Sylvie

Sighing lightly and tucking her knees up, Sylvie adjusted herself to get comfortable in Casey’s lap. “You know I was wrong about something.”  Sylvie peered up at her partner, her eyes settled on half-moons. “Before I forget, thank you for the blood and…”  She twisted one of her cornrows, “…for the braids.”  She teased Casey and licked her lips.

“They are called cornrows, my blood-angel.”  Casey moved her arms so that Sylvie’s head was cradled. “You are very welcome, I enjoyed doing it.  Kept me from thinking about Amber too deeply.”  Casey flipped her long strawberry hair over her right shoulder and locked her bright eyes on Sylvie’s. “What is it that you were wrong about, Miss Miakoda?”  Upon seeing Sylvie’s deft tongue pop out, Casey smiled and giggled lightly. “Why should I trust that amazing tongue of yours?  You locked up on me not two hours ago.”  Casey raised one eyebrow. “I know from experience that I am irresistible, down there.”  She tapped her big chest, “Up here as well..but..”  Casey ran a finger across Sylvie’s bluish cheeks, “…You aren’t really interested in them.”

Squirming in Casey’s lap at the image of them having sex, Sylvie almost forgot what she wanted to say.  “I do love you so sun-daisy.”  Sylvie playfully winked. “You signed up for precog abilities when you said you loved me.”  She took Casey’s finger and kissed it lightly on the tip. “All the same, I was wrong about the blood bunnies becoming wards.  Amber is living proof.”

After letting out a pleasing breath, Casey curled her eyebrows for a moment, “I’m not sure why that matters to you?  It seems a little odd detail to recall, Sylvie.”

“I like to be accurate with what I try to tell you, my lovely marine biologist.”  Sylvie paused, “I said it for everyone to hear at some point, I think we were in the bar?”  Sylvie laughed and suckled on Casey’s finger for a couple of seconds, “Mmm, I don’t suppose it matters at this point.”  Pulling Casey’s wrist to her lips, she placed another row of kisses along the tender side. “Humm…for the record, plucky-love, I am interested in your breasts.  I just know that too many have focused on them, instead of the lovely person you are and…god help me…your innocent beauty.”  Lazily propping herself up, Sylvie kissed and nibbled on Casey’s neck. “All it took was one touch, Casey.”

Watching as Sylvie laid down once more, Casey grinned wide. “One touch and like a year for me to come around.”  Casey finally registered what Sylvie said about her breasts, “Oh really?  So, you are like everyone else!”  Casey folded her arms and let out a playful huff. “So predictable.  Tits, tits, tits..that’s all the world sees.”

Resuming the dainty kisses on Casey’s wrist, Sylvie felt the pang of hunger as her lover kept speaking.  Sylvie reached for a bottle of blood and had started drinking when the joke Casey uttered hit her.  Nearly spitting blood all over the floor, Sylvie sat up and gulped hard, coughing just after she did so. “Soooo…not fair.”  She laughed and sat up on the bed, stretching out her legs. “I suppose I should tell you the entire vision.  It is a big one and I am sure we will need lots of help.”

It took the better part of two hours for Sylvie to convey the full range of items that occurred within her latest vision.  When she’d finished speaking, Sylvie noticed the red ring around Casey’s blending with the yellow and creating an orange. “Yeah, I know.  It upsets me as well.”  

“I want to punch Alan, more than once.”  Casey shook her head defiantly, “Right in the crotch.  Maybe then the fucker wouldn’t manipulate everyone around him.”

There was silence for a few seconds before both vampires said fairly loud, “Unbelievable bastard!”  They looked at each other and got into a little word game, “Jinx…jinx…jinx…jinx..”

Content to let Casey have the win, Sylvie stopped and began laughing. “I think that proves we are of the same mind.”  She over and twirled some of Casey’s light red hair around her finger.  Still semi-giggling, Sylvie added, “When are you going to get a third eye?”

Reaching over and lightly grabbing the bottle of blood, Casey took a healthy sip in an attempt to calm herself. “Hopefully never.  That’s all yours…”  Casey winked, “My little moon-flower.”  Once she’d gotten her latest pet name out, Casey got a serious look on her face, “I know we have to wait out the day, but the real question is…”  She paused and pulled Sylvie back into her lap, so the two were hugging tightly. “...are we going to do the tasks on the list?  I mean I know you promised Amos to get the ledger, so I am fine with that.”  Casey lightly kissed Sylvie along the lines of her neck, “I kinda want to tell Alan to go fuck himself over the rest of the things.”

Shivering from light the touch of Casey’s cool lips, Sylvie managed to somehow gather her thoughts through the romantic moment. “Mmm, Yes…”  Sylvie moaned lightly, “...I wouldn’t have had the vision if I weren’t supposed to be part of this, so I …”  She lightly panted and felt her body getting warmer under Casey’s wanting lips. “...I… ohhh by the spirits….mmmm…”  Sylvie tilted her head and exposed her neck to Casey. “...th-think…”

Licking her way up to Sylvie’s ear and nibbling lightly, Casey whispered, “Can you think darling?”  Casey purred lightly so Sylvie could almost feel the contentment. “I’m not being fair I know…”

Gulping hard then leaning back into Casey’s swirling tongue as it traced down her shoulders, Sylvie gathered enough strength to do more than happily sigh, “...N-no, I can’t really think…but, but…I do wa-want to get Franco’s skull, the man deserves to be put to rest correctly..n-not to be some display in a museum.”  Hands shaking furiously, Sylvie somehow clutched the bottle of blood and drained it completely.  “K-K-Kody…um..um..”

Whispering with a hint of a giggle, Casey teased. “Yes?  Did you want to say something my quiver-bunny?”

Feeling the empty bottle slip from her hands, Sylvie took in a passionate and deep breath. “I-I really want to say something, but I am mostly helpless to those lips…”  Sylvie had an errant thought, “Along with those huge boobs of yours, pressed into my back.”

Resuming her kisses, Casey lightly snorted. “I’m not convinced, Sylvie.  You are too tame right now.”  She waited a second between kisses. “So, we are still going on the adventure?”

Slipping free and turning so she faced her newborn vampire, Sylvie nodded. “We finish the adventure.  I think there is something to the white beast.  I just don’t know what.”  Sylvie raised one long eyebrow, “Now then, my strawberry-muffin…you have tortured me enough.”

“What do you mean I have tortured….”  Casey started to rebut

Sylvie shook her head and got a somewhat stern look on her face. “Now is a good time to see exactly what I can do, Casey.”  Sylvie smiled, “Shh..now…say nothing.”

“What does that…”  Casey felt a clamp come through her mind and made her stop talking. 

Sylvie asserting her control over her new vampire, She uttered the next command. “Now then, don’t move a muscle.  Sit there like a good Barbie doll.”  Sylvie smiled and pulled free of Casey’s warm arms, then sat on her knees. “Now that it’s settled that we do the list, I am going to address the little word you keep using with me.”  Sylvie placed both of Casey’s hands on her breasts. “Squeeze your nipples just enough to please yourself.”  She waited until Casey’s fingers responded to her command. “Do you know what that word was, lovebean?” Sylvie waited for a few seconds with a devilish grin on her face. “Speak.”

Finally able to open her mouth and have control over her lips and tongue, Casey let out a hard breath and smiled. “I can only guess the word I kept using is … torture.”