Fan Fiction ❯ The Vampire Hunter II: Bloodlines ❯ Chapter 26

Chapter XXVI

Gabrielle opened her eyes to blackness. The air felt close around her, and as she shifted to sit up, she realized she'd been lying on some kind of hard curved surface with only a few pieces of cloth to pad it. The experience was very familiar, and Gabrielle thought of all the tombs she'd slept in over the centuries. She was quite surprised when she reached out her hands to feel around and found cold porcelain instead of rough stone.

"Clark?" Gabrielle whispered, the name coming to her lips before she could consciously think of it.

Her voice sounded loud in the confined space, and from the way the sound bounced off the various objects, she was able to immediately create a mental map of the room. She was in a modern bathroom, but Clark wasn't with her. For a moment, Gabrielle panicked. This could be another challenge. What if Cynthia had kidnapped Clark and now Gabrielle was stuck in another one of her twin's insane mazes?

Gabrielle tried to calm down as she checked her senses. There were no vampires in the vicinity, but just on the edge of her awareness, Gabrielle could sense that familiar feeling she was beginning to associate with Clark's presence. Clark seemed peaceful, and Gabrielle realized the human was sleeping nearby.

As that information filtered through her slowly clearing mind, Gabrielle remembered the hotel room and speaking with Clark about what they should do next. Then nothing.

Gabrielle tried to follow the sequence of events again, but she ran into another blank wall. As Gabrielle went back further, she remembered Cynthia stabbing her, and she unconsciously placed her right hand over her heart. A thorough assessment of the vital organ told her it was now completely healed. It had taken a minimal amount of blood to complete the microscopic repairs to the tissue, but her heart had needed to completely focus on just that one task in order to keep her alive.

Gabrielle realized she'd slipped into a coma, and she quickly looked to where she knew Clark was, even though she couldn't see through the wall. Clark must have been terrified. Then Gabrielle remembered the wall of glass windows in the main area of the room and realized Clark had probably secluded her in the bathroom to keep her safe from the sun. However, Gabrielle's internal clock told her the sun had recently gone down, so she didn't have to worry about that at the moment.

As Gabrielle let her hand drop from her chest, she noticed she wasn't wearing the clothing she'd last remembered. She let her hands brush over the soft cotton and recognized a T-shirt and boxers. She pulled the shoulder of the shirt up to her nose and inhaled Clark's scent. It was impossible to keep the smile from curving her lips.

Gabrielle let go of the shirt and ran a hand through her clean hair. Her whole body was clean, and Gabrielle sent a mental thank you to Clark for taking care of her. Then she decided Clark needed a more vocal thank you, and she used her hands to grab the side of the bathtub she was in and climbed over the edge to get to her feet.

Without warning, Gabrielle felt herself overcome by a wave of dizziness, and she quickly braced herself against the wall, as her blood pressure attempted to compensate for her suddenly upright position after hours of lying horizontal. After a few moments, her equilibrium righted itself, and she merely used the wall to feel her way to the door.

Gabrielle reached out with her senses one more time to make sure there were no vampires nearby, but again, all she felt was Clark. As she reached out with her hands this time, she found the doorknob and twisted it.

She pulled open the door and walked out into the living room. It was partially illuminated from the twilight coming through the curtains. She looked around and found Clark sprawled across the bed and tangled in a sheet. Relief swept through Gabrielle at seeing Clark unharmed. Though she'd been sure Clark was okay, the visual confirmation of Clark's safety finally allowed Gabrielle to relax.

Gabrielle slowly walked over and carefully climbed onto the bed, trying not to jostle the woman too much. Clark mumbled something, but then she quieted, and Gabrielle curled up next to her, resting her head on Clark's abandoned pillow and gently wrapping one arm around the sleeping Hunter.

Gabrielle still felt exhausted. Even with all the blood she'd drunk the night before and the full day of rest she'd had while in the healing coma, she really just wanted to go back to sleep. She knew she wouldn't have to go hunting anytime soon, though she would have to remember to wake up before the sun rose again to keep from being burned to ashes. But right now, she just needed to be close to Clark.

Gabrielle raised her head slightly and kissed Clark on the cheek before lowering her head again and closing her eyes. It wasn't long before she joined Clark in slumber again.

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Clark slowly made her way to consciousness. It was a process of stages in which Clark became aware of first her own breathing, then the sounds around her, and finally her body in the bed. Then she noticed a weight across her chest, and she moved a fraction of an inch to try and figure out what it was without giving away the fact that she was awake.

A snuffle off to her left suddenly alerted her that she wasn't alone. She carefully opened her eyes and then slowly turned her head. She couldn't stop the soft smile that came when she saw the distinct silhouette of Gabrielle curled up next to her in sleep. The smile was quickly replaced with a puzzled frown, as Clark tried to understand how Gabrielle had gotten there.

Clark glanced at her travel clock on the bedside table. It read eleven o'clock, and judging by the lack of sunlight coming through the curtains, Clark guessed it was night.

"Damn, I slept for almost twenty hours," Clark whispered to herself in surprise.

"I think I could sleep for twenty more," Gabrielle groaned and turned over onto her back as she stretched a little before relaxing again.

Clark's hand fumbled to turn on the lamp, and her head snapped around to stare at Gabrielle in surprise.

"You're awake!" Clark exclaimed and quickly sat up to look Gabrielle over. "Are you okay? What happened? Why did you pass out on me like that?" Clark said in a rush, as she reached out to touch Gabrielle, feeling her face, her shoulders, her forehead, anything to reassure herself that Gabrielle was there and alive.

"I'm okay," Gabrielle quickly replied, as she tried to calm Clark's fears.

Gabrielle managed to catch Clark's hands and hold them still, as she took in her Hunter's frazzled condition. She brought Clark's hands to her lips and kissed her fingers, the contact finally getting through Clark's panicked state of mind. The shadows of fear still haunted Clark's face, but Gabrielle released one of her hands and reached up to gently brush the woman's cheek with her own fingers as she explained.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what was happening at the time. Cynthia scratched my heart when she stabbed me, and I thought I'd taken care of it, but I hadn't. My body decided a coma was the best way to heal the damage. If I'd known what was going on, I would have told you. I'm so sorry you had to go through that."

Clark pulled Gabrielle into a tight hug, overwhelmed with the need to feel Gabrielle hugging her in return.

"Please don't ever do that to me again," Clark requested sincerely.

"I wasn't planning to," Gabrielle replied hoarsely, very glad she didn't need oxygen quite as much as humans did.

Finally, Clark released her, and they repositioned themselves side by side on the bed.

"You really had me scared," Clark admitted in a tense whisper, finding it difficult to meet Gabrielle's steady gaze.

Gabrielle could see the remnants of tears in the Hunter's slightly puffy eyelids, and she reached over to take Clark's chin, slowly turning her head so that Clark would look at her. As their eyes met, she almost started to apologize again, but she knew it would be meaningless. There was only one thing she needed Clark to understand at the moment.

"I love you," Gabrielle said, straining to put the depth of what she felt for Clark into those three short words.

It was apparently the right thing to say because Clark smiled, and the haunted look seemed to disappear.

"I love you, too," Clark replied softly. She placed her hand over Gabrielle's on her cheek and leaned her face into the touch. "So, are you really okay?" she asked for one last confirmation.

Gabrielle nodded.

"Yes. I just needed to focus completely on healing. My heart is sort of like your brain. The slightest injury can be life-threatening." As Gabrielle saw the fear return to Clark's eyes, she realized she wasn't being very helpful and quickly tried to fix her mistake. "I'm sorry. I'm okay. Really. My heart is in perfect shape now. I promise."

