Make the pain go away - [cw]

Date | 18th of January
Time | Evening
Weather | Dark & stormy
Surroundings | Zadkiels home, at thunder grove apartments
Attire | A blue turtleneck sweater, brown leather jacket and some tight black jeans, with brown ancle boots

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A vampires nose always picked up the most extraordinary things. Like the fact that a pureblood angel was living in the building a few levels down. He had been living with Ilene, or Letha as she called herself now. It was extraordinary to see just how much the woman had changed. Not that she had known much about the old vampire. Giving that River tried to stay away from his family. But somehow, Ilene had always managed to find him, or at least the casinos that he had been making. Until eighty or so years ago, it was like she had fallen off the face of the earth. Till Nathalie had seen her walking around with the handsome boy Zadkiel Nelson. She understood why she would be drawn to the guy. Well-mannered, easy to manipulate and had a body that would make most people look twice.

Now, it seemed like it was only Zadkiel that lived alone now. Letha hadn’t been there for a couple of days. Which made Nathalie wonder, what had happened? Was the poor boy all alone now? Well, one couldn’t have that, now could they. At least what she could do, was make sure that he was alright. With a bottle of wine in her hand, she had moved from her own apartment down to the floor that Zadkiel lived on. Knocking on the door she took a step back, giving Zadkiel a soft and understanding smile as she nodded towards him. Now they had met each other once or twice, and she was also quite sure that he had found her page. Which to her, was quite funny. “Hi Zadkiel” Nathalie said and titled her head, he really didn’t look good. “Here, I figured you might need a bottle of good wine, I understand that things have been a little rough lately?” she asked pressing her brows together, playing the understanding ‘friend’ perfectly.  

Zadkiel had been home for a couple of days and had received a quite strict diet from the hospital, so he could get his blood back on track and loose the dizziness he had. He even had two crutches to support him if he felt really bad. So even though he hadn’t really felt present, he made time pass by cooking food and moving all the furniture, rearranging bookshelves, washing laundry, and dusting off. And if he ran out of something to do, he would start over. He knew very well that if Letha had been there, she would’ve asked him to sit down and relax – but it was the problem. She wasn’t here.
It knocked on the door and he threw a small cloth over his shoulder and walked towards the front door. He managed to get there with no support at all. He was simply wearing grey sweatpants and a blue tight fitted t-shirt. His hair wasn’t really tamed that much, and he might just look like someone who had only just rolled out of bed, even though he should be preparing to get under the covers by now. Besides from that, he was still quite pale, and he had gotten scars along his underarms where he had been cut the other day. He opened the door and sent the neighbor a warm smile, “Evening miss,” he greeted with a kind smile. One arm was down his side, the other held the door open, actually showing the fine scar. He pulled on a corner of his mouth as she offered him wine. “Oh, thank you,” he said and took a little step to reach for the wine she offered him. Now he didn’t drink wine that often, and mostly just did so when Letha and him was celebrating something… Like they should’ve done a month from now on their anniversary. What a way to turn twenty-five. Almost die, a girlfriend who just leaves with all of her things one month before their anniversary. Well, at least the neighbor was kind. He let his eyes go from the bottle and up to her eyes. “A little rough might be an understatement,” he chuckled a little. Coping, right? He licked his soft lips and regained eye contact, “You want do come in?” he wondered. It was quite lonely when you were used to being two in a giant apartment. “I shouldn’t drink all of this alone, and it would be a waste not to share it with good company,” he said quite calmly.

Well Nathalie knew that Zadkiel was a beautiful boy, handsome even. But as he opened the door, and she could let her eyes roam over his body. She was still taken aback just how delicious the young angel boy was. A soft smile formed over her lips as he called her Miss, now wasn’t he just the sweetest? So polite, he had to have been raised right by his mother. Now it was time to see if he was just as naïve as she thought him to be.

