Got asked, “What do you do if no one reads your writing?” I said, “Write anyway.” Sure, I appreciate it more when others enjoy my art.. but I’d perform my art if I had an audience or not, the audience just makes me better.
* * *
Jaana stood at the border and looked towards the horizon and it’s lights. She could see a group of teenagers around a bon fire on the desert floor. Wasn’t that against the eco rules? Didn’t fires on the sand leave marks that would be there for hundreds of years? She shook her head, raven hair settling in the still air, it wasn’t as if she followed the latest round of ’save the planet’ the breathing were so fond of. The world seemed to get smaller and smaller, perhaps her own kind just needed to start feeding more often.
The form that came out of the night’s shadow was big, very big. Jaana had been considered short even when she was alive in an era where malnutrition was common and height rare. She was used to looking up at people of the newer generations, but at this new comer she wanted to take a step back to get a feel for all of his being. She wondered if he were playing intimidation mind games, she would no longer be able to sense them. His skin was similar to her’s in that it was pale under colour, but where her’s was a light olive, his was the red of the native people of this continent. Ancient times past, their people may have been cousins, but it was a distant relation now.
He seemed perfectly happy to stand under the starlight and stare at her. Was this some sort of status game of chicken? She’d never been good at politics. “I’m guessing you’re the representative from the ruling Lord?”
“Sometimes.” The deep voice rumbled. “Tonight I am. Tomorrow I might not be.”
~That’s bloody helpful.~ Jaana thought darkly, probably not hiding her irritation any. She was a dancer, not an actress. She was supposed to show others the joy she felt, not hide it away behind false personalities and created roles. “I’m Jaana.” she finally said into the silence.
“John.” came the reply.
Silence ruled once more, Jaana could almost imagine she could hear the music from the party below.
“What do I have to do to get permission to enter his domain?” She finally asked, giving up on her limited abilities at tact and subtly.
White teeth gleemed in the darkness, the shadow shifted to remove a pair of sunglasses, revealing pale blue eyes that gleamed red in the pupil. “Ask nice. Which you did. Promise to behave. Which you will.”
“I promise to obey the laws of our kind and the laws of the city as given to me. If I disagree with said laws, I shall leave before the next sunrise.” She agreed.
“And if you break those laws, you’ll leave with a hunt on your tail to the next domain. If you’re coming from the north and you left friends at your back, that’d be your best way to go. Of course, I’d know that and it’d be to your disadavantage to have me know where you’re going.”
His voice seemed to fill her bones with its vibrations. “You’re the huntmaster.” It wasn’t really a question.
“I’m the huntmaster.” He agreed. “Welcome to Las Vegas.” He turned to walk away then turned to look back, “If you ever need me, I can be found at the Cafe’ Loco, most nights.”
“Right.” she echoed and watched the dark shadow disappear into the ink of the desert at night. She was jealous of his night sight. Her new father had the gift, but she’d yet to learn it yet herself. Complications, complications.
She turned back to her bike and kicked off the stand before wheeling it back across the sand. Probably a good thing there wasn’t a mortal anywhere nearby, that even the highway was empty, a four eleven little thing pushing a Triumph Bonneville across sand without breaking a sweat would probably come under the heading of ‘things not credible.’ It wasn’t a big bike, but it was still big for her.
Soon enough she was on the black top and braiding her hair. She dragged leathers out of the saddlebags and untied the helmet. The full face had a few advantages over those that had the ‘cool factor’. No bugs in her teeth, harder to recognize her facial features, and the cops were less likely to hassle her. Though, she still seemed to get pulled over by the bored bike cops wanting to talk shop. They were always in for disappointment, she liked her ride, but she couldn’t quote stats or name parts. But then, they probably couldn’t name the parts of the boots on their feet. Swinging into the saddle was always more of a hop than a smooth operation, but soon enough the engine was purring and she was on her way.
City of lights, city of nights, city of sin, city of .. well, who knew what really. She had permission to be here, but she still had to earn her way. As long as she managed to avoid Reynald, all would be golden. She didn’t think the Lord of the City would be particularly happy with her if she started a full out fight with a Mage in his city.