Gabrielle drew Clark into her arms to hold her, making sure that Clark's head rested against her chest so that Clark could hear her heart beating normally. She ran her fingers through Clark's hair in a gesture that was supposed to be soothing to the human, but it helped Gabrielle just as much.

"I never want to lose you," Clark whispered after a while.

Gabrielle remembered Clark's broken and bloody body lying next to the sarcophagus and closed her eyes in an attempt to shut out the image.

"I don't want to lose you either," Gabrielle whispered back.

They lay in silence for a time, both getting used to the idea that they didn't have some life-threatening challenge to overcome in the next hour. They'd been in a state of crisis for so long that it felt strange to simply be in each other's arms without some overwhelming threat jeopardizing their lives.

Clark knew she was still a little shell-shocked from everything that had happened, especially the past few days. She'd nearly died several times and so had Gabrielle. But it was that very thought that finally made up her mind.

Clark slowly turned over so that she was facing Gabrielle, looking down from where she'd propped her head on her hand. Gabrielle looked at her quizzically, as Clark took a deep breath.

"I want to make love with you, Gabrielle," Clark said quietly, seriously.

Gabrielle looked away.

"I know. So do I," Gabrielle said regretfully.

Clark frowned.

"Then what's wrong?"

"I just... It's just..."

"What?" Clark prompted when the vampire fell silent.

"I don't think I'll be able to keep from biting you," Gabrielle finally confessed.

"Oh."

It was Clark's turn to look away, as Gabrielle continued.

"I always bite, and I know we've talked about it, but when I thought Cynthia had... Well, I realized how important this is to me. I don't want it to be something that happens because I can't stop it. I want it to be..."

"Special," Clark finished for her, as she made eye contact again.

"Yes."

"You make it sound like I'm a virgin," Clark said as if she'd been insulted.

"You've never been bitten before, so in a way, you are."

"Well, how do we make it special then?" Clark asked, very willing to move on from the subject of her so-called virginity.

Gabrielle rolled onto her side and mirrored Clark's position.

"There are rituals, but they're for either initiating a slave or forming a bond between two vampires. Neither of those really works for this situation."

"What is our situation?" Clark asked, catching Gabrielle by surprise.

"What do you mean?"

"You called me your girlfriend, or you said you were my girlfriend. I can't remember which. But what does that mean to you?"

Gabrielle stared into Clark's eyes for a long time. She'd never seen Clark display this kind of vulnerability. She knew her answer was important.

Gabrielle moved her body closer to Clark's so that their thighs were touching. She placed her hand over Clark's heart.

"I love you, Dana. Girlfriend, wife, lover... You mean more to me than any word could possibly describe. I don't know how I lived for so long without you. If you wanted to become a vampire, I would grant that wish in a heartbeat. But you don't, so I'll fight to the death to keep you human. I want to feed on you, taste your blood in my mouth, but creating that link will have a permanent effect on both of us. You've met Samantha. She has her own mind, but her will is completely dominated by Michelle's."

"But you wouldn't do that to me," Clark protested.

"It's not completely up to me. My species' telepathic abilities are very rudimentary. Control is not something we possess. My wishes could very easily become your own, without my intention or your consent. I want to believe your will is strong enough, but..." Gabrielle trailed off.

Clark nodded in understanding. Among Hunters, being bitten was considered a death sentence. A Hunter had to prove, either through eyewitnesses or forensic testing, that the vampire who had bitten them was dead. If they couldn't, then they were relieved of duty until such time that the vampire could be hunted and killed, which might be never. Faced with the possibility of being controlled by their worst nightmare, many Hunters chose suicide or requested another Hunter do it for them.

Until Clark had met Gabrielle, being bitten was something Clark had tried not to think about. Like most Hunters, she had feared it, but she'd also been intrigued by the idea of it. Though she'd been outwardly disgusted by the slaves she'd met over the years, she'd secretly envied their absolute devotion to their Masters. To be connected to someone so completely was exactly the kind of intimacy she'd dreamed about, and yet it terrified her at the same time. She'd never thought she would ever be in a position to act out her most heavily guarded fantasy, mostly because she'd never considered the possibility of even liking, let alone falling in love, with a vampire.

But now, Clark wondered. She didn't consider herself weak-willed by any means, but was she strong enough to resist the pull of the oldest vampire in the world? And if she wasn't, then what?

Finally, Clark spoke.

"If that happened, would there be any way to reverse it? To sever the link?"

"Distance. We would have to stay away from each other."

"No. I won't do that." I can't do that.

"The only other way would be for you to become a vampire," Gabrielle explained slowly, trying hard to keep her voice steady as she fluctuated between hope and despair.

She couldn't deny her desire to Gift Clark, but Gabrielle knew she would never survive Clark's eternal resentment if she forced something like that on her.

Clark just stared at Gabrielle as she processed all the information she'd been given.

"Okay, let me get this straight. Basically, you're saying if you feed on me, and I'm not strong enough to resist your pull, our choices would be for us to never see each other again or for me to become a vampire? And since you don't think you'll be able to not bite me if we have sex..." Clark paused, as she gathered her thoughts. "Are you telling me we can never have sex?" Clark asked incredulously.

"No. I'm just saying there's a lot at stake," Gabrielle said and then cringed a little at the bad pun. "What I mean is, I don't want to lose you. I want to know you're with me because you choose it of your own free will, not because you're obeying an unspoken command from me. Would you want to be with me if you thought I was just giving in to your demands rather than because I loved you?"

Clark slowly shook her head unhappily.

"No, I wouldn't. It would be like... I was raping you, forcing you to do things against your will," Clark admitted.

"Then what would you have me do?" Gabrielle asked plaintively.

Clark stared off into space for several long moments, as she thought of the different possibilities. They could go on as before, kissing and touching and teasing each other until they went insane one night. Or they could go the opposite route and totally back off from any kind of physical relationship. Clark mentally laughed at herself. Like she could keep her hands off Gabrielle for even a short length of time.

Or they could take the chance and embrace a full physically sexual relationship. That was definitely the path Clark wanted to take. But if she weren't strong enough to maintain her own separate will, Gabrielle would be left with a lovesick zombie. Also, Clark was sure that if Gabrielle told her to leave, it wouldn't be what Gabrielle really wanted, and Clark would obey Gabrielle's true desire rather than her spoken command.

As Clark weighed the options, she realized she'd already made her choice. Now, she just needed to decide what she wanted Gabrielle to do if it turned out she wasn't as strong as she thought.

So, do I want death or do I want to be a vampire?

Clark didn't have to think very long on that one. She loved Gabrielle and there was no way she could ask Gabrielle to kill her. Clark didn't think she would be able to do it, if Gabrielle asked her to do the same, so she quickly tossed that request out the window.

But could she really accept being a vampire? She'd hunted them all of her adult life. She'd always seen them as soulless demons from Hell. It was only in the past month that she'd learned from Gabrielle that a vampire was simply a hybrid of human and alien. Of course, they also drank human and vampire blood exclusively and had incredible healing abilities, coupled with a lifespan that appeared to have no limit. Still, it would be up to Clark who she chose to feed on, and it crossed her mind that hunting vampires for their blood would definitely be in the realm of possibility. Her DNA would change, but she would remain the same, including being a Hunter. But never seeing the sun again...

Finally, Clark looked back at Gabrielle. She took a slow, deep breath and spoke.

