'Warm Nights' Ficlet Series

(AN: This is were they start to get a bit more fun... Whee... *grin* ...Oh, And decidedly more lengthy as well! Eek. the fun is worth it though ;)

Add. Warnings: Mention of drug use and drug withdrawal (not very detailed), mention of potential rape (never happens tho, promise!).

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I shiver in the night air, I know it isn't cold, most of the other Boardwalk patrons are dressed in jeans and tank tops, not me. I'm dressed in threadbare jeans that Once upon a time may have been black, well worn combat boots on my feet, a ratty long sleeved Aerosmith shirt, and a heavy mens biker jacket that's at least 2 sizes to big, and has clearly seen better days over that, my once brilliantly red hair is now a dull mousy brown from dirt and the lack of hair dye. And still in spite of this I shiver in the warm night air.

'I wasn't always like this... I had a family who, in spite of what I thought, cared deeply for me... That's why I left, I fell in love with a boy from the wrong side of town, and they tried to tell me to leave him, but instead, I ran away with him...' I pause my reverie to look around the Boardwalk, looking for a warm place to go. Not that it will help my shivers and cramps, but it may ease the pain. I sigh as I spot a dirty looking bar near one of the allies leading off the Boardwalk into the night, with only parting thoughts of regret I make my way toward it, it looks dirty enough that they won't kick me out immediately, in spite of my bedraggled appearance. 'And maybe someone will buy me a drink? Or have what I need to kill these shivers? I'm broke, but I have made worse deals before.' I cringe a the unbidden thought, quickly quashing the thought of giving in to the pain. 'I've fought the withdrawals before, this is nothing...' I try to tell myself as I walk slowly into the bar, hugging my jacket tighter around me to hide my violent shivers, and fighting to ignore the taunting self loathing that whispers in my mind that I have given in more times than I have fought it out...

I snap to attention when I feel someone roughly grab my arm.

"Lookin' for a good time, babe?" A dirty older man leers down at me, he reeks of sweat and too much cheap booze.
"No thanks, I'm just looking for a friend. He said he'd meet me here." I lie with practiced ease as I try to slip out of his grip.
"I don't take 'no' from little bitches like you..." He leans down to me, his breath smells worse than he does.
"Please. I don't want any trouble!" My voice raises in panic and I try to pull away with more effort, I hear a chair scrape across the floor behind me, The effort I'm putting into trying to fight my way free of this man is making me dizzy and sick. The room starts to spin slightly.
"Girl, I'm gonna take you outta here, and you and me 'r gonna have us some fun... Now shut up!" He shakes me roughly and moves to drag me to the door.
"Hey, girl! I been waitin' for you, were ya been?" A warm and friendly voice asks from behind me, I sigh in relief but refuse to get my hopes up, the guy asking sounds young. The guy holding me turns to look behind me.
"What the fuck do you want? the bitch is mine!" The older man growls over me, I hear the boy behind me sigh and mutter something under his breath, but I can't make out what he said.
"Ok, you and me, come on man, let's step outside and talk this over." The boy snarls back at him, the older man shoves me hard and stomps over to the door. I fall on my ass hard before my back slams against the floor, I only cringe at this new pain.
"I'll show you, you little punk!"
"Anytime, old man..." In the dim light I can make out the fact that the kid is smirking as he walks to the door, he has long blond hair and dressed in light, maybe white? pants and a dark tux jacket with tails. I blink back my dizziness as I watch him leave.

I can't help but hope he will be the one to come back as I carefully stagger to my feet and make my way tenderly to the bar, the bartender gives me a once over before setting a glass of soda in front of me.

"Only 'cuz I know you're new friend in the tux is good for it, and I know he'll be back." The bartender states as his hand leaves the glass, I smile at him thankfully before picking up the soda and sipping it.
"You know him then?" I inquire as I set the soda down before my next bout of violent shivers causes me to spill any, the bartender eyes me reproachfully.
"Yah, I know him as well as I like to... You gonna be ok? You don't look so good..."
"I'll be fine... Nothing I haven't fought through before..." I sigh and shake my head, trying to dispel the lingering dizziness.
"Well, if you need it, the restroom is that way..." He points to a door behind the bar. "And I hope you find some better times soon, ya look like you could use them..." He gives me a knowing look before moving off to help another customer.

