Blanche couldn’t help but notice the dampness to the vampire as she walked in, seemingly not seeing Blanche at first. Glancing over to the window she couldn’t believe she didn’t notice it was raining. Her own hair was a little damp but she hadn’t felt it earlier. The rain must have even been coming down while she was out there, the moon's pull too strong to even notice. Not that she felt the cold, warmth was a constant thing for her and it was one of the only things she actually enjoyed about being what she was. That warmth was increased on nights like these as she was more in tune with her wolf side. She gave a small nod to the other woman, not noticing the concerned smile that was directed towards her.

The wolf definitely felt more comfortable now Josephine was back, her nerves were still quite high but they had been lessened by the woman’s mere presence. She wanted her close again, knowing the vampire’s simple touch would soothe her at least a little. It had earlier so she had no reason to believe it wouldn’t now. Blanche waited patiently for the woman to return, her eyes looking her up and down once she came out of her closet, a smile gracing her lips once again. Even just in a sweater the woman was drop dead gorgeous, she couldn’t see the shorts underneath but let her eyes travel over the woman’s now bare legs before catching the tattoos on her hands and collarbones. They suited her, as did the other ones she had noticed on her arms previously. They hadn’t been something she paid much attention to until now, the one on her collarbone was something she recognised seeing, something her dad had shown her and if she had noticed it earlier she would have known who she was straight away. Although she was glad she was only just seeing it now, if it had been the first thing she saw, she knew her fathers words would have gotten into her head before being able to make her own judgement of the vampire.

Blanche’s eyes then set on the sweatshirt and sweatpants that were in Josephine’s hands, items that Blanche hadn’t seen when she had her brief look. Hearing they were for her made her smile a little, as much as she had wanted to stay in her dress at first, the more comfortable clothes called out for her and with Josephine out of her own dress it would have been strange for her to keep her own on. “Thank you,” she said softly, having to clear her throat a little first. The pain was still there, a dull ache over every inch of her but mostly her shoulder. It was still throbbing from her forcing it back into place, something she hadn’t done before but it seemed to stop the process for now so she was glad she had done it. She would get changed in a moment, for now she just wanted to be close to the other woman.

Watching as they climbed onto the bed next to her, she relaxed a little more. The hand on her thigh was colder than her skin, that much she knew and she couldn’t help but hum at the contact. Moving her arm from her side, she wrapped it loosely around Josephine’s waist, gently pulling her closer. The words that came next made her stiffen a little, she didn’t want to lie and wasn’t the best at it either way but then again she didn’t want to exactly say the truth. She was quiet for a few moments, her brows furrowing ever so slightly. Knowing the extended silence would just give her away more, she decided to at least say something. “Just a little sore is all,” she eventually replied, turning her head to place a kiss against the vampire’s temple in hopes to have her not worry about her. She believed she could manage it or at least hoped she could, she had to.

Blanche couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, shaking her head a little. She knew Josephine didn’t know much about werewolves, especially by the way she spoke about it so decided to be slightly more honest and explain a little to her. “I’ll be alright, it can wait. When we shift on a full moon we lose control in a sense, we aren’t ourselves and tend to wake up without any recollection of anything while in that form,” she explained, it wasn’t much and there was a lot she didn’t mention but she hoped it would be enough for now. Nothing she said was a lie, just not necessarily the whole truth. She didn’t want to change how the other saw her, she wanted her to see that she was in complete control even if she wasn’t. She was upset with herself for almost losing it completely, she couldn’t let that happen again. Especially not here.

Glancing over to the woman beside her and then down to the hand on her thigh, she pulled her arm from around their waist and placed it over the hand that sat on her thigh, gently brushing her thumb over the tattoo. She had always admired the art behind tattoos but didn’t have any herself, it was just something she admired on other people. Her attention was soon diverted by a chirp coming from a dark corner of the room only to watch as a large white cat emerged. A brow raised in curiosity, watching as they came over and laid themselves in the vampire's lap, a spot she was sure was comfortable and understood why one would want to curl up there. Blanche couldn’t help but admire their fur, wondering if it was as soft and fluffy as it looked. She kept her hands to herself though, as much as she didn’t mind the creatures, they were normally the ones that had the problem with her. Most likely since she smelled more canine than human. It was normally a mutual understanding, she gave them their space and they didn’t mind. Most of the time anyway.

