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Lance
Everything seemed to go in slow motion as the final seconds on the clock counted down.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
The crowd erupted, a wall of sound crashing over me, deafening and disorienting. My body gave out as adrenaline drained from my limbs, and I dropped to my knees on the pitch, my chest heaving with exhaustion and disbelief. My magic fizzled just beneath the surface of my skin - spent, but still humming, as if even it couldn't quite believe it was over. We’d actually done it. We won the Pitball championship.
Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them away, heart hammering as reality started to sink in. We were champions. After everything we’d been through; the brutal training, the injuries, the near-misses - it all led to this moment.
I scanned the crowd, a sea of roaring faces and flailing arms, until a streak of blue caught my eye.
Darcy.
She was pushing through people, barely sparing them a glance as she shoved past those who were standing in their seats. Her soft blue hair, unmistakable in any crowd, was like a beacon cutting through the chaos. I could barely breathe as I locked eyes with her for half a second, and then she was moving. Faster than I’d ever seen her. She leapt down onto the pitch like gravity meant nothing to her, and suddenly she was running straight at me.
The next moment, I was flat on my back with a body full of joy and a lap full of woman. “Lance!” she cried, launching herself into me with such force that I toppled backwards, laughing even as I wheezed out an ‘oomph’ from the impact. My arms wrapped around her instinctively, grounding myself in the only thing that felt real in that moment.
“Blue…” I murmured, brushing her hair from her face with shaking fingers. “We did it.”
I didn’t care who was watching. Cameras, fans, coaches, the whole damn league could’ve been staring, and it wouldn’t have stopped me. I leaned in and kissed her, a soft brush of lips that quickly turned deeper, more urgent. Her body pressed against mine, her warmth seeping into my skin, her breath sweet and fast. Around us, the world blurred; the roars of the crowd dulling, the lights above hazing out like stars. All I could focus on was her. The curve of her smile against my mouth. The way her hands clutched at my shoulders like she never wanted to let go.
I kissed her hard and fast, my right hand tangling in the strands of her hair, while my left found her hip. Her shirt had ridden up, exposing a sliver of bare skin that sent a bolt of desire straight through me. I flexed my fingers there, grounding myself in the feel of her. She sucked in a breath at the contact, her body shifting atop mine, and I groaned - low and primal - because if she kept this up, I wasn’t going to be responsible for what happened next.
“Lance,” she whispered, breaking the kiss with a chuckle, her breath hot against my cheek. “You have a trophy to collect.”
She pushed off me with infuriating grace, sauntering backwards with a smugness that only made her more irresistible. Her fingers brushed her hair back as she threw me a look over her shoulder.
“We’ll celebrate later!” I called after her, unable to stop the grin spreading across my face.
She winked. Actually winked.
This woman would be the death of me. And by the stars, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Darcy
“Shit.” I cursed under my breath as the knife slipped, slicing straight into my finger while I chopped another strawberry for the growing pile. Without missing a beat, I hovered my other hand over the wound and healed it quickly. There was no time for petty injuries, Lance would be out of the shower soon.
I arranged the strawberries on the tray and reached for the cream from the fridge. Lance had been training relentlessly these past few weeks, pushing himself to the edge to make sure the team brought home the championship. He deserved a treat. A sweet one.
“What’s all this?” came a voice from behind me.
Damn him and his sneaky vampire feet.
I sighed as his arms wrapped around my waist, his scent - cinnamon and something unmistakably him flooding my senses. “Is this for me?”
“Maybe…” I teased, smiling as I leaned back into him. “I thought you’d earned a reward after how hard you’ve been working.”
I turned to face him and instantly regretted it. He stood there with nothing but a towel around his waist, water still dripping from the ends of his damp hair.
Well, fuck me.
He dipped his head and pressed a kiss behind my ear, his fangs sliding out just enough to graze along the sensitive skin of my throat.
“You’re too good to me, Blue,” he whispered, and I melted on the spot.
I inhaled deeply, trying to steady myself, then flicked his nose. He pulled back with a furrowed brow. “No biting,” I warned, “unless it’s the strawberries.”
He pouted before pressing a soft kiss to my lips and wandering back into the bedroom. Our bedroom. Sometimes I still had to pinch myself to believe this was real, after everything we’d been through.
Shaking off the dreamy haze, I picked up the tray and set it in the centre of the kitchen. I added the cream and a couple of plates, though I was beginning to suspect we wouldn’t need them. Smiling to myself, I went back to the fridge and pulled out the bottle of champagne I’d been saving for this very night. Two glasses followed, and I filled them both to the brim.
“You spoil me, Blue,” Lance said, appearing behind me again.
I turned, one glass already in hand. He was dressed now, sort of. A tight white shirt clung to his chest, and dark jeans hugged his hips, but his hair was still damp and he hadn’t bothered with socks.
