Desire [cw]

Date | 3rd of February
Time | late evening
Weather | Cold and stormy
Place | Norah’s place
Attire | Outfit

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It was now two days since she had felt immense pain forcing its way through her body. Two days where she had been lying on the ground screaming as if she was dying from the pain. It had felt like it, the feel of something had snapped her neck and should have killed her. But it didn’t, not quite. How she had been fracted to Primrose and she had annulled the bond she had to Leigh.
Two days had gone by, and she hadn’t heard from Leigh, at all. To where she had end up thinking – fuck that. She wasn’t going to text him or stick around for him to come and look to her. No, she was going to enjoy that she was a beautiful young-looking woman.
She had gone to Elysian Casino. River hadn’t been there, for reasons she didn’t care about. She had instead found a very interesting warlock that had chatted her up, bought her drinks and paid her his undivided attention throughout the afternoon. So, in the end she had decided to bring him back home. For the hell of it. The taxi ride to her place had been frisky and given her a good imagination on what was going to transpire as soon as they went through the door to her place.
They had just gone through the door as their lips connected. Now, it was nowhere as good of a kiss as Leigh had given her. But, oh well. He wasn’t here, now was he.
His hands travelled up her thighs and under the dress. Nibbling her neck making her gasp from pleasure as they quickly found what they had sought after.
Leading into the living room, they fell into the couch and started to get clothes off eachother.

Leigh was in the middle of testing a substance on a very tired shapeshifter who had been tied to a bed. He was humming to himself as he let the syringe inter the vein and slowly injected the substance. As he was almost done, he noticed how the shapeshifter was being forced into its animal shape. He pulled the syringe out and started writing down on paper what he observed. Screaming. Gasping. Clearly trying to fight it. Silence for a moment. Begging. Not for mercy, but for more. He pulled a sick smile as he pulled up more of the substance in a new syringe. As he took the syringe out, the shapeshifter tried to tackle him, but not out of anger. No, the shapeshifter wanted the bottle with the substance. In a little surprise, he crushed the bottle. The glass cut his hand multiple places, which made the blood and substance run down along his arm. His arm was soaked. He sighed. The shapeshifter then started to lick his arm, like a maniac.


With a quick movement of his arm, the shapeshifter was tossed across the room and knocked out. “Shit!” he yelled and threw the glass shards in his hand onto the floor together with the residue substance from his experiment. He walked out the testing room and directly into hos office. He quickly washed his hands before he went and put on his coat. “I’m off,” he hissed, clearly pissed. He then quickly ran off out to his car and with that he drove out to Norah.

He parked his car right in front of where she lived and as he got out, he could simply smell the other man who had followed her. He could even hear how things seemed to be getting hot on the other side of the slightly open front door. Therefore, it didn’t take more than a second before he had pushed the door open and entered her home. It was easy to know where they were. They hadn’t even gotten that far. Fucking hell. Now, he wasn’t just going to jump into their faces yet. He just slowly approached them while they seemed to be so occupied with each other and when he got close enough, he narrowed his eyes a little. “What the hell is going on here?” he growled.

She didn’t care much about how it would seem to other people. After she had gotten her heart broken at such a young age, she had thrown herself into situations where she had pushed the limit. Joined the army, got thrown out. Helped get rid of a Queen and put a new king on the country’s throne. Joined the army again. Help found the BAU at FBI. Join Interpol. Become a spy. That was only a short span of the things she had done. So, sleeping with a man she had only just met, seemed so trivial. But she needed to closeness. Hating to sleep alone in her bed, how she woke up after horrible dreams. Heart beating, palms sweating. Feeling like she was having a stroke. This was just another kind of medicine.
A moan left her as his fingers found her. Head back. Back arched. Dishevelled hair.
Then a voice and a pull that she knew all to well. Her bright blue eyes opened slowly, looking at him; slightly hooded. Leigh. Interesting as he came now, almost as if he had known. “A little late to come asking that, don’t you think?” her voice heavy from passion. The man between her legs tried to move away from her. Her fingers glided over her lips as she spoke a few words. The man stopped leaning towards her kissing her neck. She arched her brow. “Unless you want to join, how about you leave?” she told him.

