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Mina's not one to get sloppy.
It's no secret that she's a creature of the night now, given that she flaunted it so openly, but she did like to have privacy when she decided to feed. Not out of respect for her food, but because being seen covered in blood is so embarrassing. Though, since she's started leaning into the whole vampire thing, she's recently discovered that red is definitely her color.
Perched atop an abandoned warehouse, Mina watches her prey. Silhouetted by the moon with only a red gleam in her eyes, she likes to think she looks especially threatening.
It's an easy game, really. She's somewhat proud of herself for finding this place all on her own— Most of the other vampires in New York picked an area to "own" and they weren't fond of sharing their food. That didn't mean that she didn't try to feed there anyway, but it did cause a stir in the vampire community that was more annoying than it was worth.
That's what led her here. This old, tacky, abandoned sanctuary of entrées that no one would miss if she'd "accidentally" went too far whilst feeding.
Her mouth waters as she watches them all move around like ants in a colony, waiting for her chance to strike. Out of the corner of her peripheral, she sees a lone urchin of the streets retreating into a back alley. Bingo.
She doesn't care about the details. She just moves. Hopping from rooftop to rooftop gracefully, she comes to land just behind them, her parasol lowered just enough to hide just her face in the darkness it provides. The urchin pauses their stride, gripping the handle of the briefcase in their hand.
"Again?" They mutter beneath their breath, even as their back remains turned to the vampire behind them, as if it's an act of defiance.
"Find yourself a target often?" Mina remarks, her tone practically dripping with confidence, "You have that kind of aura about you."
"More than you'd care to hear, I'm sure." They say, turning just slightly, "Unfortunately for you, I won't run away this time."
"Tch," Mina kisses her teeth, rolling her eyes, "The chase is the best part. Desperation adds… flavor."
"…So it's a vampire this time," They mutter again, "He's sure getting creative, huh?"
Mina grits her teeth, flitting closer until shes practically pressed against their back, "The only one you should be talking to right now is me." Just then, their scent hits her nostrils. She recoils instinctively, given this is just some urchin, but wait…
She knows that smell.
Her eyes glow brighter, this time from the rage that boils in her stagnant blood. "You—!!" She hisses, grabbing their shoulder to whip them around. Their freehand flies toward the latch on their briefcase as they're turned, but they stop just short of releasing the horrors that lie within.
"… Mina?" They breathe, almost incredulously.
"Don't sully my name with your… your stupid mouth!" She probably could have come up with a snappier line there, but she can't think. She's physically trembling from irritation, "Just my luck, huh?! Running into you of all people! Ugh!" She stomps her foot like a toddler, then realization dons over her—
"… How the hell are you here?!" She grabs the collar of their shirt, fisting the fabric in her gloved hand, "You're supposed to be six feet under! It was the most boring funeral I ever attended in my life! I didn't even get to play the role of the distressed widow! Do you know how good that would have looked in the paper?! You couldn't even grant me that, you asshole?!"
"Good to see you haven't changed a bit." They say with a sigh of exasperation, "Just as self-centered as always." Internally, they're slightly thankful that they were shot. Part of them is just a bit miffed the bullet missed because now they have to deal with this. "Look, I'm sorry you didn't get your seven seconds of fame, I guess. Not that it matters at all. I mean— Seriously, Mina, does it really hurt you that bad? You didn't even need my name. Your parents could give you the whole world and you'd still ask them to go as big as the galaxy."
Mina recoils as if she was slapped, "You… You bastard!" She hisses, tossing her ex-fiance into the wall as if they're nothing but a piece of trash. She'd argue that they are after the stunt they pulled. "Do you have any idea of what you selfishly deprived me of?! Just listen to it— Mina Fairfax… I literally practiced that signature a thousand times in my diary for nothing!"
They move to right themself but Mina flits in front of them in a flash, the heel of her boot pressing into their chest as she looks down at them. "I don't know what you want from me, Mina! Do you want me to apologize or something? For being assassinated?! Do you realize how crazy you sound right now? No, it's not even just now, you've always been like this! You've got this… this warped sense of how life should be!"
