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The BDSM Lifestyle Meme

The BDSM Lifestyle Meme

BDSM isn't all about the sex. Sure, handcuffs, whips and chains, toys, power and control-play can be fun, but sometimes it's about the other stuff too. The little stuff. The ways you and your partner give yourselves to each other every day.

So this is a meme to play out safe, sane, consensual and maybe even non-sexual BDSM.

If you want more information, check out:

The Ten Golden Rules of BDSM Negotiation
Sexuality.Org's BDSM Index
The Keys to A Relationship
Extreme Restraints

Be warned: Threads and prompts below may contain triggers, and will contain sexual content.

THE EVERYDAY:
1. feeding: using him as a plate? having her kneel and accept hand-feeding? maybe someone's been very good and should have a tasty reward.
2. bathing: after all, you have to take care of your partner. it's nice to have someone to get lotion in those hard-to-reach places.
3. talking/therapy: how are you going to work out this relationship? what obstacles do you have to overcome?
4. massage: some intimate relaxation.
5. dates: it's good to go out every once in a while.
6. negotiation: to work out what kinks are and are not okay.
7. nonsexual bondage: gags, bridles, chastity belts. some people just like the security of bondage in everyday life.
8. humiliation/in public: take your pet out to show her off; bend him over a bench and spank him for bad behavior.
9. animal play: pony play, pet play.
10. punishment/discipline: someone's been bad. maybe it's time for a time-out. or maybe someone has to clean the bathroom with a toothbrush.
11. other

THE SEXUAL:
1. the light stuff: some handcuffs, some ropes. nothing too extreme. maybe one partner or the other is afraid; maybe it's just time to take a break from the trappings and have some love-making.
2. bondage: chains, or elaborately knotted ropes, or full-body bindings. maybe even suspension in midair.
3. caning/whipping/spanking: for punishment and for enjoyment of the pain.
4. shaving: you like them with smooth skin. no beards, no lovetrail, no hairy legs.
5. piercing/tattooing: a permanent mark of devotion.
6. sensory deprivation: gags, blindfolds, earplugs, to shut out the rest of the world.
7. as therapy: exploring a past trauma or fear.
8. first time: one partner or another is experiencing the kink lifestyle for the first time.
9. kink parties: for casual play. mind the rules; drugs and alcohol are rarely tolerated, and all play must be consensual. or else the host or hostess might get angry.
10. orgasm denial/forced orgasm: until they beg for it, or beg you to stop.
11. ageplay: perhaps someone wants to be treated like a child. maybe a little daddy or mommy kink to go along with it.
12. role-play: taking on roles. master-slave, teacher-student, dragon prince and slave-dancer -- your imagination's the limit.
13. genital torture: pain where you're the most sensitive.
14. electricity: to give things a spark.
15. medical fetish: sounding, stirrups, speculums -- oh, doctor.
16. fucking machines: it'll keep in the same rhythm, no matter how much you beg.
17. other

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Eric let out a quiet sigh of pleasure as Nora's fingers found his cock. The truth was that he had not intended for his sister's aftercare to include sex, but neither had he discounted the possibility. Even though he had fucked her earlier, that particular coupling was more of a means to an end, a part of the process, rather than a genuine need to be with her. Eric's only concerns now were for Nora and her health and to slowly, gently bring her back to herself up out of the places he had taken her.

But he knew enough that sex would not be harmful to that recovery, not if he was careful about it. And he was, after all, still Eric Northman and this was still Nora, the being on Earth he adored and desired more than any other, all but begging him.

Eric placed a kiss on her neck. "I would like nothing more," he whispered against her ear. Gingerly, he turned Nora over until they were facing. Leaving her hand to do to him as she wanted, he leaned in and gently slid his lips across hers.

Sometimes, she didn't need this. Sometimes, all she needed was closeness and care and whatever else Eric's affection would entail; if she'd more or less asked for him to take her out of herself, that was likely the case. Right now, he'd done it without asking (though for her own good and she knew that and she was glad of it, mostly, save the tiny part of her that was exhausted by it) and it hadn't been quite the careful dance of giving in and falling and then being brought back, it had been considerably messier.

