he doesn't have to sputter over telling her to slow down through his intense blush. vanitas has grown more comfortable, too, she's noticed. that is what she notices the most.
he can have all the time he could want with her. er, all the time until she's called back to master luca. but she'll merely find him the next day. to do this again or something else.
if he wants to see her, that is, after she says what she's planning. ]
Remember? I-I said... I would tell you in person...
pops him like a bwuebewwy
He has relaxed quite a bit since their first time, no longer blushing and flustering quite so much. He has more confidence, more control over himself and his emotions, and in turn, he knows how to better please her as he learns what and where she likes things. They're growing, together.
He wants to continue learning as one, as lovers, like they are. He doesn't think anything could dissuade him from wanting to be with her by now. Instead, he grips her tighter, shifting slightly to better accommodate his softening erection inside her, even if it makes him suck in a breath.]
Oh... Yeah, I remember. You can tell me. It's... it's okay.
π¦π¦π¦π¦
right?
moreover, he's not slacking in the romance department either. their date was some of the most fun she's ever had. so much food! so many sights. and cats. their first time together will be remembered fondly, too. even now, jeanne looks back on his flustering and clumsiness with utmost fondness. taking charge has never been a problem for her.
and yet, it's kind of nice to relinquish a bit of that control sometimes, too. just a little. with his shift, her eyelashes flutter and she forgets what she was saying as her own grip tightens and clenches into the warm bedding. ]
... A-are you sure it's okay? I won't take it back once I do.
π§π§π§π§
He can be surprisingly enjoyable to be around when he puts his mind to it, even if it's meant as a deception. Because who really knows what his true nature is: whether it's the rude and uncouth asshole, or the considerate and sweet man of their date. The truth is probably somewhere in between, really. That he's a flawed, but decent guy deep under all his baggage.
Someone that can take control when necessary, but also doesn't like having to lose his own ability to dictate how his life goes, for understandable reasons. Only with her does he feel some semblance of safety in allowing her to dominate him. So he nods as he gazes up at her, breath a little uneven as he squirms in place.]
Y...Yeah... You can tell me anything, Jeanne.
π©Έπ©Έπ©Έπ©Έ
that shift reminds her that he's still deep and snug. whatever breath she caught, however she evened it out, it's lost. she tries not to pay attention to the slow dribble of something warm and wet pooling between them either or it'll set her off all over again. just like it did the first time. and the second. and...
there's something more important she has to do right now. ]
Yes. I'll tell you.
[ here it goes. while wringing her hands in front of her, while not quite able to make eye contact, while still sweaty and flushed from having sex, while he's still inside her, ]
I really... I-I [ mumble ] you... Vanitas...
ππππ
Hence him also ignoring the hot sensation of their fluids intermingling in order to focus on her face, on Jeanne herself. Though he tries to encourage her with rubbing and kneading at her hips. All the while his stomach flips and flops with nerves, the sensation of butterflies in there making him breath that little bit heavier.]
O-Okay...
[He listens hard, trying to pick up on all her words, but that mumble... it's difficult to parse. So he blinks owlishly at her, head tilting to one side curiously.]
You what? I didn't catch that.
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didn't hear her?! but she put everything into that!! through her fear and worries, she pushed. can she even say it again? is it not MEANT TO BE?
no! no, it can't be that. they've come so far. both of them have. jeanne opens and closes her mouth, but nothing comes out. just choked, embarrassed noises.
him tilting head like a confused puppy is inordinately cute, though. she grasps his hair and leans down to kiss him.
she doesn't say it, this time. she mouths it against his lips. into their kiss. "I love you." then, she leans back. waiting expectantly. ]
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He's inexplicably curious now, though perhaps deep in his heart he knows what it is she wishes to convey. Yet it's something he can't believe anyone would ever say to him, let alone mean.
So when she latches onto him and mouths those three little words against his lips, he turns a bright, vibrant shade of red, and his pulse quickens exponentially. It drums in his chest, throbs down lower, and pulses in his ears, coloring them, too. His fingers grasp at the sheets and he shivers slightly, breath catching as he's unable to breathe for a couple moments.]
