We all deserve closure [TW, CW]

He had seen how she was so ready to just rest there on the floor, but they really needed to get to bed as soon as possible. It wouldn’t be good for any of them to sleep on the floor.
He was just about to unscrew the cap of the jar when she wanted his attention and he looked up from the unscrewing, with slightly raised eyebrows. He completely stopped his action when she mentioned he could drink her blood. His jaw dropped slightly. If you want. He put the painkillers on the countertop, still holding onto it. “What?” he asked and furrowed his brows slightly. “Are you sure you want me to… Drink your blood?” he asked, feeling it was somewhat odd. But then again, he had told her she could drink some of his blood if she wanted to – or needed to. He didn’t really know how much she had to restrain herself from doing it, but it had happened occasionally. “I mean, I don’t mind it, but are you sure?” he corrected himself. He didn’t want to sound like he found her blood disgusting or anything. That wasn’t his intention.

He smiled slightly by the teasing nickname, and took her hand, without hesitation, the unharmed hand of course. He followed her upstairs and when they entered the bath connected to the bedroom, he let her hand go, so she could turn on the shower. What was she planning? Had she dropped the thing about the blood and just wanted him to watch her shower? He leaned against the sink, looking at her, with a slight smile – as if nothing had happened that day. He could see how her shirt had indeed been completely soaked in blood and that she had tried to get it clean, though it was tainted now. She then pulled her shirt off, which made him look quite satisfied at the sight. He didn’t want to interfere, who knew maybe she was planning something specific – he didn’t want to ruin that. She undressed the rest of her outfit, and he still stood in his training outfit looking at her, completely naked. I was somewhat odd to stand there, fully dressed. It’s less messy. He pointed to the shower raising his eyebrows and tilting his head in the direction of the shower. She wanted him to drink her blood in the shower? Well yes, he recalled when she had bitten him that it had been messy, but didn’t he only need a little?
Join me?
It was like he was frozen for a shot moment. What? Then she walked under the shower and he realized what was actually happening. Getting excited, he quickly undressed his t-shirt, having some trouble since it was soaked in sweat and the hand was hurting. He then pulled the rest down as far as he could reach before he tried to step out of the holes for the feet. It didn’t really succeed like he wanted to, so he dragged one of the legs to his pants into the shower before he bowed down to take it off properly. He then straightened back up. He looked into her eyes, shortly breaking the eye contact since he felt his eagerness to join her might’ve been a little to visible. When his eyes met hers again, he let his hands find their way to her waist. “Now what?”  He asked – almost as if he had never taken a bath with her. He wasn’t sure if she wanted to take the bath first or have him drink first, and he believed she might have an idea.

He smiled gently at her as he leaned forward to give him a light kiss, which he reciprocated.  He didn’t even notice that her other hand was about to puncture a whole in her skin before she winched. “Are you okay?” he asked, looking slightly worried at her, before he understood that he actually had to hurry up, so she wouldn’t have to do it again.
He let his hand wrap fully around her, his wounded hand supporting her upper back. Quickly, he placed his lips on the wound she had created by her collarbone. It tasted metallic, but not in a bad way. It was actually quite alright. Besides from the lessening of his pain he almost immediately started to feel more energetic and lust. A soft sigh left him and he leaned more into it and tightened his grip lovingly. The lowest hand, with no wounds, found its way to buns to caress them.

Her moan didn’t help with the lust that was built in him. He got greedier. He wanted more. More of her. More of her blood. He wanted all of her. As she leaned backwards and put her leg around him, his hand wandered do hold her thigh and got pulled closer. Slowly he let his fingers travel closer to caress and tease her between her legs.

She grabbed around his chin and with little resistance he let go of the wound to find her lips immediately and quickly moved them closer to the wall. Physical touch was indeed Zadkiels love language, and caressing her, holding her hand or simply touching her could be enough for him to show her that he loved her. It didn't have to be sex - but sex was also a way of expressing it.

She reciprocated the kiss like never before, and even though it would have been overwhelming under normal circumstances it felt just so right. Any thought of losing her, her being with someone else, hurting her again or simply not being good enough for her seemed to disappear. His only wish was to be with her right now, and nothing was going to stop him from that. When she dug her nails into him, he let go of a moan. It was pleasurable even though it hurt. It almost seemed like a praise that she did it; not being able to control herself. Her other hand found its way around his member, which was already more than ready for her. A small guttural sound left him before he bit her lip, a little harder than he usually did. He let go of her lip and started to let his kisses travel along her jawline and onto her neck. As he got far enough down, the taste of her blood reached him again. In slight impatience he let go of a low growl, biting onto her neck without creating any holes and let some of his fingers slide in.

Her moaning made him smile slightly satisfied, letting his finger continue their pleasurable play. He did his best to continue to kiss her neck while she worked on him. As she left an animalistic growl, telling him that she needed him a confident chuckle left him. His free hand found it’s way to his member, taking over for a moment, but only to get even closer and within a short moment replace his fingers with his member. Groaning greedily. There wasn’t really any patience, and therefore he just gave her what she had ‘asked’ him to do and started to thrust into her with a harsh loading rhythm and strength which could possibly make them both sore when they woke up in the morning. His lips let go of her neck to find her lips and his hands wrapped around both of her thighs, lifting the last leg up to wrap them completely around his waist.