The Vampire and Her Human Mate

14| The written word

Beau had been on cloud nine all night and into Tuesday. Even the stern talking to he had from his manager at the library or the fact that he was heavily penalized for his late assignment couldn't bring him down.

He was having dinner with Toby and David. It was light and fun, even with David who was in some kind of a funk.

Toby was trying to convince them to come traveling with him after graduation.

"Nah man." Beau shook his head. "Besides the fact I don't have any money, I'm already applying for jobs. I need to be able to join as soon as something becomes available."

"Dave. My dude, what about you?"

David shrugged. "I don't even know if I'm going to graduate. I might need to do another teaching period."

"You guys suck."

"How about a compromise?" Beau suggested. "Let's do a weekend away."

It was easy to give that, they were still months away from having enough credit to graduate.

Beau turned to David. "If you need help, let me know."

David grunted.

They were interrupted by Beau's phone ringing. His heart leapt seeing it was Bianca. "Excuse me."

He hastily got up from the table and practically ran to his room.

"I assume that's the chick," David said.

Toby just chuckled. He liked seeing his friend so happy.

~*~

"Hey," he said happily.

"Hello." Her voice was a balm for him. He sighed hearing it.

"How's it all going over there?"

"Yeah good, getting some good progress… that's kinda why I'm calling," his heart clenched- he could hear her trepidation. She continued, "I'm not going to make it back tomorrow as planned."

"Oh." He couldn't help the disappointment colouring his voice. "When then?"

She hesitated. "I don't want to say and then not make it again."

"We're talking days though, yeah? Not weeks?" He clarified, concerned it would be the latter.

"Days," she answered quickly. "There's no way I can wait longer than that."

He smiled at her evident need to be with him. It boosted his confidence, he was sure she felt as intensely as he did. There had been more than one point in their time together where he had felt overcome, none more than when they had made love in the shower. He had felt like he needed to do more to prove his love and dedication. Tell her he loved her. Asked her to marry him, to have his babies. It had been so all consuming. Whatever his body wanted he hadn't done it and he'd felt incomplete without it.

"Can you video call?" He asked. He needed to see her.

He could hear her smile in her voice as she agreed and they both turned it on. He felt a peace settle over him seeing her face. She was wearing a high necked sweater. He wanted to see his love bite on her and indicated with his hand.

She grinned and placed her phone down, propping it, so he could still see her, and pulled her sweater over her head. He took a moment to be blown away by seeing so much of her flesh, her glorious chest bare. She leant forward and bared her neck. The love bite had faded more than he would have thought after only one day.

"It's almost gone already."

"I heal quick."

"I miss you," Beau offered.

Her face softened. "I miss you too. Would you do something for me?"

"Of course."

"Design a tattoo for me."

"Yeah?" He asked, excited. "Where do you want it on me?"

Her smile crept and she placed her hand over the spot of the fading bruise. "For me, here."

Joy blossomed in his chest. "Bianca…" he took in a few breaths, biting his lip as he felt his eyes prick with tears.

"I will have a mark for you also," she said, her voice husky.

"I love you," he said without any hesitation. He needed her to know. He saw her hesitate to respond, so he spoke quickly. "You don't have to say it back. I just need you to know that you are it for me."

She nodded but couldn't seem to say anything. He knew that she was happy but scared to show her feelings. He had learnt a lot about her in their day together.

Her gaze glanced to the side and an annoyed look came over her face. "I'm sorry Beau but I have to go." She picked the phone up so the camera centered on her face again.

"No worries. Talk tomorrow?"

She smiled her answer to him.

With the call ended, Beau sat in his room, not ready to go back out and socialize with his friends. He climbed into bed with his sketchbook.

~*~

Bianca hastily pulled her sweater back over her head and opened the door of the guest room she was in. Her mother stood on the other side. Bianca had heard her approach. Freya, knowing this, had therefore not even bothered to knock.

"Everything is ready."

Bianca relaxed, her annoyance at having her call with Beau cut short, disappearing. "So we can do all this now?"

Freya nodded, indicating for Bianca to follow her. They went to her lab. It had an amazing meld of modernisation and old world alchemy to it.

Freya had already set everything up. She pointed out what station was for what and what order things would need to be done in.

"This one is the most volatile, so I recommend we do it last. These two will take the longest to set, so we will start there. You take this one, and I'll take the other."

Bianca accepted her expertise and started at the station Freya instructed her to. They got to work quietly. It was like riding a bike for Bianca. Her mother had drilled spellcraft into her from the age of four until Freya had left, as it became apparent she had no magical abilities- and the academy had included classes on it. She couldn't imbue anything with magic, but potions and spell prep could be done by anyone.

"Now, don't forget to bond-"

"The dry elements before adding the liquid," Bianca interrupted. She nodded.

