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Madeleine’s hands are on her and it feels nice. She bunches the soft fabric draped over Claudia’s skin, pining it in place to hug her barely blooming figure close. Despite her body forever being on the precipice of bloom, Claudia feels like a woman standing in front of the mirror as Madeleine continues her work.
The conversations’ nice. Easy. Madeleine is like a breath of air on a rainy evening, filling up Claudia’s lungs. She had once thought that she no longer needed such things like oxygen, but Madeleine continues to push such petty notions Claudia has.
Claudia listens with a stinging mixture of delight and something else, something bitter that sits at the back of her throat, as Madeleine talks about the boy she was with during the war. Regardless of the mixed up feelings bubbling inside of her, Claudia is enjoying herself. She’s having fun, talking to Madeleine, being around her, her hands on Claudia’s body. It feels good to have a friend, if that’s what they are. Claudia thinks they are. It’s different from the coven where the girls are jealous, the boys don’t give a shit and both want to fuck her.
With Madeleine, Claudia feels like she can actually speak without catty comments and rolling eyes. So maybe that’s why she reveals to Madeleine what’s roiling deep within her, that hurt that has festered beneath her skin for years. And Madeleine gets it, she recognizes that hurt within her, that same hurt that Claudia sees mirrored back. She’s just about to reveal more of herself when the metallic scent of blood hits Claudia's nose suddenly, and her eyes lower, tracing the line of blood that is making its slow descent down the soft line of Madeleine's leg. Claudia refrains from licking her lips at the sight, her fangs lowering despite her internal protests.
“You got blood on your…” Claudia’s voice trembles slightly, her tongue traces the sharp tips of her fangs.
Madeleine’s eyebrows furrow, her eyes studying Claudia curiously before looking down at the red trail that stands stark against the pale white of her leg.
“Ah, quel dégât,” Madeleine exclaims, “I must have bled through. Let me go clean up.”
Before Madeleine can stand Claudia finds herself putting her hand on her shoulder, preventing her from doing so. Again, those furrowed brows and eyes, alight with curiosity, paint Madeleine’s face.
“I-“ Claudia starts, but she doesn’t know what to say. Her nails dig into the fabric of Madeleine’s shirt, but Madeleine doesn’t flinch. Her deep brown eyes don’t move themselves from Claudia’s inhuman ones, and Claudia feels heat pool deep in her belly.
“Sorry, yes, you should go clean up,” she says, her hand dropping to her side.
Madeleine stands once Claudia takes a step back and walks down to the bathroom at the end of the hallway. Claudia watches her go, not hearing Madeleine’s exclamations of annoyance as she leaves a trail of blood in her wake, her eyes tracking the drops of blood with a focused intensity. Claudia turns her head back to the chair Madeleine occupied, not failing to notice the tiniest pool of blood Madeleine left on the floor. She doesn’t move, not until she hears the door click shut.
Claudia drops to her knees. The pins in her dress pinch at her skin, but Claudia doesn’t care as she brings her face close to the floor, the heady smell of Madeleine’s blood from her most intimate part of herself filling her nose. Claudia sticks out her tongue and begins to lap up the blood that’s rapidly cooling.
Blood is food, Claudia knows this. She has never understood the kind of reverence other vampires held for such a thing nor has she understood Louis’ inability to drink human blood, denying himself his most basic nature. But as Madeleine’s blood enters her, the barest brush of liquid on Claudia’s tongue, she feels a sort of heat ignite inside of her she has never felt.
The blood, Madeleine’s blood, blooms on her tongue. Sweet like the southern magnolias that used to grow outside her window as a little girl. A silent release of breath leaves Claudia’s lips as she savors the flavor of Madeleine on her lips.
It is then that she hears the bathroom door open. Claudia quickly rises to her feet, smoothing her dress down quickly before Madeleine makes her way down the hallway. Her heels click on the floor and Claudia notices that her heart is beating faster as Madeleine comes closer.
The blood trail is still on the floor, but Madeleine is clean, not a hint of blood on her figure, but Claudia can smell it, watches it as it slides along her veins hungrily.
