Stage: By my side
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spongetasticHere by my side, an angel
Here by my side, the devil
Never turn your back on me
Never turn your back on me, again
Here by my side, it's heaven
Today she smelled just like a bakery. Peter figured she must have just come from work. Rigby always smelled good but today… the combination of fresh bread and sweet cake had him salivating. Even if he were just human Peter would be tempted to bite into her skin and find out if she tasted as good as she smelled.
The only problem was Peter already knew how she tasted. He licked his lips as the memory came back to him. He shut the door behind her, watching her for a few minutes. Her hair was draping her shoulders but that was hardly going to discourage him. He followed after her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“Your apartment is so bare,” Rigby complained, swaying a little in his arms. “I’m going to bring you a few things to liven it up next time I come by.”
Peter wasn’t paying any attention to her. He was nuzzling into her hair, breathing her in. God, she smelled so good. His fangs came out and he bit into her neck hungrily. He felt her jerk at the slight pain.
“Peter…,” she breathed out. Her hot blood was rolling on his tongue and he held the girl close so she couldn’t squirm away. Just as he felt her getting weak in his arms he stopped. Rigby slumped wearily in his arms.
Peter licked his lips, carrying the tired girl to his bed where he cleaned her neck and gave her a new bandage. The bandage was more for his sake than hers, at this point: a reminder that he couldn’t drink from her again for a while.
“You really should be wearing that choker I gave you,” he scolded her, though there was a fond lilt in his voice when he said it. Peter bent his head to kiss the girl’s cheek, and then her mouth. Rigby responded with a few slow kisses of her own.
“Maybe I want you to bite me,” she whispered against his lips.
“I could kill you,” he warned her, fingers combing gently through her hair. He was hovering on top of her now and Rigby shifted so he could be situated between her legs. Times like these Peter missed his heartbeat because he was sure it would be going a mile a minute.
Rigby’s eyes met with Peter’s and he couldn’t help shuddering at the look of love he saw there.
“I trust you,” she said in a whisper.
Peter swallowed, too overwhelmed for words. He kissed her, delving his tongue in to taste the warmth of her mouth. With fresh blood in his veins it didn’t take long for their kisses to turn more passionate. Soon they were naked in each other’s arms exchanging heated kisses as their bodies moved as one.
Peter kept straying back to Rigby’s neck. He would run a finger over it or simply stare. Once or twice his lips brushed the spot itching to bite in.
But he wouldn’t. And later he held her in his arms watching her sleep, feeling her chest rise and fall with her steady breaths and feeling as close to human as he would ever get.
Here by my side, the devil
Never turn your back on me
Never turn your back on me, again
Here by my side, it's heaven
Today she smelled just like a bakery. Peter figured she must have just come from work. Rigby always smelled good but today… the combination of fresh bread and sweet cake had him salivating. Even if he were just human Peter would be tempted to bite into her skin and find out if she tasted as good as she smelled.
The only problem was Peter already knew how she tasted. He licked his lips as the memory came back to him. He shut the door behind her, watching her for a few minutes. Her hair was draping her shoulders but that was hardly going to discourage him. He followed after her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“Your apartment is so bare,” Rigby complained, swaying a little in his arms. “I’m going to bring you a few things to liven it up next time I come by.”
Peter wasn’t paying any attention to her. He was nuzzling into her hair, breathing her in. God, she smelled so good. His fangs came out and he bit into her neck hungrily. He felt her jerk at the slight pain.
“Peter…,” she breathed out. Her hot blood was rolling on his tongue and he held the girl close so she couldn’t squirm away. Just as he felt her getting weak in his arms he stopped. Rigby slumped wearily in his arms.
Peter licked his lips, carrying the tired girl to his bed where he cleaned her neck and gave her a new bandage. The bandage was more for his sake than hers, at this point: a reminder that he couldn’t drink from her again for a while.
“You really should be wearing that choker I gave you,” he scolded her, though there was a fond lilt in his voice when he said it. Peter bent his head to kiss the girl’s cheek, and then her mouth. Rigby responded with a few slow kisses of her own.
“Maybe I want you to bite me,” she whispered against his lips.
“I could kill you,” he warned her, fingers combing gently through her hair. He was hovering on top of her now and Rigby shifted so he could be situated between her legs. Times like these Peter missed his heartbeat because he was sure it would be going a mile a minute.
Rigby’s eyes met with Peter’s and he couldn’t help shuddering at the look of love he saw there.
“I trust you,” she said in a whisper.
Peter swallowed, too overwhelmed for words. He kissed her, delving his tongue in to taste the warmth of her mouth. With fresh blood in his veins it didn’t take long for their kisses to turn more passionate. Soon they were naked in each other’s arms exchanging heated kisses as their bodies moved as one.
Peter kept straying back to Rigby’s neck. He would run a finger over it or simply stare. Once or twice his lips brushed the spot itching to bite in.
But he wouldn’t. And later he held her in his arms watching her sleep, feeling her chest rise and fall with her steady breaths and feeling as close to human as he would ever get.