La Vie En Rose Ch 10: No Place Like Home

Charlaine Harris owns almost everything. I own the rest.

Wow. Now that is a long wait. I don’t even want to think about how many months it’s been. I’m so sorry I didn’t update sooner! This is it, the tenth and last chapter of LVER. I have been meaning to finish it sooner, but Switched took over. Sorry about that. Please visit my blog at MySecretOFanFiction dot wordpress dot com to read the entire story (since I only have the first chapter up on FF – there was too much MA content in the other chapters and I cut all but the first).

Thanks to SeriousCrush for her undying love. Thanks for giving me the green light!

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No Place Like Home

I gasped and jerked my face back up and my body jarred as the table fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

“Holy shit!” Amelia exclaimed. “Were you doing that?”

I shrugged. Was I? I focused on the table and tried to move it. Nothing happened. “I guess not.”

“Try something smaller…like that bowl.” Amelia pointed to the bowl that I had been holding moments before.

I focused on the bowl and watched in amazement when the bowl began to clatter against the marble table. I thought about lifting it again. My jaw dropped as it lifted off of the table and hovered. Lift, I thought again. The bowl ascended quickly until I thought stop. It held in the air in front of my face.

Eric’s voice erupted out of him, “What did you do to her?” He was facing Amelia and his whole body was primed and ready for a fight. Amelia cowered.

I turned to face them and the bowl fell, shattering on the table. “She didn’t do anything. I did.” Eric relaxed a little. “Remember what Dr. Ludwig said? Demons have three components of their blood, one that kills me,” I said pointing to the small bowl with Amelia’s things sealed with magic, “one that breaks the connection between me and my donors, and one that could possibly enhance my telepathy.”

“Making a bowl move is not telepathy,” Eric stated, turning his attention away from Amelia.

“Well, according to Dr. Ludwig, demons are full of special gifts,” Amelia added, inching away from Eric. “I wonder if Nargal is telekinetic.”

“He must be,” I said. “And now, so am I!” I couldn’t help but feel a rush of giddiness at the thought. “Now this,” I said, moving the shards of glass through the air and into the garbage, “is a gift!” I squealed.

“Cool!” Amelia said. “Hey, can you still hear me?”

I smiled at her as I listened to her thoughts. “You’re thinking about stopping at Clancy’s for a piece of lemon ice-box pie.”

“Mm, pie.” Amelia’s eyes glazed over.

“Although your new gift is amazing, it’s not what we came here for. What about the blood memory connection? That is what we did all of this for.” Eric looked at Amelia again. “If it didn’t work, I would rather know now.”

Amelia and I shrugged at the same time. “Ames, do you mind if I try it on you?”

“By ‘it’ do you mean feed from me?” Amelia asked.

“Well, yeah,” I said. “But only a little. Just enough to know if it works.”

Amelia hesitated and her face scrunched. “Will it hurt?”

“I’ve been practicing,” I offered.

“That’s not reassuring!” Amelia laughed uncomfortably.

“I’ll pay you,” Eric said.

“I don’t need your money. You do know who my dad is, don’t you?”

“I didn’t say money,” Eric retorted. “There must be something you need.”

Amelia’s eyes widened. “Actually, there’s a pellere spell I’ve been wanting to try. You can fly, right?” She looked Eric up and down. Eric nodded his head. “Well then, we’ll trade. Some of mine for some of yours.”

“Pellere spell?” I asked.

“A motion spell…” Amelia smiled. “I’ve always wanted to fly. I might even go all the way and enchant a broomstick. How cliché would that be?” She giggled.

I laughed and Eric nodded in agreement. “Where do you want it?” Eric asked. Amelia went to her bag and pulled out another glass bowl and handed it to him. “How much do you need?”

“Ten drops.”

Eric opened his mouth, made his fangs descend, and then bit into his wrist. He counted the drops and then handed the bowl back to Amelia. While he held it, she chanted and the air around the opening shimmered the same way it had with the bowl of thanocytes. “Thank you!” Amelia squealed taking the bowl out of his hands and putting it on the table.

“Okay, I’m ready,” Amelia said sitting on the table next to me. “How do we do this?”

“I can bite your wrist if you want,” I offered. Amelia looked unsure, yet determined. She held out her wrist and closed her eyes. I opened my mouth. I could hear Eric’s instructions for feeding playing in my mind. I relaxed and when I did, Amelia did too. My fangs descended and I carefully held her arm while I bit into her wrist.

Amelia winced at the initial contact and then said, “That’s not so bad!”

I swallowed twice, getting just enough blood to test the spell. My hunger for her blood was almost too powerful, and I had to enlist every ounce of control I had in my body to move my mouth away from her wrist. I licked the wound and waited. Nothing came to me. There was no connection. “You did it Ames! The blood memory thingy is gone!”