A smile stretched the corners of her lips a little, watching as the vampire cooed over their cat, it was a sight that warmed her heart. This woman was so different from what her father had said and couldn’t help but wonder if he was wrong about all of them. If her own species was the vicious, merciless ones. Blanche swallowed, pushing that thought away and focusing on Josephine and the cat more instead. Her thoughts could ramble on another time, for now she wanted to make the most of what little time they had left. Another chuckle left her at hearing how there were a lot of cats that lived there. “I don’t mind them, they are normally the ones that have a problem with me. I probably smell like a dog to them,” she said in amusement. She couldn’t help but cringe slightly as she compared herself to a dog, she was nothing like one and was usually seen as an insult to her kind but she definitely had that canine smell to animals.

Looking over to the clothes that were folded on the nightstand she decided it was time to try and get more comfortable, she just hoped that she could actually walk this time. “I’m going to go get changed, I won't be long,” she said, turning her head to look at Josephine once more, leaning in to press another kiss against her temple before going to get up. Blanche picked up the clothes and got off the bed, stumbling a little at the first step but quickly catching her balance. She could feel her cheeks heat up in embarrassment and was glad her back was to the other woman. With a quiet sigh, she pushed herself to head towards the bathroom, focusing on each step so she didn’t embarrass herself more. Thankfully for her, she made it to the bathroom door and walked inside, closing it behind her.

For a moment she simply leaned against the door and closed her eyes, another shaky breath passing her lips. This was proving more difficult than she had initially thought but she would make it work. It was the only time she believed she would see Josephine until next year and she wanted to make the most of it. With a final nod to herself she pushed away from the door and stripped herself of her dress, folding it up neatly and setting it to the side. The sweats she was given were far more comfortable and her whole body seemed to ease more once they were on. They had Josephine’s scent on and everytime she moved it would waft into her nose, comforting her even more. While behind a closed door, she lifted the neck of the sweater to her nose, inhaling deeply with a soft hum. Josephine’s scent was a soothing one, she wasn’t too sure why but she wasn’t going to complain.

Not wanting to spend too long in the bathroom, Blanche let go of the material and walked over to the sink instead. She needed to get that metallic taste out of her mouth. Blood had never been a taste she enjoyed and there had been times she woke after a full moon and had thrown up by the amount of blood she could taste in her mouth. She cringed at the memories and shook her head, turning the water faucet on instead. Pushing the sleeves of the sweater up to her elbows, she put her hands under the cool water so it would fill them a little. She leaned her head down and took a mouthful, swishing it around her mouth before spitting it back out. Blanche did that a couple of times until the taste was gone.

Blanche turned the water off and wasted no time in getting back to Josephine, quickly wiping her mouth of any water that got onto it before exiting the bathroom, turning off the light as she did so. She smiled softly at the sight of her on the bed and made her way over, sliding onto it next to the woman before wrapping an arm back around her and pulling her close again, making sure it wasn’t the arm that she had put back into place. She couldn’t help but wonder what the woman’s father wanted to talk to her about and hoped that speaking to him went well but it wasn’t her place to ask and kept her questions to herself. She was the guest in this vampire's home and had really only just met them, even if the connection she felt towards her felt like they had known each other longer than they really had.

Josephine was right, the whole full moon thing was awful though a lot of wolves enjoyed it, they could let loose and be one with their true self but for Blanche it was a nightmare, the lack of control, the not knowing what she was doing and the killing, she hated it. The pain that came with it was just as difficult but with time it had grown manageable which was why she was so caught off guard when the pain was so immense earlier. Blanche was just glad she had managed to control her scream, knowing the whole castle would have heard it if she didn’t. It wouldn’t have ended well for her or the vampire that had snuck her up to her room. The part about the sun was surprising to hear, she hadn’t really seen any vampires roaming around in the daylight before and just assumed they couldn’t at all. Though she was glad, it made more opportunities to sneak out and see Josephine.

