Katherine was profusely apologizing as smoking bullet holes chilled next to where Estelle's head had been moments after opening the door. "I'm so sorry, you startled me." She had already dropped the Sig in her hand, and put both up above her head when she realized who she had been shooting at, three shots at head height now obliterated part of the door frame. Not only was she worried about Estelle, but Eleanora could not be happy about the wood.
Looking at the hole, Estelle chuckles, "Huh, you have a respectable paranoia. Work on aim though." She brushes past, whispering the last half into Katherine's ear as she passes, boots stomping on the hardwood as her glowing eyes intake the entrance room.
That made Katherine squint, "Excuse you, all three shots clearly fit in the width of a quarter, that is tight grouping." Adrenaline was flooding her body, and her heart was pounding in her chest. Maybe she shouldn't have hid guns all over the house in retrospect. "Oh… For safety uh… There's guns everywhere so careful. They should all have the safety on though, except for the one I lost. Can't be sure about that." She quickly took the clip out, ejected a bullet from the pistol, put it back into the clip, and then placed the clip back inside with the safety on.
She's already found one of the weapons, slipping a shotgun out from under a couch and staring at the black-metal and polymer semi-automatic with a grin, "Oh you are awesome, did you set all this up Kat?" Estelle turns to look at the other woman.
"Oh no, that's my SKO-12, I had that before I moved in." The shotgun almost looked like a rifle, with a large banana magazine that reached far past the fore-grip and trigger. The holosight glowing in the dimly lit room.
Putting it gently back into the hidden space under the couch, Estelle stands back up, throwing a jacket off to reveal a bloody shirt, and as she takes that off too, carefully trying not to rip scabbed over cuts and gunshot wounds all over her torso. At least two dozen gunshots.
"Oh no…" Katherine was dismayed and nearly ran to Estelle, "Are you ok?" She looked at the bullet wounds with shock and concern before turning to Eleanora, and saying in rapid oddly, almost perfect french, "Mon sang aiderait-il à la guérir ? Y a-t-il un moyen de le faire sans qu'elle me morde?" Would my blood help heal her? Is there a way to get it without her biting me? The concern is palpable and to Katherine, the wounds seem to be glaring at her accusatory.
"That's a lot of gibberish, Kat." The younger vampire answers, adoring the attention given to her whilst Eleanora chuckles, "She is well, mon amour, just healing. Estelle can hunt on her own."
"Mais c'est de ma faute." But it's my fault. She says quietly before leaving it be to the words.
Estelle laughs, sitting on the couch and staining it with blood to Eleanora's sudden, harsh, glare. Still, her love takes priority, "Un coteau et un effort, mon amour." A knife and effort, my love.
"Don't worry, blood is easy to clean up once you know how." Katherine tries to assuage Eleanora, but can't help but be concerned by the wounds and a little… well a lot turned on by the gore. Then she realized that Eleanora was bloody, every time they made love during the loop. The smell now burnt into her psyche, the wounds as well. Can they hear my heart beating faster, or do they assume that I'm just being panicky? The thought is almost forgotten at permission. "Do you not have transfusion bags?" Before reaching into an ankle sheathe and pulling out a fairly large knife.
"J'ai supposé que vous vouliez qu'elle goûte, mon amour." I presumed you wanted her to have a taste, my love. Eleanora smiles, shrugging as she's been distracted and mollified from the sight of her stained furniture. Sitting down on a plush chair to observe the new guest.
"Non, je voulais juste la guérir tout en respectant vos souhaits." No, I just wanted to help her heal, while respecting your wishes. Katherine responds, approaching Estelle with a knife then realizing. "You don't speak French, and I'm just… Approaching you with a knife."
"No-no. Don't explain." Estelle grins past closed eyes, "I find this wonderfully entertaining." She's shirtless and the injuries are ever so slightly bleeding, a slow pulse, much slower than a human would.