“Je m’excuse,” Madeleine says a bit flustered, “Let me finish your dress.”
Claudia just nods her head silently, eyes downcast. She can’t meet Madeleine’s gaze, feeling as though her face will reveal what she’d done. Claudia spins around to face the mirror, keeping her eyes trained on the floor. Madeleine steps behind her, fussing with the pins.
Madeleine hums slightly in confusion, “Pourquoi sont-ils…” Madeleine pulls at some of the pins and Claudia feels the pins dislodge from her skin leaving shallow wounds on her skin.
“Quoi?” Madeleine questions, “Claudia, these pins, are you okay? What happened?”
Claudia shrugs her shoulders, “Moved a bit, it’s no big deal.”
Madeleine exclaims, “No big deal? Claudia there are pinpricks of blood on the dress, it is ruined unless I can get it out, and you are hurt, non?”
“I’m fine. Just finish the dress and if you can’t get the stains out I’ll pay for it and another dress,” Claudia says a little harsher than intended. She feels bad, but Madeleine is asking too many questions and she still can’t meet her eye.
“Claudia,” Madeleine says like a mother chiding her child and Claudia flinches a bit, “Look at me.”
Claudia does not look at her, feeling her cheeks warm. Madeleine moves to stand in front of her, arms crossed across her chest, and Claudia looks at the light red hairs dusting Madeleine’s arms.
Then, Madeleine’s arms are reaching out, one of her hands grabbing her chin gently to lift her face so her eyes are forced to look into Madeleine’s brown ones.
“You are in my shop and you won’t even look at me?” She questions in a lilting tone. Then Madeleine inhales, not so much a gasp as a quick inhale of breath.
Claudia furrows her brow in question, her chest constricting slightly in worry.
“You have,” Madeleine says quietly, “putain.”
A thumb brushes the corner of Claudia’s mouth and Claudia watches as Madeleine’s thumb comes away wet with blood. It’s not a lot, just a small patch on the pad of Madeleine’s thumb, but it’s enough. Claudia flinches backwards, her cheeks flushing further, but Madeleine reaches forward again and tightens her grip on her chin.
Madeleine stares wordlessly at the blood, then her gaze bores into Claudia’s and she doesn’t know what to say.
“I…” Claudia trails off. Shame creeps up her spine, and Claudia resists the urge to run away.
Madeleine’s eyes narrow, not in disgust nor a glare, rather her eyes narrow in an inquisitive way. Curiosity, that’s the look in her eyes, and Claudia feels small under her gaze, but not small like an insect underneath a shoe. Her heart rate picks up, and Claudia can feel her breath coming out in soft pants.
Madeleine moves wordlessly to the chair she occupied earlier, sitting primly, her gaze not leaving Claudia’s. It’s penetrating, that look. Claudia could not look away even if she wanted to, no longer ashamed, but something else, something that burns.
Claudia moves forward a step, “Madeleine.”
Madeleine lips curl lightly in a small smile at the quiver in Claudia’s voice. She knows the effect she’s having on Claudia, and instead of that making Claudia feel embarrassed instead she feels excited.
“Would you like to get on your knees for me Claudia?” Madeleine raises an eyebrow at her and Claudia feels her stomach flip at the casual way Madeleine asks for such a thing. Brazen and confident. It makes heat pool in her belly, and Claudia nods eagerly. A laugh escapes Madeleine’s pink lips.
It’s absurd, Claudia thinks, that Madeleine is suggesting such a thing, and yet Claudia kneels with reverence at Madeleine’s feet. The hard wood floors dig into her knees once more, and Claudia knows they’ll leave bruises that will fade just as quickly as they form. Only if she focuses on them, but Claudia knows she won’t. She wants them to mark her, to remind her that this happened.
Claudia feels something stir inside her as she watches Madeleine spread her legs as much as the armrests of the chair will allow her. Madeleine’s black dress still covers her, and Claudia itches with the need to tear it off of her body to reveal the milky white skin beneath.