I sigh and rest my head lightly on my arm after resting it on the bar top, I feel so sick, dizzy and cold. I just wish I could be warm again.
'Why did I have to take James' word over my parents? Why couldn't I have listened? Drugs were the least horrible thing that bastard subjected me to, and yet I stayed with him through 3 years and 7 states before he went and got himself killed one night and left me alone in this Hellhole with no cash three weeks ago...' I am broken from my train of thought by a hand resting lightly on my right shoulder, I sit up with a terrified squeak and jump off the barstool and to the left, immediately regretting the action as I am nearly overwhelmed by dizziness.


"Woah, it's alright girlie. It's just me, not that bastard." It's the voice of the kid that had helped me, his voice helps me focus, and when I do I get a better look at him, he's about my age, long blond hair, light color tight jeans, a fishnet shirt with the tux jacket over it all, he looks good. 'Also, looks like the type that might have what I need to stop these shivers...' a darker part of my mind whispers, I try to ignore it. Overall he looks like he enjoys spending time at bars and beach parties.
"Sorry, I was just thinking... you scared me after that run-in with that asshole." I try to smile reassuringly as I lightly brush my hair out of my face. He helps me to stand and sits next to me at th bar.
"When you're done with the soda, can I get you anything better?" He smiles, and I can't help but return a cheerful grin. It feels like the room just warmed a degree or two. I sip my soda thoughtfully.
"Sure, Rum and Coke? It's a favorite of mine..." I take another gulp of my soda, it tastes good after having nothing but city water from drinking fountains for weeks.
"So... What brought you into a dive like this?" He sounds genuinely curious.
"Looking for a place to sit... Maybe a drink if I could scrounge the cash..." My voice drops to a whisper. "And warmth..." I shiver again, the pain in my stomach worsens for a moment and I double over briefly with a small gasp of pain.
"I see..." His voice is quiet, he leans over and starts rubbing slow circles on my back. "Bad times, huh girl?" He takes a deep breath and lets it out as a sigh.
"You could say that..." I hiss quietly, fighting to sit up in spite of the pain and causing myself to break out in a cold sweat. "I met a guy that convinced me up ws down and down was up and the only way left to go was hell... and I fell for it." I close my eyes and lean forward and force myself to take another sip of soda, fighting not to be sick as I do.
"Sounds like one hell of a trip..."
"It was... I don't want to go back either." I gasp. "It just hurts so bad to fight it..."
"Yah, I remember all about that." He looks at me thoughtfully, I finish my soda and he gestures for the bartender to bring me another drink, briefly informing him "Rum 'n Coke.".
"So... You've been though what I am?" I ask him quietly, my voice soft and barely audible.
"Once..."
"Ever went back?" The bartender sits my drink in front of me and I take a sip, the cheap Rum tastes harsh, but it's good. He smirks and laughs quietly as if to some personal joke.
"Not quite in the same way, no." I blink in confusion at his odd response before shrugging it off, I shiver again.
"Wish I never had went back to it..." I gulp my drink and set the empty glass on the bar.
"That's usually the case..."
"Yah, I'm 4 times a fool... I don't want to make this five, it's just so hard... Especially when it is so cold out." I shiver again and he looks at me with concern.
"Honey, It's not cold out, it's 75 out there..."
"Oh, yah..." I sigh. "I know that, actually... It's just so hard to keep track when I'm so cold... Damn it!" I slam my hand down on the bar. "It's just so hard to focus..." He sighs.
"Don't take this the wrong way... but do you have a place to stay? Anyone to help you?" He looks worried.
"A place to stay... I had that once. People that cared, too." I sigh and laugh bitterly. "But no, I don't have that any longer..."
"Mmm-Hmm..." He nods. "We'll just have to work on that, won't we?"
"What do you mean?" I blink at him. "I don't know you... Hell, you don't know me!" I sound startled, but part of me is hopeful, he looks nice and seems genuinely concerned and like he wants to help.
"Well... I'm Paul." He grins again. "And you need help, and that's just what I'm offering." I look at him in shock.
"How do I know you aren't some crazy person? Or a cereal killer, huh?" I try to sound serious, he smirks and just laughs like I just told him a really good joke, I blink at him in confusion.
"Heh, sorry girl, you just reminded me of something funny 's all... But I get that a lot." He shrugs. "All I can say is you'll just have to take my or Zane's word for it." He gesture for the bartender to come over.
"How do I know I can trust him?" Paul just shrugs at me.
"What is it kids?" The bartender, Zane, asks.
"Zane, how many times have I rescued girls here in you're bar?"
"Not countin' this one? 11 last I saw, why?"
"This one's worried about my credibility, thinks I might be crazy or something." Paul grins at the bartender, Zane just chuckles.
"Well, girl, he IS crazy, I'll give you that, but I ain't never seen him hurt any of the girls from here... In fact they are usually back right as rain after a few weeks." Zane pauses. "'Cept that one, cute as a button thing, what was her name? ~Zane shrugs~ What ever happened to her?" Paul looks annoyed and runs his hands through his hair.
"She ran off with Dwayne... I think he's got her livin' in LA somewhere nice." Paul leans over and smacks Jay playfully. "Why the hell do you always bring her up?" Zane grins.
"Just to see you get all worked up like that, it's funny. 'specially considerin' how close you four brats are." I look from Zane to Paul and back again, I'm pleased at what I am hearing.
"Four?" I inquire, Paul grins.
"Yah, me, Marko, Dwayne, and David." Paul is about to continue but Zane cuts him off. "Bunch of little punk kids with their cute little biker gang, they remind me of them at that age." Zane grins at me and reaches out and ruffles Paul's hair, Paul smacks his hand away. Zane just laughs.
"They call themselves the 'Lost Boys' don't ya know." Zane nods to me.
"Damn it, man! Stop that, why the hell do I put up with you?" I laugh quietly at their antics.
"Because I mix you boys the best drinks and don't kick you out in spite of you occasionally beating the crap out of my lesser customers."
"Oh, right... knew there was a reason." Paul laughs and turns back to me. "Happy now, girl?" I grin, Zane laughs and walks off.
"Sure." I nod.
"Alright, wanna go somewhere?"
"Somewhere warm? Maybe with food?" I look hopeful, Paul laughs.
"Sure girl, how about we get Zane to make you a burger to go, we get some rum and soda from him and go back to the place I share with the boys?" I smile shyly and nod in response. "Alright!" Paul gestures Zane back over. "Can we get some of you're good rum and a bottle of soda to take with us? As well as a burger?"
"Right, I can do that... I let you kids get away with too much." Zane smirks. "What do ya want on the burger, girl?"
"Mmm, everything but no onions." I crinkle my nose up. "I don't like onions..."
"No onions, got it." Zane nods and wanders into the back, Paul nods with approval.
"I don't like them either." Paul states before lightly hoping over the bar and grabbing a full bottle of Rum off the top shelf and setting it in front of me.

