Disclaimer: Unfortunately, all I own to do with the Darren Shan Saga is this fic. All plot and characters of the original Darren Shan Saga/Cirque Du Freak does not belong to me.
A/N: This is just a short PWP (Porn without plot) chapter, because we love smut. Hopefully, Chapter 18 will be the last chapter, then I can put up the Epilogue.
Chapter 17: Forever and Ever, Amen
The rest of the day was relatively normal. In fact, it was as if Evanna's visit never happened. As usual, we played with Laris forgetting the time completely and before we knew it, the sun had set and it was bedtime once again.
As I crawled into bed, I was expecting to be assaulted with heart-melting kisses and some heated fondling but instead Steve merely drew me against his chest and held me there.
I listened to Steve's pounding heartbeats in the darkness, wondering if he was truly asleep. Evanna's words and news kept me up long after my usual sleeping time, and I pondered about them continuously. My mind flitted to other things - my son, the clan, the past, the future, and what might have been.
"Steve. You asleep?"
"Yes," I ignored his response, rolling my eyes. I could feel his grin even without looking at him.
"Hey, if the whole matter with vampires and vampaneze didn't happen, what do you think we'd be doing right now?" I asked Steve. He chuckled, and I could feel his chest move as the sound reverberated from his throat.
"Let me think," he said quietly, kissing my forehead lightly. "Well, first off, we'd be living together, of course,"
"Mm-hm," I hummed in agreement.
"You would probably be working as an entomologist..." It was my turn to laugh.
"What?" I asked in a halfway incredulous tone between giggles.
"...studying spiders, of course,"
"Huh. Well, that's not too bad, I guess," I responded. "What about you? What would you be doing?"
"Vampire hunting," he replied instantly. I punched him in the gut. "Ow," he protested. "Fine. I'd be working as the President of the United States,"
"...The whole world would be doomed," I said, as matter-of-factly as I could manage. "And who would vote for you anyway?"
"A lot of people," he replied, sounding a little offended. "I can be quite charming when I want to,"
"Yeah, I know," I replied, thinking of how easily I'd fallen in love with him. Something in my voice must have affected him in some way, because he placed a hand under my chin, turning my face upwards to meet his gaze. He just stared at me intently, then suddenly he was lowering his head to mine, the already minuscule distance between our faces gone within seconds. Our lips met in a slow, sweet kiss that I could feel all the way down to my toes.
We broke off and I snuggled against his chest, burrowing my face into it and taking in his uniquely Steve scent. He wrapped an arm around my waist possessively, his other arm was folded under his head.
"Seriously though," I said against his broad chest, my voice slightly muffled. "What do you think you'd be?"
"In jail for trying murdering some guys who tried to flirt with you?"
My head snapped up and I stared at him in shock. He smirked at me.
"What? I was joking,"
"Yeah, but I could actually imagine that..."
"Funny. So could I," I glared at him, he continued smirking. Then he sighed and leaned his forehead against mine. "Well, it doesn't really matter to me, what could've happened. The only thing that matters is the fact that we're together now,"
"Yeah. The Child Prince of the Vampires and Lord of the Vampaneze. I would've never guessed that one,"
"Princess," Steve corrected me.
"Prince,"
"Princess,"
"Prince,"
"Princess. Prince makes me sound like I'm homosexual," Steve said.
"What's wrong with that?" I asked indignantly. "Plus, if we ever actually get married - officially - imagine what people would call us - Steve and Darren Leopard," I laughed. I felt his whole body stiffen, and stopped laughing. "What?" I asked quizzically, lifting my head to look at Steve. He had a pensive look on his face.
"Darren Leopard? That doesn't sound too bad..." Steve muttered. I stared at him stupidly. "Do you want to get married?"
I felt time stop. The planets halted their revolving. Absolute silence saturated the still night air.
All in my head, of course.
I bolted upright, and felt time resume. I gaped at the man I loved, searching his expression for any sign of humour, or falseness. I found none.