Katherine decided to simply push through, taking another nervous step forward, "I asked Eleanora if drinking blood could heal you, she said yes. We have a rule that no other vampires can bite me, so the knife is a compromise."
"Oooh. Well, the knife's kinder than my fangs." The vampire grins.
She looks at the Vampire, with curiosity, "Uh… It's been… Great for me at least, every time so far."
She shakes her head, "Mutation of the blood, Kat." Estelle smiles, recalling an event. "You would not believe how awkward finding out was."
"Oh I like that, the nickname I mean, but also I'm sorry, that must be hard." She walks forward, without really thinking, making a quick incision between the shoulder and the neck. Then she stopped and thought for a moment. "The wrist… Would have probably been smarter."
Rising up to Katherine with a flowing, graceful movement, Estelle smiles, "Sure, but this is much more fun." A tongue flicks out, as if tasting the air before she lowers down and takes the cut into her mouth, one hand steadying Kat on the small of her back, the other holding the opposite shoulder.
Whether unaware of the danger or perhaps, because of it, Katherine grabbed the other woman's bloody frame by the hips pulling her in close, the wet bullet wounds stamping the T-shirt she had thrown on that morning. While less enjoyable than the bite, Estelle was… Attractive, she wondered why she hadn't found more words to describe someone pretty. Then snapped back to the present as the other woman descended, "Uh… Dig in?"
The hand on Katherine's shoulder tightens at the invitation, but Estelle only stays latched on for maybe fifteen seconds, disconnecting with a messy splash leaving her mouth, coating both her front and Katherine's shirt further in blood. "Later." She promises in a smokers growl, before falling back onto the couch, lighting a cigarette.
"Christ. I must have died and gone to heaven…" She quietly whispered as she looked to Eleanora and then Estelle with a light-headed gulp. "Holy… Ok… Does that actually help you?" Katherine asks, after the bite. "You look… You're riddled with wounds."
"Well, Kat, my issue with the bullets is that they're still in there." Estelle answers through a puff of smoke from a sweet smelling cigarette. "Healing just means they get to bounce around all night. Need to get busy with a knife at some point and dig them out."
"Oh I have forceps in the car." She was already running out the door to get them, grabbing keys off new hooks she hung by the door.
"You wanna cut me open?" As Katherine gets back, Estelle asks, "Cause I got shot all over, 'specially in my legs here." A smirk grows as she points to a high spot on her thigh where blood has seeped through.
Katherine's not even looking, as the door closes with a click, and then in a very short amount of time she's back. "Do you need to worry about infection or stitches?" She asks not looking, rummaging through a military grade aid bag, looking more like a tackle or toolbox then something for medical supplies. The Marine insignia blazoned on it, clearly bought from some surplus store.
"Not even a little, rip me open doc." Estelle invites Katherine, laying down fully on the couch with a cigarette in her mouth, drifting wafts of smoke escaping through holes in her chest as well as her mouth.
"Oh god, you poor thing," Katherine replies as she straddles her, clearly not a medic of any kind as she pulls out large forceps. With the knife she makes a quick slash over the first hole, not warning Estelle entirely focused on the wounds now. Estelle's lip curls at the pain, not making a sound otherwise. Then brings the forceps to bear pushing them in and digging around for the first piece of lead, finding this much harder then she suspected. After a few minutes there was a slight grate on the metal of something that wasn't bone or flesh. She snapped onto it. Slipping the first, second, and third times before finally grabbing the bullet and pulling it out. "Ok, that's one."
"Twenty more to go, eh?" Her accents on display fully, something rough and English.
"Twenty?!" Katherine says quietly, "Oooh… You poor thing, thank you for helping us." She says again whispering, very quickly moving to the second wound, making the incision again. "Oh, can you feel pain? I probably should have asked that before just… Going at this. Honestly, I thought this would be harder for me to do. Cutting people I mean." She's mostly making conversation as she's already jabbed the forceps in again, rooting around for the next bullet.
