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breathed so deep i thought i'd drown; it feels better biting down

She should have known that it would only be a matter of time until someone noticed. It was easier to watch out for herself shortly after first arriving, a pocketknife buried deep in her purse and nightly practice sessions for holding that light between her hands, the fae's warmth thrumming against her fingertips. But day after day, nothing happened. The daytime is all hers to play with, roaming the city, searching for clothing outlets, boutiques, bakeries and coffee shops. And in the evening, she's free to smile more while under the protection of women and men who know what they're doing, strength and cunning plentiful among all of them. She sleeps soundly, knowing that Lafayette's only some flights of stairs away.

Complacency becomes the theme long before she realizes it.

So when she heads home one evening and notices a series of steps clipping fast behind her, she assumes that it's just another drunken asshole, someone who probably thinks that leaving a generous tip entitles him to a little extra something later. Sookie picks up her pace, not yet casting a look over her shoulder as she holds her purse closer to her chest. Her apartment is only a couple of blocks away, it won't be hard to make it back.

Until she suddenly feels a rush of air all around her, shoes slipping off and heels dragging against concrete, the wind knocked out of her as a pair of darkly blown eyes rake over her body and press her up against a wall.

"You make one more move and I'll scream," she warns, a soft thrumming energy building by her fingertips, but it doesn't linger long before Sookie feels her arm wrenched up high above her head. Letting out a cry of pain, she struggles against the hold, but the man is much larger, much taller, and she can't get the leverage she needs when all her limbs are stretched.

"I think I'd like that," the man breathes, grinning before his fangs suddenly slot into place, long and sharp. "No one's going to hear you in this part of town, sweetheart."

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She tugs again, even though he's already impossibly close, the throb of her clit clear against the press of his tongue, and when Sookie blinks, she notices the haze of the light in the room, fuzzy and too bright as she briefly struggles against Kisuke's hold, wanting more. His hands, broad and strong, hold her down until the instinct subsides, but it doesn't stop Sookie from getting a better grip on Kisuke's hair, feeling water trickle between her fingers.

Save for the occasional splash of water, the only sounds in the room seem to be the rush of her breath and the moans falling soft from her lips, uneven and keening. Her legs shift up, unable to stay still, heels hooking around Kisuke's back but struggling not to jostle him any further than he's already been by the demanding pull of her hands. Sookie hisses, then sighs with relief at the feel of rough fingers stroking inside of her, stretching, filling her after far too long without a gentle touch and brazen intimacy.

"Fuck," Sookie gasps, a harder drag of Kisuke's tongue sending a sudden tightness winding through her body, and she tries to hold it off, doesn't want him to stop, wanting the need to last as long as possible.

The little, bright noises that she makes only drive him on; he likes to know that he's doing the right thing, and her effusive reactions confirm it. He pulls away with a shuddering breath, lifting heavy eyes to find her face. It's gratifying as anything else he's done, but it may be time to stop ignoring the insistent throb of his cock between his legs.

He slips another finger inside her, pressing against her walls, short and clean nails nipping before he slips his hand away finally and pulls himself up against the back of the tub with his elbows, settling her further down his body. He folds pale hands over her tan hips and guides her toward him, tip teasing against her. He won't have any leverage from this position, but he really doesn't mind. It may even be his intention. She can show him herself what pleases her most. He'll concentrate on watching her.

"You've got some mouth on you," he teases, between pulls for breath.

Edited 2013-11-20 05:42 (UTC)

Sookie makes no effort to be coy about the press of fingers inside her, lips parted and breath uneven as she bears down over Kisuke's fingers, letting the press relax her, hands smoothing down Kisuke's chest and rubbing in uneven circles over his skin. She can't help the small smile that flits across her face when she feels him pressing up against her, leaning forward quickly and cupping Kisuke's jaw in her hands. Knees aching, Sookie gives no pause before slipping her tongue between his lips, carefully tracing against the point of his canine before worrying his lower lip until it's slightly rosy and swollen.