"I-" my voice cracked on that single vowel, and I cleared my throat embarrassedly. "O-Of course I want to get married. Well, that depends, though. I mean, vampires have some sort of periodic arrangement thing, you know? I don't know if I could get used to that. I've always preferred a 'Till death do us part' thing. Though, technically, I've already died. Which also means we'll never be able to officially register as a married couple. Especially considering we're not exactly human either. There'd be a lot of legal difficulties..." I trailed off, shutting my mouth with a snap. I gritted my teeth. Why was it that I could maintain my moderately witty self in front of everybody except the one I wanted most to impress? All through my babbling speech, Steve continued to look at me, a mild, unreadable expression on his face. Then he abruptly turned away from me, rolling onto his other side.
I had to admit, I felt
really hurt in that one second. I mean, I know I didn't exactly have a smooth - or even coherent, for that matter - reaction, but that was no reason to turn you back on someone... right?
Then, with my heightened vampire senses, I saw him reach over to the bedside table and grab something. I could make out the rectangular shape of a small-ish box in the dark, though I was unable to identify the colour. He sat up and scooted so he was sitting opposite from me, facing me.
"Do you, Steve Leopard, take Darren Shan to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, for sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?" he rattled off, in a deep, falsetto voice which he must have thought sounded wise and priest-like.
"I do," he replied to himself, his voice returning to it's normal tone. He opened the box, took out a plain wedding band, placed it in my hand and held out his left hand to me. I did my best not to laugh as I slipped the ring onto his fourth finger.
"Do you, Darren Shan, take Steve Leopard to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, for sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?" he asked in the same deep voice he'd used before. I grinned at him.
"I do," I replied, meaning it with all my heart. He took out another ring from the box and lifted my left hand gently, sliding on the ring. The metal on my finger felt cold, but not unwelcome. The coldness of the metal ring was amplified by the heat that flared up wherever - whenever - Steve touched me, resulting in a peculiar sensation that made the skin of my hand tingle.
"I now proclaim you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," he finished in a low voice, then pulled me forward by my left hand and kissed me. The tingling spread from my hand to the rest of my body. Funny how we'd been intimate so many times before and I still have this sort of reaction. He tugged me nearer, placing me in his lap as he deepened the kiss.
It was a long time before we were breathing again. Well, gasping for breath, more like. I sighed in bliss, leaning my head against his chest. His arms were wound around me, holding me in place. I admired my ring, holding it before my face.
"Can I take it off?" I asked. I could feel his whole body tense then quickly un-tense as he became aware of it.
"Isn't it a little quick to be divorcing me?" he asked in a light tone that masked an inner hurt.
"I want to look at it properly," I answered. I could almost hear the mental sigh of relief. He held the little metal ring on my left hand between his thumb and pointer finger and tugged it off. All I could think was, how embarrassing would it be if it was stuck on my finger and he couldn't remove it?
But thankfully, it came off rather easily. For once, I was glad that I was a vampire whose diet consisted mostly of liquids. Well, not really. But liquid-ish enough.
He handed me the ring and I examined it carefully. It was pretty, and even in the dark, I could tell that it was a bright, shiny object. I ran my fingers across it's smooth shape and was surprised to find words engraved on the inside. I held up the ring and read the words 'I love Steve' on the inside.
That did it. The laughter I had been suppressing since Steve started his imitation of a priest bubbled over and overflowed out of me in peals of laughter. Okay, okay, so it was closer to guffaws than peals. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that my beloved's arms were holding onto me, I would have rolled off the bed, laughing my ass off.
"What's so funny?" he asked, and I could tell he was lifting an eyebrow from amused curiosity without even looking at him.
"Nothing," I replied, wiping tears from my eyes. "Your humble personality just totally blew me away,"
"It's not wrong, is it?" he asked, placing a finger inside the ring I held up and lightly stroking the engraved words.
"No. In fact, it couldn't be more right," I replied. I shifted myself in his arms, and my leg brushed against something velvety. I reached out and took hold of the jewellery box the rings had come in. I noticed that it was old and slightly tattered in certain areas. I frowned at it's aged, worn-out appearance. "Hey, how long have you been carrying these things about?"
He hesitated, taking the box from me and examining it as I had just moments before, but taking note of different things. He examined it as if it was something he'd done many times before.
"A while," he finally answered.
"A while?" I echoed, adding a quizzical twist to his words. Again he hesitated.
"Since your eleventh birthday," he confessed.
I turned in his arms, to stare up at him. "Huh?"
