Blood is Honey-(Adley Reed)

[Indigo]

Backdated forty-eight hours after turning

Forty eight hours later. Indigo felt every hour that had passed since she woke in the same bed she had for all intents and purposes died in. The events that passed were still crystal clear. She was haunted by the lengthy lecture of what she could expect, what she could not do and what all had changed in her world as she knew it. Kaspar and Adley were generous with information, possible scenarios that could arise as well as how to handle each one. It was to be the biggest secret she ever kept except to those who knew. It was discovered that she could drink and eat like Kaspar and Jameson. She could still partake in the contents of the fridge but there was a catch. It did nothing to sate that slow building and nearly maddening craving for the sweet fluid that she was informed would be required for her to survive or exist. Whichever was more appropriate to refer to it as.

Indigo stirred from the sheets of the bed and as the material glided free from her bare curves she felt the ache of need for replenishment racking her muscles and joints. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth until she used the muscle within to unfasten the dry surface from where it was otherwise stuck. It was time to brush her teeth as well as those hard to reach points until she willed them to pop to view. She wondered what her childhood dentist would have thought of such a sight. Sweet Indigo Knight has a set of fangs. She had yet to try them out. She wasn’t so sure how it would really work. It wasn’t like she was the type to go tear a human apart...right?

No matter. Teeth clean, mouth fresh she was soon under the warm spray of the shower washing away her last signs of sedation. As the night fell across the city she was waking to the scents of peppermint and green tea thanks to the mismatched shampoo and conditioner. Tonight she would ask to explore the routine most like her indulged in. Adley had been healing her somehow, she wasn’t fully sure on how that worked but as soon as she had mentioned feeling weaker, her body dragging inside leaving her about as productive as a limp noodle, he would do something that had her feeling like a case of energy drinks suddenly jolted her system. It was great but there was that hurdle that they had to clear and she knew it. She asked for this. All of it. Now she had to own it. What if he couldn’t be there to make her feel better? She needed to be self-sufficient just as she was before. And tonight she needed to step out into the world that she had not seen in forty eight hours.

[Adley Reed]

When Adley woke up, Kaspar was gone. Indigo was still asleep beside him; the last forty-eight hours had been a storm of rage and uncertainty, of regrets and accusations. Even now, when Adley woke, his heart was heavy. It shouldn’t have been, and it made him angry. Indigo had wanted to turn, and it was supposed to be a good thing. It was supposed to be beautiful. It was supposed to be something completely different to what it ended up being. Kaspar was supposed to be with them, as was Jameson. And although Kaspar had been there in body, Adley couldn’t believe that he’d been there in heart. As soon as the blood had been taken he’d fled the room; and though he’d stayed afterwards, it felt like a mere obligation. Adley could have been imagining it, and yet he couldn’t help the anger. Both at Kaspar, and at himself.

If only he’d exerted a little more willpower, if he’d kept his distance from Indigo as he had succeeded in doing for so long, it wouldn’t have happened the way it had. They could have called Kaspar, Grey could have kept his distance. They could have discussed it.

What was done was done, however. Adley slipped from the bed and wandered the house, searching. Kaspar wasn’t there. He opened the front door and wandered out to the front yard, his toes curling into the grass, into the dirt. Kaspar’s car was gone. The jeep lay dormant in the driveway. The sky was clear overhead; the night was young. Everyone else was indoors, probably cooking dinner, watching their popular tv shows. And yet, it was only the beginning of their day - of Adley’s and Indigo’s. Turning back to the house and closing the front door behind him, Adley heard the shower running. Smirking, brushing away the heaviness of his heart and choosing instead to focus on the good things, Adley padded back down the hallway and entered the steam of the bathroom.

“It’s just you and me,” he purred as he slipped into the shower behind Indigo, his body slick and flush against hers, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the tender skin of her neck as his fingers splayed over her abdomen. Touch. He still couldn’t get enough of it.

[Indigo]

Indigo was warm and wet. As she should be in the shower. But without adjusting the flow of hot versus cold she felt the heat rise instantly with the presence of Adley so close against her. She turned and stepped in to close the unwanted space between them and with it the sharp line of her points of flesh poked then slid across his chest. Her fingers caressed the wealth of skin beneath her open palms. Each hand navigating a pleasurable tactile tour of a body that she vowed if given time to know far more intimately than any other including her own.