Amelia clapped her hands. “Yay! It worked! Believe me, I was really worried there for a minute!” She glanced at Eric and gave him an uneasy smile. “Thanks for the trade.”

Eric nodded. “Thank you for giving my wife the freedom she deserves. Too bad you won’t be around in a hundred years to help her again.”

Amelia laughed. “I can always give you this copy so you know exactly what I did. That way you can enlist the help of another witch when the time comes.”

“Thank you, that would be great,” I said giving her a hug. “We need to leave. I still don’t like the idea of being so close to Nargal.”

Amelia cleaned up the rest of her supplies, packing them carefully in her large bag.

On our way down the long hall, we passed by Desmond’s closed office. Relief washed over me at not having to see Nargal again. Did he know I would absorb his gift during the transfer? Would he expect something more from me if he found out I had?

I didn’t want to find out.

Ella was leaning against the side of the van. Her brow was knit with worry. “Well?”

“It worked!” I announced, pointing to Amelia. “She did it.”

“And then some,” Amelia whispered. She ripped a piece of paper out of her notebook. “For your future spell-casting needs.” It read like a recipe, with step-by-step instructions of everything she had done tonight.

“Thanks Ames, give me a call and let me know how your pellere spell goes. If it works, you’ll have to pay us a visit.” I grinned at her, imagining Amelia sitting sidesaddle on a broom flying through the heart of Louisiana. I hugged her one last time and Eric thanked her for helping me.

Once we were on our way home, Ella asked questions about the exchange. She scrunched her nose up when I described Nargal. “I’m glad I didn’t go in with you. I don’t do well with putrid smells.”

I laughed. “Amelia threw up. Several times. It was so awful!”

Ella wanted to know every last detail, and when I got to the end, she gaped at me. “You’re just now telling me that you have telekinesis?”

I shrugged. “You had questions about the exchange, and I didn’t want to get out of order. Believe me, I’ve been dying to tell you.”

Eric snickered.

“Well?” Her eyes darted away from the road long enough to give me a scowl. “Are you going to show me?”

“While you’re driving?” I was anxious to try it again, but didn’t trust myself in a moving vehicle. “Maybe I should wait until we get home.”

Ella huffed. “Fine. Make me wait.”

She didn’t have to wait much longer. As Eric and I unloaded her van, Ella went through the house and switched on the lights and opened windows. “Sorry it’s a little stuffy. I haven’t been here for a couple of days.”

“We appreciate you taking care of our house while we were gone. Mail?” Eric was looking near the door.

“Kitchen counter. I’ll pick up the recent mail and stop the hold tomorrow.” Ella turned to face me. “Can you show me now?”

I held my hand open, and showed her Amelia’s spell resting against my palm.

Ella raised one eyebrow.

Up. The paper drifted away from my hand as if the force of gravity did not apply to it. It was even easier to move than the glass bowl.

Ella’s mouth hung open. “Are you doing that?”

I nodded and smiled. “I am commanding it to move, so it moves.”

“Can you move me?” Ella asked.

I plucked the paper out of the air and put it on the counter in front of Eric. He was watching me intently. I focused my energy on Ella. Up.

Her clothes fluttered, but nothing else happened.

I frowned. “Maybe I can only move inanimate objects.” I turned to face a chair and held out my hand, pointing up. The chair clattered against the floor and then hovered above the ground.

“Can I sit in it?” Ella’s eyes danced.

“Sure. Have a seat and I’ll see if I can move you.”

Ella walked over to the floating chair and pushed on it. It didn’t budge. She jumped a little to get into the seat and then held onto the sides.

“Ready?” I waited for Ella to give me a nod. I directed the chair up a little higher and Ella squealed. I moved my finger back and forth and the chair rocked. My hands started to shake and my muscles quivered. I lowered the chair as gently as I could and leaned against the counter next to Eric.

“Lover, are you all right?” Eric put his hands on my shoulders and was staring into my eyes.

My shoulders slumped. “Wow, that takes a lot out of me. Please tell me we have something to eat in the fridge.”

Ella hopped off the chair and ran to the kitchen. “I got you a welcome home supply of blood from the bank.” She flashed a smile and showed me one of the bags.

My stomach lurched. “Could you warm it up for me?”

“You didn’t have much to eat tonight, and if that takes a toll on you,” Eric pointed to the chair, “then you must be starving. Ella, why don’t you warm up two?”

Ella filled a glass and warmed it. She put it in my hands and I relaxed as I swallowed it. Not a trace of anyone’s memories. It was lovely. Eric touched my face and smiled.