Blanche hadn’t thought about that before, thinking the only time that they would be able to see eachother again was at the next masquerade but the idea of sneaking out to see her made her feel more hopeful. She knew her father would keep an eye on her for a little while with being so late but just going with everything he says will get him off her back eventually. She made a mental note to talk to Josephine about it later, hoping she would like the idea and go with it. Afterall it had been her that wanted Blanche to go with her and snuck her into her room.

The clothes she had been given to wear were perfect in her mind. It would be exactly what she would wear at home. Either that or just an oversized shirt that would fall to just above her knee. With being always warm, minimal clothing was far more comfortable than anything but the extra warmth at the moment helped with everything that was hurting. “They are perfect,” she said with a smile when she came out the bathroom, watching in amusement as a little toy mouse was throw for the cat, the way they threw themselves off the bed to ‘attack’ it made her chuckle a little and she couldn’t help grow a little fond of the fluffy thing. She watched her for a moment from the bed before turning her attention to the woman beside her, cuddling was a considerably rare occasion for Blanche and it had been quite sometime since she had been in anyone's bed but her own so she wanted nothing more than to snuggle up to the other woman and stay there, knowing she wasn’t going to want to leave.

Blanche frowned as Josephine winced, looking down to see the larger cat pressing their paws into her stomach but they had seemed to notice they had accidentally hurt their vampire companion and moved. What she hadn’t expected was for the cat to climb over onto her own lap, she froze a little, shocked by the ordeal. Most cats she had met stayed away from her and some had even hissed or swiped at her but it was clear to her that Josephine was right about them being used to werewolves. She stared down at the white fluffy thing in awe, she could understand why Josephine seemed to love her so much. Blanche smiled, watching as their paws stretched out to knead the air and hearing the woman beside her say she likes her just made her heart grow fonder. “I’m going to steal her,” she said with a chuckle, she was quite obviously joking but just getting the affection from this cat made her adore her.

With her free arm, Blanche went to lift it to attempt stroking the fur that she could tell was soft only to pause with a wince, forgetting how much her shoulder hurt, especially when it came to moving it. Still, she pushed through the pain and stroked the cat how she saw Josephine did it, gently scratching behind the cat's ears with a smile spread across her face. “She’s so soft,” she whispered, more voicing her thoughts than anything else. Feeling the woman beside her press further into her, she tightened her arm around her waist to pull her even closer, almost pulling her on top of her if it wasn’t for the cat in her lap. Her gaze went between the two, keeping one hand resting gently on the cat's side as they moved to knead her thigh instead. It was a weird feeling but it was also soothing in a way and she couldn’t help but relax into the mattress with a soft sigh of content.

Blanche flicked through the channels once she was handed the remote, looking for some kind of documentary. She knew Josephine told her to find something she wanted but with all the cats and horses as well as the last program that was on she could tell the vampire liked animals. Eventually she found one about a group following and observing a herd of wild horses. She figured it would be interesting and she knew the woman beside her would enjoy it, she hoped so at least. Blanche set the remote down on the bed, shifting a little in her spot to get a little more comfortable only to feel Josephine shiver against her. Wanting to warm her up, Blanche pulled her a little closer, closing whatever space that was between them completely. “Cuddle into me, I’m like a walking hot water bottle,” she chuckled, lifting her arm a little so Josephine could cuddle her if she chose to. She couldn’t deny the fact that she wanted her to, she wanted the woman as close as physically possible and cuddling with her would be the perfect end to such an unpredicted perfect night.

Just before turning to watch the documentary, footsteps down the hall caught her attention. Her gaze snapped over to the door and she had to hold back a quiet growl, subconsciously holding Josephine a little tighter. It was only natural for her to be protective of those she cares for. “I thought you said no one was allowed in your hallway?” she questioned with a hushed tone, her eyes not moving from the door. She took a moment to inhale, searching for any scents she was unfamiliar with but there was nothing. All she could smell was Josephine’s intoxicating scent and the cat in her lap. It was confusing, footsteps always meant some sort of scent but there was nothing, she couldn’t even see any shadows below the door frame. For a moment she thought she was hearing things but with one glance to Josephine she realised she had heard it too.