I grin and laugh quietly to myself, my pain and cold forgotten for a moment, I like Paul, some part of me hopes I'll get to spend a lot more time with him. 'close, personal time...' some part of my mind whispers and I blush. Paul smirks at me across the bar before turning to a refrigerator nearby and pulling out a bottle of Pepsi. I blush harder and look at the floor, smiling to myself, when I look up, there is now a bottle of Pepsi next to the Rum and Paul has walked over to the jukebox and is looking through the collection of music. I shiver again in my seat, digging my nails into the bar to try and fight it. After only a few minutes Zane walks back out of the kitchen and smiles at me before setting a paper bag on the bar before me, it smells pleasantly like a fresh hamburger, Paul wanders back over.

"Ooh, do I detect the scent of extra cheese?" Paul grins.
"That you would... I see you already helped yourself to my drinks..." Zane nods, Paul hands him a handful of cash.
"You were taking too long." Paul laughs as he grabs the two bottles off the bar top, Zane pockets the cash.
"Yah, well... see you kids later, ok?" Zane waves, I grab the paper bag off the bar top and Paul helps me down from the barstool.
"Come on girl." Paul and I walk out of the bar.
I follow him slowly, trying to keep my steps steady, he occasionally pauses to let me rest or catch my balance.
"Just a little bit farther to my 'cycle, you doin' ok, girl?" I nod.
"Just need to stop a sec... I'm pretty dizzy." I gasp as I shiver again.
"Here, watch these, ok? I'll just go get my bike and be right back for you..." I nod and let myself fall back to lean against the brick wall behind me, focusing on breathing slowly.
Paul sets the bottles at me feet and walks quickly over to were several motorcycles are parked a block and a half down, I grin to myself in spite of the cold as I watch him get on his bike and start it. 'He looks real good on that bike...' I sigh as he drives over to me.


