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Dreamless Night

Part 2

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I close my eyes in expectation, her pointy fangs already in place for the final act to take place. But she hesitates, she lingers there for a few seconds and gives me a sweet kiss instead, deciding against her previous intentions.

She cups both of my cheeks with her delicate hands and the look full of desire she is giving me makes me weak in the knees.

She doesn't want this to end yet.

"Miku" she voices my name and I feel goose bumps all over. I don't know if I am lame or it's because I am just human but that is all it takes for my legs to cave in. I lean on her for support and she is quick to hold me in her arms. 'So soft' is the first thing I register, a few seconds later though I notice that I am resting on the top of her heart shaped cleavage. I can't with my embarrassment, but she doesn't give me room to move away. What to do? What to do? It feels like everything is spiraling out of control and each second I am this close to her, the more I lose grasp of reality and myself. It's like that primal feeling that has been brewing within me since the moment she first kissed me is about to burst and break free.

Under her collarbone is as far as I can reach at the moment, but is enough. In another spur of boldness I am the one that bites her, and I know I took her by surprise by the loud gasp that escaped her lips.

It may be a bit conceited of me, but I love how violently she reacts at me taking the initiative. And so I am more amused than surprised when I find myself lying on top of the piano with only my undergarments on and with her hovering over me.

"Miku"- she whispers my name with that ethereal yet unbelievable sensual voice of hers. She kisses me briefly before descending through my neck, all while leaving a trail of hot kisses on its wake. She nibbles a spot under my collarbone making me gasp. I can't help but to notice that it's the same spot where I had bitten her before. I want to giggle at her 'payback" but I can only moan when I feel her suck on the very same spot, leaving a little mark.

She keeps kissing every bit of my skin, going to my shoulders, removing the straps of my bra in a tortuously slow manner. She caresses my sides, one of her hands moving up to cup one of my still covered breasts playing with it lightly. Her other hand much to my relief sneaks to my back unclasping the piece of lingerie I am so hating to have on at the moment.

She is positively going to kill me with her brusque change of pace, but I can't say I am not overjoyed to have now both of her hands and mouth ravaging my bosom. A little more forceful but as much of tease as before, she keeps proving every inch of my skin with vigorous kisses, bites and stimulating massages yet ignoring the place where I want her attention. Hard and neglected the pink peaks stand ignored, I don't even know what to do with myself, I whimper due my growing frustration yet her touches are way too pleasurable to be able to muster my protests.

"P-p-pleas-e" – is all I manage before I hear her giggling only a little.

"So impatient, we have all the night my dear Miku" – Looking at her in the eye I shiver, those scarlet eyes shining with lust and desire have me under a spell.

She complies with my plea, taking my nipple in mouthful while pinching and stroking the other.

Another loud moan escapes my mouth as another current of immeasurable pleasure courses through my entire body, tensing my muscles, and bending my back slightly forward. A fire growing on my nether regions has me already on the very edge.

To think that she could very well make me climax with only this much embarrasses me deeply, but what can I do? I can't even think properly at the moment.

I cup the side of her face and she obliges understanding my desire, with a loud 'plop' she stops stimulating my sensitive nipple and gives it a teasing bite before moving up to kiss me on the lips.

Her kisses are so intense that I am always falling behind, how could I not when I am so out of breath? Still I take the chance to touch her too, as much as I can grasp, I stroke her back, cling to her shoulders. I hear her sigh while I am tousling her silky pink traces, when I caress her ears. All while looking at her half lidded eyes; it really makes me feel like everything beside her doesn't exist.

Ah!

I can't stop a surprised gasp when I feel her groping rear. She takes this chance to shift our position just so I am somewhat sitting and she accommodates herself between my now spread open legs. So hot. Oh my god. She kisses my belly while playing with the elastic band of my remaining piece of underwear. I know where she is going and all this tease is making me grow so impatient that feel like shoving her face where I want her.

I suck it up though, it's not like I have the strength or the courage. I even think that some part of me is a closeted masochist; I am enjoying this as much as I am growing frustrated. My panties must be ruined at this point, how I wish she tore them away. I can't even…ugh. Feeling her kissing my clothed core now is driving me nuts.

She smiles up to me sensually, and then she finally starts removing the ruined cloth, oh the shame when I saw my own arousal sticking to it.

"Miku look at me" – she calls me preventing me from shutting my eyes. She already discarded my underwear leaving me completely naked before her. I feel my skin flush under such intense gaze. I don't know how she is able to make my body react so much but I don't even bother to think about it now.

"You are beautiful" she says, kissing my feet, trailing a path of kisses not leaving anything out. My calves, then my ankles, my tights, everything so excruciatingly slow I feel I will come the second she touches me there.

"D-D-do me p-p-please"

She bites my inner tight drawing a bit of blood, the light sting mixing with the pleasure already making me go overdrive and tremble with excitement. I feel her smile while she sucks on the little wound and then she sealed it with a little kiss.

I think I came a little the moment I felt her hot tongue pressing on my core, giving it a teasing long and slow lick.