"And you've got some of me on your mouth," Sookie points out with a cheeky smile, pressing one last, lingering kiss to the bow of Kisuke's lips before glancing down between their bodies. She starts to bear down over Kisuke's cock, moving steadily in spite of the slight sting, hissing until she's seated fully on Kisuke and letting out a high whine.

"You feel good," she breathes, shoulders momentarily tense before she works on relaxing her muscles, angling her hips until he sinks in deeper. "Does this mean I get to boast that I've been intimate with a god?" she jokes, a small hum under her breath as Sookie raises herself slightly, shivering at the friction.

"No." Lifting a hand from her hip, he traces the line of his throbbing lower lip with a wet thumb, sighing with eyes shut lightly at the feel of her covering him, her soft thighs around his waist and the sliding heat of her settling around the ache of him as she seats him fully inside of her. "Just a particularly persuasive salesman."

He lifts his other hand to take one of hers, leading it gently to his mouth. He still saves his kisses for parts of her that aren't her lips, pressing one with another relieved sigh to the palm of her hand before slipping the tip of her index finger between his teeth to toy with it.

"Women like you are really," he says, flashing dark eyes open again to urge her forward. "The death of me."

Relaxed doesn't feel like quite the right word to describe the way Kisuke appears to her now, but it's fascinating nonetheless to draw a contrast between his soft words and the toying brush of his fingertips against the direction of a vampire's hands. It makes her wonder, in the back of her mind, if death gods aren't swayed by something so small as a hint of fairy blood in a woman's veins. If there's something more deliberate and cerebral to Kisuke's choice, contrasting sharply with the desperation and instinct of a vampire.

Strange, how his gentleness only inspires further impatience in her chest, not one typically denied as she presses her index finger further between Kisuke's lips, bearing her fingertip down against the flat of his tongue.

"Suck," she instructs him, brow briefly furrowing before she eases her weight down against his body again, hips rolling and starting to pick up pace. Her free hand winds around the back of Kisuke's neck, burying fingertips in the lush curls of his hair again.

Groaning, shifting beneath her with surprise when she presses down into his mouth, he slides a hand beneath the water and does his best to anchor himself, though it mostly slides along the warm porcelain. It isn't Yoruichi-san that he's pinned under, not her night-dark wildness and her raking nails, but it's enough of a proud and forward disposition that it's enjoyable like he hasn't had in some time. He might wish for her to be a little sharper, but a blunt tool can be just as pleasant sometimes.

He can't speak or breathe through his mouth this way, tongue curled around her fine fingers, and it isn't long before he has difficulty keeping up appearance, face pink and breath coming through his nose raggedly as the feel of her pulling him along with her now toward completion coils strongly in his belly, a white and hot snake.

Edited 2013-11-20 07:09 (UTC)

There isn't much space between fevered thought to draw comparisons, but Sookie can't help the way that her eyes are drawn to Kisuke's quickly flushing cheeks, and the uneven rush of air drawn into his lungs. It makes his pale skin stand out for what it is, seemingly alive, and certainly flowing with energy; Sookie finds herself leaning close until their foreheads touch, her eyes dark and slightly unfocused as she finally pulls her fingers back just to watch the rise and fall of Kisuke's chest. Her fingernails drag across from one side to the other, focused on the flush that has risen and settled into the expanse of skin, before she drags wet fingertips over the darker skin of his nipple, massaging.

Only when a sudden jerk of his body brushes against the throbbing of her clit does Sookie find her attention pulled away, a sharp gasp pulling between her lips as she angles herself to try for that same friction again, warmth settling in uncertain waves through her abdomen. Squeezing her eyes shut, a few colors bloom at the edges of her vision in the low light, but most of Sookie's focus is on that deep ache. Wrapping one arm around Kisuke's shoulders to brace herself, all that breaks the silence is her ragged pull of breath and the quiet splash of skin against skin.