“This is what you wanted, non?” Madeleine asks, her voice casual, but her eyes are earnest, genuine. Claudia realizes without having to read Madeleine's mind that she wants verbal consent, and for some reason that makes Claudia even hotter.
“Yes,” she breathes out, “I want this.”
Claudia tries not to cringe at the desperation in her tone, but Madeleine seems happy to hear such desire dripping from Claudia’s words by the smile that spreads across her face. “Charmant,” Madeleine says, “c’est charmant, Claudia.”
Claudia reaches a shaky hand out to wrap around Madeleine’s ankle. Her fingers hold the bone with reverence before Claudia’s fingertips dance up the length of Madeleine’s calf. Her skin is smooth like silk and Claudia dips her head beneath the bunched fabric of Madeleine’s dress to taste. Her lips brush the dusting of hair on Madeleine’s leg and she hears a soft gasp from above. Claudia continues her dissent upwards, pushing the hem of Madeleine’s skirt up until it’s pooled in her lap.
Claudia brushes feather light kisses up Madeleine’s leg and only when she reaches her knee does she smell her. Heat and musk and blood and something else, something distinctly Madeleine, invades her senses. Claudia feels her heartbeat travel lower. Her eyes flit upwards, locking with Madeleine’s. Her cheeks are flushed a beautiful shade of pink, her lips red and wet, as if she’d been chewing on her bottom lip. Claudia wants to be the one to chew on her lip, to break the delicate flesh and lap up the bloom of blood. Madeleine must read this on her face, because all of a sudden hands are grasping the sides of her head, pulling her up and into Madeleine’s body.
But before their lips meet, Madeleine pauses, her breath coming out in soft pants that Claudia can feel on her face. Their lips are inches apart, their eyes locked. Madeleine caresses Claudia’s face gently, smiling at her so warmly. Claudia wants to weep. Madeleine finally leans in at the same time that Claudia does, and slowly their lips touch. Madeleine tastes like sunlight on the skin and Claudia whimpers into the kiss. Their lips move together softly, and Madeleine gently traces her tongue across Claudia’s lips, asking for entrance. Claudia opens her mouth willingly for Madeleine to explore.
She licks into Claudia’s mouth eagerly, her tongue tracing the line of Claudia’s teeth. And then the sweet taste of blood blooms inside Claudia’s mouth once more. Magnolia, sweet and heady. She pulls back abruptly as Madeleine hisses in surprise at the sting of her skin breaking.
Claudia means to pull away and out of the soft cradle of Madeleine’s thighs, but instead she feels them tighten around her torso. It’s not as if Claudia couldn’t break out of Madeleine’s grip, but the way her hands are still cradling her head, as if she’s something delicate and not monstrous, causes her to pause in her retreat.
Madeleine’s thumbs come to Claudia’s mouth, lifting her top lip to reveal her teeth. Claudia finds no use in hiding her fangs, letting them remain sharpened in her mouth. Madeleine’s eyes are glassy as she runs the pad of her thumb across one, as if testing out exactly how sharp they are. Her breath leaves her as Madeleine’s eyes finally tear themselves away from Claudia’s mouth and lock with her inhuman ones.
“Who are you?” She questions, not asking what Claudia is but who, her voice soft and lacking the fear Claudia so often hears with that question.
Instead of answering, Claudia asks, “You’re not afraid?”
Madeleine’s lips curve upwards into a small smile, “Non, ma douce fille,” and then she’s capturing Claudia’s lips once more, her tongue sliding into her mouth easily. Claudia moans into the kiss, a hint of blood tingeing each brush of their tongues.
Hands are in her hair, tugging on the tight curls softly, and Claudia digs her nails into the soft flesh of Madeleine’s thighs. Madeleine moans into Claudia’s mouth, gripping her hair tighter. Claudia leans into Madeleine’s touch.
Finally Madeleine pulls away, panting. Claudia forgot that Madeleine needs to breathe.
“I think I-” Claudia begins to say, her words trembling slightly, “I think I’d like to taste you now.”
Madeleine’s breath hitches and she nods her head, their nose brushing in the process, “I think I would like that.”
Claudia feels her heart beat race and nerves flooding her system all of a sudden, “I’ve never done this. I mean I have but- not with a woman.”
