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Denying Fate (Anjeru and Raziel)

The sound of his name on her lips sent a tremble down his spine, her own being released in a soft moan. His body rested against hers for a long few minutes, breathing heavily, before a slow groan as he pulled out of her. He rolled onto his back next to her, but an arm slid under her, slowly pulling her against his side. “Stay.” He whispered softly, his eyes closing. “I could not be apart from you after such a night. Stay until dusk. For my sake.” His voice was soft, almost pleading for her. Still, something nagged inside him, that she would leave at the first possible moment.
 
She panted, for a long moment, as they rested there together against each other. Her own body was covered in a slight sheen of perspiration and, as he pulled from her, she shivered at the difference in temperature being so sudden and so different. It was short lived, as he slid his arm under her and pulled her against his side. She laid her head on his chest and nodded, faintly. "Alright," she sighed softly. Her hand placed itself, almost hesitantly, on his chest beside her head, where she felt his heart thump against her palm. Now that the pleasure had subsided, she had to recognize what it was that this meant, as much as she wanted to...sort of...deny it. She wanted to stay for him, but there was a part of her that she knew she couldn't answer for, the part that wanted to leave the moment he'd fallen in his vampire rest.
 
It was as though he could feel her indecision; that half thought of leaving even if she wanted to stay. He couldn’t say that he blamed her. He still was a dangerous creature, no matter what his brother wanted for the Clan. And yet… he couldn’t see harming her, this Paragon of femininity. He felt her hand on his chest, and a soft exhalation left his frame, eyes blinking as he turned to face her, then closing. He could feel the rays of the sun rising outside. He didn’t have too much longer before he was forced to rest. A soft sound left his lips as he buried his face in her hair… then his body slowly stiffened, falling into the deep sleep of his kind.
 
Alirei sighed softly, from what she wasn't sure, as he buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent, before he fell into his vampire rest. Cold, still. Essentially defenseless. That had to be a considerable act of trust on his part, to seek rest at her side, knowing how their conversation had originated that night. Even if...even if he was her mate, she couldn't let that change anything. She didn't like vampires; as far as she had been concerned, they had no place among the Valkyries, mates or not. With a sigh, she let her eyes close, tongue brushing across a fang somewhat absently. Against her better instincts and judgement, she fell asleep cuddled up to his side, her head still laying over his heart.

The day passed surprisingly without her having to be awakened. Whether for an emergency, or council, or by her sisters. A bit before the sun set, she woke and lifted her head. Stared down into his sleeping face for a long moment, before she slipped free from the bed and redressed herself in the clothes from the previous night. Once she was dressed, she stood with her hand on the knob, but found herself unable to turn it. She couldn't do this to him, let him believe that she would have stayed til he woke, then slip out when he was resting. A somewhat ironic chuckle slipped from her lips before she decided maybe a shower would just be better. Walking into the bathroom, she stripped and slid into the shower, making sure the water was as hot as she normally liked, the mirrors and shower doors steaming up quickly.
 
His night was far from restful for him, his dreams plagued with nightmares, full of dark shadows and creatures of darkest pitch. Except… this night was far worse than the nights before. He use to fight them off himself until he was exhausted, and he awoke as he was swarmed by the beasts. But now, Alirei was there, and he struggled with anger and fear as they attacked her as well. They were relentless, and as they took her, he fell to his knees, letting himself be swarmed…

He sat up suddenly in a cold sweat, staring forward for a long moment before looking around the room. Alirei was gone… His mind floated into a panic for another moment before he heard the shower nearby. A soft breath of relief left him. It was just a nightmare. He stood slowly, stretching his body, before slowly working his way towards the bathroom. His hand froze on the door knob, though. A deep breath steeled his nerves, before he walked in, almost silently, closing the door behind him. Soft footfalls led him forward, moving the shower curtain aside slightly. “Mind if I join you?”
 
Alirei heard when he awoke, her heart kicking up almost nervously as his footfalls brought him to the bathroom; he hesitated briefly, before entering - maybe he was as unsure about this as she was. It was hard to accept something that she had been brought into the world denying; fate or otherwise, she didn't understand why this was happening. Of all the Valkyries, she should have been the very last to be given a vampire as a mate...the thought was almost preposterous. Even as she thought such condescending thoughts, her body could remember his touch as if it were moments ago.
She glanced at him over her shoulder, leaning her head back out of the water to it ran down her neck. "I wouldn't mind," she chuckled softly. She might as well enjoy it, it wasn't as if his touch was abhorrent. He'd brought her pleasure she'd never felt before and wasn't likely to forget any time soon, if ever. Such irony, really. "There's room for two."
 