"See? Here we are... Think you can hold on to the drinks and stay on the bike?" he asks, I pick up the bottles and move to get on the bike behind him.
"Yah, just don't drive too crazy... I'm not up to it..." I sound slightly nervous as I settle myself on the bike behind him, carefully folding the bag with my food and placing it in my oversized jacket pocket, taking a bottle in each hand before adjusting it so I can hold both bottles and hold onto Paul securely.
"Ready?" Paul asks over his shoulder once I'm done adjusting.
"Yah, I think so..."
"Ok, here we go!" He laughs as we zip off into the night.

I watch the people go by as we drive down the boardwalk, within moments, he takes a ramp down onto the beach and I am watching bonfires zip by, they are pretty but they make me dizzy to look at, so I cling tighter to Paul and hide my face in the back of his jacket for a moment till the dizziness passes, I feel him chuckle and I smile against the warmth of his jacket, enjoying the feel of riding with him on his bike along the beach, I just wish I felt better to properly enjoy it. 'Maybe I have a chance? Maybe he can help me finally get clean and stay that way...' I think to myself, watching without paying attention to the passing beach and the the passing trees. 'What could be this far out? were do these guys live, anyway?!' It only now occurs to me that I should have been paying more attention to were we were going and I tense up. I only have a few minutes to think on that before Paul slows to a stop, I look around us and notice there is a cliff not 10 feet in front of us, and what was once the wind roaring in my ears is now the pleasant sound of the surf somewhere below the cliff. I sit back and Paul kicks the kickstand down before hoping lightly off the bike.

"Here we are... well almost." He grins. "It's not much, but it's ours and it's free... Come on." He takes one of the bottles from me lightly and helps me off the bike.
"Were is it?" I look at him in confusion, he just grins at me.
"About 15 feet or so down, Ya see, there use to be a hotel out here, Hottest resort in Santa Carla back 'bout eight five years ago... When the quake hit in 1906, place took a nose dive into the crack that opened underneath it..." He pauses to let the information sink in. "And now it's ours, me and the other boys live down there." He watches me, trying to gage my reaction.
"Is it safe? ...Or warm?" I let the concern I'm feeling show in my voice.
"Seems to be, we've been here a few years now, and it's been fine since... And some of the back rooms stay warm, we could build a fire in a metal oil barrel if you needed, that's usually what we use for light, anyway." He nods, I shrug.
"All right, fair game... Lead on." I let myself smile a little, he grins and takes my hand.
"This way..." He leads me to a rickety looking old staircase and helps me down the stairs.
I trip on a rock at the bottom of the stairs, but he catches me quickly before I can fall and helps me regain my footing, he walks over to the wall and pulls a torch from a dark little alcove and lights it with a lighter he pulls from his pocket. The light from it illuminates a dark opening in the side of the cliff and he walks into it, holding a hand out to me, I shiver from pain and also my fear of the dark before I take his hand and let him lead me into the dark, I can only feel his hand and the ground under my feet, a sharp terror grips me and I gasp in my fear.
"It's ok, girl. I just need to light a few barrels... just a sec." His voice is reassuring, but I am still terrified of the darkness, I squeeze my eyes closed but immediately open them when a flash of light seeps through my closed eyes, when I feel his hand slip from mine I open my eyes and marvel at the sight of the hotel turned cave turned living space, the flickering firelight from a nearby metal barrel.
"Oh... Wow..." It's all I can manage to say, the place is really neat!
Paul smiles at me before walking around and lighting a few more barrels.
"Take a look around, I'll be right back... I need to find a good room for you and see if any of the others are here... will you be ok?" I nod to him before going back to looking at all the decorations and things around the cave, I only in passing notice when he walks out of the main room as I set the bottles on the edge of what was once a beautiful fountain.
I turn to look around the main room, leaning against the edge of the fountain as I pull my food from my pocket, fish it out of the bag and start eating the burger. It tastes like the best thing I've had in ages, but then again, it is. I sigh in pleasure at the taste of it as I look around, drinking in the sight of such a fun space. I'm startled from thought when Paul walks back in.