Estelle shifts under the knife, slowly moving in a sluggish display of discomfort, hand caught under her knee. "I'm not bleeding that much, makes it better?" She tries to make conversation, nearly squeaking when a forcep taps a bone.
"Did you just squeak?" Katherine asks as she feels the grate of another bullet, faster this time, pulling it out and dropping it onto a smile pile of paper towels.
"I'll make you squeak if you don't forget it." She growls out, cigarette nearly slipping out of her mouth as another bone is nearly tapped.
"Promise?" The make-shift medic responds teasingly, as she moves to the next wound. "I dunno, I actually went to homicide when my partner blew his brains out in the back of my car, and I realized that the gore hadn't bothered me all that much. Of course I was taking uh… chlorpromazine at the time, which makes you a bit of a zombie." Another slice this time a bit more gentle, or at least as gentle as you can be when cutting. "I think we're both lucky I keep my knives sharp."
Finally stopping her movement as she either gets used to the knife and the cigarette smoke grows thick enough to dull some pain, Estelle laughs, "You'd make a good vampire, you know?"
"Maybe? I'm honestly pretty happy right now besides the whole LAPD wanting to kill me thing. Any time I die I go back to a spot in time, it's kind of great so I just get to do whatever consequence free, well. Consequence free the next go around." The forceps go in and out far faster, not rushed or rougher, Katherine just picking up the nuances rather quickly. "I normally take alprazolam, does that… Help when you drink my blood?"
"Oh yeah, oh yeah. You're like a party popper, its amazing." Estelle compliments, as a bullet is pulled from a rib with a short crack of shifting bone. "I-god-drink from you all day."
"I think I tapped a rib that time sorry. It was… Probably detached already? I'm going to get that out." Katherine admits as she yanks on a piece of bone, pulling out a shattered piece of what was once either a rib or rib cage. Then another bullet, "You'd end up on mood stabilizers, anxiety meds, and anti-depressants, but I think normies can take those without really any ill effects. Pants off." She says matter of factly as she hops off the other woman.
Nodding again, as she undoes her belt and slips her jeans off, "I'm bipolar, but don't think much else." She admits, bloodsoaked pants catching and dragging as four bullet wounds, two on one thigh, one in a calf, and one in her lower pelvis. "Well, there's also the…uh, whatever fifty years of vampire does to a girl."
"Schizoaffective with anxiety, and borderline personality." Katherine responds matter of factly, "Don't hear or see things unless like, really stressed or at an extreme. Is it bad that I'm attracted to this?" She asks pointing at the wounds littering the woman's bottom half, before starting on the calf, "I'll work my way up, seems more fun that way." Another slice, another jab of the forceps.
"God, you're h-holy shit-gh. Hot." Another prod against a bone proves the second bullet is completely embedded in her thighbone. "Fuck."
As Katherine tries to yank she makes a very heavy scowl, "Well, lucky you're immune to infection, this is gonna need pliers I think." Before walking off to get a toolbox. From across the room she says, "Honestly, most people thought I was weird and I pretty much lied about it to the force to get hired." There's a rummaging of metal as tools are pushed over each other. "Its part of why I focussed on my looks so much, ended up not really mattering in the end I guess." The pliers were in her hands as she returned and jammed them into the hole, grasping the bullet tightly and yanking. It ripped free.
Another squeak, this time followed by a chuckle from the watching Eleanora, having faded from the conversation quietly once she sat down. "I'd like to say, I'm not normally like this." Estelle gasps out, "Nine times out of eight, I'm really cool."
"Oh honey," Katherine said looking at her face finally, "This is like, the second coolest thing I've ever seen. You're having a conversation while looking like a horror show. It's awesome." When she heard Eleanora laugh, she turned back to her, "I learned the name by the way, one you might have recognised or heard of. Démence précoce ou démence juvénile?" She asks.
"Démence précoce? Vous avez bien fait de vous abreuver de mon Vitae. Cela arrêterra sa progression." It is good you drank of my vitae, it will arrest its progression. Eleanora nods approvingly, a weight lifted off her shoulders.