* * *
~If we could fly, would we?~ Jaana wondered as she sat in the snarled up traffic of Las Vegas. She supposed it was better than Los Angeles, but still, as idiots weaved in and out and got nowhere in a hurry she could only wonder what a mess humanity would make on transportation if everyone had access to three dimensions. On the other hand, a sudden impact with the ground would potentially solve the idiot gene pool that seemed to be spreading across the lands.
She pulled her bike into the parking lot of the apartment building that would have seemed ancient to mortal kind. To her it was as young as everything else in this land. ~I know my family came here for opportunity, and I came her to dance for their fiddles, but really, it still ripples my sanity that I, and they, are still here.~ She parked the motorcycle easily enough and grabbed her saddlebags. She fished around in the left one for the keys to the apartment she’d rented before she’d even known if she would be allowed into the domain of the Vegas lord.
The lobby smelled faintly of lemongrass and ginger. She’d smelled more irritating things in worse places, she supposed. She ignored the elevator that seemed to consider refusual of movement every time a button was pushed and took the stairs. Stairs rarely trapped you wondering if you should force your way out or risk the rising sun. Her apartment was on the third floor, facing a courtyard that had since been covered. The realtor she’d hired had been very doubtful she could possibly want it ‘You’ll never see the sun!’ the woman had protested. Jaana had said she’d be sure to not bring any plants. The woman hadn’t seen the humour. But then, she’d yet to meet a realtor who would work by fax and phone with a sense of humour.
The apartment was as she had been promised; hardwood floors and high ceilings. Her steps echoed faintly as she closed the door and walked into the living room. There was no balcony, but she couldn’t imagine anyone ever wanting to be out in the desert heat during daylight hours and by the time the sun went down, you were probably better occupied with other things. Her impression of Vegas was that no one really sat down and appreciated the outside world.
Jaana dropped her saddlebags by the door to the master bedroom and dug out the theatre drapes. Everything else she could want was easy enough to buy or steal, but the risk of new housing without a way to block light was not an option. Hanging curtains didn’t take more than few minutes. She should have less questions than usual if she should actually bring anyone home with her, she doubted it was unusual for people to work nights in this city. Her existence would be much easier if she had less morals than most of her kind, just eat and kill anyone who gave you problems. But, she’d come into the darkness at death’s door due to plague and a burning need for revenge, she wasn’t the average of her kind.
Glancing at her watch, she decided she had more than enough time to go cruise the casinos and find some dinner before there was even a risk the sun would start its journey across the sky.
* * *
Jaana couldn’t say she’d ever really understood gambling. The games changed over the centuries, but the general principal seemed to remain the same - he who could cheat best won. People flushed away more money than they could afford day after day chasing a star of a dream just out of reach. The more even the game, the less she understood it. She watched people put coins in machines for hours, just sitting there hoping and praying to the money gods for hope of a payout and maybe breaking out even. There were plenty of entertainments she thought much more cost effective and even more than were actually entertaining.
The lights spiralled and the music of money chimed and she moved through the herd. If anyone had designed these places she’d have thought the ancients of her kind not humanity. It seemed a place designed to take advantage of the prey and most humans were piss poor hunters. She got asked her age by security regularly, hadn’t they ever met a short person before? Of course, that she’d been sixteen when she died and her age froze probably didn’t help but money provided all things including an identity that said she was twenty-three. They all thought it was fake ID, as it was, but couldn’t prove it considering it had come from the government agency that issued the real ID. She knew they could ask her to leave, but the lust for money seemed to overcome common sense. Jaana couldn’t say she’d ever had money woes, when she hadn’t had money she stole what she needed and once reliable banks came into the picture she took the long view for investments. While often she was paid for dancing, she danced for the love not the money.
