callmeles | The (un)Holy Trinity (with Inframundo)

"Oh very patient," she agreed before laughing. "When you want to be patient." Not that she was any better, let's be honest here. She was just as bad.

Piper stared at him for a long moment and tilted her head in acknowledgment. "I know," she agreed. "And you're right, of course. It's simply not how we have handled things in the past. Not that we've had a reason to do so before. This has changed everything. Rushing into it wouldn't help."

She should have realized though that of course he would be in full agreement with the plan. He and Ben were vampires and obviously despite hanging out with two 'Chosen One' witches, they had a past.

"Agreed," she said and leaned in to kiss him, knowing he was just as worried about Jordan as the rest of them were.

There was no other choice, they had to be okay. Then they could start planning.

"That is very much the keyword," he says, nodding slightly in agreement. "When I want. As it should be. Though I mean it. I want you alive for a very long time, and not laying in a coma not sure if you'll wake up or not."

It's been a rough lesson and one they apparently needed the reminder of.

"I want you safe. I want them safe. They've used our ways against us. They knew we would rush in and this is the result. I don't want to see it happen again."

His hand cups the back of her neck, fingers tangling into the silken strands with a soft sigh as he kisses her back.

"I don't like feeling this way, or being in this position. Not for me or any of us. You know that." He pauses before adding. "Right?"

"I can assure you, the last thing I want is to be laying in a coma somewhere or gone before I'm ancient by anyone's standards," Piper assured him. "I want you around for a very long time too."

Piper sighed into that kiss and deepened it, sliding her fingers into his hair before slowly pulling back. "We'll start re-training once you're back to full strength and Jordan is up and around." Knowing the other woman as well as she did, she had no doubt that Jordan would be in agreement. "Take them by surprise if they try to pull something like this again."

"I know and I don't like it any more than you do, David. We'll protect our family. We have a few months left until she's twenty-one and then we won't have to worry as much. But, in the meantime, if you have ideas of how to best proceed, I'm all ears and I know Ben will feel the same way."

"Good. We're both fighters and we're not going to let our fates be anything but then," he assures her, and there's a fierceness to his tones that proves he means it. He has lived a while but, for him, it's only a beginning and he doesn't plan on spending it alone. Nor does he plan on spending it without her.

"I think we're going to do some research and hit them with some things people haven't seen in a few centuries maybe. If they're going to be this blatant, it's time we fight fire with fire," he says, not that he doesn't think they have been but this was on a whole new level.

"I just want to make sure we get here there, and in one piece and sane," he says with a sound that could well be a sigh. "My ideas are pulling from hellfire and necromancing but I suppose I can drawback from that if you want."

He might be teasing. He very well might not be. He may be making things up.

She nodded in agreement and slid her hand over his cheek. "Won't have it any other way." Piper knew one thing for certain and that was, she had no desire to go through this long life ahead without him by her side.

Her mouth curled up. "We did try the nice guy bit for a while but now, we can't afford to take chances. Fight fire with fire." Whether Jordan would go for it was up for debate but for now... they could start thinking and planning.

"Oh hellfire and necromancy, huh? That's all," she asked with a laugh, her eyes sparkling in amusement. "Will that involve zombies somehow because I may have to draw the line at zombies. Fresh brains can be hard to come by, you know."

And that's the thing. It's why they're here, why he will do all he can. Because he wouldn't have it any other way either, but also because she's there and he knows it.

He nods though at that. It's another reason why they work so well together, and why she's important to him. Finding someone that can match him in passion and skills is not easy but she does that and more. "Literal fire if we have to."

And he means it. He'll burn cities to the ground if he has to.

He laughs though. "Not my fault so many humans go about without them. No, I was thinking more haunting vengeful spirits. Less brains, less rot."

"Then it's a good thing I'm pretty handy with fire," she muses, not turned off by the idea and knowing a lot of it was the anger and upset she felt. But, as he said, she would focus and plan - not rush.