"You're one to talk. You don't know a thing about me."
"Yes. I do, Mina. All you do is talk about yourself." They grunt as Mina drives her heel deeper into their skin. "You don't know anything about me."
"I know plenty about you, Arin."
"Don't call me that… That's not my name anymore. Not so loudly at least. Never know who could be listening."
"Oh, so you're that desperate to prove I don't know anything about you that you'd—"
"No, Mina." They say, lowering their gaze momentarily, "I'm serious. It's… It's 'Pocket' now, okay?"
"Tch. A tacky name for a tacky person. Whatever, Pocket." She lifts her foot from their chest, letting them stand up and dust themself off, "Get up. My shoulders are getting tired looking down at you."
Pocket hisses in pain as they press their hand to the heel shaped indent in their shirt, "Thanks for that, I guess?"
"You're welcome."
"That was sarcasm."
"I don't care." She says, standing a bit more confidently, "Well?" She asks, with a smug raise of her brows beneath her bangs and an equally smug smile on her lips.
"…Well, what?"
"Um, hello? I'm kind of a vampire now. You don't have anything to say about that?!"
"…Congratulations?" They glance around, thinking maybe this is a prank.
A fresh rush of annoyance hits Mina and she thinks about throwing them into the wall again, "Are you serious?"
"What do you want me to say?"
Mina opens her mouth to speak, but then realizes she doesn't know either. She resolves to turn her nose up in the opposite direction, hitting Pocket with her signature, "Figure it out." Which they were met with often when the two were engaged, even if the time they spent in each other's company was sparse.
Pocket sighs, their shoulders slumping just a bit, "It doesn't matter what I think, Mina. When will you see that? Nothing that anyone else thinks about you matters since you're just going to see yourself above them regardless of if they talk down on you or praise you."
She blinks, her mouth opening once more but this time… This time she's genuinely at a loss for words.
Pocket seems to take note of this— The irony of Mina, who always had something to say, being this quiet is not lost on them.
"Look, Mina," They sigh out, "If… If being a vampire is what you wanted, then I'm happy for you, I guess. I'm glad to see you're… Making something of yourself. I always thought it was… weird. You always seemed like… Like marrying me would make you look different, but it was just words on a paper. They don't amount to anything. I always thought… That you'd benefit from just seeing how great you are when you stand on your own two feet without relying on others to hold you up."
Mina can't process their words, or maybe she doesn't want to. She doesn't want to admit that Pocket probably understands her better than even her own parents. She doesn't want to admit they're right and she's been an idiot for relying on someone else to put her up on a pedestal when she could have just been working toward getting up there herself. That the outcome would have been a lot more satisfying than just…
"Shut up." Mina says, flitting forward until Pocket is pressed between the wall of the alley and her cold, undead body, "Just… shut up." She mutters, her glove fisted into their shirt again.
"Shutting up." They say, tilting their head to the side to expose their neck. At this point, they look like they just want to get this encounter over, even if it means getting the life sucked out of them by their ex-fiancee.
Unbeknownst to them, Mina's forgotten that she's hungry at all. Her glove makes a sound as her grip tightens, "Look at me, Ar— Pocket. Look at me." 'Look at what you did to me' is left unsaid, caught by Mina before it could leave her lips.
Pocket looks at her, just as she requested, and for the first time in five years… They see it. It's this… amalgamation of regret, melancholy, and maybe even… the need for validation. Mina didn't let this vulnerability show often. It was so uncommon that they'd probably only glimpsed it before Mina would turn her back to them and take up more than half their bed after a different kind of encounter.
Their gaze softens, some part of them recognizing that Mina is just as lost as they are. That they're both the product of expectations and standards so high that both of them would never grow to reach them… And in the wake of these past five years, none of it matters anymore.
Nothing matters.
Silence falls in the alley and neither of them make a move.
Mina lets her grip falter, gritting her teeth as she returns her palm to the handle of her parasol. "Go." She says.