"Oh, non, ce n'est pas progressif comme ils le pensaient, c'est un trouble avec des hauts et des bas, même si je me sens mieux en buvant votre Vitae." Oh, no it's not progressive like they thought, it's a disorder with ups and downs, though I do feel better with drinking your vitae, She says before turning back to Estelle as she moves closer north, though this time finally seeming distracted by what she was doing as her hands brushed against thigh. "I was telling her the eighteen-nineties french term for schizo, found it on wikipedia." Though there was an audible gulp as she became very careful of where she was putting her hands. "I might… Brush against you. Sorry."
Chuckling past the pain, Estelle prods, "Can you do more?" A smirk on her face as she shifts her hips, looking at Katherine with a preparation for incoming pain.
It was Katherine's turn to squeak, and turn bright red. "May… May… Maybe. I'll try… try my best." Her hands were shaking slightly as she tried not think about it and pulled another bullet out of her thigh. "Okay… Uh… Number nine is… Um." She points at the pelvis with the forceps, "So… You know what, we'll leave that one for last. If only to keep my hands steady. You'd be the sec—" This is not the Time loop and she's not Eleanora, you can not just say that.
"I hope you-grrk." She growls at the forceps motions, "I hope your this shaky when we're done." Its a strained joke, pushed through gritted teeth as every muscle on Estelle's tall and thin body is tensed, her back nearly forced to arch, halfway through the process.
"Did you just… Finish?" Looking at her suddenly, "We're not even halfway done."
"Shut up." Estelle growls, taking a breath in the short interlude of converstion.
Then with a smile, "I hope you have more stamina afterwards. Anyways, maybe a top up of blood? Is that… Does that do good things for you vampires I mean."
"I'm no-" She breathes out, getting some of the grain out of her voice, "I'm not Eleanora. I can't keep drinking all night. My gullet has a bottom."
"Oh, ok, we're taking a quick breather, the youtube tutorial I watched yesterday said to do that." With a nod, looking at the other holes, "It looks like it was only about nine or ten by the way. Only two left."
"God bless penetration." Another groaned joke as Estelle breathes deeply in a useless, yet hopefully therapeutic act.
"And dishwasher safe silicone," Katherine responded, looking off into the distance a bit. "This really has been a dream come true. So, last one then… The um… The last one." She moves to the inside of the thigh, her hand now cupping the crook of her thigh, the side of soft cloth making Katherine extremely nervous and unable to focus as the back of her hand keeps bumping into Estelle's pelvis.
"Get to work, Kat." Estelle orders, a light flush in her pale skin as she grips the couch in apprehension and excitement alike, the heady mix evident in her glowing eyes.
The knife cuts quick, and she finds the angle awkward, "Fuck this one is in the bone too." She's forgotten where her hands are at this point, focussed on the bullet, switching the forceps for pliers. "Spread them this isn't prom." Katherine suddenly says as she lost in thought, tapping the woman's closer leg putting it behind herself.
"'Course, ma'am." Estelle obeys, shifting to put both legs on Katherine's shoulders with a pained grin.
Completely lost in thought now, the pliers go in at an oblique angle, and she uses the thigh for leverage as she very firmly pulls on the bullet. The first yank doesn't get it, but the second does.
A smoky, harsh and vicious growl escapes Estelle at the tugs, ending in a hissed, "Fuck me!" Shouted to the sky as every part of her tenses in pain.
"There! I go—" Katherine, suddenly aware of where she is positionally, the hissing woman, and the bullet her mind gets very very flustered. There's still one left, and she's shaking like a leaf. "Oh I'm… This is…" She stares at the ragged wounds on either side, the bloody splotch on the woman's grey panties, a tiny hole from where the blood hit. Acutely aware of what… Where she'll be. "You… Those…"
"Off. Please." She says point at the underwear. "I… There's… Sorry. Modesty isn't… You…" She becomes dumbstruck as she watches, doing her best not to seem lecherous.
