No Hellos Needed
Tagging→ Andrea Sheldon, Gunnar Leidolf Time Frame→ 12/11/2020, late night Location→ Sangren, Colorado General Notes→ Gunnar thought he was going to have a quiet night in, and Andy informed him that was not the case.
The last feed was complicated. Andrea was submerged completely in the bathtub at home, thinking about it all over again, and how fast she ran. How it didn’t even feel like running. The hot water was red from the blood that covered her mouth and neck earlier and she shut her eyes, staying under with her thoughts. She nearly got caught feeding on campus, having to leave a half-dead journalism major in his dorm room when the RA came to check on him. Her body reacted before she did and she was climbing out of the window, standing in the courtyard by the time she saw the lights come on in the room, followed by screams. She took off, making it home so fast she startled herself. She never tested her speed or anything like that, and she felt foolish for it. The night didn’t go as she planned, but she was fast. It was new, feeling untouchable in that way. Andy finally came up, the water splashing as she did so. The bath was nice, but as she drained the tub she was still incredibly wired. The feeling after feeding that much was so electric, and she hated having nothing to do with it. And then Gunnar flashed into her head like a suggestion from her subconscious. If a bath couldn’t calm her down, she had an idea of what would. So she texted him that she was coming over, hoping that was good enough.
Once she was dried off and in clothes, Andrea stared at her van keys on the dresser in her room, opting to leave them there and go by foot. She liked being fast. And she had to do something with all the energy. It started as a jog when she hit the street until everything around her moved slowly, blurred. The rush of it almost made her laugh. When she got to Gunnar’s door, stumbling a little upon stopping, she blindly fixed her hair and thought about what to say. She knew why she was there, but she wasn’t sure how to express it. Still, she knocked, eyes glowing a bit once she got sight of him.
Gunnar glanced curiously at the buzzing phone tossed beside him on the couch. His night off had consisted of a good meal and now, television. Mundane but Sangren wasn't exactly a bustling big city. The bar would be his best bet for a rowdy evening out and he didn't feel like spending his time off drinking at his job. So tv it was. He shifted the whiskey he'd been drinking to his other hand, gripping the short glass while the other reached for his phone. It was Andy. Texting back was unnecessary. By the time he'd open the message window there was knocking and Gunnar frowned. That was damn fast.
Figuring it was all part of the new and vamped up Andy. Gunnar downed his drink and stood up. The liquor didn't burn in the least, weaker than the demon whiskey he preferred but it wasn't bad in a pinch. Despite her invitation, she was knocking and waiting, and that amused him greatly. There was a ghost of a grin on his face when he opened the door, taking in the sight of her, eyes alight and a thrumming power rolling off her slender frame that he could feel in his teeth. "Evening, lass. This a social call, then?"
Andrea realized that while she’d turned to sex in the past to let off energy after a good feed (aside from more murder, which she was still on the fence about), the palpable attraction she felt toward Gunnar added another layer to the electricity going through her veins. She now felt the power that was usually coursing through her mixed with pure want, and realistically she hadn’t felt that once since she turned. So there he was, standing there, smelling faintly of his shampoo and a little whiskey and whatever intro she’d prepared for him was out the window. Before she could even overthink her actions or chastise herself over human-taught visitor etiquette, she was inside, pressing him against the wall in seconds. She wanted to be wrapped up in that smell. “Yeah, I came to socialize,” she managed, unable to hide what she felt on her face as she took him in. She smiled at him, but it faded quickly as her glowing eyes scanned his lips before taking them into hers. Her hands acted fast as she drank him in, trailing from his hair to his beard to the hem of his shirt before she was tossing it. Every moment of breath she got to explain herself or say hello was passed over in favor of more kisses and the feel of his skin -- hot, against her cold.