Nathalie let out a soft sympathetic chuckle, as he told her that rough was an understatement. She didn’t know everything that had gone down, but she could imagine just how hard it had to be. Even though she didn’t understand the sentiment off it. If someone didn’t want to be with you anymore, there was only one thing to do. Shrug it off and get on with your life. Not that she was about to tell him that, it was very few that understood her lack of emotions and how little she cared about love and people in her life. She lifted her brows as he asked if she wanted to come in. This was going way more smoothly than she had expected it too. Poor boy, he had to be so lonely to invite an unknown vampire into his home. “I would love too” she said nodding, stepping over the threshold. While she let the jacket slid off her arms, being very aware that every movement she made looked just a little more drawing and sensual. It wasn’t all that hard; she was both a dancer and she took off her clothes for money. People didn’t pay if you weren’t very good at your job. Or, well, some men would give you their life just to spend a night with you. “So, is everything okay with you and Letha?” she asked turning around after she had taken off her shoes. “Sorry, it’s hard not to notice that she hasn’t been here the last couple of days” she said with a soft smile on her lips.

He made room for her to enter the apartment and closed the door after her. His brown eyes followed her as soon as he had locked it. Now, it wasn’t that much that he wished to look at her, but mostly because he had invited her in, and wanted to know if he should take her jacket or anything alike. He did however notice how gracefully she moved. He was quite quick to offer to take her jacket and put it on a hanger in the wardrobe for outwear.
She asked about Letha, and he looked over his shoulder before turning towards her. Now, he looked a little miserable already, but he seemed to just get a little tad more sad to look at, by being reminded of Letha, and it seemed that she noticed it with how she apologized and explained how she had noticed it. He shook his head a little, “No, it’s okay,” he sighed, telling her that it was okay that she asked about his girlfriend. “She… Moved out,” he explained and shrugged a little. He didn’t really know what to do about it. He licked his lips a little before he looked into her eyes. He pressed his lips together for a moment before he pulled a smile. “So, it’s just me and this giant apartment,” he said. He gestured her towards the kitchen, “Come on in,” he said and started to lead the way, placing the wine on the nearest counter top and started to find a wineglass for both of them.

She had figured, but still managed to pull a sympathetic frown, letting him now that she understood that it was hard when a loved one decided to move out. Even though she didn’t understand it at all. She had to hold back a comment with that she at least had let him live here, she could just as well have kicked him out if she wanted too. “I’m sure things will work out” she added instead, and nodded following him inside of the, as he had said himself; giant apartment. Looking around it was clear that he was a very tidy and organised person. Given that he had been the one living here the last couple of days and he hadn’t really been able to go anywhere. It was clear that he had used most of his time cleaning. “Please let me know if there is anything I can do, you know, besides bringing a wine and keep you company for a couple of hours” she laughed softly, giving him a bright smile as she placed herself by the small, raised bar by the kitchen island. It really was a beautiful apartment, even though hers were just as nice.

Zadkiel nodded his head a little to the side as Nathalie mentioned that he was sure that things would work out. Well, he was going to get by, but he doubted that Letha was going to come back with the letter that she had left. “Yeah,” he sighed, not really knowing if there was any better thing to say than that. He didn’t fully agree and didn’t fully disagree.
Zadkiel had just put a glass for each of them on the countertop, as she mentioned she would love to help. He smiled widely, “Thanks, I’ll remember that,” he said with a slight smirk on his lips before he started to unscrew cork plug. Now, it wasn’t because he willingly was putting up a show, but it was hard not to when you had muscles that flexed when he removed the foil and whenever he turned and had to get a new grip on the opener. It gave a little pop from the vacuum, and he found a wine aerator to put into the mouth of the wine, so it would pour nicer and aerate the wine. “Do you drink this wine often?” he wondered as he started pouring them a glass each. Only to put the wine down and pick up his glass. “Cheers for good company.”

Her green eyes glided over his arms as he started to find the things, he needed to make sure that the wine was ready to drink. Now, Natty could appreciate a good wine as the next one, but she wasn’t really the one to break all the fancy instruments to make sure that the wine tasted as good as it could taste. Unless of course she was trying to impress the people that she had visiting her. Which was why she was doing her outmost to enjoy the show he was putting for her, even if he didn’t do it on purpose, she enjoyed every moment of it. Her fingers danced over her lips, as her eyes fell upon his own. Soft, plum. Then there was the very prominent check bones and the dimples in his cheeks every time he smiled at her. He just was the spitting image of what a golden boy should look like. Then he had the personality to match up with. Self-sacrificing. Always wanting to make sure everyone around him was alright. She was sure if you really dug under the layers, one would find one traumatised and innocent boy that harboured more issues than most people were ready to take on. And then he had met her. He really didn’t have it easy now did he.