The request is accepted with a grin, fingers looping in the sides of the underwear, slowly drifting them down with the languid pace of a dancer, letting her entire leg be traced until she can let them fall to the side of the couch.
Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.
As Katherine lifts one of her legs so that… It doesn't hit her in the face she exhales with a shaky, "Haaah." And then freezes, no longer staring at the bullet wound. "Ahmm…" The moment sits, as she slowly gets redder, and redder. "Ah." She seems to be trying to say something, but what it might be is completely lost on her. A joke perhaps? A warning? Instead it's just a squeak.
"You better put those pliers somewhere, I'm getting shy." Estelle jokes, putting her other leg underneath Katherine, entirely submitting herself to treatment, still fully exposed.
"Sorry!" She says with a gasp, broken out of her stupor. Leaning in, but also trying not to think about where she's leaning in she focuses on the bullet wound, and not the slightly… Wet sensation that is most definitely blood on her arm. No she's not going to check. The forceps go in, this one, she's grateful is not lodged in bone. If she spent another minute there she might faint. It comes out as one of the easiest ones of the group.
"Fuck." Estelle entirely relaxes, falling into a near-torpid sprawl as she lets the pain exit her, breath repeating itself like a staccato, a rhythmic, learned pace.
"That's it! You're all done. I'm pretty sure." Katherine hasn't moved, nor has she stopped staring at the now fully naked woman underneath her. Once again frozen as she breathes, brain not moving fast enough to figure out how to fully extricate herself. While fighting with the intense urge not to leave, and the slight disgust at feeling like she's taking advantage of someone who needs care. More locked in her head as she just… Drinks in Estelle.
As Estelle's eyes open, she shifts, sliding her legs down to around Katherine's hips, before jolting the women atop her. "Hey Kat." She growls, roughly,
"Sorry. Sorry." She whispers, "I found out I like girls like two weeks ago, and it's all still… Shocking. Sorry."
Rolling her eyes, she breathes out cherry flavoured cold, "If you're gonna look, you better touch." Esstelle demands.
"I… Don't… Know… That. You." It's probably the same mostly, right? Can't be that different right? Or she's joking, and you shouldn't go in for a kiss. Maybe a hand on the thigh, just to see how she reacts? She moves a hand up Estelle's thigh making eye contact trying to see if she's doing the wrong thing.
Estelle's eyes glow brighter at the touch, a pulsing mood light as it turns out, the smile growing to a grin as she bucks up into the touch suddenly, "Come on, right here." She demandingly almost-pleads, an exploration in opposites.
Another squeak as things move fast. Her hand now between Estelle's legs, her mind searching for something to say. She had years of smooth lines, but that was in safe conditions, tried and true and tested scenarios where. "Okay, just this once, next time you just get a lollipop." That sounded… Fine. The fingers slipped into an entrance that was wet and welcoming. Estelle's gasp brings a fire to Katherine, as she quickly removes her fingers and rips off her shirt.
She grabs one of Estelle's hands and places it on her breast. "Just um… Have fun?" She suddenly said, not sure how to request what she actually wants. Not entirely sure of it either as her fingers plunge back inside with a slight curl. The aggressive curl of her fingers deliberately rolls against the top of the other woman's walls, as her thumb gently strokes the clit in a very practiced maneuver.
Through another gasp and the sudden tight grip on Katherine, Estelle jokes again, "But d-doc, I am the lollipop." Shivering voice and flexing muscles intermixing, along with the gravel of a tobacco-trained throat.
At first, she is slow, soft and teasing in grasping waters. Pressing over and over in a specific learned pattern that seems to be at least somewhat effective as Estelle gives another quick buck. Her hand lightly squeezing Katherine's breast. "Estelle, please like… Grab?" She's trying to find the vocabulary here. Eleanora normally just… did it, though they were never quite in this position.
