New Year’s Eve 2024
Laying in their bed, Sylvie had come out of her mediation a second before the wooden wind chime over their bed made its beautiful hollow whistle to indicate that dusk had arrived. While the instrument wasn’t truly necessary, Sylvie had the lovely dreamcatcher from Jennifer Rivers affixed overhead like a mobile as a romantic reminder of the Moon and Sun. Turning her head to the right, Sylvie looked straight into a set of sun filled irises that never failed to make her undead heart jump. Without a word, the elder vampiress simply reached over and slipped her finger along Casey’s cheek until she reached her partner’s well-shaped chin. “Good evening, Missus Mikoda.” Sylvie slowly whispered and turned her nude form to face Casey. With a second swift set of fingers, Sylvie swept some of Casey’s now extremely long and wavy strawberry-copper hair from her cheeks and gave an admiring sigh when the length fell softly across her wife’s huge breast.
Months of waking up beside Casey hadn’t diminished the butterflies that scrambled in bouts of chaos within both Sylvie’s stomach and mind. If anything, every maroon and golden sunset brought with it another wave of desire that made Sylvie want to cry out how much she loved Casey. While it was true that Sylvie was the elder vampire and possessed the ability to take whatever she wanted from her lover, the months after their union had given a pleasant shift they'd only explored briefly during ‘Heartbroken Halloween’. Without knowing how or why, the longer Sylvie spent exploring their blood connection, the deeper she felt to her marine biologist. “Entrapped.” Sylvie whispered lightly, then gave Casey a smooth and sting kiss on her wife’s lips, and once her fangs clicked into pce, pulled away with a piercing tug.
“Ow.” Casey purred pyfully and slipped her own finger down the bridge of Sylvie’s nose. Although once upon a time Casey had been a wild and uncontrolble force of nature, it was the combination of memory fog and soothing shared blood that had tamed her for the most part. Still a very young vampire, Casey knew she was prone to random acts of butchering and in the same instant could see Sylvie’s moon eyes shifting and instantly calm her down. There had been points in the st year or two that she’d been envious of her former employer and the love she shared with Faye, but in the following months Casey had finally managed to let those intense and jealous emotions fade and burn within her sunlight. “All I need now is right here, biting my lips.” Casey mumbled jovial and breathy. Understanding her ability to love and be loved came with many days of rebellion and blood-filled tears that Casey shed all over her newlywed wife. Thanks to the free spirit of her mother, Casey was more apt to give love within a moment, given the urge struck her. While that had formed bonds for her in the past, it never produced a bond that made her want to shiver and sweat like she did when Sylvie touched her. Only after the intensity of their needs settled and their blood intermingled, did Casey let her gypsy-like past go and lived up to the promises she’d made on their first night. “I know I am staring at you, my dear.” Casey quietly confessed. “I stare at you every moment I can. You are so peaceful when you meditate, your blood is as calm as a mirrored ke.” Wrapping herself in the moment of reflection, Casey ran her fingers along Sylvie’s side and circled the smooth curve of her hip. “I think it’s time, Taini.” Casey slowly purred and used her finger to rim Sylvie’s lips.
Misreading the signal, Sylvie slowly sat up and reached onto the floor and grabbed her crumpled tee from the floor. A quick giggle escaped her lips when she saw the Malibu rum design on the small white top. “Alright, I am getting up.” Sylvie pulled the well-used shirt over her near-oversized chest, and then saw the look of pyful sadness in Casey’s eyes. “Did you pn to stay nude all night?”
“Yes.” Casey giggled and pulled Sylvie back into the bed with her. “I was talking, Missus Miakoda.” Once she’d pounced on top of Sylvie and pinned her by the hips that she’d been caressing moments before, Casey spyed her hands over her wife’s thinly covered breasts and well-formed tummy. “Now then..” Casey took a deep breath and quickly caught an image of them entwined and dancing together, tangled up so tight enough to leave no space between them. “…You.” Casey pushed back the sultry dance so she could finish her thought. “…I see your eyes, Taini. You have them frozen in pce…Cheshire cat. Devil woman.”
“I try.” Sylvie tried to lean up and kiss Casey, and found herself being pushed right back against her pillow. “Oh really?” Sylvie quipped and slipped her own arms up and began to knead Casey’s big bare chest, and gently circled Casey’s nipples with her index finger. It was the light gasp-moan from her wife that gave a pleasing shock of adoration that bounced lovingly through Sylvie’s heart. “What is it time for, Casey?”
Questioning her body’s reaction to Sylvie’s touch had long subsided and Casey simply cherished every little emotional touch and held it in her heart like the feeling of having flowers brushing against her hands while walking through a small field of sunflowers. “It’s always like the first time, Taini.” Casey lightly panted as she pulled the words she’d wanted to say from her swirling mind. “I never told you why I didn’t hyphenate our name.” Casey reopened her sunlit, golden eyes and took Sylvie’s hands into her own. “Didn’t you ever wonder?”
While the question had fluttered in her mind from time to time, Sylvie didn’t care about what name Casey decided on but rather that they were forever a couple. Bound by love and ceremony, a decration of love and eternal devotion for all to see. Even though the wedding was tiny, it still had all of their friends and Casey’s father even put in a cameo appearance to gracefully give away his very modern daughter. “Casey, the only name I need is – mine.” Sylvie pulled Casey’s hands to her lips and gently pressed a set of twin kisses onto her wife’s palms.
“I am ready to tell you now, Taini Mikoda of the Twilight Eagle tribe.” Mysteriously the wooden dreamcatcher above the couple caught an unknown breeze and offered their flute-like song right after Casey used the ancient cn’s name. “My moon. Luna, Sylvie…my Taini.” Casey sighed her words and leaned over to cup Sylvie’s cheeks. “Rivers is a name I associate with chaos, water flowing where it wants and doing what it wants.” Casey pnted a kiss on Sylvie’s blood-red lips. “My life is completely different now. I am no longer that running river of confusion, you’ve made me complete.” Casey fttened herself completely on top of Sylvie and swept her long coppery locks over Sylvie’s nose and cheeks. “I’ve been yours since that first...” Casey paused and lightly touched their lips together and sent a shiver radiating through her frame with the silky feel. “…touch.” She took a long and slow breath, “I wanted your name. I didn’t want to be two separate entities when we belong to one another so deeply that we are bonded by blood in a way that I could have never dreamed.” Casey saw that Sylvie was about to speak and then raised her index finger to her lover’s mouth. “Shhh, let me finish, Taini.” It was the smooth and sensual affirmation from Sylvie’s smile that allowed Casey to continue. “I never knew what I was missing in here…” She leaned up and tapped her chest, “…now thanks to you, it’s not empty. We are one, Taini. A union of love and ideas, bonded forever by our blood.” Casey smiled, “As well as name.”