Ella looked from Eric to me. “I should leave you two to relax for the rest of the night. It’s been a long trip.” She checked her watch. “Besides, if I hurry home, I can kiss Miles goodnight. See you tomorrow?”

“Yes. Tomorrow.” I hugged her before she left.

“Feeling better?” Eric stroked my face.

I nodded. “I know something that would make me feel even better though.”

“What would that be?”

“You and me. Naked. In our bed.”

“Ladies first.” Eric swept his hand toward the stairs.

“Such a gentleman.” I moved in a blur, with Eric close on my heels. He moved his hands to the hem of his T-shirt and I stopped him. “I want to try something.” I pushed him against the edge of the bed and stood a few feet away from him. I pointed my finger up his shirt and flicked it up. His shirt followed the movement of my finger, revealing his sculpted muscles and smooth skin. His arms raised as the material pushed over his head.

“Mm, I could definitely get used to this.” I spun my finger and his shirt twisted between his hands, locking them in place. I turned my attention to the button holding his pants closed and tried to open it using my new power. The material ripped as the button tore through. I grimaced. “Sorry. I need to practice buttons.” I used my hands to move the zipper down and then sighed when his pants fell to the floor. His magnificent cock sprang out to greet me.

I gave him a wicked smile and pushed him back onto the bed. His shirt still held his arms firmly in place and when he fell, they dangled off the side of the bed. I pulled his pants off his feet and crawled onto the bed next to him. “I just love when you’re my captive.”

“Me too,” he murmured.

I scraped his skin with my fangs. His body convulsed and he growled, but continued to keep his arms over his head. I pushed my tongue between my teeth and licked every inch of his body, except his dick. His muscles tensed and strained as he moved against me, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of giving him what he wanted quite yet. I kissed a trail up his ribs, along his arm and when my lips grazed his, he bit me. Now it was my turn to growl. I pushed my bleeding lip into his mouth and he moaned and thrust his hips. I pulled away from him and leaned across his body and kissed down his other arm, pushing my breasts into his face. He sucked on one nipple and then the other. I wasn’t going to last much longer if he kept doing that and I had every intention of teasing him as long as I possibly could. I reluctantly pulled away from his mouth and continued my journey down the other side of his body, rasping my hard nipples against his chest.

His hips were rolling and moving and his cock was already glistening with precum. I wedged my body between his legs and breathed on his dick. It twitched. “Did you need something Mr. Northman?”

He groaned. “You, Mrs. Northman.”

“What would you like me to do?” I batted my eyelashes at him and breathed on his cock again.

“Suck my dick and then fuck me.”

“You want me,” I reached my tongue out and flicked it across the head of his dick, “to suck your dick?”

“Mm hmm.” His eyes were closed again. “Please?”

I smiled and opened my mouth, carefully sucking him in all the way. I moved my head up and down, sucking and licking hard and fast. His hips jerked as he came and I moaned against his cock and milked every last drop out of him.

“Now what else was it you wanted?” I crawled up his body until I was straddling his chest.

“I need to taste you first.”

I grinned. “I can’t say no to that.” I moved farther up until my pussy hovered over his face.

He raised his head and lunged toward my exposed sex with his impatient tongue. I sighed and crushed my body against his mouth. His tongue swept against my clit and then dipped inside me. He repeated the movement over and over again until my body shook and the room filled with the sound of my pleasure.

“Mm,” Eric hummed against my sensitive skin as his tongue moved in languid circles over my clit.

The muscles tensed in my inner thighs. I needed him more than ever. I growled and reluctantly pulled away from his hungry mouth. I slid my slippery lips down his body until they kissed his cock. I clamped my mouth over his, tasting myself on his lips, and then his tongue pushed impatiently into my mouth as his cock slipped inside me. I moaned into his mouth and relaxed. He slammed the rest of the way inside me, making me gasp.

I pushed on his chest, sitting upright. I dug my nails into his skin and rolled my hips, moving impossibly slow. Eric growled, and because his hands were still bound, he had no way to control my body. His hips bucked under me, and the muscles in his arms tensed as he struggled to remain passive. I rubbed my clit against him and lost focus on his T-shirt as another orgasm shot through me. Seeing his opportunity, Eric slipped his arms out of the material that had been binding them, and gripped my hips.

Our bodies joined with bruising force, and now Eric could control my movements, his growls of frustration turned into pleasure, adding to mine. I pushed my wrist toward his mouth and he offered his to me, and as we neared release, we bit into each other’s flesh and drank.

I collapsed on top of him and sighed. It was good to be home, but even when our job took us away, as long as we were together, we were happy. Forever.

The End

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