Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Characters:Theo/Female MC Rating: E - explicit Warnings: 18+, NS/FW, biting, dirty talk Summary: After a bad day, the only thing he wants is her.
5k words of absolutely no plot - just the smuttery that happens when Theo’s woman wears his shirt. (This is my BELATED part of the exchange set up by @ikemenlibrary for the lovely @princessranran - life threw me for a crazy loop this week but I’m happy to finally get this to you!)
It wasn’t the door’s fault, Theo had to remind himself. Staying his hand before it slammed the broad entrance of the manor shut in what he knew would have been a thunderous crash, and instead closing it with a soft snick of sound. Not the door or the house or his own or anyone’s fault that there still existed pigheaded people even in this so-called ‘enlightened’ day and age.
The sour dregs of the failed meeting with his latest client still sat bitter on his palate as he shucked his long jacket and cap, shaking them out and hanging them meticulously as if seeking some measure of calm in the rote ritual. His urge to murder someone barehanded had faded by the time he finished, but his foul mood still persisted.
He knew there was only one place, and one person in this house, who could truly do anything about that.
His long strides ate up the length of stairs and corridors that led to her room, feet unerringly finding the way after all these repeated trips, and by the time he’d lifted his hand to knock at her door the worst of his fury had banked itself and a different sort of fire was stoking deep in his belly. One born of anticipation and the intimate knowledge of just how divinely one woman’s blood gilded his tongue.
“Hondje,” he called as he rapped softly on the wood panels of her door, still not wanting to wake her if she slept. He wasn’t that much of an ass. “Are you up?”
