13. Amber Hart, once more reprise
Carissa looks at Amber shyly, still flushed. "So um... are we just waiting to see if it happens...?"
"That was my plan. If nothing does, then I get a lovely woman's head on my lap while I watch a movie. If something does, then you'll have someone else who believes you," she agrees. "Win-win. Unless you'd like a shower first. It's a bit chilly outside, could warm up a bit," she offers, leaving it in Carissa's hands to choose exactly what she'd like out of this encounter.
Carissa bites her lip gently, her heart hammering. "I um... I'm feeling a little cold... if you are too..." Her cheeks look ready to ignite, but Amber can almost smell the nervous excitement radiating off of her.
Amber laughs and puts a finger under her chin, flicking it up to bop her nose, hoping to break the nerves into a giggle. A bit of humor never goes awry. "Come on then," she casts around for the bathroom and leads the way.
The bathroom is as cramped as the rest of the apartment, but just as clean as well. Sharing a shower will be a very intimate affair by necessity, even if not by choice.
"It takes a minute to heat up." Carissa's heart is still pounding, but some of her nerves have dissipated from Amber's friendly teasing. She starts the water before getting undressed, and Amber turns her back as Carissa strips, letting that tiny illusion of privacy have its way as she herself gets naked.
A shower is a very good excuse indeed - hot water to fake the body heat she doesn't have, shake off the autumn's chill from her flesh into something more human range. And, of course, a perfectly good excuse to see all the bits of Carissa she missed last time. She steps into the shower first, reaching a hand into the water as it heats up and keeping her back turned so that Carissa can take the intimacy at her own pace. As she said last time they met - she always gets what she wants. The prey will come to her in its own time, and be thrilled for the opportunity.
Amber feels soft fingers touch her back first as Carissa steps into the shower with her. Her breathing is quick, but her hands are steady. "I... you're the first person I've um... done this with." She says softly. "You can... turn around... when you want." And when Amber turns to look, Carissa stands behind her, a little awkward, but not concealing anything. Her breasts are a heavy handful, enough to give her some lovely curves, and her thighs, ass, and hips have a very pleasing weight to them, accentuated by the slightest bit of a tummy giving a little curve to her stomach. Her flush extends down her chest as she takes in Amber as well, breathing a little faster.
Amber stands under the water, letting it flow over her back, down her arms and over her hands before she takes Carissa's waist and pulls her gently closer. "You are absolutely lovely," she murmurs. "Such a beautiful woman," she kisses Carissa's forehead, pulling her into a naked hug, filled with hot water and completely unfeigned affection. She's so very glad she didn't let Luke uncaringly trample over a moment like this.
Carissa melts into the hug, holding Amber close as well. "You um... I've been thinking about you... a lot." Carissa murmurs in Amber's ear. "But you're even better than I imagined." Her hands cautiously run down Amber's back.
Amber stands a bit wider, pulling Carissa to stand properly close so their hips touch rather than leaning forward into her. "I am pretty gorgeous, aren't I?" she chuckles, and brushes back Carissa's hair so she can kiss the ear. "I thought about you too," she whispers, running a hand along the other woman's jawline and back, down the curve of her neck and down her spine.
"You... you did?" She asks eagerly, shivering as Amber kisses her ear and trails a hand over her.
My regnant grilled me about you, she doesn't say. "I did." But I didn't tell him everything. "I should have given you my number." Her slow tracing of Carissas's spine reaches her butt, and she grabs a firm handhold of flesh, digging her fingers in. "I won't forget this time," she punctuates the words by pulling up and towards, pressing their bodies together under the stream of hot water.
Carissa gasps, but eagerly moves into the contact. Her own hands finally summon the courage to grab Amber's ass in response, and she sighs in pleasure, fondling and squeezing. "Oh- yesss..." She moans softly. "Please touch me more..."
