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TITLE: Public Relations
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Polly/Maladict
NOTE: I wasn't really sure about whether I should use Maladict or Maladicta for Mal. Maladict, perhaps, was the most logical choice since most people probably refer to her with that name, but Maladicta is still her real name which she may or may not have started using openly after the book's end. So I decided to constantly switch between Maladict and Maladicta, with the occasional Mal thrown in for good measure. I thought it would be fitting for this almost gender neutral vampire.

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Polly stared dumbly at the dress.
It was, technically, black, but black was far too mundane a word for it. 'Dark' fitted it better. Possibly a ridiculously poetic phrase such as 'as dark as star-filled sky' might have been used. It had frills and lace and everything. It even had the corset on the outside.
It was, in short, a dress that no girl with a name like 'Polly' would ever possibly wear.
Unfortunately, it was her dress and she would have to wear it. Granted, she'd have to wear it some weeks from now, but she doubted she'd get used to idea before then.
Polly heard the door open and Maladict entered with the barest of rustles. Maladicta could move without making any kind of sound at all, but she made a point of it to always make some sound whenever she was around Polly so she wouldn't startle her by accident. Not that Polly needed the noise any more. It had reached the point where she could always tell whether or not Mal was there, sound or no.
While the noise of Maladict's coffee engine started filling up the room, Polly quietly cursed the day she'd ever written to the Times. The proud nation of Borogravia had always been surrounded by enemies, but the revolutionary idea had formed in Polly's mind that, sometimes, foreign nations could be friends as well. So when Zlobenia had once again tried to invade the nation, Polly had sent a few innocent little letters to the Ankh-Morpork Times telling them about how her nation had finally got rid of all the stupid traditions of the past and was really trying to find a place in the modern world, except that they wouldn't find a place in the modern world if big bad bully Zlobenia crushed her under its jackbooted heel.
Not long after, the Zlobenian invasion had halted rather suddenly.
Ever since then, Polly had been a Public Relations Officer of the Borogravian Army. She wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but mostly her job consisted of making sure other countries liked hers enough so that they wouldn't invade. Actually, her job mostly consisted of writing to the Times, but it turned out that was kind of the same thing.
And now there was going to be this great big political event in Ankh-Morpork. Polly didn't know what it was about, but she had to go as well because to a significant number of people she was The Face of Borogravia.
Apparently, part of being The Face of Borogravia was having to wear a dress with the corset on the outside.
Polly felt Maladicta's arms sneak around her waist and the vampire's chin rest on her shoulder. The familiar feeling managed to relax her a bit.
"Nice dress," said Mal.
"I'm supposed to wear it," Polly said.
"Really now?" said Maladict. There was a faint tremor in her voice that would have gone completely unnoticed by anyone who wasn't Polly.
"Yeah, at that thing in Ankh-Morpork."
"Ah," said Maladicta.
Polly turned around without breaking Mal's embrace. It was a manoeuvre she'd become quite good at.
"What's the problem?" she asked.
Maladict grinned. "Well, a girl like you in a dress like that... you know what that kind of thing does that me?"
"I thought you were on top of it?"
"I am on top of it," Maladicta replied. "It's just that... well, if there's going to be dancing I can't guarantee I won't lift you up into the air while the rest of the room fades away around us, if you get my meaning."
"I wouldn't mind," said Polly.
"I would. It's such a vampire thing to do."
"Well," said Polly, putting her arms around Maladict's uniformed shoulders, "when it's all over, you can rip it off me if you like."
Maladicta grinned again, but this time without an edge of nervousness. "I suppose there'll be billowing curtains as well."
"If there aren't, I'm sure they can be arranged."
"The League'd give me hell for a little scene like that."
"But wouldn't it be worth it?" said Polly.
Maladict kissed Polly. Or perhaps Polly kissed Maladicta. It was hard to tell.
"You're a terrible temptress, you know that?" said the vampire.
"It must be the company I keep," said Polly.
"I don't tempt attractive young women any more," said Maladict. "I'm reformed."