“What?” he hissed as she mentioned it was a little late to come asking that. Now, Leigh wouldn’t really say that he was on love with Norah, but he did feel how he was somehow connected to her, though he didn’t know of how she had broken the bond, though the way she was being with this mand, it really seemed like she had broken it off. She asked him to join…? Now, had it been any other… Wait no, he wasn’t the person to share his ladies. Had it been a woman, he might’ve agreed.
Leigh leaned a little down and grabbed the warlock by his neck and pulled him away from Norah. Some might even believe the Warlock could fly. He then leaned down and grabbed Norah around the throat and pulled her up in a sitting position. “You already know how this will end,” he sneered of her, before he let go of her and turned to the warlock. “You fucking prick,” he hissed, simply starting off with making the blood flow in his lower region lessen. He didn’t need an erection to face Leigh.

Oh, how she loved that expression on his face. It only made the whole thing even more pleasurable. She winked at him, but before she could react, he pulled off the warlock. “Hey!” she said almost like a child that had just gotten their toy taken away from them. Her swallow breath gave her away, as she let her big eyes lock with his as his hand found her throat and pulled her up sitting. A twisted smile formed over her lips. “Do I now?” she hummed scrunching her nose. Swallowing the spit in her throat, even though it was hard while his hand was around her neck. He let her go again, turning towards the Warlock that with a grunt got up from the ground. Clearly drunk and disoriented. Who wouldn’t be if a vampire just had sent you flying through a room? Only lit up by the streetlights from the outside.
“What?” he asked, turning his eyes towards the other man “come on, I didn’t know she was yours, I just wanted someone easy to fuck around with” Norah titled her head “That’s not very nice to say to a lady” she hummed with a melodic voice. He laughed a little “more like a whore” Norah rolled her eyes, letting out an exaggerated sigh. Now that wasn’t very nice either now, was it? At this point she truly didn’t care what happened to him.
With another elegant movement with her fingers, the shadow behind the warlock started to move. Before he was able to react it slid his throat. “How tedious” she mumbled, getting up from the couch. Then the shadow swallowed the body and the only evidence of something had happened was the blood on the floor. “Now, you know where the door is” she told Leigh as she moved past him to go upstairs and get a bath.

Norah certainly acted like a child the way she almost wailed as he took her boytoy away from her and how she teased him with how she might not be knowing how it would end. Now, Leigh might not be knowing the middle, but he for sure knew the beginning and the end of this, questions simply was whether Norah was approving of it.
The drunk warlock got up and complained that he didn’t know if she was his. He almost said it as if Leigh was supposed to know him. First of all, the warlock knew about the mark, and should know that the name on the collarbone was a hands-off sign. Or at least according to Leigh. His property. “What did you say?” Leigh hissed. He only agreed of what Norah said. No one should talk to any woman like that. The warlock changed his mind for the worse. A whore. Now that was the last drop, even though Leigh had decided to kill the guy as soon as he had smelled him. Leigh was about to make his head explode when he noticed how the neck was slit. Leigh sighed, tensing his jaw a little. Why did she have to ruin his fun?
She got up from the couch and the body disappeared. She reminded him of where the door was and was about to pass him. He grabbed onto her arm, “Oh, yes I do,” he growled and pulled her closer. Within a moment, he had pulled her to the door. It slammed as he pressed her up against it. He carried her to get her up in a height that was to work with. Now, Leigh was not going to wait on her consent and therefore simply pressed his lips against hers filled with greed.