The few seconds before she answered were long, stretched into eternity for him, as every pulse of his heart seemed to ring in his ears. But when she turned to face him, with that soft smile on her face, her words and chuckle hitting his ears, he couldn’t help but let out a quiet breath of relief. She looked like a goddess – and to him, she was a goddess. Slowly, he stepped into the shower, closing the curtain behind him.

She was right, there was plenty of room in the shower. But he slowly closed the gap between them, arms wrapping around her hips as his lips found her shoulder and neck, kissing lightly along her soft skin. “I’m glad.” He whispered, his eyes closing as he nipped lightly at her neck, along her pulse as he kissed to her jaw. “I’m glad you stayed.”
 
"Mmm," she leaned back into his arms with a soft sigh, tilting her head to lay back against his shoulder as his lips caressed the soft skin of her neck and shoulders. The water fell over them, hitting her chest and sliding down the length of her long, lithe form. His words stirred a mix of emotions in her - the frightening one being that she was glad too, that she hadn't sneaked from the room like she had originally intended. Her head turned and her lips met his, gently, a faint brush. "Me too, though I don't think I'm even that cruel to bed and bolt," she chuckled.
 
As she leaned back against him, Zalera couldn’t help but smile and push against her, ignoring the sudden erection. He would get use to that reaction eventually, he was very sure about that. The spray of water was hot and soothing on him, but it was nothing compared to how she looked at him, tilting her head back and his eyes locking on hers. He returned the kiss, making sure to let her control it. She broke it, and her words pulled a soft chuckle from him.

“I am glad.” He whispered, kissing her neck lightly, then the edge of her jaw, then her lips, a hand sliding up, stroking over her stomach while another held lightly onto her hip.
 
"Mmm, that feels good," she whispered as he trailed a hand up over her stomach, over her smooth, nearly alabaster skin. She sighed softly, again letting her head laying back against his shoulder, turning ever so slightly to feather her lips across the side of his neck. Vaguely, she should wonder what is wrong with her that she was being so openly affectionate with him, but part of her wanted it and she didn't feel up to fighting with herself right now, much less him. For once, she wanted to just bask in the warmth of being in another's company - no, not another's, his company. Last night the thought appalled her, but now...well, now she wasn't so sure.
 
He couldn’t help but chuckle softly as he heard her whispers, even against the pouring water. His eyes closed and head tilted to the side slightly as he felt her lips on his neck, letting out a soft sound. Softly, his fingers traced along her stomach, then up, gently stroking and teasing her breast before cupping it softly. “I know you care little for me.” He whispered, picking his head up again, nipping her earlobe lightly before whispering hotly into her ear. “But I am here for you now. I won’t leave if you don’t want me to.”
 
She makes a pleasurable noise as his hand strokes her breast, before cupping it in his grip. Her nipple pebbles tightly, hardening against his palm of its own volition, though the want to fight her reaction to him was lacking. "I barely know you," she chuckled, and though it was a half-joke, it was indeed the truth. Being so consumed in him, his touch, after knowing him so briefly was a little overwhelming, especially with someone who prided herself on self control. It seemed she had none when it came to him. "Seems almost surreal."
 
“Overwealming.” He agreed, a soft chuckle as well, as he teased her pebbled peak with his thumb as he kissed along her neck. “I may not know you well… but I want to. I need to know more about you.” Slowly, his grip shifted on her, turning her around to face him and arms wrapping around her hips, holding her close, her skin against his warmly, slipping slightly from the water. “Please tell me you feel the same.”
 
He's in her mind again, she sighs somewhat dramatically as he turns her, holding her close, her own arms sliding up to curl around his neck. Her body pressed against his, warm and wet, breasts mashed against his hard chest. "As much as I'd like to deny it, there really is no point." She chuckles softly and pulls his head down to kiss her, at first gentle and exploring, before she dared to take it deeper and slide her tongue over his lips and into his mouth to tease his own, a hand sliding up into his hair.
 
He heard that sigh, and he couldn’t help but chuckle as he heard it, watching as she so lithely turned towards him. Her arms went around his neck, and her words brought a slight pang, but it was quickly wiped away as she pulled him closer to kiss, deepening it herself. He was grateful with this knowledge, opening his lips willingly, tongue moving forward to meet hers, to dance together as he lifted her slightly, feeling himself pulse against her.
 
