A Birthday Dance (future fic with Naveen)

Narcisse listened to her story feeling some relief at her words, he had assumed the worst but she had been safe. True it had been a year but she was on her way towards him, at least that's what he was hoping. He just hoped he really was still at Rothbart's place. He leaned into her touch when they kissed, enjoying the feel of her. "Just be careful, who knows what kinds of traps Rothbart has left behind here." He said warningly. He wouldn't have put booby trapping the entire place behind Rothbart. He could feel his energy start to drain even faster and he knew it wouldn't be long before he woke up. "Be safe Mira, I don't want to lose you again." He said reaching one hand up to caress her cheek even as he felt his body start to fade from the dream.

Narcisse slowly came to his senses as he registered that he was all alone once again. He felt even more exhausted then he usually did, and he knew it was because he had somehow been able to contact Mira. Gods he hoped she'd be able to reach him...he just hoped she wouldn't get hurt in the process. He must have passed out because when he came too he could feel her magic. It had been such a long time since he'd felt it that he wasn't entirely sure if he was just imagining it. Then he felt the presence move closer to where he was and he tentatively reached out to her. He didn't want to hurt her, but he did want her to know that he was there and able to feel her presence.

Narcisse felt something start to pull on him, slowly at first and then faster and faster until quite suddenly he could see the floor and then Mira. Then all at once he was on the ground lying before her, his whole body shook from having finally become freed. He glanced over at her and wanted to cry, she was alive and somehow that was more important to him then anything else in that moment. "Mira...is that really you?" He asked, if it was just another dream he wasn't sure what he'd do with himself. He tried pushing himself up but his body was still too shaky and he had to give up. Being weak like this made him feel helpless, he wasn't used to that kind of feeling. He wanted to help Mira, wanted to run to her side and never let her go. It had been an entire year since he'd had the chance to look at his wife, let alone touch her and he wanted to make it up to her.

Narcisse must have passed out because when he came too he felt more energized then he had in a long time. He glanced down to see that his arm had healed, and then he spotted Mira lying on the ground. He forced himself to sit up and then he pulled her into his lap, he held onto her as he sent a stream of energy through her. She'd need blood if she wanted to see and he snapped his fingers so a vial and a knife appeared. As soon as he had the vial ready, he slit his wrist and tipped the blood into the vial. It was something he'd done countless times for Mira and he certainly wouldn't stop now. Once the blood had filled the entire vial, he healed his wrist and tried shaking Mira awake. "Come on Mira, I need you...please wake up." He whispered against her lips before he pressed his lips against her own.

Narcisse felt some relief when Mira woke up, but he tensed when she drained the vial he had given her. Her eyes were their usual amber, but they had a darker reddish tint to them that made Narcisse more then a little concerned. "Mira? Are you ok?" He didn't even have time to react before she had pushed him back and then she was straddling him. His eyes widened as she grabbed his wrist and ran her tongue along his skin there. Gods it had been so long since he'd felt her touch him, he was already getting hard and then she bit down on his wrist. His body jerked in response and then a shaky groan escaped him as her body rocked on him. If it was possible he became even harder and he cursed as he ground his hips up against hers. He wanted her, but he also knew this wasn't his Mira. "Mira...snap out of it." He growled as he tried to wriggle his hand free from her.

Narcisse tensed as Mira's hand traveled even lower and then she was fondling him through his pants. He couldn't help the groan that escaped him, he had missed her so much and this was going to send him over the edge. He didn't even register that she had unzipped his pants until he felt her push them down and then her lips were on his neck. His hands tried to push her back but then she was pressing her bare area against his already erect member. He swallowed hard and tried to shift away from her but he couldn't even do that much before she was sinking on top of him. As she did that, she bit down on his neck hard enough to break the skin and he growled as she started riding him. He'd have to act fast if he wanted to keep her from doing something she'd wind up regretting even further. Before she could react, he slid his hand up and dragged it through her hair as he tugged on her hair hard enough for her to look up at him. He growled and pressed his lips against her own, the taste of his blood exploded on his tongue but he focused. A dark black smoke curled from his mouth and into hers, in only a few short moments she slumped over unconscious. He bit down on his bottom lip, he'd have to carefully remove her from him, he didn't want to hurt her after all. His hand slid down and gently gripped her arms before he pulled her up and off of his member. The loss of her warm silken heat wrapped around his member was almost too much to bear. But he kept going until he laid her gently down next to him. He made a face and pulled his pants back up and managed to refasten them so he wouldn't be tempted to take advantage. His hand and neck were both still bleeding and he focused on healing those areas first. Once he was healed, he put Mira's underwear and pants back on. He leaned up and smoothed her hair back from her forehead before he took them both back into their room. It had been a long time since they'd been there together, and he was gentle as he laid Mira down on the bed. He glanced down at himself and frowned, he was now covered in blood and considering how Mira had reacted to his blood last time he didn't want a repeat performance. He snapped his fingers and a pair of clean warm pajama's covered his body and a matching set covered Mira.