"Mina…" They speak hesitantly, but Mina cuts them off.
"Go. I've lost my appetite."
Even so, they both remain where they are.
With a forced scoff, Mina turns to leave with an eye roll. Pocket stops her, though. They hold her wrist and instead of retracting it with an 'Ew!' of annoyance, Mina allows them to.
It's stupid. Mina was unfathomably fast and she just showed Pocket that with how she flitted around the alley. They both knew that if she really wanted to leave them, she would have.
Instead, Mina turns to them, meeting their eyes as she lowers her parasol for the first time all night. Pocket gasps softly as they finally get to see the state that Mina's in. Her skin is utterly lifeless, amplified by the light of the moon above their heads. The natural mask of dismay she typically wears looks… So much different now. Something inside Pocket stirs, something akin to guilt, even though they know it's not particularly their fault they were almost assassinated.
Unbeknownst to them, Mina feels it too. Guilt. It's an ugly, tacky feeling that gnaws at her and makes her feel things. Something that she'd become a vampire to avoid.
To think she'd ever been satisfied with living for the rest of eternity. An eternity without Pocket. An eternity where she never got a chance to voice how she truly felt about them.
Not that she would ever tell them even now… She was aware of the divide between them. At least when they were engaged, Arin felt… close. They felt within arms reach and she'd grown used to the idea that's where they'd always be. Pocket, however, felt a world away. Like even if she with all her might to reach toward them, she'd never even get a chance to graze their hand.
But they're here now, A voice inside her head points out, they're right here… Right before your very eyes, yet you're acting as if you're blind to it. If you don't move, you'll lose them forever.
Mina's lips tighten with determination, her head lowering— Something she made a point to never do as she'd once proudly proclaimed that she'd never bow her head to anyone.
Pocket's lips part as if to say something, but before they can, their back is pressed to the opposite wall of the alley and Mina's chest is pressed to theirs. More importantly, her lips are also pressed to theirs. Even so, Pocket can't help noticing the inhuman stillness where her heart should be beating.
Their hands come to rest on her hips, still holding their briefcase tightly in their left hand.
Mina's hands rest on their shoulders and she melts into their arms, as if it's where she belonged the whole time. She'd never say that, though.
When they part, Pocket chases her lips, pulling her closer and she grants them the mercy of allowing it. They meet again, that familiar feeling of desperation they often shared when they'd sneak away from family banquets together. Even then, it was always Mina pressing Pocket into the wall, cornering them as if they'd run.
Even then, they wouldn't even entertain the thought of leaving Mina. They had previously chalked it up to hormones, but it was slowly dawning on them that it could have been something more.
"Mina…" They sigh against her lips, silently lamenting that they'd never feel her warmth again.
"Arin," She calls back, letting their old name slip.
"It's—"
"I am not going to moan 'Pocket'. Period."
Pocket smiles at that, happy that Mina is willing to tease them playfully, "Guess I'll have to make you then, huh?" They say, raising a brow.
Mina recognizes that look in their eyes and that smile on their lips. It makes her smile too, her fangs just barely visible, "We'll see about that." She says, pulling away from them. She raises her parasol to her shoulder again, heels clicking against the dank floor of the alley as she turns to walk away.
Pocket straightens just a bit, "H-hey, where are you—?"
"You live down this alley, don't you?" She says, glancing at them over her shoulder, "What, you think I'm going to let you do this where anyone could walk by and see? Besides," She faces forward again, "Aren't you in hiding? Would be kind of stupid to draw that kind of attention to yourself."
Pocket's eyes widen, a soft blush coating their cheeks before they clear their throat and straighten their tie, "Ahem. Yeah." They practically sprint to catch up to Mina, which she can't help but laugh at how endearing it is, "Right this way."
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Mina purses her lips as Pocket pushes aside the pallet blocking the entryway to their "home". They grunt, dusting off their hands once it's out of the way. They look to Mina, stepping off to the side, "After you."