A small yelp left her lips as his hand grabbed her arm. Now she should have known, even though they hadn’t known each other that long. It was still three months since they had met each other. She had let him come and go as he pleased, not really caring all that much about what he did with his time. He had showed her just what they really did underneath the front building they used to make people believe they were a god to honest operation that just produced medicine that would be better for the supernatural species. Focusing on their abilities and such. Now, that wasn’t really possible without having test subjects. So, she had been rather fascinated with walking around seeing how they did it. Even knowing that most of them weren’t there by their own free will.  
No, they weren’t in love or lovers. They were bond by fate. They had found each other, and she had even grown fond of him. Catching herself in hoping he would come over so she would sleep better at night. But no; for the love of God she; she wasn’t in love; no.
A groan left her as his back was slammed up against the door. Now it wasn’t because she didn’t feel the effect of it being his name on her collarbone. But she was still mad at him. So, when he kissed her, she tried to push him away. Far enough so she could slap him across his face. “Get off me, now” she hissed at him, she wasn’t ready to just give him what he wanted, now that he had finally gotten his shit together and showed up.

She tried to push him away, which didn’t go very well, but eventually he moved a little for her, remembering she needed air. But he received a slap across his face. It stung. He looked back at her, even though his head hadn’t turned that far. “Oh, did I ruin the mood when I took you unrespectful boytoy away?” he wondered keeping his eyes on her. He pressed himself a little closer to her and let the hand from her shoulder find her throat. His eyes shortly hovered over her lips before let completely go of her so she could get back down on her feet, or maybe even knees. “How did you do it?” he hissed. He could smell it on her that her blood had changed a little for him. How had she broken the bond?

At this point of time, she wanted to show him just how powerful she could be. She might not be as old as some of her other siblings. But her father’s blood still ran in her veins. Magic came easy to her, as did her control over the darkness around them. Thought he could just stay away after he had gotten the beating, he had got, not even thinking about what it had put her through as well. Maybe one could ask her, why she hadn’t contacted him when she knew that he had gotten hurt. But here he was, all good and well. Her head leaned back, pressing the back of her head against the door. Eyes narrowed as. His hand found her throat. Almost daring him to do it. But he didn’t, he let her go instead. Her reflexes weren’t as good as his, so her knees hit the floor, making her kneel in front of him. Turning her head upwards she licked her lips. A wicked smile formed over her lips. “I have connections” she purred back “If I wanted to, I could make your name disappear from my collarbone all together, now what is that for a magic trick, hmm?” her voice was low and sensual, slowly blinking with her eyes.

He made sure she had space enough to fall to her knees. He noticed how a wicked smile was on her lips as she looked at him. This woman was certainly something for herself. Just like him. She even went so far to tell him that she could make his name disappear from her collarbone all together. He kneeled down to her and let his hand find her jaw. “But you haven’t done that,” he said softly, almost hinting at the fact that she actually liked him. Wanted him back. She had just feared her death too much. If she didn’t want to have Leigh hanging around, she would know she could just get it removed, so why hadn’t she done it? “Did it scare you?” he spoke softly – one would believe he cared… He did, but he wouldn’t admit to it. “-Death?” he said, almost as if he was making sure she knew what he was speaking of, even though he might’ve hoped that she had feared the fact that he would die. Not the fact that she would or feared the pain, but just him, not being there at all.

Her eyes, slightly narrowed, look at him as he kneeled down in front of her. Now she was still mad and wasn’t going to give him what he wanted. What they both wanted. So easy. No, she hadn’t gotten it removed. Because she knew how much energy it took from her father. She also had to believe there was a reason why he was her mate. Someone had to be right for her, even an idiot like him. The smile disappeared when he asked if it scared her. It hadn’t, but it had scared her family. They had brought her to Prim and gotten it annulled.
She shook her head, “No; why do you think I got you to reject me?” she asked, raising her brow a little. “I know death is just around the corner for me, sooner or later” even though she was getting tired of waiting. Hopefully it would come soon, so she could leave this miserable place behind. Funny, how she almost in the same minute hoped that Leigh was really the one for her. Because she needed it in her life. Someone. And the next thought about how she didn’t want to live anymore.
She leaned closer towards him, almost hinting that she was going to kiss him. But before they connected, she moved her lips towards his ear. “Now, are you going to leave or what?” she hummed.

