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A Friend In Need (Vahn Seele x WickedWonderland)

With all the grace of a dancer they moved around the feelings that had always lingered between them, hiding in the shadows waiting to be addressed when the time was right. But would the time ever be right? There had been plenty of times when they were growing up that would have been perfect, such as the time when they had attended a school dance together. They had meant for it to be a joke, a mockery of something that the rest of their peers took far more seriously than they had any right to, but when he had come to her door and placed a circle of flowers around her wrist Isadora could not denying the way her heart swelled with a feeling that went far beyond a friendship. And when he held her tight after their graduation, promising to keep in contact for as long as she needed, she had known then that she loved him. Corwyn was it for her, no one else could claim her heart in the way he had, but something always held her back.

Now it was not fear that kept her from voicing her feelings, but a knowledge that their lives were so completely different. He deserved to be with someone that could give him a family, who could grow old with him and walk in the sunlight. All things she would never be able to do. She could not force him to a life of living in the shadows with her, to never know that sun's warmth again because it be her death. Even if he was a hunter at the moment and was to staying up all night, it was not a job one held forever. Whether they were killed in action or simply walked away from the job when it became too much for them, no one was a hunter for very long. And when he finally retired, for she knew he was too careful to fall at the hands of any beast, he deserved to do so in peace without a constant reminder of the life he left behind. He deserved happiness and she could not give that to him.

As he guided her into his bedroom, a humble thing like the rest of his apartment, she pushed aside the dark turn her thoughts had taken. "Well you hardly make it worth their while with only a pizza box and a few clothes on the floor, you aren't giving them much to work with." She teased, finally allowing his hand to slip from her grasp for a moment as she kicked off the knee high boots that added an extra inch to her height. As much as she loved them, so much so that they were practically all that she wore, it still came as a great relief when she finally took them off. Her sigh of a pleasure, an unneeded thing considering her lungs no longer functioned, mixed with his groan and she was in the process of shrugging out of her jacket when his question made her pause. Caught off guard she just stood there for a moment, staring at him as dumbly as if he had asked her to solve a complicated math problem. Well, all math problems were complicated, but that wasn't the point.

"Um....well you know I always like the inside." With both the wall and him around her the combination had always made her feel safe, as if nothing could touch her, but where it had seemed so innocent before it certainly wasn't now. Biting her lip she tried, yet again, to brush the feelings aside and shrugged out of her jacket. Normally she would have changed into something more fitting to sleep in, but since the rest of her wardrobe was lost she had to make the best of what she had.
 
With the two of them disrobing, getting down to what was more comfortable for the both of them to wear in their sleep, Corwyn raised a brow. Getting up, he stepped over to a closet, drawing out a white t-shirt and a pair of shorts. They would likely be swallowing her up, But Corwyn thought it would be better to sleep in than the skirt and top she was currently in. Bringing the clothes over to her, he offered Isadora the alternative. "I know it's not stylish, nor have I ever been one to adhere to any trends, but these would probably be more comfortable for you to sleep in." He said. The clothes would smell of a mixture of his natural scent, as well as some stronger detergent. He'd never know this, given that he was never able to capture the smell, but Corwyn had always had a scent of vanilla mixed with the earthy smell of a garden. They had often joked about it, because he was so far removed from doing things in a garden. Even as he'd try wearing different deodorants, it wouldn't change the fact that he had the scent of a garden gnome near a bakery.

"If you want to change into them, I can go to the other room." He said, offering her some privacy. While he had helped her to pick out clothes in the past, often going on shopping trips to distract himself from whatever might be going on that day, the most he had ever seen of Isadora was a bathing suit. While not his favorite idea of a place to hang out, beaches and pools, Corwyn had always humored going with Isadora to those kinds of places. If they were to try and do those things now, it would have to be at night, hopefully under a full moon.

Wrestling his mind from that thought, Corwyn turned his focus back to Isadora. Why was this all so hard? Had their time apart made Corwyn this awkward? Years ago, he wouldn't ahve given it a second thought to let her borrow his clothes, let alone focus on the process of her changing into them to be more comfortable. Maybe things were going to be different from then on. Aside from her new allergy to sunlight, Isa was still his friend, a friend he wasn't yet willing to admit needed to be more than that.
 
There was no hesitation as she took the offered clothes, frown fading away as plush lips tipped upward into a bright smile. It had been a long time since he had loaned her an article of clothing. The last time was after a very embarrassing mishap with an ice cream cone that they both vowed never to speak of again, though there were times where she swore that she would catch Corwyn secretly laughing about it. Wicked man that he was! At least he never had the heart to tease her about it though and he never even brought up the fact that she had never returned the shirt to him. If he had she would have lied and said that she misplaced it, maybe one of her brothers had mistaken it for his, because it was far too embarrassing to admit that she had kept it. She had always wanted a part of him around even when he couldn't be, even going as far as to take it with her when she went off to college. Would he be weirded out if he found out that she had done that?

"Still smell like my baker gnome," The words slipped out before she could stop them as she brought the clothes to her nose and took a deep pull of his scent, though as soon as she realized her slip up Isadora stiffened. Eyes went wide as saucers and the blush on her cheeks, somehow, got darker still, close to becoming a permanent fixture upon on her if they kept dancing around the awkward emotions that so obviously lingered between them. With a nervous laugh that was painfully obvious in how forced it sounded, she nudged him gently until his back was facing her. "Er...w-well t-there is no need for you to leave."

Had her voice always sounded so squeaky? Cursing under her breath and hating that she was act like some sort of virginal teenager with her first crush, Isadora made quick work of changing into his clothes. Because he was so much taller and broader the fabric easily devoured her much smaller frame, his shirt resting just past her knees. She almost considered not wearing the shorts, but she would never be able to face him again if he caught a glimpse of her panties. Close they may have been, but they were certain lines they had never crossed. The closest she had ever come to seeing him naked was his swim trunks and she had been far too amused by how much he pouted about being dragged out to the beach, forced to join in on things that no normal teenage boy had any desire to do. Poor Corwyn put up with so much....