She had to properly give herself over a bit more so she could come back comfortably, that's what it came down to.

Oh, and Nora knew that sound of her brother's, knew exactly what it meant and relished it. She loved hearing it, in point of fact, and it meant that even before he'd kissed her neck and spoken, she was smiling -- just a bit, almost shy -- and she knew instinctually (if not fully consciously) what the answer would be.

She all but groaned into that kiss, letting her eyes close for a moment but then, after what she faintly deemed an appropriate interval (once he'd begun to harden in her hand) they opened once more and locked onto Eric's as she very carefully pulled back. Her hand never stopped working at him, but -- watching him for signs of permission or a lack thereof, just in case -- her body inched down the bed, stopping only when her mouth was millimeters away from the tip of him.

"Yes?" she murmured, though it wasn't really a question at all.

Messier, indeed. If Eric had been gifted (or cursed?) with that strange ability to read another being's mind, then he would have certainly agreed wit his sister's assessment. It had been very messy. And so had been the dense and tightly coiled tangle of emotions that they had, between the two of them, undone and now needed to straighten and make whole. And there was no way to apply a more Alexandrian solution to the knot-- to have simply severed it might have cost Nora's mind and heart more than any aftercare could restore.

There would never be anything that Eric would refuse to do for Nora, if he believed it was in her best interest.

If only every situation could be as easy and pleasant as the offer now currently on the table.

"Yes," he answered quietly. "Always, yes."

Honestly, Nora was nearly to obliging him before the words were even all the way uttered, lips parting, so close he'd have felt hot breath against his skin were she human. She asked as a formality, really, she needed to do this and wanted to do this and knew he'd want her to do it too, if not for the reason she had then for that simpler, more basic reason. Not a second after he'd finished speaking, she'd replaced her hand with her mouth, swallowing his cock as delicately as could be imagined.

It wasn't exactly the most intuitive of positions for this, but any decisions about how to adjust would have to be made by Eric. Nora tended to stay in subspace for a while, until her subconscious decided it was damn well ready to stop, and that was very much the case right now.

Of course she gave blowjobs when they weren't playing like this, when things were closer to vanilla, and she enjoyed it, too -- truth be told, she'd always been rather orally fixated, even as a human -- but it was always different when she was still floating. Oral could be about taking control, pleasuring someone till they were incoherent, or it could, like now, be about giving control, letting oneself be used.

Once her hands had left him, they met at she small of her back, instinctively mimicking her earlier bound position. She'd move them if he asked her to, but for now, she felt safer narrowing her options down as much as she could. Her gaze stayed fixed on him as she began to lick up his shaft, and sure, part of it was that she just liked to watch his face, but part of it was a dare, almost, a request for him to please do with her as he'd like. She still needed to submit to him, at least a bit.

It was, like she'd said, thanking him. It was also giving back (since she could register at least dimly that he'd been hurt by all of this too) and in a way, it was almost something as silly (and unnecessary, she'd register once she was in her own mind fully) as asking him to please stay with her forever and showing him why he ought to.

The groan that Eric let out as Nora's mouth closed over his cock was, long, low, and shaking. Although everything that they did together sexually was absolutely exquisite, he'd always been especially impressed with her oral skills, and had availed himself of them as often as he could without seeming especially selfish about it.

When he looked down to see Nora placing her hands behind her back, he understood. They had not yet left their respective roles just yet, and she was asking Eric to continue playing his. Having no problem in the least with the idea, he reached down and-- with no small reluctance-- held Nora's face gently between his hands and pulled her away from his cock. Eric guided her to the side of the bed and off, until he was sitting on the edge, legs spread wide, so that Nora could kneel on the plushly carpeted floor between them, accommodating her submissive position and making it much easier for her to take him in her mouth once more.

As Eric pulled her back down to his length, he stroked Nora's hair softly even as he continued to switch between moans and growls as her ministrations continued. Soon, his hips began to rock just a fraction as she sucked him.

Nora had always been of the opinion that oral was just as, if not more, personal than other sorts of sex. She'd fucked her fair share over the centuries, and though she usually cared at least a bit for those she actually took to bed (she was a liar, but she tended not to lie about sexual attraction in the strictest sense) she didn't offer oral to just anyone anymore. Not everyone earned it.

