Etc: Heartbeat
Nov. 19th, 2010 09:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetastic"Give me your hand, I want you to feel this."
Peter tried to feed right before he met with Rigby. That way, he didn’t have to take hers when they were intimate. Not that they needed to be that way. Peter was perfectly happy just spending the evening with her. She made him feel alive.
But tonight the blood was running hot in his veins and he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Peter’s lips ran over Rigby’s skin slowly at first and then with more fervor. He had them both naked on the bed in moments and proceeded to feel over her whole body. He loved how warm she was, how she would squirm under his cool touch.
His lips went to her neck. It was purely on instinct. Peter’s tongue ran over old bite marks and sucked gently on the spot. She lets out a groan and tilts her head to the side. The whole length of her neck was there being offered to him. She was doing that a lot lately. Slowly Peter pulled away from her.
“Why do you do that?” he wondered.
“Do what?” Her breathing was short, her eyes dark in lust. She looked dazed and unsure of why he was stopping so suddenly.
“You let me drink from you.”
“I…” Rigby wet her lips. “I like it,” she admitted quietly. Peter pulled his lips into a frown. He pulled away to sit up in bed. Rigby slid up to sit next to him, her head nestling against his shoulder.
“Rigby, give me your hand.” Puzzled, she complied. “I want you to feel this,” Peter said, and placed her hand on his chest.
There was no body heat. His chest didn’t rise or fall, since he didn’t need to breathe. And perhaps most importantly, Rigby would feel no hint of a heartbeat.
“I don’t want this for you, Rigby,” Peter told her. “I won’t do it.” Rigby let out a sigh, pressing a kiss on his cheek. Peter kept his eyes forward but Rigby kept kissing his face until he submitted and caught her mouth in a kiss.
They ended up making love after all. Peter still gave attention to Rigby’s neck but he didn’t bite her, and she didn’t insist. As always when it was over Peter would watch her and wish he was human. Rigby tapped a rhythm on his chest right where his heart would be. She wished that, too, and he couldn’t give it to her. But he could love her.
Peter tried to feed right before he met with Rigby. That way, he didn’t have to take hers when they were intimate. Not that they needed to be that way. Peter was perfectly happy just spending the evening with her. She made him feel alive.
But tonight the blood was running hot in his veins and he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Peter’s lips ran over Rigby’s skin slowly at first and then with more fervor. He had them both naked on the bed in moments and proceeded to feel over her whole body. He loved how warm she was, how she would squirm under his cool touch.
His lips went to her neck. It was purely on instinct. Peter’s tongue ran over old bite marks and sucked gently on the spot. She lets out a groan and tilts her head to the side. The whole length of her neck was there being offered to him. She was doing that a lot lately. Slowly Peter pulled away from her.
“Why do you do that?” he wondered.
“Do what?” Her breathing was short, her eyes dark in lust. She looked dazed and unsure of why he was stopping so suddenly.
“You let me drink from you.”
“I…” Rigby wet her lips. “I like it,” she admitted quietly. Peter pulled his lips into a frown. He pulled away to sit up in bed. Rigby slid up to sit next to him, her head nestling against his shoulder.
“Rigby, give me your hand.” Puzzled, she complied. “I want you to feel this,” Peter said, and placed her hand on his chest.
There was no body heat. His chest didn’t rise or fall, since he didn’t need to breathe. And perhaps most importantly, Rigby would feel no hint of a heartbeat.
“I don’t want this for you, Rigby,” Peter told her. “I won’t do it.” Rigby let out a sigh, pressing a kiss on his cheek. Peter kept his eyes forward but Rigby kept kissing his face until he submitted and caught her mouth in a kiss.
They ended up making love after all. Peter still gave attention to Rigby’s neck but he didn’t bite her, and she didn’t insist. As always when it was over Peter would watch her and wish he was human. Rigby tapped a rhythm on his chest right where his heart would be. She wished that, too, and he couldn’t give it to her. But he could love her.