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Out of pure boredom, Daniel turns on the radio. There’s not much else to do to occupy her time in the small hotel room she’s booked for the night besides watching TV- which she’s already tried and was quickly bored by the approximately four channels they offer- or sleep. Much too early to try sleeping; the sun had barely settled tonight, shades of lilac turning the sky darker by the minute.
Static permeates the air from the radio, causing Daniel to wince as she fiddles with the knobs to try and find anything but the awful noise. Seemingly at once it stops, replaced by a catchy tune that Daniel’s heard a few times, but isn’t quite sure of the lyrics.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, I’m beggin’ of you please don’t take my man
Daniel flops down onto the bed, stomach first, and drums her fingers against the mattress to the beat of the song.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, please don’t take him just because you can
Daniel sympathizes with the singer and almost feels bad that she doesn’t know her name. Her sister certainly would.
Your beauty is beyond compare, with flaming locks of auburn hair with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
And that grabs Daniel’s attention. Reminds her of why she’s in this damned hotel in the first place.
The song’s easy enough to tune out with thoughts of Armand floating through her mind. Daniel hasn’t seen her for an entire week, yet the small time apart is not enough to inhibit her from envisioning her perfectly.
Emerald eyes are the only part of the description that doesn’t fit. No, Armand’s eyes are dark. Onyx almost, appearing like a black hole when she pesters Daniel with relentless questioning. Through the dim lighting from hotel rooms like this one, the warmth in them is revealed, dark dark brown that’d be all too easy to get lost in if it weren’t for how flustered it’d make her.
The rest though fits her perfectly. Ivory skin that at times almost appears to be translucent, showing blue and purple veins when she’s hungry, and at other times, is rosy pink from blood that is certainly not her own. Auburn hair that falls in ringlets around her face and shoulders.
A week it’s been since they’ve last met. An entire week that’s dragged on, each night feeling longer than the last and that’s left Daniel burning with the question of if Armand’s tired of their little game.
Their last encounter had ended with Armand’s fangs buried in her neck. Only a taste, brief enough that it felt like mere seconds, but had Daniel desperate for so much more. Maybe that was it. Maybe Armand only wanted her for the chase, and once she finally caught her, she got bored of her.
The thought of never seeing her again has Daniel burying her face in the pillow, as if somehow that might stop the tears that feel inevitable, and that song is still playing.
My happiness depends on you
Some sick joke it is, how the lyrics are resonating with her.
And whatever you decide to do, Jolene
Would Armand decide to show up again? Hopefully. But if not, at least Daniel has all the memories of them together. Including, obviously, the last time they’d met.
Daniel swallows- the click of her throat loud in her ears, seeming to reverberate throughout the small room.
She’d goaded her into biting her. Had taunted her all night until it ended with her pinned against the wall, a knee between her thighs, and a clawed hand in her hair pulling her head sharply to the side.
It’d all happened so quickly, that Daniel barely had the chance to appreciate it. Not that she didn’t appreciate it though. All of Daniel’s attention had been directed to the fangs in her flesh, the burning pain that had started in her neck and dissipated into heat deep in her gut.
If only Armand had held her there longer, had given her time to gyrate her hips against her thigh. All the sensation that would be!
Would it be hard to get off with her blood being pulled in different directions? Or would it be easier, combining with the pleasure from the bite?
Daniel moans just from thinking of it, of making a mess between her legs the way Armand would make a mess of her neck. Though she hadn’t really made a mess, or if she did, she cleaned up after herself.
The fabric of Armand’s shirt had been soft- and expensive, no doubt- as Daniel clutched onto it, squeezing Armand’s shoulder with her other hand as she lapped at the wound on her neck. Her tongue, cold at first but steadily growing warmer from Daniel’s blood, barely touched her skin. Teasing, almost tickling, and it sent a shiver throughout her body.
If Daniel reacted like that just from having her blood sucked- Daniel sighs. Wiggles her hips and, at the last moment, sneaks her hand into her boxers.
Already a bit wet, Daniel just barely dips into her entrance and spreads her slick over her clit. She makes the letter v with her fingers and pumps her clit, a short and fast motion that she knows will get her off quickly.