She spotted a male being obnoxious to one of the staff. Obviously she wasn’t allowed to plant a knee in an uncomfortable place to make him let her go, so she was forced to try and play nice while he grabbed her arm and tried to drool on her cleavage. Jaana spotted the security staff who should be protecting the woman giving directions to an elderly couple who looked like they should have been buried five years before. ~Thank the gods that will never be me.~ She stifled the shudder at the thought of being that old and broken.
“C’mon darlin’, just tell me when you get off shift..” the man was slurring his words but his grip seemed solid enough.
“Forget her,” Jaana said with a twist of mental force to her words. The man turned to look at her, eyes starting to glaze over, “You can do better. You can find willing.”
The man let go of the waitresses arm. The waitress immediately started rubbing her arm and said “Thanks!” quietly. She slipped off, obviously to go get security to rescue her rescuer.
Jaana didn’t need rescuing and she didn’t want this mortal rescued either. “Come with me,” she told him.
“Well, you betcha!” he seemed to be warming up to her, happy to lead her in the direction she wanted him to go.
She supposed she should be grateful that he was staying in the casino, she wasn’t sure she wanted to put up with him long enough to get to whatever hotel he was staying in if it’d been elsewhere. The room was one of the cheapest the casino offered. Once the door was closed and he leaned into her she grabbed his alcohol fuelled mind in her own. “Sleep.” She ordered and he collapsed on the spot. She’d had to jump out of the way to avoid getting fallen on. Grumbling curses under her breath she dragged the sot to the bed and hefted him up. The weight wasn’t so much the problem as his size, he was an awkward mess of jelly. How could she have known the idiot wouldn’t go to bed to sleep like most normal beings would?
Once she had him sprawled across the bed she straddled him. She leaned down and placed lips and canines against his neck to drink deeply. She was tempted to leave him to be found dead of exsanguination but discretion was the better part of valour. Not just because she couldn’t imagine her brand new Lord would be very thrilled if she left dead bodies about to be found. Instead, with a bit of a buzz from the alcohol filled blood, she clambered off and left in sleeping deeply. He’d have one hell of a hangover and probably wouldn’t be good for much for several days if he didn’t visit a doctor, but he probably wouldn’t die.
She had a one sided conversation with the drunk about how he should treat females in the future, but she wasn’t sure how much of it actually stuck in his subconscious. Ah well, maybe he’d apologize to the waitress, or maybe he’d go back to blaming his mother or father or uncle Sid for whatever problems were rattling around in his head.
She checked herself for blood splatters in the door’s mirror. Spotless, she went back out into the hall and made her way out of the casino. Even satisfied and full, she couldn’t say she could understand the attraction of the places any better than before she’d walked in.
* * *
The woman who she followed up the stairs of her apartment building smelt of jasmine and wood smoke. The blonde was taller than her by a few inches and spiked heels, long hair curled around her, Jaana was deliberating whether it was natural or not. Green eyes smiled down at her when she held the door open for her at her floor. “Hey, weren’t you out in the desert tonight too?” the woman asked as Jaana walked under her arm.
The vampire turned to look up, eyebrow raised in a credible Spock impersonation. “I’m surprised you could see me with the campfire at your back.” She stopped in the doorway.
The woman shook her head, “Naw, I was out, y’know.” A biological function of some kind, Jaana assumed. “You and some giant hunk of man. I only remember ’cause of the juxtaposition.” She transferred holding the fire door with her shoulder and held out her right hand, “I’m Sasha.”
“Jaana.” she replied, shaking the hand, trying her best to emulate the strength of a normal mortal. There was something about this Sasha that tugged at the side of her sight and brain.
“Guessing you’re new to town and just took over three thirteen?” Sasha seemed reluctant to let go of Jaana’s hand.
“That’s me,” Jaana confirmed. Was the woman looking for an invite over? “I’m afraid I’m a bit short on furniture at the moment.”
Sasha grinned, “I know how that is. I’m up in five sixteen if you ever need a cup of sugar or company or anything. I’m a painter, I’m home most of the day.”
“I’m a dancer, I tend to sleep the days away.” Which seemed less odd in the winter months when the days were short, she had to be insane to be moving to a place where summer days lasted sixteen hours.