Not wanting to dwell on it, she figured if they were going to come in they would have done so by now or at least made their presence known. Blanche turned back to Josephine, leaning down to place a kiss on the top of her head. She enjoyed showing affection and would use any opportunity to do so. As much as she enjoyed affection too she had to admit giving Josephine affection was far better, seeing her smile or watching as her pale cheeks tinted a light hue of pink was everything and she just couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. “I don't want this to be the last time I get to see you,” she whispered with a small frown, it was true. If this had to be the last time, she wasn’t too sure she wanted to leave at all even though she knew she had to.

Blanche chuckled and shook her head, watching as Josephine reached over to give the cat a scratch on the head, the sound that left them only making her smile more. The way the woman was with animals was heartwarming to see and only pulled Blanche closer, making her become more infatuated with the woman than she already surprisingly was. “I was only teasing anyway, I don’t think a cat would be happy in a house full of wolves. Besides I couldn’t take them from here when even I don’t want to leave,” she said with another chuckle, not minding that she told Josephine she didn’t want to leave. It was nothing but the truth even if she knew it couldn’t happen. It wasn’t possible and her own father would go on a killing spree. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what the vampire king would be like if he found out. Not that she even believed everything her father said about him anymore. Everything he had said about his daughter was proving to be anything but the truth.

Seeing how immersed the vampire beside her got at the show she chose, she couldn’t help but watch her in awe, paying no mind to the tv. Her attention was solely on Josephine. She was glad she chose what she did just to see the woman enjoy it as much as she was. Blanche found it adorable and felt the urge to just wrap them up in her arms and make a fuss over them. Something she’s never really wanted to do to anyone in particular. She didn’t understand all these sudden feelings, it wasn’t like her to get attached so easily and yet here she was. In bed with the woman that was meant to be her worst enemy feeling nothing but adoration for her.

As soon as Josephine wrapped her arms around her, Blanche felt her cheeks heat up ever so slightly, not enough for one to be able to see but she could feel it. Her arm draped down Josephine’s back, gently rubbing it over the sweater she wore. She let out a content hum, nuzzling her face into the vampire's hair when she felt them bury their head into her collarbone. Being so close definitely made everything better, her mind was completely gone from the pain and for now, she couldn’t even feel it. Josephine had a soothing quality to her for Blanche and she was thankful for that, she wasn’t sure how she would cope otherwise. She wouldn’t have been able to pull through. Blanche nodded to the woman’s words even if it didn’t quite convince her. Ruining this moment was not on her bucket list for a considerable amount of time.

Taking her eyes away from the door that had almost ruined their cuddling, Blanche glanced at the tv and then back down to Josephine. The wolf felt the hem of the sweater she was wearing being lifted and raised a brow at the woman in her arms only to get her unspoken question answered at the hand on her skin. It was a pleasant feeling and a welcome one at that. Her eyes closed for a moment as she basked in the contact and yet she couldn’t help but want to feel more of Josephine’s skin on her own. The coolness of the woman’s skin could just barely be felt and she enjoyed that, there were very rare moments her skin got a chance to cool down and Josephine's touch did just that. Even when it felt like the two couldn’t get closer, she felt the other wiggle in more, having placed her legs over Blanche’s. She smiled at that, seeing she wanted to be just as close as Blanche wanted to be.

The way the woman’s hand teasingly caressed her side only made that want to be closer stronger, a small shiver went up her spine as she melted into the touch, savouring every second of it. Teasing was even more fun when it was a two-way street and Blanche wanted to feel more skin so she let her hand slip down to the bottom of Josephine's sweater, fiddling with the hem for a moment before lifting it ever so slightly, making sure not to make her any colder. Blanche gently trailed her finger tips up the woman’s side, moving around to her waist before heading back again, tracing random patterns against her skin, another soft hum passing her lips. She was content and the most relaxed she had been in quite some time. It was peaceful and she almost forgot about where she was.