"I don't want to live half a life with you. I'm in love with you, and that involves the physical as well as the emotional and mental. I'm willing to take the risk to be with you."

Gabrielle stared at her in shock as the Hunter continued.

"After you've fed on me, you can test my will power by asking me to do something you know I wouldn't normally agree to, but that you really want me to do. If I obey, then I want you to... I want you to Gift me. If I don't obey, then we know we're going to be okay. All right?"

Gabrielle continued to stare. Her heart was pounding, and she could feel her fangs attempting to grow at the invitation. She wanted Clark so badly, and for Clark to say that she would accept the Gift was something Gabrielle had longed to hear. Whether she Gifted Clark or not, it meant Clark had finally accepted her completely. But Gabrielle knew Clark's feelings about vampires in general. She didn't want Clark to hate her later if it turned out that Clark wasn't strong enough to resist her pull.

"Are you sure?" Gabrielle finally managed to whisper hoarsely, unable to come up with anything more articulate in the heat of the moment.

Clark didn't say anything. Instead, she slowly pushed Gabrielle back onto the bed and covered her body with her own. Then she lowered her head and gently kissed the blonde. Their eyes closed as their lips brushed over each other, and Clark flicked out her tongue to lick at Gabrielle's mouth. She was greeted by Gabrielle's tongue, as she felt strong hands smoothing over the cloth covering her back.

Gabrielle opened her mouth a little wider, and Clark accepted the invitation. As Gabrielle's mouth was filled with Clark's tongue, she finally let go of the last protests she'd been harboring, and she returned Clark's enthusiasm with her own.

As the kiss intensified, Gabrielle drew her hands over Clark's shoulders and reached up to hold the sides of Clark's face. Her fingers tangled themselves in the Hunter's thick black hair, as the two devoured each other's mouths. Gabrielle drove her tongue inside Clark's mouth again and again, her breath coming in gasps, as all the suppressed passion that had been building up between them for the past month was finally allowed to come to the surface.

As their tongues met and caressed one another, Clark felt her whole body clenching in need. Her right hand gripped Gabrielle's waist, pulling her in tightly, while her left arm cradled Gabrielle's shoulders. Clark pressed her lips firmly to Gabrielle's and tried to taste as much of the blonde's mouth as she could.

Gabrielle groaned, as she felt Clark's thigh push between her legs and grind against her sex. She reflexively pushed up against the hard muscle and felt a dull ache begin to build in her center. As her muscles clenched to increase the pleasurable sensations, she repeatedly brought her pelvis up to rub against Clark.

Clark let out a slight groan when she felt Gabrielle respond, and she pressed down a little harder against Gabrielle's pubic mound. Her tongue slid all around Gabrielle's mouth as she ground into the small blonde beneath her. Clark's right hand entwined in Gabrielle's T-shirt, and she tried to bring the vampire's lower body even closer. As Gabrielle raked her nails over Clark's scalp, the human felt tingles run from the base of her neck all the way down her spine. They both moaned at the same time, and Clark's desire intensified.

Gabrielle rocked herself against Clark's thigh and moved her hands down between their bodies so that she could hold onto Clark's hips without making Clark let go of her own body. She pulled Clark hard against her so that she could feel as much of Clark's body as possible. Gabrielle's pleasure increased, and she could feel her fangs growing in anticipation, but she tried to keep them under control.

Clark had been waiting for Gabrielle's fangs to present themselves the way they always had in the past, but when she felt them retracting again, she realized Gabrielle was still restraining herself. But that wasn't what Clark wanted at all.

Gabrielle was a vampire just as Clark was a Hunter. Somehow, they'd found a way beyond those two opposing forces, but it didn't change who they were. And now that they were about to share one of the most intimate acts two people could engage in, Clark wanted to know that she was getting all of Gabrielle.

Clark pulled away from Gabrielle's mouth and looked into her eyes as she panted, trying to catch her breath.

"Don't," she gasped. "Don't hold back from me. I want you."

After a moment, Gabrielle understood what Clark was saying, and she nodded. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and inhaled deeply. As she relaxed, her fangs extended, though not as far as they could. She opened her eyes and looked up at Clark, waiting to see disgust or fear reflected in her eyes. Instead, Clark smiled.

"Much better," Clark whispered, as she lowered her head to renew her explorations of the vampire's mouth.

Clark ran her tongue over the razor sharp teeth and felt them elongate a little more. She licked the hard enamel and felt the pointed canines pushing against her upper lip, the points almost pricking her bottom lip, as she tried to thrust her tongue even further into Gabrielle's mouth. She rubbed her lips slightly over the smooth projections and kissed each tooth before rolling her tongue around the edges again, flicking around Gabrielle's tongue at the same time.

Gabrielle felt tingles run through her body as Clark caressed her fangs with a soft tongue and even softer lips. Gabrielle's fangs were two of her most sensitive erogenous zones, and Clark was playing with them as though she'd been doing it all her life. Gabrielle didn't know how long the oral assault was going to last, but she was prepared to remain there for an eternity. She just didn't want Clark to stop making love to her mouth. Clark tasted too good and felt too wonderful, and Gabrielle wanted to stay there forever.

Clark slipped her tongue along the side of one of Gabrielle's fangs and then drew it back up the smoothly rounded front. She briefly entwined with Gabrielle's tongue before licking around Gabrielle's fangs again.

Clark could feel her heart beat faster as she contemplated what she was going to do, and the anticipation made her feel like she was about to pass out. Though she'd always backed off before, this time, Clark didn't stop herself from increasing the pressure. As she slid her tongue over the point of one of Gabrielle's fangs, she felt it cut the surface in a moment of pain, but then the pain receded, and she swirled her tongue around Gabrielle's in offering.

Gabrielle moaned deeply, as she realized what the Hunter had done and tasted Clark's blood for the very first time. It was sweet, and Gabrielle's entire body called out for more as warmth flooded through her. The small incision barely released a full drop every few seconds, but Gabrielle flicked her tongue over Clark's, gathering the precious fluid into her own mouth as quickly as she could.

Gabrielle's moans continued, as she began nursing on Clark's tongue, tasting Clark's blood with each pull of her lips. The flavor was perfect and absolutely intoxicating. If Gabrielle had actually been able to think, she might have been a danger to Clark. But all she could do was continue to lap at Clark's mouth in search of more, oblivious to the blood flowing through Clark's neck only a few inches away.

Clark groaned each time Gabrielle pulled on her tongue, and she couldn't help thrusting her pelvis against Gabrielle, grinding herself down on the blonde's thigh as she pushed her own thigh harder against Gabrielle's mound. Clark felt like she was about to come. The way Gabrielle was attacking her tongue, consuming it as she sucked and licked all around it, and then drew it into her mouth again, made Clark feel like she was fucking Gabrielle's mouth. It gave oral sex a whole new meaning, and the eroticism of the act conjured up another image in Clark's mind of Gabrielle using that tongue on her clit.

Within a few minutes though, the wound stopped bleeding, and Gabrielle slowly came back to herself, as she was weaned from the blood, and it was replaced with Clark's saliva. Gabrielle took a moment to finish healing the cut before going back to simply tasting as much of Clark's mouth as she could. Her hands soon found their way under Clark's shirt, and she began dragging it up to expose the Hunter's strong back, no longer content to feel cloth when she could just as easily touch naked skin.