"They were meant as a joke," he explained. "But as time passed by, things changed, and I found that I couldn't do it. It somehow didn't seem... right," he shrugged. "So I just kept it. Then when you left..." he paused dramatically. "I was going to throw it away, but I couldn't do that either..."
"Oh..." I said, and rested my head once more on his chest, slipping my ring back on. "I'm glad you kept it," I said, after a few moments of nostalgic silence.
"Me too," he answered, kissing my forehead. "By the way," he said, breaking another comfortable silence that had settled between us. "You know what comes after the wedding, right?"
"What?" I asked him curiously. I had attended some weddings when I was much younger with my parents, and all I remember coming after weddings were absurdly large banquets that looked pretty, but very rarely tasted good.
"Consummation of our bond," he answered nonchalantly. This time, I went all tense. I could feel something hard and hot poking at my bottom. "The honeymoon, Mrs Leopard," he reiterated. I looked up. He grinned down at me with an expression I'm sure the wolf had on when little red riding hood made a comment about his teeth, minus the lust.
Then, without warning, he ripped off my clothing. The sound of fabric being torn brutally made me wince.
"Steve!" I gasped, shocked and outraged. I liked that shirt!
"Whoops," he said insincerely, grinning. I gasped again as I felt his tongue swirl around my nipple, while he tweaked my other nipple with his fingers, fondling it shamelessly. I squirmed under him as he abused my still quite sensitive peaks and they hardened within seconds.
"Steeeeevee," I moaned, drawing out the word as he continued to suck and bite my nipple, while pinching and rubbing the other one vigorously. The pain mixed with pleasure threatened to overwhelm me.
And we were still in the foreplay stage.
Then he moved on down, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses down my stomach to my shorts. He proceeded to rip them off too, with one single pull.
"There were buttons, you animal!" I protested through my lustful haze. He chuckled in reply, then caused me to gasp when he thrust his tongue into my channel. Slowly, he slipped his tongue up towards my clitoris, then began lapping at that. My fingers gripped the bedding below me and my knuckles quickly turned white from the force at which I was gripping it.
He continued his ministrations, his tongue carefully alternating between swirling and strumming my super sensitive bundle of nerves. Just as I thought it could not get any worse - or better, depending on how you looked at it - he thrust one finger into me, slipping it in and out, then he thrust in another, and another. Within moments he began shoving his fingers into me with in a fast rhythm. I nearly screamed. I clamped my hands down on my mouth to keep from waking up our kid.
The combined sensations of his tongue on my sensitive pearl and his fingers continuously entering my womanhood, it was only a matter of time before I came. My back arched off the bed and I moaned behind my hand, my body trembling and my walls closing around his fingers.
He pulled out his fingers and licked them carefully, watching me as I shook and trembled from the force of my orgasm. I stared back at him, and then decided to act on a primitive impulse.
I sat up and tackled him, pushing him onto his back. He let out a grunt of surprise at the sudden reversal of roles. Before he could question me, I unzipped him and released his erection, feeling strangely wild and forward from the months of sexual repression. His arousal was rock hard and I stroked the vein throbbing on the side. This time it was Steve's turn to moan.
I smiled at the power I held over him and continued stroking it, experimenting. I had never actually done anything like it before. The first two times we slept together I was too inexperienced with making love itself to do something like this, and the other times I was in too much pain or trying to get away to bother with pleasuring my soul mate. In fact, I think it was the first time I could actually see his erection in all it's naked glory. I continued my experimental strokes,discovering which method pleasured him most, as indicated by the increasing volume of his groans.
Fueled by the increasing scent of pheromones in the room, I leaned forward and took him in my mouth. I wish I had a sound recorder to capture the startled gasp Steve had emitted.
First I licked him all over - I had absolutely no idea what I was doing - then with some guidance from Steve, I started bobbing my head up and down on his shaft.
I gagged - a lot, but resisted the urge to retch. Steve started to writhe, just as I had. At one point, he even whimpered.
I couldn't help it. I laughed, my mirth vibrating the organ in my mouth. He pressed his hands against the side of my head and lifted me away from his arousal.
"You think it's funny?" he asked, his eyes burning with lust.