Josephine’s words played in her mind and her smile grew, she was glad the woman wanted the same things as her. Leaning down a little, Blanche hid her face amongst the vampire's hair for a little while, breathing in her scent once more. “We will figure it out,” she said in a hum. Blanche hadn’t even realised how tired she was until she was relaxed and could have quite easily fallen asleep like that if she let herself. Sleep would be such a waste though and she didn’t want to wake up and it all be gone. Just to keep herself from falling asleep, Blanche opened her eyes again, looking over to the tv and watching it for a moment before looking back to the woman in her arms, she was far more interesting. Especially with the teasing she was doing, Blanche knew that was her aim with slipping another hand up her sweater but she didn’t mind. She enjoyed it and could always get the woman back when she chose to.

Hearing the cat dream in her sleep was amusing, it reminded her of some of the younger werewolves that lived with them. One in particular was quite a bit younger than the others and had only recently been turned still howled in his sleep. While others grew annoyed as it woke them up, Blanche simply found it amusing. The cat's noises were quieter and were far more adorable, she could listen to it all day. It was short lived though as they suddenly got up, it seemed like they had startled themselves away but Blanche couldn’t be sure, all she knew was that they left. A small pout formed on her lips, she was enjoying having the cat sleep on her.

That pout completely faded once a new weight was added and as much as she enjoyed having the cat there, this was much better. Blanche looked up to Josephine who now hovered above her. The smirk across her lips suited her and she could understand the woman’s choice in mask. From all the cats she had, to the clear enjoyment out of teasing someone. It was fun and Blanche more than happily went along with it, having her own plan on getting Josephine back. She couldn’t let the vampire have all the fun, she was going to have her own. Blanche couldn’t help but enjoy the new closeness between them, nothing but some material in the way of each other. It was perfect. Keeping her arms wrapped around her, Blanche couldn’t help but smirk as Josephine spoke. The little nickname only teasing her more.

There was plenty she could do and wanted to do but for now, she was going to let Josephine have her little fun, besides she was wanting to see what else the woman was going to do. The nail that ran down her skin, had a breath hitch in her throat and gave her goosebumps, making the hairs on her arms stand on end. The effect this woman had on her was a little unnerving but it was welcome and she didn’t have any plans on stopping her. The look in her eyes only increased her own desire that had been slowly bubbling away for the other. Blanche’s eyes flickered between Josephine’s eyes and then her lips, the urge to kiss her was strong and she would have lifted herself up and kissed her right away if she wasn’t holding herself back, wanting to see what the vampire would do.

As if her thoughts had been read, the distance between their faces was slowly closed. Blanche looked up into Josephine’s beautiful eyes for a moment before closing her own, reciprocating the kiss and tightening her arms around the woman’s waist, bringing her down closer into her. There was a quiet growl like rumble knocking against Blanche’s chest as the kiss deepened, it was one of contentment and one that she didn’t mean to let out. It was an instinctual thing, something she didn’t have control over yet she didn’t mind that. All she could think about was the woman on top of her. She was so beautiful, so perfect. It all seemed like a dream, a dream she would happily never awake from.

Blanche could feel the reluctancy behind Josephine pulling away and truth be told, she didn’t want her to either. Blanche’s tongue rolled over her bottom lip, tasting Josephine’s lips once more. It wasn’t as good as having her lips actually there but it settled her desire for a moment. She leaned into the hand on her jaw, smiling at the compliment she was given with her cheeks darkening in their hue. “As are you, my little rose,” she hummed softly, lifting a hand to brush some hair out of the vampire's face so she could admire it better. How one woman could be so beautiful was beyond her but here she was, in her own arms and Blanche refused to let her go. With them having their little moment, Blanche knew her chance was coming up and a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

With one hand sliding up to the back of Josephine’s head, the other settled on her bare thigh, bringing it up a little before guiding Josephine’s head back down so their faces were close again, lips just a breath apart. Blanche’s thumb rubbed small circles against the woman’s bare skin, looking down to her lips as best as she could with them being so close. Blanche made it seem like she was about to kiss the woman again, instead gently capturing their bottom lip between her teeth, grazing them against it with a soft hum, hoping it would distract her for a moment. Either way, if it did or if it didn’t, that wasn’t going to stop her little plan.