O-Oh... I... [He said it before, so why is he struggling to say it now? How stupid.] M..Me too...
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jeanne purses her lips, eyes darting to each change in his body. she waits for him to tense, throw her off, and run out the door. but he never does.
he says, "me too," and it's so anticlimactic that she tries not to collapse onto his chest. not that she was expecting him to loudly and boldly declare his love for her like he used to. in a way, this is better. it's more genuine and... cute. how he can't even utter the word, settling on an awkward "me too."
she smiles before laughing quietly. a laugh that slowly shifts as her eyes fill with tears and she's hiccupping, reaching up to wipe her face. he didn't run. he didn't look at her with disgust. it was rather adorable, how he replied! exactly what she's come to love about him. his fumbling. ]
Y-you're s-still here.
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There's no tossing of his lover, no curling up into a little ball of fear or terror. Not even a whi-- Okay, there is a whimper, but it's cute and plaintive as he directs his gaze down between them bashfully.
Maybe that's not what she wants to hear in response to her heartfelt confession, but... it means a lot that he doesn't immediately flee, that he doesn't tense up or otherwise react negatively. All in all, it's... a positive reaction? Just extremely shy and nervous, which should be expected of one who seems allergic to love.
His head jerks up at the sound of her crying, eyes filled with worry as he examines her face, trying to get a read on what she's feeling. But... she laughed, so that's good, right? Slowly, he moves to hug her, gradually leaning in to hide his face against her shoulder.]
...I am. I promised I'd make your dreams come true, right?
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there was a part of her that expected him to die on the spot. someone else she loves murdered in front of her eyes. or the door would be kicked in for someone to drag him away. she'll always have that fear, she thinks, but there are a lot of emotions filling her chest right now. too many to keep track of.
the strongest is the ease on her heart. keeping her love quiet was one of the hardest things she's ever done. ever. top five for sure. ]
Y-you did. [ her voice is hoarse, whispered. ] I-I need to think of a new dream. I've never let myself...
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He doesn't blame her for being nervous about expressing herself, about admitting to having someone she cares for again, given her past. Everything she's been through is enough to deter everyone. Which is why he's so proud of her for sticking with it and not giving up.
So he hugs her again, and then sits up to bump foreheads with her, smiling warmly.]
You should. It's something you deserve, and I'll help you achieve that, too.
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though she clenches around him, she's more winded by his beautiful smile so close to her. by him, including himself. a fresh wave of tears burns her eyes. ]
- You. [ she blurts, resting a hand on the mark at his neck. ]
You...'re my new dream.
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His breath catches as she squeezes him, encouraging him to hold her tighter with a gentle smile playing at his lips, which in turn kiss at her own.]
Hmm? [He raises a brow, curious, but places a hand over hers, keeping her in place.]
Me, huh...? I think we can manage that.
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and all he does is agree to her dream. him being her dream. there are new trembles through her body, but it's like she's vibrating rather than being scared or worried.
in the next second, she's tackled him onto the bed again. her head ducks to his throat and she bites but it's not enough to pierce skin. it's leaving more marks. a lover's mark. ]
Move into my room with me.
[ she tells him now instead of only suggesting. ]
I'll carry all your things.
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Somehow he doesn't mind being her dream, despite it meaning that her happiness may hinge upon him and his behavior. Because it also means that she wants him. Not just sexually or in a bloodlust kind of way, but actually him.
Onto the bed they go! With him clutching at her and gasping from both their bodies sliding together and the love bite, which feels oh so good, earning her a moan.]
Ngh... O-Okay...
[It's frightening step, sharing a space, and yet... it's exciting, too.]
Carry me, too...?
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and he... he's marked her inside in his human way. not just physical with a hot load. mentally, too. she can never forget this stretch. how her body seems to hum with pleasure, every quiver honest and unfiltered.
she buries her face in his hair when she's done, breathing harder all over again. fighting the pulses that threaten what she's regained of her composure. ]
Yes.
[ she'll carry him right now, wrapping her arms around his lower back and lifting him up and against her, pulling his hips even closer to hers. ]
I'll carry you to my room and to my bed. And you can only leave when you have your work to do...
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