Clark didn't want to leave Gabrielle's mouth. She wanted to make a new cut so that she could feed Gabrielle some more. The feeling of having Gabrielle sucking on her tongue to draw out her blood had been intensely satisfying, while at the same time increasing her need for more. More contact, more pleasure, more everything.

But Gabrielle was becoming more insistent, and Clark suddenly realized that if she took the time to remove her shirt, she could more than likely get Gabrielle to do the same.

With that incentive, Clark sat up and raised her arms so that Gabrielle could pull her shirt off over her head. Gabrielle abruptly found herself at eye level with Clark's full breasts. She was about to move in for a closer inspection, but Clark reached for the hem of Gabrielle's oversized T-shirt and slowly brought it up, revealing a flat white abdomen, slightly creased from her sitting position. Gabrielle lifted up her arms, and Clark finished removing the shirt and tossed it aside.

They sat looking at each other for several moments. Gabrielle's breasts were stark white in comparison to even Clark's pale skin, but they were flushed with a slightly pinkish tint from arousal. As Clark watched, Gabrielle's light pink nipples tightened, and she looked down at her own to find they were just as erect.

Gabrielle retracted her fangs as she slowly leaned in and carefully drew one of Clark's nipples into her mouth with her tongue. With her fangs out of the way, Gabrielle was able to wrap her lips around the hard flesh, and she lightly sucked, pulling a moan from Clark.

Gabrielle held Clark in place with her arms wrapped around the woman's torso, as Clark ran her hands through Gabrielle's hair. Clark wanted to push her chest forward, but she also wanted to lie back to give Gabrielle more room. She compromised by staying put and simply enjoying the sensations of Gabrielle sucking on her nipple.

Just as Clark's mouth had been a world unto itself for Gabrielle, so too was Clark's breast. Nothing else existed except Gabrielle's lips and tongue drawing on Clark's full nipple. Gabrielle gently pushed Clark back until she was lying partially on top of the woman, as she continued to suckle Clark's tit. One arm braced against the bed as her other arm cradled Clark's back, arching her up and into Gabrielle's hungry mouth.

"Oh God, Gabrielle!" Clark panted out.

The pleasure was almost too much. As Clark looked down to watch, she could feel her neglected nipple tightening painfully in arousal as it protruded into the air. Clark pulled steadily harder on Gabrielle's hair until she pried the vampire off her breast, and then immediately redirected Gabrielle to her other breast.

Gabrielle didn't waste a second reattaching herself to Clark's previously ignored nipple. She also didn't start off gently, and Clark whimpered as her sensitive flesh was immediately surrounded by strong, wet suction. Clark felt Gabrielle's tongue swirl around her nipple, and then Gabrielle drew in even more of Clark's breast as she sucked the entire areola into her mouth.

Gabrielle let the lower half of her body settle between Clark's spread legs, and she ground herself into Clark's mound as she licked at Clark's nipple. Unfortunately, they were still wearing shorts, and Gabrielle growled in frustration at being denied the feel of Clark's skin.

Gabrielle released Clark's breast and looked up into the woman's eyes. She slid her body up so that she was at Clark's mouth again, and Gabrielle quickly covered the swollen lips with her own. Their moans flowed back and forth between their open mouths, and Gabrielle slipped one of her hands underneath Clark's neck. She pulled Clark's head back, exposing her neck, and then kissed along her throat.

Clark couldn't stop her panting breaths, as she prayed for Gabrielle to pierce her flesh. She expected to feel Gabrielle's fangs at any moment, but then Gabrielle sucked on her earlobe and licked her tongue around the cup of her ear.

"I want you. I want to taste you," Gabrielle whispered, and Clark closed her eyes for a moment, as shivers swept through her body. As Gabrielle came back around to look into Clark's eyes again, she grinned. "I'll have your blood later," she added.

Comprehension showed in Clark's smile as she reached up and held Gabrielle's head in place for a deep and thorough kiss. Then she disengaged and gently nudged Gabrielle downwards.

Gabrielle's smile widened, and she eased herself down Clark's body, unable to go slowly in anticipation of tasting Clark. As she moved down even further, she pulled Clark's boxers down her long muscular legs. Once her legs were free, Clark moved her thighs apart so that Gabrielle could take her place between them.

The scent almost overwhelmed Gabrielle, and she tried to reel herself in. As she licked and kissed along Clark's inner thighs, the urge to bite was strong. She'd experienced only a very small taste of Clark's blood and wanted more. But at the moment, there was another flavor that Gabrielle had waited a long time to taste, and she didn't want to wait any longer.

Clark gripped the bed sheets as she felt Gabrielle licking the insides of her thighs. She could feel and hear Gabrielle's quick hot breaths, and Clark's legs splayed a little wider in supplication. Her clit was throbbing and the air was cool on her wet sex, but then she felt Gabrielle's warm mouth engulf her inner lips and clitoris, as Gabrielle's soft tongue gently massaged the hard little nub.

"Uhh, Gabrielle!" Clark cried in pleasure, as she dug in her heels and her butt arched off the bed.

Gabrielle moved with Clark's sudden motion, her extraordinary speed allowing her to react in less than a heartbeat. Before Clark knew it, Gabrielle was on her knees, her hands deftly cupping and supporting Clark's backside, as she held Clark's sex up to her mouth as though she were drinking from a chalice. Gabrielle lifted and held Clark's weight as though it were nothing, and her display of strength only fueled Clark's passion to greater heights.

Clark had never made love with anyone who was physically stronger than she was. Though Clark had been aware of Gabrielle's strength, feeling it in such a direct yet gentle way seemed to increase the sensations of pleasure Clark felt from Gabrielle's mouth on her clit. Clark's legs couldn't really push her up any further, but her stomach muscles worked hard to bring her sex into stronger contact with Gabrielle's tongue.

Gabrielle squeezed Clark's buttocks as she pulled the woman's mound more firmly against her lips and tongue. The taste of Clark's arousal was even more intense than the scent. Gabrielle's vampiric senses allowed her to enjoy Clark's sexual essence on so many more levels than a human's limited faculties could ever hope to attain. As Gabrielle fed on Clark's juices, she devoured the thick liquid in the same way she intended to consume Clark's blood.

Gabrielle speared her tongue inside Clark over and over again, as Clark tried to work herself on the small invasion. Gabrielle felt Clark's vaginal walls attempting to grab at her tongue. She could also hear Clark's grunts and groans, and as she looked down Clark's long body, she could see the expression of pleasurable torture on the Hunter's face.

"Please," Clark gasped out.

Clark felt her lower abdominal muscles clenching as the first waves of orgasm began in her belly. Gabrielle grinned and opened her mouth wider, as she slid her upper lip over Clark's clitoris and grazed the rounded fronts of her still retracted fangs over Clark's slippery folds, careful not to cut the surface. She flicked her tongue over Clark's clitoris and watched as her eyes rolled back into her head before she closed them.

Clark's panting whimpers had her almost hyperventilating as pleasure shot through her body in ever-widening arcs. She felt her nipples tighten and spasms jerked her body against Gabrielle's mouth, as the vampire never ceased sucking and licking Clark's clit.

The moans and loud cries of fulfillment nearly brought Gabrielle to climax herself as she buried her face in Clark's mound. Her own little whimpers of empathy were completely drowned out by Clark's exaltations, and Gabrielle laved her tongue all around Clark's sex, circling her clitoris, running up and down the creases of her labia, penetrating her vagina, and finally licking all the way up to her clit again.