In mere seconds, Blanche's hand moved from her head to her back, the hand on her thigh gripping it gently as she flipped them over so she was on top. Her hands found their way either side of the woman’s head, holding up her own weight while still having their bodies touch. She snickered and smirked down at the shorter woman, leaning her head down to their neck only to brush her lips against the bare skin. “Gotcha,” she whispered in Josephine’s ear, lifting her head back up to look at her. Seeing Josephine below her like this brought about a new feeling, one she wasn’t entirely sure on but she could tell it was a good thing. Blanche had teased numerous people but it had never felt like this, the air hadn’t felt so hot around them but now, all she could feel was the heat that radiated off of her.

Every little touch or kiss had Blanche wanting more and more. Nothing else mattered in that moment and not once did she think about how awful this was and couldn’t even guess how her father would act if he were to find out, no, all she could think about was the beautiful woman that was there with her, crazing every single inch of her. The teasing seemed to become so much more in such a short amount of time and anyone could see the passion between them if they were to look. Looking up at Josephine her eyes were filled with nothing less than desire and not once did that change, the flipping in her stomach only growing stronger.

The music from a piano was just barely audible, Blanche was far too focused on Josephine but she could hear it ever so slightly. It was a nice touch, it definitely set the scene and only intensified everything she was feeling. Each little kiss sent shivers up her spine. Blanche’s neck was a very sensitive spot and simply feeling Josephine’s breath against it had her breath become hotter, heart pounding against the walls of her chest as hard as the crack of thunder earlier. This woman shouldn’t be able to have such an effect on her and yet she clearly did, Blanche felt like putty in her hands, knowing she would simply do anything for her. Wolves were possessive by nature and it wasn’t unheard that it was a trait that werewolves held. She would do anything to make sure she didn’t lose her.

Josephine’s reaction to being flipped over only made her smirk grow, a little predatory fire building within her. The chase was always good but getting them right where you wanted them was even better. The thrill alone was enough to cause her eyes to darken slightly, no longer quite pale in colour. They were a deeper shade of green with the earlier pale green streaking highlights through them. Blanche’s eyes were filled with pure lust and desire for the woman now beneath her and she couldn’t take her eyes away from her flushed face for a moment. That was until she had found her neck, her hot breath caressing the skin as she listened to the vampire. She hummed happily at the feeling of hands going back up her sweatshirt, slowly growing to despise the fact that she was fully clothed when Josephine only had shorts on. Oh how she craved to feel their skin together.

A soft chuckle left her lips as she lifted her head only to feel a breath hitch at the back of her throat as Josephine bit down on her bottom lip. Blanche could feel her own cheeks heat up at the feeling, her stomach doing another summersault inside of her. Pulling her head back a little, Blanche let her lip slip naturally from the vampire’s clutches so she could dip her head to their neck one more, whispering softly against the skin. “I’m glad I’m having such an effect on you, my little rose,” using her little nickname again purposely. She remembered how the woman reacted to it earlier and wanted to see it again. “You are doing the exact same to me,” she added in a hushed tone, kissing at the base of Josephine's neck that connected to her collarbone.

Blanche inhaled deeply, letting their combined scents completely fill her senses, it was such a pleasant scent. They seemed to go together perfectly as if that was how they were meant to be and she couldn’t seem to get enough. Another low growl rumbled through her chest as all the feelings she was feeling grew, Her desire for the woman below her becoming hard for her to contain. The slight digging in of sharp nails into her back had her shivering once more and she pressed herself further into the woman below her, holding her weight on the one arm. The other found its way up Josephine’s sweater one more brushing her fingers lightly over their stomach before running her whole down across her stomach, travelling down her waist and over her hip as if mesmerising the very shape and feel of her.

Somehow, the feeling of Josephine’s claws didn’t hurt in the slightest, in fact she actually rather enjoyed the feeling. Even when the pressure increased and she could feel the other creating some kind of pattern she simply took in a deep breath steadying herself as best as she could. Still being near the vampire’s neck, Blanche gently nipped at the soft skin, grazing her teeth against it. Her hand continued travelling across the subtle skin beneath Josephine’s sweater, exploring every inch she possibly could. If this was to be their last and only night, she wanted to remember everything she possibly could about her. Though she pushed the thought down, she refused to lose her now. She couldn’t. She was determined to figure everything out in the safest way for them both. For now though, she wanted to just focus on what was happening right now.