Sasha grinned, “Then I’ll never expect you before I’ve had my morning coffee! I’m right cranky before I get caffiene!” She turned to continue up the stairs, “Welcome to Las Vegas, Jaana.”
Something about the way Sasha said her name was more like a caress than a greeting. Jaana caught the door and watched the blonde mortal sashay her way up. She wasn’t normally one to appreciate females, but Sasha had a form she wouldn’t mind getting naked with.
She shrugged her thoughts back to the sun that was rapidly climbing into the sky and hurried back to her apartment. No signs of light crept in around door or windows as she forced herself to sit through sunrise, yawns becoming more powerful and demanding with each minute.
Satisfied that she probably wasn’t going to burn in her day induced coma, she curled up in the closet of the master bedroom. She’d probably have to get some sort of furniture soon if she ever wanted to .. entertain.
* * *
“C’mon, you’ve been locked in here for days.” Sasha said, glancing around the apartment. Jaana had at least managed to pick up some furniture and had scarves on the walls for colour, but it still looked like a place to pass out, not a home.
Jaana looked up at Sasha. “You have paint on your ear.” She was sitting in the middle of the floor of her living room playing with tarot cards.
Sasha scrapped at her ear and sighed, crouching down behind Jaana. “Not a spread I’m familiar with.” she said, studying the cards that looked like they predated Columbus’ first trip to America.
“It’s solitaire.” Jaana said, trying to ignore the pulse of the mortal behind her. She scented of blood, youth, and jasmine. She took her own sigh and gathered the cards with a swipe of her hand. “What did you have in mind?” She hoped Sasha wasn’t trying to convince her to go to some art exhibition. She barely ‘got’ Sasha’s work, the alternative art of Sasha’s friends was beyond her.
“We,” Sasha said, straightening to her feet with a grin of victory, “Are going to go fly kites.”
Jaana stared up at Sasha. “We’re what?”
Sasha held out her hand to the shorter woman, “Kite flying. Bet you haven’t done it since you were a kid.”
“I don’t think I did it as a kid, either.” Jaana said, accepting Sasha’s hand and got to her feet. It was hard to resist pulling her into an embrace. She couldn’t read the vibes off Sasha at the best of times.
“Even more reason to do it now!” Sasha exclaimed and tugged on Jaana’s hand, leading her to her own front door. A couple of brightly painted plastic kites were propped up by the door.
Jaana shook her head in amusement and reclaimed her hand to pull on here boots. “I don’t have a spare helmet.” Jaana said truthfully.
“S’k, I’m driving.”
She hadn’t even known Sasha *had* a car. Normally the woman was hitching rides with friends. “Alright, but I have to be back by four.” That seemed less blatant than saying dawn and it also gave leeway for lateness.
Sasha gave her a sideways glance before she opened the door, “I promise, not one drop of sunshine shall darken your skin.”
Jaana wasn’t sure how to take that so she just picked up the kites and followed Sasha out and down the stairs.
* * *
They weren’t far outside city limits, but the night sky was filled with the milkyway. Jaana was surprised so much penetrated the light pollution, it wasn’t as if there were high hills between Las Vegas and the two women with their kites. “This is slightly insane, you know.”
Sasha grinned, “Absolutely! But deny it’s fun!” she challenged.
Jaana shook her head, there was something simply and silly about flying a kite in the desert. She’d been surprised by Sasha’s car and driving.
The car was an ancient Beetle in immaculate condition. It had purred when she’d turned the key. “I’m good with the mechanical.” Sasha had offered as explaination. Jaana had to wonder why she wasn’t working as a mechanic instead of a painter.. she didn’t seem to be making much of a living as an artist. Sasha had driven very studiously and cautiously. While others weaved in and around, Sasha stuck to the speed limit and the right lane as much as possible.
The kite tugged in the wind and Jaana let the line out. “How often do you do this?” she asked Sasha.
Her friend was still grinning, “First time!” was the gleeful reply, “I was thinking you needed to get out of the house and do something different, and hey, this is different!”
