Love Bites

“Let’s go pinch a light from somewhere!” Oliver called over the music. I skimmed the bar for my siblings, seeing Valerie doing palm readings and Nikki passed out surrounded by glasses with Kellin and Chris. I guess Andy must’ve gone home since I didn’t see him but it was alright. Oliver grabbed my hand, not waiting for me to reply. Slowly, we swaggered out onto the cobblestone sidewalks together and headed for a cigar shop.


“We go to a pah-tee. And everyone tairns to see! This beautiful lady. Who’s walkin’ around with me,” Oliver crooned, bumping his hip into mine as he sang. I didn’t think we were that drunk but I found myself singing along with him, cheerfully crying out Eric Clapton lyrics as we stumbled down the street.


“And the-ehn she asks me ‘do you feel alright?’ And I say ‘yes, I feel wonderful tonight’.” Oliver leaned down and planted a kiss on my cheek . “God damn, I don’t know what the Hell was in that drink Ingle ordered us but I feel amazing,” he beamed. “Thorne, my dear, do you feel wonderful tonight?”


“I do indeed,” I giggled. He grinned before pulling me into a swanky sidebar. Oliver waltzed the two of us up to the counter and happily drummed his fingers on the counter before requesting a whiskey sour and a cigar. “Do you need to keep drinking?” I laughed.


He shook his head but kept that grin plastered on his face. “Not really. Obviously, us types have a low blood supply so it’s pretty easy for the alcohol to take over the veins. I still have those you know. We’re like…all lightweights.” Oliver snickered and rubbed his eyes. “Ah, Thorne, you’re so pretty. I did such a good job with you. I just want to sit back and admire you.”


“Why? I’m just me,” I shrugged.


Oliver plopped down in a leather arm chair before yanking me into his lap. “Ah, that’s where you’re wrong! You’re my Thorne! You’re different. And cute. I love my Thorne.”


“I thought we were just friends.”


He shrugged for the umpteenth time tonight and laughed. “Well, I don’t know,” he chuckled. “Maybe I realized I was wrong. Maybe my Thorne is the bestest thing to ever happen to me. Maybe I’m being selfish by denying myself everything I want!”


My stomach fluttered as I got a fuzzy feeling. It wasn’t that fuzzy feeling I got when Oliver used his stupid mind trick thing. This was something else and judging by the way Oliver was happily sucking his cigar and babbling about how happy he was, he must’ve felt the same way. “Oli, I feel…fuzzy,” I giggled using the only word that came to mind.


He grinned, fangs glittering in the bar light through his cigar smoke. “You know what that means?” Oliver gasped. “We have to go on an adventure to find the cleansing pool!” While I had no royal clue what that meant, it sounded fun. Fuck, maybe I did drink too much. I let Oliver drag me out of the bar and back onto the street where he led me to his Chevelle. Glowing, he got the door for me before climbing in and driving off. I initially thought we were heading back to Parish Estate, as Oliver was taking the same back roads necessary to reach his house. That was until he made a sudden turn onto a narrow dirt path that brought us out to the bayou. He parked the car only for me to see we were at a something like a freshwater pond he proclaimed was the “cleansing pool”. Despite being in the woods, there was a break in the trees allowing moonlight to flicker through and some of the bog gases were lit up around the lightning bugs.


“C’mon Thorne!” Oliver sang. “Let’s go swimming!” He pulled himself out of the car before stripping down to his boxers and running into the water. It looked like fun and that fuzzy feeling made me want to follow Oliver. I slipped out of my dress and flats, leaving them somewhere on the ground with Oliver’s clothes before wading out into the water after him.


“Oli, it’s freezing!” I whined.


“You living types are all so sensitive,” Oliver retorted, happily letting himself sink shoulder deep into the water. “C’m’here, dear. I’ll keep you warm!” I crept out a little closer to him, taking careful steps so I wouldn’t slip on the slimy rocks that were under the water. Oliver latched himself onto me, blissfully swaying me in the water as he hummed. I never bothered to consider how exposed we were. I never thought about another vampire coming in. I never asked how Nikki and Valerie were doing alone with Kellin and Chris. I never considered where Andy might’ve disappeared to. I just swayed against Oliver, shivering as he just kept humming Wonderful Tonight over and over.


