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Thank you. I'm glad you find me cute. [She snorts, smiling. Her head is fuzzy, already, and she can practically feel her sharp wit draining out her ear.]

It shouldn't feel weird if it's meant to be. Not everything has to have a huge build up. I don't think I've ever canoodled with someone I've known for more than a day. [She sighs, rolling her eyes.] It's not a bad thing.

[Brooke looks back at Pia and it feels like a lot of tension has just basically melted away from her body. a more sober her would think it was weird that she was more concerned about the one-night stand thing than the sexuality thing, but either way, Pia's words come as a reassurance.]

Sorry. You're right. I worry about stuff that doesn't matter way too much sometimes. I think I do need to let off some steam.

[she closes what little distance might have been between them on the couch, but it's not a come-on. she's not coherent, brave, or seductive enough for that.]

...How does this usually start?

Naturally.

You don't do this often, do you? [She smiles, moving closer an inch] I don't judge, but I'm not going to force you to do anything hon.

[She places a hand on Brooke's upper thigh casually, looking her in the eyes.]

[she wants to laugh, but can't figure out how she should be feeling when Pia's hand touches her thigh. the smart thing to do would be to mirror her actions, but Brooke's not exactly thinking clearly right now. instead, she turns her body to face Pia as head-on as possible—which means their legs are full-on touching, and she's surprisingly okay with that.]

[her eyes dart over Pia's body, following the trails of the tattoos up her arm and trying not to think about how hard it is to do anything with those fangs. going off the "boys like it when I do this" playbook, she reaches out with her left arm and touches Pia's cheek, then moves the hand back into her hair.]

[she can't keep eye contact, though. her gaze very clearly moves down to Pia's chest, and she lets out a drunken giggle.] Piercings.

[not nearly the most eloquent, but in her mind it gets the question across perfectly.]

[Pia smiles coyly, bringing a slender hand up to gently shrug off a shoulder strap.] You want to see them~? I've got a few in some interesting places that you might enjoy.

[Brooke catches on to what Pia's doing after a second and moves her hand out of her hair, to her shoulder. she makes eye contact and, even if it's just for a moment, looks excited—that kind of excitement where she just wants to see something new, because she thinks it's really cool. woman of science, even while drunk.]

Oh my god, can you show me? I wanna see. I've never seen pierced boobs before. [not to mention that Pia is a bit more well-endowed than Brooke. her hand stops again, this time gently resting on Pia's upper arm.] Wait. Wait, should I show you mine first? Not piercings. My boobs.

No, hon. Well, unless you want to. We can commence the topless party right here and now if you want. [She's smirking a bit, her hand deftly moving to her other shoulder strap, which falls down her arm to mirror it's twin. Now there's nothing but sheer willpower holding up her top. She traces a finger along the lacy neckline, still watching Brooke's face with dark brown eyes that seem to see into the soul.] Really they're nothing too impressive. They do make the whole experience a lot more...fun, I will admit. [She's done this a hundred times, and damn she's good at it. But she's going easy on Brooke, slowly; it's not so much a game as a bit of good fun, and she can feel the alcohol having an effect on her calculating mind.

She threads her thumbs against the straps, regretfully having to move her hand from Brooke's thigh, and with a little bite of her bottom lip (which incidentally isn't as sexy as it used to be with her new fangs) she tugs the fabric down. The silky top cascades down off her chest easily, pooling down around her waist; not that anyone is looking there. Unrestrained between them now are her two breasts, both a perfect tear drop, and the colour of dark caramel. They're also both pierced through, bejewelled with a black ring with opalescent beads. She giggles quietly, watching Brooke's face for a reaction.]

It hurt at firts, like getting my tits slammed in the door, but I think the outcome was worth it.

[Brooke's eyes go wide when she sees the piercings, almost like she hasn't even noticed that Pia is showing off her breasts. her fingers get closer, tracing just below Pia's collarbone, but stop short of actually touching anything. like suddenly realizing she's being an awful host or something, Brooke pulls her hand back and looks Pia in the eyes.]

Those are really pretty. [she doesn't clarify which, but the blush filling her cheeks might get the message across. how casually Pia suggested that Brooke join her in being topless has really set her mind at ease, though. less than deftly, she starts working the buttons of her dress shirt with her only functional hand. she's gotten good at it in the past couple months, but it's still a little challenging.]

[when her shirt is hanging open, revealing a front-clasping flesh-colored bra and skin way too light to have seen the sun anytime recently, she stops and takes in Pia with her eyes again.]

God. You're really pretty. How do people not fall over you all the time? I mean, look at you. Look at me! [she undoes the clasp and, without much shyness, pulls the strap down with the shirt on one side, then the other. it all gets stuck on her cast and she doesn't care enough to remove it yet, but her breasts are still exposed, smaller and paler and far less perfect.]

See? You're hot compared to me. Compared to anyone. How did I even get one guy to pay attention to me when people like you exist?

