Vivienne

-Not really.- Vivienne’s mind laughed at her as she realized she’d frozen in place much like Faye did moments before.  The sensation of Faye pressed into her caused the electric feeling to calmly spark through her nerves and locked her hands in place.  Vivienne knew only one thing in her non-beating heart, the vampiress needed Faye with her. “I will recover, Tigerlily.”

-That name!- Faye returned her own purr to match the one softly coming from Vivienne.  Feeling comfortable and knowing she had plenty of time, Faye casually changed the subject back to the soap she was currently using to clean her arms. “Anything is better than using hotel soap.  My parents didn’t want to buy anything we already had.  So, I smell like hotel hand soap.”

“I didn’t really notice.”

“Everyone notices that horrible stuff.  It was the cheapest stuff ever, labeled like it was luxury spa soap or something.”

“I was looking at your eyes.”  Vivienne cooed lightly into Faye’s ear before adding to the small talk. “I picked the cucumber because I liked it.”

“You have likes, other than my eyes?”  Faye gave a pleasing wiggle when her creator mentioned her sparkly green eyes again. “You have been rather clinical most of the evening, it is surprising that you have things you like.”

“I am a doctor.”

“Was that a joke too?”

“Apparently a bad one.  You were saying?” Vivienne once more flushed the shampoo from her partner’s hair then slipped her arms around her waist, pulling them together.

Faye had her eyes closed and let out a drawn out and heartfelt sigh when Vivienne’s hands clutched them together followed by simple kisses to her shoulder.  Faye lost grip on the sudsy sponge she had been using to reach behind her and started caressing Vivienne’s shapely hips.  The questions swirling in her head vanished and the newborn instead found herself in a renewed sense of delight with her girlfriend pressed intensely into her.  Faye struggled with herself to find a way to answer the simple question Vivienne asked a moment before, but instead found herself unable to think about anything but the warm and gentle hands holding her.  It was the touch that sent all the signals to her body,  the rush of love and belonging.  Pressed against Vivienne this tightly, the Korean woman pushed back the sexual heat of her partner's touch, replacing it with the comforting heat of knowing that Vivienne would never willingly leave her.  She nestled deep within her own feelings and found the knowledge that while the claim was said that she belonged to Vivienne, Faye knew that Vivienne belonged to her as well.  Letting an approving rumble from her throat, Faye turned her head and managed to give a light kiss to the French woman’s cheek.  “I have said a bunch, then you pull me into you, or kiss me and I forget myself.”  She kept rubbing Vivienne’s hips. “Say whatever you want to, just don’t let me go.”

A simple kiss to her cheek sent a ripple of energy through Vivienne, scattering her thoughts.  Her body instinctively used part of the energy to push herself into Faye’s exploration of her hips and thighs.  Her fangs locked into place and started little prickles on Faye’s shoulder.  Vivienne knew what was just below the supple wet flesh she was kissing. -Faye’s taste.  The taste of love.- Part of the vampire knew that she could just take the blood Faye had, or even order her to give it up.  She banished the thoughts immediately and focused on the moment between them.  Faye had given Vivienne trust twice now, first in allowing her to change and second, right now. “Je ne lâcherai jamais prise, mon amour.”  She whispered without thought in the energy of the moment.

“Mmm.”  Faye purred hearing the French words spill from Vivienne. “What does that mean?”

“Loosely translated? It means; "My love, I will never let go.” 

Faye felt the words penetrate into her chest, wrapping around her undead heart. “This is the part of you I love most.”

“What do you mean?”  Vivienne asked and picked up the sponge, using it to wash Faye’s back.

A molten urge rushed through Faye as Vivienne unexpectedly started washing her, making her stumble until she regained her footing.  She found herself looking up into Vivienne’s sparkling eyes, now face to face. “I..”  Her comment hung in her throat once more seeing the glowing woman she knew was hers. “Y..you are, um-washing me.”

“Yes.” Vivienne leaned forward and kissed Faye’s forehead. “You never did give me an answer either way.”  She inspected Faye for the traces of blood from her feeding and found some lingering between her legs.  Kneeling down, Vivienne started cleaning her partner’s inner thighs.