“Well, I like the occasional glass here and then, I don’t drink as much as when I worked at a casino – it was a little harder to remember that drinking too much isn’t good to you, even though it won’t kill me” she spoke with a soft and endearing voice. She took the glass he had poured for her and gave him a big smile. “Cheers for excellent company” she added to his good and tapped her glass against his. Taking a small sip, it really was a good wine. Red of course, not overly bitter, very sweet with no aftertaste. “Want to sit by the couches?” she asked nodding towards them giving him the most innocent smile a woman like her could muster.

Zadkiel nodded a little while listening to her alcohol usage. He smiled a little when she spoke about how she forgot that wine wasn’t good for oneself. Well, it was true. The smile got wider as she toasted back to him, and he let the glass tap against each other before he smelled the wine and shortly after took a small sip of it. Now, it wasn’t because Zadkiel drank a lot of wine, but he had gone to wine courses and wine tastings. That was also why he had the wine set that he had.
She asked for them to sit by the couches, it made him raise his brows a little, almost as if he woke up. “Yeah of course,” he said and gestured towards the couches with his glass and showed the way. As soon as they reached the couches, he gestured her to sit down and he did so himself, taking a mouthful of the wine, putting his glass on the coffee table before he leaned back with a sigh. He tried to massage some sore muscles in his neck while he swallowed the wine, “So, Nathalie,” he sighed and redirected his gaze towards her, “How’s everything going upstairs?” he wondered with a light smile.

She got up, waltzing towards the couch, almost rolling her hips as she walked in front of him, slightly on her toes as a professional ballet dancer usually did. She sat down with her arm on the backrest looking at him while taking a sip of her wine. Noticing how he was massaging his own neck muscles. “So, Zadkiel?” she hummed as he said her name, miss did just fine. But Nathalie was preferred right now in this sitting. “Oh, it’s going quite alright thank you, I gotten myself a roommate” she added with a small nod, which meant that she had a source of her favourite blood walking around two floors up. Even though angel blood was just as nice, but any vampire would think that. It wasn’t all that hard to smell that Zadkiel had a thing for blood as well, which made this very interesting. “Let me take a look at that for you” she took another sip from the wine and placed it on the coffee table after she made sure that it was sitting on a coaster. Then she stood up and walked around. Letting her hands find his shoulders. “Let me know if my hands get too cold” she whispered against his ear as she started massaging him. Working gently on every knot that she found. Her fingers glided up against his neck, into his hair. “So, I know it might be a sensitive topic, but I can’t really ignore it because I can smell it, but if you ever need help with your... little craving just let me now, I might be able to help you with that, if you want?” she almost purred in a love and sensual voice.

Zadkiel never stared, but somehow the way that his neighbor walked made his eyes lock on the swaying hips in front of him. It only lasted a moment before he furrowed his brows, blinked and focused on his glass instead. Get yourself together, Zadkiel.
He raised his brows a little as she mentioned that she had gotten a roommate. “Oh? Must be nice,” he said with a soft smile. Maybe he should put an ad in his social network to see if he could get a roommate too, so it wouldn’t be too empty in his apartment, or maybe he should just get himself a pet so there was someone to take care of and look forward to getting home to?
He raised his brows a little as she mentioned looking at something for him. “What?” he almost whispered. When she got up, he had a feeling of what she was going to do, “Oh, no. Nathalie you really don’t have to,” he laughed a little nervously, but it didn’t seem like she accepted that, as her hands found his shoulders. As a start, it was a little cold, but on the other hand he was used to feel Letha’s hands on his body too. “Oh, no, it’s okay,” he assured her softly, even though he had a little trouble relaxing at first. Slowly he started to relax, and his eyes eventually closed. Pleasured hums left him while she worked on him. She even started massaging his neck and eventually got her hands into his hair. Now, there was always something about getting a scalp massage that he simply couldn’t describe, but it went directly to his system and made him relax, sighing a little of relief. A brow raised a bit as she mentioned something that could be a sensitive topic. She mentioned that she could smell it and that it was a craving of his, and for some reason, it excited him more than it should. “Oh, Nathalie” he sighed, “I couldn’t ask that of you,” he said shaking his head a little.