"As much as you want," Amber's hands rove their way across her body, lingering on her hips, shoulder blades, the back of her skull. She nuzzles her face into the crook of Carissa's neck, slowly guiding them to change places so that hot water streams down onto the other woman. The scent of blood is pleasant under her nose, so close and tantalizing, but she enjoys tormenting herself by declining to indulge. For now. She'll get there.
Carissa groans as Amber kisses her neck. One hand rises to tentatively explore Amber's breast, the other staying firmly on her ass. She smells so sweet, so warm and inviting, that Amber's body aches at the restraint of not sinking her fangs into her neck, one of her pillowy thighs, a breast, something. Fangs, not yet. Her tongue though - that she can put to use.
She leaves a trail of kisses down Carissa's shoulder towards her breast, making a bit of space between them so she can hold one delightful mound in each hand. Not here. She'll bite into the thigh when she gets there, she promises herself. She takes the nipple into her mouth, sucking ever so gently, moving her tongue slowly over the hot flesh.
A shudder, muscle tensing and relaxing under soft skin - Amber can feel every little motion, hear the heartbeat pumping blood excitedly. It smells of lust and anxious excitement and abandon. Carissa's breast tastes sweet under Amber's tongue. A sweeter taste waits her beneath the skin.
This, here, is what Siveri was trying to show her - that as much as she wants to pretend she's here for Carissa, she's not - Carissa is here for her. And, for just a moment, she hates his intrusion into this intimate moment. A bit of hate doesn't stop him from being here with her though. She rolls Carissa's other nipple between her fingers, and moves her mouth down, still trailing kisses down her belly. Amber's distraction doesn't show in her actions as she moves slowly down, where she'll give her plaything something to remember this encounter by.
Carissa's fingers go to Amber's wet hair, tangling there as she sucks in a thin, anticipatory breath. And for a single raw moment, Amber could almost imagine those fingers were Siveri's. She isn't sure if that phantom feeling made the situation more or less exciting. She kisses Carissa's inner thigh, nibbles it, bites down on it.
And, of course, why not leave a memorable impression, and easy excuse that'll leave her panting after what only she can provide? Amber's fingers stroke her mound at the same time, mixing in a completely human and physical pleasure with the intoxication of having her blood drunk.
Carissa almost falls as the fangs sink into her thigh. Blood from her artery washes into Amber's mouth and nothing at all else matters. Nothing but this. Carissa has to hold her trembling body up against the wall to stop herself from collapsing at the knees. Her little gasps and moans rise to cries of pleasure as she convulses around Amber's fingers, her body overwhelmed in a matter of moments. And still Amber sucks greedily at her thigh, warmth spreading through her body. It's worse than it was with Kev. She was in so much more control there. Now she's less inhibited by her own human passion. By the desire spawned in her by Carissa's shy urge to please. She could just keep going...
She's not going to take too much. She's not going to be that sort of... of leech, she's heard her kind called. She is master of her own nature - and she's master of Carissa, shuddering in her hands. Amber withdraws her fangs before she does permanent harm, feeling the heat of the shower and the heat of the blood flowing within her, powerful and lively. She cups Carissa's pussy with one hand and leans back, catching the woman's eyes with her gaze, a pleased smile on her lips. "Beg," she orders.
Carissa's eyes refocus, the insane high of feeding leaving her slow to react. "I- wh-" her thighs quiver and she mewls in need. "Please - oh god, please-" she begs, completely focused on Amber, her tone so plaintive that Amber could be the only thing she truly wants in the world in this moment.
Amber tilts her head to the side, considering the pleas on offer. She stands up, keeping her hand on Carissa's pussy as she does so. "No, not right now," she decides. "You can touch yourself after I'm gone," she adds with a teasing grin.
Carissa leans into the hand a little, her arms pressing her breasts together. It would be sensual if she was intending it to seduce, but her innocence in the gesture only makes it so much more tempting. "O-okay," she says, looking over Amber's naked body with clear longing, but keeping her hands clasped together.
"Good girl," Amber tussles her wet hair. "Now, let's wash up."