Chapter Three #2
“Today, I like, too,” Brax whispered, reaching for her head. If we don’t get through today, there won’t be any tomorrow... And, it’s Christmas Eve. It’s a night of miracles, and no one knows more about the truth of miracles than a demon. “Do you trust me?”
She nodded weakly, looking up at him. “Let me have you?”
Hell. Seven layers of it and a cherry on top. If she’d said it any other way, he pretended he could have resisted. As it was... “All yours, baby.”
“YOU’RE BIG. SO BIG. Still cold.” Her hot hands worked with his, taking off his pants and belt, roving over him without any finesse and still feeling amazing.
“I’m not freezing anymore,” Brax admitted, though he was well below room temperature. “I think it’s because you’re so hot.”
And I’m insane. This can’t possibly be happening.
So if it can’t be happening, if I’m really just freezing to a near-second-death, dreaming, I’ll just enjoy it.
He cautiously touched her forehead, then her hips as she swayed unsteadily in front of him.
“So, beautifully, bloody hot.” Love to feel her.
Be in her. Take her, let her have me in any way, every way. ..
PENNY GIGGLED, HANDS skirting around him, knowing something special was happening, but feeling— comfortable.
At ease. Had the fever removed the fear?
Or was it the man who said he cared about her?
She had to believe him, because he had to believe her.
That’s what you do in a truce. Have to trust. Carry each other.
Believe each other. “I’m not hot like that.
I try to be sexy, but I know— I’m just a freak.
A freak. Not a monster, just a human who sees them. Nothing sexy about me.”
He threw his head back, laughing a single shout to the ceiling. “Not sexy! Who told you that lie?”
She shrugged. “I don’t think I am. I think I’m.
.. awkward. Not normal enough to hang out with the humans.
Too crazy for my parents. I don’t like monsters and vampires, even the nice ones, because.
.. I don’t know. I don’t trust them. I know something is wrong with them, or maybe with me, in a world where no one else can see them.
And with guys... Well. I’m not what the guys around here want.
Not trusting enough for the monsters, not normal enough for the ‘regular’ guys. ”
“You shouldn’t be what every man wants—then we’d all fight to the death over you. You should be what just one man wants,” Brax half-snarled. “You’re everything any man could want, everything I want,” he panted, words desperate, his fists gripping her waist as her hands stroked him steadily.
“There’s a movie. About this.” Penny suddenly whispered conspiratorially.
“About a woman who doesn’t know how beautiful she is? Prob’ly a dozen.”
“You’re so sweet.” Head lifted, lips cracking as they pressed to his.
“You need fluids. Something is burnin’ through you.”
“Deep Throat. Don’t tell my mom.”
“Tell your mother about— No! God! God, no, never!” Then, he was squinting at her. “Are you saying you—”
“Everything else melts. Or disappears down my throat when I swallow.” She looked at him pointedly. “But if something was cold and hard and didn’t melt...
Brax’s panting turned to gulps. “Well, any man would like the idea, b’lieve me, but I don’t think it’ll help.”
“I still have to try! Oh. I mean, may I?”
He stepped back. “See? This is why I think it’s a dream. Yeah, this has to be a dream. They’ll find me in my apartment next month, frozen to the ground, blue and black, withered up, skin with an inch of frost—”
“Stop. Ew.”
“I’m unconscious. There’s no way on earth you’d come along all sweet and doe-eyed, and say, ‘May I suck your cock, please?’ Never in a billion—”
“Not unless hell froze over?” Penny arched one eyebrow.
“Exactly!” Wait a minute... “ I know Pine Ridge has some sort of magical confluence, three Ley Lines that let the supernatural and human worlds merge, and all that. Don’t think it’s Hell, but.
..” He gaped. “Well, fuck me. What if you’re right?
What if Witchie Poo’s spell spreads outside of the apartments, through the foundation, and keeps on going through the town?
D’you think it’s hit the ‘magical hub’ or whatever? ”
“We’ll have to find out, but first, can we see if you fix my throat? I don’t have any cough drops, and I’m out of orange juice.”
HE DIDN’T PASS OUT. He was just sort of dazed.
She was, too. He was in shock. She was simply fading fast. Either way, both of them lost the function of their legs and collapsed onto her bed.
“Lemme make it good for you, baby.” He decided if this were one of those supernatural “hell or what passes for it has frozen over” events, he’d better enjoy it.
He was probably going to die shortly after she recovered.
“Why sound sad?” Penny slid her panties to her ankles and limply shook them off one foot, letting them land next to the pool of black denim.
No point in lying. She won’t remember this anyway, only remember the bad parts, with my luck.
