Jennifer holds up a heart, still pumping faintly in her hand, blood running between her fingers to stain her wrist. "Cheers," she says.
Needy holds up her own heart--well, maybe it's not hers, technically, but it's not like it's being used by anyone else anymore. And she definitely put in the work for it.
"Cheers," she says.
They solemnly slap the wet, quivering hearts together, giggling like the schoolgirls they haven't been for a while. It's like they're kids again, cracking stupid jokes at a sleepover when they're supposed to be in bed.
Except, you know, for the corpses spilled across the floor and sloshing up the walls, the dead men regarding them with dumb, shocked eyes, chests hollow from where their guts have been sucked out like spaghetti. And the fangs sprouting from Jennifer's mouth, a match to Needy's own. And the fact that they're both naked, having stripped when the party got started so they wouldn't mess up their nice stuff.
But Jennifer is still here. Jennifer is always here, and Needy can't imagine how she could ever have wanted anything different.
They both take big, greedy bites, fresh blood splattering over their faces as the tortured organs pop and squeal. Needy remembers how carefully they'd watched their weight as girls, learning from the example of their endlessly dieting mothers. But when you've seen the face of death and walked away reborn, watching your heart no longer feels quite so important.
Jennifer bites off a ventricle and flips it around her mouth, wagging it at Needy like a cigar--or a dick. Needy rolls her eyes, blushing, and feels the urge to lean in for a kiss. So, she does just that, mouth still of raw red flesh.
Jennifer lets out a surprised little moan as their lips touch, but she recovers quickly. One hand comes up to cup the back of Needy's head, pulling her close, while the other reaches down to caress her ass. Their teeth gently rub against each other, mouths working as they push little fragments of heart back and forth between each other's mouth.
Needy pulls away with a smile, the taste of Jennifer and human flesh a sweet, warm blend in her mouth. She swallows easily, feeling comfortably full in a way she hasn't for a while.
"That's one way to have a heart-to-heart," Jennifer quips. Needy rolls her eyes and smacks her, but Jennifer grabs her wrist and flips Needy onto her back, so that her head is in Jennifer's lap.
"You looked like Eve with the apple, chowing down on that thing," she says thoughtfully, tracing a finger along Needy's scarlet-drenched lips.
Needy shrugs, heart fluttering at the touch even though she should be used to it by now, goddamn it. "Eve had the right idea."
Jennifer hums. "I suppose so. Does that make me the serpent?"
Needy turns it over, then shakes her head, shivering as she feels her hair rustle against Jennifer's thighs. "No, you've got better tits."
Jennifer snickers, pink-stained teeth winking in the low light. "You've grown a smart mouth, haven't you?" Her finger slips between Needy's lips, rolling over her tongue, and Needy somehow feels her knees getting weak when she's not even standing up.
"Yeah," she breathes. Her words are muffled by Jennifer's finger, but she knows Jennifer understands her loud and clear.
"What do you want, lover?"
"I want--" She swallows hard. "Want to eat you. For you to eat me." She suddenly feels a burst of insane jealousy for the dead men surrounding them, the one who'd been so easily devoured by Jennifer without even having to ask.
Her hand slips between Jennifer's legs of its own volition, feeling at the growing dampness (it's exhilarating, making Jennifer feel this way). "Want you," she repeats.
Jennifer smiles, eyes bright with understanding. She knows Needy down to her core, same way Needy knows her. It's a side effect of being Jennifer-and-Needy since they were children, a bond that just grew stronger when they became the only ones of their species on this plane of existence. They're so wrapped up in each other they couldn't break apart if they tried.
(There's a whisper-faint scar on Needy's neck from when she tried, once. She touches it in the dark sometimes, a reminder of something she almost lost).
Jennifer shifts, gracefully moving to straddle Needy upside-down. Her cunt rubs against Needy's face, and the smell is enough to make her enough to make her water. She jolts, a moan spilling free.
Jennifer's head slips down Needy's body, lapping at stray patches of blood before slipping between her own spread legs. Her blood-slick tongue slips inside Needy, almost burning her with its heat.
"Fuck," Needy whispers, voice muffled. Jennifer sighs at the vibrations of Needy's voice against her bare skin, the sound teasing Needy's own. They're a perfect loop, a tangle of flesh and noise that only builds as they start to move.
Eat, that's what they call it, and it is a meal, like all of the most important moments of their lives these days. Needy feeds on Jennifer hungrily, desperately, worshiping her clit with her trembling tongue. Jennifer's tongue rolls carefully over Needy's fluttering cunt, savoring her like a fine dish.
Their teeth scrape against tender flesh, harder enough to cut a normal human. But for them the grind of bone just turns it all out to eleven, an edge that makes Jennifer shove herself down into Needy's face even as Needy jerks herself up into Jennifer's mouth.
But it's not enough, never enough. Needy wants more, always will, and Jennifer does too. Her mouth expands, growing wilder and until Jennifer's practically sinking into her head. Jennifer laughs, the vibrations rippling through Needy's body, and she doesn't give Needy time to stop shuddering at that before she's expanding her own mouth.
Now Jennifer's mouth is big enough for her teeth to dig into Needy's hips. She gives a soft growl, the scent of Needy's blood filling in the air, pushing herself hard enough into Needy's mouth that she starts to shudder, too, the scent and taste of her pleasure mixing with Needy's.
They don't stop, hungry as each other as they were for their enemy's organs. The heart was sweet, but Jennifer is sweeter, and Needy will never stop wanting more.
Maybe that's how we end, she thinks suddenly, hysterically. Maybe we swallow each other, so we never have to be apart again. Jennifer's teeth slide farther up her sides, the smooth curve of her ass pushing further into Needy's mouth.
Needy drags her teeth over Jennifer's hips, amazed at her own daring. Jennifer wails at the feeling, trembling like a leaf, and Needy is emboldened to press onward. Jennifer's blood is intoxicating, enough to make her head light.
I could eat you. She remembers a picture from English class, the ouroboros devouring itself. I could eat you and we wouldn't have to be hungry ever again. No more hunting, no more running, no more smiling at boys before we can eat them. Just you, just me, safe and warm and together, forever.
But that's not what happens (at least, not tonight). What happens is that Jennifer comes one more time, spilling slick fluids in Needy's mouth, and it's enough to make Needy come again, too. They drink each other down desperately, hungrily, limbs shuddering as even their superhuman strength finds its limit.
And then Jennifer's pulling away, sliding off of Needy and tumbling to the bloody floor in an elegant tangle of limbs. She lets out a soft sigh, eyes glazed and sated, hair a post-fuck tangle. Her mouth folds back to normal, and Needy can feel hers doing the same.
Needy blinks, not so buried in her own haze of pleasure to keep from feeling the sudden loss. She follows Jennifer to the ground, snuggling up against her as the corpses squish beneath their bodies.
Jennifer pulls her close, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. It's tender, something that Jennifer has never really been, something that creatures like them aren't supposed to be.
"Don't leave," Jennifer whispers, voice trembling ever so slightly. She's always more vulnerable after sex, which Needy finds disconcerting and endearing in equal measure. Her hand comes down, rubbing gently against the blood staining Needy's hip. She lifts a finger and sucks it carefully, eyes closed.
"Never," Needy says firmly, snuggling close--the very idea feels obscene. Jennifer kisses her, and Needy drinks down her own blood like holy nectar, mixing it with the drops she's collected from Jennifer's flesh.
They curl up there together, two halves of a single heart. The blood crusts on the walls, the night winds howl outside, and Needy is not afraid.