-- when I first thought about the challenge, my head went in a completely different direction, but somehow, this took over.I honestly don't know if this character's point of view has ever been written before -- and if it has, I apologize -- but the voice became too strong to ignore.
Special thanks to Alle (who has the patience of a saint) both for beta-ing this piece and for being so supportive of me.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Moonlight. They speak to me and inspire me, and sometimes they follow me home. No copyright infringement is ever intended.
Rating: PG-13
First published: 1/10/2011
Hunger
Powerful creature, I watch your every move. Graceful, fluid, you pulse and flow like the life force you crave, and I feel your intensity from thirty feet away.
All this talk of deals and defaults -- it's just a nuisance. I can tell you have darker things on your mind. Do those who cross you even know who they're dealing with? Do they realize that your greatest asset is not in your holdings, but in what I can do for you? Nothing -- no transaction, no empire lost or gained -- can ever give you what I can provide.
Even so, being on tap during business hours wouldn't have been my choice. There are too many distractions, too many minions underfoot, and I want your undivided attention. But I'm not the one in control here. You are. And you know what you need to stay at the top of your game.
Oh, the candy on display outside looks inviting, like something you’d leave out for show, but it doesn't satisfy you the way I do. So, you keep me close -- close enough to see you -- knowing what that does to me. You pace, I watch. Sharing your space like this is such sweet agony.
How I long to put my hands on you, to feel the muscles wound tight beneath your shirt. To savor the strength of your timeless body. But there are rules, and I may only offer, never take. So I await your summons -- unbidden, unbitten, watching you prowl like a caged panther until you finish that interminable call.
And, now what -- a visitor? I know this one, the one who refuses to feed. I've seen how you toy with him, how you love to provoke him. Perhaps, then, we'll have an audience. You'd like that, wouldn't you?
At last, you call. "Hungry!" You're agitated and it excites me. I close the space between us until my nearness warms and relaxes you.
Wicked creature, you offer him a taste, even though you already know what his answer will be. "Delicious," you say, as if your words could be more persuasive than the scent rolling off my skin. Yes, eighty-two was a good year, but you and I both know that it's all the years since that make me exceptional.
He's uncomfortable. I like that as much as you do. I'd love to put on a show, but you know him -- he's not willing to pay the price of admission. He declines politely, parrying a bit, trying to cover his unease -- but I see the tension in his jaw. How he fights what he is. He knows how ready I am. How much I want this. And I want to make him want it too. I want him to watch you have me and ache for what he's missing. I want him to lose control.
But he's going. And you follow him, with only a quick caress to whet my appetite.
As you purr advice and admonitions, your face just inches from his, I picture myself there between you two. You press me into him, but he holds his ground. He won't be intimidated. I'm caught in a test of wills, held fast between two unyielding bodies, and the stand-off is electric.
With the lightest brush of your fingertips, you pull my hair aside and drop your mouth to my shoulder. Your tongue traces the curve of my neck, your cool cheek barely skimming my skin, and I shiver with the thrill of your touch. I grab his collar with both hands to steady myself. He smells my arousal, sees my pulse quicken. My lips part and I look up into his eyes -- still earthly, still restrained -- and tilt my head in silent invitation. You smile. Then you nip at my throat, releasing a single crimson bead, and leave it exposed on my skin. Pure temptation.
You torment us both and you relish the game. Your fingers flare at my hips, but it's my own anticipation that holds me in this tantalizing trap. I want your mouths on me. I want you to take me -- together -- and stare into each other's souls when you do. I want my blood to flow through you both and bind us together like a ribbon of scarlet.
He's almost lost now, and he closes his eyes and drops his lips to my wrist. I feel his need grazing my skin, his hesitation maddening.
We are swaying together, three bodies pulsing, one heart pounding between you. Behind me, your chest rumbles with the snarl of a predator. It reverberates through me and I feel the answer rising in his. The temptation is too great. He's teetering on the edge, so close...
And then he's gone. And with him, my fantasy.
But I'm still here. Ready for you -- my blood spiked with desire, the way you like it. Come. Taste me. You've let me languish far too long.
You turn toward me and, finally, you show me what I've been denied. The air is charged between us and my skin tingles as you draw near. Like a wave of cool silk, your breath teases its way down my arm, and you catch my wrist with two fingers. You could so easily break me, empty me, and that knowledge just brings me closer to the brink. Your touch is light, though, and your movement precise, like the thrust and pull of this blood tango that we do. And, always, you are in control.
Beautiful creature, breathe me in and let me intoxicate you. Put your fangs in me and take what you want. Take my breath, my blood -- release these bonds. Make me feel alive. Do it now. Please.
Satisfy my hunger.
How much did I LOVE her comment about the "candy" out by the pool?! 
I'm so glad you liked the fantasy. 