He narrowed his eyes a little as she replied that it hadn’t scared her. She even reminded him that she had gotten him to reject her, but the again, she hadn’t really gotten him to do it, because he had just been so off because he had been rejected by his mother. Now, compared to the fact that his mother hadn’t completely rejected him this time, but on the other hand had her childhood friend stand up and tell him no, well, that something different. Leigh knew that he probably shouldn’t be going to Letha for a while. At least not while she was with her childhood friend. “Death awaits us all, Hanna,” he said a little sternly. Just because death awaited someone, it didn’t mean that one should waste their life or simply not fight for their survival.
She leaned closer to him, almost as if they weren’t in the middle of something. She put her lips close to his ear. He turned his head a little towards her after she had spoken. “Do you really want me to leave?” he asked, and compared to her, he let his lips kiss her just underneath her earlobe, and if she wasn’t going to pull away he would continue down her neck.

It was true, death was waiting for them all. But she had gotten a timeline, a year. She was already past it, which of course had gotten her thinking that it had just been a very evil parting gift King had given her. At this point she just felt like her life wasn’t all that worth living anymore. Maybe it all came down to the fact that she had lost her familiar. A companion she had since she had been fourteen years old. It had come as soon as she had been able to access magic. He had been her friend, her one true friend. And when they had killed him, it had felt like someone had ripped a piece of her sanity and soul out of her. She was suffering, and she wanted it to end.  
When he asked if she really wanted him to leave, for a moment she sat still while she felt his lips find her skin. Now, it wasn’t because she didn’t find it pleasurable. She did, very much so. “I’m still mad at you” she huffed and rather abruptly she got up on her feet, brushing down the skirt of her dress and moved so she could go to the kitchen.

At first, she didn’t say a thing, and it comforted him. She could simply say yes, and he would accept it, or at least that was what he believed he would do. Sometimes he didn’t even follow his own head. She explained that she was still mad at him, and she got up. It made him lick his lips a little before he bit his lower lip. She didn’t want him to leave. She left after she had brushed the skirt of her dress a little. She walked past him, and he didn’t wait long to get up and follow the petite figure. Oh, he could just eat her right up. Precious little bean in her pretty little dress. “I’m sorry,” he said with a voice that was clear and rung in the apartment. There was no way she couldn’t hear it unless it of course had been a new moon. He followed her into the kitchen. “I’m not really used to think about someone else right after such an attack,” he said. If he got close enough, he would let his arms snake around her and make her stop walking away from him. He didn’t mind leaning down to let his arms cross over her torso. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to you as soon as I was conscious,” he would say with a low voice. “If it ever happens again, I’ll be sure to find you immediately,” he said, “I promise,” he added and would place a little kiss against her cheekbone. All of this things he said would almost seem a little too good, because he never apologized and he never promised something he couldn't keep. But just that, could make someone believe, that maybe he was indeed speaking the truth?

Now she didn’t believe that he was truly sorry. But it was still something that he even said it, because he normally never apologised for anything. So, now was the question. Did he say it sorely with the purpose of getting her on his good side? That she wouldn’t leave him, and get his name removed. Or did he actually mean it. He had followed her into the kitchen, as she had pulled down a wine glass and started pouring some red wine in it.
Listing to all the words he told her, she didn’t move from the counter, and started taking a sip from it as his head folded around her waist. Feeling how he almost loamed over her, because of their height difference. What really wasn’t fair, was just how his voice close to her ear made her feel. She took another sip from her wine as he promised her that if it ever happened again, he would find her immediately. “You’re the worst” she hummed but didn’t move out of his arms or made an attempt to do so.