Mina hides her grimace poorly, but nods. She closes her parasol and crouches to slip into the small hole in the wooden boards that cover where the door and windows of the place should be. Pocket follows her, scooting the pallet back into place which is apparently a bit easier than moving it out of the way.
She looks around the dark remains of what seems to be an abandoned business of sorts. Maybe it was once a pharmacy or a store of some sort. It doesn't look like Pocket touched much of it aside from somehow getting the flattest mattress Mina's ever seen into the room.
"Woooow…" Her tone is laced with anything but wonder, however, "Gosh, Pocket, this… This is…"
"Wonderful, I know." They say, coming to stand beside her, "It's just temporary… And I know it's not exactly the best place, but it's," They pause, glancing toward the boarded up windows, "It's safe. And it's private."
It's definitely private, Mina thinks, As in no one with sense would be caught dead here.
She keeps her thoughts to herself, though. She watches as Pocket trails over to one of the shelves, carefully placing their briefcase down. Mina doesn't pry.
Leaning her parasol against the same shelf, she thinks about removing her coat, but decides against it. She's definitely not taking her clothes off here. Pocket's just going to have to live with that, because there is no way in hell she's going to let her flawless skin touch that dirty mattress. They might be fine sleeping on top of that but she is not.
Their shoulders brush and Mina turns to them, discovering they were already looking at her. Their eyes widen a fraction, turning away and trying to play it off. Mina can see the blush on their cheeks, though. She smiles, cupping their chin and slowly guiding their gaze back to her. They give her a combination of a laugh and a smile, something that makes her laugh too.
"This is… weird, isn't it?" They say, furrowing their brow, "In the past, we just… You know, just did it. We didn't think about it. It was just… something to do."
"It's only weird if you make it weird."
"Am I making it weird?"
"You're making it very weird."
They both share a laugh, pressing their foreheads together.
In truth, they're both navigating previously uncharted waters. Those times they'd snuck off together and just did whatever felt right seemed so distant now. Neither of them knew a thing about… Well, anything back then. Pocket even remembers when Mina would hang her upper half over the edge of their bed, flipping through a bridal catalog while they were doing their damnedest to eat her out. Looking back now they can laugh at the absurdity of it, but at the time they were pretty offended.
Mina pulls them back to the present, pressing a kiss to their cheek. The sweetness of the gesture is so foreign to Pocket that they immediately get flustered again. Mina takes notice and raises a brow, "You can't be serious, Arin."
"I—… Listen! I'm just… I'm not used to this—"
"Meaning something?" Mina asks, "Yeah, me neither."
"So… Should we…?"
"Let's just… Do what feels right. Right?"
"I can do that."
Pocket leans in, emboldened by the agreement to just feel their way through this. Their lips meet Mina's in a chaste, unsure peck. They hear Mina scoff before she presses her lips to theirs again. This time, the kiss is more than just a quick smooch. It's more akin to the heated makeout sessions they'd have in the darkened hallways of Pocket's family's estate during those flashy banquets their parents would host. Mina's red gloves splay against the fabric of their scarf, using it as leverage to pull them over to their sad excuse of a mattress.
Mina goes to sit down on the edge, like she'd usually do in their room back home, but she momentarily forgets how low this mattress is to the ground. The two of them topple to the ground, Pocket barely able to stop themself from crushing her beneath them. They meet her gaze, both their and Mina's eyes widen from the surprise of the fall, and the compromised position they wound up in. Only Pocket has the ability to blush now, though.
Not wanting Pocket to shy away again, Mina drapes her arms over their shoulders. She kisses them again, this time with a renewed fervor. She's gracious enough to undo the sash of her coat, letting it fall open. Pocket follows suit, taking their coat off before tossing it aside along with their scarf. They seem to understand Mina's hesitance to take her clothes off, so they don't pry. It's not like she has to anyway. They have the ease of access thanks to her dress.
They press a few kisses to her lips before trailing down to her chin, her jaw, her neck, and the small heart-shaped cut out on her chest. Mina closes her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her. She tilts her head back to allow them a better angle. When the kisses stop though, Mina opens her eyes again and finds Pocket staring up at her looking utterly dumbfounded.
