Fanfiction - True Blood - Hiding Bites, 1/1
Summary: pwp
Pairing: Eric/Sookie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: standard for vampire sex
Author's Notes: Written for Kink_Bingo; prompt possession/marking
Disclaimer: I don't own True Blood, nor the characters within
Hiding Bites
Bill had gotten to her first, and left his mark. Eric could still see it, a pair of slight imperfections in the smooth line of her skin, and it made him want to pry the other vampire's fangs out and stab them through those depressingly brooding eyes.
Sookie would not be appreciative of that. It wasn't the only reason he refrained, but it was one of them.
"Eric?"
He pulled back, propping himself up on his elbow so she could easily see his face. Her eyes were warm and friendly in the starlight, her face soft from the accumulated pleasure of no less than four orgasms thus far tonight.
(He could well understand her frustration with dating mortal men; he knew that he'd counted, and felt a triumphant thrill at each one, but if she'd been able to hear those thoughts she'd have slapped him and tried to get out of bed. Her knees tended to go weak when she was deeply aroused, though, so she wouldn't have gotten far. Besides, it wasn't empty pride if you were as good as he was, and he only boasted about her responsiveness in the most oblique possible turns.)
"Is it a vampire thing to be obsessed with my neck? I mean, not that I'm complaining, but it's a little..."
"Exciting?" he suggested wryly. She blushed as he ran a finger down the path his tongue had been on before she spoke. "Your heart races each time I touch you here. It's intoxicating: I can smell your lust... and your fear."
"I'm not afraid of you!"
He flashed his fangs by way of answer, and she twitched. He bent his head to begin dragging them over her flesh, a tricky maneuver from this angle, but well rewarded by the hitch in her breathing.
"And don't think I don't know you're avoiding the topic."
He noticed another of those minute flaws, and forced himself to pull back. He wanted to swoop down and destroy every trace of his former rival's presence here, but to do so all at once would leave her throat a gaping ruin. He had to be patient. He had to make her his a little bit at a time, in this way as in all others.
"You have a very sensitive neck," he explained. "And it's also a vampire thing."
"I guess I'm just lucky to enjoy it, then, aren't I?"
He smiled, kissing her again for that. She stretched underneath him, the slow undulation of her body pressing them together from knee to breast. He wrapped her fingers tightly in his, enjoying it. Enjoying her, and her reactions, the demanding hardness of her nipples and her moans as he rubbed his prick across her clit.
Her moans got a little louder when he broke away from their kiss, trailing his mouth down her neck. She was sensitive hre, but calling it a vampire thing was almost a fib; lots of vampires didn't trust themselves around the necks of humans when they were fucking, and avoided them for fear of spilling too much blood. He wanted her blood, though. It was delicious. Better yet, every sip reinforced the blood bond between them, entering his own system and becoming a part of him, a little bit of her that was beyond disputing as his. Every bite changed the texture of her skin and left her a little more marked as his, a little less anyone else's.
His jaw clenched as he bit down. She gasped; she always gasped, and another might have mistaken that for pain. He knew better. He didn't have to read her mind to know what she felt, not when her hips bucked and her hands clenched back in his own. He pushed his tongue hard gainst the wound because she liked that, too, and felt a tendon spasm against his lips.
He smiled, and thought smugly, five.
"Wow," she breathed, a little while later. He licked her. "That was..."
"Spectacular?"
She rolled her eyes.
"Alright! Yes, it was very, very spectacular. You egotist."
"Justifiably," he pointed out, drawing her close again. She cuddled up to him happily, one leg thrown casually over his hip. A moment later, he reclassified that move as planned, and shifted to better expose his erection to her ministrations.
"If you keep biting me like that, will my neck end up covered in little scars?"
He blinked.
"Yes. But the scars left by a vampire's bite soon fade, until they are only visible to other vampires, and only from close up."
"So, from a distance, nobody'll be able to tell."
He hummed his agreement, pleasurably distracted by her touch. She was so much more confident now than their first time, a fact he felt quite smug about. She was also surprisingly prone to teasing him in bed.
"But up close," she continued, "everyone will be able to see..."
"My mark," he agreed. He rolled her over, wanting to thrust in as he spoke, and her legs parted willingly for him. "Every time I bite you, Sookie, every time I leave a mark in your skin, it stays there, and those who can, know what it is they see."
He stared down at her neck, half concealed by the latest toss of her hair, stared at every mark he could see as she filled her lungs with the scent of lust.
"Can you tell? That it was -- oh!"
H grinned, brushing a kiss and a word over her ear.
"Yes."
Which was true. He could see every imperfection left by Bill Compton's fangs, and had ample plans for blotting them out with his own bites. Someday the only marks to be seen on his Sookie would be his, and to him, they would be beautiful.