“Yes…” Her indigo orbs looked to the centers of his own and refrained from blinking as her thumbs lined up at each side of his lower jaw and hooked just enough to draw his face, drops of water and all a breath away from her own. “For the moment. Care to make it epic?”

Indigo was not feeling the need to ask for confirmation. She was too hot to step back and try cooling down. There was a hunger rising and with it it was striking out all those typical regulators that would have her take a pause and think twice over any move she made. Especially given the outcome of recent events, the continued conflict. Even that was taking a backseat to him being there with her. No barriers, no restraints of what could take from one or the other. Level ground beneath their feet and no more bridges to cross, at least not where they currently stood skin to skin.

[Adley Reed]

Yes. Adley didn’t think that she would refuse him; not that he’d asked any questions to begin with. She turned in his grasp, now facing him, and it was all he could do not to melt against her, to lose himself in the sight of her. These were the ways in which he and Kaspar differed; it was something he knew he should talk to Kaspar about. There were understandings that the two men had to come to, eventually. Adley knew that Kaspar had issues with his mortality; he had regrets, maybe. He longed for what he used to have, and he’d struggled to help Indigo to turn, he struggled to want to, because she had the humanity that he so craved.

Adley, on the other hand, had embraced his immortality. To be cold, to become death - to also give life, and healing - was a gift. He was strong, and he grew stronger every night. His senses were sharp, and time stretched out in front of him like a red carpet, like a yellow brick road to something grander, something absolute. Where Indigo had been beautiful before, with her warmth and her pliable, blushing skin, Adley now found her to be flawless. She would be stronger, too. They would be strong together. The water slid over her skin without resistance, the blue of her eyes like oceans bathed in a bright morning sunlight.

It was just the two of them. When had it even been just the two of them, when they were free to do what they liked, to touch as much as they liked? They could have each other in the fullest sense. Adley could only nod. Epic, yes. They would make it epic. His arm wound around behind Indigo, opposite hand reaching for the crook of her knee to he could lift her, so that he could hook her leg over his hip as he shuffled her toward the tiled wall and his full lips embraced hers. His tongue swiped at those lips, deepening the kiss - until said tongue was pricked by teeth that were not his own. Sharp, canine teeth. He pulled back enough so that he could see; where his body would keep hers balanced, he didn’t have to hold on with both hands. The pad of his thumb lifted her top lip, revealing the pointed teeth beneath. He could taste his own blood, and the prospect of ‘dinner’ caused his own gums to ache, his own teeth to elongate.

“Hungry?” he asked, his voice a lusty husk.

[Indigo]

Hungry? There was no way to cover it with that single word. The slide of her body against his and the rise to settle in where she felt perfectly formed over his hips left her with one thing to do. Her long legs folded around the small of his back and locked at the ankles. The smooth wall beneath her bare skin stood out for the small crevices that defined the rows inlayed. Her lips parted, water droplets bouncing inside and off the fullness like a springboard. The sweetness of his breath, the promise of the heaven held behind those lips of his did not wait. She was pressed to them in equal measure with his own effort. The caress of cool tongue inside the sensitive lower depth of his lip. She sucked each alternately giving equal affection to both.

It was all too easy to get lost in the desire to let her legs relax just enough to slide lower but she had learned from her impulsivity. Just enough to keep her from giving in, from taking a moment and all that was in it. All things were even better given the right time and she tried to hold onto that thought as the taste of him filled her mouth in the most tempting of ways. Her fingers massaged firmly as the tips pressed into the definition of flesh and flexed muscle beneath his skin. It was then that the flavor she knew to be him was accentuated with small drops as the kiss was interrupted. Her tongue was left in the empty space and quickly went to her top lip. A countering of his thumb brushed it back in as he pulled at her top lip. Her fangs were open for view.

She felt the answer to his question in each layer of her skin and each movement of muscle that allowed her legs to remain a flesh impenetrable circle around his hips. Her hands moved down from the caps of his shoulders and gradually met in the middle of his chest. While he looked for answers in her mouth she felt more want and questions rising in her body.

“You going to feed me, Adley?” She purred against his fingers avoiding the temptation to give one of them a firm nip. “Or is it time for me to earn my supper?”

