Based on the (music) prompt: Waiting Game
Kamilah picks up two bedrolls and glances at Samantha and Adrian. She visibly was caught off guard. His life as a human isn’t something easy to take in and now she looks even more insecure to have the talk she had planned. To break the silence, Kamilah clears her throat. “There’s grilled cheese on the kitchen counter. If you’re hungry, Samantha and I can bring it to you before you get some rest.”
“I’d like that, thanks. But why does Samantha have to go with you?”
“Because I need her to make blood-infused wine. Samantha?” Kamilah nods her head towards the door and leaves the room.
Samantha follows, closing the door behind her and walks to the kitchen. A kettle is set up on the stove burner. Kamilah picks up a knife from the counter nearby and turns to Samantha.
“Will you do it or should I?” Kamilah asks. Samantha grimaces. “I don’t need a lot of blood. Two tablespoons will be enough to make the infusion. Now, will cut your arm or do you need help?”
Samantha sits down and frowns, folding up one of her long sleeves and resting her arm on the table. “I’ll need help.”
Kamilah approaches her with a glass bowl, placing it under Samantha’s forearm and makes a superficial cut with the knife. Samantha flinches and tries to pull away, but Kamilah holds her by the wrist. The warm red tinted liquid drips inside the bowl, covering its bottom. “Are you still going to talk to him tonight?”
“I don’t know… He looks so sad. This is not the best time to talk about it.”
Kamilah runs a finger along the cut to contain the bleeding, then slashes the palm of her own hand and uses her blood to close Samantha’s wound. “This should do, thank you. You can clean up your arm.”
Both women stand up and walk to different sides of the kitchen. Samantha leaves and goes to the bathroom to wash the blood off. She marvels at the spot where the wound was made, thinking about how it didn’t leave a single mark. When she comes back to the kitchen, the metallic smell of her blood fills the air. Kamilah pours the blood infused water into a wine decanter, adds the burgundy liquid into it, swirls it, pours into a glass and hands it to Samantha. “Here. Take the wine and grilled cheese and come back to sleep by the fire. Don’t stay there with him. You do not want to do things you might regret in the future.”
Samantha nods, puts the glass and grilled cheese on a tray and marches back to Adrian’s room. She opens the door and he smiles, his eyes watching her place the tray on the table close to the bed. He reaches out for the sandwich and takes a bite, the rich combination of the cheeses, the lightly crispy bread and the Cabernet Sauvignon blending into his mouth. “I assume you made the grilled cheese?”
“Yeah, I did. Why? Kamilah doesn’t cook?” She asks taking a seat on a wooden chair nearby.
“If she does, she certainly never made ‘hot cheese sandwich’,” a hint of a smile appears on his lips behind the wine glass.
Samantha giggles. “You heard that? I thought you were sleeping.”
“Vampires senses are enhanced, don’t forget it,” he says then takes another bite of the grilled cheese.
She freezes. “This means you also heard what Kamilah and I were talking?”
“About your feelings? Yes, I heard it. Loud and clear,” he affirms. “I may not be a polyamory enthusiast, but I understand people can find themselves attracted and even in love with more than one person.”
“And you don’t think it’s bad?”
“It is if you hide it from the ones involved,” he insinuates, finishing his glass of wine and savoring the familiar taste of her blood lingering in his tongue.
“I didn’t mean to hide it,” Samantha shifts on her seat uncomfortably. “I don’t know what I feel for you. Or him. But everything has been so crazy lately… I just wanted to be sure,” she looks downs.
“We are living some quite hectic days and I won’t push you to make a decision. But I need you to know that I truly care for you.” He reaches out to brush a few strands of hair from her face. “And I will make sure you’ll remember it.”
Adrian pulls the chair she is sitting on closer to him and leans in, claiming her lips as his, deepening the kiss whilst his hands travel down her waist unzipping her vest, pushing it down her shoulders and taking off her shirt and bra. Samantha kneels on the bed with legs on each side of Adrian’s thighs and tugs at his clothes, making quick work to remove them.
Getting out of the bed, she takes off her pants and underwear. His eyes sweep her body from head to toe and he licks his lips, revealing his sharp white fangs. She isn’t supposed to be there any longer. Her mission was to give the grilled cheese and the wine and get out. Yet, she’s drawn to him in a way she can’t comprehend.
Adrian’s hand traces a feather light touch on her inner thigh and moves up, cupping her sex. Two fingers slide between her folds, pressing his digits on her wet core in small circles. She moans quietly. He stops moving his hand and she grinds on it.
“You say you are confused, but I can see you want me. Or, at the very least, your body does,” he smirks watching her throw her head back. “Tell me, Samantha. Do you want me?”
“Yes,” she says breathing heavily.
He inserts one finger into her and pumps it in and out. “Say it louder.”
“I want you,” she pants. Her legs begin to tremble and he removes his hand from her sex then pulls on his lap. Samantha lowers herself onto him, moving up and down.
Desire and hunger increase in Adrian’s body as he gazes at Samantha, her caramel skin forming small drops of sweat on her forehead and flushed chest. He doesn’t know if the serum is making it worse, but suddenly everything becomes a blur. Next thing he knows, he’s on top of her, thrusting deep into her, fangs sunk on her neck whilst she writhes beneath him, her damp slit tightening around his manhood, completely lost into pleasure. He growls, spilling his warm seed inside her.
Removing his fangs from her neck, he pricks his fingertip, presses it on her neck, healing the wounds, eases himself out of her and lays down on the bed. He looks to the side and gapes at Samantha staring blankly at the ceiling. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
“For a such an outgoing and talkative young lady, you’re awfully quiet now.”
“I’m just thinking… Do I deserve this? You risking everything for me? Is it worth it?” She frowns.
“Yes,” he sighs. “You are worth it.”
“But what if the way we started made it cursed from the start?”
“Then you won’t need to worry about me. As far as I know, I was already cursed. You just have to figure out if I am worth it,” he replies holding her protectively against his chest.
Samantha curls up on the bed, resting her head on his torso. Kamilah was right. She really should have left the room and she probably will regret it.