Jaana blinked at Sasha and was amused. “It is different,” she agreed. She couldn’t say in her hundreds of years of life she’d ever thought to go stand in the sands and fly a kite. The desert air was sharp but not particularly cold. Sasha seemed perfectly comfortable in a pair of jeans and a tank top while Jaana was in her usual t-shirt and jeans. Her leather jacket was in the back of Sasha’s car.
They were silent for almost five minutes, before Sasha said “uh-oh.”
Jaana looked over, “What?”
“Uh. I think we should go.” Sasha said, reeling in her kite.
Jaana looked around but didn’t see anything unusual in the area. She wished she had John’s night sight once again, it was dusky to her vision. Not knowing the dangers of the area, she reeled in her own kite. While she didn’t think she had much to worry from the local hoodlums or biker gang, she didn’t really want to flex her might in front of witnesses. Her last master had suggested she learn a martial art to explain her abilities but she’d never gotten around to it.
Kites in hand, Sasha started hurrying back to her car, but stopped short with a curse in a language Jaana didn’t know. That surprised her, she was pretty sure she’d heard most of Earth’s tongues. It was then she heard the growling and the shapes uncurled from the darkness. “Li’ha’eer.” she cursed as dogs the size of ponies came up behind the humans. Perhaps four dogs, three humans.
“Shit.” Sasha breathed before clearing her throat, “We’re not in your territory.” she said to the foremost of the humans.
“We’re expanding, Fae. What’re you doing with the death eater?” He looked like someone who lived on the side of a mountain and had yet to discover running water, he sounded like he gargled gravel.
“Blood sucker.” Jaana said, getting ready for the fight that was predictable. She could smell their agression even if they were upwind.
“Excuse me?” He turned to her, eyes narrowed.
To hell with the veil, she’d play with Sasha’s memories later. “Blood sucker. I don’t *eat* death, that would be a zombie. I suck idiots who piss me off dry.”
The dogs and their masters were starting to circle. Correction, wolves. Great, freaking werewolves. She hadn’t heard they’d made it over here from Europe. They were supposed to be extinct. She could only wonder what other lovely surprises Las Vegas would hold. “Are we pissing you off, *blood sucker*?” asked a female.
“You’re in my way.” She replied calmly. Sasha seemed to be working her way casually to a weapon at the back of jeans.
“Oh, terribly sorry. And what are *you* doing with one of the fae?” snarled the leader. The wolves were starting to growl louder.
“Flying kites, what the fuck did it look like?” Jaana replied. Sasha was so startled she laughed. The doggies looked less impressed. Sasha produced the silver bladed knife she apparently had sheathed.
“Nice toy,” the girl growled and pounced towards Sasha. Sasha side-stepped; or at least that’s what Jaana assumed, one blink Sasha was there, the next she wasn’t. While she could probably take on two or three werewolves an entire pack was suicide and she wasn’t going to let the one friend she had be eaten by them either. She hadn’t wanted a friend, but apparently Sasha hadn’t been willing to give her a choice.
She hoped she could do this, she’d never had to do it before.. but her master could, so in theory, so could she. She felt within, felt for the chaos and wild, and expanded it. She felt herself disolve, a very disconcerting feeling, and then reform. Her vision seemed flat, but wider, her senses of smell metallic. She pawed a hook, sparks of fire coming off them into the sand. ~Sweet.~ Hellhorse, there worse other shapes. She charged a very startled wolf that was getting ready to pounce on Sasha and gestured for the woman to clamber on.
Sasha grabbed blade in teeth and with both hands in mane, hauled herself up. She barely had her seat when Jaana was off in full gallop, wolves baying at her heels. Holding on with one hand and legs, she shoved the dagger back home. “Holy shit, I didn’t know you could do this.”
“Me neither,” Jaana replied, her voice sounded hoarse, like it was coming from the depths of a grave. “Learn something new in the face of adversity.”
“UH.. yeah.” Sasha shuddered and turned to look over her shoulder. “Can you outrun them?”
“Of course.” Jaana replied smugly, “But I don’t want to.”
