On my knees

After dealing with anything else other than his own hurt, it was now time for healing. Coming here had been the best decision he had made. He knew she would be right there by his side to support him. Just as he trusted Allison would now build up his brother again. His thoughts were interrupted when Lexa reached for his hand, gesturing that he had to be quiet. He followed her without asking any questions, moving silently like only a vampire could. Memories hit him when they entered her room, when he saw the bed.

This time he turned towards her too, but not like he had done before. He was not lead by his desire for her. Not in the same way. He just looked down on her, taking in every little detail he could notice. He felt the need to kiss her again. Not because he wanted her like he had that night, but because he wanted her. Out of love for her, not passion. He tilted his head slightly, blue eyes trailing along the features of her face that were now so familiar. The vampire fixed her with his gaze, a questioning shimmer in them, before looking at her lips. ”May I?” He whispered, finally breaking the silence between them.

So mesmerizing. All the small details that made her to the woman that was standing here before him. Beautiful in so many ways. While he was looking at her, he could still not understand how he got so lucky. How someone like her would choose to be with someone like him. They were so different, yet they matched perfectly. He felt completely himself with her. Human. Capable of human emotions without the monster lingering in the back, waiting on that second of distraction to strike. If he could, he would spend eternity by her side. Sadly, he knew they only had a limited time. Yet he did not hesitate to make the best out of it, even though he knew he would be the one getting hurt in the end.

There was nothing that could change his mind. When her soft lips pressed against his, there was no doubt that this was what he wanted. What he needed. The odds were against them but his heart wanted her and only her. The man kissed her back, while his hands trailed off again. When they reached her lower back, he pulled her closer. Gentle, tender. Lovingly. They didn’t need to hurry, after all.

Her room was almost like a sanctuary. When he entered here, it was as if he left all his troubles at the door. In here, he could be whoever he wanted to be. Whoever she needed him to be. Nothing holding them back to be with each other. Not her rank, his curse, their history they didn’t share, nor the one they did. The only thing that mattered was her, and the love he had for her. For a moment, he took it all in.

Then he gave in, surrendered. To her, to this moment. It almost felt like this was their first time all over again. In a way, it was. His feelings for her had changed. They had become more intense, if that was even possible. Even though he had his eyes closed, he felt like he could now see her. Her heartbeat went up and he couldn’t keep himself from smiling a bit. Slowly his hand slipt under her shirt, trailing her spine up and eventually wandering off to the front. When he could feel her heartbeat drumming against the palm of his hand, he kept his hand still. Gently, he nipped at her lower lip, after which his kiss became more intense.

Almost thoughtless, unhurried, he melted into the kiss - humming a pleased little croon against her mouth as the warmth of her body stretched out along his. It started in his chest, where his heart would be beating only for her if it still could. It had no use to him anymore. Then he realised, it didn’t matter. The only thing he needed it for, was for loving her. He didn’t just love her with his heart though. It was his mind too, his soul, his whole being. He felt complete, as if she had been the missing piece.

The reaction he caused with his touch, was clearly audible. But he wanted to feel it too. He wanted to feel as close as possible to her. Connected with her. With his hand on her heart, he let his enhanced senses open up a bit more. Her warmth caused a fire in his veins, slowly making its way through his body and setting him ablaze. A scorching heat, but he wasn’t afraid to get burned. Mort tilted his head a bit more, leaned forward to press his body against hers. Curiously he explored the curve of her upper lip with his tongue, eager to get to know her. Her taste, her scent, her warmth.

No matter how lost he was, she would always guide him home. Back to where he didn’t have to pretend to be anyone else but himself. Where he would never be judged for his actions, his decisions, his mistakes. Rather he could learn from them and move on, with her encouragement. Around her, he wanted to be the best version of himself. Because she gave him a reason to improve himself. She gave that last little push he needed so badly. The guidance he had been looking for.

It was impossible to even start explaining how much he loved her, at least not with words. So he tried to do so with actions. They had all night. Suddenly he wasn’t exhausted anymore. Instead, he was fuelled by the desire to show her what he felt for her. His movements were gentle, loving. Her hands moved away from his face, sending a shiver through his body when she placed it them on his lower back and neck. Upon her invite, he went a bit further, meeting her tongue in a teasingly slow movement. His hand wandered down too, digging his nails carefully in soft flesh.

In this room, the boundaries seemed to fade. Where he would always be respectful to her, especially with her Commander war paint, he couldn’t resist the urge to take over the lead from time to time. And to his surprise, she let him do that without any protest. The vampire only perceived it as a compliment. He also happily accepted the challenge. For her, he would make the effort for sure. It seemed to work perfectly. Her heartbeat didn’t lie, and the temperature in the room was rising fast. It also wasn't the only thing that was rising.

Lexa pulled back, softly biting his lip. After that, she tugged at the fabric of his shirt. This time though, he wouldn’t give in so easily. With the most innocent smile around his lips, he tilted his head slightly to the right. ”Hmm? Something wrong?” He said, the rough tone of his voice contradicting his smile.

A few times he had thought about the fact that they had been rushing into this. Maybe a bit too fast. They didn’t even know each other for that long. On the other hand, they already knew a lot of things about the other. Wasn’t that the most important thing? Besides, Mort had always been one to let his heart overrule his common sense. He could try not to, but once it was set on something, it was very hard to turn back. And honestly, he didn’t even want to try. Not with her. It simply felt too right to even dare thinking this was a mistake.

Her whisper sent a shiver down his body again, after which he was now the one struggling for air. He didn’t even need to breathe, yet he was so captivated by her beauty he simply couldn’t stop it. He felt like she was getting a bit impatient. When she grabbed his shirt, he let her take the lead for a second. His hands found their way to her back again, exploring the curve of her shoulders and back while he kissed her. Eventually though, he pulled away. He turned away from her, slipping out of his shirt while walking to the bed. He looked over his shoulder. A silent demand in his burning blue eyes. Come join me.

“Hmm? Something wrong?”

In the blink of an eye he was standing next to her again. Cold fingers gently wrapping around her throat as he pushed her towards the bed. Not in a way it would hurt her. It was more to display his dominance for a second. She shouldn’t play games with a vampire. When she was down on the bed, he crawled over her on his knees. Placing them between her thighs, so she would have a harder time escaping him if she tried. But part of him was pretty sure she wouldn’t. He leaned on his hands, hovering over her. With a mischievous smirk around his lips, he looked down on her. ”No? Not at all”, He said, while teasingly pressing his hips down a bit harder. Putting pressure on her, causing friction where it would affect her the most.