Madeleine just smiles at her, cupping her face in one of her palms, Claudia leans into the touch, “That is fine mon amour, I will teach you.”
Claudia’s stomach swoops and she nods her head before folding back down onto her knees. Her hands rested on Madeleine’s knees, head tilted up, waiting for direction. Madeleine grins down at her, her palm still cradling Claudia’s face.
“You have touched yourself, non?” Madeleine asks gently.
Claudia’s cheeks burn slightly, yes, she has, but not for some time, not since New Orleans. She hasn’t felt the urge, too caught up in the war, in Louis’ happiness, in the coven, to think about her own pleasure.
Looking at Madeleine, Claudia nods, her curls bouncing with the movement, and she feels the sudden urge to rake her own fingers through her hair, to untangle baby Lou’s tight curls.
Madeleine smiles, “It is a bit like that, here, let me show you,” she extends her hand, palm up, and Claudia lays her right palm against hers. Her hand is soft, and Claudia lets Madeleine guide her hand between her legs. Heat emanates from Madeleine’s core, warmth licking at Claudia’s fingertips as they graze the thin cotton fabric still covering Madeleine’s cunt.
“Take them off, I want to feel you.” Madeleine says, a breathy quality to her tone.
Claudia does as she asks, not thinking twice about how she’d normally snap at the other people she bedded back in New Orleans if they were to demand such things. This is different. Madeleine is different. So, Claudia eagerly pulls Madeleine's underwear down her thighs, letting the cloth pool on the floor at her feet. She tries to ignore the sight of blood in them, the red staining the fabric enticingly, but when Claudia looks at Madeleine, she forgets all about the blood staining the pad.
Madeleine’s cunt is shiny and wet with blood. It’s practically glistening in the warm lighting of the shop, and Claudia barely resists the urge to bury herself between her thighs to lap at the blood unceremoniously. Instead, she slowly brings her hand between Madeleine’s parted thighs again. Madeleine’s pubic hair is soft as Claudia thumbs at Madeleine’s slit gently, her folds parting, and she hears Madeleine gasp lightly.
Leaning in, Claudia uses her fingers to spread Madeleine open, revealing her clit. She licks at it, tentatively at first, not really knowing what she’s doing. Madeleine is breathing heavily though, so she must be doing something right when she swirls her tongue around her clit in tight circles.
Blood accompanies the tangy taste between Madeleine’s thighs, and Claudia moans against her. She drags her tongue down Madeleine’s cunt and enters her, lapping up the blood that rests just inside of her, swallowing it down in heaving gulps. Madeleine is pulling at Claudia’s curls, gasping and grinding against her face.
Madeleine breathes out, “Claudia. Claudia, Claudia,” her breath hitches and she grips Claudia’s hair tighter, “Wait, let me-” and then Madeleine is truly guiding Claudia’s face between her legs, her clit grinding down onto her nose. Claudia lets Madeleine guide her, feeling heat pool low in her belly and into her own cunt. She wants so badly to bring one of her hands between her legs but they’re too busy gripping Madeleine’s thighs, clawing down her legs and making Madeleine shiver. Her tongue continues to lick up into Madeleine’s entrance, blood gushing into her open mouth.
“Si belle mon amour, just like that,” Madeleine says breathlessly, her thighs trembling beneath Claudia’s hands. She continues her ministrations as Madeleine’s gasps pitch higher and higher until she’s moaning outwardly. Claudia can feel the throbbing between her own legs grow as Madeleine continues to roll her hips, grinding her cunt right into Claudia’s mouth. She takes it, swirling her tongue around Madeleine’s clit in rhythm with her hips.
Claudia’s grip on Madeleine’s thigh tightens and then she brings it up and over her shoulder, changing the angle of her hips. Madeleine cries out, unintelligible french spilling from her mouth, too fast for Claudia to translate in her mind. Her heel digs into Claudia’s back, urging her closer.
