Cersei and Jaime, Underworld AU
(Since I never saw Underworld this is just a general Werewolf and Vampires!AU thing now)
„This entire place reeks of wet dog,” Cersei groused as she lifted her crimson red sleeve to cover her nose.
Jaime grinned, and his long fangs reflected the moonlight falling through the lonely window high in the walls of the stairwell they were climbing. The sight of his teeth, the smell of his hunger alerted her to her own thirst – since the day of their birth they had been hungry at the same time, and until their milk teeth had fallen out (eerily simultaneously), neither of them had been able to eat properly if they weren’t sucking at the same victim.
“Shouldn’t you be used to the smell by now, Cersei?” he asked, while he gently placed his hand on her hip, urging her forward ever so slightly. He had found a room where they’d be able to ‘feed’ without having to fear any interruption, at the top of this old, burned-out tower, and he was eager to get to this room.
“The pups smell different. Sharper. The half-mature ones especially.” She wrinkled her nose. “And I hate the smell of the female pups.” They smelled so completely different from her own children that Cersei hadn’t even realized that this smell was indeed coming from the little Starks at first. Her own children smelled like copper and iron, like she and Jaime did. Werewolf pups smelled like dog and earth. Disgusting.
(Wasn’t it a good thing that the mother’s blood always determined her children’s species? It would have been difficult to explain to her werewolf husband why his children didn’t have any of his species’ traits otherwise.)
Jaime smiled and leaned in closer to her, pushed his nose into her hair, right behind her ear. “You and your fine nose… Just shut the smells out, Cersei… Concentrate on the important ones…”
She raised her eyebrows and turned towards him, let him push her against the wall of the stairwell. “The important ones, huh? Like your smell?” She grinned and leaned forward to lick a fine line over the seam of his mouth.
He opened his lips and nipped her tongue ever so gently. “If you keep doing this, I’m going to have my midnight meal right here and now,” he whispered against her lips.
She grinned and leaned back, so that he could see how she opened her mouth and let the tip of her tongue run over her own sharp fangs. “Let’s go up there. I know you, Jaime, you need more space than this for your meal…” And so did she.
He grinned and leaned down slightly, just to let his tongue glide over her carotid. A warm shiver ran through Cersei’s body, but then she hissed lowly to remind him to finally move up the last few stairs and into the room at the top of the tower.