Her mouth twists up. "A lot of humans do," she agrees, nodding. "Ah, now that I can do. Much cleaner and less smell."

Despite her overly confident nature, there were times when she wonders and sometimes doubts that she keeps up with him as much as she wants. But then she remembers how far they came since falling back in time during that spring break and he was still here.

"Do you need anything? Blood? Water? Both?"

"It is one of your sexiest attributes," he admits, and meaning it. Her mind and her magic were the most amazing things about her, even if her body was amazing as well.

He loves they agree on this as well. The lack of zombies, maybe teaching, but not so much about spirit hauntings.

He blinks at that, sighing softly. Age and practice means he can control a lot but that doesn't change the actual need.

"Probably both," he admits. "But I can wait a bit more if we want."

He knows he can manage to control himself most of the time, even after all they've been through. Age did grant him a few things, after all.

"I'm glad you agree because I consider it one of my top attributes too," she smirks as she slides her thumb over his bottom lip.

She watches him sigh and lifts her head from the pillow to look at him, propping herself up on her elbow.

"Hey, you just woke up after being out for a week. After a nasty fight, might I add. I'd be more surprised if you didn't need anything... I know Ben gave you some..." She pauses. "You can bite me if you don't want to move. I trust you."

It wouldn't be the first time.

"I just want to make sure that you get what you may need instead of just being glad that you're awake and here. Taking care of you, instead of you taking care of me on the occasions I get hurt.

Edited (crap. I realized this originally came across as probably too god-moddy so I changed it. I'm so sorry!) 2023-02-19 02:36 (UTC)

She's amazing magical, talented, and how could he not love those abilities that he's not seen in others. More than that, that he wouldn't care about in others.

He suspects this is where she is going, that of course she would make the offer to try and do what she can for him. Even if it's offering herself in that way.

A way that he can't help but want, a desire he definitely has. Especially when it's her. Just the scent of her is enough to already make him ache for this, and now even more in knowing she's willing to let him.

"Is that what you really want me to do?"

He draws her in closer, nuzzling at the curve of her jaw.

"Because you know, telling you now isn't easy."

Piper watches him as he takes in her offer. Blood was blood at the end of the day but it was possible that her blood was a little more potent due to who/what she was. Regardless if it was or not, if it helps him then she was going to do it.

It was also equally possible that she likes it a little more than she was willing to say out loud.

She moves in closer and exhales a soft breath as he nuzzles her jaw.

"If it will help then yeah, it's what I want," she says softly and slips her hand to the back of his neck and into his hair.

"I'll have to keep that in mind in the future," she teases with a smile.

He isn't sure how different her blood might be but that she's offering is something else entirely. There's other options but then, at the end of the day, she's offering him this and it means a lot.

That sound she makes though, during the talk they're having, says a lot to him and he's curious of where things might go from there.

"No using my honesty against me," he teases, his mouth trailing small kisses along the spot beneath her hear and then down along her throat until his mouth brushes against the pulse of her throat. "Last chance," he murmurs against her skin with teasing kisses.

The one or two times that he's bitten her before had felt nothing like she had thought or feared. And while, yes, his bites have felt nothing short of euphoric, it wasn't solely that.

It was him - the entire package.

With him, she always seems to have a higher sex drive and she certainly couldn't complain about that too much! But that wasn't why she offers herself like this to him, it was because she truly wants to help him.

She laughs at his comment and hums softly. "No promises," she teases in return, closing her eyes a little as she settles in.

"Bite," Piper murmurs, tightening her hand in his hair.

His arms wrap around her, gathering her in close. He nuzzles tenderly at the line of her jaw, kissing tenderly beneath her ear with a soft sound of pleasure and delight.

"If you insist."

There's no hesitation in letting the euphoria wash over her with a groan as his lips brush the pulse of her throat.

And then he strikes.

It's quick and sharp, no hesitation as he moves with the predatory nature of the creature he is and lets that first rush of blood slide over his tongue.

