Very old Firinne/Jimmy piece

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The two figures stood on the landing, bathed in the silvery moonlight. He was tall and gaunt, with the blue tinge of a fresh corpse about his lips and dark shadows beneath his eyes.

"I want this to work," the vampire said. "I want you..."

The vampire picked up his companion. She did not resist, although there was still an uncertainty in her face.

"How it will work?" he said. "I don't know. We've got a lot to build . . . I damaged a lot."

The girl in his arms looked at him for a moment, and then pulled his head gently towards her, kissing him softly.

"We'll worry about it all tomorrow," she said.

They made an odd couple. He looked like a corpse, with dark hollows around his eyes, and at his wrists, his bones poked through almost translucent skin. She was voluptuous and alive, with a slightly hectic flush in her cheeks. His hands were as cold as bone on her skin, and her hands felt to him as if she was burning up.

"Jimmy," she said, and then carefully took Jimmy's hand in hers. His other arm still held her tight. "Giovanni..." she said and then took a deep breathe. "Share blood with me?"

Jimmy carefully placed her back down on the ground, now a few steps further towards a bedroom door. He looked at her for a moment, and when he spoke his voice was gentle.

"Are you sure, Firinne?"

Firinne nodded. "Yes," she said. "I am. Entirely."

The two of them stood on the landing for a few minutes longer. Firinne realised that she was trembling slightly. She had lived her life in a carefully sheltered dreamworld for a long time, and this felt terribly real.

Jimmy realised he was shaking slightly too, with emotions that he didn't want to try and name getting tangled up around his brain.

"There's a part of me," he said "that worries that you're making the wrong decision, or for the wrong reasons, or . . . well any one of a thousand things."

The nervousness was starting to ease in Firinne. Jimmy was so very anxious in his chatter. She slid her arms around his neck, feeling oddly comforted by his bone cool skin. Jimmy was still babbling slightly.

"But I love you, and . . . well, we have to trust each other," he said. He paused and looked at the girl standing next to him, and then kissed her. She was so close, and he could feel the warmth of her blood, just beneath her skin, giving him a tightness in his chest that almost felt like his heart beating.

"Truthfully?" he said, "I'm terrified.

The last bubble of nervousness burst in Firinne. She wasn't afraid. She was here, with Jimmy. She was home, and suddenly there was nothing to be scared about anymore.

"Stop talking, and either throw me on to the bed and ravish me now, or tuck me up in bed and hold me until I go to sleep," she said. "I want you, I need you, I love you. And right now, I want to drain you until you're almost dry, and then I want you to take me in turn."

Firinne kissed Jimmy again, tasting his blood on his lips and she felt a sudden rush of desire. "You've got about 30 seconds to make up your mind and stop talking at me in an earnest fashion..."

Jimmy grinned. The fear in him was receeding as well, and the scent of Firinne - her skin, her hair, her blood - was filling his senses.

"I think I can guess which of the two you'd rather have..." he said, and looked at her hungrily. "I can be spontaneous, or you can describe to me exactly what you dream of happening..."

Firinne bent her head over, fangs extended, running the sharp edges over Jimmy's skin.

Darling," she murmured. "You were a member of a notoriously decadent family, following a heretical path which promoted a number of dubious practices."

She felt his flesh beneath her mouth, and then sank her fangs in for a second, pulling back just before the blood began to well up, "I was still a virgin when I was Embraced," she continued, licking the wound clean, and then beginning the Kiss again. She felt Jimmy tense underneath her touch, and felt his hands tighten on her waist. "The first time I ever experienced the Kiss was approximately five days ago. The only man I have ever been with for any purpose other than feeding is in this room right now...."

She pulled back for a moment, looking up at Jimmy with a demonic grin. "I place my trust ntirely in your own imagination...

And I think you're down to about 10 seconds..."

Jimmy laughed.

"One," he said, and picked her up again. He did not kiss her, but rather assumed an almost virtuous expression.

"Two," he said, and took the next few steps to the bedroom door, kicking it open with his foot.

"Three," he said, and stepped into the bedroom. Firinne tighted her hold around his neck, and kissed gently at his neck, but Jimmy continued to walk quite slowly towards the bed.

"Four...Five...Six," he said, and laid Firinne down very gently, grinning when she looked up expectantly.

"Seven," he said, and lay down behind Firinne, stroking her hair gently.

"Eight," he said, and almost laughed out loud when she wrinkled her nose at him in disgust and seemed to lie back down.

"Nine," he said and when Firinne looked up for a moment she saw him looking at her with an expression she had never seen before.

She wanted to say something, but then she felt his arms tighten around her and his fangs sink into her neck, and she wasn't capable of saying much at all anymore...