Like this, the hotel room practically disappears. All Daniel’s aware of is her heartbeat pounding in her ears, her breath becoming faster as her orgasm builds up with thoughts of Armand-
“What are you doing?”
Daniel’s heart drops- making her lightheaded enough that she might collapse from fear if she wasn’t already lying down- and then jackhammers as she hastily pulls her hand from her boxers and jerks her head up to look at Armand.
“What am I doing? What are you doing?” Daniel’s embarrassment pools in her cheeks and heats up her neck and chest as she wonders how long Armand had watched before admitting her presence. Long enough to hear her breathy moans? Long enough to watch her hips rutting into her own touch? “You show up after days of nothing-“
Armand smiles- a wicked thing- even without showing her fangs that Daniel knows are there. “Of course, I know what you were doing.” She picks up Daniel’s right hand by her wrist, bringing it close to her mouth, and there, lips parting just slightly, are the sharp points of her fangs. “Your fingers are wet.” Armand drops Daniel’s hand, a slight thud on the mattress, and Daniel is mortified.
Still on her stomach while Armand looms over her like the predator she is, humiliation coursing through her veins, somehow is not enough to quell her arousal. “If you knew what I was doing, then pray to tell, was the point in asking?”
Armand shrugs, a hip resting against the nightstand. “I wanted to see what you’d say.”
“Well? Are you satisfied with my answer?”
“No.”
Daniel scoffs. “I’m not sure what you expected. Maybe a ‘yes, I was totally jerking it to you, Armand.’?” And then realizes what she just fucking admitted and drops her face on the pillow to avoid looking at what is surely a very satisfied look on Armand’s face.
“That’s better, yes. By all means, don’t stop on my account.”
Daniel turns her head to look at Armand, eyes narrowing in suspicion at her calm-as-always expression. “What?”
Eyes half-lidded, Armand smiles, all sultry and looking just like the cat who caught the mouse. And honestly, she really has. “You heard me. Continue.”
The command has Daniel trying- and failing- to suppress a whine into the pillow, her pussy clenching around nothing as her hand slides back under her boxers to rub her clit.
A tapping on her lower back, cold just barely muffled through the waistband. “Take these off.” Sharp nails trailing down her hip, threatening to tear the fabric. “And sit up.”
Daniel hurries to comply, kicking off her underwear and sitting against the headboard. Like this, she’s completely bare. Exposed. Vulnerable. Her nipples stiffen in the air conditioning and she shivers under Armand’s intense gaze.
“Can I?” Daniel asks, and immediately feels stupid for asking permission to touch her own body.
“Whenever you’re ready, Daniel.”
Wasting no time, Daniel spreads her thighs and strokes her clit with an intensity that quickly has her bucking into her touch.
Armand laughs, the sound making Daniel still, her heart skipping a beat. “What’s so funny?” Daniel bites her cheek, feeling suddenly very silly.
Coming around to the foot of the bed, Armand sits and looks at Daniel. Really looks at her, appraising almost. “Don’t you wish to enjoy yourself?” Armand shushes Daniel when she opens her mouth to object. “It’s like you’re trying to start a friction fire.” She giggles, and drags her fingers along Daniel’s calf, up her knee, stopping just short of her thigh. Goosebumps appear on Daniel’s skin as her thigh flexes in anticipation of a touch that doesn’t come. “Allow yourself sensuality.”
“Gee, how’d I ever get off without your help?” Daniel rolls her eyes. “I’ve given myself plenty of great orgasms, just so you know.”
“Have you?” Armand removes her hand from Daniel’s leg and traces it up her own, fingers spread out over her clothed thigh; her movement is like a magnet for Daniel’s eyes. “I think you could have a better one.”
Something in that statement has Daniel’s throat dry, a shiver running down her spine. It’s not a threat, but not threats don’t usually have Daniel’s breath speeding up in excitement. “What are you proposing?”
“A deal.”
“A deal?”
“Yes, a bargain. If I can make you finish better than you ever have before, then I get your blood. Not all of it, I have no intentions of killing you tonight, but it must be given willingly.”
Fat chance of that happening. “And if you’re not the best I’ve ever had? What do I get in return?”