Once she was presentable her hand claimed his, lacing their fingers together as she gave him a gentle tug to face her once more. "Thank you, Cor," Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as she rocked forward onto the tips of her toes. Without giving it a second thought, her lips brushed over his cheek in a kiss that was over as quickly as it had come. Beaming she fell back onto her feet, giving his hand a light squeeze. "For everything."
 
Corwyn's shoulders tensed at the remembrance of the nickname that he'd heard from years ago. Deep down, he had hoped that she wouldn't remember that silly little name. It wasn't something that he carried as a badge of honor that he naturally smelled like a garden of vanilla. The way she said it, there was something that sounded deeply sexual about it. As he was facing away from her, Corwyn heard the squeaky sound in her voice, telling him he didn't have to leave. Shortly after, there were the sounds of shuffling clothing on skin, the image of which Corwyn would be able to picture without issue.

Standing there, his back to Isadora as she was changing into his offered clothing, Corwyn felt stuck in one of those moments of realization. Things like "your tongue is in an awkward spot in your mouth", or "you haven't looked behind you in the last two minutes." He didn't know how to stand, how his arms should be hanging. Something about the situation made everything feel more awkward. Feeling the embrace of her fingers interlacing with his, Corwyn complied with turning his body to face her. He had thought the moment of awkwardness was over, but her thank you, along with the light kiss to his cheek, had been secretly plotting to keep him on edge.

"No... problem." He said, feeling the squeeze against his hand and returning it. A few seconds would pass with Corwyn looking down at her the shirt she had on far larger and baggier. The neck hole was a bit loose, signs of age as the fabric had been stretched out from times he had been grabbed while wearing it. This left more pale skin on display along her neck and collarbone. Not wanting to address that, Corwyn relaxed his hand and drew it away from hers. "We should get some sleep." He said, moving to take a seat on the edge of the bed.

Drawing the comforter back to an acceptable spot, Corwyn straightened the pillows and made a spot for Isa to come lay down on the inside of the bed. He didn't say anything as he turned from the bed and looked to her, smiling weakly as he offered her the spot to lay down. The two of them were a mixture of awkward and cute, a scenario perfectly fit for television. The question was, did they fit on day time television, or the "after-dark" segment of most paid channels?
 
Once she liked to think that she was fairly confident around the opposite sex. If they caught her attention she knew just how to position her body and bat her eyelashes to get what she wanted from them, usually just a drink of some sort, anything more than that was rare. Despite what people thought and despite how she might act otherwise she had only allowed things to go beyond flirting a handful of times, but nothing had ever come of it. Though as she stood beside Corwyn, cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink and clutching his hand like they were two teens who were just wrapping up their first date, Isadora felt anything but confident. For the first time, at least since becoming a creature of the night, she was unsure of herself. Was she making him uncomfortable? Should she still be holding his hand? Maybe lacing their fingers together had taken things too far. Hell, she even doubted whether pressing a kiss to his cheek was somehow crossing a line that she had no right to cross.

For fuck's sake, what are we, in the 1800's?

Scolding herself for acting like such a fool, she was seconds from excusing herself long enough to go smack her head against a wall in the hope that it might knock some sense into her when she felt his hand slip from her own. The hollow feeling that rose up at the loss of his touch hit her harder than she cared to admit, but she was going to let him see it. It was a silly thing for her to feel anyway, he wasn't about to head out somewhere that she could not follo. No, he still had the full intention of sleeping beside her, if the way he arranged the pillows and blankets into little nest that looked far more comfortable than what she was used to sleeping in was anything to go by. So why did the absence of his touch bother her so much?

If she had been willing to explore the thought and was ready to face the answer that came with it, Isadora would have realized then that she loved him. Was hopelessly head over heels and over the moon for him; and she had been for many years. But she was not ready to face that truth, even as its warmth bloomed in the pit of her stomach as he smiled at her in the dim light of his room. Maybe she would never be ready to face it, but even if she was never able to put a voice to it little things would give her away. From the shy smile that curled upon her lips as she crawled into bed beside him, to the way she curled up closer to him than she had when they were younger. With only the thin layer of his shirt between them Corwyn would feel the luscious swells of her breasts, free from the confines of her bra, pressing against his arm as she snuggled as close to him as possible. It might not have been the right thing to do, but she simply could not resist the call of his warmth or the smell of sunlight that mixed with his natural scent.
 
Forcing all of his thoughts to shut up, Corwyn settled into the bed, pulling the blanket to lay over the top of them as he laid back with his head on the pillow. Just don't think about it. It's just like when you were teenagers. Friends, right? If that was going to be the mantra of the night, Corwyn would have to hope that his exhaustion would drag him under quick. The moment he felt her body pressing against him, her very adult curves accentuated by the position, there was nothing his mind could focus on more.

Why did you save me... why did you save me... why did you save me... The question from earlier kept repeating itself in his head, the mantra of "friends" soon forgotten. His heart was hammering in his chest, tension building in him like a spring. Much like any spring, any tension that was more than it could bear would have it snap.

As his lips parted, time stood still. His body was frozen in place as he let the words flow without letting his mind stop him. His answer on saving her had to be amended. No, it was more than that. He'd probably always felt this way, but he wasn't ready to admit it aloud. "I love you, Isa." He said, the word sounding like a loud gong that had been struck in a once silent room. His face being pale did no help in hiding the blush and warmth that had gathered in his face. His brown eyes were focused on a random spot on the ceiling, but he was almost certain he could feel her sharp eyes on him. "That's why I couldn't let you die in that alley."

His amendment to his earlier statement hung alongside his confession, a nice compliment to the interior design he was putting on the emotional space between them. The question was, if she felt the same that he did? She had to, but, there was always something about the leap of faith that made those three words hard to get out. To be rejected in a moment like that was enough to turn those three words into something sinister and heart breaking. Corwyn was certain she felt the same, but she'd never said it back to him before. There had been no need to, since they'd always been the best of friends.
 