[Adley Reed]

The tip of Adley’s thumb grazed the sharpness of Indigo’s tooth before his hand dropped, fingers trailing a line up the toned length of Indigo’s outer thigh. The question she posed was a pertinent one, and one which Adley already knew the answer to. Of course he could keep ‘feeding’ Indigo. He could heal her in the way he sometimes healed himself; in the way he healed Kaspar and Jameson, or whoever he fed from after he took from them. Oh, how tempting it was to lean down and take his fill, for his own teeth to pinch and pierce Indigo’s neck to get a taste of her. That familiar heaviness threatened to weight his heart again as he recalled the nights prior, and his stubborn resistance against Kaspar’s offer. After he’d fed Grey, he offered his blood to Adley, too. Adley hadn’t snapped, then. He hadn’t told Kaspar he didn’t want his dirty seconds; the cold remnants of what might have been hot, and theirs alone. Instead, he’d told Kaspar that they had to focus on Indigo, and his own hunger wasn’t a priority.

At least Adley could still taste Indigo. Not the heat, not what she was, but what she was now. She was right there in front of him, the essence still exactly the same. Not right now, though. Maybe later, maybe the next night. But not now, when she was hungry; when she had yet to feed on her first human. His lower pout was tugged between his teeth as he nodded.

“We should go out,” he said, though he made no move. They were together. They could be together in a way they hadn’t been allowed thus far, and he was reluctant to move. Indigo had merely to slide a little south and she’d know he was hungry for more than just blood. To leave the shower now would be to turn it cold before he went anywhere, to purge the heat from his body.

“Just a few more minutes…” he said, the tips of his fingers gripping and curling into the flesh of Indigo’s hip, and her backside, his hips rolling in a suggestive manner. His lips dipped to the curve of Indigo’s cheek, trailing kisses down to her ear where he nipped playfully at the lobe.

“... and then we can go out and have our fill. And when we’re done, we can come back to bed,” he said. There more ways than one that they could have their fill.

[Indigo]

If there was a way to resist his scent washing over her skin, the tempting draw of his damp lower lip that pouted to be nipped all over again it was lost when the pressure of his hands at her hips hit that button. The spot, the contact that she never made a mention of to any that shared their bed that set her off. It was there unseen beneath her skin where the surface was now held by Adley. It inspired her legs to loosen their hold and just enough so that the apex of her lower body dropped enough that she was privy to a very valid and certain reason to perhaps wait more than a few minutes. It would take countless hours. Adley had no clue but minutes was not going to cut it. Not for what she had in mind, for the ways she wanted him. However, Indigo was full of compromises and more than ready to offer a few that came to mind unspoken.

While his mouth did things that sent more than her neck into a tingle her body relaxed as she leaned her weight more to balance against the wall behind her. With that her hips found the rhythm of his own and she met what had been denied her until that moment. It was natural and as beautiful as she imagined. Just the casual brush of full firm promise was all it took. While her body danced forward and rolled down her hands pulled him to her, wanting his mouth tighter against her flesh beneath it. She felt the heat between them and it was impossible not to feed it as her flesh melded to his. She wanted to feel him inside her, breaking the barriers of flesh, the walls of vein and hold him deep. Was it wrong to ask for it? To want it and need it like she did? The love that was wrapping her in every way beared his name and desired him like no other ever would be.

A return of her mouth to his shoulder allowed the sharp points to drag across the top layer of his skin. So beautiful, so sweet with the water on its surface moistening her tongue. Each inch was given a nip then a soothing slow pull as she sucked without breaking the surface. The temptation was growing as the path of her passionate exploration moved towards his neck. The spot she would tend to nuzzle her face before falling asleep was calling to her for attention and she delivered with the press of the sharp points breaking and pulling that fragile outer layer. The sweet scent of his blood that erupted beneath her lips as she pulled was a reward she inhaled deep. With a moan that vibrated against his neck his name was called out in a whisper.