"It looks like no one else is here yet, but I did find a nice room for you... Got it all set up and got a barrel put in there and lit already..." I grin and nod my thanks as I take another bite of the hamburger. "You should drink that soda before it gets warm." He nods to the bottle of soda, I swallow my food quickly.
"You want any soda, first?" He grins and shakes his head 'no'.
"I got those for you, I have my own stuff." He sits back in a chair and picks up a decorated bottle off the floor, pausing to look at it before he pops the cork and takes a drink.
I shrug and finish my hamburger before opening the bottle of Pepsi and taking a gulp, throwing the paper bag and wrapper from the burger into a nearby barrel, Paul grins at me.
"Ok, the Pepsi I'll take, but I would feel bad if I didn't share the good quality Rum with you... besides, what could you have that would be better?" Paul shrugs and recorks the bottle before setting it back on the floor.
"Just some wine..." He smirks and I perk up, suddenly curious. "None of that for you tonight, Rum for you tonight, maybe you can have some of the wine later." I shrug, fine with me, that's his call to make.
"Alright, that's fair." I grin. "The Rum is good quality, anyway." I take another gulp of soda before closing the bottle and grabbing the Rum from next to it, It only takes me a moment to peel off the protective foil, and I am surprised that the bottle has a cork, it really is the good stuff! I marvel at it a moment before it occurs to me, I don't have a corkscrew.

"Huh... You wouldn't happen to have a corkscrew somewhere would ya?" I show him the top of the bottle.
"I dunno, let me check... Here, hand me that." I shrug and hand him the bottle, he takes it and walks around, looking for a corkscrew. I sigh and reopen the soda and drink more of it, pausing to read the label, apparently Pepsi is having a contest to win 1,000 dollars, I shrug.
"There." Paul walks back around the fountain and hands me the now open bottle of rum, I quickly close the Pepsi and set it down before accepting the rum and the cork.
"Thanks!" I smile at him, he just smirks at me in amusement.
I glance back at the bottle of rum, carefully sniffing the opening, savoring the zing of alcohol and spices in my nose before I take a careful sip, purring in appreciation of it.
"Ok, that's good stuff..." I take a quick gulp before offering him the bottle.
"Yah, that's why I put up with Zane." Paul takes the bottle from me and takes a long drink of it before handing it back.
"Mmm-Hmm." I take another gulp, Paul raises an eyebrow at me.
"It just now occurs to me, how much have you been eating lately? You are probably going to start feeling that real quick..." I blink at him over the bottle, he has a good point, I'm already feeling the Rum 'n Coke from the bar, and I only just ate, I nod.
"Yah, you are probably right..." I take another gulp before corking the bottle and switching it for the Pepsi. "I'm already dizzy, and tipsy from the drink at the bar."
"Want me to show you to you're room?"
"Sure." I grab the rum and the Pepsi bottles and try to stand, it is then I realize two things, 1: the drive took more out of me than I thought, and 2: I'm more than tipsy, I'm at the starting stages of drunk. Funny you never realize that until you try to stand or move suddenly. I am surprised when, instead of landing on my knees on the hard dirt floor, I wind up in Paul's arms, he'd been standing at lest 4 feet from me. 'Maybe I'm drunker than I think?'
"Woah... Thanks..." I shiver and blink up at him.
"Yep, definitely time to get you settled in... Let's go." He puts his arm around my shoulder and helps me to walk as he leads me to what will be my room, down a dimly lit hallway, then into a small dusty room, it looks like it was probably one of the old hotel rooms, there's a old looking four poster bed in the middle of it, heavy velvet curtains that have long ago seen better days hang by the posts, and there is an equally rickety looking night stand next to the bed, in one corner is a metal barrel were the firelight is coming from. All I can do is sigh happily at the sight, it isn't clean, but it is worlds better than the streets and allies I have been sleeping in.
"Thank you..." My voice is quiet and choked with emotion.
"Any time, girl..." He takes the bottles from me and walks over and sets them lightly on the nightstand. "You should drink a little more soda and then get some sleep, anyway." I nod and then walk over to the bed. I am surprised to note that the blankets look like they have been shaken free of dust, I grin at him happily, he just shrugs, I happily plop down on the edge of the bed, leaning over to grab the Pepsi as I do.
"This is nice..." I sigh and take a drink of the soda. "But, I can't help but feel a little bad that I can't repay you..." I look up at him regretfully, he walks over to kneel beside me.
"And I won't ask you to, not in cash, not in anything else... I don't ask that kind of thing..." I blush and look at the floor.
"But..." I can feel my blush darkening, he laughs quietly.
"If you wanted to, or asked, that's one thing, but I won't ask that of you..." He ducks down to look at me. "Understand?" I nod. "Good." He nods and sits back.
"Again... Thanks." I reach out and lightly brush his hair back. "Most would demand some kind of payment, it means a lot that you aren't..." I grin, fighting not to blush because it makes me dizzy. "The offer was on the table and still is from the start, but now at least I would be comfortable with it all... Even if you didn't mean it, I'll believe you that you meant it." I shrug. "All I have to offer is myself, I long ago learned the hard way that even if you have nothing, you have yourself... I've used it as a bargaining chip and even payment a few times, never got use to it though..." I look at the floor again briefly, my voice dropping to a quiet volume. "Never thought I'd ever mind the idea either." At saying that I blush, I hear him sigh and I look up.
"Girl, tempting though it is, I know tonight you aren't up for much, you don't notice but you are shakier than a leaf, sweating and paler than me..." He laughs humorlessly "And that says something, 'cuz I don't get any sun." I look up at him.
"You look all the better for it..." I blush, Damn Alcohol! Paul just smirks at me.
"So I'm told from time to time." I shake my head, trying to fight the dizziness and try to distract myself by turning and arranging the blankets, after they are arranged I take another drink of Pepsi and close the bottle before returning it to the night stand, I shiver but knowing I won't be able to sleep with the jacket on, I unzip the jacket and drop it to the floor beside the bed, kicking my shoes off to join it before quickly crawling between the blankets, when next I look up, Paul is leaning against the door way looking like he might leave.

