Little Flame

I had been talking, about what I wasn't exactly sure, and it didn't matter anymore as his hand cupped my cheek before sliding past my face and into the hair at the nape of my neck. Instantly a shiver crawled its way down my spine, a not at all unpleasant shiver. "Ash?" I queried softly. Although I'd only met him a few times before, the vampire's actions still startled me. I guess I had never thought of him in a way that required him touching me so ... affectionately. Nevertheless, I wasn't exactly complaining.

"How we have missed our Little Flame," he very nearly purred as he fisted that cool hand in my hair, tugging gently at it. It was enough to make me draw in a sharp breath and shiver again.

"I missed you too...?" I replied shakily. That hand was becoming very distracting; already his index and middle finger were alternating against the base of my head. I groaned lightly, trying to refocus my gaze with his pale grey eyes. Because he always seemed to be looking around things rather than at them, this feat was hard enough under normal circumstances. Right then it was nearly impossible.

I started to say something again, but my efforts were interrupted when his free hand touched the side of my chin and turned my face to the side. And still there was the light pressure of his fingers against the back of my head. I felt like I was being inspected, as if he were gauging just the right place to put his lips. Although I think that at that point my body wouldn't have cared where, just as long as they were there. When his slender fingers tips slid downward, raising a tingle and faint goosebumps as they went, and came to rest against my collarbone, I wholeheartedly agreed with the rest of me.

Suddenly, he pulled himself upward, resting on his knees which had come to bump against my hip as I was sitting sideways to him. Before I could react to this new development, he had tilted my head upwards, murmuring, "Little Flame." And as his eyes slid closed, he brought his lips down upon mine. At that point I could only react. There was no protesting as the ministrations at the back of my head stopped and instead he used that hand to press me closer, the other sliding down inside the collar of my shirt.

I pressed my hands against his chest, trying to use him as a means to turn myself sideways. Having my head twisted this far to the side wasn't the most comfortable even if my lips were being devoured in a very delightful way. Ash gave me just enough time to squirm around, pulling in my knees against my chest, before he was invading even more of my personal space. He spread my legs apart, somehow succeeding in pushing me downwards with the same motion, for all of the sudden my head was resting against the sofa's arm. All the while he had not left my mouth, and the most surprising thing was that as our tongues managed to entangle themselves, I hadn't once knicked his fangs. I was sure I'd have done it at least once.

Like most, I think I expected him to simply do away with the clothes between us in a hurry. Boy, was I wrong. On this night I'd chosen one of those button-up shirts that was long enough to where I could take off my pants and still be completely covered up. That meant a great deal of buttons. Instead of grabbing the thing by its lapels and ripping downward to pop all of them off, he took the time to press his lips just above each button before he undid it and spread the pastel fabric wide.

Much to my dismay an intense blush swept over me. I wasn't sure if it was embarrassment, but the more I thought that I might be embarrassed the redder I got. Ash must have found it amusing because he looked up and although his eyes slipped just past my face, a ghostly smile crossed his lips. It was such a pleasant sight to see him smile. The vampire was a little more willowy than most of the men I favored and his face, while definitely masculine, had that soft look of androgyny I thought only anime characters could accomplish. But none of that really mattered, he was just beautiful and I wanted to kiss him again. So as he sat back, resting on his knees once more, as if contemplating what new torture to put me through, I raised up just enough to pull my shirt off the rest of the way. I wasn't exactly burning, but after that blush, the rest of me had just flushed along with it and little beads of sweat had already started down from my temples, running like tears along the side of my face.

I didn't give him a chance to decide what he wanted to do, instead I pulled myself up as far as I could, until my own knees were pressing into my chest. Then I kissed him again, delving into his mouth for another taste of his cool, earthy magic. My hands slid down the smooth expanse of his torso until my fingertips brushed over the edge of the loose jeans he was wearing. That certainly wouldn't do. I pulled my mouth from his long enough to press my forehead against his collarbone so that I was looking down enough to see the buttons and zipper to undo them. He took this same time to trail his own hands around my sides and to my back where he unclasped the sky blue bra I'd been wearing and when I pulled away from undoing his jeans, he pulled the cloth away. It fluttered to the floor, landing atop my shirt.