"I do, actually," I said, licking off a bit of pre-cum on my lips. He watched my tongue slide over my lips to lick off his essence, then returned my tackle, grasping my wrists and pinning me onto the bed. A thrill of excitement ran through me at the way he was asserting his dominance. Once again I cursed that masochistic side of me.
"Well then, let's see who makes the most noise when I'm inside you," he said, his arousal positioned at my entrance. I bit my lip, resisting the urge to moan as he slipped into me slowly, his tip entering me shallowly, then slid out again. I made a sound of protest. He grinned.
He continued to tease me, thrusting in slightly, then pulling back out again.
"Steve!" I growled, the name bursting out of my lips in a frustrated frenzy.
"Beg me," he commanded. I pressed my lips together stubbornly. He poked at my womanhood, brushing against my clitoris. I cried out in frustration.
"Please!" I said through gritted teeth.
"Please what?" he asked sweetly. I wanted to hit him. Really, really hard.
"Please do me," I said, and my already red cheeks darkened further at the embarrassing words. That diabolical smile of his grew wider.
"As you wish," he said, and with one shove, was buried inside me to the hilt. My back arched off the bed automatically and the both of us groaned, finally united once again. There was no doubt about it - we were meant for each other. Absolutely and totally.
He started moving. His initial rhythm was slow but steady, but it didn't last very long as I started moving with him. The tempo sped up, the bed creaking beneath us. The sound of slick flesh slamming into equally wet flesh accompanied the bed-creaking, making up an erotic backtrack of sorts.
He slid in and out, in and out, faster and faster. Then he stopped. I frowned at him quizzically as he lifted my legs and started thrusting harder, penetrating me even deeper. I whimpered as within moments he'd found my g-spot once again. He battered against it mercilessly, going deeper and pressing harder with each stroke. He grinned at the pathetic sounds I was emitting, but I could not have cared any less. I was about to lose control, and I didn't want to. Not yet.
Now the bed wasn't just creaking, it was creaking
violently and it had somehow started thumping too. At the back of my mind, I worried that we might have woken Laris up with the amount of noise we were making but I couldn't concentrate on it long enough as Steve continued to grind against me, going deeper with every stroke. From the amount of protesting from the bed, I was guessing that Steve was making use of his vampanezic strength.
The pressure in my abdomen started to build up as my orgasm neared.
"Steve- Ah... Aa-ah..." I moaned incoherently, trying to think of a way to tell him that I was about to come.
Too late. "Aahhh!" My inner walls started to shake and quiver, pressing against him violently as my whole body shook.
Steve let out a vulgar curse, burying himself as deeply as possible within me as I milked him relentlessly and jets of his seed spurted from him and into me, warming my inner channel with his essence.
He collapsed against me, the bed letting out a last, loud protesting groan. He kissed my neck as he rested on me, confident in my ability to not be squashed by his body weight.
"Now I get what it means," he muttered
"Hmm?" I hummed quizzically.
"Absence really does make the heart grow fonder. I don't think I've ever had an orgasm like that,"
I laughed. "Me neither, actually,"
He got up and gazed at me, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Wanna do it again,
Mrs Leopard?"
"Uhh..." I said nervously, trying not to acknowledge the evil grin on his face.
Just then, Laris wailed.
Thank God for children.
He pouted and released me. As I got off the bed, I tried to ignore the trails of hot, white liquid dripping down my leg. Or the fact that it seemed to be more copious than before. I guess Steve really wasn't joking about the 'best orgasm' thing.
"Oh well." he said. "We have the rest of our lives to do this," he shrugged as I ransacked the wardrobe for clothing, my shirt and shorts unsalvageable.
My hands paused as I was drawing the shirt over my head. "Yes, we do, don't we?" I said, wondering what I'd gotten myself into.
"Yup. Forever. And ever. And ever," Steve said, reaching over and helping me pull the shirt down over my head. Then he kissed me on the lips, his arms winding behind my back, drawing me closer.
"I love you, Mr Leopard," I told him, placing my palms on the sides of his face.
"I love you too, Mrs Leopard," he replied with a grin. Then he grabbed hold of my shoulders and pushed me towards the door. "Now go before I lose control."
I laughed and rushed out of the room giddily, admiring my new ring as I left towards my son's room.
