Insatiable
© LadyNutella
I could hear him mumbling around our room. Louis, my sleepyhead lover. Whilst I rise early, the very moment the sun dips below the horizon, Louis will slip into mortal-like slumber. There are some nights when he will remain, for several hours, curled beneath the comforter, his lovely face obscured by a veil of ebony hair.
He talks to himself, as he goes about his evening routine. I have to smile. He hasn't changed in 200 years. Except...
"Have you seen my book, Lestat?"
I glance away from the screen of my computer.
"Which book is that, mon Louis?"
What a treat he is to behold. He stands in the doorway, wearing my burgundy velvet dressing gown. The sash trails from the belt loop and he holds the robe closed with one hand.
"It's the biography I've been reading. Voltaire."
Louis passes by glancing at the desk, lifting a pillow from the couch.
"Perhaps you dropped it." I watch him. I can't help myself. He looks so deliciously sleepy...
"Do you think so?" He gets down on hands and knees, and peers under the table, the sofa.
"Shall I help you look for it?" I slide the chair back from the desk, about to join him in the search.
"No... it will turn up."
I look affectionately at him as he stretches under the desk, lifting the draperies that obscure the window.
"You are enchanting in that position, you know," I chuckle.
"Don't even think of it, Lestat." He replies his voice low.
I knelt down beside him, running my hand over the velvet, up his back. He backs up swiftly and rises, looking balefully into my eyes.
"Not now."
I trace his lower lip with my finger.
"You're cold. I could warm you..." I try to give him my very best seductive expression, what Louis refers to as "bedroom eyes."
"It won't work, Lestat."
"Why not?" I murmur against his cheek.
I feel him sigh; a cool breath across my ear. I shivered.
"You really shouldn't do that if you want no parts of me tonight."
He draws back smiling.
"I didn't say that. I want to go out first. It won't take long..." Louis said.
"Neither will this..."
I kiss him. Even when he is cold, his mouth excites me. His arms are around me. My hands slip under the dressing gown, over his white skin. I made him this way. To be like me. To be mine for all time. The thought is as intoxicating as fine brandy. Before he can complain, I have him on the floor, flat on his back, under me.
"Sweet Louis..." I whisper, kissing him. "My Beautiful One..."
He returns my affection, his mouth pressed hard against mine, fingers tangled in my hair, soft sounds of passion mingling with mine.
"Had enough for the moment?" He asks.
His eyes are betraying his true thoughts, glistening as dark jewel-green when he cannot hide his passion.
"I could never have enough of you." I smile and kiss his collarbone.
"Lestat, please."
"What do you want and were do you want it?"
We're both laughing with that blunt question.
He sits up, pressing me to one side.
"I want... " Louis smiles, "to continue this later."
I lay back, hands behind my head, flat on the parlor floor.
"Very well. I'll wait here for you." I grin as I watch him rise to his feet, pulling the robe over the enticing pale flesh. "I won't move a muscle."
"Unless the phone rings..." He shoots back, glancing over his shoulder as he leaves the room.
"I'll incinerate it."
"You're incorrigible." His voice echoes in the hall.
"You're delicious."
I hear him laughing in his bedroom. My Louis. My little sober-sides. How I love you when you're laughing.
****
As I left the flat, I could hear him chuckling to himself. He knows the earth, moon and stars revolve around him. He knows he could seduce angel or demon. Lestat, you are a glutton for affection. It would be so easy to give into him and his every whim, but then nothing would ever be accomplished. The books I ordered weeks ago have just arrived at that little book shop in Pirate's Alley The painting Lestat wanted has been obtained by the gallery.
Lestat.
How my mind always comes back to you no matter where my thoughts lie.
Lie.... to lie in Lestat's arms... his hair tickling my chest as he inches down my body. His tongue is warm and I can still smell the mortal's blood on him. His hands are warm, too, as they linger on the skin of my inner thighs...
Damn. This woolgathering will never do. Vampiric grace goes to Hell, when I'm thinking of him. I turn into a moonstruck calf. as lovesick as a teenager. At least no one saw me walk into that lamppost.
I must feed. The blood lust is cresting, but even the hunger takes a back seat to my passion for him.
Hunger... for his blood. For his mouth and kisses and his body tight against mine. The hardness of him as he takes me. The heat of him, the pounding of his heart, the sound of his breathing, the taste of his sweat...
The blood of mortals cannot come close to sating me. It will warm me, but I'd rather drink in the fire of mon Lestat.
****
I couldn't very will stay there on the parlor floor, could I? How long would I have to wait for Louis' return? Perhaps an hour? Perhaps two? That's far too long to keep me waiting. The French Quarter is a small place. I'll find him. I'll bring him home. Hell, I take him to the nearest empty room! The tryst will be all the sweeter with the element of looming discovery. Louis will hate that. He'll fume for at least five minutes. Then he'll relax... and let me sweep him under, drown him with passion. He's never been an innocent, he only looks that way.
There he is, just stepping from that alleyway, closing the gate behind him. He walks away from me, down Bourbon, melting into the usual Friday night crowd. I can track him, he walks slowly, stopping to glance into a shop window or into a bar. I'll just dash around the block and meet up with him. No. I'll surprise him! Go along the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street, past the hookers and drunks. They should be glad I've only one variety of vice on my mind, and they aren't included. Cross the street, open the cast iron security bars that secure this courtyard, and wait in the darkness for him. Here's Louis... little smile on those wanton lips... reach out...and... THERE!
He stands before me in the darkness, blinking in surprise.
"Lestat!" He gasps, "What are YOU doing here?"
"I'm taking you to our bower of sensual delights." I whisper as I draw close to him.
I can feel him shudder as I breathe on his neck. I want to make you shudder harder than that, Louis.