“I told you,” I said, handing him a glass, “you deserve it.”
I raised my own. “And… I guess it’s nice to just feel happy for once.”
He stepped closer and clinked his glass gently against mine.
“To happiness,” he said, his voice low as his free hand settled on my waist. “And winning.”
I arched a brow, smirking. “To happiness,” I echoed, ignoring the second part. I’d already won.
“Shall we?” I gestured to the table, but his eyes darkened and drifted lower. “What are you thinking?” I asked, suddenly breathless.
He didn’t reply right away. Instead, he set his glass down slowly, never looking away. Then he stepped in, nudging me back until my hips hit the edge of the table. His hands landed either side of me, palms flat on the wood.
His eyes dropped to the bowl of cream. “Just thinking about all the places on your body I’d love to lick that off.”
“Lance…” I whispered, chest brushing his as I inhaled sharply.
“Mmm?” His gaze was hooded now, his voice rough and low. “What are you thinking, Blue?”
I smirked and pushed him back a step, crossing my arms. “That I spent a lot of time cutting those damn strawberries.”
“You’re right.” He gave me a devilish grin before sitting in the chair to the left and motioning for me to take the one beside him. “So maybe I can do this instead?”
He picked up a strawberry, dipped it in cream, and brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth, only for him to press the berry, and his finger, past my lips. I sucked his finger slowly, releasing it with a loud pop, then chewed the strawberry.
“Taste good?” he asked, eyes twinkling.
I nodded, deliberately slow. Heat pooled low in my belly, a dull ache building between my thighs. If he wanted to play games, fine.
I could play too.
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Lance
She sucked my finger like it was the only thing she’d ever wanted in her mouth, then released it with a pop that sent a jolt straight to my cock. Her eyes locked on mine, and I knew exactly what she was doing.
To be fair, I started it.
I leaned back in the chair, still watching her as I leaned over and grabbed another strawberry. Her breath hitched as I dipped it in the cream and held it between my fingers. Darcy didn’t move this time, she just sat there, arms crossed, pretending like she wasn’t aching for me to close the gap.
With a smirk, I brought the berry to my own lips instead this time, biting into it slowly, letting the cream smear across the corner of my mouth. Her eyes followed the movement like prey tracking a predator.
“See something you like?” I asked, licking the cream from my lips deliberately slow.
She didn’t answer me, but her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip and I knew I was done for. My restraint snapped like a broken thread.
I stood up in one fluid motion, pushing the chair back with a creak against the wooden floor, and closed the distance between us again. She leaned back against the table as I boxed her in, placing my hands on either side of her hips.
“Tell me,” I said, voice low as I pressed closer, “did you picture me feeding you strawberries… or eating them off you?”
Her breath caught, her eyes glistening and that damn tongue popped out of her mouth again, dragging along her bottom lip.
That was all the permission I needed.
Without breaking eye contact, I trailed a finger through the cream and brought it to the base of her neck, drawing a slow line just below her collarbone. Her mouth parted, eyes wide now. My head dipped, tongue following the path of cream I’d left behind, groaning as I did so.
She gasped, her hands finding the front of my shirt, fingers curling into the fabric. I kissed lower, tasting sugar and skin, her pulse fluttering under my mouth like a trapped bird. My fangs jutted out on instinct but I was careful not to break skin.
“Lance,” she whispered, the sound of my name barely audible. A warning, a plea? I wasn’t sure.
I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. “Still want those plates, Blue?” I asked.
She shook her head, and I smiled.
Good. Because I had no intention of leaving a single thing uneaten.
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Darcy
His tongue dragged slowly along my skin, warm and deliberate, following the trail of cream he’d left just beneath my collarbone. My breaths were laboured and I couldn’t ignore the pulsing in-between my thighs any longer.
By the stars, this man.
The heat from his mouth was nothing compared to the heat curling deep in my stomach. Suddenly my skin and my clothes felt too tight, too suffocating. The room, the champagne, the careful planning I’d put into this evening suddenly faded until there was only him.
He pulled back, eyes dark with that wicked glint I knew all too well. My heart thudded like a drum in my chest and knowing he could hear it only made it worse.
“Still want those plates, Blue?” he asked, voice low, teasing.
I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. The way he looked at me when he said my nickname like that, like I was both a prize better than any Pitball trophy, and a challenge, made my knees weak and my thoughts scatter.
Lance grinned, slow and hungry, and stepped in closer again, his fingers skimming across the hem of my shirt as he kept his eyes locked with mine.
“Good,” he murmured. “Because I want all of you.”
I sucked in a breath as his hands slid higher up my shirt, his hands grazing along my rib. His eyes widened as he realised he might have forgotten his socks, but I’d forgotten my bra.