Blood is everywhere. It clings to Claudia’s cheeks stickily as her tongue dips between Madeleine’s folds, coaxing more blood out of her vagina and into her mouth. It sticks to the inside of Madeleine’s thighs and pools beneath her onto the chair. Claudia moans against her, reveling in her taste, it’s the sweetest form of blood she’s ever had.
Finally, one of her hands finds its way between Madeleine’s legs, and she inserts one digit inside of her. The blood makes everything slippery, and her finger sinks to the knuckle in one smooth motion. Madeleine’s thighs clench around Claudia’s head, “Please, Claudia, s'il vous plaît, plus s'il vous plaît.”
Claudia moans at Madeleine’s words, her own hips stuttering, trying to find release that isn’t there. She pulls out her finger and immediately adds two more. Madeleine inhales sharply at the stretch of three of Claudia’s fingers, and she can feel her clench around them tightly. It makes Claudia’s head spin a bit, the feeling of Madeleine’s warm cunt around her. She pulls back to watch her fingers slide into that warm heat. Her hand is covered in bright red blood, and there’s a pool of it on the chair, painting Madeleine’s pale thighs.
“Fuck,” Claudia breathes out at the sight, licking her lips and tasting Madeleine’s sweetness. Madeleine whines, her hips now grinding down onto Claudia’s fingers. It’s mesmerizing, watching herself disappear inside of Madeleine. She leans back in between her legs, her tongue dancing along Madeleine’s opening that is wrapped around Claudia’s fingers. It makes Claudia’s clit throb with want, the sight and sounds of Madeleine’s stretched cunt. Fuck, Claudia has never felt like this. Not with Charlie, not with any of the men after him. It was always something she did to fill up the endless nights of wallowing self pity emanating off of Louis or the hatred dripping from Lestat. She never thought sex would feel like this, like more than something to pass the time.
Claudia drags her tongue upwards to lick at Madeleine’s clit, circling the nub before taking it between her wet lips and sucking. Madeleine lets out a high pitched moan, and Claudia looks up at her, watches the long line of her throat, her blood slide along her veins. Madeleine’s head is thrown back in pleasure and Claudia takes that as a sign to continue sucking at her clit. Claudia curls her fingers inside of Madeleine, doing a come here gesture that makes Madeleine’s thighs shake.
The wet sound of skin on skin fills the air and Madeleine’s pretty moans grace Claudia’s ears like birdsong. It’s overwhelming. The sounds of her, the sight of her. It makes Claudia hungry for more, more, more.
Then, Madeleine’s eyes are on her, and Claudia can’t look away from her. Bright eyes are soft on her as Claudia gets lost in Madeleine. The high points of Madeleine’s cheeks are flushed, her lips wet and pink. Claudia hungers. She continues her ministrations, eyes locked on Madeleine’s, her fingers working deep inside of her, not caring about tasting her blood anymore and more focused on Madeleine’s pleasure. She needs to bring Madeleine to that cresting wave, needs to feel it on her tongue and around her fingers, desperately, like a woman starving.
At this moment Claudia is grateful that she doesn’t need air to survive what with the way Madeleine is suffocating her with her pussy. It’s hotter than Claudia would have expected, Madeleine’s hips undulating against her face. Claudia moans directly into her cunt, speeding up her thrusts inside Madeleine’s willing body. Madeleine gasps at the increase in pace.
“Oui, oui Claudia, plus fort,” She whimpers, gripping onto Claudia’s hair so hard it stings her scalp. Claudia throbs at the grip on her hair and fingers Madeleine harder, matching the grind of her hips. Claudia flattens her tongue against her clit, hand working furiously between Madeleine’s legs and all it takes is one, two more licks for Madeleine to moan out her pleasure, thighs gripping Claudia’s head as she climaxes. Claudia’s own hips move at the sound of Madeleine’s release, seeking friction that isn’t there. She laps up all of the blood between Madeleine’s legs as she shakes from her orgasm.
Claudia laps up the blood around Madeleine’s thighs, licking her clean before giving her cunt a kiss. She sits back on her heels and watches Madeleine’s chest rise and fall, her breathing heavy as she comes down from her release. Her own cunt aches with the need for release. Madeleine must read this on her face as she gestures for Claudia to stand. She does so eagerly, surging upwards and into Madeleine’s lap.