Gunnar gave a sharp grunt when his shoulder clipped the door jamb, completely caught off guard, despite the hungry gaze in those glowing eyes. Wasn't like he was expecting Andy to come at him, scrabbling hands and a forceful kiss. He bore the impact with another rough sound, matching the frenzied pace of her grip when she tossed his t-shirt aside. Christ, the door was still wide open. Not bothering to break their connection, Gunnar curled a muscled arm around her waist, hauling her body tighter against his own, walking backwards into his apartment and shutting the door. Now, he was free to familiarize himself with the taste of her. Faint in his memory, tinged with something sharper that spoke to her new altered Andy state. A metallic taste lingered as his tongue curled and moved against hers, blood setting his own power on edge. Large hands hooked under her thighs, hauling her up higher only to drive her forcefully into the wall, pressing a low growl to her lips and returned her kiss with fervor.
His force almost made her giddy. Her body being slammed against the wall sent shocks of something through her — not quite pain, but something. Her legs wrapped around his middle, she pushed herself up a bit and bit his bottom lip, careful not to draw blood. Her nails scraped his back and as she pulled away to let him breathe, her eyes, still bright, never left his lips. There was so much going on in her thoughts, the feel of him, the taste, the haze it seemed to cause. She couldn’t take him in the way she wanted to in that hallway, even as she met his lips again, tugging a little on his hair to part again. “Take me in there,” she told him, nodding toward where his room was and hiking herself up, closing her legs tighter around his middle, her skirt pushed up so he could likely feel her arousal between them.
The bite to his lip nevertheless sent a bolt of heat through him and he responded with a hard, approving grunt. The earlier surprise at being pounced on was long gone, chased away with Andy's frenzied crushing kiss and insistent fingers gripping and pulling at his hair. His hands pushing further, making quick work of her skirt, letting it bunch at her waist before cupping her bottom. He would give in to her demand, a far cry from the last time she'd been in his bed. Nervous but with a bold streak that had pleased him. Gunnar could recall his words to her then; it would seem she'd taken the 'no thinking' to heart and then some. Now, he could feel her need, taste it in the power that rolled off her in waves and made his skin tingle. Easily, he walked back to his bedroom, letting his lips linger on hers, planting one last kiss before dropping her at the edge of the bed. He didn't bother with words, finding that action would prove better. He dropped to his knees with a careless grace and deft fingers skimmed her thighs, sliding up cool, soft skin until he reached her panties, giving no warning before ripping them soundly and tossing the soaked scrap of fabric aside.
The scent of her was stronger, unhindered by bothersome cotton and filling his nostrils, bringing out another rumbled growl in his chest. Gunnar was none too gentle when he yanked Andy closer, settling her legs on his shoulders and palming her ass with both hands, lifting her hips higher until he met her wet with a kiss. The taste of her, rich and dark, heavy on the tongue that worked around her hardened clit in languid circles, sucking and biting at the no doubt sensitive flesh. Gunnar groaned, pressing the sound to her pussy, because he'd thought about this before, having her like this that first time, flouncy skirt and an inexperienced Andy with trembling hands. But this Andy, warmed by borrowed blood and drunk on power was a beautiful thing. And Gunnar was determined to set her to trembling once more.
She chased the last kiss before he set her down, hungry for it. However, she didn’t have time to lament the loss of contact before he was ripping her nondescript panties and discarding them. That in itself was a new experience, causing her to bite her lip and push her hair out of her face so she could see everything he did through lidded eyes. She could hear his heartbeat and feel his blood rushing, that matched whatever rippled under her own skin. He pulled her like it was nothing, her body sliding down the bed and bouncing from the impact and she couldn’t help the slight gasp that left her. He was so...strong. And Andrea could feel so much. Every way he gripped her, hips, thighs, ass as he lifted her up like a drink with her legs on his shoulders, sent a shock of heat into her skin. It was an overwhelming feeling that she was desperate to chase.
When his lips made contact with her core, she bit her lip to stifle the initial moan. Her fingers scratched and gripped the comforter she laid on, chest rising quickly as he worked at her clit, unrelenting and determined. Her quick breaths turned into soft, rasping moans and she brought a hand up to run through her hair as she gazed down at him. Once her hair was out of her face, she placed her palm down on the bed, pushing herself closer into his mouth and steadying her other hand in his already tousled hair. She knew she was coating his tongue, and probably pulling his hair too hard as he lapped at her, but she could only gasp and moan again. And again.