Now shush. [She puts a thin finger on Brooke's lips, shutting her up.] You're beautiful, just the way you are. I don't play with ugly people (secret: no one is ugly in my opinion). I won't go on with this if you on with this self-deprecating attitude. Talk about a mood killer. [She rolls her eyes, but is smiling gently, trying to untangle the clothes from her cast while the girl is distracted.]

[she inhales with intent to protest, but she hasn't been called beautiful in a while either, and she doesn't want to ruin whatever exactly is going on here. after a slow exhale, she smiles. her hand goes up to help Pia with fully removing her shirt.]

Sorry. Force of habit. Can I, um. [she's trying to sound less awkward. it's not working.] Can I touch them? I hear piercings make everything more sensitive.

Yes. [She gently pushes Brooke back onto the couch, leaning over her so her breasts are hanging down like ripe fruit.] But only if I can do the same. You're so cute~

[whoa, this is new. Brooke lets herself be pushed down and isn't surprised that she likes how it feels—more that she likes how it feels from Pia. her left hand reaches up and first cradles Pia's left breast, then grips it tenderly, like she doesn't really know what to do with it. her fingers move towards her nipple and stop around the piercing; she actually doesn't know what to do with that. will it hurt if she pinches it? maybe she should just... try it. what could happen?]

[Pia watches her, an amused look on her face, and wiggles her butt a little as Brooke's hand inches forward.] Go on, it's okay. I'm not going to bite, unless you want me to.

[with Pia's permission, then, her fingers close around Pia's nipple. she doesn't wait for a reaction before a question comes to her mind, then her lips.]

Could you bite me? Would that hurt? [there's kind of only one way to find out, and she doesn't know whether she'd like it—but the quiet, turned-on smile that she doesn't realize is spreading across her face might say otherwise.]

It might hurt. I've never tried~ [Pia gives a little shudder and a coo, leaning into the touch. She flashes her teeth, licking her lips. It was more for show than any actual bloodlust aside from faint curiosity. But she was all for giving a girl a good show.]

Do it. [she's surprising herself all over tonight. since when was she so assertive? maybe she really has been out of the game for too long. maybe the show that Pia's putting on is getting her more excited than she's willing to admit to anybody.]

[right now? she's going to go with it, whatever it is, and figure it out in the morning. she punctuates her plea with what she thinks is a sultry look and a rougher, full-palm grab.]

[Pia grins, slowly leaning close against Brooke. Their chests touch, and Pia grabs Brooke's hand as she leans in, making her squeeze harder as she purrs in her ear. Her words are like satin, rolling off her tongue, her face so close to Brooke's she could feel the other's body heat and smell the alcohol on her skin.]

As you wish, my lady~

[She moves downward, letting her soft hair fall across Brooke's pale chest, moving fluidly across the white skin like ink on snow. Her soft curls brush against her breasts, rolling softly against the sensitive skin. Pia would be paying more attention, if she hadn't had other things in mind. She let go of Brooke's hand and let it gently play across her neck, barely touching, her touch electric. Then she moves closer, brushing her lips against the spot. It was soft and warm, and like everything else, smelt of alcohol. Pia didn't let it deter her, kissing the vunerable spot on Brooke's neck which she had chosen.

She was going very slow. Slowness, she had learned, always made it feel better.

She would have licked and kissed the area more, then finish with a nice hickey and some suckling. But her new teeth would leave more than a hickey that would have to be covered with a scarf the next day. She was unusually excited about her next move, now. The thought of biting into Brooke like she would an apple excited her more than she would have thought. The smell was becoming intoxicating; more than just alcohol, now, she could smell the coppery scent of blood through her skin.]

Mmm...you smell so good...

[She kissed the spot once more, then went in for the finishing blow; her mouth opened wide, and her razor-sharp teeth were suddenly sunk in deep into Brooke's neck.

It was immediately obvious that she had missed her juggular, but the bite was bleeding all the same. Blood, delicious blood was pouring into her mouth, and she was lapping it up eagerly, moaning like a whore. She would blush in embarasment thinking back, but in the moment, the taste was so good it was almost unbearable.

It was better than any sex she'd had. Probably better than any sex she would ever get, too.

If it wasn't for a small nagging at the back of her mind that something was wrong, she probably would have hung on for longer than she did. Still, it felt like an eternity that she sucked Brooke's blood, her body mashed against Brooke's, writhing, her hands up in the other's hair. But something nagged her, and she opened her eyes and breathed through her nose, and let go, all too soon in her opinion.]

[until this evening, she'd had no idea she liked having her neck treated this way, and the danger that comes with it... good lord, it's hard to find words. that's why she just lets out a series of soft, wordless moans. Pia smells amazing and feels even better. maybe there's something to this "liking girls" thing.]

[that's the last thing Brooke thinks before Pia sinks her teeth into her neck, and even with the alcohol increasing her pain threshold, it hurts. it hurts and it's unexpected, and neither in the good way. she sucks in air through her teeth in what might sound like a hint of arousal, but by the time Pia pulls away, Brooke's face is beginning to contort. still, she can't say she didn't get what she asked for. and everything up until that? well, it had been just plain good.]