As Clark's body eventually went limp, Gabrielle lowered her back down to the bed. In only a moment, Gabrielle was attacking Clark's mouth again. After coming, Clark had thought she was ready to take a nap, but the taste of herself and the feel of Gabrielle's agile tongue in her mouth quickly brought her back to her previous state of arousal. She didn't know if Gabrielle had facilitated another healing to increase her energy, and she didn't care. She just knew she wanted Gabrielle again, and she intended to have her.

While Gabrielle's hands combed through Clark's hair, Gabrielle kissed her lover in a frenzy. Clark's hands roamed over Gabrielle's back and quickly moved down to her butt, as her mouth and lips were licked, sucked, and bitten in short succession. Then Clark ran into clothing. She tried to tug the material down, but being under Gabrielle while they were also engaged in a very demanding kissing session made it impossible.

Clark rolled them over in order to take control of the kiss, and also so she could sit up and remove Gabrielle's last piece of clothing. But Gabrielle's mouth was so inviting. Clark raked her tongue across one of Gabrielle's fangs and immediately felt the soft tissue part. The slice was longer than the first incision she'd made, and the taste of blood instantly filled her mouth.

Clark's blood was quickly lapped up as Gabrielle sucked on her Hunter's tongue. Their union was almost complete, and a simultaneous moan from each of them punctuated the intensity of their feelings for one another. Clark knew she would never get tired of feeding Gabrielle this way. However, she was also very determined to feel Gabrielle feeding from her more completely. She wanted Gabrielle to drink from her in gulps, not mere drops.

When Gabrielle had drawn as much blood as she could from the wound, she healed it and then relinquished her hold on Clark's tongue. Clark pulled away slightly and gazed into Gabrielle's beautiful face. Words were completely unnecessary. Their love and passion were unmistakable in the expressions on each of their faces.

Clark leaned down again and tenderly kissed Gabrielle's lips once, before moving to her chin and then on to her chest. Clark darted out her tongue and tasted Gabrielle's skin, marveling at its softness. As she moved lower, she licked a trail to one of Gabrielle's nipples and then gently wrapped her lips around the erect tip.

Clark didn't know how she had lasted so long without experiencing this particular pleasure. The feeling of suckling at Gabrielle's breast was incredible. Gabrielle's nipple was her sole focus, though she did manage to bring one of her hands over to Gabrielle's other breast in order to knead the fleshy mound in tandem with her sucking.

Gabrielle arched her back and did her best to push herself deeper into Clark's mouth and hand. As Clark sucked the tit harder, her fingers began pinching and rolling Gabrielle's other nipple, flicking the tip with her index finger at the same time she flicked her tongue over the nipple in her mouth.

Gabrielle writhed under the attention to her breasts, and her whimpers turned into moans with every exhalation. Her whole body ached for orgasm, and her fangs extended and retracted with each surge of pleasure that ran through her small frame.

Clark really didn't want to stop, but she'd started out with a plan, and that was to finally remove Gabrielle's shorts. Clark gave Gabrielle's breast one last lick before moving to sit up completely. Gabrielle groaned at the loss of contact, but when Clark locked her eyes with Gabrielle's, and then reached to take hold of Gabrielle's waistband, Gabrielle didn't protest. She never took her eyes away from Clark's intense stare, as she raised her butt off the bed in order to help Clark remove the loose black boxers.

Clark discarded the clothing and stared openly at Gabrielle's blonde sex. She'd seen it before when she'd bathed Gabrielle, but this was completely different. Gabrielle was awake and fully participating. If she touched Gabrielle now, it would be with Gabrielle's full knowledge and enthusiastic consent.

While Clark was preoccupied, Gabrielle decided she was taking too long and sat up. She pushed Clark back down on the bed and climbed on top of her.

As Gabrielle straddled the Hunter's hips, Clark reached around and cupped the vampire's soft butt cheeks to pull Gabrielle down onto her pubic mound. As their bodies met and fit together, Gabrielle let out a sigh. Clark's skin was smooth, and Gabrielle traced a finger along Clark's left collarbone.

The look in Clark's eyes could only be described as smoldering, and Gabrielle reflected a similar expression. As Clark moved her hands up Gabrielle's back, she pulled Gabrielle down slightly so that her mouth was within easier reach. Gabrielle's nipples touched just above Clark's, and the intimacy of the delicate contact made them both close their eyes for a moment in satisfaction.

Then Gabrielle opened her eyes and let the tips of her fingers lightly stroke Clark's cheek. Clark's eyelids fluttered, but she kept them closed, as she reveled in the sensation. Gabrielle lowered her head to lovingly brush her lips over Clark's. A small whimper escaped Clark's throat at the tender caress, and her hands gripped Gabrielle's upper torso, her thumbs tucked against the sides of Gabrielle's breasts.

Gabrielle increased the pressure of her lips against Clark's and then opened her mouth in supplication. Clark lifted her head and covered Gabrielle's mouth, as she pushed her tongue deeply inside. Their tongues washed over each other, tasting and exploring, their slight gasps and whimpering moans filling the room.

Clark slid her hands down Gabrielle's back and cupped her butt cheeks. She pulled up slightly, bringing Gabrielle's body a little higher, and then reached around the curve of Gabrielle's firm ass until she could feel Gabrielle's sex. It was wet and swollen, and Clark swirled her fingers in the slick moisture.

The kiss was suddenly broken, as Gabrielle hissed and swore in ancient Egyptian. Her fangs extended, and she scrunched up her face as though she were in pain, but the way she was trying to push herself back onto Clark's fingers let the woman know there was nothing wrong.

Clark stretched a little further and teased Gabrielle's wet opening.

"Mmh, Dana..." Gabrielle whimpered, as she continued with a string of ancient words.

Clark smiled and touched Gabrielle a little more firmly, just barely pushing inside the velvety slit.

"It would help if I understood what you were saying," Clark whispered.

Gabrielle finally managed to pry her eyes open, and they glittered with primal need. She speared Clark with her stare and then leaned down so that their faces were mere inches apart. Clark held her breath as she waited, paralyzed.

"Fuck me, Dana... please. I need you... inside of me... I've always needed you," Gabrielle translated through the panting grunts she couldn't seem to keep herself from uttering, as she writhed on top of Clark, rubbing herself against the fingers tantalizing her entrance.

The words were like molten lava on Clark's center, and as she used her left hand to drag Gabrielle up further onto her stomach, she used the better access she'd just gained to slide the first two fingers of her right hand inside Gabrielle's vagina.

"Unh, Dana!" Gabrielle cried out, as her thighs tightened on Clark's sides, and she pushed back and up to bring Clark deeper.

Gabrielle's body clenched in near orgasm, but Clark moved slowly, pumping in and out at a pace that only made Gabrielle need more. In Gabrielle's current position, she was only a few inches above Clark's neck, and her fangs extended to their full length as she imagined plunging them into the soft tissue.

Then she retracted her fangs again and let her forehead rest on Clark's shoulder, as the woman worked her body into higher and higher states of ecstasy, never quite letting her go over the edge. Gabrielle whimpered every time Clark's fingers left her body, only to moan again when they drove back inside of her.

Clark wasn't being silent either. She grunted with every thrust, trying to go as deep as she could. She wanted to add a third finger, and she knew Gabrielle was wet enough and open enough to take at least that much, if not more, but their current position just wouldn't allow it. Unfortunately, she couldn't seem to stop to suggest another one either. Every time she pulled out her fingers, she intended to maneuver them into a new position, but she couldn't resist pushing inside of Gabrielle again.