Nearly a week ago, she couldn't have said that they would be here like this - him awake and holding her, kissing her neck... She had been so worried that she'd never feel this again.

Now, she was going to rest better knowing he was okay. That they were all going to be okay and come out of this stronger than before.

All of those thoughts come to a stop when she feels the euphoria wash over her, causing her to close her eyes and tighten her hand in his hair. She groans low as she presses in as close as she can to him, feeling his sharp teeth.

she was less likely to let just anyone else bite her as she was letting David. But it was him and that made the difference.

Fuck.

Edited (i shouldn't tag late at night when my brain is in sleepy town... ) 2023-03-08 13:27 (UTC)

Blood at all in that moment is needed and ached for. The taste of her blood though is something else entirely. He has thought about it before now, wanting it again, but there's been this fine line.

Now there's no holding back.

His arms wrap around her tightly, drawing her in closer as he shifts, half rolling against her as he bears her back against the hospital bed. Drawing at the wounds, letting the blood wash over his tongue with a groan that is predatory and animalistic and shows just how much that taste alone turns him inside out.

Feeling the pleasure, the euphoria, and the need of it all was like a calling and he never wanted to let it go.

Biting was something that she and Jordan had discussed a couple of times, briefly. Both were in agreement that they weren't as put off by it as they had initially thought. Course, she figured, it was part of being with a vampire and falling in love with said vampire.

It was, admittedly, something she'd thought about a few times since the last time but she'd never been sure how to bring it up before.

Now, there would be no denying or hiding it. Not when she was sure he could tell how this affected her.

Not only that but there was no doubt in her mind that he liked it too.

Piper felt her back hit their bed and moaned low as the pleasure slid through her body, her hand clenched tightly in his hair. "David," she murmured, her voice huskier as she arches up to press against him. She did not want this to stop just yet.

The taste of her blood, the heat of that supple form pressed closer to him, and then the sounds she makes are intoxicating. Not that long before whether he was going to live or not was touch and go and now he's remembering what its like to truly live.

Especially with the woman he loves.

Shifting over her, his mouth working against the wounds, drawing in not only the blood but her energy. Letting it revitalize him and remind him of while he will always fight against death. Because of his life. Because of her.

Slowing a bit, lapping at the wounds. Not wanting to take too much and yet needing to hear more from her, loving those sounds and how they make him feel.

While her hand remains tangled in his hair, her other grips his shoulder with a moan, her eyes closing. Maybe later, she'll be a little embarrassed by her reaction to this but right then, that emotion is nowhere to be seen. Especially as the euphoria and pleasure continue to slide down her spine and heightens the way her body feels in response.

"You can take as much as you need," she murmurs, licking at her bottom lip when she feels him slow a bit. At that point, she didn't care. She was just glad he was here, with her still. The one that she loved beyond anyone she's ever been with. What she would have done without him, if they'd lost him - she wasn't sure. At the end of the day, she'd heal and be okay in no time herself so a little bit of blood was nothing.

Despite herself, her hips up to press against his harder body, seeking some kind of friction and pressure. "Anytime you want..." she trails off with another soft sound, before biting down on her bottom lip.

It's like there's a need to grab hold of this and not let go. Not just the taste of her blood but the way she reacts to him. No matter how close someone had come, he was alive. They had made it, and this is part of clinging to life.

Yet it isn't just that. It's being with her. It's this beautiful, powerful witch who is there with him, laying close to him and offering him so much more than just her blood. Her company. Her desires to plot the things he needs now. And her willingness to give him so much.

"I know I can," he murmurs, nuzzling at the wounds, groaning at the scent of her, the blood on his lips. "I also know if I want you to keep making those sounds, I want it to be because I brought them out of you and not the venom of the bite," he admits, a low and rumbling voice as he shifts to grind against her, his hand skimming along her side.