Faye’s mind exploded into a million different directions as her willpower finally broke.  Frenzied and uncontrolled, her stomach tightened with the first orgasmic pulse.  Faye arched her back next, as the one pulse was replaced by beats of heat that caused her to jerk and lose her footing.  She felt herself falling, though she didn’t know if it was her mind or her body doing it.  She felt herself scream out, but it wasn’t the same that she knew.  It was a tiger's roar mixed with her personal feminine cry of joy.  Faye felt its intensity surge out from her cunny, through her veins in a burst of fire like it had smoldered for hours.

Vivienne’s mouth started watering as she sensed the sweet and light sexual scent emanating from Faye change into a thicker and richer flow to match the heat of the orgasm that shook her newborn love.  Dropping the sponge, Vivienne rushed in blur to catch the wobbling young vampire and pulled her into a tight hug, whispering into her ear slowly. “I am here, mon amour.  Let it out, all of it my love.” Vivienne followed each convulsion with a tiny kiss on Faye’s shoulders.

Faye registered the few words Vivienne spoke as her body let go of all the pressure that had built up.  Her mind still in the fragments flashed images of the known evening.  Her death and rebirth, the first smell of blood making her mouth water, eating Drake.  Bathing in Blood.  Embracing her tiger.  All of it made her body pulse and release more than sexual gratification.  The last image and the last pulse, their embrace and first real kiss.  Completely drained and spent, Faye collapsed into Vivienne’s arms.

Vivienne held her girlfriend tightly as she felt the orgasm slowly fade from Faye’s body. “Faye.”  She meekly whispered to her partner as she felt Faye regain her footing.

“Vivienne.”  Faye sniffled and pulled herself to look up into her star blue eyes.

“Are you..I…Faye.”  Vivienne found herself unable to form any sentence that made sense.  She turned off the steaming water and looked into the green eyes of her companion. “Oh, my TigerLily.  I just ..”  

Faye heard the desire and concern wavering in Vivienne’s accented voice. “Yes.”  She reached up and cupped Vivienne’s cheek. “There is nothing to worry about.”

Vivienne stood in place holding Faye and stroking her jet black and pink hair. “I didn’t mean to overstep my boundary.  I said I wouldn’t do anything you weren’t comfortable with.  I just saw the last of..his..” Vivienne half snarled with the thought of Drake, “...blood tainting you.  I just wanted to pamper you, like I promised.”

Faye pulled herself from Vivienne’s loving embrace and pushed up on her toes, giving her a kiss. “You didn’t overstep anything.  I didn’t know that was going to happen, Vivienne.”  She ran her finger along the French lady’s chin. “You did pamper me, thank you.”  Faye blinked her green eyes and pushed herself back into her companion's loving arms.

Swaying the couple in their gentle hug, Vivienne swallowed and spoke softly. “I have a confession, Faye.”

Faye heard and felt the troubled tone from her partner. “You can say anything to me.”  Faye simply offered, still enjoying the embrace they were in.

“It comes from years of being aloof, and disinterested with most everything around me.”

Faye pulls back a moment and looks up inquisitively, “I don’t understand.”

“The way I handle what I say.  I am aware that it can sound..clinical.”

Faye suddenly knew what her partner meant, “I understand what you mean, though I am confused as to why you are saying it.”

Vivienne takes a moment to watch the kaleidoscope effect in Faye’s verdant eyes. “I work with nurses and other doctors.  They are clinical, fake.”  She takes a moment to lick her fangs and takes a deep breath. “All I see is illusion and lies, for a very long time.  Blood has been my only truth.  Their blood, I hear it pumping all around me as they try to talk to me.”  Running her fingers lightly through the black-pink hair Vivienne continues, “I closed myself to everyone.  That was until I saw you, Faye.  We both knew it immediately.”  She keeps stroking her partner's hair, “I never want to be clinical or closed to you, mon amour.”

Faye focused for a moment and her own fangs slid into place, then smiled. “Then I will make sure that you don’t.”  She scraped her tongue over her needle like teeth, reminding her of their use.  Suddenly, her throat scorched at the thought of drinking more of the irony sweet fluid. “Which will I love more, you or blood?”