"What? Why'd you stop?"
"N-nothing, it's just…" They pause for a moment, pursing their lips, "You… never made much noise before."
Mina pauses too, realizing she'd let herself slip. Back then, she was able to stifle any sounds she made. She hid her expressions behind magazines or in Pocket's pillows. She never let them see how crazy they drove her, never let them get too cocky.
"Yeah, well…" She says, beginning to conjure an excuse, "That was before I became a vampire, of course. I'm always… cold. And your lips are warm. You're warm. It feels nice."
Pocket seems to consider her response, then nods, "That makes sense." Suddenly Mina feels their palm on her thigh, gently but firmly coaxing her legs apart, "Here. I'll give you even more."
"W-wh… Oh!" Mina gasps as Pocket dips their head between her legs. The sensation of their warm tongue pressing to her chilled skin ignites something in her, and for the first time in 5 years, Mina realizes she's begun to feel.
She's been stagnant for so long— Emotionless, stiff, and disconnected. Even if she doesn't want to admit it, she's been lonely without Pocket.
It's not just the sex.
It's everything.
Pocket smiles against the meat of her thigh, teasingly nipping her skin, "Keep making those sounds, Mina." With their free hand, they push the hem of her dress up, "Just like that."
"Arin…" Mina sighs, "Er… I-I mean—"
"It's fine." They say quickly, "It is a bit awkward to moan out 'Pocket', huh?" Their hand comes to rest upon the junction between her legs, "And I intend," In one swift motion, they pull her panties to the side, "To make you scream my name."
Pocket buries their head between her legs, their tongue pressed flat to her folds— Making Mina cry out. They lick a long, languid stripe up her slit to start. When they go back for seconds, they use the tip of their tongue to delve into her properly.
The muscles in Mina's thighs tense, her hips raising off the mattress from the sensation she never realized she missed so much. Pocket's always been good with their tongue, but they must have taken all those times that Mina deprived them of any sign that they were to heart. The way they're lapping at her is far more intense than what she's used to… Then again it has been 5 long years.
They moan against her, emboldened by her sounds. They regard them as high praise, of course. It can't be easy to make the Mina Ha mewl like this from just a couple of kitten licks.
"Miss me that much, did you?" They tease pulling away for a moment— Only for Mina to tangle her gloved hand into their hair, pushing their nose into her mound with a surprised "Mmph!" from them.
"Shut up."
Pocket chuckles, "Shutting up."
They move to trace around the hood of her clit, not teasing the nub just yet. Mina lets them know they're doing a good job with a tug to their scalp. They close their eyes and let the soft intakes of Mina's breath guide them, "That good?" They ask with a hint of pride in their tone.
Mina squirms beneath the heat of their tongue, her hand gripping their hair as she grinds her hips against their mouth, "F-fuck… Arin…" She sighs out, her free hand palming at her breasts through the fabric of her dress, "So good…"
"That's high praise from you…" Once again, Mina silences them.
"Stop talking if you're so desperate to hear me."
Pocket just rolls their eyes.
They double their efforts, the tip of their tongue flicking against her pearl. When that's met with a croon of delight, they alternate between that and wrapping their lips around it with gentle sucks.
Mina's brows furrow, her head falling back against the mattress. Instinctively she wants to bite down on her lip to stifle her sounds, but… Pocket's earned hearing them, she thinks.
They shift their focus away from her clit— Earning a small whine from Mina before they fill the void with their right hand, their thumb rubbing small circles into her sensitive nub. Pocket can't help but smirk. They hook their other arm around Mina's thigh, adjusting her position so they can get easier access as they press the flat of their tongue against her entrance.
"Mm… God, Mina," They groan, their fingers digging deeper into her flesh.
Her breath hitches as their tongue delves between her folds, spreading her with a tug from their left thumb. They slide their tongue as deep as her body allows— Which isn't much, but it still feels exquisite to Mina's senses. All the while, their left thumb quickens it's pace. She can feel herself getting closer, especially when her hips jerk and the muscles in her calves begin to tighten.
