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The lab was steeped in the quiet hum of bubbling flasks and the faint, herbal tang of Alchemist Cookie’s work. Choco Werehound Brute leaned against the doorframe, her eyes glinting with curiosity as she watched the smaller Cookie pace between her experiments.
“You’ve been giving me that look all night,” Brute teased, crossing her arms lazily. “Something on your mind, Alchie?”
Alchemist turned, her tired purple eyes locking onto Brute’s red ones with an intensity that made her grin falter. The smaller Cookie stepped closer, her deliberate movements amplified by the quiet click of her boots. She stopped just before Brute, her gaze unwavering despite their considerable height difference.
“Give me your hand,” Alchemist said softly, her voice calm but carrying a weight that made Brute straighten.
Brute raised an eyebrow, her smile returning as she held out her hand. “Alright, Alchie. What are you up to this time?”
Alchemist didn’t answer immediately. She reached for Brute’s wrist, her small fingers curling around it with a firm grip. She tilted it slightly, feeling for Brute’s arteries and pulse.
“What, no explanation? Starting to think you’re just using me as a test subject,” Brute joked, though her voice carried a nervous edge.
Alchemist leaned in, her breath warm against Brute’s wrist. Her lips brushed the cake's skin, her tongue flicking out to trace the flow of blood. Brute froze, her eyes widening.
“Alchemist- ”
The rest of the protest died on her lips as she felt the faint prick of Alchemist’s fangs. They sank into her with a precision that left no room for pain, only a strange, spreading warmth. The tang of cherry jam burst onto her tongue, rich and sweet, with a depth that was uniquely Brute’s. Each drop was savored, Alchemist’s lips immediately sealing over the wound, drinking slowly.
She was used to Cakes giving away pieces of themselves- Cakes were made to offer. The chefs who served Dark Enchantress Cookie had sliced away layers, shared their jam, and rebuilt themselves time and again. It was something they did without question, without much thought. But this wasn’t the same. This wasn’t mindless consumption.
Brute’s breath hitched, her claws flexing at her sides. The sensation wasn’t painful- far from it. It was intimate, almost unbearably so. A low growl rumbled in her chest, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she watched, her eyes half-lidded as Alchemist’s lips lingered against her skin.
When Alchemist finally pulled back, her lips were stained a deep red, glistening with the remnants of Brute’s jam. She looked up at her, her golden eyes sharp and unflinching. Without a word, she reached up, her fingers curling into Brute’s fur pulling her closer, gentle enough not to hurt her.
Slowly, Brute bent down, her massive frame leaning into Alchemist’s space. The smaller Cookie rose onto her toes, pulling Brute lower still, until their lips met.
The kiss was slow, sensual- a deliberate sharing. Alchemist’s tongue brushed against Brute’s, feeding the cherry jam into her mouth, its tang mingling with the faint sweetness of Alchemist’s own strawberry jam. Brute groaned softly, her claws brushing against Alchemist’s waist, careful not to grip too tightly. The height difference made the moment feel almost surreal—Brute, so much larger, bending completely to the will of someone so much smaller. But Alchemist held her with a quiet authority that left no room for hesitation.
When Alchemist finally broke the kiss, her breath was warm against Brute’s lips. Her fingers lingered on Brute’s wrist, their grip light but steady, her thumb pressed over the puncture marks to ensure that the bleeding didn’t continue.
What was that?” Brute asked, smiling slightly as she stared down at her.
Alchemist adjusted her glasses, her cheeks burning. “A blood kiss,” she muttered, her voice barely audible.
“A what?” Brute asked, her confusion evident on her face.
Alchemist avoided her gaze, busying herself with a nearby vial. “It’s… a vampire thing,” she murmured, her voice soft. Brute opened her mouth to ask more, but Alchemist had already turned back to her work, her hands trembling slightly as she fiddled with the glassware. Brute frowned but decided to let it slide- for now.
Hours later, sprawled on the couch of the Cookie of Darkness’ lounge with a book she had “borrowed” from Licorice Cookie in her hands, Brute flipped through the pages on Vampire, her eyes scanning the words quickly. When she reached the section on blood kisses, her jaw dropped.
‘The blood kiss is one of the most intimate gestures a Vampire can offer. It signifies trust, affection, and, in many cases, a confession of deep feelings.’
Brute slammed the book shut, her claws twitching as her mind raced. “Wait… WHAT?! That was a confession?!”
Her claws raked through her fur as she replayed the moment in her head. The way Alchemist had avoided her gaze, the faint blush on her cheeks, the way her fingers had lingered on her wrist. “She kissed me! She drank from me! And she didn’t even explain!” Brute groaned, burying her flushed face in her hands. “What am I supposed to do with this?!”
The realization hit her like a swing from her hammer. Alchemist Cookie, the small, brilliant, maddeningly composed scientist, had just made the most meaningful gesture of trust and affection- and Brute had stood there like a clueless idiot.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” Brute muttered, pacing the room as panic set in. “Was that her way of confessing? Does this mean I’m supposed to… I don’t know, do something romantic back?!”
The thought made her sit upright again, her claws curling into fists. “Great. Now I’ve got to figure out how to handle this without making a fool of myself.” She slumped back with a groan, muttering to herself. “What am I gonna do with you…”