But Eric -- Eric had never been just anyone. Eric knew her so intimately, Eric had understood her almost immediately, Eric was hers and just like he'd said, Eric belonged with her (and beside her, beneath her, on top of her, behind her, in her, all of it).

She whimpered when their bodies broke apart for just that little while, needy and hungry but not lost because there he was moving their positions, accommodating what she needed and what he wanted and everything between. In an instant, she fell to her knees, her hands locked behind her and her eyes (now that she'd gotten what she'd been asking for) lowered as demurely as possible.

The instant she'd got her lips around him once more, she gave a moan of her own, taking just a moment to enjoy the feel of him before leaning closer and starting to work at him once more. She was starting slow, but she was already very clearly enjoying herself, that much was clear and could be heard.

With Nora kneeling before him, in a classic position of submission, there was the tiniest sliver of Eric's mind that rebelled against the sight of her that way. It was the part of him that saw his vampire sister as a goddess, as the perfect example of the strength of will and defiance and self-confidence that were his most treasured qualities in them both, and it momentarily did not take kindly to seeing her seemingly reduced in such a manner.

But in truth, Eric understood. Nora was not being made to submit, she was offering her submission to him, and that was made a world of difference. She needed right now to do so, for lots of reasons, some of which both of them would have trouble expressing in words, but both would understand.

And she did look almost heartbreakingly beautiful this way.

As her mouth descended on his cock, Eric groaned loudly, his hands fisting in the soft sheets of the bed. Pleasure streaked its way through his body, Nora's ministrations flooding him with sensations. "Oh... Oh, yes..." His moans were only partly coherent, noises drawn from deep in his belly by her lips and tongue and mouth.

It was not long before he reached out and began to stroke Nora's hair gently, appreciatively, approvingly.

Nora had always been perfectly clear with him about what she needed and what she got out of these sorts of sessions with her brother, that letting herself submit to him had its purpose and that she would never stop being grateful for the way he facilitated it and never, ever took advantage. She could only be reduced if, yes, her submission was forced; when she chose it, how it was given and to whom, it was just what was right.

Of course, those were the facts as she saw them when she wasn't currently under. Right now, on her knees and with Eric's cock in her mouth, all she knew was this.

She knew the carpet beneath her, cushioning her, and his legs on either side of her.

She knew the sound of his voice, groaning and murmuring and so very much enjoying himself.

She knew the feel of his hand running through her hair and the way that, at least as best she could given her current activity, it made her butt her head against him like a kitten being petted.

She knew the taste of him, the feel of his member against her tongue, the different places she could pay attention to that would make him wild.

She knew all of these things more than she knew herself right now. All she was was Eric's, all she knew was Eric, and for the first time all night, she was really, properly calm. This was so much easier than worrying, this was just using her given talents to please him -- and oh, he had earned it, he was more wonderful to her than anyone, more wonderful to her than she deserved -- and it all made sense.

Even as Eric's senses became flooded with the sheer physical pleasure of Nora's attentions, he still had enough presence of mind to consider a few actual rational thoughts. Chief amongst them was the surety that this was exactly the reason why every parting between them had been accompanied with the greatest of regrets.

No, not because Nora gave the best blowjobs he'd ever experienced in a thousand years, although that was true.

Ever since werewolves slaughtered everyone he knew, Eric had cared about only two things: survival and family. Godric's turning him into a vampire had given him both, and the addition of Nora to the picture had solidified these two basic tenets of his existence. And now, with Godric gone, Nora embodied both of those things in every way possible.

She was his family. She allowed him to be all the things that he hid from the rest of the world: caring, sensitive, thoughtful, protective, loving, even doting. Eric could not picture surviving another year, let alone hundreds, without her.

Soon enough, though, her efforts grew simply too good for Eric to avoid sinking into euphoria.

"Close..." he groaned, the sound only barely coherent as a word.