The tugging at his hair sent his own hand to her center, slick arousal coating the two fingers he pushed inside, warming from his body heat and stoking the need that pooled low in the pit of his stomach. The give of her was soft and he curled his both digits, timing his strokes with the way he worked his tongue against her, building to a rhythm that was steady in its relentlessness. It was different; there was no heartbeat to steer him, no racing pulse but there was Andy's moans. The soft sounds he could hear beyond the slender thighs around his ears. Guided by her gasps and the way her hips moved against him, chasing the feeling he offered. She clenched around his fingers, powerful muscles calling forth an image of those same feelings, the wet give of her pussy gripping tightly as she slid down the length of him. And he wanted that, and more.
Her body was on fire, the heat being something she hadn’t truly felt in years -- no hot blood running through her veins, no opportunities to lay under the sun. But she felt his, and it shot through her by way of his curving fingers and eager tongue. It felt so good, so sensorily all consuming, and she could only let him know with quickened breaths and louder moans. She sat up, running her fingers through his hair, taking in the sight of him between her legs and she was overcome with greed. She wanted to see him fully, wanted him inside of her. Impulses acting faster than her thoughts, she pulled him up, tasting herself on his lips in a searing kiss. “Stand up,” she prompted, waiting for him to do so and undoing his belt and carelessly whipping it across the room. Once she had his jeans down, eyes glowing again as she momentarily took him in, she pulled him onto the bed and flipped their bodies in seconds. In any other instance she may have been taken back by the scope of her own strength, but she had one focus, and she was straddling him. Reaching down, she pulled him out of his underwear, biting down on her lip as she guided herself over his shaft. Andrea sank onto him, bracing herself with a palm on his chest and letting out a low groan until he filled her. Leaning forward, she kissed him again as she started to move, moaning against his lips and increasing her strokes.
Gunnar wasn't fazed by much, which only made Andy's super-powered switch up so surprising. The taste of her still lingered, and he could still feel the phantom clenches gripping his fingers, still glistening with her arousal. One minute she was moaning and tugging at his hair and the next she was pulling at him. Not that he minded. Not in the least. Her legs fell from his shoulders, his jeans soon followed once his belt clattered to the floor and he barely had time to register the feel of her lips against his before he was on his back and on the bed. He watched her, taking in the sight of her. Soft skin and slender curves deceptive in the sheer strength that lay underneath it all. Her eyes and that glow, strange but alluring. And he held her gaze, even as she gripped him, questing fingers lining up his length as she lifted her hips. She was still soaked and he slid in and out of that slickness with every measured rock. Gunnar cupped the back of her neck, keeping her near enough to kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in time with the hard snap of his hips to meet her strokes, swallowing the sounds she made, a low growl burning deep in his chest.
It was intense being this close, his hand gripping her against him, tongue brushing his as he filled her again. Andy only pulled away from his lips long enough to say his name. Their hips rocked together and she found her fingers in his hair again, lips drifting from his mouth to his bearded jaw, to below his ear, where she could smell the rush under his skin. Another thrust from him had her walls tightening around him more, reluctant to let him go with each movement and she could feel the swelling in her middle. She was close. Gently, she rolled them so he was still inside of her, settled between her thighs. Her legs went around him quickly, pushing him in a little deeper and earning a louder moan from deep in her throat. She liked looking down at him but she also liked this, feeling herself pressed down by the weight of him. Her mouth found his again as she urged his strokes, arms snaking around his neck to keep him near.
