Chapter Text
Four weeks after.
'We can't just have a word.'
'I know... Gesture? Signal?'
'Perhaps... I have a bell?'
'Maybe... On the chair?'
'Yes. And you can pinch me, here. I'll stop if you do.'
'Alright... sounds thorough.'
'When you're ready, let me know.'
'I will.'
'If you feel unsafe, scared, tell me.'
'I promise. I love you.'
'I love you, too.'
***
X had been bribed with crackers, the curtains had been closed and Kara had bathed herself in steaming water mixed with every calming herb she could find. Wrapped in a soft towel, she brushed her hair out and looked up to the mirror, feeling a small jolt of excitement. She felt like herself, for the most part, perhaps a little frayed around the edges, but mostly whole.
And she looked like herself. She recognised the woman brushing her hair in the mirror, she thought she liked her, or at least liked seeing her again.
'Hello Kara,' she said, Fang had told her that talking aloud to herself would help, 'How are you?'
She smiled at herself, feeling the twist of her lips dimple her cheeks and watching them round in her reflection.
'I'm well, thank you. I'm going to seduce my husband today.' She chuckled a little to herself, then started and span around as a light thump sounded behind her.
Fang stood in the doorway, having dropped his bag. He stared at her with an expression that sent a tiny fizz through her core. She dropped the hairbrush onto the counter.
'Are you?' He asked, removing his coat and hanging it up before he came to her and dropped a kiss on her bare shoulder. She shivered, feeling a blush creep up her face and struggling against the shyness that had caught her.
'Only if he locked the door.' She stood and stepped into his waiting embrace, breathing him in.
'He did.' Fang replied, stroking her hair. Warmth curled in her stomach and she tilted her face up to him.
'Please... kiss me.'
He obliged so sweetly, a hand cupping her cheek and thumb stroking her temple as their lips met.
She raised her arms to entwine her fingers behind his neck and brought herself up on her tiptoes, feeling a steadying hand on the small of her back. She slipped her tongue past his lips and another little fizz travelled down her spine as he met it with his own.
Any trepidation she'd been harbouring had been chased away by the time he lifted her up and carried her over to the bed. She wrapped her legs about his waist and breathed in deeply as he laid her head on the pillows and reached to unbutton his shirt.
She reluctantly let her legs fall, and soon he was naked before her. She let her eyes roam him and admired the view, licking her lips, as he turned to retrieve a small bell that he placed on the chair where she could reach it.
He joined her on the bed and she reached for him, running her hands over his arms and down to his hands, placed either side of her waist. The things those fingers could do, she wriggled a little in anticipation and sat up to kiss him.
She whined softly as he broke the kiss and rose to his knees, unpeeling the towel from her. His eyes roved over her hungrily and she shivered again.
He was kissing her collarbone next, one hand travelling down her side to squeeze her hip, his lips trailing towards her nipple. His tongue flicked out against it and her breath hitched, shudders and shivers and soft moans filled her consciousness.
He kissed it, a fond farewell before he moved to lavish attention on the other.
He was taking his time, she whimpered and reached to push a hand into his hair, it was silky and flowed easily between her fingers, and he looked up to meet her eyes, her erect nipple trapped between his teeth.
She managed a small smile and he took his cue, biting down gently, her head tipped back as pleasure lanced from the bud to her core and she shivered under him. He licked at it again before he began to shift further down her body.
'Oh!' She gasped, as he tucked his arms under her knees and brought them up to rest on his shoulders, kissing her navel. His hands were on her waist when he dipped his head to kiss her inner thigh and ran his tongue up to taste her.
The first sweep between her delicate folds set her on fire. Her head tipped back and she gripped the towel in tight fists. It had been so long since she'd felt him there, so long since she'd felt pleasure like this, she thought it might consume her as his tongue found her cl*t and began to flick against it.
She pressed her thighs to his temples, shifting herself a little so she could watch him there, and his eyes flicked up to meet hers just as he increased the pace.
'Oohhhhh...' She moaned, need in every syllable, 'Fang... Ohhhh f*ck...'
He answered her by pressing harder against her cl*t and she felt the ripples that had been running through her body collect just beneath her stomach, becoming a tight coil that wound and wound until she was pleading for release. Fang moaned against her, the vibrations causing her to buck her hips and cry out as the tightening coil snapped and everything was bliss.
Her whole body stiffened, and she tipped her head back against the pillows with a wordless cry of ecstacy. Fang kept the pace, wringing every last bit of her org*sm from her before he began to slow, lapping her through shuddering aftershocks. He moved his attentions a little lower to push his tongue into her as she came down from the high and relaxed against him again.
He moved in and out slowly, gently probing as she tingled with the afterglow, one of his hands left her waist to replace his tongue with a finger, dipping into her and wriggling, finding the bundle of nerves in her upper wall.
Her hips lifted and she cried out, it was a different kind of pleasure, it built gently and steadily, until she was bucking slightly, tiny movements made subconsciously.
Fang was watching her, she realised, and she saw him wipe his mouth on the towel before he rose to his knees. He kept his finger there, teasing, until the last moment, where he withdrew, took his thick co*ck in his hand, and rubbed the rigid head of it up and down within her slick folds.
She whined at the loss of sensation as he moved his body to cover hers, capturing her needy exhalations with a deep kiss that tasted of her.
'You're so wet, so ready for me.' He whispered, his breath tickling her ear, and she released tension she hadn't realised she'd been holding.
'I need you...' She breathed, and he began to push into her.
She felt herself clench tightly against him, and hissed in pain as she caught him midstroke. For the briefest of moments she was back in her bedroom, fighting off the man above her as best she could. She froze, and Fang stroked her cheek as he murmured reassurances.
He'd promised not to stop unless she told him to, so she breathed, deep inhalations and shaky gasps out, willing herself to relax around him. It was Fang, he'd never hurt her.
He waited for her.
It seemed like an age before she felt herself relax again, she set her hands on his hips, giving herself the feeling of some control, and pulled him closer.
His body answered hers, and he made several gentle, shallow thrusts, before she pulled at his hips again and he pressed deeper.
'I missed you.' She told him, and he groaned into her neck as he filled her, sheathing himself fully.
'I'm going to make you... Feel so good...'
He pulled out and rocked back into her and she brought her feet to rest on the small of his back, opening herself up further for him.
Every thrust hit just right, she felt him find that delicious spot inside of her over and over and she found herself gasping and moaning every time, desperate to reach the climax he was bringing her to. Knowing she would.
It broke over her in a wave of tingling heat, her legs and arms wrapped tightly around him, fingertips digging into his back, she shuddered and cried out, and he released a low helpless moan, holding himself deep inside her as he tumbled over the edge with her.
'f*ck... Fang...'
'Kara...'
