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

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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