Love at First Lick - Episode 2
Yukimura Sanada & Evie Ashton
You can catch up with Episode 1 here
This FanFic continues with the world of Dystopian Future AU, involving our ever-amazing Tsundere and my OC. There will be some steamy moments, possible triggers involving blood and knives, and of course a good ol’ time
The story depicted was a joint effort between myself and my writing partner, @briars7
Showing uncharacteristic excitement, his face lights up and he grins. “Yes!! Woohoo! Let’s get this fiery lass good and dru-yi haaa...E-Evieeee?”
He bites his lips to keep any more sounds from spilling out, looking something like a clam he was trying so hard. Nodding vigorously he just sat there for a moment, somewhat in a daze what with the direction her hands were going. With a start he came to himself and had to use his hands to remove his legs from around her waist, ending up in a sort-of hug. Breathing in her exquisite scent, he said as much out loud. His blush burned brightly, but he repeated himself, sitting back on the table and rubbing his knees against her hips. “You smell like a newly greased machine, ready to purr for its creator.”
He realized somewhat belatedly that she might assume he was imagining her purring for him, or that he was the creator, or some other such pretentious thoughts. Flip.
He was surely somethin else. She hasn't seen him like this before--EVER! She couldn't believe how that look on his face made her feel. She wanted to keep teasing him, sliding her hands lower and lower...but then he was in her face and she blinked.
When he leaned back, it was her turn to look stunned. That blush was doing wonders for her desire. That was her kryptonite. She gulped. And then...he spoke.
"What?" Her word came out a half laugh, filled with incredulity. She did smile though and found herself genuinely unsure what to say. It was one of the cutest and really the sweetest things she's ever heard him say. While she wasn't one to purr, and he was her play thing, not the other way around, she let it slide. She didn't want to quell this newfound sense of honesty.
"Riiight. I'm thinking you'll be the one purring, babe." She leans in and runs her tongue along his lips.
Then she disappears from his personal space and eventually the room. When she returns, she's got a bottle of liquor and two shot glasses, "Hold these." She holds out the glasses and removes the lid from the bottle. Before she fills up the glasses, she takes a long swig straight from the bottle, "And don't get any ideas. Those are both mine for now. I have some catching up to do."
He sat there, patiently waiting for her return and swinging his legs under the table while singing some tune he’d picked up. Grinning he licked his lips, remembering the feel of her tongue and enjoying the taste she left behind.
She sashays back into the room - or is the room the one doing the swaying - and he eyes the glasses warily. An audible sigh of relief is released when she informs him that they are for her to partake of, although with a bottle so readily handy he’s not sure why she bothered with the glasses. He could probably take a shot...maybe two...before he’d be of no use to anyone. As it was he was barely holding onto his self control. Well...he’s not really aware of how much of that he no longer has. But he’s fairly certain he’s retained some.
“Huh. The guys said something about alcohol tolerance. How soon is this gonna hit you, Evie? Oh they also mentioned what you’ve eaten - or the lack thereof changes things. They talked a lot.”
She isn't really planning on using the glasses, but watching him do exactly what she says without question is... Well, rather amusing. She slams back another swig. The burn of the alcohol sliding down her throat does nothing to faze her.
"I have a pretty high tolerance Yuki, but don't worry. [The lack of food will help speed things along.] By the time it kicks in, you'll have other things on your mind. Now...lay back." She doesn't wait for him to obey. She shoves him back and immediately climbs on top of him; straddling his hips.
Another swig. Slamming the bottle down by his head, she wastes no time in claiming his lips with hers. The kiss is fervent and wild. Her lips press hard into his and her tongue invades his mouth. She grips onto his hair and tugs his head, forcing his mouth to open wider. She bits at his lower lip and releases, panting for breath.
Grabbing the bottle, she remembers her knife and reaches back to grab it from the table. A mischievous glint in her eye is all the warning Yuki gets before she's pressed the edge to his chest and makes a small slice. Then, without warning, she pours the liquor onto the fresh wound and quickly runs her tongue along the area. A mixture of blood and alcohol fills her tastebuds as she laps at his flesh. Glancing up at him to gage his reaction, she smirks, "You still love that I don't hold back? Because I'm not done."
Half of him on the table, the other half dangling off where his feet don’t reach the floor gives him a sense of vulnerability and he jerks underneath her when the bottle is violently set down beside his head. A thrill of excitement runs through him, settling in his core to smolder in a fire.
Her taste and the passion she brings with it are more intoxicating than the liquor she’s knocked back. He groans into the kiss as she takes control of his head and arches into her. Yes they need to breathe, but he’d gladly lose consciousness just to have her lips on his for longer.
A small cry escapes his lips and he hisses through his teeth at the twin pains taking place on his chest. Lifting his head, he watches with lust darkening his hazel eyes while she takes in his flavor mixed with alcohol. She was so freaking hot! He lifted his hands, but for some reason they were still holding the shot glasses. An eyebrow goes up and he gives them a mental shrug. Looking back down at her he grins and winks. “No holds barred, Evie. Keep it comin’.”
With him fully on board with her machinations, she sits up again and eyes his bared flesh. What exactly she has planned...she has no clue. She rarely does, but she appreciates his canvas as if she were an artist preparing her brush strokes.
"Comin, huh..." She smirks at the double entendre and brings her knife to his chin. Tilting his head back with the tip, she eyes the glasses in his hands, "Go ahead and put those down, babe. I'm going to want you to use those hands of yours soon."
With that, she trails the sharp edge down his throat slowly, humming as she goes. Where she'll stop...nobody knows. Ah, there. Her knife stops just below the groove of his pectoral muscle and she presses the blade to create a curved slice that follows the ridge. Another slice just below that one, but closer to his side. And then she drags a longer slice back towards the center of his abs.
Blood trickles from the wounds. Her eyes flicker with lust and satisfaction. She licks his blood from her knife and stabs it into the table by his ear. Repeating the same process as before, she pours the liquor onto his wounds and follows each newly made groove with her tongue, "Like I said, Yuki. I want you to use your hands, so use them. Don't just lie there like a wet noodle." She smirks into his skin; speaking as her tongue continues to move along. Her tease is all coming from her heart--as she loves every single thing this guy does, whether he's manhandling her or letting her run the show.
The way she looks at him makes that fire burning below migrate to his heart. Or more like share the intensity till he was nothing but heat, love, and desire.
Obedient...yes. Completely and unquestionably. The glasses were set down and his hands lay empty at his sides. His head is tilted up and stays there; he’s as good as blind to whatever she does next. That serves to heighten the sensations she brings with her knife.
He’s not quiet. Unlike his lover, when he feels pain and pleasure he lets loose with a series of moans and keening whimpers. Eyes roll into the back of his head but besides the rapid heaving of his chest he holds still.
Once he had her permission it was like a spring being released. His hands reach out and grasp her hair, pulling it back out of her face and giving it a good tug. He decides he likes the action - a lot - and tightens his hold. Dragging her face towards him, he sits up slightly to meet her and groans into her lips. He’s trembling with hunger for her and the electrifying pain zipping along nerve endings.
“Yo- ahhh ya got it, Evie. Don-don’t sto- mmmh. Things are looking up heh.”