She pulls Pocket's hair again, and they seem to understand her unspoken warning.
"You could use your words, Mina." They say, removing her hand from their hair and taking it into their own palm, "I thought you loved hearing yourself talk?" They tease with a kiss to her fingertips.
Mina rolls her eyes this time, "I'm doing you a favor, you know? Would you rather me take the orgasm and leave you blue-balled for the night?"
"How polite." Pocket muses. They lean back on their haunches, letting Mina's hand go so they can unbutton their pants.
Mina watches with rapt attention. She's never been so turned on that the mere act of watching someone disrobe excites her… Someone is kind of a broad term, though. Pocket's the only partner she's ever had…
Well.
Pocket, now— Arin, back then.
Somehow, they felt like two different people.
How embarrassing that she was the same Mina. Suddenly, the thought of an eternity like this was suffocating.
Pocket must have sensed the turmoil within her, perhaps from the way her brow furrowed or the distant look in her ruby red eyes. They lean over her body again, pressing their lips to hers.
Mina stiffens at first, but only because they caught her off guard. Her hands come up to rest on their shoulder blades. Her leg tangles around one of theirs and with just a bit of sleight of hand (or leg), she's able to flip them onto their back and straddle their hips.
They look up at her— Their eyes widened somewhat, only to soften seconds later.
Mina grins down at them, her fangs exposed to them for the first time. She titters, her palm splaying against their chest over their clothes. Right where she imagines the scar from the bullet would be, "Oh, Ariiiin~," She hums, caressing the skin of their neck, "You should see the look on your face. 5 years and you still get so flustered over having me in your lap?"
Pocket glances away, their brows knitting as they turn their head to the side, "Listen— It's… It's not like we were… 'together' for those 5 years. I mean, we were barely 'together' before then."
Both of them pause as the realization settles on them.
The failure of their engagement can't be blamed on either of them. But at the same time, they never tried to… "connect". Pocket's parents didn't particularly like each other— They don't think they ever heard either of them say 'I love you' to each other. Mina's parents spoiled her rotten, but was there ever genuine thought behind it? Or was it just because they'd been conditioned to avoid the wrath of the monster they created?
And the results of their upbringings? Two hopeless overgrown children with a warped sense of what 'love' really is.
… 'Love'?
No. What Mina and Pocket shared wasn't love. It couldn't be, not traditionally at least… And maybe it didn't need a label.
Maybe— Now that neither of them had to worry about their parents, a wedding, or unrealistic expectations. They could just… take all the time they needed to discover just what it was they really felt for eachother.
Mina purses her lips, noticing that Pocket seemed to take a moment to process their own words as well.
Their breath hitches as they're abruptly thrown back onto their train of thought by Mina. She rolls her hips against theirs with a soft laugh.
"At least someone's happy to see me again," She purrs, feeling the hardness between their legs, "Maybe a little too happy."
Pocket blushes again. A soft groan escapes them as they grind against Mina, desperate for friction, "Can you blame me? You were… so… so p-pretty…" They seem to hesitate as the word 'pretty' spills from their lips, as if it's painful for them to admit, "I was watching you… enjoy yourself and I just thought to myself, 'So this is what it looks like when she feels good, huh?'"
Mina hums, palming the tent in their pants, "Yeah… It did feel good." Her gloved fingers tug the waistband of their underwear down around their thighs, freeing their length, "You did good, Arin. Really good."
"You don't have to patronize me."
"I'm serious. It was good, Arin," She hooks her thumbs underneath the lace of her panties, rising from their lap for a moment to slip them off all the way, "It's always been good."
"Mina—"
Suddenly, they're chest to chest. Mina presses her forehead against Pocket's, their arms instinctively encircling her waist.
"I'm telling the truth, Arin. You don't have to believe me," Her lips ghost theirs, "I know you don't have a reason to."
Pocket's eyes meet Mina's… And a part of them wants to believe her. Part of them… is clinging to the hope that Mina is capable of changing— Growing… Feeling.
