birthrightgreen | When in your life did you know you were not alone?

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When in your life did you know you were not alone?

Even after everything I'd been told, after Jaenelle's messages, after meeting the High Lord of Hell...even after all of that, a part of me still couldn't believe. I didn't believe travel like that was possible. And despite always being careful to finish the kill lest I run into one of my victims wanting revenge one day, I still didn't really believe in the demon-dead. Not that they were still themselves, still sentient, and living in the way that matters. Dead, but not gone.

Or mayhap I'd just hoped she'd been spared that. I think I thought it was bad, to make the transition to demon-dead instead of sliding into the Darkness. An in between world where they were trapped. Would you want to be consigned to live in Hell? (No offense, Uncle Saetan) At least, as I had heard the tales, the answer was no. No. I didn't care if only the strongest made the transition. The Darkness seemed preferable, and I wished that for her. That final peace instead of continuing agony.

When he told me what she was, that she was not only demon-dead but Queen of the Harpies, I struck out in denial and fury. She couldn't be. Not her. Not something so filled with hatred and rage. But harpies are witches who die violently by a man's hand, and that is what happened to her. To Titian.

The Hall is an odd amalgamation of the living and the demon-dead and a Guardian. Nowhere else does it exist. The dead are supposed to stay in the Dark Realm. They shouldn't keep following the ties of the living. But Saetan's sons, his friends, they still follow him, dead or not. And she was still there.

All those years, just a passage through a gate away. All those years, crying for her when no one could see. Missing her. Alone, save for Sadi and no matter how wonderful a friend he is, he's no substitute for a mother. For my mother.

I stood on the other side of the door, my hand resting there, feeling the pulse of the room, the power of the Black, of the Ebony, that seems to make the Hall breathe. My hands were shaking and I wasn't sure how to make the knob turn. In the end I had to use Craft. And there she sat, looking like I remembered her, only far more nervous. Fear still in her eyes, though perhaps of rejection not the horrors my father visited on her. A moment. Two. We stared at each other.

And then I was in her arms, and she was holding me and humming softly the songs she sang to me as a child. And for once, I wasn't alone.

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He gasped, snuggling tighter. Clutching, almost clinging to her.

She nipped at his lips, wriggling a bit to shrug her arms out of her dress, then leaned in, pressing skin to skin.

He smiled against her mouth, making a little noise of pleasure that verged on a giggle. His hands slid up to help her lose the clothing, sliding along her arms, just caressing for the moment.

She thought to throw a Grey lock on the door before someone tried to offer their guest refreshments. She nipped again, smiling.

*Missed you a lot*

His mind's voice held the definite undertone of giggling. *I can tell!* He shivered a little, snuggling closer, teasing the tip of his tongue over her lips before kissing her again. *Missed you bunches and bunches.*

There was a laughing challenge in her voice as she tugged his shirt off. *Prove it*

*Mm...* He nipped at her neck for a moment before helping her get his shirt off. *What kind of proof?*

One hand covered hers, guiding it between his legs. *That kind?* Low and teasing and lustful amusement.

*Or the kind that makes me want to cover you in kisses and tell you I love you over and over again?* Still the edges of lust, but with adoration and affection.

Her fingers curled over him, stroking, as she pulled him back to her, kissing him hard.

*Either. Both. In rapid succession*

Cover her in kisses, he did. Lips, cheek, throat, neck, collar. Shoulder, back down to throat, over the swell of her breast.

*I think we can manage that.*

His body twitched, responding, pressing closer. Small, strangled moan.

She arched back to give him better access, but kept her fingers working over him slowly, before unpatiently undoing his pants and stroking over skin.

He closed his mouth around her nipple, suckling gently for a moment, then scraping teeth. Just lightly. Pulled back with a groan as she touched him, stroked him, to concentrate more on getting naked for a moment.

She whimpered at the light scrape of his teeth, and half growled when he pulled away until she realized why.

She wriggled out of the rest of her dress, helping him, fingers fumbling in her haste.

Clothes. Had. To go. No finesse.

Once they were gone, however, he could return his attention to the aforementioned kissing her all over. All. Over.

And since his mouth was occupied... *I love you* Almost tinged with laughter, joyful. *I love the way you move. I love the way you look. I love the way you touch me. I love the way you smile. I love the way you growl, all playful. I love the way your eyes light up when you get an idea. I love your passion, your ferocity. I love the way you play* Though he probably means 'play with your victims,' as much as anything else. *I love the way you fight. I love the way you dance.*

Smiling, mouth against her skin. *I love you.*

She smiled back, fingers stroking through his hair, over his skin, his back, his ass. Anywhere she could reach. Tiny sounds of appreciation when he hit sensitive spots.

A warm chuckle in his thoughts. *And I love you. Everything*

He smiled, kissing over her stomach, moving downward towards a decidedly sensitive spot. Tongue flickering over her skin, echoing her chuckle with an intimate sound of his own.

She gasped, fingers tightening in his hair.

"Samael..."

She wriggled a little under him, soft little sounds escaping her lips.

Fingertips playing along the inside of her thigh, sliding up over her stomach to her breast. Tongue just teasing over flesh yet, threatening to penetrate, skittering sensation just for a moment before it's gone.

She whimpered, already so wet, wanting, not sure where to touch, just brushing fingers over skin wherever she could.

Lips, tongue, he took his time about it, working his mouth over her, teasing and tasting. Enjoying every shudder and touch.

*Samael...* Whimpering plea, tugging at him.

*Mmm?* Playful. Teasing.

Fucking her with his tongue.

She cried out, arching her back, pressing on his tongue even as she tried to pull him closer.

Teeth scraped over her clit. Careful, gentle attentions to every inch, every moment and moan and little cry. Fingertips soothing over skin while he concentrated his mouth to making her cry out.

She writhed under his attentions, murmuring his name over and over in a litany as she soared higher very quickly, little trembling shivers dancing over her skin.

He wriggled down to kiss his way back up along the inside of her thigh, giving her a moment to cool down before working his tongue over and inside her again.

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