Blanche paused upon hearing Josephine's words repeat in her mind. ‘I want you. I need you.’ The emphasis on the word ‘need’ and the hushed tone sent a chill coursing through her, it was a pleasant feeling on a body that was nothing but heat. Her heart began its thundering once more and her chest rose and fell in a rough manner. She hadn’t expected Josephine to say that but it was all it took for Blanche to tighten her grip on Josephine’s side, the lust that continued to bubble away beginning to overfill. She was silent for a moment, slowly kissing up the woman’s neck, letting her lips drag here and there as she worked her way just behind the vampire's ear.

“What’s stopping you?” she whispered, gently tugging on Josephine’s ear with her teeth. She didn’t pull away quite yet though, continuing her trail of kisses up the woman’s jaw. Blanche pulled away ever so slightly once she reached her lips, glancing up at her only to see the desperation. It was all it took and in a mere second her eyes closed. Blanche closed the distance between their lips, pressing her own against Josephine’s as she kissed her. She quickly deepened the kiss, it filled with nothing but passion. Her lips danced in sync with the vampire's own, like they were repeating their dance from earlier. Not wanting it to stop, Blanche couldn’t bring herself to pull away even as her chest started to burn a little, lacking from the oxygen it so desperately needed.

Soon enough though, she had to and her lips stayed parted as she practically panted, her breathing even hotter and heavy. Her chest heaved and Blanche rested her forehead against Josephine’s, rubbing them together a little as she took the moment to catch her breath. It didn’t take her long and she lifted her head back up, staring down at the beautiful woman below her. How one being could be so perfect was beyond her, especially with them being the species she was supposed to hate. The one that was meant to be her worst enemy, her rival. Instead, she was on top of her with nothing but mixed feelings. Each one being more than positive. What was this war even for, all that seemed to come out of it was death. Not one had it proved a benefit to either kind and Blanche was getting fed up with it. She wouldn’t have to worry about being where she was if it simply didn’t exist.

Blanche shifted herself so she was in between Josephine’s legs, her hand slipping from underneath their sweater, slipping it down her side before settling it on her upper thigh, her fingers stopping just where the shorts ended. The tips of her fingers brushed against the skin underneath, travelling around the hemming before gently gripping her thigh once more. She gave it a light squeeze with her eyes not once leaving Josephine’s face, she was watching her intently, enjoying when she could see the effect of her touch on them.

Blanche smirked at the gasp that passed Josephine’s lips as she found her place between her legs, there was such a thrill to seeing how much she affected the other. She was so used to receiving the affection that giving it was new but she was enjoying it just as much, if not more. That feeling only increased as she watched Josephine prop herself up a little, her eyes moving to watch their fingers, the anticipation to see more of this woman’s skin was strong. Josephine was pulling it up slowly, far too slow. Her darkened eyes flickered back up to the vampire below her, narrowing them slightly. “You are such a tease,” her tone was deep and thick, laced with every ounce of desire that was within her.

The sweater was off and Blanche couldn’t take her eyes away. She moved the hand from Josephine’s thigh and brought it up to her waist again, letting her hand travel over the curves once more, her eyes following her hand for a few moments before her eyes went back up to meet Josephine’s gaze. The beauty that this one held was almost overwhelming, she would have taken her sweater off as well if she hadn’t been in such awe, having no shame in admiring the woman’s body below her. “How can you be so perfect?” she whispered, more of a question to herself that she wasn’t quite meant to say outloud but didn’t mind that she had.

Just as she was about to sit up and take her own sweater off so she could feel Josephine’s skin against hers, a voice snapped her head in the direction of the door. She lifted off of Josephine a bit, her eyes narrowing at the door. She remained quiet though, not wanting to alert anyone that there was someone else in the vampire's room with her, especially a werewolf for that matter. Keeping herself near the other woman, she kept herself quiet and peeled her eyes away from the door. Seeing Josephine grab her sweater made her whine a little. She didn’t want her to put it back on, she was rather enjoying her view. Being the one thing better than the moon.