In all truth, Nora hadn't really even known family until Godric and Eric, she'd known the formalities of it as a human but not what it truly meant. Once she'd learned it from them (so quickly, they'd both become such a part of her so quickly) she'd been rather addicted, though it hadn't kept her from chasing after her ambitions.

But that was another reason that this was so much simpler right now: dropping her down like this was about the only way to quiet that overachieving instinct she'd always had. She wasn't thinking about what might be or what the repercussions of things were, she wasn't hardly thinking at all, just feeling, and for someone with a mind as busy as hers it was a relief.

Nora only halfway understood that sound of Eric's -- she'd only have halfway understood it even if it had been more articulate, given the way everything seemed to be coming at her through a layer of blissful white noise -- but she understood that he'd said something, she dimly registered what it meant.

It could really only be one thing.

She couldn't help but to glance up at him even as she continued to suck and lick and work her tongue and lips over all of the sensitive spots she'd long ago learned. It was devoid of any of the challenge of before, it was just an innocent, genuine question: what more could she do, how could she make him even happier? Really, that was all that mattered to her.

Eric couldn't read minds, but he could read Nora just fine, especially in a moment like this. Like her, this was a distillation of the world down to simple, satisfying elements. Both of them fit into their roles with ease and comfort, and from there fit together perfectly. He saw the question her wide, loving eyes asked and decided on his answer.

Marshaling some control, he reined in the pressure in his belly enough to continue a bit longer. Eric reached down and cupped his hands around Nora's face, pulling her off of his cock and taking a moment to gaze with adoration at her before leaning down for a few gentle kisses.

After that, he guided her back down, sliding his length past her lips again. This time, he held onto Nora's head, keeping her still while he began to gingerly rock his hips. Eric stroked himself in her mouth, his eyes never breaking gaze with hers as he took his pleasure of her, exactly as she'd silently asked. The tip of him grazed the back of her throat but never pushed, the lightness of his hands' grip giving Nora the ability to swallow him if she felt up to it.

He hadn't chided her for looking at him (usually he didn't) so she figured it meant to keep at it, her slightly unfocused stare becoming as fixed as the position of her arms behind her. The only movement she made was to return his kisses, delicately and with not even the slightest presumption but as sweet as he was being to her before he moved her down once more.

She hadn't even realized she had wanted this, but oh, it was perfect. It was exactly what she'd needed, this powerful combination of objectification (and oh, she didn't even need to be this far under to enjoy that, at least with him in control, so right now it felt rather heavenly) and fulfilling her need to satisfy him.

(Really, Nora wasn't much for the more modern latex versions of the concept, but she'd always taken comfort in being used as Eric's doll for a while, choosing to limit her choices and play the good girl she so very much was not.)

She let him just fuck her face some, staring up at him with all the trust and adoration in the world, keeping as perfectly still as she could, but soon she shifted her position just the slightest bit, taking him all the way in. She'd always been one of the lucky ones without a gag reflex, and that along with the way she quite honestly felt almost safer with something in her mouth at times meant she'd always been eager to deep throat.

She kept asking that same question with her eyes, though. Even if she'd only halfway hear it, she rather craved his encouragement.

He would have been content-- no, more than content, he would have been perfectly overjoyed-- to continue fucking Nora's mouth as he was, but when she took that slight opening he had left for her and let him slip down into her throat, well, there might not have been a happier vampire in the world. Eric let out a groan of appreciation that echoed off the room's walls before he stroked Nora's hair again.

"God," he said with just the slightest tremble in his voice betraying the immense pleasure she was giving him, "I can't believe I forget sometimes how amazing you are at this." He began to move his hips again, strokes longer and deeper. "It feels... oh, it feels so good..."

Eric leaned forward as best he could while still feeding her his cock. "You make me feel so good," he said with great deliberation, willing the sound to penetrate the haze he knew had settled in around her senses. "I love how you do this. I never want you to stop." She would hear nothing but praise and love from him until she had risen all the way back up, and Eric was in no mood to rush that transition at all.

She wasn't getting every one of his words, no, but enough of them were reaching her. His tone, all intent and warmth, was certainly reaching her, and the more he spoke, the more that haze around her started to change. Not to dissipate, exactly, she was still pretty well under, but she was sliding slowly from the almost desperate-to-please anxiety she'd felt to a sweeter sort of neediness, wanting to give pleasure not to prove something but because she knew that he already knew it and treasured it.