Clark moved her mouth to kiss Gabrielle's shoulder. She needed to distract herself for a moment from the absolute bliss she derived from being inside Gabrielle and feeling how hot and wet she was, how open and needy...

"God, Gabrielle."

Clark felt like she was losing her mind. She couldn't think. All she could do was feel.

A whimper was her only response.

For a split second, Clark found the determination to move, and she quickly withdrew her fingers, as she pushed herself up into a sitting position with Gabrielle cradled in her lap. Then she swiftly rolled them over so that she was between Gabrielle's legs, one arm bracing her above Gabrielle's body while the fingers of her other hand homed in on Gabrielle's need again.

Gabrielle widened her legs and reached up to pull Clark down into a feverish kiss. As her tongue entered Clark's mouth, three of Clark's fingers entered her vagina. She moaned on a whimper and did everything with her tongue that she wanted Clark to do to her sex.

Clark groaned long and low, as she felt the tight pressure of Gabrielle's vaginal walls clamping down on her fingers. Her biceps flexed, as she pushed the digits in and out of the tense opening, and she repositioned the lower half of her body so that she had more room in which to work, while still maintaining full body contact.

Gabrielle pulled away from Clark's mouth on a gasp, and Clark watched as Gabrielle's fangs fully extended. Gabrielle's eyes were glazed as she stared at Clark without blinking, and Clark could tell she was on the verge of orgasm.

Clark moved her hand to grip the hair at the back of Gabrielle's neck as she continued to use the other to thrust into Gabrielle. She lowered her head and kissed the side of Gabrielle's mouth, tracing a path along her jaw line to her ear. It wasn't by accident that her own neck was now only millimeters from Gabrielle's mouth.

"I will always love you, Gabrielle," Clark whispered, as she held on tightly to the back of Gabrielle's neck, cradling her head.

Gabrielle felt her stomach clench, as the tips of her fangs just grazed Clark's throat, and then she felt Clark's pulse increase. As her own heartbeat sped up to match, and pleasure arced through her body, Gabrielle pierced Clark's skin and covered the area with her mouth, catching the first spurt of blood with her tongue and lips.

Clark felt Gabrielle's fangs sink into her neck, and she couldn't hold back the moan of pain and pleasure that came from deep within her body. She tightened her grip on Gabrielle's hair and pulled her in tighter, as she thrust harder inside Gabrielle. She could feel and hear Gabrielle swallowing, the suction increasing over the two puncture wounds in her neck, and then her mind went blank as she was pulled into the telepathic link with Gabrielle.

Gabrielle had never experienced such bliss before. Clark was continuing to fuck her, and Gabrielle was lost in their mental connection from having plunged her fangs into Clark's neck. Clark's blood was flowing freely over Gabrielle's fangs and into her mouth, and the abundance of it overwhelmed her senses. She could feel Clark's love for her as though it came from within, and she offered her own love in return, knowing there was no one else on earth that could complete her the way the Hunter did.

Clark felt Gabrielle's pleasure, tasted her own blood in her mouth, and knew in an instant that Gabrielle was the most important person in the world to her. Nothing could ever be more important than Gabrielle. In that moment, Clark felt herself orgasm on emotion, and Gabrielle whimpered repeatedly as she followed her into ecstasy.

Their bodies pulsed with spasms of pleasure, and they rocked as they rode out the waves of rapture together. It seemed to go on forever, their bodies convulsing in perfect time with each other, as the last few dozen ripples of pleasure washed through them.

However, in reality, the sensations tapered off quickly, and Gabrielle's fangs retracted on their own, even though Gabrielle had taken barely a pint from Clark. Somehow, Gabrielle found the presence of mind to heal the wounds she'd caused, and the two holes disappeared as she licked the last remnants of blood from the perfect skin. Clark removed her fingers from their warm, wet home, and they both collapsed. Clark rested her head on Gabrielle's shoulder as they both panted in exhaustion.

"Jesus," Clark exclaimed hoarsely.

Gabrielle grinned and helped Clark lift up her head so that she could see her face. Gabrielle felt more satisfied than she could ever remember, but at the same time, she wanted to do it all over again. She pulled Clark into a kiss and claimed her mouth thoroughly before letting her go again.

Clark tasted the inside of her mouth and frowned. She could taste the blood that had been in Gabrielle's mouth, but it didn't taste the same as it had when she'd been linked with Gabrielle. It was mostly just metallic, while in the link it had been sweet... better than chocolate. She looked down at Gabrielle to ask the question, but the love she saw in Gabrielle's eyes was so sincere that she completely lost track of her thoughts. She almost didn't feel worthy of such devotion.

Then Clark mentally shook herself. This was the pull that Gabrielle had tried to warn her about. She could easily lose herself in it, and she could feel herself wanting to, but then she thought of Gabrielle. Gabrielle didn't want a slave. If Clark couldn't prove that she was strong enough to resist, she would be a vampire before the sun rose.

Gabrielle watched Clark as they both tried to clear their heads. She'd experienced such wholeness with Clark; it was overwhelming. Before, Gabrielle had considered herself in love with Clark. Now, Gabrielle couldn't imagine living without Clark. It was like she was falling in love with the woman over and over again, and there was no room for anything else.

Gabrielle had never allowed herself to go so deeply into the link with any of her previous prey, mostly because they'd been just that: prey. Sex had simply made feeding more enjoyable at times. But now Gabrielle wasn't quite sure what to do. She'd never had to face anyone she'd bitten because she'd killed every single one of them. She was in completely uncharted territory.

"Are you okay?" Gabrielle asked hesitantly, as she finally took in the glazed look in Clark's eyes.

Clark nodded.

"Yeah. I'm great," she grinned.

Gabrielle frowned. She tried to think of something to order Clark to do that would show whether she was still in control of herself or not. It didn't take long for Gabrielle to come up with the one thing she wanted that she knew Clark would never give of her own free will.

"I want you to give me all the information you collected on the Higher Orders and destroy any copies you made," Gabrielle ordered.

Clark felt herself wanting to give in, but no matter how much she loved Gabrielle, Clark was a Hunter. If anything happened to Clark, the information she had copied to her server was her only means of letting the VHA know all that she'd learned since meeting Gabrielle. As long as she was alive, that information was potentially being put to use by the VHA's best Hunter, but Clark couldn't let it all be lost if she died.

"Of course. Anything you want," Clark said cheerfully.

Gabrielle felt her heart drop into her stomach, but her senses immediately told her Clark was lying, and she groaned in irritation.

"That wasn't very nice," Gabrielle chastised.

Clark grinned wider.

"Gotcha."

Clark leaned down and kissed her for a few moments in apology before retreating again. Her face held a serious expression.

"I don't have a problem with telling you what I learned about the Higher Orders. I told you no lies, and I meant it. But the copies I have are for the VHA in case something happens to me. After the past couple days, I think it's safe to say that if something happens to me, then it's probably happened to you too, which means the VHA would be completely on its own, and they'd need all the help they could get," Clark explained.

Her reasoning made sense, and Gabrielle couldn't dispute it. She intended to keep Clark by her side as much as possible, and it sounded like that was exactly what Clark wanted, too.

"However, I'm really not interested in discussing the VHA right now," Clark continued before lowering her head to kiss Gabrielle again.

Gabrielle smiled into the kiss. There were definitely much better things to do than talk. She hadn't explored Clark's body quite as thoroughly as she'd intended, and it was time to remedy that fact.

Gabrielle effortlessly rolled them over so that she was on top of Clark again. She was beginning to really like straddling Clark. It left her both completely open to the woman and in control at the same time. She dragged Clark's hands up above her head and held them pressed into the pillow while she kissed Clark's mouth.