Estelle figures it out squeezing and gently playing with Katherine's chest, softly running a nail just off the side of the nipple. Both of them now gasping, though Katherine more out of nerves than a rise of something. Unlike Estelle who found herself very quickly melting into the moment, so much pain being followed up with gentle touch and care. The feeling comes fast, building in her, the bullet wounds seeming to almost act as points of radiance that pulse out to the rest of the body. The heady sluggish feeling of benzos in her system, the attentions of someone nurturing, and caring. Of someone very human in a world where so few interact. It All pushes her over her sensations, and that pushes her physically into Katherine's fingers as she begins to arch and buck into each stroke.
"God damn you!" Her hips thrust wildly, breath coming hard through clenched teeth. So close, need growing hotter by the second but wanting more.
And Katherine begins to want as well, wanting Estelle's lips on her, hands on her, teeth on her. Wanting to please and be pleased. She increases her movements slightly, her thumb working Estelle's most sensitive spot; another hand now drapes firmly on Estelle's thigh. She can feel them tighten beneath her palm, Katherine suddenly aware the moment is not far off. She wants to make a comment. Say something to feel less nervous, but can't.
Conversation would be impossible anyways, as Estelle soon only becomes capable of whines, gasped pleas, and desperate grunts. Katherine is suddenly brave, and brings her face down, her chest out of Estelle's hands, until her lips rest just above her curling finger, meeting Estelle's folds in fever-hot open passion. The smells is slightly different, less sweet than Eleanora, almost salty and bitter. Katherine's tongue causes another arch of the back, and pleasure climbs higher and higher. Fingers move faster as they feel wetter, and go deeper. Tension coils through Estelle's body. Her whole being tightens up in a white hot burst, and she cries out as she crashes against Katherine's fingers.
Estelle fell, fell into herself, fell into a tunnel made entirely of ectasy. A pit that swallowed everything except for the moment. Sound extinguished, all thought consumed by a rush so powerful it took away words. She felt every muscle contract at once, drawing up to impossible heights before relaxing completely limp. There is a strange heaviness spreading from between her legs, pooling low, warm, and demanding but oddly light. She gasps for useless air while still wanting nothing else than another breath held inside. Vision blurs red, blackness closing in like velvet curtains drawn across her eyes.
Katherine looks down at the couch now covered in slick and blood apologetically. "This is all easy to clean I swear," She said mostly to herself before looking to Estelle, "So um… That was good? You… You seemed to like it?" Feeling foolish for losing herself in the moment, for not knowing what to do or say.
Recovering with a cooling of her body, going from feverishly warm to deathly cold, Estelle laughs, "Yeah, you were pretty good." Her eyes, currently blackened and slowly returning to a mortal colour lock onto Katherine with predatory focus. "I'll be paying back the favour, later." The promise is still there, low and husky.
"Of course, when you feel better," Katherine says with a smile, gently patting the naked woman. Then looking for where she threw her shirt too during… All of that, it was nowhere to be found.
"Tu as fait un beau spectacle, mon amour." You put on a beautiful show, my love. Eleanora chuckles like a crystal bell again, suddenly reminding everyone she's…right there. Hand slowly tapping a repetitive pattern on the arm of the chair she's in, one of the many very subtle signs of excitement, or endearment.
"Ça ne t'a pas contrarié? Je ne réfléchissais pas sur le moment, elle était très convaincante." It didn't upset you? I wasn't thinking in the moment, she was very convincing. Though the tapping calmed her nerves quite a bit as she found her now blood stained shirt. "I'm going to go get you bandaged up Estelle, if you want to shower that's fine, I also have clo—"
"Hold the bandages, get me the clothes." Estelle answers, "This'll all be gone in a minute." Her eyes are closed.
"Oh, so… No shower?" Katherine called back, "I just assumed I'd get you clean, not hole ridden blood covered clothes from my wardrobe. You can use my shirt it at least doesn't have holes." She took it off immediately seconds after putting it back on, and threw it to her without thought.
Scrunching her face up, "I'll do the shower too." Estelle answers, somewhat annoyed at having to stand.