This poor boy, he was clearly already craving not only the blood of his female vampire that had lived with him. But also, physical touch, or just someone that was in the apartment with him. Now she could think herself to the fact that it would become quite lonesome, and, well that she could help him with. So, she didn’t take no for an answer, and especially not with the way he was reacting to her touch after he got him relaxing completely. Nathalie could even smell it on him, how he got excited about the thought about getting something of her blood. Now there were different ways she could do this. But she deserved some fun too, right? For her generous offer and coming here keeping him company. “But you should” she said with a voice that had a slight angle of sadness in it. She let go of his shoulders, and while she walked around the couch she pulled off the sweater that she was wearing, only having a bra on. Before he could tell her no, she placed herself on his lap. Nathalie moved some of her hair, taking out the earring she had in her ear, which was also a small blade made an incision just above her collarbone her fingers danced over his cheek. “You don’t have to hold back” she told him “You deserve to be taken care off” she added with a soft voice, letting her fingers glide into his hair, feeling how her blood glided down her pale skin.

She told him he should. He should be asking her for some blood. But he couldn’t. Not from her. After all, it increased his desire, and he definitely didn’t feel that it would be right of him to be with his neighbor so shortly after Letha had left. Before he even realized that she had removed her hands, and before he had opened his eyes she sat on top of his lap. Without her sweater. It made his eyes widen immediately and he looked up at her quite surprised. “Nathalie, you really don’t have to-” she cut herself with her earing. The blood piled up and slowly started to fill the small indent there was between her shoulder and her collarbone. He swallowed a lump in his throat. His brown eyes looked up at her again, away from the blood. “You really-” He shouldn’t hold back. “But-” He deserved to be taken care of. He was about to tell her yet another time, that he couldn’t, but as her hands glided into his hair, he felt pressured a little forward. He could almost smell the blood and the temptation only got greater by the second. A drop started to glide down her skin. It had filled his own patience and it was like everything seemed to flood. His arms found it’s way around her waist and pulled her a little closer, while he quickly let his mouth find the blood. His tongue made sure to lick away the blood that had started to glide down towards her cleavage. A very satisfied hum left him. Like he had foreseen, his desire only grew. It was like everything in the everyday life disappeared and there was only the two of them in the world. It got to his head. Heads. He pulled her even closer and started to kiss the skin around the incision she had made. Without even noticing it, it was very sensual kisses and both his breathing became a little more shallow and his heartbeat heightened.

She was just about to tell him not to fight it, as his arms found her waist and pulled her closer the second that his lips found the wound and started lick away the blood that was still gliding down her skin. “There you go” she whispered softly, letting her fingers dance through his hair, making sure that he was comfortable while he was doing it. Closing her eyes as she could smell and feel his passion flood through him as he drank her blood. She hadn’t thought it would be this easy, making him one of hers. But how she was going to enjoy the time she would be allowed to have with him. Her left hand glided out of his hair and gently took hold of his chin moving it so she could look at his face. The other hand had also moved out of his hair but grabbed the part where her bra was hooked together. With an easy snap she got it open and pulled it off herself. “I’ll make you feel better” she whispered hot and sensual, as her thumb glided over his lips drying away the last of her blood. Licking it off her finger before she kissed his lips, savouring every moment. So innocent, so delicate. She could eat him up if she wanted to. But right of this moment, she was going to make sure that he was being pleasured and even thought he might regret his actions in the morning. He would still come back for more.

Her words comforted him, and only fed the desire that continued to grow. Occasionally she grabbed his chin and made him look up. For a moment he felt how reality ran back and overwhelmed him. A sample of what was coming for him when she would leave. Regret. She wasn’t wearing her bra. When did that happen? She comforted him with her voice again. Almost like a siren, she had him wrapped around her finger. The way her finger glided over his lips made his lips itch for something more to sense. His eyes watched how she licked her finger clean of the blood that had collected itself on her finger when she had stroked his lips. She leaned in and kissed him and he followed suit only breaking the kiss shortly to catch his breath. His kisses were filled with passion and desire. Overflowing with lust. One of his hands snaked up her back to press her a little closer to him.