"Wait..." I whisper, he turns to look at me. "Can you stay? Till I fall asleep, I mean..." I blush. "And maybe help me stay warm?" He looks like he might say no, but then he just smirks.
"Sure, girl. Just keep in mind what I said." I nod and shiver.
"Just, hold me?" My body shivers harder and I close my eyes and try and fight it, after a moment I feel the bed shift behind me, I open my eyes and look over my shoulder, I sigh happily as Paul slides into the bed behind me, I can feel the texture of his fishnet top through the back of my shirt, he feels warm.
"Where's you're jacket?" I murmur.
"Next to yours, silly."
"But it's so nice..." I feel him shrug as he wraps his arms around me, holding me close. I sigh happily and snuggle back against him. "This is nice..." I relax as the warmth seeps into me finally.

"Yes..." He sighs softly into my hair, and I sigh and arch back at the warm feel of his breath on the back of my neck. "...Not that that isn't very nice... but stop that." He squeezes me lightly, I blush.
"Sorry... that just felt good..." I fight not to blush or squirm, It feels -Really- good, actually, Paul chuckles quietly. I grit my teeth. "Stop that... Or I will squirm again..."
"Stop what?" He snickers.
"That!" I hiss, he just snickers again. "Fine..." I squirm, this time with intent. He hisses and grabs me roughly, his nails digging into my hip, I freeze and whimper at the feel of his nails biting into my skin, he quickly lets up.
"You ok?" He murmurs against my shoulder.
"That wasn't a pain noise..." I growl out quietly. "And stop whispering against my shoulder and the back of my neck like that, or I will wiggle more!" I hiss at him. I don't know if he is intentionally doing it or not, but it is still frustrating.
"What? Like this?"
"Yes!" I snarl and then shiver again.
"Hmmm..." He snickers again, I growl.
"For a guy, you sure are a tease... Most guys won't play when they say no."
"I'm not most guys." He whispers against the back of my neck before leans over me and kisses my shoulder, I freeze.
"Stop that! My neck and shoulders are really sensitive!" My voice comes out as a squeak, I raise my hand to cover my mouth.
"Really?" He leans down and nips my shoulder lightly, I squeak before biting down hard on the knuckle of my index finger.
"Yes, really! Really Fuckin' Really! Now don't do that unless you mean it! And no one ever does, so just, Don't!" My voice is heavy with emotion.
"Did, you basically just invite me to bite you?" He sounds shocked. And maybe a bit pleased? I smirk.
"If you think you can and make it worth my time, fuck yah, go ahead, see what it does to me. Though if you do, I'm going to squirm." I challenge him in amusement.
"Oh..." He takes a deep breath and sighs in a pleased way. "I think we can do that... You sure?" It's my turn to chuckle.
"As I said, make it worth my time, and yah, fuck yah!" I squirm playfully back against him, he growls quietly and digs his nails into my hip again, lightly resting his other hand on the side of my neck that's nestled into the bed and kneading my shoulder with his nails.
"I don't need to be told twice..." His voice is quiet and growly, but in a good way, I shiver against him.
He brings his hand up from were it had been on my hip and he moves my hair out of the way before returning it to it's place on my hip, I arch my neck just so- giving him better access, and I let my eyes flutter closed. I feel him lean over and I purr in pleasure as he licks along my neck, I arch back against him, letting the pleasure of what he is doing wash over me as he nips and nibbles my neck. I growl quietly and rub myself back against him, he kneads my hip and shoulder and I sigh happily, my breath catching slightly as he nips me sharply, I arch back and wiggle my hips, grinding my backside into him, purring my contentment at feeling his arousal.