Polly kissed her. "That's why I'm doing it for you."
They kissed again, deeper this time. Thoughts of the dress faded from Polly's mind, as did pretty much everything else. Everything always did. She'd wondered sometimes whether it was because she was with a vampire or if it was because she was with the woman she loved. Maybe it was both. Probably it was both.
Someone moaned softly as there lips parted for the briefest of moments. Polly couldn't tell who it was, but then again, she wasn't exactly paying attention to such trifles in any case. Kissing Maladicta was more important than a little trifle like that.
Polly felt Maladict's hands beginning to move in a way that was utterly familiar to her. This wasn't really the time for it, though, but she wasn't about to point that out to her. Freed from the vampire's embrace, Polly took a regretful step back so that Maladicta could begin undoing the buttons on her uniform and she could begin undoing the ones on hers. The speed and efficiency with which they did so was almost disappointing. There'd been a time where Mal had always been so eager she'd completely fumbled when it came to undressing her. It had been kind of sweet, really. But now they'd had so much practise that even if they were completely crazed with lust, clothes formed no barrier at all to them.
Polly's jacket fell from her shoulders and dropped out of existence. Maladict's jacket joined it soon after. Maladicta then pulled Polly's undershirt over her head and tossed it aside. She smiled appreciatively at Polly's now-exposed upper body. She always did. Polly moved to take off Maladict's undershirt, but stopped short when the vampire embraced her again and kissed her breasts.
Polly breathed in sharply as Maladicta started spreading kisses across her chest and she felt her body become warmer and warmer under the vampire's cold lips. She was still (and probably would forever be) vaguely annoyed at the fact that there wasn't that much there for Maladict to cover, but her rapidly awakening lust easily smothered every hint of that annoyance. Her breathing deepened and turned to quiet moans when Mal's lips closed around one of her nipples and flicked with her tongue before moving further with her kisses.
Polly watched as Maladicta glanced up mischievously as she kissed her way down her stomach. She shrieked when the vampire's tongue briefly dipped into her belly button, the quick but surprisingly intense sensation barely masking Maladict's hands beginning to undo her trousers. Polly pushed her away as gently as she could, sat down on the floor and took her boots off. Maladicta looked puzzled for a moment, grinned, and took off her shirt.
She'd finished undressing herself just as Maladict was in the midst of taking off her panties. She couldn't take them off completely, though, as Polly leaned and kissed her, carefully guiding the vampire onto her back. One of Polly's hands entwined itself in Maladicta's short hair as she kissed her vampiric lover and her heat began to warm Maladict's cold body.
Polly felt one of Maladicta's legs rise and she moved without thinking until she pressed against it, her fluids flowing onto the vampire's skin. Pleasure welled up inside of her as she grinded against Maladict's leg. She kept kissing Maladicta for so long as she could until the lust flowing through her forced her to tear her lips away and moan. Maladict seemed to take advantage of Polly's moaning and the arching of her writhing body to kiss her breasts again.
Her eyes closed, Polly's body moved almost on its own, pleasure flooding her from between her legs and from her chest. Part of her insisted that this wasn't fair, that she should at least try to share her pleasure with Maladicta as best she could. But it was no use. Maladict knew exactly how to best drive her further and further with the barest of efforts, even though it was Polly's naked body dancing on the vampire's.
Moans turning to groans, her breasts shining with Maladicta's saliva and the vampire's leg shining with her own juices, Polly felt her climax coming nearer and nearer. Groaning through clenched teeth, Polly shuddered and then, suddenly, still managing to take her by surprise, she came. Her orgasm flooded her, drowning the whole of existence, even Maladict, in a sea of pleasure.
As her orgasm passed, Polly fell on top of Maladicta's body, who was very real again. She kissed her deeply and with great satisfaction.
Maladict carefully pushed her away a bit. "My coffee's ready," she said.
Polly smiled regretfully. "Right."
She rolled off of Maladicta and sat on the floor. Casually removing her panties, Maladict rose and, stark naked, went to get her coffee.