“And the wond-ah of it all, is that you just. Don’t. Re-all-ize how much I love you,” Oliver sang. His hands found my hips before he dipped low enough to skim the water with my shoulders. “Thorne my darling, I’m so sorry for being so selfish,” he sighed.


I looked up at him and frowned. “Selfish? What? No. I’m the one that, you know, tried taking things too far-“


“Hush,” Oliver chuckled. “I was incredibly selfish and I recognize that. I’m just…scared. I hate knowing that I can’t savor the things I enjoy most.”


“I don’t understand?”


“Of course you don’t. You’re only a few years old. What? 19? 20? I’m 600 and I’m going to live a lot longer. You’re just…going to expire like a tomato.”


My eyebrows furrowed together as I tried understanding that. “I don’t like tomatoes,” I said.


The vampire snickered. “Thorne, that’s beside the point,” he grinned. “I was being selfish because I was scared that I’d make all these memories with you and then you’d just disappear. But fuck it. I’d rather have memories than nothing at all.”


I locked eyes with Oliver, trying to comprehend what he meant. His brown eyes searched me hopefully and that fuzzy feeling got stronger. It just wouldn’t go away. Oliver seemed to just make it that much worse.


“Thorne, call it stupid, but…I think I love you.” He bit his lip and waited for me to respond but I couldn’t seem to find words. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say. We were supposed to be friends but Oliver was attractive and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t sort of like him. Plus, he had the potential to make good boyfriend material. He was protective, got along with my siblings, was willing to help me in just about any way. As far as people to have feelings for go, he really wasn’t such a bad choice.


“Is it stupid?” Oliver asked, more to himself than me. “It doesn’t feel stupid.”


“It’s not stupid. You’re-I-are we…?”


Oliver shrugged but reached in to kiss me. His cool lips sent chills down my spine so I decided to try warming them up with my own. He was almost hungry about it, letting each kiss finish with a little more tongue than the last until I was brushing up against his obscene canines and bringing my nails down his back. I moaned a little when his fingers started tracing the seams of my bra.


“Why don’t we go back to the car?” Oliver chuckled, letting his arms droop lazily down my lower spine. “I can turn on the heat for you, dear, so you don’t get ammonia.”


“Pneumonia,” I laughed but I nodded, since being out of the water and closer to Oliver sounded much more appealing. He helped me out of the water, then up the bank where we gathered our clothes and piled into the back seat of the car. “There! Heat!” Oliver announced, turning the engine on so he could turn on the hot air. “You should get out of those wet clothes or you’ll get sick.”


“Oliver,” I whined. “I’ll still be cold so it won’t help that much.”


“Well…this won’t chafe so much,” Oliver cooed. I watched as his fingers hooked around my bra straps and slowly pushed them down. “And this won’t have to squeeze too tight.” He reached an arm around me and carefully unhooked the band holding my bra in place.


“Oliver.” A gasp escaped me as his fingers started feel around my breasts, rubbing on my already sensitive nipples. “O-Oli.”


“Sh. Just close your eyes and enjoy it.” I did exactly what he said, leaning back against the interior of the car as Oliver gently pulled away my bra and tried tugging my panties down. His hands were so cold compared to the heat coming from the air vents in the car, creating a deliciously refreshing contrast. Oliver’s lips brushed against mine teasingly. I reached for him, wanting him to be closer and needing to feel his cool skin on me. I never asked for permission, I just shoved my tongue into his throat. Without a single warning, Oliver slid a freezing finger along my slit.


“Thorne,” Oliver sang. “Someone’s a little wet.” I blushed and nibbled on his lip. He didn’t seem to mind and continued stroking the outside of my pussy with long, sweeping motions. I tried shifting my hips, hoping he’d get the hint. If he did, Oliver ignored it and kept rubbing circles on the outside. “Darling, you need to be patient,” he mused. I groaned as he continued toying with me, brushing my breasts without touching the nipples or just breathing on my slit. I reached such a point of bored frustration that I actually screamed when he slid a finger inside.


“Oh, fuck, you’re so tight,” he moaned, reaching up with his thumb. My breath hitched at the indescribable feeling of his digit on my clit. “Holy Hell, Thorne.” He pulled my knees apart as they started to come together so he could climb between them. I was still trying to adjust myself to the unusual feeling of his fingers in me and on me, which Oliver seemed to be enjoying himself. “You like that, don’t you love?” he whispered. I moaned as he breathed on my neck. “Then, would you mind if I tried something?”