In the quiet of his apartment with only the soft sound of his breathing and the faint sounds of the outside world, children squealing with their excitement of what the day's adventures might bring as their parents tried to calm them, to keep her company Isadora tried to get her mind to calm. After everything that she had been through she need to rest, to allow the bit of blood her friend had been so kind to give her to work its magic, and when the moon rose in the sky once more she would need to have enough energy to feed. However, no matter how hard she tried she could not get her brain to turn off. It raced with a panic of what would happen when night came, would Corwyn turn against her? He had only made mention of one night, just one night and then she would be free to go. Though it seemed like he wanted her to stay she could not afford to get her hopes up. He might have been her friend once, but he was also a hunter. A sworn enemy of her kind and that fact alone meant that she could never fully trust him.

Couldn't she...?

Unable to settle despite the exhaustion that made her limbs feel like lead and her vision dance and twist in a way that might have been amusing at any other time, Isadora was seconds from shifting positions. Maybe if she rolled over that would be enough to through her mind off guard long enough for her to fall asleep. She knew that it wouldn't work, it never did when she got like this, but outside of taking matters to an extreme and knocking herself out somehow she was willing to give it a shot. Only a slight shift from Corwyn, a tensing of his muscles that she never would have been able to notice when they were both mortals, alerted her to the fact that she was not the only one struggling to sleep. Worried that maybe her presence in his bed was too much too soon after years of being apart her lips parted, ready to make the offer to leave, when he beat her to the punch.

I love you, Isa.

The confession came out so softly that she was certain that she had just misunderstood him. Surely, it was only her mind, desperate for at least one of them to address the heavy emotion that so obviously hung between them, playing tricks on her. There was no way that he could love her, not when she was the very thing that was his enemy. Right?

I love you, Isa.

The once steady beat of his heart was now racing, pounding wildly against the bony cage that kept it in place within his chest, as his growing anxiety added a certain darkness to his scent that made it smell like the earth after a storm. It was not unpleasant, but it was a sign that neither her mind nor her ears were playing tricks on her. She had heard him perfectly and as the truth smacked into her with all the force of a semi-truck barreling down the highway she could only stare at him with violet eyes so wide they looked like they might come popping out of their sockets at any moment and slack jawed. If he could have seen her then he would have laughed and she might have laughed as well if she could see herself, but there was no place for laughter in that moment.

"You....You..." Like a simpleton Isadora stuttered and stumbled over her words as she shifted against him, forcing herself to sit up in hopes that the change of position would help her to better comprehend the bombshell he had just dropped on her. It didn't. "C-Corwyn....I," I love you, too! The words were right there, just hanging on the tip of her tongue, ready and waiting to be set free. Just say it! Say that you love him too! "You....You can't mean that." What?! Even as the voice in the back of her mind screeched at her, scolding her for blowing the perfect opportunity, she kept going. "I'm a vampire. You can't love me."
 
Corwyn felt Isa move away from him, her words slow to come out as he waited wordlessly for a reply. He didn't bring his eyes to look at her until he heard the first few words leave her mouth. The words that came out of her mouth didn't calm the heaviness of his heartbeat. He wasn't hearing a reply that said "no", but he didn't hear something to affirm the same feelings in her. Maybe Corwyn had made a mistake? The self doubt wanted to make itself at home in the front of his thoughts, giving him a light elbow and snickering at the way that Isadora was responding to his confession.

To her credit, she had plenty of logic on her side. She was a vampire, he was a hunter. There was a distinct difference in their lifestyles, with his being a career and hers being a life change. "I don't care what you are, so long as you are still the Isa I grew up with." He said, his smile small and pronounced on his face in the dim lighting. "I know you have plenty of reason to be afraid of me, for what my lifestyle choice brings, but I mean it, Isa." Reaching up, Corwyn pressed his fingers against the side of her face, feeling the chill of her skin. Looking at her, Corwyn could see the image of the Isadora from the past, the warmth in her face and her smile. For a brief moment, the two images were side-by-side in his vision, leaving the ghostly visage of the vampire she'd become.

Even if saying it again seemed like overkill, Corwyn spoke it again, with a bit more strength to his words. "I love you, Isa." His heart had calmed a slight bit, seeing that she had not immediately pulled away at the confession. Did the two of them stand a chance together? For one thing, Corwyn would have to leave his group. They'd probably catch wind of her, at some point, and putting her at risk of seeing the other hunters was not something that Corwyn was willing to risk. There was also a sense that he should feel a bit more like he was betraying mankind for what he was doing. Hunters always had put the safety of others above themselves, striking out against the supernatural that prey on the weaker. If Corwyn was giving her blood, keeping her from going after others, then that was kind of fulfilling his obligations.

Other vampires would be an issue, a touchy subject to say the least. Were they to be given the same pass? If they were anything like some of the monsters he had seen in the last few years, he had to say that they'd be treated to a stake to the heart. Isa was still there, still human, but that was always going to be a point up for debate.
 
"I am." Despite all her resistance and inner turmoil that might have put an edge to her voice that would make it seem like she was furious with whoever she was talking to, it was different with Corwyn. As his had reached out to cup her cheek, bringing warmth to her now perpetually cold flesh, her words came out on a low tone that could easily be mistaken for the coo of a dove. In the dim light of his room their gazes met and there was no way that she could doubt that truth that found within his eyes. Even though they were so different now, each taking a path that should have made them sworn enemies, they were still as they had been all those years ago; two best friends that meant the world to one another.

"I am still the same Isa that you grew up with." She may no longer have a pulse and would never know the sun's warmth upon her skin ever again, but at her core she was still as she had been. She was still the girl that had stayed up till the wee hours of the morning either playing video games or just talking about whatever crossed their minds. The same girl that had begged and pouted at a boy who would much rather do absolutely anything else till he finally gave in and went shopping with her. The same girl that had been so hopelessly in love with him for years, but had been too frightened to take the plunge and confess. She was still the same Isadora, only minor things had changed.