"Mmmm, come on." I urge him quietly, continuing to slowly grind against him.
He digs his nail into my hip and shoulder sharply and I gasp in pleasure, he lightly kisses along my shoulder and neck, pausing at my pulse point, I wiggle my encouragement to him and the same instant that I do he leans down and bites me simultaneously digging his nails into me, I scream in pleasure as I feel his teeth dig sharply into my neck, gasping for breath as I grab both his hands and hold them in place.
"Oh... Yes, exactly like that..." I moan softly, moving my hands so I can dig them into his hair and hold him in place.
At my encouragement, he bites harder, the pain changing, becoming momentarily sharper, then a sharp throbbing pain, perfectly in time with my heartbeat, I squirm and grind against him as much as I can manage. My breaths coming in sharp pants as the pleasure washes over me, he licks over the spot he just bit before returning to bite it, I pause and wipe at a trail of something warm and moist tracing it's way across my chest, as I bring my hand up I notice it is coated in blood, it is then I notice that Paul is no longer biting me, he is just sucking and licking at the spot he bit. My eyes go wide and unfocused as I mentally process this.
"Oh, god..." I murmur in surprise, hissing as a wave of intense pleasure washes over me.
Paul nips my neck again, and I arch back against him happily, he growls and trails his hand up and across my stomach, his nails softly trailing across my skin, he pauses to play with my bellybutton piercing, purring his appreciation against my neck. I wind my fingers in his hair, sighing softly, he suddenly does something and it brings back that initial sharp deep pain, all I can do is keen loudly as the pain/pleasure feelings wash over me, washing me into a nice warm darkness full of contentment.


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Some time later, could be hours, minutes, days? I wake up and blink at the ceiling, my memories come rushing back and I sit up quickly, bringing a hand to the side of my neck and looking around, I freeze at seeing Paul laying back behind me looking very pleased with himself. He watches me cautiously as I lightly trace the tender spots on my neck, lightly ghosting my fingers over two neat puncture wounds I find there.
"Oh..." I keep tracing them, enjoying the feel of them, and noting Paul's pleased but still lustful expression at seeing me play with them. "So..." I sit back and watch him. It amuses me, I've never see a guy get that look when I'm still dressed. I smirk, actually something else I notice is I'm not shivering any more, and I feel warm for the first time in a year. "What now?" I inquire curiously, pausing in touching the bite.
"What do you mean 'What now?', you aren't freaked or anything?" He looks surprised.
"Hell, no. Pleased? Satisfied? Content? Yah, I'm still alive, you're not threatening to fix that and I just had the best twenty minutes of my life, on top of that I feel better than I have in a year, What is there to freak about?" He blinks a moment, clearly not expecting that response, before slowly grinning.
"You are one strange cookie..." His tone is pleased.
"You don't know the half of it..." I pause. "Yet." I grin playfully.
"I knew it was a good idea to rescue you tonight." He smirks.
"Mmm-Hmm, we'll see." I grin in response before moving to curl up against him, he nods and wraps his arms around me. I sigh in contentment 'What an odd, yet completely enjoyable night...' I think to myself as I drift off to sleep.