[Adley Reed]

As soon as Adley felt the prick of those new fangs breaking skin, he had his fingers curled loosely around Indigo’s neck, pushing her back in an action that was simultaneously gentle and hasty. Necuratism was a word he’d only learned after it was too late, and just like the turn itself, he now knew it was something that required a lot of thought and discussion. One bite, one single session with a vampire had branded Adley for eternity, and it was not the kind of fate to resign Indigo to before she’d even had the chance to sink her teeth into a warm human neck, and Adley already and still had doubts - mostly fresh wounds - about Kaspar’s continued company. If it were just the two of them in the house, both Necurats - it just didn’t seem like a good idea.

Rather than ruin the moment with a lecture - that was generally Kaspar’s duty - Adley vowed to talk to Indigo about it later. For now, he used the reprieve to again catch hold of her lips, to kiss her with the deep, fiery passion that previously they’d had to run from. Previously, this kind of kiss would already have broken, normally Adley pulling away for Indigo’s wellbeing. Now, there was no need.

Curled fingers loosened their grip upon her neck, trailing south once more. A few minutes, he would have agreed, was an understatement. Their bodies fit together and moved together like two well-oiled parts, Adley giving Indigo’s feminine curves all the attention they deserved. As selfish as he could sometimes be as a man, he was not a selfish lover. Not with Indigo. What he could only watch from afar was now something he could participate in, and everything he’d once instructed Kaspar and Jameson to do, he could now do himself, with his own hands, his own tongue.

It was only later - minutes or hours? - when he was spent that his kisses relaxed; slow and lazy, a gentle satisfied hum rumbled from his throat, over his tongue, his smile sweet and his expression glowing.

“I feel like I should say we’re not being entirely productive. But I feel like I’d be lying…” he said, his tone light and lilted with laughter.

[Indigo]

The water was cold as ice but other than that being fact she didn’t care to move from where she was. Her muscles were weak and her body in no position to stand on it’s own...or so it would seem. She was intoxicated, her lips sweet with the remnants of what she over indulged in. The salty sweet traces of Adley stayed with her so that she would savor long after she stepped out on her own accord. Her lips stayed parted while she tried to catch the calm that was filling her once the sound of his voice trailed the hum that she had felt in his throat beneath her lips. Was there anything in the world that she really needed to do but stay right where she was? What could be more productive than the ride he just took her on?

Forget ferris wheels. With Adley it was wise to hold on tight where you wanted to stay connected and throw caution to the wind. She wanted to get back on and never get off. A roller coaster
of pleasure and the thrill was not lost in the quiet that filled the space around them. She could feel the pounding in her chest even if the heart no longer worked. It was full and increasing in size all the same...if that is what being in love made it do.

“You have no idea how productive that was.” Her mouth as tender as it was, throbbing from the last hours it spent literally everywhere, was now forming a smile she likely never wore before. “Tell the truth, Adley.”

While she waited for him to do so she brushed her cool lips gently across his chest as well as the tip of her nose and inhaled him. Stronger than ever he was permeated into her and it was such an amazing effect. She felt capable of anything for it, hungry and ready to take on anything that came her way. Her hands squeezed his *** and a sudden quick pop of her open hand left the sound of skin connecting to skin echoing.

[Adley Reed]

The laughter was now a little more robust, even as he felt the sting of her palm against the bare skin of his backside. “Mmm, it’s the truth. That was productive. I’m not sure I could love you any more than I do right now,” he said, though he wondered whether that was a lie. They still had eternity together, and there were many ways in which this feeling could morph and change, could twist and become something grander and far more complex than he could ever have imagined. For the moment, it filled him to the brim.

One more lazy kiss was coaxed from Indigo’s lips before he twisted the taps so the water stopped its incessant flow. As much as he wanted to carry Indigo to the bed and start all over again, there were things they had yet to achieve with their night. They had plenty of time to indulge in each other, but Adley knew he’d be remiss as a ‘sire’ if he let this slide. It was Kaspar’s voice he could hear in his head - that voice of reason, always so insistent even when Adley just wanted to laugh and have fun.

“C’mon, Bee. You’re hungry. We have to go out,” he said, reluctantly releasing his hold and stepping back. Reluctant, and yet he managed, just. Outside of the shower stall he plucked one of the fluffy white towels from the rack and waited for Indigo, waited to wrap it around her slender shoulders. To dry, to get dressed, to go out and explore the facets of Indigo’s new vampirism. With Kaspar gone it was up to Adley to help her discover what she could do, to be there when it happened, rather than just talking her through it.