I love you, Isa. He said it so easily, this time with far more conviction than the soft utterance from moments ago, and it stirred her into action. Unable to hold back she moved, closing what little distance that lingered between them by throwing her arms around him. Weakened though she was she still took care to not hurt him as she pulled herself into his lap, needing to be as close as possible to him more in that moment than she ever had before. Face pressed into the crook of his neck she took a moment to just breathe in his scent, grateful that there came no pull to drink from his vein that would ruin what was surely the happiest moment of either of her lives.

"I love you too, Corwyn." It was a whisper against his skin as her body trembled, happy to finally confess the truth to him. "I have for years."
 
Though there was a part of him that wondered if he would ever know if Isadora was still in there, the answer didn't really need to be said. Corwyn tried not to let his paranoia get the best of him. Dealing with supernatural creatures that could rip out your throat without a second thought left little room for garbage conspiracy theories. However, hearing her say that she was still Isa did make him feel a bit better.

With the confession out, their embrace would only get more intimate as the seconds passed. With her body pressing against him, her face against his neck, Corwyn wrapped his arms around her to help her stay pressed close to him. As his hands came to rest on the small of her back, loosely pressing against her, Corwyn heard her return the confession, with her own added twist. It seemed pretty obvious, looking back at the lives the two shared together. They'd spent a lot of years being close friends, with him tagging along for her outings and her keeping him company when he would be curled up with a video game, dark circles under his eyes from a late night gaming session.

"I guess we're both bad at confronting our feelings, then." He said, chuckling a little as his hand reached up and ran through her hair. His fingers tracing along her scalp, he caught some of the red hair between his fingers and combed his fingers through it. Corwyn repeated the motion over and over, closing his eyes as his heart would soon find a calm. Feeling her face pressing against his neck should have sent a chill through his spine, both for the reason of her temperature and what she would likely be able to feel against her skin.

"Something else to talk about, since we're both talking about feelings, I don't want you to leave." He said, keeping his eyes closed as he spoke. "You can stay in my apartment, and... as long as I can, I'll help keep you fed, preferably with my blood." As much as he had been taught about vampires, how to kill them primarily, Corwyn didn't know how much they had to feed. Was it enough that he couldn't be her only supply of sustenance? He remembered that there were girls who had been fed on for weeks, still clinging to life by the time he had found them. Maybe there was something he could change in his diet, adding iron or some other vitamins to help keep her fed. They could figure something out.
 
There might always be that seed of doubt that lingered between them as to whether or not she was really the person he had known so many years ago Isadora would never let it stop her from loving him. It might hurt and sometimes it might feel impossible, but she would never give up. For too long she had been keeping herself at a distance from him, always staying at an arm's length even when they were cuddled up close within her bed, and it left her tired. She was so tired of keeping the truth from him, of letting the fear control her, and now that she had taken the chance she was do her damndest to make sure it did not slip away.

As his fingers ran through her hair in a way that might have been nothing more than a simple comfort to some, but between them it was something more. There was a tension behind the motion that left her trembling, a warmth spreading through her that left her with a hunger that had nothing to do with his blood. But she did not want to push him, did not dare to ask for more than what she was already lucky that he was giving to her. How could she dare to ask for more when he had already given her so much? Loving her, even after finding out what she had become, came with more of a risk than she was worth. If any of his fellow hunters ever found out that Corwyn had given his heart to the enemy there would be a target on his back.

She tried to brush such worries aside and focu on the tender moment between them, but his words brought crashing back into reality. He wanted to be the only one she fed from? As sweet as the idea was, it was also extremely foolish. "I appreciate the offer, Cor, but I can't just feed from you alone." And not for the reasons he might think. Though some vampires liked to feed well over the amount that they needed to, gorging themselves like pigs, she was not one of them. In truth vampires only need to feed once every two weeks, but some were under the impression that the more blood they took in the stronger they would become. Where that rumor started no one knew for certain, but those that had cared for her after her turn had assured Isadora that there was no truth behind it. So she only ever drank enough to curb the sharp edge of her hunger, which was not enough to kill her victims, but if she fed from them repeatedly it would eventually take its toll on them.

"Your body would not have enough time to recover between feedings and I...." She trailed off, wincing at the mere thought of hurting him. "I would never be able to forgive myself if I hurt you." Tipping her head, she brushed her lips along his jaw as the arms around him tightened slightly. "You don't have to worry about me going out hunting, I can manage on the blood of rats or something."
 
Knowing that their conversation had been solely focused on the emotions between them up to this point, Corwyn felt a little bad to bring up the idea of her feeding and the need for blood. It almost felt a little too much like business talk, but it was a conversation that they'd need to have at some point. There was a fear in her at the idea of feeding from him, of hurting him. The two of them had gone through a lot of hurt in the last few years, between their prolonged absence and the time they spent dancing around their emotions. She might have been wondering the same as he was about how things would've turned out if either of them had made the advance sooner. Rather than let himself get twisted up in the "what if"s of the world, Corwyn smiled as he tipped his head back, exposing more of his neck to her out of reflex at the kiss to his jaw.

The touch of her cool lips to his neck sent shivers through him, sending sparks of arousal that built a slow burning fire in his gut. "When it isn't dangerous, then... you can feed from me." He said. Corwyn wouldn't go into the specifics of how much, how often, or even what he'd need to do to keep his health up if he was offering her his blood on a regular basis. Those thoughts would have to wait until whatever was building in him could speak its point. With Isadora's body practically laying on top of him, Corwyn placed his hands at her lower back, fingers pressing against her skin through the t-shirt that she wore.