“When this is over, you’re gonna hate me an’ most likely kill me.
I’m finally getting a chance to be with someone I think I could fall for, someone I could love, but she’s too sick to enjoy it.
Not sure if she’d ever want me except in the eleventh-hour circumstances. ”
“Those are all super good reasons for misery,” Penny murmured, face showing pangs of sympathy for the handsome vamp beside her. Her own voice became glum. “And you’ll hurt me later. Tell me I was a slut. That I wasn’t good. That I don’t know how to make a real man happy, or a real demon, I guess.”
His brain should only be subjected to so many complete and utter moments of shock per day. He took a full ten seconds to make a coherent sentence.“What? Why would I say that, why would I do that?” I might be a lot of things, but I’m not suicidal!
“I don’t know. You get to say what you’re scared of, so I do, too. Fair.”
“I’ll never mock you. Or hurt you. I wanna make you happy. I wanna make you well.”
“Even if I’m not on fire?”
“Especially when you’re not on fire. Fire’s a bit problematic for vampires.”
“Humans, too!” she pointed out with a pout. Her face cleared. “We could... we could do truces when we aren’t melting and burning and freezing, and magic isn’t involved.” Her tone was cautious, eyes guarded as she rolled onto her side, facing him, one hand going tentatively to his chest.
His own eyes were wary as he placed his hand atop hers, noticing that the deep royal blue of frozen blood under skin had gone to a look of white on white, tiny tracks in the snow of his skin. “We could do that. I’m in.”
“Me, too. And... I’d like to maybe do things, like nice things, like keep each other warm—or cool—on a non-eleventh hour basis.”
His heart didn’t beat. It was probably quite literally frozen at the moment. Still, it froze again in a whole new way, a tense way, waiting for the answer to his question, “You’d give us a try?”
“Mmhm.” Her hand was suddenly millimeters from his nose, making him yelp and jerk his head back. “Shake on it?”
“Deal.” He maneuvered his arm up at an odd angle to take her proffered hand.
“Yay! Oh. Poop. You’re not big anymore.” She looked down.
“I just held my heart up to see if you’d shoot holes in it. Give a bloke a second,” he snapped irritably.
“I can help!” Penny scooted down, sighing when she found his legs and tucked his chilly toes between her calves, cocooning around him, cheek on his thigh. “Look, it already woke up!”
He had to chuckle and give in. “Yes, Pen, your lips inches from him wakes him—oohhhh!”
“Mmm!” Penny held up a hand with a muffled exclamation.
Brax hesitated. “I’m not... I’m not pushing it in, if that’s the sign for back off, you’ve got to move, not me,” he tried to explain.
“That’s a high five, doofus,” Penny snapped, lifting her mouth off her new delightfully chilled treat. She thrust her palm at him pointedly, and he slapped it as requested. “Also, sorry. I promise, no more mean words.”
“I died and went to heaven. Wait...”
“You’re just regularly undead dead. Okay, you have to help me with this part. I figure if they made a movie about it, there’s something tricky.”
Penny is asking me for advice on deep throating. “Can you pinch me? Not too— Ow!” Shouldn’t have asked that, ‘specially not when she’s down there.
“Why?” Penny complied without putting the pieces together.
“Never mind. I never saw the movie, but I don’t think it’s that difficult. Here. Let me see what I can do...”
HE TASTES NICE. SOUNDS nice. Feels nice.
Is nice. Huh. Brax is nice. Brax is so appreciative.
Why didn’t I notice that? Her mouth slid gently over his white tip, down the hard length that slightly stretched her jaw.
He moaned softly, stroking her hair, her face, praising her, telling her she was so good, so good to him, a natural, a wonder, and made him so warm.
“Perfect, Penny. Perfect, you’re perfect, Penny. Never let anyone tell you different.” He knew she had faults. Perfect to him.
She didn’t stop to reply. She tipped her head back as she sat on her knees and let the man standing above her, meeting her eyes, do the next bit.
“Might hurt your throat. You just tap me if you want me to move back,” he whispered.
She’d thought this was dirty. Very, very dirty. Brax made it seem very intimate. Loving. Teamwork-y. She sighed happily on him, and he popped his hips forward in pleasure. His tip hit the back of her throat, and he was quick to pull back. She was quick to surge forward.
“So hot, baby... So tight in there. Gonna make me come like this, God, Penny, gonna come in your mouth if you keep—”
She had no idea what she was even doing, but apparently moving around to try and take him in deeper so the lovely coolness could reach more of the ouchy places inside was awesome. Mutually awesome. She smiled as best she could.
“Did you just smile at me?”