And sure, the wetness between her own legs was getting a bit harder to ignore, but while she could be almost brattily impatient under normal circumstances, she could push back her own arousal infinitely when she was concentrating so intently on Eric's satisfaction in this way.

Everything had narrowed to what she could feel at this moment, her mind was all but blank save what of his affections she registered, her responses were all instinct. And oh, she held position so perfectly, her hands behind her back and her eyes wide and all-too-honest (another reason, perhaps, why she tended to reserve this special trick of hers for the certain few, she couldn't help but be unguarded with her mouth around someone) and her posture never wavering.

Maybe she didn't understand all of it, just now, but she could hear him speak and see him. As she swallowed him (oh, he tasted so wonderful and familiar) and watched him, was reached by at least some of his praise, she murmured soft, dazed strings of "thank you" and "I love you," the words unintelligible around his cock but the meaning evident in her eyes.

Eric understood her perfectly, of course, and smiled back at her warmly and fondly-- a striking dissonance with the fact that he was currently thrusting his member deeply into her throat as he did it. Or at least it would have been a dissonance for anyone else but them. Their sexual combustibility had always gone hand in hand with the more tender aspects of their relationship, and he'd always believed neither of them would ever have it another way.

As satisfied as Eric would have been with finishing off in Nora's mouth, he detected the scent of her growing arousal and responded to it in kind. Pulling his cock free of her mouth, he stood and guided his vampire sister back to her feet, only to lay her out on the bed once more. Eric stretched his long frame above hers, slotting himself between her legs.

With the ease and familiarity of centuries, he slipped inside of her sex without a hand to guide himself, groaning as he was sheathed within Nora again. Leaning his head down to kiss her, he started to slowly rock his body against hers.

One of the reasons that the two of them worked so well together -- always had, really -- was, yes, that they could be so many things to each other all at once. Things that nobody else was allowed to see of them (emotional, so deeply affectionate as they were, in her case this level of vulnerable) and things that didn't seem to go together, that maybe wouldn't be even supposed to go together in most relationships. They seemed like a contradiction, perhaps, but nothing was farther from the truth.

His smiles earned him more low, mumbled replies, meaning to augment the effect of her ministrations with their humming (and, in truth, increasing her own arousal as well; it was funny, she loved hearing her lovers scream and talk dirty and all of it, but hearing and knowing she couldn't really speak for at least a while and for any number of reasons could help get her off like few other things) but soon everything was upended again.

Nora couldn't help but start to keen when he pulled out (she'd so wanted to make him feel good, she didn't need it herself even if she did) but she had the wherewithal to follow his urgings and lay back on the bed nicely, knowing more or less what he was intending to do. This time, her arms were laid out with her wrists crossed above her head, still with deference, still with the possibility for him to rearrange her.

And when he entered her, when he kissed her, a sharp "ohhhh" slipped out of her mouth and into his. It was relieved, it was happy, it was just the slightest bit confused (since she'd been so hell-bent on being used, not properly fucked herself).

Well, Eric was always of a mind to keep things interesting, and fucking Nora under any circumstances was always an option he preferred to take whenever he could. When her arms rose above her head, Eric reached out, his hand large enough to grasp her crossed wrists together, pressing down into the mattress. Nothing elaborate or extensive, but the implication was clear-- he was still very much in control of her and the situation, just as Nora wanted him to be.

His slow, rolling strokes quickly made way for faster, sharper thrusts. Soon, Eric moved up onto his knees for better leverage, his hips pumping harder now, his cock sliding nearly its full length out of her and then back in to the hilt with every movement.

At that rate, it wasn't long before the pressure in his belly crossed the line. Again, with a touch of regret, Eric slid free of Nora's welcoming sheath and began to clamber up the bed until he was sitting just south of her breasts, his cock dark and gleaming with her wetness. He reached down to stroke himself absently. "Now where...?"