Gunnar felt a sharp flare of pleasure at the sound of Andy's voice, tasting the traces of his name on her tongue in the kisses she offered. On his lips, his jaw, her movements having no kind of order but he liked that she seemed to lose herself in the moment. The slick give of her body, moving with his thrusts and he could feel it in the way she flexed and fluttered around him that it wouldn't take much more. He moved easily with her shifting their positions. Slender, strong thighs kept him close, and Gunnar rocked into her soaked center, just as he felt her arms at his neck. He slid his arm under her back. Her body was powerful but pliant, skin like silk in his iron grip, pulling her closer, her hips pushed higher just as he surged forward, the slight angle causing him to go much deeper and he groaned at the feeling. He kept her right there, tucked into his muscled front, bare breasts crushed against his thumping heart as he pounded into her, knowing she could take the full force of his strength and that the hard, driving strokes would be just exactly what she needed. What they both needed. He kissed her then, letting his moans slip between their parted mouths.
Andy loosened one of her arms from around his neck, letting her hand graze his necklace before resting her palm on his chest. Her thumb grazed the scar there, other hand gripping at the hair on his neck as he thrusted more affirming cries from her. She could feel every move he made with their torsos pressed together, and the feeling she tried to keep at bay was catching up to her again, tingling in her toes, legs, thighs and finally deep in her core. She broke their kiss, sharply inhaling and gripping his hair tighter as she peaked. Bringing her arms back around his neck in a tight embrace, her legs relaxed slightly around his middle as she moaned through it. Her lips found his again, kisses a little softer this time.
His forehead rested against her brow, instinctively leaning into the light touch of her fingers on his skin, and savoring the tugging at his hair. The sharper grip felt damn good, echoing the frantic clench of her walls and he rocked his hips, chasing the feeling growing in the pit of his stomach even as Andy climaxed and clenched around him, feeling the tremble go through her slender frame. Her arms were tighter, squeezing his neck, matching the strength between her thighs, wrenching his orgasm from him with a deep growl. He pressed the sound to her lips in the kiss she offered, softer and a contrast to the impossible and delicious clutch of her slick center. He held her close still, free hand cupping her cheek to deepen their kisses.
She shivered in the comedown, thighs close around him, still greedy for the heat he provided. Andrea was rarely able to quell the energy coursing through her after feeding, so it added another layer to the post-orgasm bliss she felt -- the calm. She was always chasing it, and she’d seemingly caught up to up in this afterglow. Leaning back against the pillow completely, she placed her hand on top of his where it rested on her face. She didn’t even have the urge to speak, and it’s something she would have laughed at the thought of if the circumstances were different.
The silence wasn't at all uncomfortable, and Gunnar savored the stillness, letting his lips linger in the curve of her neck when Andy rested against the pillows. He could scent her, something dark and sweet, mixed with his own. It brought out a deep twinge, aftershocks from his release and he silenced the groan in her neck. Cool skin radiating power and a calm that called to him. He knew his weight was significant on her, and instinct told him to move, but he remembered. She was strong now, strong as hell. And he rather liked the way she surrounded him. Scent and strength. His hips rolled into another one of those phantom twinges and Gunnar slipped his arm from around her, letting Andy lie back fully, his thumb continuing to stroke her cheek. "So," he started, the words rumbled into the space right below her jaw. "All your 'hellos' are gonna be like this from now on?"
Andrea’s fingers threaded through his hair, still reveling in the way her body and mind slowed down. His sounds rippled into her skin and she smiled, distracted until she heard him speak. The small laugh she released surprised her a bit and she leaned into him before answering. “It wasn’t necessarily a part of my plan, I was thinking I would be really polite and ask you to put the tea on first. Then have some light conversation, I don’t know,” she joked, sighing and biting her lip for a moment. “But apparently I’m more of a doer these days.”
"Tea." He snorted at that. With one last kiss to her chin, Gunnar slipped from her embrace, rolling over to the side and onto his back with a low grunt. "Don't mind that, being one of those Andy impulses." He glanced over. "Works out for the both of us."
She sank deeper into the bed and pulled the blankets up in a wordless way of letting him know she planned to stay a while. Letting her fingers dance along his arm, Andy smirked at his comment and took note of it. She would be chasing this calm a lot. “Good to know.”