When she arrives for the first time, it's quiet, a shudder passing through her body and chest arching against Kisuke's body, pliant and heated. Even as Kisuke's stubble scrapes against Sookie's cheek, she doesn't stop moving, hands squeezing tightly around Kisuke's shoulders as she bears herself down repeatedly, tumbling over the edge.

A gasp that had been seated deep in his chest wells up when she arches against him, clasping around him, the smooth muscle of her thighs drawing in to keep them anchored together. His hips lift against her, his hands flying to the lip of the tub to hold tightly, knuckles blanched with the effort of holding himself back. He doesn't let himself come with her. It's difficult, but the difficulty makes it sweeter, and the release will only be kinder when it comes.

Turning his face into hers, he presses their cheeks together again, mouthing wet kisses finally to her chin, the line of her brow, her swollen lips, with muffled noises of appreciation and fondness. "Sookie-san."

An uneven slip of heel against the smooth porcelain of the tub has Sookie's gaze quickly rising to Kisuke's expression, surprised by the tautness of his cheeks and the effort in his locked jaw. Had it not been for what he shared earlier with her, about there being pleasure in the restraint and denial, she might have worried. It's not long before he's peppering her with kisses and soft murmurs, and Sookie can only laugh breathlessly in response, almost purring where her body presses flush against Kisuke's.

Curiosity gets the better of her before long, though, and with the throbbing still sharp lower in her body, Sookie leans forward with renewed effort, sucking sharply at Kisuke's fluttering pulse point as she picks up pace, lifting herself slowly before quickly taking Kisuke in again.

If denial really is that enjoyable, she imagines he can handle this much.

"Ah," he pants into the space between them sharply when her mouth wraps around his neck, her teeth worrying at the skin over the thrum of his heart, skipping to keep up with building pressure curling in his core, drifting through his limbs and making them feel heavy and graceless. Her hips rock harshly against his, her hand in his hair offering no relief. The shift of her weight above him, the brush of her breasts against the plane of his chest, the details swim away from him before leaping back to sharp focus as he comes beneath her, body archng up from where it rests in the water. The pleasure rushes through him, leaving his fingertips tingling and his vision sparking with light.

It takes a lot of self-restraint not to break focus when she feels Kisuke's muscles tighten underneath her, tempting her to pull back and observe his expressions in full. But there's something about his attentiveness that only encourages her to return the same favor in kind, slowly rolling her hips against the waves of tension that pass through his body, until he's suddenly heavy under her touch and the pace of his breathing breaks.

She pulls back then, smoothing both palms over his chest, then down along his sides, hands splashing faintly as they dip under the water to give Kisuke one final, selfish squeeze around his rear. "Hello, handsome," she murmurs, grinning as she leans a little closer, focusing on heavy eyelids.

It's a moment of fuzzy confusion before he manages a deep, thorough sigh of relief and shuffles under her to lift his head, offerng a guileless, lazy sort of smile. It isn't often he's had a chance for this, and he misses it sorely. Once he'd settled on Ururu and Jinta, life had been a bit more close-to-home, and a bit more careful of who came over, and when.

"Hello," he agrees, before shifting again, a frown crossing his brow for a brief second. "You look much better after a bath. But the water's getting colder. You should get dried off and enjoy a little hospitality while I make sure to get your clothes in the wash before you go. There's a television. Are you hungry?"

Letting out a soft gasp at the movement of Kisuke's body, Sookie carefully glances down between them, hands on the rounded edges of the tub before she lifts herself off of him, cheeks immediately coloring at the sensation of a wet warmth sliding down either of her inner thighs. She's never felt this before after laying with a man — vampires weren't capable of it. Sookie wonders if there's a practical reason for such a design to be given to a spirit's body.

Maybe just to help him pass as normal under scrutiny.

