Drink Me In

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I didn't know what to think at first when I saw you bent over her at the party. Did you notice that I was there? Did you see me in the dark, with those eyes, I bet you can see anything.

It was late, I was tired, maybe a little drunk, everybody was still having a blast in the main room because it's Halloween, but I was looking for you. I had seen you earlier, and the crush I have on you is just unbelievably huge, and I swear it's obvious to everyone, but I don't really hear much about you. Sometimes I don't think you exist.

They talk about the guy that works in that department, and the stellar performance, and nobody seems to know your name, except for me. I mean, it makes a little more sense now. Maybe you don't want to be seen by anybody else.

There is the one girl that knows your name. I mean, she did. When I talked to her the next day after I saw you together, she had no idea who I was talking about.

Not that I ran at her and accused you of anything, I just asked her if you two were together. It was very confusing. Your mouth was covered in her blood, and the room was dark, but the way the moon lit through the window, I could see everything.

I could see your hand on her shoulder, and I could see that her shirt was buttoned up, and her hair was still tidy. You hadn't messed with her costume at all, you were just chewing on her neck, and she had this dazed look like she just had the best orgasm of her life, and I didn't feel freaked out, I didn't feel alarmed, I felt envious. I wanted that.

I wanted you to be leaning over me, with my blood on your face, dripping down your teeth. You didn't even smile at her. You looked at her like she was a means to an end, like you were sad, like it wasn't what you wanted.

And then, I must have shifted. The floorboard creaked, and so did the door, and you looked right at me. I still don't know what happened.

I saw you, I was staring right into your eyes, and then you were gone. I knew I didn't imagine it, I knew you were there. She was still sitting there, and I could see the marks on her neck, and they were still bleeding, and then they weren't, and then they were gone.

I thought I was going crazy. The next day, I talked to her, and like I said, she didn't remember anything. She remembered going to the party, having a little bit too much to drink.

She mentioned dancing with a stranger, and I knew, I knew that I saw what I saw. Going to work the next day was weird. I tried to find you in your usual place, you weren't there, your locker was empty.

And working third shift is weird enough. You get lots of weird comments. You feel like a zombie half the time when you're awake during the day, and then when you work at night, it's a whole other world.

I'd gotten so used to you being there, and I really thought that you liked me back. Thankfully, I was right. When you ambushed me after the first day we got back to work, I should have expected it.

I mean, I had half convinced myself that you weren't real, but I did convince myself completely that you weren't coming back. But yeah, I will never forget how you put your hand over my mouth and your other hand in my hair. I almost screamed, but I could smell you.

That scent that's just yours, it's clean and musky and slightly metallic, and there's just the way you move and how you sound, you're so quiet. When you pinned me against the wall, I don't know what you expected. I don't think you expected me to look at you like I was relieved, because I was.

I said, oh, thank God you didn't leave, and you looked at me like you didn't expect me to say that. I tried to tell you, I said, I don't care what you are, I don't care what I saw. I have liked you since the first day I walked into work, trying to deal with a third shift, feeling half dead, being awake past two o'clock in the morning, and you were there, cheering me up with your jokes and your conversation, and you acted like you were actually interested in me, and it was nice.

I thought that you liked me back, which is why I went to find you at the work party, but I found you with her, and I didn't know what to think. And then I realized I wasn't mad at her, and I wasn't mad at you, I just wanted to be with you, and then you were gone. You didn't let me speak much after that.

You kissed me, and you slid your hands into my hair, and you told me it was me all along, that you wanted me, and your base nature was telling you to do unspeakable things to me, to kiss me, to bite me, to fuck me and bite me, and you didn't want to hurt me, and you didn't want to hurt what we had. To say it made me instantly wet is an understatement, and I know you smelled me the moment it happened. Not a lot of talking after that.

We went someplace quiet, locked the door, you peeled off my clothes, you kissed every inch of me, and then you bit into every pulse point I had, not too deep, just enough to get the blood to well up around your teeth so you could lick it clean. When you slid into me, I thought I was going to die in the best possible way, with you driving into me, your mouth on my neck, I had a hand at the back of your head, pressing, and I thought that if I pressed hard enough you would get the message. In the end though, I had to bite you first, and tell you, please, fucking please, bite me, taste me, like I was Alice in Wonderland offering you up a bottle of something mysterious, drink me, I said.

And you did, while you fucked me, you bit my neck, and you drank me down. I am not exaggerating when I say I have never come so hard in my entire fucking mortal life. My thighs wrapped around your hips, I clung to you, I kept you there, I rode you, felt how full I was with you, and how empty I was, becoming because you were drinking me dry, I didn't tell you to stop, why would I, it felt so good.

You did stop, eventually, you had come, and you were thinking a little bit more clearly than I was. I was alright, a little drained, but it mostly just made me giddy and tired, which was just as well, I was content to be whatever you wanted me to be. You patched me up, you cleaned me up, and then, curled up in your bed, we talked about what came next, you gave me some questions, I gave you some answers, I'm still not sure, what we're going to do.

I can't let you go, and you can't let me go, there's only so many options. But in the meantime, I'm content to curl up with you, to be the one who has her blood on your teeth, to be the one that you slide into every night, until we make up our mind, whether this is just for now, or if it's for eternity.