Nora let out a happy little moan when his hand found her wrists -- yes, it was just how it ought to be, he had her safe and secure and she was right where she belonged staring up at him -- and instinctively pushed her hips up against his. Well, he hadn't said not to do that, it wouldn't hurt, and she was starting to really feel the need to come again herself, different than before of course but no less pressing.

The harder he slammed into her, the louder she wailed, the more she arched to meet him, the more she started to strain against his hand holding her down (being held down was one thing, but she liked knowing it wasn't just for decoration, she had to test it sometimes). She couldn't stop looking him over, admiring him really (she always did that).

But then, when she felt like she, too, was right there -- he wasn't anymore, and maybe it was petulant of her but she very definitely squirmed, her eyes trained on his cock the whole time he was adjusting, her mouth fallen open in a perfect round "o" of shock or need or both. He needed to come, she needed to come too, why not just --

Well, of course. It wasn't her decision to make, and his question reminded her of that fact. He'd take care of her, he always did (at least after a fashion) and he did so well, why wouldn't she trust him? After a moment's thought, she lifted her head just enough to nod at her tits, once more playing it as sweet as she could. "Please?" she whispered.

Oh, what a sight she was. Eric wondered absently if there would be a man, mortal or vampire, who would be able to resist this vision, arms raised above her head in supplication, hair fanned wildly on the pillow, mouth parted, eyes fixated on his cock, chest heaving... Hell, there would be plenty of women lined up as well. In any case, it warmed his cold and ancient heart to see Nora like this after the ordeal he'd put her through-- necessary or not.

He did notice her expression and smirked playfully in response. "Oh. Oh, did I forget something?" As tall and lean as Eric was, it was simple for him to reach back and let his fingers find Nora's sex. Eric started to rub, and with all the deft familiarity he'd used on her earlier, he was making sure to find every favorite spot, use just the right amount of pressure, all to put her right on an express path to orgasm.

Once she'd come, Eric took his fingers, slick with Nora's wetness and wrapped them around his cock. His eyes locked with hers as he stroked himself, slowly for a few moments and then faster. Soon enough, Eric groaned, the head of him swelled, and he burst. His body gave three or four heavy shudders, each as a white strand of his seed jetted onto Nora's breasts. Then, quieter shakes and smaller spurts until her tits were quite spattered.

With a last moan and a warm smile, Eric leaned down and pressed his forehead against his sister's for a moment before kissing her. "I love you."

Nora had a tendency to get absolutely wild where sex was concerned; even when she was entirely in control of the situation, she could be almost frantic in her passions and hungers. There was so little point in being shy about what she wanted (and a difference between that and being humble for a purpose) and what was more, so little point in holding back. When she was still floating like this that wildness didn't manifest in quite the same way, but it was unmistakable: flashes in her eyes, those somehow both pleasured and disgruntled whimpers, that way she was so focused and yet not focused at all.

Such as then: his question had her wrinkling her nose and nearly huffing out her "yes, yes, yes," but there wasn't enough force behind it to come across even a bit aggravated like she might were they playing under different circumstances and the moment his fingers touched her, it gave way to an almost otherworldly howl, long and low and almost violent. Her hips bucked into his touch, her legs spread further to accommodate him, her whole body shook and twitched, and when her release finally found her, she almost began to weep again just from the relief of it.

Oh, but this wasn't just for her, none of it had been, and soon enough their eyes met and as best she could, still a bit addled as she was, Nora silently urged Eric on, nodding and running her tongue over her lips absently. This was another thing that only Eric was really allowed to do, but it seemed right: it wasn't a matter of what she deserved, exactly, but if she was being just a bit objectified like she'd wanted, well.

But then he had to go and be so perfectly gentle with her and all of her lust faded fast into pure worshipfulness, "I love you too" murmured reverently against his lips, gaze dropping demurely once more, all of the leftover tension in her muscles disappearing.

Eric enjoyed making Nora come with all the relish he did every single time he had the chance to do it for her. It was the most perfect combination of beauty, affection and unbridled lust that he knew, and he considered it something of a privilege. After he'd come himself, he knew that if he so chose, there was plenty of fire left in them both, more than enough to fuck each other silly or for him to use her again.