Though Clark knew she'd have better luck breaking out of a pair of steel handcuffs, she was far from helpless. As she cut her tongue on the razor sharp point of Gabrielle's right fang, she heard Gabrielle moan at the taste of more of her blood, and the hands holding her arms in place went slack with the pleasurable diversion.

There was no more resistance in Gabrielle. Clark had passed the test; her will was strong enough to resist a direct order. That meant the only limit to drinking from Clark was how fast she could replenish her blood. Though a human's ability to create new plasma naturally took only a few hours, it was the loss of the blood cells within the plasma that was important, and those could take several weeks to be replaced. However, with Gabrielle's intervention, Clark's blood cell production had increased nearly a thousand-fold.

Originally, it had been a deliberate act on Gabrielle's part to save Clark's life when she'd lost too much blood. However, now that Gabrielle had fed on Clark, she'd initiated a symbiotic relationship with the human, healing Clark's body, while taking nourishment for her own body in return. The process of telekinetically providing the energy for Clark's body was now almost completely involuntary. If they were ever separated for more than a few days, Clark's blood cell production would revert back to normal. The only side effects would be slight fatigue and an intense desire to be near Gabrielle again as soon as possible.

While Gabrielle was distracted by Clark's blood in her mouth, Clark slipped her arms out of Gabrielle's grasp and trailed them down Gabrielle's sides. She forced her tongue as deeply into Gabrielle's mouth as she could, repeatedly drawing Gabrielle down onto her tongue as the vampire searched for more of Clark's precious life-force. Then Clark reached down to Gabrielle's ass and pulled her up.

Gabrielle released Clark's tongue as her center rubbed over Clark's rigid abdominal muscles. Her hands sought the bed to brace herself, as she watched Clark slide down between her legs, a mischievous grin on the woman's face.

"My turn," Clark whispered, as she finished maneuvering herself so that she could bring Gabrielle down onto her face.

Gabrielle closed her eyes in utter satisfaction, as she felt Clark's lips close around her clitoris. She slid her knees farther apart to lower herself even more onto Clark's very willing tongue.

As Gabrielle began to rock over Clark's mouth, Clark licked at the wetness she found coating Gabrielle's sex. The scent was so natural and so completely Gabrielle. And the thick salty taste only reinforced Clark's desire for more. She could feel her own wetness increasing as she took in Gabrielle's.

Gabrielle slowly rode Clark's mouth, her head turning from side to side as her back arched each time Clark hit a particularly sensitive area. Then Gabrielle let her head drop forward again when she intentionally drew her hips upward, forcing Clark's mouth to pull hard on the taut bundle of nerves in order to keep hold of it. The action drew a low moan from Gabrielle, as she pushed herself back into Clark's hot open mouth.

Clark circled her tongue around Gabrielle's clit and then sucked hard on it, bringing several harshly spoken ancient words from Gabrielle. Clark grinned in satisfaction and went back to licking all over Gabrielle's folds. Then Clark reached up and pushed Gabrielle forward a little more so that she could stab her tongue into Gabrielle's opening.

Gabrielle pushed down and tried to force Clark's tongue inside of her, though it barely reached past the entrance. Then Gabrielle felt a finger sliding around her opening, and she pushed back towards the new player. But Clark used her other hand to push Gabrielle forward again onto her mouth. Her lips and tongue quickly found Gabrielle's clit, and she began sucking again with renewed fervor, as she tried to distract Gabrielle from what she was doing with her thumb.

Gabrielle groaned and leaned forward, causing more of her sex to cover Clark's face, though not enough to suffocate her. She was just trying to open herself for Clark so that Clark could do whatever it was she intended.

Clark coated her thumb in Gabrielle's juices and began dragging the lubrication back over Gabrielle's anus. There was plenty to go around, even though Clark was still vigorously lapping it up with every stroke of her tongue. As she used her thumb to massage the tight opening, she heard Gabrielle moan.

"Yes, Dana," Gabrielle grunted out her consent, followed by several guttural vocalizations that may or may not have been ancient Egyptian.

Gabrielle alternated between pushing back against the hardness pressing at her anus and gyrating her hips to circle her clit inside Clark's mouth. She couldn't ever remember feeling such a perfect mix of frustration and satisfaction. It was maddening. Every time Gabrielle tried to make Clark push inside, Clark moved with her instead of against her, but the friction on her clit sent bliss radiating through her core, which made her want to rotate her hips all over again.

Clark listened to Gabrielle's moans, little whimpers trailing after them when she didn't get everything she wanted. Clark looked up, watching Gabrielle's stomach undulate as her breasts swayed in time with the rocking of her hips. Clark wanted to reach down to her own sex and rub away the throbbing between her legs, but she focused on Gabrielle, knowing she wouldn't be able to concentrate if she was pleasuring herself at the same time.

Finally, Gabrielle felt Clark begin to work her thumb inside her tense opening, and her movements became smaller as she reveled in the slow penetration. Gabrielle tried to widen her stance even more, but she was truly at her limit; if she went any lower, she'd smother Clark.

As Gabrielle groaned, Clark pushed her thumb in a little deeper. At this angle, she had just about all the leverage she needed, and she alone controlled the rate of entry. She went excruciatingly slowly, knowing all the while that Gabrielle was probably ready to climax at any moment. Clark was just enjoying herself too much. She didn't want it to end.

Gabrielle's anal muscles tightened around Clark's thumb and then released again as Gabrielle pushed back. Clark went with it this time and allowed Gabrielle to feel a little more of the thick digit sliding inside her tight ass. The smooth inner walls accepted the invasion easily. Only the tight ring of muscles at the entrance pulsated against the intrusion, and Clark felt the base of her thumb being rhythmically squeezed.

Another string of foreign words issued from Gabrielle, and Clark thought she recognized a few of them from before. The gist had basically been a plea for her to fuck Gabrielle, if Clark remembered correctly. So, Clark flicked her tongue over Gabrielle's clit again and again, as she pushed her thumb as deep as it could go and then brought it almost all the way out again.

Gabrielle gripped the sheet underneath her fingers, as she rubbed her clit over Clark's mouth and rocked back against the thumb moving in and out of her ass. Her moans were constant as she strove for orgasm, and Gabrielle could hear Clark moaning with her. The vibrations traveled through Gabrielle's sex, and Clark hardened the tip of her tongue as she rubbed it harshly over Gabrielle's engorged clitoris.

"Dana!" Gabrielle yelled loudly as her center exploded in ecstasy, and her head flew back as she cried out with each breath, her climax reverberating throughout her body.

The combination of the rough scraping of Clark's thumb forcing itself in and out of her anus, while Clark's smooth yet hard tongue tortured her quivering clit kept Gabrielle going for several minutes, and she quickly reached a second orgasm.

Gabrielle's ass continually tried to tighten up, and her clit jumped each time Clark's tongue passed over it, sending waves of pleasure from deep within her center to the very edges of her body. Several blood tears managed to find their way down Gabrielle's cheeks, and the dark red drops stained the sheet, as Gabrielle made sure they didn't land where Clark might get an accidental taste.

It was another few minutes before Gabrielle stopped rocking, even though Clark had ceased pumping her thumb inside Gabrielle, only massaging her entrance with the tip, and she'd simply held her lips and tongue still while Gabrielle rubbed her sex over them. Finally, Gabrielle pulled away and rolled over onto her back, an exhausted sigh emphasizing her physical state.

