OOM - Everything changes in the death of night

[onceaviking]

The night air is heavy with the perfume of flowers. And incense.

Lafayette's house lies in the dark like an exotic lantern, lit from within in red and gold and purple. The darkness cradles the house like the arms of a lover, luring it deeper and deeper into night.

Everything's still and dark. Waiting.
Then there are footsteps in the gravel.
Then there's a knock on the door. A quick rap-rap sound.
Then there is silence.

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[a_little_cocoa]

Eric's voice is all velvet again, reaching into his very core.

Eyes squeezed shut, Lafayette tosses his head from side to side. He's torn between wanting to get away and just wanting more and more--

(The car horn is still honking, getting louder and louder.)

"No...no... Don't stop..."

[onceaviking]

One of Eric's hands moves up and grabs hold of Lafayette's face.

He pulls out and away, their only point of contact now Eric's vice like grip on Lafayette's face.

"Pay attention," he says, his voice oddly gentle compared to the bruising grip of his fingers.

[a_little_cocoa]

"I am payin' attention, I am, I am," he whimpers breathlessly, wincing in pain at Eric's firm grip. The pain permeates his body, making him squirm and want to curl up into a ball, yet good lord is he still hard. But he tries to settle down, tries to keep still lest Eric crush his jaw.

He hardly notices that he's pulled out and no longer pinning him to the couch with his weight.

(And what is with that goddamned car horn...)

[onceaviking]

"Then you'd better go see what that is all about ," Eric says, calmly.

Letting go of his face.

[a_little_cocoa]

Eric releases him, and he opens his eyes--



--and Eric isn't there anymore.

Lafayette abruptly sits up with a gasp, his heart racing.

He's fully clothed, in his silk robe, sprawled on the sofa. He clutches at his throat, feeling for blood or open wounds. Nope, he ain't bleeding.

"What the fuck--"

It was just dream. One of those dreams, thanks to having ingested Eric's blood. Praise the day when it wears off-- if ever.

He takes a bracing breath or three, leaning forward with his face in his hands. He can't deal with this shit. He just can't.

And some asshole is still leaning on their goddamned car horn!

With an annoyed huff, he gets up and goes to the front door, stepping outside onto the porch. Someone is parked in a convertible at the foot of the hill. As Lafayette's eyes adjust to the dimness, he recognizes who it is.