#lup’s so worried about scaring or hurting him and barry’s so worried about her mauling him to death. that’s true love baby!

[comradelup]

May I request number 36 from the fluff prompt list with blupjeans?

“Hello… Barry, was it?”

He jumps, and turns quickly to face the… face, of the voice. “Hi, Lup.”

Lup smiles, wicked and gleeful. “Oh look at that, he remembers me.” Her smile is punctuated with two razor sharp canines, and her eyes are blood red.

“How could I forget?” he asks, hoping she can’t tell how nervous he is. But judging by his sweaty palms and rapidly beating heart, it’s probably obvious. He didn’t expect to see her back… ever.

Lup doesn’t move from her position, which is in the skylight of Barry’s room. She sits with legs crossed at the ankle on one end, and her hand on the other hand props her up as she leans to look down at him. At his desk, Barry feels like a specimen under a microscope being inspected by a particularly attractive vampiric scientist.

Lup doesn’t speak either, preferring to run a sharp nail through her curly brown hair. Barry questions that for about half a second before he remembers his manners. “Uh, come in. Please.”

She smiles again, swinging her legs over the edge. “Thanks for the invite.” In a flash, she jumps and manages to avoid Barry, landing in a crouch on the floor next to him.

She stands to her full height, taller than Barry, and peers around his room. It’s plain and a bit messy, but she looks intrigued all the same. “Nice place you got here.”

“Um, thanks,” Barry says. He stands as well, unsure of what else to do. A real life vampire is walking around his bedroom, heels clicking against the floor and black silk dress trailing after her steps.

She suddenly cocks her head to face him and he keeps himself from jumping. Barely. She says, “I’ll be honest, I didn’t come to borrow a cup of sugar.”

“Then, uh, why are you here? Uh, not that, you know, I don’t appreciate it,” Barry says. He definitely doesn’t want to accidentally offend a woman that can drain him like a capri-sun.

“We can pretend you aren’t scared of me, that’s fine,” she says, “I’ll just… ignore your heartbeat, I guess.

“I’m here for a… request. Do you remember what I said to you the night we met?”

“That you, um… that you haven’t been on a first date in a while?”

She grins, sly and slinking around him like a cat. “No, the part about how hard it is to get a bite to eat. Or… drink, should I say. Blood banks are harder to break into than you’d think.”

He doesn’t move as she circles him, but he doesn’t take his eyes off her. “I remember that.”

“And do you remember what happened next?”

“I, um, I offered some of my, uh, blood.”

She rounds behind him and stops just in his view. She grins, “That you did.”

Barry resists the urge to scratch at the bandaid on his neck. “Is that why you’re back? For more?”

“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, yes,” Lup says, and she looks less catlike in this moment. Less gothic grandeur, more like a person.

She continues, smile softer. “I’ve been trying to find a regular source of income, so to speak. And I’ve thought about finding other people, people who are more used to this.” She gestures to herself. “But… I couldn’t get you out of my mind. Your blood is just…” She does a chef’s kiss.

Barry’s mouth goes dry. “Oh?” is all he manages to say, because what the fuck do you say to a hot vampire lady who says she’s been thinking about you nonstop?

“Oh,” Lup says, nodding sagely. “So… are you cool with that?” she asks, stepping closer to him.

“With feeding you?” he asks. She nods again. “Uh. Sure? How bad can it be, right?”

She smiles, and it’s the most sincere one all night. “Thank you. And I promise, I’ll keep this between us so you don’t get hurt. I won’t even tell my brother.”

“You have a brother?” he asks, because that is what his brain has chosen to latch onto in this conversation.

She nods, but she also places her hands on his shoulders. “You busy right now?”

He shakes his head. She smiles and drags a nail down his neck to his collar, pulling it away from his neck. “This okay?”

Barry thinks it’s very sweet that she’s being so considerate, but he has more pressing issues, so he doesn’t comment. Pressing issues like the woman asking to suck blood out of his neck. He nods, but she doesn’t move. In fact, she backs up and lets go of his shirt.

“Try and calm down. It’ll be easier if you’re not so stressed.” Her hands move down his shoulders to his arms. “Here,” she says, and she puts her hands over his and guides them to her hips. “You can push me away if you get uncomfortable. I don’t wanna do this if you’re not down for it.”

Barry swallows, hands rigid and frozen. “Um. Okay.”

“Deep breaths,” she instructs, pulling his collar away and leaning into his neck.

He takes a few deep breaths, trying to focus on that rather than everything else. Luckily he doesn’t even feel her teeth puncture skin until he feels a venom running through his veins, forcibly relaxing him and calming him down with much more success than breathing exercises.

His hands on her hips relax and her hands on his shoulders turn into arms draped around his neck in a sort of embrace. One hand finds his hair and her nails light scratch at his scalp. They’re pressed against each other, and he can pretend they’re almost waltzing now. With the way his body wants to lose balance, they might as well be.

She pulls her fangs out and starts to suck at the wounds. Barry barely feels it, eyes slipping closed. He could fall asleep right now. He doesn’t know how much time has passed before she’s pulling away.

“Thanks,” she says with a smile, and her canines are twice as long as they were before. Her lips are stained and red, and it takes Barry a second to conclude that it’s his blood.

“Uh, no prob…lem,” he says, swaying more now that she isn’t hugging him.

Lup’s hands move to hold his elbows, keeping him upright. “I think the venom might’ve been a bit much. Sorry, babe.”

“‘S no big deal,” he says. Now that it’s over he’s suddenly more aware of what’s happening. He braces himself with a hand on the desk, his other still on her hip.

“I think it is, here.” She takes his hands in hers and helps him to sit on his bed.

“You should get some sleep,” she says, already pulling his glasses off for him and leaving them on his nightstand.

He lets himself fall back and as soon as his head hits the pillow he’s suddenly very, very tired. Lup silently helps him under the covers, and sits next to him on his bed.

“I’ll come by sometime tomorrow and get your number. That way I won’t have to follow you home again.”

“Okay,” Barry mumbles. He feels like that information should be concerning, but he’s too tired to care right now. It’s future Barry’s problem.

“Thanks again for this,” Lup says, sounding much more real than her grand persona from earlier. But Barry can’t appreciate it too much, as he’s already falling asleep.

Just as he’s losing consciousness he feels a kiss on his forehead, but it might have been a dream.