“Hope you have a plan,” Sasha muttered, grabbing onto Jaana’s mane with both hands, trying to ignore the smoke coming from the equine’s nostrils. Jaana could see her sideways glances every time she breathed out. Jaana felt closer to mortal since she’d been taken into the night the second time.
She reached out with her mind and sensed what she was looking for and turned in the direction she wanted. The wolves and their masters were baying at her heels. The werewolves in human form had shifted to a less human form to run along on fore-knuckles and back feet. Dog met ape with big huge honking teeth. She’d love to find the mage that dreamed up werewolves and have a long and painful chat with him.
Minutes passed and they came up on the SUV that was parked on the highway. As she came up, she saw the humans inside swearing and grabbing their rifles. They sighted past Jaana and her passanger to shoot at the wolves chasing them. Two went down with yips of pain before the rest turned and fled. Jaana seriously doubted the downed wolves would be injured for long, it was unlikely the state patrol would be packing silver bullets.
“Oh thank you officers!” Sasha breathed as Jaana danced, doing her best to look like a freaked out horse. “I don’t know where they came from.”
Jaana tuned out the airheaded busty blonde routine from there on out, she could sense Sasha was doing a mental weaving of some sort. Soon enough they were circling back to Sasha’s car.
Once back at the VW bug, Jaana felt within and returned herself to two feet. “We so have to talk.” She said flatly to the supposed-to-be-mortal woman.
Sasha gave her a weak smile. “Yeah, I guess we do.”
* * *
The drive back had been done in silence. Sasha had just said “Later. Driving through the possibilities is hard enough without deep conversation.” Jaana had just added it to the things she wanted to talk about.
They retired to Sasha’s apartment. It smelt of green tea, paint and wild rice. Jaana stood at the window at the front of the one bedroom apartment and looked out at the city lights. Sasha’s scent swirled all around her as the woman approached from behind. Jaana’s head was swimming as the scent wrapped her, she was losing track of the hear and now in the pulse of desire. Realizing what Sasha was doing, she stopped breathing and excelled the scent.
“I hadn’t thought it would work, but I had to try.” Sasha said with no apology and gestured for Jaana to choose a seat.
“You knew what I was.” Jaana said taking the seat across from the couch. Sasha curled up on the couch with her mug of tea and her house cat.
“From the moment you entered the building. What I didn’t know was who you were aligned with.”
Jaana raised her left eyebrow, “What are you?”
“I’m a satyr. One of the troops of the Fae Lords, also known as the Tuatha Dé Danann, or the Sidhe.” Sasha peered at her through blonde lashes.
Jaana looked back at her blankly. “All I know about the Fae is what the bards have written and popularized.” She’d danced to the fiddles of Irish kin often enough, hard not to know the stories.
Sasha sighed, “Guess I should start at the beginning then, huh?” She took a swig of her tea. “Okay, way back in the annuals of time, when humans were still using copper for jewelry and rocks for weapons, a group of beings called ‘Fae’ came through a portal from their own time and world. What they left behind, I have no idea, but it was apparently worse than what they found. The Fae being the arrogant sons of bitches they’ve always been found the humans great servants and immediately put them to work building the kingdoms they wanted.
“The Fae Lords aren’t known for getting along with one another. Back home they’d have had the lesser Fae,” she gestured at herself, “fight their battles for them, but why risk the immortal when there’s plenty of humans breeding to die for them?” She sighed and swirled the tea in the mug, “Anyway - humans kind of got sick of this treatment for some strange reason and rebelled. Their mages produced warriors to battle the humans loyal to the Fae Lords and the minor Fae. They mutuated humans with animals, they inflicted spirits into flesh, they did all sorts of stuff. That’s where the were creatures, vampires, et all, came from. Of course, you all rebelled eventually too and now some align with the mages, some don’t. I’m guess you’re a ‘don’t’.”
“I am definitely a don’t.” Jaana agreed as she chewed over the information Sasha had provided. For her own part she didn’t know a whole lot about the origins of vampires, she’d not stayed with either of her two creators long enough to learn the lore. She’d be interested to hear what Sasha’s view was of the families and their origins. “And you came through this rift gate?” she asked finally.