Whether he was aware of it or not, Corwyn's heart would slowly pick up its pace, drumming a heavy tune that Isadora might be familiar with. Even as the fire of lust was burning in him, other parts of his body would put off their own signals. Faster heart beat, a rush of heat to his face, blood rushing to more private areas. The confession of love had left his body to confess its own feelings of need that had laid dormant for far too long. With a small surge of bravery, Corwyn leaned his head up and pressed a matching kiss along her jaw, spreading the warmth of his lips along her skin as his right hand moved up to curl into her hair. With fingers closing, lightly gripping the red locks, Corwyn drew Isadora's face away from his neck, moving to press his lips to hers. It would be their first kiss, and the moment his lips met hers, the small sparks would seem like a forgotten memory as a new flood of lust pressed through Corwyn's body, eyes tightly closed as he held his lips to hers.

While he wouldn't admit it, Corwyn hadn't given himself much time to explore his sexual side in the last few years. He'd never allowed himself the time to get close to anyone, let alone bed a stranger. Though he lacked experience, Corwyn's body tried to make up for it with pure instinct.
 
With a tip of his head Corwyn gave her the perfect angle, revealing the thick artery that was the prime feeding spot for one of her kind. Like a siren calling to a weary sailor, so too did that vein call to her. The taste of him still lingered on her tongue, a sweet ambrosia that she longed to sample once more. Her fangs ached with the need for it and instinct was screaming for it. After all, she still had not fully recovered from the attack from his fellow hunters, her side still throbbing from where a blade of silver had pierced her flesh, and the blood that he was so freely offering to her would help speed that along. Just one little taste. Would it really be so bad to have one little taste? If she was careful she would not take too much for him, but as soon as the thought entered her mind Isadora knew that she would not be able to stop.

I could never forgive myself if I hurt you. That was what she had said to him just moments ago wasn't it? How could she even entertain the idea when she knew that even a drop of his blood would push her over the edge into a frenzy where she would be unable to keep herself from draining him dry? She couldn't and it was with a great deal of effort that she started to pull away from him, needing to put some distance between him and the sweet song of his blood, but he did the work for her. His fingers against the small of her back was a pleasant distraction from her inner turmoil, reminding her how much she longed to have those fingers with no barriers between them. A shiver raced down her spine as a heat pooled between her thighs that came with an ache for him that she had only ever felt for him once before when their bodies pressed close together in a slow sway on their school's gymnasium that had been transformed into a makeshift dance floor. Under those dim lights, with his hands around her waist and his unique scent filling each breath, she had wanted to kiss him so badly. It was the night that she had realized that what she felt for him went far beyond the love shared between friends, but had been too much of a coward to do anything about it.

"Cor...." Only that small utterance of his name escaped her lips, though she quickly forgot whatever it was she was about to say to him as she became distracted by the change in his heartbeat. It was a rhythm she had become quite familiar with before feeding from her chosen victims, building them up to a point where they were so pliant to her desires that they did not question her reason for focusing the brunt of her attention on their necks until it was too late. But Corwyn was not her victim and the captivating beat of his heart did little to help the ache between her thighs, nearly making it a throb as his fingers tangled in her hair. With more boldness than she ever would have credited him with he tugged her away from his neck and seized her lips with his own.

For a moment her eyes widened and her body stiffened, but it was only for a moment. In an instant her hands shot up, each one cupping his cheeks as she pulled him tight against her. She was greedy for the thing that she had been longing for for years, nipping at his lips in a silent plea for more as a low moan rumbled in the back of her throat.
 
Feeling the draw of her lips against his own, her nips and hands showing her eagerness, Corwyn felt himself being lost in the intimate embrace. With it being his first true kiss, Corwyn had to remind himself that he had another part of his body to breathe from, mainly his nose. After having to draw his lips back from hers a time or two, Corwyn soon found the appropriate way to maintain the kiss without breaking contact with her lips. Some might have found it cute, while Corwyn found the notion a bit embarrassing. Who forgets that they can breathe from their nose?

As his lips meshed and pressed against hers, savoring the feeling of her lips to his own, Corwyn let his hand loosen its grip in the tangle of Isa's hair, his fingers trailing down to the back of her neck. With his fingers gripping into her shoulder, Corwyn continued to moan into the kiss, the hand at her lower back moving down to her hip. His nails pressed against the thin fabric of the shirt she wore, showing the carnal need of his desire as his body continued to move and explore on its own. There was a lot of emotions rushing through him, Corwyn doing his best not to rush anything, while also taking the guidance of his body's nudges.

With Isa on top of him, all of his body was fully pressing to him, even as the flame of arousal would take on the more carnal representations. Flushed skin, a growing bulge at the front of his pants that pressed into her. If Corwyn was more conscious of his body and the way it was reacting to the touch of her skin to his own, there might have been a more controlled reaction from him.

As the rest of his body showed its enthusiasm for the two to keep at what they were doing, Corwyn parted his lips in experimentation, his tongue moving out to trace against her lips. His tongue would almost be searing in comparison to her lower temperature. Whether it was an invitation for more, or Corwyn's body craving a taste of her, Corwyn felt the taste of her lips add more fuel to the growing need within him.
 
Against his lips, that kept retreating as he tried to find a balance between passion and catching his breath, Isadora laughed. Not because she found his lack of experience something to be ashamed of, but because it was endearing. In all of his interactions, save for the ones he shared with her, had always been awkward things. He had always been more comfortable in situations that involved little to no human interaction, but she always worked hard to bring him out of his shell. She wanted him to see that their world could hold just as many wonders as the ones found in his games, but once she had left him to head off for college she supposed that she had failed at that.

Well not anymore.

Carefully she guided Corwyn through the kiss, showing him how to move by demonstrating them on him. It was a bit sloppy at first, but he was nothing if not a quick learn and soon they fell into a rhythm that had her toes curling. At some point, though she was not certain of when it happened, she moved herself onto his lap and if he was put off by such a bold action he did not let it show. His fingers pressed tight against her back, the feeling of his blunt nails biting into her flesh through the thin layers of her borrowed shirt, making her shiver with a growing need. So badly did she want to rip the blasted thing off so that nothing could keep her from the warmth that showed just how very alive he was, but she did not want to push him further than what he was ready for. Part of her wanted to take things slow, to ease into it as all lovers should when coming together intimately for the first time, but it was hard to control herself when she could feel the sign of his arousal brushing against her core.