That was the problem with having a reformed vampire for a lover. Or at least, this reformed vampire. If Maladicta had been human, Polly would've told her to forget the coffee in favour of more exciting things. In fact, she wouldn't have told her anything. She'd just move on to those more exciting things.
But Maladict needed her coffee.
Polly got to her feet and walked to their little kitchen, where Maladicta was already sipping her coffee, standing with perfect poise and grace. It was probably the only vampire thing she would never be able to shake. Even though she was naked and there was a stain on her leg trickling very slowly downward, she looked entirely smooth and stylish.
Moving behind her, Polly put her arms around Maladict's waist and kissed her shoulder.
"I don't think I'll wear that dress," she said.
"No?" said Maladicta.
"No," said Polly. "I think I'll just wear my dress uniform."
"The male version of the female one?"
"Female, I think," said Polly.
"Pity," said Maladict. "It would be rather amusing if the Face of Borogravia was a woman wearing men's clothes. So you'll be sending the dress back then?"
"No, I think I'll keep it," said Polly. She kissed Maladicta's cheek. "For... private functions," she added in a whisper.
Maladict shivered. "I did tell you what the League would think if they found out about such an... indulgence."
"You did," said Polly. "But wouldn't it be worth it?"
Maladicta carefully put down her cup. Then she turned around and kissed her. Polly leaned into her and returned the kiss, more or less forcing the vampire to lean back and rest her hands on the draining board. She pulled back and began to kiss her way down the vampire's body. Maladict didn't do or say anything to stop her, even though she hadn't even finished her first cup of coffee. Polly felt oddly pleased with that.
Raining kisses further and further down Maladicta's body, Polly moved from her lover's neck, down the valley between her breasts and across her stomach until, crouching down as she did so, she found their way inbetween her legs. She was pleased but not surprised to find Maladict already wet with arousal. She didn't know if the vampire's body prepared itself on its own or if Maladicta had to force her reaction somehow. What she did know, and what was far more important to her, was that if she put her lips here and licked Maladict like this, she could make her moan. So she did, and relished the sounds of Maladicta's pleasure beginning to fill her ears.
Polly kissed and licked Maladict's slit with precise calculation. Maladicta moaned and shuddered every time her lips or tongue touched her at exactly the right place. It wasn't long before Polly found Mal moving instinctively in response to her attentions. But while others might look crazed or absurd as they moaned and writhed with lust, Maladict managed to do even this with breathtaking grace. It might have been annoying if Polly didn't find it so beautiful.
Polly's lips closed around Maladicta's clit and she let her tongue circle around it, causing her to scream. She sucked and licked patiently and carefully, while above her Maladict's writhing became more pronounced and intense. She touched it once with the tip of her tongue, then kissed her just beneath it before kissing her deeply, her tongue slipping into her.
Moaning loudly, Maladicta shuddered, her body arching as Polly's tongue caressed her walls. She happily drank from her, enjoying her taste on her tongue. She felt Maladict put her hand on her head, as though to push her further into her. Polly ignored it. Judging from... well... everything it was obvious that she was doing more enough already to fuel the blaze spreading through Maladicta's body.
There was a high-pitched shriek and for a brief moment Polly feared Maladict was about to transform into a flock of bats again. But that fear was quickly put to rest when Maladicta let go of Polly's head and her shriek turned to a series of incoherent moans as her pussy tightened around her tongue and her orgasm ripped through her.
Polly pulled out of Maladict and kissed and licked her slit, lapping up her juices, trying to prolong the vampire's orgasm as much as she could and perhaps stimulating her enough for another one. Giving her lover multiple orgasms was always worth a little extra effort.
Polly heard Maladicta breathe out slowly and looked up when the vampire slowly began brushing her hair.
"Are you trying to break my coffee addiction?" she said, smiling faintly.
Polly stood up and grinned. "Is that what I'm doing?"
"You really shouldn't, you know," said Maladict. "I don't think you have the stamina for it."
"So you're saying maybe it'd be best if I sent the dress back after all," said Polly.
Maladicta smiled like only a real vampire could.
"Oh, I never said that."
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