Cheeks aching with her constant smile, Sookie laughs lightly, carefully resting against the slippery side of the tub, their legs spectacularly tangled in the small space. "I'm a little thirsty, actually," confesses Sookie, briefly pressing the back of her hand to her lips in embarrassment. "But you don't have to trouble yourself. Though I appreciate the idea of having some company before I make the walk of shame home."

He slips and shuffles only a little as he drags himself up from where he was half-curled on the bottom of the tub. The water slides off, dripping from the tips of long fingers, and he gives his arms a small shake, unbashful about his own nudity. He'd had that beat out of him at an early age, with the women he'd spent the most time with.

"Something to drink is even easier, so you don't need to feel like you're asking anything much, you know." He moves away for the thick towels, glancing back over his shoulder with a smile, less broad than some that met his face. A little concerned. "You shouldn't talk about it that way. And anyway, if you want, you can stay here for however long suits you. I just assumed you had things to get back to. Maybe I assumed wrong."

He stretches an arm out toward her, offering a towel.

Edited 2013-11-23 06:22 (UTC)

The water splashes by her feet, and Sookie ducks down briefly to pull the plug on the tub, reaching out afterward for the towel Kisuke holds her way. Sparing a brief and appreciative look that trails down the line of Kisuke's spine, Sookie's cheeks color, and she shakes her head quickly as she steps out of the tub.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not ashamed of what we did," she tells him first, expression even and serene. "I'm not ashamed of being a sexually active woman. But... I'm not used to it like this, either. All the men I've been with so far have been my partners in relationships. I was practically engaged to be married to one of them. There was never any walking home in the middle of the night or, you know, parting ways and never seeing one another again."

Her last words are what get his attention, and he pauses in the middle of running the towel roughly through thick hair. He turns to give her a long look of hesitant curiosity, before dropping his arms to tie the towel around his waist and make a noise somewhere between a sigh and a laugh.

"I wouldn't have figured that someone who'd got the truth out of me would have wanted to come around more often and make friends. I'm not blowing you off, so please don't think badly of me for saying it. But if it weren't for very special circumstances, you really might never see me again. Even if you were looking. Would you really want a relationship - by that, I mean friends; I wouldn't want to be presumptuous - with something so different?"

"I kind of expected you to blow me off, so you won't be coming off as any flightier than I'd assumed," Sookie says first, patting her entire body down with the towel before wrapping it around her hair, leaving the rest of her skin bare. "And you know, I wouldn't have been intimate with you if I thought that you were the kind of person I didn't want hanging around me. I'm a risk-taker, but not with my priorities like that."

Letting out a soft breath through her nose, Sookie turns to face Kisuke's mirror, rubbing the towel more roughly against her hair. "I don't tend to be the kind of person who's scared off by what people are, anyway. Vampires were the exception for a while, but that's more because of what I am to them. I'm not... normal, myself. What right do I have to get squeamish over other people being a little out of the ordinary?"

"So I noticed," Kisuke says, softly amused, if a bit cagey, as he studies her with quiet eyes before taking the robe from on top of the stack he'd made and unfolding it with a soft snap. He holds it out behind her, ready to be stepped into.

"Kora," he says. "So what makes Miss Stackhouse shine for vampires? I can see that there is something different about you. Not that I would have ignored you if that weren't the case. People should help each other when they're capable of it."

Drawing in a deep breath, Sookie smiles as she pushes her arms through the robe held out for her, wrapping it tightly around her body and ducking her head to press against the fluffy texture. She enjoys being pampered, but more than that, she wonders if Kisuke's the type of person who likes to indulge others regardless.

"I've got fairy in my background," Sookie says, pursing her lips. "Which I guess doesn't mean as much in Darrow, where fairy can mean a billion things, but where I'm from, fairies are... creatures that are capable of altering their appearance to match an individual's perception of beauty. I haven't got that, probably because I'm too human, but I can travel between some dimensions, and I've got this kind of light-based power in me? I can fire it at enemies with some care. I tried to at that guy, but he pinned my arms to the side and I'm not great with aim."