Moaning as his tongue brushed along her lips, begging for a permission that she was more than happy to give, she could not stop the way her hips tipped forward to roll against his. Though it was such a small motion it had her seeing stars behind her tightly closed lids and it was all she could do to keep from shoving him back against the bed to take what so obvious that they both wanted. But she held herself back, reminding herself that they should savor the moment. This was not something that they should rush into and it was with a great deal of effort that she drew back, not far enough to do anything beyond resting her forehead against his as a bright smile bloomed across her features. "Corwyn, my sweet Corwyn," She breathed as her hands moved his cheeks to run through the blue strands of his hair. "Please don't be mad, but....is this your first time?"
 
As their kiss continued to deepen, Corwyn let out a low moan that was trapped between their lips. He couldn't stop himself as he felt her hips press against the focal point of his arousal. While the entirety of his body felt good, Corwyn knew there was always the one spot that would hog the spotlight when it came to his need. In his adult years, he had made sure he never left himself "wanting" in that area. Practicing the self-discipline was not a topic he ever shared, though, as he felt a great embarrassment in admitting it. It was personal, and it was not a part of himself he was eager to share with just anybody.

Feeling her hips rolling against him, though, was far more potent than anything he had ever imagined or done to himself in the past. It was pleasure enough to have him drawing back from the kiss, feeling the cool of her forehead pressing against his as he heard her words. Is this your first time? Well, yeah, it was. Was that a bad thing? Should he lie about it? Would she stop if it was, finding no fun to be had with someone who couldn't match some level of experience he didn't have?

No, lying about it was not going to be the answer. "It might be..." He said, keeping his eyes closed as his body did the answering for him. His face flushed, growing hot with embarrassment at the question. This wasn't high school. Being a virgin wasn't something to be ashamed of. If anything, he should be proud that he made it this long without finding someone interested in him, supernatural creature or human. Even as he thought about it, though, Corwyn never gave himself the chance to be with anyone. He was always a man who threw himself 100% into whatever he was doing, no matter what it was.

Opening his eyes slightly, Corwyn looked up at Isadora. "If you are about to tease me, I ask for your mercy." He said, trying to smile even as the flush of embarrassment tried to consume his face.
 
It might be. Such a simple confession that might have caused a lesser person to mock and tease him, but for Isadora it only endeared her more to the man that had long ago become the keeper of her heart. Though she had not held herself back when it came to exploring her body with a willing partner, she never judged those that did not share in exploring the curiosities of the flesh. And as Corwyn's cheeks flushed with embarrassment she was not about to start shaming now. Years ago she might have teased him for being so shy, they had never been any secrets between them, but she had been in his shoes once and jokes held no place in such a delicate situation. One wrong move and she could lose him all over again, which was a risk that she could not afford.

As his eyes fluttered open she held his gaze, allowing him to see all the love that she carried for him within her violet depths. "You know me better than that, my baker gnome." So teasing him just a little bit was not something that she could resist entirely, but there was no malice behind the words as she moved. Gently her lips pressed against his, the kiss fleeting but carrying all the passion and fire of the last. "Why would I ever think less of you for being a virgin?" They were adults, not high school students whose every actions was put under the scrutiny of their peers, what they did or did not do behind closed doors was no one's business but their own.

"I love you, Corwyn," Again she said the words that she had been waiting what felt like a lifetime to share, this time with far more conviction than the first time. "Even if you had slept with a dozen women nothing would change how I feel about you." Hell, he was supposed to be her sworn enemy and that had still not been enough to stop her. Pressing another kiss to his lips, allowing this one to linger as one of her hands moved to claim one of his, slowly guiding it beneath her shirt to the flesh beneath.
 
Hearing the nickname that she had coined for him from years ago, Corwyn gave a little sigh, giving her a playful pout at her liberal usage of it. Still, there was love in her words and in her eyes. He knew that the teasing was only slight, and she meant no harm in her words. As they always had, Isadora was merely showing affection the way one should, if they had quite a lot of time to make up for due to absence of presence. "Just seems a weird thing for someone my age to confess, I guess." He said. There might have been some truth to it, but it was more of a social stigma, a pressure to be knowledgeable of sex to the point that the man could take charge in the bedroom.

Hearing the words again, no matter how many times he thought he would hear it, made Corwyn smile. Knowing that Isa loved him back made the moment more intimate, each kiss a physical manifestation of her affection towards him. When her lips came to rest on his, holding his lips captive, Isa would guide his hand beneath her shirt. When his hand met the cool surface of her stomach, Corwyn felt that familiar pull of instinct as his fingers moved slowly beneath the fabric up her stomach. Pressing his fingers out and palm pressing against her stomach, Corwyn raised his hips against hers, moaning against the kiss. His hand wouldn't stop at her stomach, slowly moving up to find one of her breasts. Capturing it between his fingers, Corwyn's fingers gave a light touch against her skin, palm running against her nipple as he tried to keep his attention against exploring her skin and enjoying their kiss.

Just as he had been a quick study of her silent advice in kissing, Corwyn's fingers became slowly more dexterous in exploring her breast. His finger gave careful kneads against the plump swell of her chest, his hips occasionally rising to press against her when a spike of lust would spur through his body. His skin continued to gradually heat, feeling feverish as arousal took every bit of his senses from him. The hand that had been at her hip had moved down to grab her ass, letting both hands find something to grab onto as he rode out his pleasure.
 