She didn’t move out of his arms, but stayed, pouring, and drinking wine. You’re the worst. It made a small smile appear on his lips. “I’m quite certain that I never said I was the best,” he allowed himself to tease. He let his arms slowly untangle from her, and let his hands grab onto her waist. His breath was a little heavy, even though he didn’t have to breathe at all. “I wasn’t meant to get into trouble,” he whispered to her a little sensually. He let his hands slowly glide down her hips. “I’ll be good to you,” he continued to whisper with the same tension. If his long arms could reach, he would get his hands underneath the skirt of her dress and slowly run his hands up her thighs, slowly sliding between them.

She let out a small snort. There were some things that he thought himself best at, she was quite sure of that. But she didn’t let the remark leave her lips. No, she was much more occupied with his hands and how he was breathing. It did something to her. But being a master at concealing nervosity, she managed to calm herself down to a point where her heart didn’t beat much faster than it had done before. Sipping the glass of wine, almost unbothered with what he was doing. “Mmhm” she hummed when he told her that he hadn’t meant to get into trouble. “So, what did you do?” she asked, just before he told her that he would be good to her. Still not moving from her position as his hands had found their way underneath her dress. The cold hands against her warm skin. “Oh, will you know?” she asked, impressed by herself how she kept her voice under control.

Certainly, there was some things that Leigh believed that he was better at than so many others – which was also one of the reasons why Fenris liked to piss him off every now and then. She seemed quite unbothered by his movements, but he didn’t let it fool him too easily. He knew she still had the mark on her collarbone and knew that she would feel a pleasurable feeling through her body when he touched her. No matter how she would twist and turn it, he had her where he wanted her.
What did he do to get in trouble? “I visited someone… The significant other didn’t like me…” He grabbed onto her inner thigh and kissed her neck gently. A guttural hum left him as a response to if he was going to be good to her. “Don’t you think I’ve been good to you?” he replied to her question with another question. If there was something she didn’t feel was good, she certainly had to speak up now.

That sounded awfully vague, he had to have done something incredibly stupid as it wasn’t just a beating he had gotten. He had been gotten his bones broken, and she would have guessed the last thing that had happened had been his neck being snapped. She had never quite felt a pain like that. Well, it wasn’t entirely true. She had gone through the death of her familiar. But she didn’t ask him any further questions. As Norah needed her full focus on not letting him know just how much she liked what he was doing to her. Almost letting a gasp leave her, as his grabbed around her inner thigh and kissed her neck. But she managed to hold back. Turning her head looking at him, while she took another sip from the wine. “What do you think?” she answered his question with a new question.

He could almost hear how she was keeping herself in check. She was a little tense, but so little that most could’ve been fooled. Maybe she just needed a little massage? She took another sip of her wine, almost to escape what pleasure he was dealing her already. A smirk spread on his lips as she asked what he thought of how he treated her. Another guttural hum left him. One hand slid to her outer thigh and caressed the curves of her back end. Almost exploring it with delicate, and a little greedy, touch. “I think… You’re trying to hold back… Hoping I’m going to second guess myself,” he said and let the hand on her inner thigh run teasingly over her thin underwear. “Because what I do to you isn’t just good or fantastic…” He slowly slid his fingers underneath her panties, right by her hip. Slowly, he moved his hand closer to her private area. “What I do to you…” he his breath was still slightly heavy. “Is all… That you could ever… Dream off,” While he spoke, he let his fingers run closer to her slick folds before they finally found her center and his thumb caressed the sweet pleasure knot on top.

“Oh, do you know?” she asked him, looking at him with slightly narrowed eyes, letting the glass glide over her lips while she watched him. Once again, she did everything to not let her secret spill, of how heat was pulling between her legs and making her more than ready for him. Of course, he could smell it. So, in that area there were no contest really. She could always blame it on the fact that she had been hot and heavy with the person that he had interrupted her with. But they both knew that it wasn’t the case.
She closed her eyes when his fingers glided into her most intimate parts. But instead of saying anything she looked straight into his eyes and took another sip of her wine. Pulling the glass away she let her tongue glide over her lips, catching the last of the wine before placed it on the counter. With a small flicker of her fingers, chains grabbed Leigh’s wrist and pulled him away from her. Blinking a little she titled her head she used the shadows to lift her higher than him, grabbing his chin tilting it towards her. “Maybe I don’t have dreams, maybe I only have nightmares?” she whispered, before placing her on the counter of the kitchen. With a tug she pulled him towards her still with chains holding his wrist, so his arms were forced down his body. She took of her panties, and then she placed a foot against his shoulder. “Kneel” she whispered, knowing he would be tall enough to do what she wanted from that position.