“Whatever you wish.” The demand is on Daniel’s lips, but Armand is quick to speak over her. “Well, almost whatever you wish. You already know my answer to that foolish request.”
It’s Daniel’s turn to laugh. “Sure. You win, I let you drink my blood.” She pauses and takes a deep breath. “Willingly.” There hasn’t ever been a time where her blood wasn’t given willingly- besides her encounter with Louis- but it’s more fun to play the victim. “And if I win, we stay in for an entire night. No dragging me across the city at two a.m., I want to relax.”
“If that’s what you wish.” Armand shrugs. “We have a deal then. Shall we begin?”
“Yeah,” Daniel says and tries not to let on how excited she is.
“Perfect. Follow my move, Daniel.”
Slowly, Armand takes off her shirt, the hem dragging up her torso, revealing the light dusting of auburn hair beneath her belly button, her black padded bra and ample cleavage, her tits pressing more together as Armand moves her hands above her head and finally removes her shirt. The pants are next, buttons and a zipper coming undone, dark fabric bunching around her plump thighs before she shimmies out of them. Sitting there in only her bra and underwear, looking completely unbothered as she reaches back for the clasp of her bra. Her breasts jut forward and Daniel pointedly looks away- at her own legs, at the ceiling, anywhere besides the divine vision in front of her.
“Pay attention, Daniel,” Armand says, voice softer than it should be for a command, but Daniel is no less quick to comply with it. The straps slip down her shoulders, and then she puts her bra on the pile of her clothes beside her. Unsupported, her breasts rest on her stomach, framing her figure beautifully. Daniel wonders how they’d fill her hands if she squeezed them, how much of her soft skin would fall between her fingers, if Armand would let her suck them, and how they’d taste.
Armand swirls her thumb around her nipple, briefly squeezes her tit, and leaves five pink crescents that fade all too quickly into her pale flesh. Daniel bites back a moan and instinctively rolls her hips into the mattress. “You’re supposed to be following my movements, remember?” Armand asks, fangs on full display, which really is not helping how quickly Daniel is getting wet. “Or did you forget in your distraction?” It’s all Daniel can do to bring her hand up to her tit and mirror Armand.
“There you go, just like that,” Armand murmurs and Daniel’s head swims from the praise. Her right hand trails down her side, crosses over her hip, and briefly rests in the crease of her groin.
“You’re such a tease,” Daniel groans, her hand on the tense muscle of her thigh, the other still idly playing with her tit like Armand is.
“And you’re too pent up. Relax, and maybe I’ll stop being ‘such a tease’”. The words sound heavy on her tongue as if the words are unfamiliar, and her fangs flash as she speaks, the sharp points reflecting the light of the room and making something twist low in Daniel’s stomach. Her knees fall open of their own accord, her back resting fully on the headboard instead of attempting to sit up.
“Was that so hard? I knew you could do it.” A sultry smile on Armand’s face, and this time Daniel can’t hold back her whine. If only Armand would finally touch herself! Daniel needs it so badly, thinks she might die if she doesn’t get to finish soon.
Instead of lingering on her thigh, or going to her pussy which Daniel so desperately wants, Armand trails her hand back slowly up her body, cups her own jaw for a moment, and then parts her lips just enough to slide in two fingers. The sight is fucking mesmerizing. Armand’s cheeks hollowed ever so slightly as she sucks, her fingers coming out wetter every time just before she languidly thrusts them back into her mouth. Daniel would do it for her if she asked. She imagines how cold her fingers would be on her tongue, like eating a popsicle on a hot day. If she’d tease her, only let her lick the tips, her sharp nails threatening to cut her as she worked. Or maybe she’d fuck her hard and fast, use her mouth to get all wet-
Focus, Daniel.
The unexpected voice in her head startles her out of her fantasy, blushing scarlet red at the knowledge that Armand could hear her this entire time.
Yes, you do have quite the imagination on you.
Daniel rubs her hands over her face, hiding her eyes momentarily, and then pushes her hair back. “C’mon,” she sighs. “You don’t actually expect me to believe this is what you do every time you get off.”