Katherine was almost skipping to the bathroom as she turned the water on, then took a deep breath, remembering that vampires liked it much much hotter than she'd generally prefer. Letting the room get steamy, and then lighting a scented candle she had bought. Though… She didn't really know why she did that last part. Just felt right.
She moved to walk out of the bathroom, then realized that Estelle was in the doorway. In the way. Ooooooh. you may have made it sound… Estelle put her hand on Katherine's chest lightly pushing her back in and Katherine gulped not entirely sure how this part would work either.
"We had a lot of passion, out there." Estelle reaches through the steaming hot shower water, turning it down with nary a glance at the heat hitting her skin, "But I like my romance too." The grin spreads in the steam, almost obscured, her eyes piercing the fog cover as she stays just an arms length away.
"Oh I." The words wouldn't come out as she tried to decide whether it'd be rude to leave now, or if she was saying don't. She just froze again, trying to figure out exactly what the right path was and what she was supposed to do. Did she… Get out of the way? Move to the side, can't walk backwards she'd slip, it's still a shower so.
The other woman's face being in front of Katherine slows that thought process down even further, as she whispers, "Hey Kat," The grin is almost luminously bright.
Another squeak this one closer to a rabbit or possibly a trapped mouse. Say something, anything. "Your eyes are pretty." What? No, ask she wants you to leave. Why would you say that.
"You wanna make out in the shower?" Estelle somehow grins wider through the words, luxuriating in the cycle of attention and reaction, almost feral in her obsession with it. A hand drifting to help Katherine's jeans come off.
Katherine tries to respond, but nothing comes out so she just nods as the hand loops around her jeans waistband, smoothly working the buttons. She should do something. Literally anything but freeze, so at least she knows you want too. "I'm panicking because you're pretty." Okay. Nevermind, word privileges are now revoked. The jeans are undone, and the warm steam hits her skin, she's covered in goosebumps, and then as Estelle leans forward to help with her panties, Katherine finally gathers enough courage.
In an awkward, panicked lunge she tries to kiss Estelle, her lips connecting somewhere between the cheek and the eye. There was no way that was correct. She had done this before.
"You are so fucking cute." Estelle growls, shifting to press Katherine against the tiles of a wall, looking into her eyes with a hungry, terrifyingly predatory stare, as if she wants to take every part of the other woman for herself, pull it into her and never give it back.
Some part of Katherine yearns to be pulled, to be grabbed and torn apart in some horrific ritualistic display. The thought burns at the back of her throat. She'll just aim better this time, she leans in slower for a kiss, and after almost a minute and a half she remembers she needs to breathe. With a very light tap on Estelle's chest and pulling back she gasps, "Sorry. I forgot… Air…"
It doesn't take long to recover as she takes the initiative to dive back in. Intertwining lips bring little sparks across Katherine's face, and her body. The thoughts of just moments ago sending everything into a whirl as she tries to plan, to make a path to figure out how to do it right, but the idea of planning is torn from her.
Sharply, Estelle tugs Katherine over again, slipping under the now just hot instead of boiling water, kissing her again in a distracting gesture before almost chuckling through a growled, "I really like you right now." She's tall, something Katherine realizes when Estelle just leans forwards to put her mouth next to Katherine's ear, "I like you so much I wanna hurt you."
"I… I think I want that too, which is a little scary." Katherine whispers. "Can you gently pull my hair? But like… Soft at first?" The voice is small, meek, and uncertain.
Estelle's hands sink into the other woman's hair, moving slowly and lovingly through it as she keeps looking at Katherine, grinning. It's almost a surprise when the stroking suddenly shifts into a tug, just on the edge of painful.
"Mmm." She says quietly, one hand moving to touch Estelle's waist as she suddenly pushes herself against Estelle's body, "That's, yeah definitely like that." Another whisper, finding out more about herself, the exploration, something new, something she hadn't even considered sending shocks through her system. "A little… Harder?"