Trusting doesn't come easy to Pocket. Not since their 18th birthday. But Mina is different, somehow. She's stubborn, spoiled, and she's the type to say just about anything to get her way… But getting "her way" was never an issue when it came to their "relationship" (or lack thereof).
Even if they choose to believe her… What does that mean? For them? For her?
They decide not to dwell on the implications for now. Contemplating can come when they're not rock solid with their ex-fiancee on top of them.
Their hands slide down the back of her coat, settling to rest on her rear.
A smile curls on her lips, "Impatient?"
"Yeah. 5 years might do that to someone."
"Good to see you missed me too, Arin."
"We can talk about that later."
"Finally, something we can agree on."
Mina doesn't waste another second. She rises from Pocket's chest, holding the base of their shaft upright with one hand and lifting the skirt of her dress so Pocket can see where their bodies will meet with her other. They both shiver in tandem as she traces her slit with the tip of their arousal. Slowly, she positions them at her entrance and coaxes them inside.
They both gasp out each other's names, laced with equal amounts of need practically dripping from the syllables.
She sinks down, as far as their current position will allow. In true Mina fashion, she finds herself craving more.
So she moves.
Her hips rise until their almost free, then brings them back down around them. She repeats this motion a few more times as Pocket's hands alternate between her hips and her thighs.
It's still not enough.
She repositions herself so she can easily bounce on their lap. Pocket meets her halfway by driving their own hips upward into every downward motion.
Mina watches Pocket through her lashes, and they do the same for her. They watch with rapt attention, gaze flicking between her expression and the joining of their bodies. Mina notices their breath coming out in quiet pants.
The sound of skin meeting skin fills the air, the soft plaps adding to Mina's excitement.
"Arin…" She bites her bottom lip.
God, she wished they would have taken off their clothes. She wants to kiss their skin, wants to leave marks all over them so they remember this until they fade— Only for her to do it all over again. She'd done it before, when they were both students at Blackmore. She loved seeing Pocket scramble to hide those marks when someone took notice, blushing brightly when they were asked about them. When they'd stumble over their words trying to make up excuses, each one less convincing than the last.
She revels in the warmth she feels radiating from their body.
"N-not enough…" She sighs.
"Here." Pocket says, "Let me…"
Pocket changes their positions again, laying Mina back against the mattress with a gentleness that belies the nature of their relationship. Once again, Mina's so glad she can't blush.
They guide her leg around their waist as they press a kiss to her forehead. Now Mina's glad her heart can't beat— She knows it would be pounding in her ears.
A shiver runs up their spine as they're able to hilt inside her, earning another sound that's nothing short of erotic. Pocket moves, languid and slow thrusts to start. Their own lips part, a soft whimper spilling free. Their eyes focused solely on both their and Mina's lower halves.
Another kiss, this time to her lips. Mina cups their cheek with one hand, her thumb caressing their skin. They both part their lips at the same time to deepen the kiss, craving more. Pocket subtly quickens their thrusts, becoming a bit more shallow as they give into the desire that burns through their veins. They lift her backside off the mattress with one hand, holding themself steady with the other.
"Mi… Mina…" They gasp, sweat beginning to build in their hairline.
Mina brushes their hair back, keeping them close to her body. "You're… so warm, Arin." She lilts, her head tilting back.
Their head falls just beside hers, panting quietly while they continue to move inside her. Mina's panting too, soft little sounds of pleasure tumbling clumsily from her throat.
Pocket can feel their own pleasure burning low in their abdomen, a telltale sign of what's to come.
"Mina… I'm close… Not gonna last long." They grunt into her ear.
She moans in response, their gruff tone endlessly arousing to her, "I'm a vampire, Arin. It's fine if you— Oh!"
Their bring their hand to their lips, their tongue laving against their thumb before they trail down to Mina's clit. They rub tight, hurried circles into her— All the while, their own thrusts grow more erratic.