Once the footsteps left and Blanche was half sure they had decided to leave Josephine be, Blanche looked up at the woman below her, noticing that she took her attention off the door as well, confirming her thoughts on whoever it was leaving. She let herself relax once more, bringing herself further down on Josephine, she wanted to be closer, to feel every inch of her. As much as the voice had ruined the mood a little, it didn’t change all the feelings mixed up within her and she still wanted, no, needed Josephine. Her words made her smirk and she chuckled softly, leaning down to her ear again. “Oh I think I can,” she whispered confidently, kissing just below her ear. The teasing was all the thrill and yet even she knew she couldn’t just tease for ever, not with how much she was craving the woman with her.

Feeling Josephine shiver beneath her only made her want to take her sweater off more, her body heat would be plenty to heat her up with no room for any of the air to come in and nip at either of their skins. It never had a chance with Blanche and she was thankful for that, it being one of the good things with being a werewolf. It was like her body was made to keep this vampire warm, knowing that the other species was a relatively cold one. It made sense to her but to others it just deepened their idea of them being polar opposites with only enough room for one of them. If only they all sat down and talked, all this hate and pain would be over. It was frustrating but not something she could change on her own and would have to live with, for not at least.

Blanche’s eyes followed Josephine’s hand, her eyes darkening a notch more as she watched her fingers slip down the shorts she was wearing. There was a sense of hunger growing within her and it was getting hard to keep it under control. The slowness of the way Josephine took off the little clothing she had left had her wanting to just rip it off to get it out of the way of them both. There was more clothing that was in the way though. Her own. She was just too distracted to start. That was until Josephine demanded it off, she quietly chuckled but no longer wasted time, pushing herself up so she was sitting on her knees. Blanche reached down to the bottom of the sweater she was wearing, her fingers slipping under the hem as she grabbed it, lifting the sweater off of her body and over her head much quicker than Josephine had.

Her bra was the same dark forest green as the accents on her dress. She even matched her undergarments with her clothing choices, liking the sense of uniformity. As much as she couldn’t feel the pain in the heat of their moment together, her shoulder was noticeably swollen with faint bruising that was gradually forming. Not that she noticed. Blanche shifted herself down a little, moving so she was laid on top of Josephine. Keeping herself in between Josephine’s legs she let more of her weight press into the other than she had earlier, a heavy breath shakily passing her lips at the feeling of their skin pressed together. It was better than she even thought, feeling her warmth heat Josephine back up.

A content hum left her lips, the fingers going under the hem of her sweatpants. The clothing on her skin was instantly becoming uncomfortable and itchy. She wanted them off and to feel every inch of their skin touching and brushing together. Keeping herself close to Josephine, she buried her face into her neck while slowly trailing kisses down to her collarbone. Blanche didn’t quite stop there, letting her kisses travel down a little lower. With one arm keeping her weight from being fully pressed into Josephine, her other went to the hem of her sweatpants, slowly pushing them down a little in attempts to get them off. They were causing too much space between them both. Blanche kept up with her kissing, grazing her teeth against the other's soft skin every now and then. She couldn’t keep herself from showing affection one way or another.

Just as she was about to move so she could take the sweatpants off completely a sound had her freeze in her spot, her head slowly lifting from Josephine to the window. It was very faint and far away but the familiar howl of her father was something she could hear from a great distance. Especially when it was one calling for her. Her heart dropped as she realised he was indeed looking for her and she was running out of time. She couldn’t let him find her here and with being the position he was, he was an excellent tracker. Blanche frowned, she wanted to ignore it and pretend she didn’t hear it so she could go back to her moment with Josephine. His howl was hard for her to ignore, especially in her primal state. There was a part of her that was loyal to him and wanted to go to him.

Thankfully her pull to Josephine was far stronger and she turned her attention back to the woman beneath her. She lowered herself more and placed a soft, more longing kiss against her lips. “We are running out of time,” she said in a pained tone before rolling them both back over, bringing Josephine on top of her. Blanche wanted to see more of her and in this angle she could do just as much, her eyes travelling over the woman’s beautiful body. She wanted to remember every inch and wanted the image in her head to be as clear as a photograph.