But they had plenty of time for that, Eric had decided. His priority was finishing what he'd started by tying Nora up in the first place. When he noted the change in her, the relaxation and release, Eric breathed a silent sigh of relief himself.

Climbing down from the bed, he retrieved a washcloth and cleaned up her chest, then stretched out on the bed beside her. Eric raised the arm closest to her, a clear invitation for Nora to hold him if she chose. If not, he would turn and hold her instead. Either way, his embrace and all the things it promised-- his support, his care, his understanding-- would be the end of the journey for her.

And to be sure, there was a part of Nora that wanted nothing more than to fuck until they were both worn out or until they couldn't resist the sun's pull on them anymore, whichever came first -- it wasn't exactly from lust (though her lust for Eric never truly abated) but from a need to feel even more a part of him than she always was -- but she knew that Eric knew what was best for her, for them, in this moment.

The only move that she made was to coyly bring down one of her hands, trace fingertips around one nipple while he tended to the other, then bring them to her lips to suck off just a bit of the taste of him. A bit of flirtatious impulse with him was natural, subconscious even; unless ordered otherwise, it was going to creep out if she was in a good enough mood.

Which was not to say she felt entirely better yet; that would come with time, but thanks to her brother's efforts, she was much farther along. It wasn't an open wound anymore, he'd at least been able to treat it in a way she'd never have accomplished on her own.

When prompted, she rolled onto her side and threw her arm over him, holding him tight. For a minute, they were in silence, Nora practically burying her face in his shoulder, but after some time passed, she mumbled, "I never want to be without you again."

Eric smiled and leaned down to softly kiss Nora's forehead. "Well, there's a very simple solution to that," he said warmly, "and that's to never leave. You stay with me forever, I stay with you forever. Simple as that."

And perhaps it could be, he thought. Their partings in the past had never been about enmity or that strange human impulse to "need space". What Nora had wanted out of her eternity had simply not always coordinated with Eric's desires and, believing that in time, they would be together again, they took different paths with no resentment.

But now was different. Circumstances had changed and Eric had come to the belief that the best thing for them now was to keep those they valued and cared for as close as possible.

"So what do you say, Nora? Live with me?"

It had never been that simple in the past, no. She'd itched to make something of herself, do something with the time she'd been so generously given, she'd wanted to accomplish something. That ambitious streak of hers hadn't faded over time, and it had always run deeper than Eric's, always.

Now, though? Maybe she was still too dazed to think straight, or feeling uncharacteristically optimistic, or just feeling downright sentimental, but given the way that, well, everything in the entire world was going and the way that everything had fallen for them in specific, but his suggestion made sense to her.

Absently, she ran her hand down his back, tracing nonsense on his skin. "You make it sound so serious," she whispered. "So official."

It was a good sign, too, that she was feeling up to teasing by now. That was really what it was, teasing; the answer was yes, but at the same time, Nora was amused by how sort of backward it felt. She wasn't exactly an expert in traditional commitments (though even now, she was pretty sure there'd be little to consider "traditional" in whatever this entailed), but it seemed funny to be playing at some semblance of it after centuries of devotion had already passed between them.

It made sense, for all the reasons they'd both already shared and thought, but it was still sort of odd.

Without her ambition, without her driving need to climb the ladder of influence and position, she would not have been Nora, and if she weren't Nora, then she wouldn't have been the woman and vampire that Eric adored so dearly. So of course he could never begrudge her the freedom to take her own path. It had always led her back, eventually, before.

Besides, the farewell and reunion sex had always been particularly epic.

"Would you prefer I get a chain and leash you to the bed? I suppose that would be a bit more my usual style." Eric laughed, but the look he gave her was sincere.

"I know, it sounds like a proposal and that feels like such a reversal after so long. But the world is changing fast, even for us immortals, and who the hell knows what's next?" Eric meant every word. Insane things were happening, the playing field was shifting and reversing and being upended. Why not look for a little stability, corny as it was?

"I'm not asking you to wear a ring, Nora, just... don't go."

The BDSM Lifestyle Meme

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oh, those holidays - sorry for the delay!

hey no worries, the holidays happen.

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