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[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.

[we're sorry, the Brooke you have dialed is not in service. please hang up and try again. this is sexy. this is really sexy. why is this so sexy? suddenly feeling very out of place, Brooke undoes the clasp on her pants and wiggles her hips to help get them off. once her pants are halfway down she looks pointedly at Pia—which is different from the way she's been staring since she walked in—but starts feeling self-conscious almost immediately and stops trying to be hot.]

[with her panties showing, she's drunker, nakeder, and gayer than she's ever been all at once. she finally steps out of her pants entirely so the only thing she's got on, aside from the bandage and cast, is a pair of green-and-blue striped underwear. it doesn't match anything, but she didn't wake up thinking she'd get drunk and have a lesbian encounter today, either.]

Just be careful. I'm kind of sensitive. [she runs her hand through her hair, brushing it out of her eyes as she walks to the bed. it's hard to resist the urge to cross her arm over her chest, but she really needs to be more confident in her body right now. in a motion far more fluid than she thought herself capable of, she tangles the same hand in Pia's hair and sits down on the bed on the opposite side of her hand.]

[overwhelmed by her own smoothness and boldness, she ups the ante and draws Pia into a kiss. the fangs make it intimidating for her to experiment, though.]

MMm~ [She responds well enough, only slightly surprised. She's been reading body language her whole life, and, unforeseen echos excluded, it was probably the closest to mind reading she was ever going to get. So she isn't too surprised when Brooke pulls her into a kiss, her only reaction to kiss her back and wrap her arms around the girl's waist. It's a little awkward, with her fangs seemingly in the way at all angles, but she fairs well enough, only cutting her tongue once as she opens her mouth to invite Brooke inside.] I'll be gentle, then.

[as long as she doesn't bite again... or at least, doesn't sink in her fangs, then Brooke will be perfectly capable of handling this. her alcohol buzz is fading, but it's being replaced under Pia's supervision with a much better sensation. Brooke's done this before, though admittedly not with fangs in the way. carefully, she maneuvers her tongue around the hazards of Pia's mouth and, while she's feeling forthright, takes Pia's breast in her hand again.]

[the idea strikes her that maybe she can combine the two actions, so she breaks the kiss and trails more down Pia's neck, again stopping near the collarbone. then, shattering her own mental roadblock, she cups Pia's breast delicately and lightly kisses the entire pierced area. she... she doesn't actually know if that's what you're supposed to do.]

[Pia murrs, her hands snaking up into Brooke's hair. She leans into the kiss, firmly grasping handfuls of hair.] Mmmm, you're a fast learner, I see.

[She keeps one hand bunched up in Brooke's blond locks, but the other snakes down her back, dragging her nails across the skin.

She looks up at Brooke before making the next move, her free hand now crossing her thigh and rapidly approaching her undies. She raises her brows, looking for an invitation.]

[oh, okay, so she's doing something riiiiii—wow. she lets out a soft moan herself, quiet, like she's keeping a secret. when she feels Pia's fingers on her thigh, she's a little louder, inhaling sharply; only then does she meet Pia's eyes.]

[she nods in assent, then swallows back any worry about how quickly she agreed.] Yeah. [after she says that, she returns to her work on Pia's breast, very lightly starting to use her teeth. her bite is nothing compared to Pia's, but there are wildcats less ravenous than she is.]

Edited 2013-10-29 01:09 (UTC)

[Pia grins, flipping Brooke over suddenly and climbing on top. That's better. She gives Brooke another look. It was going to be a fun night.]

[She was vaguely worried about being sensitive to daylight, but in the drunken, lust-driven activities of the night before, the worry hadn't much bothered her. She was lucky, however, that she was fine in the sun, because when she woke up the next morning it was to an unusually bright beam hitting her right in the face. It was more annoying that painful, and made her head throb when she opened her eyes, but she suspected that was from the hang over, not any echo.

She was on the ground, naked, with her hair mussed up and one nipple was missing a piercing. She checked her other holes; the rest were there, oddly enough. She raised her head, slowly, and looked around; she was still in Brooke's room. Memories from the prior night flooded back, and her cheeks turned slightly red. Oops.]

...Brooke?

[another beam had caught Brooke near enough to her eyes and, after a groan and a feeble attempt to pull the covers over her head, she rolled to her side and conceded to waking up. her head pounded almost hard enough to erase the memories from last night, but one look at Pia on the floor and the highlight reel started projecting through the haze of her mind.]

Oh my god. [it came out as a dry mutter, the voice of someone whose only present regret was not drinking enough water last night. still on her side, cast underneath her otherwise naked body, she brought her head entirely out from her hangover fort.]

We had... a lot of sex, didn't we.

Yes, I think so. [Pia couldn't quite remember everything. She remembered doing some shots...but she can't remember if it was exactly glass that she used as a shot glass. With a groan she sat up, her hair like a fuzzy brown halo around her head.] Fuck. I feel like shit. Why am I on the floor? Move over. [She crawled back over to the bed, pushing Brooke out of the way (not as kindly as she could have) in her efforts to climb under the covers.]

Join the club. [she grunted, pushing herself against the wall to accommodate Pia while still remaining under the covers herself. the specifics of last night were fuzzy, but... well, not unpleasant, from what Brooke remembered.]

I guess we were too busy to get water. God. [the awakening would have been much less rude otherwise.] I don't think I've ever come that hard. [apparently her self-filter hadn't woken up yet.]

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