"Um...Ana...I know I walked up here with you last night, but for the life of me I have no idea how, or where from..."
Fallon was terribly embarrassed, but had no choice but to ask directions to wherever her car was parked. Smiling and nodding with the offered directions, Fallon slowly opened the door, looked back, and then slipped out without another word. She had already made a mental note to call Ana after work tonight, or first thing before work tomorrow, to check up on her, and see about making arrangements for 'girl's night out'.
Finding her car, and really not remembering parking it where it was, Fallon got in and drove home.
(Fallon out.)
Spooned by a Vampire (attn: Fallon)
The overwhelming feeling of "wow" filled Ana to the brim as she felt Fallon pick her up and carry her... Then laid her on the bed and stripped her down. She felt covers over her, and felt the shorter woman's arms wrap comfortingly around her.
The last thing she knew as she fell asleep was the warmth of Fallon's body against her own, and the softly whispered comment, "Thank you for everything."
**
Comfort. That was the first word that popped into Ana's brain as she woke up. Or rather, as her brain began processing the fact that it should be awake, and probably was, her body was just entirely too comfortable. She breathed deeply and snuggled into the person behind her.
Fallon. The first name that blossomed in her mind, the only one that mattered at that moment. Had she been fed sufficiently? Was she okay, and just tired? She let her brain process the fact that she had a probably nearly naked woman spooning her... in her own bed, no less! and she realized she didn't care, and enjoyed it.
Lassitude. That was the third word that popped into Ana's brain and that was the only word describing the feeling Ana had been filled with, after being comforted and consoled by Fallon, following their... their...
"What would it be called, anyway?" Ana asked herself.
"Rendezvous? Connection? Withdrawal?"
Why did it matter? Why label something as wonderful as helping her friend?
It was then that she remembered the dream she'd had that night. Morning. When she slept.
She'd sat down on the couch next to herself. The sun was shining brightly on one side of her other self's face; the other was cloaked in shadow. As her double turned to her, the darkness and light moved with her. The voice her double spoke with had a strange duality to it; both the normal sweetness of her voice with an undercurrent of her emotional raspiness.
"So why did you do it?"
"Because she's my friend," Ana replied.
"But she's a vampire."
"You say 'vampire' like people used to say the 'n' word. She's still a person. She was able to discern right from wrong, truth from lies. She apologized for taking of me without asking. Unlike the last time I was kissed. It was neither expected nor wanted, nor was it apologized for." Ana really hadn't not enjoyed that last kiss, but she also hadn't revelled in it or felt much other than softness.
"But your blood is your life. With no blood, you have no life."
"With no food, I have no life either. The same for Fallon. Without food - her version of which is blood - she would not have life. I'm not pretending that by letting her drink of me, by offering myself to her, that I in some way gave her life. I just helped her continue on. The same as if I'd eaten mustard, and if she'd have given me a shot from my epi-pen, she too would have helped me continue on."
Ana watched as the copy of herself nodded, then fuzzed out, and disappeared. She felt warm.
Affection, compassion, understanding. She felt for Fallon. They both had very strange, very unique pasts, and somehow, Ana knew they would come through them and grow beyond them together.
She placed her hands against Fallon's, crossed and folded at her belly, and held tight, drifting back to sleep, a smile on her face.
Fallon
18 years ago
Montana
18 years ago
From her perch on the side of her bed, Ana waved a goofy farewell to Fallon. When the door closed, she fell back onto the rumpled covers and stared at her ceiling.
She realized after a few moments something very deep, dire, important and surprising.
She had a really, really ugly ceiling.
Rolling off the bed, suddenly overcome with exhaustion and a spinny feeling that hadn't been there when Fallon was present, she fell to her knees on the hardwood floor. Her right hand landed on the computer desk and nudged the pair of NutterButter cookies... Knee-walking forward she put the rounded nub of one in her mouth and bit into it, and sucked and soaked it til all the peanut butter was gone. Having a bit more of something in her belly helped... She was able to stand after a few more moments of nibbling and walked into her kitchen.
Another clean glass found apple juice poured into it, and she saw the neatly wrapped parcel of food from Fallon's party. "Dinner," she thought to herself, and downed a third glass of apple juice.
Shuddering from the frigid freezing feeling flowing down her front, she looked down and realized she'd spilled apple juice all over herself. Sighing frustratedly, she pulled a paper towel from the dispenser and half-heartedly brushed her chest. She noticed her nipples were hard... How long had they been like that? She didn't know. Tossing the paper wad in the trash, she decided she needed a good, long, warm shower.
She stopped briefly to look at her door, at the door Fallon had exited not ten minutes ago, and she felt a strange warmth inside her. Shaking her head again, she entered her bathroom, placed her glasses on the sink, stripped and proceeded to luxuriate under the streaming steaming water of her shower.
(( ana out ))
She realized after a few moments something very deep, dire, important and surprising.
She had a really, really ugly ceiling.
Rolling off the bed, suddenly overcome with exhaustion and a spinny feeling that hadn't been there when Fallon was present, she fell to her knees on the hardwood floor. Her right hand landed on the computer desk and nudged the pair of NutterButter cookies... Knee-walking forward she put the rounded nub of one in her mouth and bit into it, and sucked and soaked it til all the peanut butter was gone. Having a bit more of something in her belly helped... She was able to stand after a few more moments of nibbling and walked into her kitchen.
Another clean glass found apple juice poured into it, and she saw the neatly wrapped parcel of food from Fallon's party. "Dinner," she thought to herself, and downed a third glass of apple juice.
Shuddering from the frigid freezing feeling flowing down her front, she looked down and realized she'd spilled apple juice all over herself. Sighing frustratedly, she pulled a paper towel from the dispenser and half-heartedly brushed her chest. She noticed her nipples were hard... How long had they been like that? She didn't know. Tossing the paper wad in the trash, she decided she needed a good, long, warm shower.
She stopped briefly to look at her door, at the door Fallon had exited not ten minutes ago, and she felt a strange warmth inside her. Shaking her head again, she entered her bathroom, placed her glasses on the sink, stripped and proceeded to luxuriate under the streaming steaming water of her shower.
(( ana out ))