Sasha laughed merrily, “Heavens no! I’m only thirty seven! You’re definitely older than me!”
“Mm.” Jaana wan’t sure if Sasha’s youth was a good thing or a bad thing. “And you lust those you want to bend to your will?”
The blonde twirled a lock of curly hair around her finger, “Well, and those I want to lust.”
“And you want to lust me?” Jaana asked with some skepticism.
“Since I first saw you in the desert.” Sasha replied honestly, setting her mug on the floor. She uncurled from the couch to approach Jaana’s seat. “And a little more each day there after.” she said as she settled hands on the arms of the chair, either side of the vampire. She leaned forward to press her lips against Jaana’s, licking her lips as she pulled back. “But I didn’t know your allegiance and I didn’t want you to think I was some sort of spy.”
Jaana looked up Sasha for several moments before leaning up to press her lips against Sasha’s once more. She supposed there were verbal answers she could give to the revelations of the evening, but better to open her lips and lick Sasha’s with her tongue. Better to entwine her tongue with the younger woman’s while she pulled her across her lap. Better to slip her hands up under Sasha’s crop top to slide hands across breasts. She was not surprised to find Sasha wasn’t wearing a bra even though she was well developed.
“I wish you had longer,” Sasha said pulling back before moving to lick and nibble on Jaana’s neck, “We can barely get started with no finish.”
Jaana rubbed Sasha’s nipple with her thumb, “I can give you a finish easily enough, but I understand if you don’t wish to feed me.”
Sasha moaned, the hand that wasn’t supporting her entangling in Jaana’s hair. “You saved me from the were-puppies, the least I can do is feed you.”
Jaana smiled and removed her hand from under Sasha’s shirt to behind her thighs to lift the woman off her and carry her to the couch. She ignored Sasha’s murrph of surprise at her display of strength. Sasha wrapped her legs around Jaana’s waist and wriggled against her as Jaana lowered her to the couch. Her cat mreowled it’s irritation at beingd displaced.
Jaana kissed Sasha’s mouth, pressing up against the taller woman, and released Sasha’s lips to lick and nibble the ear before working her way down to the pulse in Sasha’s neck. Sasha’s hands were under Jaana’s shirt by this point and a hand covered each breast. She was not even close to as well endowed as the satyr. Jaana breathed in the perfume that was Sasha as she sunk her fangs into Sasha’s neck. She let her powers wrap the breathing woman into lust and completion.
Sasha’s back arched against her as she drank. Sasha’s hands moved around to clutch at her back as Jaana drank the heady fruit that was Sasha’s blood. Jaana hated to rush, but Sasha’s blood was more potent than any she’d tasted before and she could feel herself getting light-headed with power. She rolled Sasha’s mind and body to orgasm as she sealed the wound with her tongue.
“Oh, god.” Sasha mumbled into Jaana’s shirt. “Wow.”
Jaana wouldn’t have kissed her again, her mouth tasted like her blood after all, but Sasha pulled Jaana’s head down to her’s once more to give her a long, lingering kiss.
“We’ll have to pick up where we left off tomorrow night.” Sasha said, looking up into Jaana’s deep brown eyes.
“Night after, I’m afraid,” Jaana said with genuine regret, “I have an appointment with a very large man tomorrow.”
Sasha sighed, “Yeah, I guess you better report werewolf territory infraction to the big guy. But if you finish early..”
Jaana smiled down at her, “If I finish early, I know where to find you.”
Sasha grinned, “Goodie. Now go to bed.”
Jaana laughed and climbed off the other woman, “Yes ma’am.”
Sasha licked her lips and smiled winningly, “Dream of me.”
“Have I a choice?” Jaana asked teasingly as she left Sasha’s apartment. She closed the door and leaned against it for a moment before shaking her head. Goddess, potent woman, potent blood. She didn’t think John would be too thrilled to learn of the metaphysical players on the stage.. assuming he didn’t already know.
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