Ah social stigmas, how she hated the bloody things. They put so much undue pressure on everyone, making one feel less like a person if they did not live up to them. More than once in her life Isadora had fallen victim to that shame, as so many did at some point in their lives, and while she did not mind bearing that burden nor the pain that came with it, to know that it was something that someone she cared about struggled with hurt. She knew that there was nothing she could do to take that pain from them, not really, but seeing Corwyn, who had never been the sort to worry about what others thought of him, so flustered about admitting something that no one should ever be ashamed of brought a frown to her lips.

"Well I do not think it is weird." And neither should you. She added silently, not giving him the chance to respond as their lips came together. As she guided him beneath her shirt Isadora set to work on exploring his own body, though she took care to not move too quickly. Though he seemed more than willing, if the way he eagerly pressed himself flush against her was anything to go by, she never wanted him to feel like she would push for more than what he was willing to give. Stronger than him she might be, but she gave him complete control over their intimacy. If he wanted to stop, no matter how far things went, she would stop.

As lips parted and their tongues danced, the sweet taste of him making her feel as dizzy as the finest wine, the moans he drew from her were muffled. She might have guided him beneath her shirt, but he needed no further permission to explore. With a skill that made her wonder if he was telling the truth about being a virgin Corwyn explored her, his warmth doing wonders to add to the pleasure she felt. And as his hand closed over her breast, the plush mound of flesh fitting so perfectly into his palm it was like it had been crafted for him and him alone. Carefully he explored her, kneading and caressing, until she was whimpering against his lips. For a moment she forgot about exploring him, her hands simply resting against the broad expanse of his chest as his hips rocked up against her own.

Dimly could she feel his other hand going down, cupping the plump flesh of her luscious backside to help guide her into the slow rock of his hips, but her mind was too fogged with the lust that clouded it to know if it was not just her imagination. "Fuck, Cor..." It was a whimper against his mouth, a pathetic sound that could have easily been mistaken for a whine as the evidence of her own arousal hit her thighs and made them slick.
 
Corwyn felt her tongue reach out and press against his, their lips and tongue beginning to move in a strange dance that had no rhythm. Their lips locked together muffled most of the noise that came from Corwyn, Isa's moans driving him to keep up what he was doing. While he had seen porn before, which might have been driving some of his gestures and movements, it was a lot more to juggle than what the videos had to offer. Corwyn found himself slipping a little with his hand moving less and his tongue moving more, possibly vice versa.

Soon enough, what he was doing didn't feel like enough. With his hands hooking in the shirt that he had just offered her, Corwyn drew his lips back from the kiss, gasping a little as he looked at her, his eyes glassy with lust. His heart was beating heavily in his ears, Corwyn's lips curling into a small smile. "I'm taking my shirt back." He said, drawing the shirt up and over her head. "If I don't take it back now, you'll just run off with it like you did my other shirt." He said, making a baseless claim about a shirt that didn't matter to have a bit of fun in the moment.

With the white fabric coming up and over her head, hopefully with her arms raised to help him in his effort to get it off of her, Corwyn let the shirt fall off to the left, landing in the floor and his eyes moving to look over her upper half. Her eyes, her face, her beautiful pale skin. Everything about her held a unique quality. While her body had paled from her transformation into a vampire, Corwyn's mind could fill in the gaps of what her body might have looked like prior to her change into a creature of the night. As his eyes too in the details of her form, his hands flat against her sides until they came up to caress and fondle both breasts at once, Corwyn was happy to know that his first personal experience was goig to be with someone that he loved and trusted.

The thought never occurred to him to ask if he was her first. It wasn't worth asking. Being a first was just something to hang over someone's head, to shame them into feelig bad for trusting someone, right? It was one thing to ask, hoping to help ease someone into a new experience. It was another to use it as a means of teasing or belittlement.
 
His touch lacked the finesse and refinement that came with experience, but that had no effect on the pleasure that Isadora drew from it. He could have had all the experience in the world and she still would have melted all the same, moans lost against the firm press of lips against her own as they struggled to find a rhythm between kissing and touching. They were both so desperate, eager to make up for the lost years where they could have been doing this very thing. For her part she tried to keep things slow, never wanting him to feel as though she would pressure him if he wanted to stop, but it has hard. As his hands brushed over her skin, thumbs finding her nipples and working them into tight buds, it was all she could do to keep herself from shoving him back against the bed.

Lucky for Corwyn he chose that moment to reclaim his shirt, drawing a laugh from low in her throat as he scolded her from stealing the last one. "How did you know?" Obviously the lie of it getting lost amongst her brother's clothes had not worked and she had always taken great care to make sure it was hidden away whenever Corwyn came over, too embarrassed to admit that she always wanted to keep a part of him with her. Somehow, though, he had figured it out and even though it was years after the fact she blushed all the same, biting down on her lip as she lifted her arms up to aid him in the shirt's removal.

As her skin, now pale from the combination of her turning and lack of sunlight, she almost hid herself from him. Though she was no longer a virgin somehow it was so much different for Corwyn to see her in such a way; it was a turning point in their relationship that there was no returning from. But one look at his eyes, glassy with his desire for her, and the urge faded away as a shy smile tugged at her lips. Though he had never beheld her in such a state before her turning, only the tint of her skin had changed. The freckles that dusted her cheeks would also be found across her chest and her breasts still retained their original shape, neither too small nor too big.

Slowly his hands came up, cupping her and making sure that each breast got the same amount of attention as the other. Such a simple touch that would not have had any effect from anyone else, but from Corwyn it made her whine and eager to have more. "If you are going to tease me, Cor, I ask for mercy."
 
Corwyn gave a faint chuckle as he heard the question regarding the shirt, drawing his lusty gaze up to meet her eyes. "Seriously, your brother mixed up my shirts with his? Isa, he wasn't even close to as tall as me." He said, smirking as he leaned up and pressed his lips against her neck. With his lips finding the underside of her jaw, Corwyn lightly nipped at her neck, kissing and letting himself do as his body pleased. For the moment, though he had no technique, it seemed that his efforts were working to help get Isadora more enthralled in the intimate embrace. If she were humoring him, not wanting to make him feel inferior for his lack of experience, Corwyn couldn't tell.