Suddenly, I didn’t care about strawberries or champagne or what time it was. Just him. Just us.
“Lance,” I whispered, and this time there was no warning in my voice. No restraint. Just need.
He looked at me like I was the only thing he’d ever wanted.
For once I was grateful for his vampire speed (and strength) as he hooked his hands behind my thighs and hoisted me up, my ankles locking around his waist as he moved to carry me to his bedroom.
I met his mouth with mine as he carried me with ease, it was hot and needy and I couldn’t get enough of him as my tongue tangled with his. I expected my back to hit the bed but he dropped me down to my feet instead, gesturing to the armchair.
Oh fuck.
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Lance
I gestured towards the armchair and she moved backwards slowly, sinking into it after a moment with a soft gasp. She looked up at me, legs parted just enough so I could see a flash of underwear beneath her skirt, cheeks flushed.
Beautiful So beautiful. Mine.
I dropped to my knees in front of her, hands trailing up her thighs, slow and torturous. The world could’ve ended right then and I wouldn’t have noticed. Not with her like this, laid out before me like a fucking feast. My name was still echoing in my ears, the way she said it, like it meant something sacred.
“You look good here,” I murmured, fingers brushing under the hem of her shirt, pushing it up and above over her head before discarding it on the floor beside us. “Too good.”
She shivered beneath my touch, breath catching again when I leaned in, my mouth ghosting just above her skin. I wanted to take my time. Tease her. Worship her. But I wasn’t sure if that’s what she wanted by the look on her face, the heat in her eyes.
“Tell me what you want, Blue,” I said, my voice a low rasp now. “Because I’m not stopping until I’ve given you every bit of it.”
“You.” she said hungrily, “I want you. Please”
“Oh?” I said, trying to keep up with this game although I was sure if I buried myself in her now I’d explode right then and there.
“By the stars, Lance. Fuck me. Please. Just… I need you inside of me right fucking now.” She cursed. And stars be damned if I didn’t like it when my sweet girl had such a dirty, hot mouth.
She spoke again as I hesitated, her breathing laboured, “No teasing. Please.” she was begging now.
I needed no further encouragement as I made quick work of removing her underwear - leaving her skirt on, before swiftly removing my shirt, pants and boxers. I lifted her up, positioning her so I was knelt right by her entrance. She looked so fucking beautiful.
“Say it. One more time, Blue.” I grunted, brushing myself against her.
“Fuck me, Lance.” She said without hesitation, and as the words left her lips I pushed into her, painfully slowly.
A moan escaped my lips as I felt how ready she was for me, without teasing, she was ready. “Shit, Darcy.” I groaned as I pulled out almost all the way before burying myself back inside her, deeper this time.
She clung to me as I set a steady rhythm, her nails digging into my shoulders as my hips snapped back and forth, determined to give her what she needed.
“Lance…” she moaned, her mouth finally on mine again as we kissed hungrily. Damn I loved this woman. She was so perfect. Such a perfect fit for me and it felt so damn good.
“Fuck Blue. I love you” I grunted, picking up the pace. She’d asked me to fuck her and I was damned if I wasn’t going to give her exactly what she asked for.
“I love… you” she moaned back, her tongue caressing mine in time with the stroke of my cock buried deep inside her.
I picked up the pace again, relishing how she felt in my arms. How I enjoyed the hint of pain as her nails drove into my skin once more as her walls began to tighten around me. I moved my free hand in-between our bodies so I could stroke over her most sensitive area in a way I knew would send her over the edge.
So. Fucking. Perfect.
“UGH Fuck. Lance.” She cried and I knew she was close. I snapped my hips relentlessly, my thumb brushing over the swollen bud again as I opened my eyes to watch her as she came undone for me.
“That’s it Blue. Come for me.” Apparently that was all she needed as she shattered beneath me, I barely had time to think about it as I snapped my hips once, twice and a third time before I cried out in pleasure.
“Fuck!” I shouted as my mouth found hers once again, my breathing ragged as I kissed her hungrily, my pace finally slowing as I fell over the edge for her.
I collapsed on top of her, my chest heaving as I reached up to cup her face. “You… will be my undoing, Darcy.” I whispered against her skin, kissing her softly now.
I opened my eyes to look at her and she bit her lip before a low chuckle bubbled from her throat, “What can I say, the winner takes it all.”
I smiled, the sound of her laugh still ringing in my ears. “With you, Blue... it never feels like losing.”
She rolled her eyes, but the curve of her mouth betrayed her, the smirk softening into something tender.
I leaned in, brushing my lips against her temple as she settled deeper into my arms. The scent of champagne and strawberries permeated the room, and her skin was warm beneath my hands.
“For once,” I whispered, “the future doesn’t feel so far away, Blue.”
And for the first time in a long time, I truly believed myself.