Vivienne

Gazing up into Faye’s hopeful green catlike eyes, Vivienne slowly skimmed her fingers through Faye’s dangling black hair. “Faye.  Mon amour. My Tigerlily.”  Vivienne’s smile widened, “You and I, Indeed.”  Vivienne blew Faye a kiss, “There is one thing you didn’t factor in with your little test, Mon cher.”

Looking slightly confused, the half-Korean vampire blinked once and kissed the hand flowing in her hair. “What did I miss?”

Chuckling softly, Vivienne winked and with one fluid motion rolled Faye onto her back.  Purring lightly, the ancient vampire now sat atop of her partner. “You didn’t anticipate what I would do.”  Vivienne leaned over and licked Faye from chin to the tip of her nose. “What makes you think I can control myself, Mon amour?”  Vivienne leaned up enough to swish her long black hair over both of Faye’s tender nipples. A low rumble rattled lovingly from Vivienne’s chest. “I have mentioned what you do to me.”

Faye felt her resolve melt the second Vivienne’s tongue made its way over her chin, lips to the tip of her nose.  The youngling jolted and cried out softly, “V..vii…ohhh….yesss.”  Faye exhaled through her teeth as the onyx silk strands teased her. “Pll….”  Faye stammered and spots flashed in her vision. “I…V..viiv…mmm..fu..fuc…”  Faye’s body erupted into tiger stripes. “Y…your…tig..lil…”  

Vivienne flipped her hair behind her and leaned up when she felt Faye bucking uncontrollably beneath her. -No, this isn’t what she wants.-  Vivienne quickly told herself and regained control. “Faye, darling…Mon amour.”  Vivienne whispered. “Forgive me, my love.”  Vivienne soothed and leaned over to cup her progeny’s cheeks. “Oh, Faye…”

-What the hell?  Why is she talking..-  Faye panted and focused through the light in her vision. “Vivienne?  Forgive..what?”  The realization occurred to her, Vivienne was keeping the word she’d made.  Faye sighed and went limp on the bed, cursing herself inside. “Right.”  She pounded the mattress lightly. “I am starting to regret asking you to make that promise.”

“Would sex resolve anything, mon amour?”  Vivienne asked quietly and reached for the bottle of wine. “Drink, I can see the ring in your eyes again.”  Slipping off Faye’s hips, Vivienne crossed her legs and remained sitting up beside her girlfriend. “Please forgive me for ruining your triumph.  It took more control than I would have thought possible to attempt it, let alone succeed.  I took that from you.”  She picked up Faye’s clenched hand and kissed it lightly. “Forgive me, please.”

Faye sat up and grabbed the bottle, draining its contents.  After wiping her lips, She looked into the soft blue eyes of her creator and love. “There’s nothing to forgive.”  Faye kissed Vivienne’s cheek. “The test still worked, Vivienne.  As you said, it's a triumph.”  Faye started twisting Vivienne’s long hair in her fingers, “We both had one.  You stopped yourself from going further, even though I wanted to.”

“I love you.” Vivienne tumbled her hair to cover her small breasts. “When your memory returns, Faye…when it returns.”  Vivienne cooed softly. “Sex is our expression, not an animalistic need.”

Faye stood up and walked over to the case of wine and pulled the cork free with one of her catlike nails, then handed it to Vivienne before she sat down once more. “Perhaps a little animalistic.” She giggled and started to braid Vivienne’s hair. “I happen to be part tiger you know.”

“A French braid, if you please.”  Vivienne accepted the bottle and sipped the contents slowly. “Elegance is the hallmark of our evening.”  Vivienne added, trying to change the tone of the moment.

“That is such a strange thing to say, Vivienne.”  Faye quipped, “I have no clue how to make a French braid.”  Faye leaned forward, gave her creator a kiss on the cheek and grabbed her iPhone. “Where did you pick that up?”

Drinking a little more of the wine, Vivienne licked her lips clear. “Pick what up?”

“That whole…if you please…thing you do.”  Faye’s eyes widened. “Oh, that is a French braid?...humm, there are like twenty variants.  Which one do you want?”

“Twin braids from my bangs and a big one in the back, if you please.”  Vivienne winked and shrugged. “As to your inquiry, I read it somewhere once.”  Vivienne took another sip of the wine and handed it to Faye. “I seldom have the chance to use it, if it bothers you, I will stop.”

Faye nodded and smiled. “It makes you sound old.”  She giggled, “Which you are.”

