Her cheeks turn pink as she laces her fingers in mine, “Thank you. I certainly don’t feel beautiful right now.”
“Well that’s because those clothes are a gods damned nightmare,” I mutter.
Her laughter fills the room, “They’re the designated period outfit. The only things that are comfortable right now.”
Scooting closer, I plead, “Can I help you? Ease some of the pain you’re feeling?”
She nods emphatically, and my relief is immense. As I reach for her stomach, she asks me how I can heal her and if all demons have this ability.
After pausing to think how best to answer, I try to explain something even I don’t fully understand, “I’m nottechnicallyhealing anything. I’m just… tricking your body into thinking it doesn’t hurt. I can do it for small things like this, or a hangover, which has come in handymanytimes,” she grins, beaming at me. “But for something like this,” I tap on her hand, “I’m useless.”
“And all of your kind of demons can do this?” she clarifies.
I shrug, “Presumably. It’s part of the empath thing, I guess. I don’t want your brain to react to the pain happening in your body, so I stop it. Just like I can stop emotional pain. Those like Caspian can do things that I can’t do, aside from just chomping through bones.” At her grimace, I proceed, “He has telekinetic stuff he can do. Oh, and Eamon can do ummm… fuck, what’s it called when you can just like speak into someone’s mind?”
“Telepathy?” her brows raise, “Wow. That’s… I bet that’s useful.”
“And a colossal pain in my ass sometimes.” I recall the first time he did it a few years back, telling me not to kill someone. I thought I had grown a conscience for a second. When I recall the story to her, her laughter turns into howls, so loud it almost hurts.
I love every second.
“Do you think he’s used that on Isla?” she asks between laughing fits.
“I think she’d cut his balls off if he tried.”
This is where I’m meant to be. Making Bel laugh and forget her troubles for the moment. Not dealing with drunk assholes for hours every night.
I lean in and kiss the corner of her laughing mouth, capturing this moment in my mind as the one I know will surpass every other memory I’ve had in 1,000 years. She allows me to deepen the kiss, her smile stuck on her cheeks between every press of my lips on hers.
I lean over her, sliding my tongue across hers. She sighs before pushing my chest, “Fritz. I’m on my period, or did you forget?”
“Darling girl,” I chuckle, “Do you think I give a fuck about a little blood? I would drink every bodily fluid you have if you’d let me.”
She covers her face, hiding the reddest cheeks I’ve ever seen, giggling, “You’re disgusting.”
“Absolutely, yes. Only for you, my Songbird.” My admission triggers her doubts, and knowing I’m the reason for her insecurity kills me. But what can I do? I won’t take this from her; ease her emotions against her will. Over time, she’ll see my devotion in a way that words can never prove. For now, I know just how to begin showing it. “Let mereallyhelp you feel better.” I nudge her head to the side and kiss her neck, pulling soft moans from her sweet mouth.
“Fritz, I am not having sex on my period,” she pants out, fighting against the way her body begs for mine.
“No sex,” I promise, “I can work with that. We’ve gotten creative before, if you remember.”
“You’re not seriously talking about eating me out right now,”That’s exactly what I’m going to do.
“Of course I am,” I bite on her earlobe, “I’ll happily coat my face in your blood if it’ll make you come screaming.”
“I uhhh,” she stutters, “I don’t think I’m ready for that.”Holy fuck, I love how comfortable she feels telling me her boundaries.A sense of pride fills my chest every time, like I’m worthy of her trust, her whole self. I’m not. But it’s incredible to know she thinks I am.
“What about these?” I wave my hand in front of her face, “We both know how much you love to fuck yourself on my fingers.”
“Okay.”Hmmm… not quite what I’m looking for.
“Bel, you don’t have to. If you’re not into it, you’re not into it.” I lean back and watch her face, waiting for her to take the lead on what she wants.
“No,” she shakes her head, “I amveryinto it. But obviously it’s something completely new for me.”
“It’s new for me, too,” I assure her. “So it’ll be an adventure for both of us.”
“You’re kidding,” she tells me. “You’ve never done period… stuff before?”
