Everlasting D/J AU

Dita backed away some, afraid he might not like her explanation. "The other day...in your room. You touched me and I saw it...I saw everything."

He was confused, she saw it, like a psychic? At first anger rolled through him, but who was he to judge? Wasn't he a vampire?

"Like a psychic?"

Dita sensed his anger. She nodded, "Yeah...look, I'm not going to say anything. I'll stay away from you..." She felt deflated, but started off down the hall.

Chasing after her in the blink of an eyes, he grabbed her, "No, that's not what I want. I trust you. Don't go."

Desperation rose in him and he felt like the night it happened all over again.

Dita looked at him with surprise, "J..."

One of the many down falls of vampirism was that the moment of your death haunted you, especially if it was dramatic. In the beginning he had to hide in his dorm for days, unable to pull himself out of the visions of his death that replayed relentlessly. Eventually, though, Chibs had taught him to control it, to beat back the visions. still, when he was emotional, they would sneak up on him.

He fell to his knees and clung to her robe, unable to see anything but the ground as he fell and the chain tightened. The breath he no longer required came out in sputters and coughs. He couldn't stop it.

Dita held him close, kissing the top of his head, "Fight back. Tune it out...I know it's hard, but you need to try."

He looked up at her blindly, "Keep talking to me, please," his accent was thick.

He focused on her voice at first only hearing it like a light wind. Soon it filled his mind and he was able to fight back the vision. It tortured him that he couldn't get passed it. He stood to his full height and backed Dita up until she was against the wall. A hand on the wall on either side of her head, he crushed his lips to hers. Despite his best efforts, his fangs gently brushed her bottom lip.

Dita kissed him back, relishing in the light scratches the fangs caused against her lips. She gently ran her hands up the back of his neck and against his mohawk.

Lifting her without effort, he brought her back inside his dorm and locked the door. Untying her robe he watch as it pooled on the ground at her feet. He drank her in with his eyes, every tattoo giving his eyes something else to examine.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered reverently, running his hand up her thigh and along her belly.

Dita blushed before leaning in to kiss him gently; hesitantly. Her nerves felt raw and alive as she clumsily unbuttoned his black dress shirt.

The warmth of her hands on his cold chest made him hiss. It felt so amazing. Impatiently, he finished undressing himself and pulled her down onto his bed. He teased her, nipping at her inner thighs, fight the urge to bite her.

Dita purred, finally letting her guard down and tuning every image out of her head. She just focused on him; reaching down to clutch his hands tightly with her small ones. She felt her knees shake nervously, but it wasn't out of fear of him.

Her hands on his was the only encoragement he needed. He skimmed his fangs up her thigh and across her collar bone then gently nipped the base of her neck. Teasing was something he greatly enjoyed.

Dita purred, moving enough to capture his mouth once more with hers.

He smiled against her mouth again running his fangs over her lips. Gently he pushed into her, enjoying the heat. A growl escaped him as he moved fighting the urge to bite her. He gripped her hips for balance.

Dita gasped out, tears stinging her green eyes. She buried her face in the crook of his left elbow.

He stopped when he smelled the the blood and seeing her reaction. Tentatively he entered her mins.
"Why didn't you tell me?"

Dita rested her hands on the back of his neck, "I didn't want you to lose interest in me...I also wanted you to be my first."

He smiled and claimed her mouth, satisfied enough with her answer to keep going. He lifted her as he rolled onto his back. Letting her be in a position of power, but guiding her hips to his own tempo.

Dita moved against him: using his guidance along with her moves she used in burlesque. It didn't take long for her to fall over the edge.

Seeing her find release, Juice found his. He growled at the effort it took not to bite her. Pushing her off him, he rolled over n the bed and put his face firmly in a pillow.

Dita looked puzzled; hurt as she watched him, "Did I screw up?"

He panted, grabbing her hand and dropping his guard, allowing every single image of him biting her that was running through his head flood into her.

"No, Dee, no you didn't," he growled.

Dita looked at him, no fear in her eyes, "I wouldn't stop you."