It isn't with indulgence or idle curiosity that he liftens, expression kept maybe a bit too schooled in reaction to her explanation. It doesn't surprise him, not that she's got something other than human in her, or that she'd been capable of defending herself back there, if she'd have absolutely needed to.

He works hands around her waist to tie the robe gently shut, before sliding up to take her wrists loosely in his hands and slip them closer together. It looks, perhaps, more like someone being taught to hold a baseball bat more than anything else.

"It seems to be in your best interest to learn how to aim," he says lightly. "What do you want to drink?"

Sookie puts up no resistance as soon as it's clear that Kisuke's intent on tying her robe shut for her, and watches their hands curiously as he maneuvers her hands. Licking her lips, Sookie takes a deep breath before calling some of her power forth, keeping it carefully held between her palms and lifting them to show Kisuke. The light is bright, faintly pink in color, buzzing slightly in its power.

"There aren't many people who've got an incentive to show me how to do this. The fairies didn't want me throwin' this around and drawing attention to them. Not to mention that I've only got a finite amount of power, 'cause I'm not full fairy." She breathes out slowly, letting the power dissipate. "And the one guy who tried to show me ended up trying to take my life, so I'm not inclined to be very grateful to him. Do you have some kind of juice?"

Whatever it is, the light she can produce is warm and somehow comforting. Not thretening at all. But he can imagine how it might be made a weapon against something like a vampire, or even a Hollow.

"You need to learn to aim," he says, before sliding away from her to move toward the bathroom door, headed for the kitchen. "If you don't want to just get rid of that altogether, you need to learn to aim. Is apple cider alright? It's all I've got, I really don't drink a lot of juice."

"Are you going to teach me? All while making sure, like you said, that I don't lose everything of what I've got left?" Sookie asks, clearly challenging but mostly playful, still feeling the slight weight in her limbs from her time with Kisuke. Nevertheless, even voicing the worry seems to back up what Kisuke says. She can conserve what she has all she likes, but if she ends up missing entirely as she fires indiscriminately, there's no point.

"Cider would be great," she says, glancing down at the open front of the robe and tugging up the collar slightly to better cover her chest. "Or water. I'm not picky, but I've got somethin' of a sweet tooth."

"If you want to be taught," Kisuke says, looking at her with a smile as he lingers in the doorway to the kitchen before disappearing into it to get her a cold drink. "Then I can teach you. I think that it's something important for you to learn. Power like that should be controlled, or it'll control you."

He digs the jug out of the fridge and a glass out of the cupboard before filling it, and adding a plastic straw and a couple ice cubes for good measure He prefers something hot to drink, but after a bath like that, he can see how something different would be refreshing.

He's just not thirsty enough to bother with himself, for now.

"I've got a sweet tooth too," he admits, raising his head to search for her again as he presses his damp bangs out of his eyes with a flat palm. He wonders if he should put his clothes back on, or if she might take it the wrong way. He never meant to try to rush her out, but it's apparent that their ideas of intimacy are a little diagonal to one another.

Sookie receives the glass with a nod of thanks, quieting down and taking the straw between her lips, sipping slowly at the drink. It's cold and refreshing, even though it drives a slight shiver down her spine. More than anything, as promised, the sugar is what makes her relax, feeling at home and at ease. There's something about the way that sugar softens the feel of any situation.

Soon, however, the chill grows a little too strong in Sookie's stomach, and she leans back to watch Kisuke's movements closely, smiling at the soft brush of palm over his hair.

"If you know so much about power... does that mean that your job's a complicated one? I guess that shouldn't be a surprise, where death is concerned," she murmurs softly, tapping her cheek as she rests her chin in her palm. "But you make me wonder if it's a violent thing. What you do."

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