Another sharp, deep breath and I put myself against him as soon as possible. I admit to being a little self conscious, even in the wake of those who've expressly wanted to see my body. But I can't help it. It's an instant reaction to cover myself at times like these. Ash didn't really seem to care, for he had started kissing me again, starting at the corner of my mouth and ending somewhere against the base of my throat. The sigh that escaped me quickly became a moan when his right hand slid from its resting point at my waist until it cupped against my breast. Ever so slowly he ran his fingers over the soft flesh there until scraping ever so lightly across my nipple which is where his mouth fell to next.

I groaned out something that was supposed to sound like his name, but fell short as I swept my fingers through his hair, tugging his head ever closer as he worked his mouth around my skin. He took such time and care to pay attention to every detailed inch of my chest. It was nearly driving me insane with the urge to hurriedly pull off the rest of our clothes and have him pay this much attention to the rest of me. As that thought crossed my mind, he obliged it by making quick work of the buttons on my jeans. I was all to happy to wriggle out of them as he slid his own off finally.

And then ... everything paused. I had lain back against the arm of the couch, my breath coming in small gasps. For once, when my eyes found those of the vampire kneelietweetween my knees, I saw the haze clear from them and he was actually looking at me. Not over my shoulder, or somewhere off to the side, but right into my own eyes. I took a deep breath, my mouth suddenly dry. It was almost haunting, and might have ruined the entire mood had he not shut them then and come down upon me, lips pulling hungrily at mine.

I gasped his name into our kiss, involuntarily biting down on his bottom lip as he slid two chilly fingers deep inside me. For the first time since he'd last murmured his nickname for me, he made a noise, a pleasant little growl that seemed to approve of everything. Very slowly, he began to pump those fingers in and out and I could do nothing but squirm against him, feeling everything from my belly down tighten and quiver. It made me think of being an instrument, where his cool fingers were plucking at the strings down there and the music they made was each little gasp and whimper that escaped me.

"Ash," I breathed and he swallowed this noise just as he'd done each one before it in the constant connection of our mouths. My whole body felt as it were about to melt, like any moment I might become some puddle of goo. Lovely image. I wouldn't want to stain his couch.

But soon he withdrew those fingers and I whimpered loudly, this time the sound making it onto the air as he had begun to kiss away from my mouth instead following the curve of my cheek until he reached my throat. "Ash," I groaned again, trying to reach forward to put my hands on him. However, I didn't have time to do anything but grip his shoulders as he thrust his entire length into me. My head fell back, eyes squeezed shut as my knees fell farther to the side and everything moved about to accomodate him.

Ash held himself aloft by placing his hands on either side of my head. I didn't know if he was looking at me or not; my eyes were too tightly closed to see anything. Not because each subsequent grind of his hips to mine was painful or even too hard or fast ... it was simply all I could do. And it kept me from biting my own lip off to keep from crying out too loudly. Although it was a silly thought on my part. There wasn't a soul about for miles, the only thing that might have heard us would have been Pa, the cute little red fox Ash kept about. Of course, then I really hoped she wasn't watching. Sure, she was just a little animal. But ... ah, awkward!

Those thoughts were pushed quickly from my mind when his pace did quicken and I found myself working harder to meet each stroke he made within. I could feel the heat rising even down into the soles of my feet as everything built for what had to be a grand finale. He moved faster, and dropped to his elbows, head coming to rest in the crook of my neck, lips pressing against my shoulder and I felt his tongue dart out once or twice to taste the salty skin there. I wrapped my arms about his shoulders, pulling him further down, until I could feel the chill of his skin against my feverish flesh. And then I threw back my head again, nearly seeing stars as it connected with the couch arm, and I moaned and groaned and in general made Ash look for all the world like a mime, as he was so silent. It had come at last and I felt heat and pleasure roll over me like a thick storm cloud, breaking as the tingles ended at my toes and fingertips.

There was more, and I cried out yet again as I felt Ash's fangs slide deep into the side of my throat and I could feel the rush of blood leaving me even as I felt his own climax sweeping forth inside. I murmured a few more unintelligible sounds, winding the fingers of one hand into his hair as he drank at my neck, still planted deeply inside me. I struggled not to squirm too much.

A couple of moments later, he was pushing himself up onto his hands again, those grey eyes of his still clear of their usual fog. After the initial haunted feeling of his eyes locking on mine for the first time, I had no problem staring up into them. Despite the fact that he was running his tongue against the last crimson remnants of my blood. Then he leaned down and kissed my lips lightly, withdrawing from my body, murmuring again, "How we have missed our Little Flame."