Estelle tugs backwards on the hair exposing Katherine's neck, and begins to give her a love bite, but the teeth never quite pierce the skin, just getting dangerously close. Smiling even wider as Katherine's nails dig into her back gently. She rubs Katherine's thigh very gently, noticing an overwhelmingly thicker wetness now beginning to coat the very top of Katherine's thighs.
"I'm going to make you beg for it." Estelle growls into Katherine, fangs brushing against skin, threatening to pierce with every hovering, terrifying motion. "I'm going to make you get on your knees for it."
She… wants her hair pulled more, but she doesn't want to ask. She's looking at Estelle her eyes thinking, when, she leans in for a kiss, then shifts, biting her on the neck, maybe a little harder than she had intended she realizes as she feels the flesh… almost collapse in her mouth.
Immediately, Estelle's grip turns iron on Katherine's hair, nearly tugging her off her neck before she calms with a laugh of enjoyment at the sudden shock.
"Aaah~" The yelp from the tug is far and away from a complaint. "Just… Just wanted to see what makes it fun." She whispered with a smile and a blush. Though the hot water has made everything flush and red at this point.
Estelle gives an amused glare, "That so?"
"Yes, but… If you pull my hair again without like… Touching me in some way I may literally die." Katherine says in a pleading voice as she reaches out, pushing herself further onto Estelle's thigh. Trying to communicate a deep primal need.
It's fast, a sudden shift as Katherine finds herself twisted around, back pressing into Estelle, hair still firmly grasped and then tugged to turn her head into a kiss, a hand darting to just barely hover on her thigh, promising much but giving nothing. The separation is hard, electric and fiery all the same, prompting a broad smile from Estelle as she says, "Beg."
The pleading is immediate, and desperate. "Please ma'am," she says, forgetting Estelle's name momentarily, "Please miss, please." She's almost wiggling at this point trying to move herself to the hand instead of waiting for the hand to move to herself. The tug of the hair, the shower, such a beautiful person. A protector someone tough, and scary and hot "I need this." She whispers.
The hand shifts, a gasp-inducing touch as it enters Katherine, tongue flicking across her neck as she's forced to tilt her head with another sharp tug of her hair, bunched up in Estelle's grip as it is and slick with water.
She's being too gentle say something, "Like you mean it please." She suddenly demands, ok, maybe not tha— The moan that follows as Estelle immediately obliges is the moan of someone who has not had to be quiet for a decade. Something high-pitched and echoing and full of life. Digits and warm water, and suckling all mix overwhelming her senses. As she realizes, now that what she wants is to be bitten, but that Estelle shouldn't, and Eleanora wasn't there. The thought is ripped from her mind and instead she growls in a quiet whisper. "Harder please." The last word sounding more frustrated than anything.
Fangs dig in just far enough to be felt, but not enough to do anything amazing like they do, pulling back in an eerie, terrifying, exciting and dark show of control, firmer than even Eleanora with them, then again, shocks of pain on a new site on her shoulder, avoiding vitals, sinking in and out of soft tissue.
That did it, the sudden gasp had broke a damn as Estelle had to catch Katherine whose legs had immediately gave out from under her. A long prolonged noise escaping her lips in an ear shattering satisfied scream. She felt herself leak over Estelle's fingers a sudden release of tension, and she falls backwards twitching as she's lifted like a bride, her arms wrapping around Estelle as she tries to catch her breath. "I really really like you." She whispers in Estelle's ear as she feels a second wave come over her, and then a third. Sitting there convulsing and twitching while warm water rushes over her and she looks at Estelle in a new light, like the swords over Eleanora's mantle, something violent and deadly but beautiful.
"You like to cuddle right?" She whispers quietly in her ear. Her body, overwhelmed.
"I love to cuddle." Estelle growls back, words reaching a point deep inside Katherine, surprisingly low for a woman. Estelle finds herself almost smothered as Katherine hugs her as tightly as possible, with a quiet, happy, "Me too."