Freya paused and watched her daughter work. "You were always so good at this."

"Yes, but I was better at others. And this would have never been enough."

"Mmm."

They worked in silence, only speaking to check in on each other's progress and when Bianca wanted to double check a component. Bianca typically would've powered through without asking clarifying questions, but this was too important.

Freya noticed.

"Love isn't a weakness," Freya said abruptly halfway through their crafting.

Bianca raised an eyebrow at her mother. "Not in and of itself," she agreed.

They settled back into silence.

~*~

Beau woke early in the morning. He felt a soft lulling as he woke up, his first thought of Bianca. He glanced over to his phone, seeing it light up. A message from her.

He reached for it, his other hand brushing over his s*x. He was feeling the beginning of an episode. It was only slight and he knew from experience it could go either way when it was like this.

Bianca: Morning… I'm thinking of you.

Her obvious meaning brought his arousal to life, and he pushed his clothing and bedding aside, so he could take himself into his hand. He felt himself harden quickly from his touch and thoughts of her.

He bit his lip and hesitated for a second. Would this be okay? He brought the camera up on his phone and with his other hand still holding himself, he took a picture and sent it.

The move made him nervous. What if she didn't like that type of thing, at least without having asked for it?

He saw the ellipsis showing she was writing something back.

He felt a further swelling of his member, both his own desire and his strange condition coming together. It felt like when he was with her.

Bianca: I'm going to destroy you when I'm back there. I'm going to tie you up and you're never leaving that bed.

He chuckled at her response. Awkwardly, he typed one handed.

Beau: I like the sound of that. I'm going to worship you so much you won't want to leave again… I want you to c*m now thinking of me.

Bianca: You too. Imagine I'm on your face and you're in my mouth.

He groaned at the thought as arousal surged through him. He did just what she said, imagining tasting the flesh of her p***y as her perfect mouth wrapped around him.

The feeling was intense. His hand moved, first gripping his base and pumping a few times before settling on his tip- she favored tip play, from the times she had gone down on him.

When he felt close, he stroked his full length. He could only too well imagine her taking him fully into her mouth and the way her sweet throat would clench around him. He came with a moan.

He grabbed his phone and messaged, hoping she had c*m too. He didn't want to take her out of it with the distraction of another message. You made me c*m so hard with your taste in my mouth.

He could see the ellipsis again.

Bianca: f**k, you're hot. I'm going to bed now, but I want this again later.

He grinned.

Beau: Gladly. You just tell me how far I can go.

Her response was quick.

Bianca: Trust your judgment. Hasn't steered you wrong so far.

Beau: Message me the second you wake up.

Feeling emboldened, he started to write up something for later on and save it on his phone. He only had a morning class and then a few online tutoring sessions in the afternoon. He was going to finesse it over the day so she had something really hot when requested.

~*~

Bianca had actually been tired, after the marathon that was spending Monday with Beau, traveling to Italy and then almost 12 hours of spellcrafting. But she had missed him and couldn't help but think of him as she slipped in between the sheets.

That picture had driven her wild. He had angled it so you were looking up at his shaft as he held it, the fox tattoo visible and cropping out anything above his pierced n*****s. His tattoos framed his manhood and his piercing gleaned.

She had never texted stuff like that. She never had someone she wanted so badly it had to spill over to other formats.

When the morning arrived she stretched and immediately thought of him and what he would have for her. She ran her hands over her breasts wanting to be ready. She grabbed her phone.

Even before she could unlock the thing, a new message popped up.

Beau: You up?

Bianca: Thirsty much?

Beau: For you, yes.

She smiled.

Bianca: What you got for me?

Two messages appeared one after the other

Beau: I'll be thinking of you like this…

It took a few seconds before the image came through- a sketch of her sitting on the edge of a bed, one leg off the side and the other crossed under her, her hands between her legs. It was a rough sketch but relayed everything more rawly than a photo even would have.

Her brow creased. She had m*********d like that when she had called for her mate all those months ago… calling for him to find her.

His next message read.

Beau: While you think of this…

She exhaled slowly as she started to read. It was the description of their first time together. "Whoa."

She got hot and heavy very quickly as she read and then re-read it. She threw the blanket off her and positioned herself for him. She imagined him beneath her as she thought back over their first encounter and the words he had used to describe it- adding intensity as it was from his perspective. She grinded on her own hand, biting her lip to keep from crying out. She quickly felt herself fall apart just like she had that night with him.

Fuck, she thought. How did she deserve him?

Beau: You're amazing.

She smiled at his words, like he had been in it with her.

Bianca: My turn next.

Beau: Can't wait.

With that, she cheerfully padded into the ensuite and showered. The talismans that required time before being imbued with magic would be done in the next hour. She went to work with an extra spring in her step.

~*~