'Look at me" her words echoed in my mind and I made an effort to open my eyes, only to find her staring back at me hungrily. Only the sight of her down there made me almost shout. So unfairly hot. She smiled at me licking her lips before picking up her previous engagement.

God, I wouldn't last at all. I knew it the moment she started giving special attention to my already hard bud of nerves.

So good. With one of my hands I took a handful of her hair, caressing the back of her head and nape, bringing her closer to my aching arousal. I was reaching the peak fast, it felt way too good. But..

"H-Hold me…"- ah! The moans won't stop, and even if I love what she is doing to me, I am a maiden at heart I guess.

She moves up, licking all traces of my fluids with great thirst. She kisses me deeply before moving to my neck once again and I think I flew out of this world the next moment. The moment she inserted two of her fingers deep inside my core, the same moment she bit my neck, her sharp fangs penetrating my body as easily.

I don't think it's even possible for a human to endure such pleasure. I screamed, moaned, my excitement flooding everywhere. My body trembling and convulsing inevitably while she hugged me tightly with her free arm.

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I love you

I think I heard her whisper before blacking out.

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Confusion fills me when I wake up to an unknown ceiling and living room. Resting on one of the most expensive looking sofa I have ever seen, I sit up and try to make sense of things. Where? How? Those questions go over the window when I suddenly remember; flashes of last night wash me and I don't know what to feel or think.

But I want to see her so much.

I feel my heart clench at the thought, that's the truth of my heart. Even if last night was never meant to happen it almost physically hurts to know that it will remain as an unbelievable memory.

"Oh, so you woke up? How are you feeling?" - I hear the person that I certainly didn't thought I would see ever again. It's… It's her!

She enters the living room, with a tray on her hands and after setting it up on the coffee table in front of me she sits on the single couch besides it.

"Don't worry, you are not in trouble" – she says lightly, offering me a comforting smile. Maybe it's because I must look like a deer on headlights with my eyes open as plates and my mouth slightly agape. How can she be so carefree and nonchalant after all that happened last night baffles me. She looks at me curiously but patient… yet something it's not right, there is not a trace of recognition in her eyes.

Wait

"Who are you?" – I manage to ask, looking at her anew, there details I didn't notice. Her pink hair is the same I remember, but why are her eyes blue?

"And here I thought I could ask you the same thing" – she laughs. A beautiful sound, but my attention is elsewhere. She… has no fangs. –"You are obviously still a little confused, so let me introduce myself first. My name is Megurine Luka"

…What? I thought I would never be as confused as the night before. But this scenario is way beyond me in a whole other level. She looks the same, yet she doesn't. She looks so… human, so casual wearing a simple burgundy long sleeved shirt along some skinny jeans. The supernatural aura is gone, and her features are a little more imperfect? I mean this Luka girl is gorgeous but, last night… that beauty was out of this world. You could easily say she wasn't human for her looks alone, ignoring the red eyes and fangs.

Seeing that I am still way out of it she continues, and even if my brain is about to melt I try my hardest to listen.

-"Um, you see I am the owner of this house. Well, I recently reacquired it. It's been in my family for generations but my parents had to sell it at one point. Their previous owners didn't want it, since it's hard to maintain and so I managed to buy it. Work at the city has me tied most of time, but I am arranging it so I can move here soon. And yeah, it's still pretty much a mess but I am getting there" – she says while taking sips of her tea occasionally.

And I am still baffled with the entire situation.

-"Sorry I got a bit carried away, the thing is I came this morning to do some cleaning before the movers came with some of the furniture and I was really surprised to find you sleeping by the door when I arrived. But after the storm last night I kind of understood what your circumstances may have been; besides you looked harmless"

-"Are…Are you trying to say it was a dream?" – I voice my thoughts and when I see her blankly staring with her blue eyes still without a trace of recognition in them I am ready to breakdown.

It couldn't have been a dream!

There was just no way. Even if her story made an awful sense, even if I remember being sleepy by the door. That's not how things happened. Mere words won't deceive me.

I have a proof, absolutely. Reaching for the side of my neck where the puncture marks should have been I feel myself faint when there is nothing but my tender skin.

I can't believe it. But only in the case it was true, I reconsider my actions. To Luka I must look like a complete psycho and I don't want that at all.

"M-My name i-is Miku, Hatsune Miku" – I try to recompose myself – "I was riding my bike up the hill when the rain started and your house was the closest place to take shelter at the time, I am really sorry for intruding like that".- I finish feeling defeated.

"Don't worry it happens all the time" – she says airily, and I stare worriedly at her carefreeness. It's not okay to have strangers sneaking in your house! And I believe she notices my outrage as she continues, giggling a little.

"You are the first person, I swear; most of the times are little animals like squirrels"

"Miss Luka, I am sorry to interrupt but I wanted to inform you that the first floor cleaning is already finished and that the movers are ready to move the piano to the second floor". – said what looked like a maid. I didn't expect her to have a maid but I was more preoccupied with what she said.

