Frost's Soulmate
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1 through F › Blade (All)
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Adult +
Chapters:
16
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I've Grown Tired
I’ve Grown Tired
~*~
"I guess I’ve grown tired, it’s just what’s expected of me
To tear your heart, from the inside to the outside
You know I was wired, I just couldn’t help it
The hundred thousand times I hurt you"
-Tabitha’s Secret
~*~
The weeks passed by quickly. Things still weren’t right between the couple and Deacon was starting to get a little frustrated after three weeks of no sex but he was dealing. Raven for her part was amazed at how understanding he was being. It was a full month later that she started feeling sick. It wasn’t all the time but it was often enough to bother her. After a week of it she finally went to Clarice, a witch Deacon had on standby as a nurse.
“Hi, Raven,” Clarice smiled sitting behind a desk and filing her nails. “What’s up?”
“I’ve been kind of sick lately.”
“Vampires don’t get sick.”
“Exactly.”
“Hmm… Well, hop up on my table.”
Raven looked around the room. “You don’t have a table.”
“Very well, use the desk.” Suddenly, Raven was unsure about Clarice helping her since the girl seemed completely insane. Still she sat down on the edge of the desk and Clarice got up. “Well… let’s see…” She laid her hand over Raven’s head and chanted. “Hmm…”
“What?”
“What? I’m no doctor. I’m a healer. This’ll take a few moments though.” Raven resisted the urge to growl at the witch. Thirty minutes later the witch regarded Raven thoughtfully. “You’re Deacon’s girl, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Huh.”
“What is it?”
“You’ve been faithful?”
“Yes,” Raven said wanting to snap at her.
“I don’t mean to insult you but you’re pregnant and Deacon’s a made vampire of his kind, and like our made vampires he can’t have kids.”
“I’m what?!”
“I checked several times, that’s what took so long.”
“You’re sure?”
“I have an old fashioned test if you want to check again but, yeah, I’m sure.”
“Not that I don’t trust your expertise but, yeah, I’d like to try a test.”
“That’s fine.” She raffled through a cabinet and pulled out a small oblong box. “You want to do it here?”
“Yeah, it wouldn’t be good for Deacon to see it.”
“Bathroom’s through there.” Raven went in and took the test. She sat on a chair in the room and laid her head in her hands. This couldn’t be happening. She hadn’t slept with anyone but Deacon ever. She closed her eyes concentrating on her own body reaching out with her telepathic powers. She could feel something but told herself that she was imagining it. She sat staring at the floor for the entire half hour. Finally, she got to her feet and looked down at the test.
“Oh god.”
“You okay?”
“I… not really.”
“Are you going to come out of the bathroom?”
“I don’t know.” Raven finally managed to make her way out of the bathroom. “What do I do?”
“You’ve got to tell him, obviously.”
“What’s he going to think? I can answer that he’s going to think I cheated on him. He’ll never believe me.”
“You aren’t giving him enough credit.” Raven just looked at the other woman. “…Okay… maybe he’s not the most understanding man but I’m sure you’ll get him to come around.”
“Somehow I really doubt it, but thanks.” When Raven finally made it back to the room she and Deacon shared Deacon was standing regarding the kitchen on one of the monitors. He looked up when she came in.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He crossed over to her and kissed her lightly.
“What’re you doing?”
“Spying.”
“Why?”
“I have to have a reason?” He crossed over to their bed and kicked his shoes off before facing her again.
“Yeah, that would make sense.”
“Where were you today?”
“I went to go see Clarice.”
Deacon’s blue eyes narrowed in concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I was just feeling kind of out of it.”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Yep.” She walked over to him and ran her hands over his chest. “In fact I feel pretty damn good.”
“Yeah?” he asked distracted by her hands.
“Mmm… hmm…” She pushed him onto the bed and straddled his legs. “I’ve missed you, you know.”
“I’ve missed you too. I swear, though, if you’re teasing me I’ll be forced to hurt you.” She laughed and pulled her shirt off tossing it behind her. With an almost feral growl he rolled them over and got to his feet getting rid of his own clothes so fast she knew they must have torn. He didn’t care; he was back on her before she could even finish unbuttoning her pants. He finished for her and yanked them off. He suddenly slowed down as he pulled her panties off and unhooked her bra sliding it slowly off her body.
“Deacon?” she whispered confused by his sudden change in mood.
“My formal apology,” he grinned at her before dipping his head to her breast and suckling. “I hurt you bad, I was a complete and utter asshole. I don’t deserve you but for some reason that I can’t comprehend you want to be with me.”
“I don’t get it either,” she smiled.
“I’m going to start being worthy of you. I can’t change who I am but I can change who I am with you.” Her eyes fluttered closed as he kissed her. She leaned into the kiss eagerly. She hadn’t realized how much she was missed being with him until now. She had been denying herself as well as him.
His hands and mouth were everywhere, memorizing her every curve until she came apart under him twice, only then did he allow himself to sink into her. They both moaned at their joining, denied for so long. He met her gaze as he started to move, allowing a slight mind merge for the first time, allowing her to see his feelings for her. He may not be able to say what he felt, he may not even know himself if it was love, but he could show her.
Raven reached up and touched his face gently caressing his cheek. He nuzzled her hand, kissing the palm tenderly. “I love you,” she told him. She didn’t expect him to say it back, but now she knew that he did. That was good enough for now.
They reached their release together and fell, sweaty and sated onto the mattress. She cuddled up to his side not knowing how to tell him. Soon he was asleep and she got up, throwing on one of his shirts and sitting on the windowsill watching the city lights. Sleep wouldn’t come for her that night.
