Visions of the future had been rather sparse for Sylvie since the final confrontation with her inner demon, Kigatilik. They had become simple things such as where the couple would hunt or what gsses to pick for the reopening of After Dark. Nothing too serious and Sylvie had enjoyed the light-hearted views that her third eye had to offer. Weeks prior to this moment, Sylvie had seen everything leading up to Casey climbing atop of her and then she’d snapped out of the vision. Those weeks had been what Sylvie meditated on in order to resolve the final piece of the vision that had also been drenched in eclipses. “I knew you were hiding something.” Sylvie pyed and then dropped her smile to get serious. “You are such a gift, Casey.” Sylvie soothed, and ran her fingers through Casey’s thick hair. “While I saw us together after that first touch, nothing prepared me for the intensity…the love…” She gulped and began twirling one of Casey’s strawberry locks. “...our happiness.” Sylvie whispered into Casey’s ear. “Thank you.” Although she’d made sure that the two words came out sensually, Sylvie knew that they simply weren’t enough in the light of what Casey had just expined.
Right when Sylvie questioned her response to Casey’s delightful confession, she felt her third eye open and she was standing in a field of bright golden tulips, with the sun giving off beams in only four directions. Initially scared that she might burst into fmes, Sylvie had crouched until the sun’s rays went dark and the moon moved to intersect and cover the bright light in another eclipse.
-It’s real.-
Confused as to why there were only four points of light that gave fuel to the mass of tulips that she was standing in, Sylvie wanted answers that were just not coming to her naturally. Centuries of patience was not something that Sylvie didn’t want in these moments.
-Just tell me. The longer I wait, the less loving this becomes.-
Frustration had started to settle in on the vampiress when she took a deeper look at the nd that held the prairie of flowers. Anxiety fell away and Sylvie knew exactly where she was and turned to see the small brook a few feet away from her to confirm her suspicion.
-Homend. Just covered with the sun and flowers-
A wave of love settled in Sylvie’s chest and she leaned down to breathe in the scent of the tulips and then back to the four points of the sun.
-I know now, I know…spirits be blessed for the crity.-
Unlike many times before, Sylvie’s third eye closed and she reawakened once more to a very impassioned looking set of bright gold eyes. “Casey…”
“Welcome back, Taini.” Casey mewled and blended her blood to offset the loss within Sylvie for the vision. “You were whispering and then you did your usual, but I could feel the tranquility.” Casey sighed and removed one of Sylvie’s blue hair clips and snapped it into her own hair with a childlike giggle as she did so. “You are so adorable, Sylvie.”
Focused on her task, Sylvie hung her arms over Casey’s shoulders and delicately tugged the small wisps of hair on the back of Casey’s neck. A moment of silence for her spirit family, Sylvie held back the gifted words that she now ached to say. “Zia-Sihu.” Sylvie breathed willowy and repeated herself. “Zia-Sihu.” Unlike many times before, Sylvie didn’t see a confused look in her lover’s eyes and instead had a look of curious reverence. “It came to me…” Sylvie pressed light kisses to Casey’s half-parted lips. “...Literally means sun-flower.” She tapped Casey’s chest. “It’s your tribal name, darling…” Sylvie cooed and smiled, “My Zia-Sihu..”
Mixed between the emotional whirlpool within Sylvie and her own swimmy mind, Casey wasn’t sure that she was still within her body. All she knew and felt in those initial tender moments was a closeness, a bond that went beyond that which she’d felt prior to now. Bonded by blood was one thing, bonded by a tribal name was another. “T-” Casey’s words failed her and caught Sylvie’s name in her throat while the sensation of total belonging took her deeper within herself and found only happiness staring back at her like little rings of moonlight. “Taini…” Casey croaked when she caught her breath. “I don’t…how…” Casey fell over and onto her side of the bed where she’d started the evening. Now ying on her back and doing her best to get control of her overheated blood flowing through her body, Casey closed her eyes and pulled her own hair. “Thank you doesn’t seem enough…” Casey muttered.
“Tell me about it.” Sylvie slinked into the cradle of Casey’s curved form. “It sounds dumb and empty, given how I truly feel.” Sylvie paused and recalled the four beams of sunlight warming her skin. “Is there something beyond the word love?”
Unsure of the answer herself, Casey decided that the warmth of her stolen blood would have to suffice in the light of what just happened. “Maybe one day our blood will tell us, until then we just keep trying.” Casey pulled Sylvie onto her hips, and happily smirked at their reversed position. “You are wearing a very thin tee and I want to tear it off.”
“It’s only temporary, Zia..” Sylvie cooed then bent over to kiss Casey’s nose when her wife blushed. “If I don’t keep this on, then we will never leave this bed tonight.” Sylvie pushed herself up and used her fingers and looped them around Casey’s big chest, taking the liberty once more to squeeze Casey’s honey-plump mountain. “However…” Sylvie paused to swish her tongue across both of Casey’s tight pink tips, “...I made pns. It’s your first New Year’s Eve as a dy vampire and I want you…” Sylvie carefully paused in order to let the sentence etch in Casey’s mind, “...you immacute. I want to see that new long hair touching your ass and swaying with every step.” Sylvie leaned down close to Casey’s quivering chin. “I want you to smell like honey and vanil, from head to toe. I want to see your lips unnaturally red and plump, aching for me to kiss them.”
“So a fu-...so a freaking doll.” Casey locked her fangs back in pce, their click giving herself chills. “With or without these.” She cmped down on Sylvie’s lip and gently tugged with all four of her razor sharp points.
“Yes…” Sylvie moaned and felt her body suddenly get heavy. “Be the vampiress I know you are. Sultry, sexy and dangerous.” Sylvie licked the tips of Casey’s fangs. “We will take turns getting … ready.” Sylvie purred and rolled off Casey’s delightful bare form once more and nded on the floor quietly. “Mmm, damn you are … all mine.” She ran her hand once more through Casey’s hair. “I am losing control…my Zia.” Sylvie closed her new moon and bckened eyes to gain a little composure. “You get a shower. Remember, honey-vanil.”
“Yes, Taini.” Casey giggled and stood up, then raised one of her eyebrows. “If you get honey-vanil, I want you to wear this..all night.” She giggled and slipped her fingers between her nethers and brought her lightly wet finger to Sylvie’s lips and smeared her essence like lip gloss over the breadth and took a step back. “Torture goes both ways.” Casey snickered and then swaggered her lovely ass past Sylvie and out of sight.
“How am I supposed to not lick my lips?” Sylvie walked to her wardrobe and began digging through the litany of dresses she’d acquired since Halloween. “I know you can hear me.” Sylvie giggled even though the shower in the next room had started pelting the gss walls with warm water. “I also know you are going to ignore me while I sit here and suffer.” Sylvie giggled and finally pulled a dress free and held it out in front of her and studied it for a few seconds. “My wife is making my unlife insufferable. Now I have to put only gloss over my lips to lock this lovely and sexy scent onto my lips … all …night.” Pleased with the way the dress flowed as she spun it around with her, Sylvie pulled the gown free of the semi-circle dress hanger and id it ft on their bed to take one final look before making her final decision. “You're just lucky that I took my shower earlier, or that shower would be steamy for other reasons.”