Oh my g—[her breath catches again as what feels like a very visually stimulating part of Pia's body brushes against a similar part of Brooke's, but she can't be sure; she has other things to worry about.] That's blood. That's my blood. You just drank my blood.

[how else is she supposed to react? it's... it's not really that sexy anymore. but she's still kind of horny, to her absolute surprise. but if Pia's going to keep doing that, she might be in between a rock and a hard place for the rest of the night.]

[Pia sits up, and absently wipes her bloody lips off with her forearm. She looks just as shocked as Brooke, but something else...hungry.]

I suppose I did. Uh...[It's not often that Pia is lost for words, but the moment has come now, and she can't think of anything clever to say.] That...was weird. Mmm...[The sight of warm, red blood trickling down Brooke's neck was making her stomach clench as if she hadn't eaten in a week, and even worse, was making the area between her thighs, which was firmly pressed against Brooke's as Pia straddled her, tingle even worse. Fuck.]

I wasn't expecting that...reaction...

[it's a difficult situation, to be sure. on one hand, Pia had just sunk her teeth into Brooke's neck and drank her blood, and that should have been an immediate mood killer right there. on the other, they're both topless, parts of each other are touching that Brooke definitely didn't think would ever touch when she invited Pia over, and despite this mishap, Brooke definitely still feels like getting off tonight.]

There's band-aids in my room. [she sounds confused, like she's still trying to process that that actually just happened.] My bed's bigger anyway. [still determined, she cranes her neck towards Pia and lets her lips touch skin right above her collarbone. it's a poor imitation of something she's only had done on her a couple times before; she doesn't even try to leave a mark. maybe if her neck stops oozing blood (and, of course, if Pia does it first to show her how so she doesn't feel weird), she'll venture further south. regardless, she finds herself muttering something against Pia's body.]

I'll clean myself up. There's a shoebox under my bed.

[that information is provided for the possibility that either of them might, uh, evacuate from alcohol and/or mild blood loss, and for absolutely no other reason.]

Edited 2013-10-22 23:27 (UTC)

Okay. Are you sure? I'm sorry I don't know what happened...[She bites her own tongue to stop herself from staring at the welling puncture marks that she made. The fact that she drank her blood was starting to gross her out a tad as the marvelous taste and feel faded.

She rolls herself off of Brooke, not even bothering to cover herself as she stands over her, looking a lot less awkward than she felt.] I don't remember you showing me your bedroom, hon.

It's okay. [Brooke gets her bearings and to her feet, only briefly stopping to admire how beautiful Pia looks despite everything else. it's almost enough to take her mind off the pain that already seems like it's fading anyway. she'll gather her shirt and bra in the morning.] I've seen vampires before. You're just the first one I'll fuck.

[booze-induced vulgarity aside, Brooke sidles past Pia down the hallway they hadn't yet explored. her bedroom is on the right; she opens the door without theatrics. it's got fewer posters and is a little more sparsely decorated, though there is a computer sitting on a desk along the left wall. in clear sight of the webcam is a Le Chat Noir poster, hanging over a double-sized bed that's little more than a mattress with red sheets and matching pillows. it's raised maybe six inches off the ground; going in first, Brooke kicks the promised shoebox out from under it, then puts it on the bed.]

Take your pick. I'll be right back. [she picks up a small box of band-aids from her desk.] You still have a long way to go before you reach my worst ex's level.

Is that a challenge? [Her brow quirks up as she saunters over to the bed. She turns back towards Brooke, a sly smile on her face.] Hon, you've never fucked a real woman, have you? I think I can do better than any of your ex's, as long as you don't pass out from bloodloss. [She's decidedly trying to keep her eyes off the wounds, and the tempting box sitting on the bed.]

I've never fucked a woman at all. [and she still can't believe she's about to, but good lord, Pia's pretty. she's said that to herself about a million times tonight. she crosses the hallway and enters the bathroom, leaving the door open a little. while she's dressing her neck wound to the best of her ability, she looks into the mirror, past her reflection and into her bedroom. she can't see in there very well, so she has no idea if Pia's looked into the box yet.]

[if she does, though, she'll only see two toys in there. one, a bog standard silver bullet-looking device, looks well used. the other, larger and obviously meant for more internal stimulation, doesn't seem like it's been used nearly as much. there's no Bad Dragon skeletons in Brooke's closet, which is probably for the best.]

[either way, Brooke returns to her room in a couple minutes with a band-aid over the bite marks. she still can't bring herself to look consciously sexy or sultry. it's just not in her design. she'll just have to hope that Pia finds her attractive enough on her own.]

Well, hon, I have a few things to show you. [She finally lets herself look down once Brooke leaves the room. Quickly she strips off her jeans, and hops on the bed, forcing her alcohol-dumbed limbs into an enticing pose. She chooses plain dildo, with a little wistful sigh. If only she had thought to bring her own collection. She kicks the box back under the bed, and leans back, crossing her long legs and waiting for Brooke.] MMmm that's better, I like my babes unbleeding...for now at least.

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