With her shirt off, Corwyn moved one of his hands to shift down off her breast and over her stomach. With how his hand had pivoted, Corwyn's advances were pretty obvious. With his fingertips gliding over her stomach and slowly down, his hand dipped to slide beneath the slightly baggy shorts, fingertips trailing over her panties and finding her to be wetter than he'd have expected. Maybe it was a first-time thing, but he had always thought that women would only get slightly wet. This was far more than he'd expected.

Not letting the realization get to him, Corwyn moved his fingers to explore until he found his fingers brushing against her drenched core through her panties, fingers pressing a little harder to try and rub in a gradual up-down motion. As his fingers tried to find their way, exploring between her thighs, Corwyn's lips pulled back from her neck, smiling as he opened his eyes. "Here I thought I was at your mercy. Is someone giving me the first controller for a change?" He asked, the light joke a callback to the playful argument they'd have over who was player one i most multiplayer games.

When his fingers had begun to tire of not touching her directly, his fingers moved back, his fingertips slipping beneath the fabric of her panties and touching her slit directly. The feeling of her bare core was more enticing than through her panties, his fingers gliding more smoothly thanks to how aroused Isa seemed to be above him.
 
Through their lust they tossed jabs back and forth, showing an ease between them that Isadora usually did not allow to form with any of her previous lovers. They had been nothing more than flings, something she used to scratch an itch, and if they wanted things to go beyond that she always shut them down. Her heart belonged entirely to Corwyn. So she did not brush him off as they talked about his long ago stolen shirt and instead laughed with him. "Lucas always liked your clothes." She pouted, trying to hold back the shivers that followed behind the path of his teasing lips. "I'm...I'm ashamed that you would accuse me of a petty theft." Of course the way she stumbled over her words, moaning as his teeth nipped at a particularly sensitive part of her throat.

She might have said more on the matter, but his fingers, wicked things that they were, continued their journey of exploring her body. His warmth, such a stark contrast against her own coldness that it made her jump up against his hold. The moan that he pulled from her was louder than any she had ever given, an obscene sounding thing that instantly saw her curling up against him as soon as it hit her ears. He had not even touched her fully yet, working her through the tin layer of her soaked panties, and part of her wondered if he might actually kill her when he finally did. Still there was a bit of embarrassment that came with the sounds that even such a small touch was able to draw out of her.

"I-I always g-gave you the first controller." Isadora shot back, proud that she was able to add a bit of annoyance to her tone as she kept her face hidden against his neck. As his fingers shifted, dipping inside of her panties to tease at the slick flesh of her sex without anything blocking his touch, she nipped and kissed at his throat as she moaned. Taking care to show him that she had now intention of feeding from him by keeping the pressure of her teeth light against his skin.
 
Isadora's claims of her brother's interest in her shirts wouldn't ever hold up. If Corwyn wasn't so deeply into what the two of them were sharing, he'd have called her on the little lie. Rather than focus on the banter, the back and forth fun, Corwyn kept his efforts focused on getting Isadora to produce her sweet moans. With fingers exploring her core, Corwyn felt the cold press of her face against his neck. The kissing and nipping at his neck, as light as it might have been, had Corwyn shivering and moaning beneath her. His thoughts wandered back to the feeling of having her drink from his slit wrist, how something as mild as that had sent such pleasure through his entire body.

Corwyn wanted more of that. Through all that the two had been doing, Isadora had been letting Corwyn take the lead. As his fingers spread and explored her wet slit, his finger bent and pressed into her, slowly seeking entry inside of her. Even here, his finger could feel the stark contrast of how cool her body was in comparison to his own. Through his moans, Corwyn tried to maintain a semblance of control on himself. Being able to do this, though, made him feel as if he were not letting himself truly go in the moment.

Leaning forward, Corwyn pressed his lips lightly against her jaw, hot breath running along her ear. "You can stop holding back, Isa. I'm yours." He said. Whether this meat sexually or physically, Corwyn dared not to elaborate. He wanted for her to have as much fun in their entanglement as he was having. Deep down, he wanted the full Isa experience, teeth and all.
 
Easily they could have kept up the dance of banter, bringing an ease to what was such a serious step for their relationship, until their brains were no longer able to form a coherent thought. Her own brain was close to that state, spinning between lust and trying to hold onto her focus so she could respond if he said anything, but Corwyn was done talking it seemed. With all the skill that made her question if he had been telling the truth about being a virgin his fingers dipped inside of her. Without her needing to instruct him on how to move and bring her the most pleasure he curled his fingers in a way that nearly sent her over the edge, drawing a keening cry from lips that were half parted as they pressed against his throat. In that moment the urge to bite him was great, the blood in his veins singing to her and begging for her to take a taste.

Just one little taste won't hurt....

Isadora could feel the ache of the desire all the way in the tips of her fangs as they extended from her gums. One little bite and he will never even notice. The voice of her instinct purred to her, willinging her to take that which called to her. Only the sound of his moan, low and rumbling through his chest as his fingers continued their torture upon her, saved him from her bite. What am I doing?! Eyes wide with horror that overpowered the lust that had been steadily fogging her mind she nearly pulled back from him then. Already she could feel her brain conjuring up some excuse that would surely sound like the lie that it was, but his arms held her tight against him. It was a hold that she could have broken out of easily without any effort at all on her part, but it soothed her.

You can stop holding back, Isa, I'm yours.

Those words, so simple and carrying so much honesty behind them, held more power within them then Corwyn realized. Her body trembled under the weight of them, tears welling within her eyes as she drew back enough for their gazes to meet. Even as he drew more moans from her with every twist of the hand between her legs Isadora was able to hold onto her senses, hands coming up to cup his cheeks. "I can't risk it, Cor." The whimper she emitted then had nothing to do with pleasure as she pulled him down for a gentle kiss. "I don't want to hurt you."
 
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