“Nathalie-” he spoke almost breathlessly. His sentence was being interrupted by a kiss, “Wait, I-” he pulled away, and did his best to keep her from following him. “I’m really sorry,” he said a little out of breath. “I really shouldn’t be doing this,” He tried to fight all of it. Though she had believed that she would make him feel better, as of right now, he only felt worse. It made his heart crack into smaller pieces, and he didn’t wish to find comfort in another woman like this. Even though her blood had made everything hunger for more of her, he believed it was wrong. He shouldn’t, even if every inch of him was impatient of moving on to the next step.

He spoke her name, and she kissed him again. But when he pulled away telling her to wait, she lifted her brows and did as he asked of her. She stopped. Then he apologised, and a soft smile formed on her lips. One could never know how she would react if she had her feelings turned on. But none of this offended her or made her angry. Like some might become if they felt like when something they had looked forward to, suddenly weren’t happening. Or embarrassed that they had read the situation wrong. “Hey, it’s okay” she reassured him, and found her bra that she had just placed right beside them and put it on. A smile formed on her lips as her hand found his cheek and softly let her thumb glide over his cheekbone. “I’m not going to make you do something you don’t want to, yeah? It’s okay, if you want, I can just stay drink my glass of wine, and make sure you are okay after drinking my blood, alright?” she said, placing a soft kiss against his temple. She lifted herself from his lap. Took the sweater and pulled it over her head. Pulling the rest of her hair out of it. Sitting down on the couch placing a comforting hand on his thigh just by his knee. “Are you okay?” she asked, almost as if she was making sure that he would be okay after what just had happened.

She assured him that it was okay. He disagreed. He had let his guards down. Lured her in and simply accepted that she had read the situation wrong. This what not what he had thought of, when he had invited her in for a glass of wine. Zadkiel kept his eyes away from her chest as she put on her bra. She caressed his cheek, and his eyes found his. How was she taking it so nicely? He took a slow deeper breath in as she told him that she wouldn’t force him to do anything he didn’t want to. It was mysterious, because the more she talked, the more her blood had an effect on him. His heartrate kept going. “Yeah,” he nodded gently. It might be a good idea to make sure that he was okay after drinking her blood and didn’t do anything too reckless. She was about to get off his lap when he chose to put his hand on top of her hips to insist, he to stay seated. “It’s okay,” he assure her and let a hand run through his hair, closing his eyes shortly. Now, he wasn’t really sure, but no matter what, the blood had its effect and if she hadn’t already smelled and felt how full of desire he was, she might be able to see that if she got off him, and he honestly wished for none of the things, but hopefully she hadn’t felt anything yet? He took a deeper breath in as she asked if he was okay. “Yeah… I mean, no. Not really,” he frowned a little indecisive. He placed a hand on her thigh, “I’ll get your glass,” he told her and leaned a little to the side where her glass was before he sat correctly again and handed it to her. His own glass on the other hand would he only be able to get if he leaned forward and into her.

Nathalie couldn’t help but raise a surprised brow as he insisted on her staying seat on his lap. Now if it was because he didn’t want to see just how affected by her blood, and her sitting on his lap. It was already a little too late for that. As she could both feel and smell it on him, just how much he wanted it. Only his mind was not letting him, and maybe that pounding heart of his. Letting out a soft sigh, she let her hand find his neck, and gently moved some of his hair after his hand had run through it. “You don’t have to think too much about it, I shouldn’t have pushed you” she said with a smile and then nodded when he told her that he would get her, her glass. She took it and took a small sip “You want yours?” she asked giving him a small smile “Put your arms around me, then it will be easier” she told him, turning her body. As flexible as she was it wasn’t really that hard for her to take his glass and turn back handing it to him. “There you go” she said with a soft expression, taking another sip from her wine again taking in the beautiful Angel that she was still sitting on.