She pressed him back against the tiled shower wall, her hands roaming down over his chest as she kissed him. Having him in there with her, after what they'd done in the earlier hours of the morning, seemed to only make her more hungry for him that she had initially been. This was so out of character for her, but she couldn't be bothered to care right now. Not when she was lifted against him, pressed against him, so intimately. She moaned softly into his lips, scoring her nails across his skin.
 
She was surprisingly strong, and he was surprisingly pliant to her will, feeling the tiled wall on his back as the kiss was deepened further. He felt her hands on his chest, gently raking her nails on his skin, and he smiled. Slowly he turned them around, lifting her a little more and teasing his head against her womanhood. Fingernails gently pushing into her rear as he held her, using the leverage to move her hips for him.
 
The cool tile against her back was a pleasurable contradiction to the hot warmth between the two of them, the head of his length teasing her core making her shiver. Her hands moved up his chest and grasped his shoulders as she smiled slowly, teasingly, before hooking her legs around his hips and sinking him into her, but only just a bit, a tease of her warmth. Her eyes twinkled, almost mischievously as she pulled her hips back, a bit away, showing that she could play that game too.
 
It was sweet and hot, her embrace of him, legs hooking and arms gripping at him. As she started her slow tease, he leaned forward, kissing her softly, deepening it as she lowered further on him… and breaking as she rose back up. He saw the twinkle in her eye, a soft smirk crossing his face. “A Damn Tease.” He whispered… Before he thrusted up hard, filling her before sliding back out just to the head. A soft groan left him, before the smirk came back. “Good thing I am too.”
 
Her grip tightened on his shoulders and her head fell back as he thrust up hard, to fill her in one sure stroke, stretching her and making every nerve tingle; then he slid back out, just barely staying within her. The moan was loud, then dragged out into a whimper, before she stuck her lip out into a pout. With a chuckle, she leaned her head down and nipped his lip, tugging on it gently with her fangs. Just enough to draw blood, before her tongue swept it up, an 'mmm' following. "Two of a kind," she muttered playfully, tightening her legs around him.
 
He heard her groan and whimper, and that smirk turned into a victorious smile, and was gifted by her nipping his lip, and taking a taste of his blood. Her voice was playful, and a husky growl came out, his eyes narrowing slightly in almost animalistic need. “Two of a Kind.” He agreed, a low growl underneath his words. Her tightened legs pulled him in slightly, a low groan leaving his lips before he pulsed into her once more, this time staying buried in her, his chest against her own. “Io sono tuo.” He whispered, deep, nipping at her ear and whispering further. “Ti prego, dimmi che siete miei.”
 
Her head fell back again as he pushed inside of her again, this time remaining there, pulsing in the hot vice grip of her walls. She slides her hands from his shoulders, her body shuddering at the words whispered hotly in her ear, fingers finding purchase in his hair. Legs loosened a bit on his hips, so he could move should he choose to; using the hold in his hair she had, she brought his lips to hers and nipped again, before she swept her tongue into his mouth and tangled it with his. As his chest pressed against hers', her nipples pebbled into tight peaks to mash against his skin as their bodies pressed together. She recognized the language, but the words, as some of her sisters spoke Italian, but it was never a language she had picked up herself.
 
Her hands found their way into his hair. Her legs loosened, but they soon were moved back by his hands, wanting her tight grip before going back to holding her by her rear. Slowly his hips moved, pulling out then pushing back in, feeling her pulsing grip around him. Soft groans left his lips, feeling the brushing of her peaks against his chest with every movements. “Mia Cara.” He whispered softly, before kissing her deeply.
 
She couldn't help but chuckle as he moved her legs back, to tighten around his hips; she went with it, moaning as the way it pulled her tight around him as he began to thrust himself in and out of her hot warmth. She moans into his lips, kissing him back deeply as they began to move against each other beneath the semi-spray of water, and she found it a strangely erotic thing to be doing this in the shower. Her lack of passion before this must have been because she hadn't had the right person to, ah, stroke her fire. "Mmm, ah, yes," she dropped her head back against the tile, biting her lip as he moved within her.
 
Even as they made love, his mind was surprisingly clear, with thoughts that he either enjoyed or despised. A sudden one came up, and it… scared him. He didn’t want to admit it, but it did. As she leaned her head back, he leaned forward, taking her lips in a hot, intimate kiss. “Alirei.” He whispered, as his pumps redoubled inside her. “Has your mind changed, about me?”
 
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