The moment Jordan and David were attacked, life changed and right then, she wasn't going to regret wherever these choices took them down the line.

Piper moans low as he grinds against her and bites down on her bottom lip. "Mm, I would like that too," she agrees, pressing her hips up against him while clenching his shirt in her hand.

Bite or no bite, he'd always had the ability to bring out this other side of her. Another time, she would also remember that he brought out another side of her previous life too but the last thing she needed to think about was Sionnach. Not when his hard body was pressed so close to her and his voice was low and rumbly like that.

Even as long lived as he is, there is a desire to grab hold of life and remind yourself that you're still part of it when you've had a brush with death. A desire to ensure to yourself that you made it and that everything is going to be okay. That you lived to fight another day, and they will fight. Someone would answer for this, but today isn't about revenge. It's about one another.

"Good," he murmurs, nuzzling along her collarbone, even as his hands move to start drawing up her shirt to slide his hand along her stomach and up to brush over one breast. "I'd hate to have to stop now."

Even as he chuckles, dragging fangs against her skin in a teasing touch without a bite.

There wasn't a single doubt in her mind that once everyone was back to normal healthwise, they would start planning. And while she had definitely wanted this to go to this point because she was shameless when it came to him, her motivation all along was to help him.

This - feeling his body pressed against hers, his hand on her breast, and his hard length... was an added bonus. Fuck, she loved him and had for fucking years. She arches into his hand on her breast with a low sound.

"I would really hate for you to stop too," she murmurs with a low moan and tugs his shirt up with both hands so she can pull it off him. "Never would have thought I'd like the feel of your fangs before you." But apparently, she had a thing for that hint of pain and pleasure.

Every part of him fairly thrums with desire and control. Keeping himself from letting go, from ravaging her instead of ravishing her. It would be so easy to take but what he wants to give her is sharing. Always shared between them and not unbalanced. Not if he can find the control and the care.

Ducking out of his shirt and then kissing and nipping at her neck. Careful, catching the skin and cutting it. He groans as his tongue laps over the cut, gathering up the taste of her blood with a low, wicked sound of desire. Not enough to sate him, or even to heal him, but it's enough to remind him of how special this is between them.

"I always want it to be something you want. Something you need like I need you," he whispers against the cut on her skin.

A soft hiss and moan escape her lips as he nips at her neck, drawing blood. The low sounds coming from him and the way he fits next to her and over her heightens her own desire. She can feel the want and desire course through her, wanting it all right now but she also wanted to savor this.

"You are what I want and need," she whispers, her nails pressing into his back. "And these bites of yours are something I want and need as well." Because she liked giving this to him - something of her that she wouldn't share with just anyone else.

"I love you and -," she closes her eyes tightly before opening them again. "I always need you." She was not going to think about how close she had been to losing him. Not right now.

She slides a hand from his back to his neck and into his hair, urging his mouth back to hers so she can kiss him deeply.

It would be so easy to take everything. To take her, let it be a whirlwind of lust and desire. It's taking every hint of his control to show her how important she is in this moment that he doesn't let that be what he does.

"Good. You're mine. Now. Always."

They'd nearly lost one another, suffered that of one of them going on without the other. He wants to assure her that's the past and they hadn't been taken from one another.

Drawing back, he cups her neck as he kisses her. Hard. Deep. Showing her how much he loves her, murmuring softly against her mouth.

"I love you. I need you. Mine."

Piper looks up at him with darkening eyes. Regardless of how independent she was, she always did have a thing for when he called her his. And now, after everything they'd been through this week, she especially didn't mind it.

"Yours. Always," she says, cupping his cheek. "And you're mine. Always."

And she'd be damned if she let him go anytime soon.

With a low moan, she returns the hard and deep kiss, scratching at his back as she presses up against him.

"I love you and need you," she murmurs against his mouth, nibbling on his bottom lip with a low sound. Her hands trail from his face and back down to the small of his back.

The (un)Holy Trinity (with Inframundo)

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