The piano wasn't there…?

I stood up and without really thinking I went up the stairs. I turned left; straight to the room I already knew too well, I was sure of it. Luka was behind me trying to somehow stop me, but I didn't listen. This all was just a really well planned trick. It was real, I know it was. And even if the piano wasn't there, last night it definitely was.

"Miku I didn't get to clean up there yet, you shouldn't enter it's a mess" – I hear her say but I open the door anyways.

I must look insane in her eyes. But I just can't believe it. Seeing the empty room it's not what disheartens me to the point I want to cry. It's the fine layer of dust that covers everything evenly. There weren't any marks… no footprints, not even marks on the floor where the piano was. It was perfectly even.

How? Was it really a dream? But it was so real…

Sensing my distress Luka puts a hand on my shoulder giving it little squeeze in an effort to reassure me. Why she is taking so much burden from an apparently crazy stranger is beyond me but since she is here with me I try to compose myself once again even if only a little.

"A-ah I am sorry, I just thought…" – I notice how I can't even finish that sentence without looking more nuts so I change the topic –"I guess I am still really tired, sorry to keep intruding, but would you be so kind to lend me a phone so I can call a cab?" – I ask sheepishly avoiding her eyes. She just looks so much like her!

"Yes of course, don't worry though, I will ask my maid to do it, why don't you fix yourself a little meanwhile, there is a bathroom next to living room" she says gently pulling me away for the room I may have never seen until now but I will never forget.

I can only mutter a shy "thanks" before following her instructions, the bath in the first floor ample and clean, but I don't dwell too much in the details, I just stare at my reflection in the mirror, looking for a mark anything that tells me I wasn't dreaming. Sadly my reflection only shows a very muddy and disheveled version of myself. How embarrassing, Luka Megurine may be the closest thing to her and I totally messed up any kind of first impression.

'But why would I care?' I think sadly to myself as I remove a twig from my tousled hair. Luka is not her. That night was only a very inspired part of my unconsciousness at work. Only a dream. Why did it hurt so much then?

I want to leave and forget all of this. I prompt myself to do so after fixing my hair and washing my face and hands. The ones she kissed…

I shook my head and left as fast as I could, but as soon as I left the bathroom the pinkette was there to greet me. It's so frustrating that they are so alike, how unfair.

"Your taxi will arrive shortly, come here"- she says gently while guiding me to the exit but stopping briefly to pick a large coat. –"I have only this one here, but you see after yesterday storm the weather is rather chilly. It would be a problem if you go with your clothes as they are so this will do for now, what you say?"

"I-I couldn't possibly accept it, I am already grateful for all your help"- I barely managed blushing a little. She whoever paid no mind to my refusal or embarrassment and instead she got closer to me, putting the cloth over my shoulders.

"There you go, I really don't mind so please" -she says inching only a bit closer to me -"You can always ride up here and give it back if you are so worried about it, right?- she offers me a wide smile. "Oh!" she exclaims leaning even closer to me, to this point I don't know if some deity is playing with me but I can't help the growing heat in my cheeks.

"You had a leaf in your bangs" - she says casually as if it was totally normal to get that close to a stranger. Still for a second there I swore I saw that familiar glint in her eyes. Maybe I am trying too hard to find something that proves that she is real.

Is this Luka really…?

I can't get my hope or delusions up for long thanks to the loud honk outside, the taxi had finally arrived, huh? What with these perfect timings? I ask to myself more than a little frustrated.

"It was nice meeting you Miku, have a safe trip back home" – Luka says stretching her hand to me and I take it out of pure manners, there is something about this woman that unsettles me, and it may or may not have to do with the not-so sure dream I had.

"Thank you, and sorry for all the trouble I have caused. It was nice to meet you too" – I reply, she may be weird but she was really kind to me, and that is completely real. I make a bit of an effort but I muster a sincere smile.

"I will be going then"

"Bye bye"- she says opening the door.

It's only a while later, when I am sitting comfortably on the backseat of the taxi that I notice that in one of the coat pockets there is a square piece of paper.

Megurine Luka's business card.

And of course her number. Hah. Maybe the destiny still wished to play with her. The question was, would she play along?

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END
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Well, this is it folks. Its been so long since the last time I wrote something in english. But hey I am all about following my new year's resolution and that is *finishing all the shit I have made halfway lol*

Back to the topic, this story... well to be honest It embarrasses me great deal. Writting in first person is rather tricky and lol I never wrote anything close to smut before so I am not sure how that came out. I tried to make it tasteful? but you can fail horribly easily while writting them so yeah. Sorry if its crappy.

My, the first chapter had me already a little frustrated, it had so many mistakes! And I am sure this one will too but my bad yo' xD
I hope you still were able to enjoy it.
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Peace out frends. Keep writting negitoro fics, all of you
PD. Also sorry about the suspense ate the end xD (if you were wondering, Luka is indeed the vampire of her "dream" which I may say was very real)
A really elavorated trick indeed.