Zadkiel was quite conflicted by the whole situation, but he had a feeling he relaxed a little when she said she shouldn’t have pushed him. Yes. Correct. He had been too easy to push and it wasn’t good for him. He should be slowing down. Relax a little.
He gave her a small nod as she asked if he wanted his glass. He did as she told him to, and let his hands find her waist and hold onto her, to support her when she turned around to grab the glass. His eyes shortly wandered while she wasn’t looking.
Get it together, Zadkiel.
“Thanks,” he almost whispered and took a mouthful of his wine. He closed his eyes for a moment. His thoughts were running around telling him he should be looking for Letha. He should talk to her so they could figure things out.

His thoughts were spiraling. He opened his eyes. It was like someone pulled the plug to his thoughts about Letha. His free hand found her neck quite quickly and he pulled her in to kiss her. He let go of his glass of wine and let it fall to the floor, so his other hand could find her back and with a small frustration, he managed to open her bra again and almost ripped it off her, not caring much for the wine or wineglass. His lips were greedy and seemingly passionate. His heart was running away from him because he truly could feel how he ruined the hope he had for him and Letha. He was breaking more and more for each second he continued to kiss and touch Nathalie. But he was going to deal with it in the morning. Everything at once.

She watched him, drinking her wine slowly, letting him process whatever it was that he needed to process. Turning her body, she placed her wine glass on the table. But when she turned around again, she felt his hand placed around the back of her neck pulling her into a kiss. A pleasured hum left her, but without even looking she grabbed the glass of wine he had dropped to pull her closer. Couldn’t have the boy completely ruined the next today, unless of course it would get him something to think about. Then she could make him break other stuff to clean up. That would be more fun than just a simple ruined glass. His greedy hands that wanted the bra off, weren’t all that of a problem, it was just hanging on the arm that was still holding the wine glass. Then her fingers of the free hand glided into his hair gliding onto the back of his head and pulled him closer. Kissing him back with just as much passion and greediness as his own. Then she pulled away, giving him time to breathe as she turned her body and placed the glass on the table.

With both hands free, she grabbed his head and didn’t give him to overthink or retreat like before. Grinding her hips against his already excited member. She was going to enjoy this. Clothes started being ripped off. Wandering hands. Greedy and loud kisses. Hot and bothered.

“Just relax, let me take care of you” she whispered, when she finally had access to all of him, and connected them both. Leaning back, she let out a pleasured gasp closing her eyes. Her hair dancing down her back. Feeling him before she started moving her hips getting the full experience of him. Poor boy.

Her pleasured hum comforted him and only pushed rational thoughts further away. He didn’t even notice that she managed to control the glasses, so they wouldn’t shatter and spill. A pleasured hum left him, followed by a sigh as she ran her hand into his hair. She allowed him to breathe for a moment, and she put the glass away.
She turned around again, and it only took a second before their lips collided again. A gasp left him as she grinded herself up against him. Soon after, clothes were thrown off and his hands went traveling all over her body. Curious and seeking for something new that would blow his mind. He didn’t mind that it got a little dirty and it took no time before the temperature rose.

He groaned in pleasure as she connected them and leaned his head back “Yes,” he said breathlessly and softly spoken. One hand was glued to her waist and the other her thigh. He mouthed some words in appreciation and looked back at her as she started moving her hips to experience all of him.

She placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on his side. This was mostly about pleasuring him and not herself. She needed him to come back to her, there was something about defenseless creatures that just drew her in. Other than that, that would mean she had more than one blood source. Besides, who didn’t like some nice and gentle pleasure once in a while? She bit down on her lip, throwing her back once again, showing him everything she got. Putting her agile body to good use. After a while she leaned forward placing hot and sensual kisses against his neck up towards his jaw before she caught his lips. Now she could keep going for a while, which was why she mostly listened to what his words and body told her. Making sure she didn’t pressure him too far.

Zadkiel had no idea what he was doing and how he had ended up in the situation he was in, and as of right now, he wasn’t even capable of thinking in those lanes. Every touch and every move she made was feeding his lust and driving him closer to a finish line. She arched her back and left nothing to the fantasy. It was almost like he didn’t  know what to focus on, since everything was just more and more appealing. Her face, her throat, her shoulders, her chest, her waist, her stomach, her hips and where they connected. He hungered for every single inch of her. Even her bottom, her thighs, her lower legs, feet, and hands. There was no sense left in what he wanted. He just wanted it all.
She  leaned back forward, making him gasp a little as it almost gave him a short break to collect himself. The break however only lasted a second as she kissed his neck, jaw and reached his lips. His hands greedily found both a cheek and a breast to hold. He had gotten quite used to how Letha seemed to be pleasured the most, but it wasn’t necessarily the same for Nathalie and his mindset was somehow ready finish her off if he didn’t last long enough. He groaned against her lips. One arm let go of her chest to wrap around her and hold her closer while he did his best to work with her in her rhythm. “I’m almost there,” he gasped against her lips.