"What do you think you're doing," he hisses, trying to pull away.
My mouth is hard as it locks on his. I hold him fast. He cannot move.
"I want to make love to you," I whisper as I draw back.
"What?" His green eyes open wide. "Now? HERE?"
I kiss him again, forcing his body against the wall with mine.
"Uh huh."
He's not struggling, but he's not melting either. Hm. Maybe I've put him in shock.
No matter.
My mouth is on his again, and he is so delicious. I slip my leg between his and press harder.
There is the sound of a slowly released breath. I can feel his hands grasping at my clothing, clasping at my back.A low moan.
Is it me or him?
It's me... He 's returning my kisses, his lips and tongue more demanding than my own. I can feel him writhe against me in pleasure, hands firmly traveling over my body, over my crotch and lingering there. Mon Dieu, Louis... what you do to me...
I hardly have time to catch my breath between kisses. He's a skillful lover and knows exactly what, how, and where I like it. His hands can be as tender or demanding and tonight are both. I find myself being turned, so that I am the one on the wall and he is the aggressive lover.
Bite me! Please... let me feel your teeth cut my flesh, your tongue lapping up the blood as it runs down my neck. His breath is so warm against my skin, so rapid, all I can do is cling to him, lose myself in him.
I can feel him loosen my belt, unzip my jeans... oh, his hand is warm... What ever has inspired you tonight, my ardent paramour?
And he's down before me, hands clasping my buttocks, taking me, his silky tongue running over my skin, driving me mad. He pulls me forward, into his mouth. Hard. Nearly buckling over, I tangle my fingers into his thick, black hair. It is all I can do to keep myself from crying out. I can feel his teeth rake the skin, teasing me. Louis, if you keep this up, I shall forget how to breathe!. Again he pulls me forward, very hard. I thrust to meet him. He hold on to me tightly, not permitting me to move. My knees are about to give out when he releases me.
He rises to his feet once more, zipping the fly, fingers lovingly securing my belt. His lips touch mine. Such soft, gentle kisses.
****
"You don't want to finish this here, do you?" I whisper. My voice is husky. I look up into his face.
He bends and brushes his lips across mine."No... not here..." Lestat murmurs to me. "I want to take my time with you... " He kissed me, hands tracing the features of my face. "I want to... show you how much I love you." Lestat takes my hand kisses it.
I forget about the books, the painting, the errands. The expression of his eyes, the softness that is there... how I used to long for that! And now, he is mine. I permit him to lead me from the alley. The passionate tryst has melted to tenderness.
How welcoming the old house is. How comfortingly familiar. If we had been lovers from the start, all those years ago, we would have avoided so much sorrow.
He takes me by both hands and draws me into our bedroom. This Lestat has gentle hands and a loving voice. I let him undress me, each touch followed by a kiss. I am lost in his soft gray eyes, his quiet voice, the delicate sensation of his tongue across my chest.
His clothes end up in a heap by the bed, he grins boyishly as he slips beneath the sheet and presses me into the soft embrace of the featherbed.
"I wanted to surprise you tonight..." he begins, as he nuzzles my neck. "But when you began..."
"Shhh." I press my finger to his lips. "No more talk...," I whisper, "just... this."
Our mouths meet and the kiss grows and grows until it consumes us both.
I slip my fingers into his hair and close my eyes as he trails kisses down my abdomen. Would it always have been this good if we had come together earlier? All those lost years. It was all the sweeter the first time... Lestat, you were so tender that night. I had thought you were dead for years and years, then to find you again. I hadn't expected it to happen. I hoped you wouldn't say something caustic as I watched you walk towards me. And then, after that embrace, those first kisses set our very souls afire. We made love to each other in the soft grass behind that damned helicopter, no one to see us, the world asleep as we consummated our great love. You never told anyone, did you, Lestat? You never wrote that in any of the books. It was our great secret, and still is, along with the perfectly marvelous lie about the vampire's inability to perform!
****
"What are you smiling about, mon Louis?" I slide up the bed and begin to nibble at his ear.
His eyes are dancing jewels as he turns to me, his hand resting on my breast."I was just thinking... " he kisses me gently. "That's all."
"Ah, mon amour, you are not telling me the truth!"
I pull him on top of me.
"Is there some great fantasy you have that has been left untold?" I smile. "You're eyes were closed! Were you dreaming that perhaps it was someone else who was pleasuring you?"
He kisses me, fingers gently caressing the hair from my face.
"Never, my love." He sighs, settling atop me, moving his hips slightly to arouse me all the more. "You are the only one. There's never been anyone else. Not in my dreams, not in my arms."
"Then what," I ask teasingly, "was that delightful little smile about?"
He nuzzles my neck.
"I was thinking about our first time together." His voice is soft and dreamy. "How we stood kissing for the longest time, not saying a word... letting the silence speak for itself. And how you led me to that sheltered place, and we lay down in each other's arms. And you made love to me."
"Oh, Louis..." I breathe. He remembers things at just the right time. He has a gift for making this dark life so very, very sweet.
He moves lower and presses his body against mine.
"Do you want me?" He bends and places a kiss in the center of my chest.
"Always, mon cher Louis..." I gasp. I meet his thrusts with the same intensity. It is he who is the dominant lover tonight. It is he who is the insatiable one. The one who cannot get enough. The one who must wring every ounce of passion from my body and beg for more. And it is he who drives his fangs into my neck and drinks greedily until I swoon from the passion....
****
I watch him as he sleeps in my arms. The soft hair falling across his face, the gentle rise and fall of his chest. No one else, Lestat. No one ever. Only you and you alone. There was never anyone who could love me so ardently, so fiercely. My own insatiable Lestat. If I must walk the earth every night into eternity, let it be by your side. You own my soul.