“It’s not, because I don’t get off as you like to put it. Vampires don’t experience arousal the same way mortals do.” She pointedly looks at Daniel, at her hard nipples and clit, her wet hole. Feeling like a specimen does nothing to stop her from grinding against the mattress. “So I suggest that you stop complaining and enjoy the show.” Unless you wish to stop?
No.” Daniel shakes her head and cuts off any further words by shoving her fingers in her mouth.
Good. Get them nice and wet for me.
Daniel moans around her fingers, alternating between laving her tongue over them and fucking them in and out of her mouth. Watches with half-lidded eyes as Armand does the same.
A string of saliva connects Armand’s fingers to her red lips as she pulls them out. “That’s enough.”
“Yes-” Daniel starts, and then cuts herself off because what even was she about to say? Whatever it was, she’s too sober for it. Still, she follows Armand’s movements, bringing her wet fingers down, and hissing in relief as finally-finally!- she touches herself.
Copying Armand, she drags her fingers over her hole, gathering the wetness there, and smears it over her clit. Combined with Daniel’s saliva and own slickness, she’s gotta admit, is much nicer than just going at it to get off and button her pants back up. Less rough. Easier to slide through her folds and tease her entrance.
Ruthless, the way that Armand doesn’t stay in one place for too long. Right as Daniel feels her orgasm coming on from tracing circles over her clit, Armand stops and finger fucks herself instead. Naturally, Daniel complies.
For someone who ‘doesn’t feel arousal the same way that mortals do’ Armand certainly isn’t acting like it. Head thrown back, breath coming in tiny gasps, Daniel would say she’s about to come if she didn’t know better.
Armand shakes her head. “Only the blood can make me finish.” She pants, biting her lip and looking like she wants to devour Daniel. “Not that it’s really in the traditional sense.”
“Is that why you’ve been holding out on me? I still need to come, y’know.”
“Holding out on you?” Armand scoffs. “By all means finish if you’re able to. I never said you couldn’t.”
Oh. Guess Daniel had that idea in her mind all on her own. The thought has her bucking into her touch, thrusting her fingers in and out of her faster and faster, imagining Armand not letting her come, edging her until she’s a begging sobbing mess.
“And here I was thinking you wanted to come.” Armand tsks. ”We did agree though that you’d mirror me; if I’d known that you’re unable to stop yourself from rutting like an animal then I would’ve tied you down.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Armand!"
Daniel tries to still herself, pressing her palm flat to her thigh as if that could keep her in place, and- as much as it pains her- slows her pace to match Armand’s.
“There you go, good girl.” Armand smiles, fangs bared and sharp. Oh, how they’d ache, buried in her flesh.
A familiar heat builds at the base of Daniel’s spine and she’s so close she can practically taste it. As if sensing this, Armand fucks herself faster, rubbing tiny circles against her clit with her thumb. Daniel gladly, desperately, does the same and she stands no fucking chance as she’s pushed off the edge, her pussy spasming against her fingers, her moans echoing off the hotel walls.
After a moment she recovers and sags boneless against the headboard. She looks at Armand perched across from her, her legs folded under her and hands clasped in her lap. If Daniel wasn’t so well fucked then Armand’s dark eyes boring into her would have her shifting in uncomfortableness. For now, though she’s sleepy and relaxed, and probably not thinking very clearly as she holds her hand out to Armand. “You deserve this. For winning the bet.”
Armand hums in assent, and takes Daniel’s offered hand, lacing her fingers between hers. “May I?”
Before Daniel can remark that of course she can, she was offering herself wasn’t she, Armand’s using her outstretched arm to pull herself into Daniel’s lap, her thighs on either side of hers.
Considering that they’d just played some psychosexual game of Armand telling Daniel how to jerk off, this feels weirdly intimate, the way they’re pressed together. Pressed breast to breast, Daniel can feel Armand’s slow heartbeat against her own. Hard to tell if she shivers from her icy skin or their close contact.
“Is this willing enough?” Daniel asks, snickering because she sounds like a shitty pickup line. She reclines her head, feels the stretch of her taut tendons, and jumps at the tickle of Armand’s chill breath on her skin.
“Yes, sweet girl,” Armand says and bites down.