Leigh hummed a little as she asked him if he really felt that way. Because he did. He pulled a sharper breath as his fingers found her most private parts. It was almost as if he took the smell and taste in, even if he wasn’t even close enough to taste anything. He noticed how she looked at him but didn’t let it change anything in the way he did anything. His eyes locked on how her tongue licked the last drops of her lips.
With a simple flick of her fingers, he was pulled away with shadows. He watched how she raised herself and grabbed onto his chin. He didn’t hesitate to look towards her eyes. A sly smile formed on his lips, as she spoke about not having dream, but only nightmares. Well, in his eyes, it would be a lie, because with him in her life, things would most certainly get better. She would have some dreams. She got onto the counter, and he was pulled closer with the chains. He didn’t even fight it. He liked where this was going. He pressed his lips together into a thin line as she took of her panties in front of him. He tried not to look to pleased with what he was served.
Kneel.
“As you wish,” he spoke softly and got down to his knees. He leaned forward and started kissing her up her legs and inner thighs. Slowly and very sensually. Though he knew he could be pulling this for a long run and keep teasing her, not giving her exactly what she wanted, he chose to go for what he knew she wanted and let his lips and tongue find the area his hands had just explored.

Her eyes turned a little darker, as she watched how he kneeled in front of her. Her tongue gliding over lips, almost as if she was seeing something delicious. Maybe she was. If he wasn’t going to go away, she could just as well enjoy the treatment he was about to give her. Her foot had placed itself on his shoulder, pressing him gently on his way down to the floor. Her hand placed behind her, made her arch her back as she pushed herself a little closer. Giving him a better opportunity to reach. This time she didn’t hold back her small moans and sighs as he started to explore. Then her hand placed against the back of his head forcing him a little closer. Lying her way back on the kitchen table.
With a mental snap with her fingers, he was free again from the chains around his hands, making him able to move them as he pleased.

He could feel how she moved herself closer to him, even if it wasn’t much. Her moans and sighs were like music to him, and it was almost too good to listen to. Though Leigh had a tendenceny to be greedy and simply only do things for his own pleasure, he truly enjoyed giving her some, even though it might be painted by the mate mark. She pulled him closer, with a hand behind his head, and he didn’t hesitate to follow suit. As soon as she broke the chains of his wrists, they found her. One traveled to her leg to keep it on its place, so she wouldn’t accidentally pointlessly choke him with her thighs. The other traveled underneath her dress to her chest and caressed it greedily. With the grips he had he made sure to pull her even closer. This was in no way anything clean and tidy. No, his face was soaking wet, either from her excitement or from his own saliva. He even groaned against her like an animal who was very satisfied with it’s hunt and almost purred of the victory.

There might be regret in the morning when this was done. Maybe there wouldn’t be anything at all. Leigh gave her something that she had lost, at least for the while that he was still there with her. As soon as he was gone, the loneliness and darkness almost consumed her.
So even in this kitchen, filled with passionate moans and sounds. She could feel it almost creep up the back of her neck. Blowing her in the ear, telling her nothing in this world would make her feel whole again. Even when the made bond would once again be sealed, she would feel the piece of her soul missing, slowly but surely turning her a little madder than she had been the day before.
What her father and mother wouldn’t think of her, as she laid here on the kitchen counter. A man between her legs, growling from the pleasure of feeling her and tasting how he made her excited. A man that was so twisted in his own way. That didn’t really care about anyone but himself. He had only saved her that time, because he had realized what she was to him. The blood that he could be drinking. This was her mate, her life, how cruel fate was to her.