I shook my head no, giving him the okay to do whatever it was he wanted to do. Oliver began planting little butterfly kisses on my neck as his finger pumped in and out, in and out, creating a sort of rhythm I wanted to follow. Everything was so soft and gentle, I shrieked when he bit my neck. At first, there was a little pressure but eventually he broke through the flesh, making me squeak underneath him. It hurt but it wasn’t like I had the option of pushing him away because then he might rip the skin. I grimaced, trying to focus on his hand and not the pain in my neck as he began massaging the area with his tongue. It was like getting a really hardcore hickey.


“F-fuck, Oli!” I whined. “O-Oliver. Stop.”


“Hm mm.”


I groaned again, feeling the waves of pain and pleasure taking turns as they caressed my body. My legs quivered again as his thumb traced my clit, slowly getting faster as I whined underneath him. I started getting hot, feeling my stomach starting to tighten as Oliver brought me closer and closer. “Oliver. I’m-ah…” My knees knocked together and my legs spasmed while I squeezed my eyes shut, becoming overwhelmed with a euphoric sensation washing over me. I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was look back at Oliver with my mouth hanging open and stare. I swallowed a breath of air and let my eyes roll into the back of my head as I got used to the feeling. Oliver didn’t say a word as I wiggled and moaned underneath him. He didn’t say a word as he slowly detached himself from my neck and brushed the tender flesh with his lips. He didn’t even say a word as he pulled off his wet boxers between my legs.


I don’t think it was the size that got me but more like the technique. Oliver wasn’t small by any means but he wasn’t overly generous either. He was a nice in between that shocked me when he thrust in, but quickly became something I could get used to and enjoy. “Holy fuck, Thorne”, he grunted, pushing gently in as he wiggled his hips. I gasped some sort of appreciation since I was more focused on him and the feelings than I was whatever he wanted to say. He started slow, testing the waters to see what he could get away with and taking the time to tease me. I clawed at his hips as he pawed at my boobs, hoping he’d get the idea. If he did, Oliver didn’t say anything. This was like a science project or a painting to him. Oliver did everything slowly and with care. It was alright until I wrapped my legs around his waist.


“Darling, all that tells me is that you’re prepared for something rougher and harder,” Oliver chuckled, gently pulling away. “Are you?” I nodded sheepishly before he flipped me over and readjusted me so we’d fit into the tiny backseat alright. He didn’t waste any time pushing himself back into me. I let out a small scream as he started pounding away at my lower stomach with a little more force each time. My hands searched for anything they could to anchor onto- the leather interior, the side of the car, Oliver- but I always wound up squirming and looking for something new. “Just…a little bit…longer,” Oliver grunted, wrapping a hand in my hair. I moaned. Mixing the pleasure of his member with the pain from how deep it was going started bringing back that euphoric feeling. He started getting sloppier as I got more desperate to finish. Oliver seemed to recognize that because he carefully massaged my clit, making me whine and squeal before he groaned again and pulled out.


“Ow,” I mumbled, way more hoarse than I figured I’d be. Oliver tilted his head and frowned.


“What’s wrong love?”


“That hurt,” I giggled. Oliver rolled his eyes, smiling sleepily as he pulled me into his chest. “Oli, can I ask a weird question.”


“I guess so.”


I stared at him, at his radiant figure that I assumed was now mine. A girly laugh came out of me again before I could manage the straight face I needed to ask such a question. “How do you get it up if vampires don’t have any blood supply or circulation?”


Oliver looked like he’d been hit with a mack truck before he started laughing too. “Holy Hell, I never wondered that but…that’s a really good question,” he snickered. “I mean, I guess minus being cold to you, it works the same as it did when I was alive so I never really thought about it.” He planted a fat kiss on my cheek and another gentle one on my neck where he’d bitten me. “Well, let’s go home. We can warm up and Google it!”


“You’re really going to Google how vampire boners work?”


“Well, not when you make it sound that bad,” Oliver retorted, making a face. He carefully slipped back into his dry jeans and t-shirt so I tried doing the same. I felt a little uncomfortable without a bra but it didn’t matter. We’d be back at Parish Estate and wearing pajamas in no time.


For the first time since it began when we met with Chris and Kellin, that fuzzy feeling felt completely natural. Maybe Oliver was my fuzzy feeling. That didn’t sound bad. No, Oliver turned out to be not bad at all.

Notes

Double update!