Mina lets out a guttural cry of ecstasy. Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels herself rapidly reaching her peak. "A-Arin—!" Her voice hitches in her throat. She clenches around Pocket's shaft, nails raking down their back. Pure bliss overtakes her, thighs squeezing around their hips.
Pocket growls as their own release coils tightly in their loins. They do their best to help Mina through her orgasm, but they're quickly losing themself.
"Fuck… Fuck, Mina, I— Mmgh!"
Their arousal throbs inside of her as the first few spurts of their come spills into her weeping core. They let out a shaky rasp against Mina's cheek. Their pace slows to a stop, releasing deep inside of her. When the shockwaves subside, they move just a few more times to ensure they've given her every drop.
Mina swallows hard, going limp beneath them. "Arin… God, that was…"
"Shh…" They whisper, kissing her lips again.
She doesn't protest, she only meets their lips with each kiss they give her.
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After a quick and well-earned clean up, Mina finds herself looking for reasons to possibly stay a bit longer.
When Pocket returns from the restroom, they look surprised to see Mina perched on their "bed" still. "You, uh…" They clear their throat, "You gonna go soon?" The second they say it, what looks to be regret clouds their expression, "I-I'm not saying you have to go or anything— I-it's just you didn't look too fond of the mattress and I don't know if you have somewhere to be or—"
"Pocket," Mina smiles, shaking her head, "Your face is red again." She rises from her place, "I get it. It would be awkward for you if I stay, huh? I'll just take my—"
"A-actually!" They blurt out, eyes widened as if they didn't intend to say it at all. They gulp and make their way over to Mina's side, "I… I'd like it. If you stayed, I mean… Just for tonight."
Mina's brows raise in feigned shock, "Really?" She says in an exaggerated tone, "I could go… I don't want to make this more trouble than it should be for you, Pocket." She steps closer, her lips a hairsbreadth away from theirs.
"Um…" They rub the back of their neck, their heart pounding so loud they fear Mina just might hear it, "It's no problem. Really. I… I want you to stay, Mina. Seriously."
Mina giggles, her eyes falling half-lid, "Oh, fine… You've convinced me." She makes a show out of sighing, stepping away from them to lie down on their bed.
Pocket simply stares at her for a while before she speaks up again.
"Hello? Are you going to sleep standing up or something?"
"Oh." They quickly take their place beside her, expecting her to roll over so her back faces them like she used to.
Instead, Mina curls up against their chest. She presses her ear over their beating heart, simply listening to the thrum it makes within their ribs.
Pocket's hands hover around her for a moment before they settle on her waist.
Neither of them sleep just yet. They just lay there tangled up in each other.
Pocket's the first to break the silence, "You know… If it's just us like this… You can call me 'Arin'. I don't mind."
"So intimate~" Mina titters teasingly, "I'll keep that in mind. Pocket's going to take some getting used to anyway." She then raises her head, looking up at them incredulously, "Waaait… Does that mean you..." She exaggerates a gasp, "Does that mean you want to be seen in public with me, Arin?"
"Don't push it." They warn with an exasperated sigh, "Just… Get some sleep, okay?"
"Vampires are nocturnal, dumbass."
"Right… So you're just gonna stare at me while I sleep?"
"Maybe. Maybe I'll have a little nibble while you're out."
A shiver runs up their spine at the thought, "Please don't."
"You won't be awake to stop me. C'mon, it doesn't hurt. Lots of people have told me it's even a bit euphoric."
"No thanks."
Mina pouts her bottom lip, "Meanie."
"Yep. I'm the worst."
They pull her closer, resting their chin on her head. "You never let me hold you like this before."
Mina doesn't respond. She knows no matter what she says, it's just going to open up another can of worms. There's things swirling inside of her that she isn't quite ready to acknowledge yet… Even if those seeds were planted 6 years ago, she still hasn't found a way to process them.
Unbeknownst to her, Pocket feels it too. It threatens to consume them, but they can't let it. They know they can't get comfortable, no matter how badly they want to.
So for now, the two of them silently resolve to accept this for what it is on the surface.
No expectations, no commitment, and nothing but each other.