Vivienne ignored the comment and pointed upstairs. “I was saying, Elegance.”  Vivienne scooted closer to Faye, “I have taken the liberty of picking out your attire this evening, Mon amour.”

Faye pulled up a video and watched it within seconds. “Alright, I think I can do this now.”  Separating Vivienne’s hair like she’d quickly learned, Faye started weaving her partner’s hair just above her temple. “You know I am pretty simple, Viv.”  She shrugged, “I don’t know a thing about elegance or grace.”

“One thing at a time, Mon amour.”  Vivienne closed her eyes and enjoyed the attention she was getting from Faye. “It has been at least a few hundred years since someone other than you has touched my hair.”  Vivienne paused, “Correction.  Casey might have touched my hair when she kissed me.”

Faye sighed. “I don’t want to think about that, Viv.”  She looked around the room and saw a small box on top of the dresser across from the bed. “Are there hair ties in that box?  Or just more of your…leftovers?”

“Allow me to amend.”  Vivienne cleared her throat, “It has been centuries since I have allowed someone to style my hair.”  Turning slightly to look at the small box, Vivienne shrugged. “Honestly?  I don’t know.  I never open it. I put it on the dresser to make it look normal.”

“Nothing about this place is normal, Viv.”  Faye snickered and walked to the box, opening it. “What luck.  A few little hair ties.”  Wiggling her finger and raising one of her eyebrows, Faye smiled. “You knew they were in there.”  She put her hands on her bare hips. “What was the real reason you told me you didn’t know?”

Slowly crossing her arms and rubbing her chin, Vivienne giggled softly. “You aren’t the only one that enjoys a nice ass, mon amour.”  

Faye bit her bottom lip shyly then crawled back in front of Vivienne. -How does she do that to me with just a glance?  Look at the sparkle in those fluid blue eyes.-  Faye’s mind raced like it did when they first met. “Thank you.”  Faye gave Vivienne a quick kiss and started twisting the second braid. “What did you pick for me to wear, Vivienne?”

“A dress.”

“Funny.” Faye giggled.

“Specifically a dress for the occasion.  We are going to a very special place to me.  I only left because there were too many questions and rumors starting to circulate about me.”  Vivienne turned to the side so Faye could easily keep knotting her hair. “I want this to be a grand affair.”

“I am scared to ask this, Vivienne.”  Faye muttered as she finished up the second thick braid. “Please tell me this isn’t something like a ballroom affair.”

Vivienne turned around so Faye could start working on the final section of her hair. “Ballroom?  My love, that is too informal.  Think of the word duchess.”  Vivienne pulls Faye’s legs around her waist and starts to dance her fingers along both of her progeny’s calves. “I do believe the term I am seeking is…Cinderella.”

“I am not wearing white or glass shoes.” Faye huffed.

“Slippers, Mon amour.  If I recall the story correctly it calls them slippers.”  Vivienne giggled.

Faye stopped braiding Vivienne’s hair and started kissing Vivienne’s shoulder. “I changed my mind, I think we should stay right here and let me keep…”  She kissed the other shoulder, “...practicing until..whenever.”

“Tempting.”  Vivienne glanced back at Faye. “Am I to understand that you are afraid of being an elegant woman?”

Faye’s fear melted like ice when she saw Vivienne’s inquisitive ocean blue eyes. “No.”  Faye paused, “I wouldn’t say scared.”  She scratched her short pink-black hair. “Well…I don’t want to trip and fall down or something stupid like that.  That would wreck the elegance..so…” Faye smiled, “...Let’s just avoid it.”

Vivienne pointed to her unfinished hair and sighed, “What a human response.  You won’t fall, I won’t let you.  Besides, I think you are safe…you won’t be trying to jump over a desk.”  The ancient vampire promised and lightly giggled. “Allow me to refresh your memory as well.  You tricked me into this course of action.”

“Very funny.  That did wonders for my confidence.” Faye resumed weaving Vivienne’s hair. “I guess I am the desperate one now.” Faye quipped.

“So you do remember, mon amour.”  Vivienne played, “You must know that we need to let things calm down here before we return.  We also need a safer place for you, should your memory return.”  Vivienne took a deep breath and began to massage Faye’s feet. “The manor sits alone at the top of a hill so hunting doesn’t mean just next door.”  Vivienne added, “That offers a level of protection that isn’t present here.”

Faye finished the extensive weaving and patted Vivienne on the back, “Two things.”  She pointed upstairs. “I don’t hear anything or anyone up there.  Second, the sun just went down.”