The words were not spoken. “Where should I finish?” he gasped and tried to restrain her a little so she wouldn’t work too fast, since it would just make him finish earlier than expected.

She hummed against his lips as he told her that he was almost there. Nathalie had no illusions of who the boy really wanted to be on top of him. That it was pale blue eyes looking into his, not her greenish eyes that couldn’t really decide if they were green or blue. But it didn’t matter right now, because he would be in the palm of her hand, the next time she came back. And then she would ask him if it would be alright to drink from him. She would already know the answer because Nathalie always got what she wanted. “Wait a moment” she whispered in his ear, she let her hand travel down his stomach, until it found its way to where they were connected, it wasn’t long before she found her own pleasure. “Alright” she whispered, as she started making sure she would finish with him. “In me” she asked, before she started moving a little faster, working her fingers so she would gain her own pleasure the same time as him.

Nathalie looked at Zadkiel from the couch she was sitting in. She was still naked, while she took a small sip of her wine. She gave him space to process what had just happened. “Do you need me to leave?” she asked with a soft voice. “I can come back tomorrow, or the next day?” She leaned in letting her hand find his cheek. “you’re going to be okay, this was nice, and it’s not something to be ashamed of” she reminded him. Knowing he was still mourning the fact that his girlfriend had just left him like that.

Zadkiel tried to hold on while her hand traveled down his stomach. It wasn’t really helping, only sending pleasurable chills from her touch. She found herself and brought herself pleasure. He was impressed that she managed that. She told him to finish inside of her, and even though it shouldn’t, it excited him. He groaned loudly and made sure that when he finished, that it was with all of him inside of her. Shortly after he leaned all the way back, quite exhausted, and sweaty.

As soon as she moved of him it was like he realized what had just happened. He closed his eyes and covered them with a hand. This was no good. There was a lot to process, because he truly felt like what he had done had been unfaithful, since he still loved Letha with all of his heart. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and grabbed his glass of wine to take another sip of it. He glanced over at her as she asked if she should leave. He closed his eyes and looed between his feet. Options were giving to him. Tomorrow, the day after? When did he wish to see her again? God, could he even? She leaned in and caressed his cheek which made him look towards her. He licked his lips a little as she mentioned he shouldn’t be ashamed, told him that he was going to be okay and that she believed it had been nice. “Thanks,” he sighed and pulled a little smile. “It was nice,” he agreed, even though he felt shameful for saying so, “I enjoyed this, but I-… I don’t think we should do this,” he almost whispered. “It’s just too early for me. I'm sorry,” he tried to reason with her, hoping it wouldn’t hurt her feelings.

She waited for him to explain what was on his mind, or what he felt about all of this. His choice of words where understandable. Maybe he was afraid that she wanted more than just what happened tonight, knowing that he couldn’t give that to someone, while he clearly still loved the woman that had left him behind. “I understand” she said, letting her fingers danced over his cheek bone and pushed some of his hair away. “You don’t have to justify to me why you need time or don’t feel like this is working for you” she got up and started putting on clothes. In a slow and calm manner. Mostly to show him that she was in no way upset about any of this. “But I’m still going to check up on you” she chuckled as she pulled on her turtleneck sweater as the last thing. She walked over and placed a soft kiss against his temple. “As neighbours and a friend, it doesn’t need to be more than that, but you shouldn’t be alone in all of this” she took the last of her things, then she sat down and handed him her phone “Here, text yourself and you can always text me if you need me, remember, I can just be a friend, nothing like this has to happen again” she told him, knowing very well that he would end up giving in again. How could he not? Especially not when he was addicted to vampire blood. When he was done, she got up giving him a soft smile. “You’re worth it” she said, before walking towards the entrée way getting on her shoes and would leave if he had nothing more, he wanted of her.