~*~
"I guess I’ve grown tired, it’s just what’s expected of me
To tear your heart, from the inside to the outside
You know I was wired, I just couldn’t help it
The hundred thousand times I hurt you"
-Tabitha’s Secret
~*~
The weeks passed by quickly. Things still weren’t right between the couple and Deacon was starting to get a little frustrated after three weeks of no sex but he was dealing. Raven for her part was amazed at how understanding he was being. It was a full month later that she started feeling sick. It wasn’t all the time but it was often enough to bother her. After a week of it she finally went to Clarice, a witch Deacon had on standby as a nurse.
“Hi, Raven,” Clarice smiled sitting behind a desk and filing her nails. “What’s up?”
“I’ve been kind of sick lately.”
“Vampires don’t get sick.”
“Exactly.”
“Hmm… Well, hop up on my table.”
Raven looked around the room. “You don’t have a table.”
“Very well, use the desk.” Suddenly, Raven was unsure about Clarice helping her since the girl seemed completely insane. Still she sat down on the edge of the desk and Clarice got up. “Well… let’s see…” She laid her hand over Raven’s head and chanted. “Hmm…”
“What?”
“What? I’m no doctor. I’m a healer. This’ll take a few moments though.” Raven resisted the urge to growl at the witch. Thirty minutes later the witch regarded Raven thoughtfully. “You’re Deacon’s girl, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Huh.”
“What is it?”
“You’ve been faithful?”
“Yes,” Raven said wanting to snap at her.
“I don’t mean to insult you but you’re pregnant and Deacon’s a made vampire of his kind, and like our made vampires he can’t have kids.”
“I’m what?!”
“I checked several times, that’s what took so long.”
“You’re sure?”
“I have an old fashioned test if you want to check again but, yeah, I’m sure.”
“Not that I don’t trust your expertise but, yeah, I’d like to try a test.”
“That’s fine.” She raffled through a cabinet and pulled out a small oblong box. “You want to do it here?”
“Yeah, it wouldn’t be good for Deacon to see it.”
“Bathroom’s through there.” Raven went in and took the test. She sat on a chair in the room and laid her head in her hands. This couldn’t be happening. She hadn’t slept with anyone but Deacon ever. She closed her eyes concentrating on her own body reaching out with her telepathic powers. She could feel something but told herself that she was imagining it. She sat staring at the floor for the entire half hour. Finally, she got to her feet and looked down at the test.
“Oh god.”
“You okay?”
“I… not really.”
“Are you going to come out of the bathroom?”
“I don’t know.” Raven finally managed to make her way out of the bathroom. “What do I do?”
“You’ve got to tell him, obviously.”
“What’s he going to think? I can answer that he’s going to think I cheated on him. He’ll never believe me.”
“You aren’t giving him enough credit.” Raven just looked at the other woman. “…Okay… maybe he’s not the most understanding man but I’m sure you’ll get him to come around.”
“Somehow I really doubt it, but thanks.” When Raven finally made it back to the room she and Deacon shared Deacon was standing regarding the kitchen on one of the monitors. He looked up when she came in.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He crossed over to her and kissed her lightly.
“What’re you doing?”
“Spying.”
“Why?”
“I have to have a reason?” He crossed over to their bed and kicked his shoes off before facing her again.
“Yeah, that would make sense.”
“Where were you today?”
“I went to go see Clarice.”
Deacon’s blue eyes narrowed in concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I was just feeling kind of out of it.”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Yep.” She walked over to him and ran her hands over his chest. “In fact I feel pretty damn good.”
“Yeah?” he asked distracted by her hands.
“Mmm… hmm…” She pushed him onto the bed and straddled his legs. “I’ve missed you, you know.”
“I’ve missed you too. I swear, though, if you’re teasing me I’ll be forced to hurt you.” She laughed and pulled her shirt off tossing it behind her. With an almost feral growl he rolled them over and got to his feet getting rid of his own clothes so fast she knew they must have torn. He didn’t care; he was back on her before she could even finish unbuttoning her pants. He finished for her and yanked them off. He suddenly slowed down as he pulled her panties off and unhooked her bra sliding it slowly off her body.
“Deacon?” she whispered confused by his sudden change in mood.
“My formal apology,” he grinned at her before dipping his head to her breast and suckling. “I hurt you bad, I was a complete and utter asshole. I don’t deserve you but for some reason that I can’t comprehend you want to be with me.”
“I don’t get it either,” she smiled.
“I’m going to start being worthy of you. I can’t change who I am but I can change who I am with you.” Her eyes fluttered closed as he kissed her. She leaned into the kiss eagerly. She hadn’t realized how much she was missed being with him until now. She had been denying herself as well as him.
His hands and mouth were everywhere, memorizing her every curve until she came apart under him twice, only then did he allow himself to sink into her. They both moaned at their joining, denied for so long. He met her gaze as he started to move, allowing a slight mind merge for the first time, allowing her to see his feelings for her. He may not be able to say what he felt, he may not even know himself if it was love, but he could show her.
Raven reached up and touched his face gently caressing his cheek. He nuzzled her hand, kissing the palm tenderly. “I love you,” she told him. She didn’t expect him to say it back, but now she knew that he did. That was good enough for now.
They reached their release together and fell, sweaty and sated onto the mattress. She cuddled up to his side not knowing how to tell him. Soon he was asleep and she got up, throwing on one of his shirts and sitting on the windowsill watching the city lights. Sleep wouldn’t come for her that night.