“Was I good?” Claudia asks, her voice soft.
“Oh, you did so well, mon douce fille. That was perfect.” Madeleine says, stroking Claudia’s curls. She nods her head, eyes locked on Madeleine’s face, her eyes, her lips.
Madeleine tightens her grip on Claudia's hair, and Claudia releases a breathy moan, “Would you like me to touch you now?” Madeleine asks.
Again, Claudia simply nods her head, too overwhelmed to do much else. Madeleine smiles brightly before bringing her hand between Claudia’s thighs, not wasting any time and Claudia is thankful for it.
She feels as Madeleine trails her hand along Claudia’s inner thighs before moving her underwear to the side. Slender fingers trail through Claudia’s slit, and her hips jerk involuntarily into the touch.
Two of Madeleine’s fingers find Claudia’s entrance and easily slip inside. Madeleine’s breath leaves her, eyes locked on Claudia’s and Claudia moans as she feels those fingers curl up inside her.
“Foutre,” Madeleine says breathlessly, “tu es si mouillée.”
Claudia grinds down onto Madeleine’s fingers, gasping out, “Yes- yeah, Madeleine, I need-”
“Shh,” Madeleine coos, “I know. Je t’ai.”
Madeleine uses her other hand that isn’t currently inside Claudia to still her hips. Claudia tries not to squirm in Madeleine’s grip. Then, Madeleine’s fingers curl up inside her, hitting that bundle of nerves deep inside Claudia. She uses her thumb to stroke at Claudia’s clit in time with her fingers grinding thrusts. Claudia whimpers and she bites her lip to keep herself from being too loud. It doesn’t take long for Madeleine’s deft fingers to work Claudia up and over that crest, her pleasure crashing into her like the waves of the ocean. High pitched moans leave Claudia's parted lips, and she tries not to feel embarrassed by how her legs are shaking.
Through her orgasm, Claudia feels Madeleine’s lips all over her. Her cheeks, her eyelids, her neck, her forehead. She’s whispering too. Quiet words of encouragement, whispered endearments that Claudia is too distracted by to truly translate.
Finally, Claudia is back in her body, and able to hear what Madeleine is saying.
“C'était si bien, mon amour, tu étais belle.”
Claudia feels Madeleine's hands combing through her hair and she knows her baby Lou curls are disheveled but she doesn’t care. All she cares about is Madeleine. Her voice, her eyes, her hair, her skin, her heat, that sweet slick between her legs. It’s all encompassing. Claudia leans forward and slots their mouths together, not thinking about how her face is still covered in Madeleine’s own blood. The kiss is a little hungry, a little fevered, but then it peters out into something more tender, like a bruise.
Madeleine pulls away first and looks at Claudia as if she is something beautiful, even as blood stains her lips and coats her teeth. It makes her heart beat faster and her gums ache. She feels Madeleine gently move her to stand up.
“Let me go get something to clean up this mess we made,” Madeleine says, a smile curling her lips with eyes so bright and Claudia wants so much it terrifies her. Instead, she just nods, “Okay.”
She watches as Madeleine walks down the same hallway she did when going to clean herself up. Claudia listens to the sound of Madeleine moving about what she assumes to be the bathroom and waits patiently for her to return.
Then a sudden booming voice enters her mind, so loud it makes her wince, “Claudia!”
Claudia turns around and walks out from behind the mirror and racks of clothing that provided enough cover to hide the acts Madeleine and her had just committed. Armand and his strange orange bug eyes are outside the shop window, glaring menacingly at her. Claudia feels ice fill her veins and quickly, before Madeleine can exit the bathroom, undresses and redresses in baby Lou’s costume. She wipes at her face in an attempt to remove the last remnants of Madeleine’s blood on her and is out the door.
As soon as she steps outside Armand is gripping Claudia’s upper arm in a fist so tight it most certainly will leave a bruise. Claudia lets herself be pulled away from Madeleine's shop, once again finding herself unable to stop what is about to happen to her.