Clark let her fatigued arm fall limply at her side and heaved her own contented sigh as a huge smile overtook her features. She turned her head to look at Gabrielle and saw the dried tracks of Gabrielle's blood tears. Her smile creased into a frown, and she rolled over onto her side.

"Are you okay?" Clark asked quietly in concern.

Gabrielle nodded, as she gazed up at Clark's face.

"I love you, Dana. I can't... lose you. I just... I love you so much," Gabrielle whispered hoarsely, as she fought back more tears.

Clark used the edge of the sheet to brush away the minuscule flakes of blood and then tenderly sucked Gabrielle's upper lip between her own lips. She teased the flesh with her teeth and then released it as she pulled Gabrielle into a proper kiss. As they withdrew again, Clark could see fresh tracks of blood running across Gabrielle's temples and into her blonde hair. Clark's own transparent tears rolled down her cheeks and dropped onto the sheets, as Gabrielle continued.

"I didn't know the connection would be this strong, that it would go both ways so completely," Gabrielle admitted. "I need you, Dana. I may have eternity, but I will not live it without you."

"Gabrielle," Clark said almost in admonishment, as she brushed her fingers across Gabrielle's cheek.

"I wouldn't survive losing you," Gabrielle choked out. "When I saw you so close to death, I almost gave up. There was no reason to continue. All my plans for your species, all the vampires who look to me as their leader... None of it mattered. I didn't care about any of it. Without you, there's no point," Gabrielle said, as she let her blood flow without restraint.

Clark simply continued to stroke Gabrielle's cheek as she listened. It was both heartbreaking and heartwarming to hear and feel how much Gabrielle loved her. Whether Clark could resist her will or not, she felt just as strongly about Gabrielle. If it ever truly came down to a choice between the VHA and Gabrielle, Gabrielle would win. Even if it was a choice between her own humanity and Gabrielle, Clark knew she would still choose Gabrielle.

And it wasn't because Gabrielle was somehow controlling her. Clark knew she'd made that decision before Gabrielle had ever tasted her blood. Though it would probably sound insane to everyone who knew her, in Clark's mind, being with Gabrielle was simply that important.

Clark felt more complete now than she ever had before, and she hoped to spend the rest of her life with Gabrielle, one way or another. She would prefer to do it as a human, but she was very aware of the fact that she had chosen a life path with a vampire, and it was quite likely that at some point she might join their ranks, whether voluntarily or involuntarily. At the moment, she was prepared to accept the possibility.

"I love you, Gabrielle," Clark said softly. "And I need you, too."

Clark leaned in for another kiss, and Gabrielle hungrily returned it. She scratched her semi-retracted fangs across Clark's bottom lip and made two incisions from which to draw blood. Clark winced slightly at the pain, but then the sensation of Gabrielle sucking on her lip obliterated the discomfort and replaced it with tingles of pleasure that brought her groin immediately back to life.

Gabrielle healed the cuts and let go of Clark's lip in order to kiss down the center of Clark's throat. As she made her way down Clark's chest, she extended her fangs a little more and lightly drew the points over Clark's skin. Clark's blood beaded along the parallel marks, and Gabrielle quickly licked her tongue over each thin gash. More blood decorated the two lines that were beginning to welt up, and Gabrielle lapped at the cuts again.

Clark felt the sting of the small cuts and gripped Gabrielle's shoulders as one of her hands found its way into Gabrielle's hair. She grasped the back of Gabrielle's neck and heard her moan on the last swipe of her tongue as she again healed Clark's skin.

Gabrielle moved lower and pricked the tip of Clark's left nipple with one of her fangs. Clark gasped at the pain as a small drop of blood formed on her tit, and then Gabrielle sucked the suddenly erect nodule into her mouth. She stayed there for several minutes, even though she'd healed the tiny hole after the initial drops of blood.

Gabrielle continued moving over Clark's skin, making small cuts and licking up the blood that was released from Clark's body. Clark couldn't get over how it both hurt and made her clit throb even harder at the same time. After Gabrielle showed no signs of directing her attention towards Clark's center, Clark pulled one of Gabrielle's hands down to her clitoris herself.

"Oh, Dana," Gabrielle breathed in amazement at how wet Clark was.

"Please," Clark requested, as she guided Gabrielle's fingers towards her entrance.

Gabrielle used her other arm to cradle Clark's shoulders, as she sat up and brought Clark onto her lap. Her fangs elongated to their full length in a matter of moments. The curved position of Clark's body allowed Gabrielle to reach Clark's neck at the same time she slid her fingers inside Clark's vagina.

"Oh God!" Clark whimpered, as she felt Gabrielle push inside her swollen opening in the instant she bit her exposed neck.

Clark's fingers clenched in the hair at the back of Gabrielle's neck, holding her rigidly in place, while her other arm hung onto Gabrielle's shoulder as though she was afraid she would fall.

Gabrielle kept her fangs fully immersed in Clark's blood, as she allowed only a small amount to enter her mouth from the two deep holes she'd created. She felt all of Clark's pleasure, as she moved her fingers in and out of Clark, while grazing her thumb over her clitoris.

Clark was completely enveloped in the link, her body being pleasured continuously, as her mind swam in feelings of love and rapture mixed with bliss and contentment. She had no idea how long it lasted, but there was no way for her to make it stop and not even death would have made her want to.

Gabrielle almost couldn't stop. She was feeding on more than just Clark's blood. An emotional joining was taking place, something that was normally only possible between two vampires who shared the ability to connect telepathically during a simultaneous feeding. It was very rare when two vampires chose to complete such a joining because their minds remained forever open to one another every time they came into contact with each other's blood. Gabrielle had no idea how such a joining between a vampire and a human would work. As far as she knew, it had never been done.

Clark climaxed over and over again, her body jerking constantly as her moans never stopped. Gabrielle moved with her in order to keep from ripping her throat out, her fingers still pounding inside Clark's shuddering vagina. The sounds coming from Gabrielle told Clark that the vampire was on the same peak Clark had been cresting on for the duration of their connection.

Clark felt another orgasm slam through her body as Gabrielle hit her G-spot repeatedly. The combination of the mental and physical merging was almost more than either of them could handle.

But as Gabrielle realized she'd claimed another pint of Clark's blood, she knew she had to pull back or risk killing Clark. Clark didn't seem to care, and Gabrielle was very nearly pulled along with her, but then they both managed to come back to themselves. With Clark's mental urging, Gabrielle slowly healed the puncture wounds as she removed her fangs, the last pinpricks sealing over as the tips cleared the surface of Clark's skin. At the same time, she removed her fingers from Clark's vagina.

Gabrielle burrowed her face into Clark's neck and panted, trying to catch her breath as she came down off the incredible high. Clark hugged Gabrielle hard enough to crack a rib and then gasped for air as she went limp with fatigue. Gabrielle leaned to the side and laid them both down on the bed so they could relax.

Clark didn't think she could move. She didn't think she would ever be able to move again. Every muscle in her body had been worked to exhaustion. She wasn't even sure she could blink, so she was very glad her eyes were closed. She felt like every cell in her body had experienced multiple orgasms.

Gabrielle drifted in a peaceful state of contentment. Clark was resting in her arms, she could feel that they still had several hours of darkness in which to recover before they had to decide what to do, and she'd finally made love to Dana Clark. Repeatedly. Not even the complete lack of energy anywhere in her body was able to keep the grin off Gabrielle's face.

The identical smile plastered all over Clark's features was a perfect match.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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