“I was jus’ curious is all love. I mean, I’ve never really seen you in this sort o’ light y’know? No doubt in m’ mind though tha’ your armor will protect you, it is your job I ‘spose.” Victor held her gaze with a small smile. “Being a vampire helps a lot in my job, especially because I absobloodylutely hated wearing even a kevlar vest.”
“If you think the armour is impressive, wait until it actually comes down to combat. Speaking of which, it’s really time to go.” Summer slid off the bed and stretched, shaking her shoulders to get everything settled. One hand checked her hair while she walked over to the door. “Keys, room key, phone, ids — I’m ready.”`
He checked the time and made sure he had all of his things again then nodded. “Alright, let’s go. I can’t wait t’ get out an’ go explorin’ in th’ woods. One o’ th’ few places I can be me.” Victor headed for the door and out of the room. “So, I’ve a few ideas of where he might be, mainly we can either scent him out or if you can sense him, or hell, we could try both. But I’d bet good money he’s in the woods, right under the werewolves’ noses.”
Summer bit her tongue. Now was not the time to grumble at him about how insulted she felt that he implied he couldn’t be himself with her. She just pulled the door closed and checked the latch, then followed him out of the hotel.
“Start with where you think he is. I’ll just play hole card for now, until I’m needed.”
He chuckled a bit as she stole a kiss from him and watched with fascination as she put her armor back on. Victor smiled as she perched on the bed and put his paper down. He stretched as he stood then made his way over to his uniform. He pulled his pants on first and then slipped into his boots. His long sleeved top came next before he wrapped his utility belt around his waist. Victor examined each and every one of his weapons before placing them in their respective places on his belt. “Wha’s your armor made of?” he asked while he strapped his knife to his calf and holstered his handgun.
“Battle steel over kevlar, threaded with copper. Why? I already told you it’s bulletproof and fireproof and a host of other things.” Summer folded her arms, tapping her fingers against the chestpiece. A smile dimpled her cheeks. “It won’t fit you, if that’s what you’re thinking, and even if it would I don’t recommend it. You wouldn’t like the results.”
“I was jus’ curious is all love. I mean, I’ve never really seen you in this sort o’ light y’know? No doubt in m’ mind though tha’ your armor will protect you, it is your job I ‘spose.” Victor held her gaze with a small smile. “Being a vampire helps a lot in my job, especially because I absobloodylutely hated wearing even a kevlar vest.”
“If you think the armour is impressive, wait until it actually comes down to combat. Speaking of which, it’s really time to go.” Summer slid off the bed and stretched, shaking her shoulders to get everything settled. One hand checked her hair while she walked over to the door. “Keys, room key, phone, ids — I’m ready.”`
“Oh, that’s lovely,” Summer murmured, smiling. “I could get used to this.” She sniffed again, closing her eyes, then stretched luxuriously and threw back the covers. “Time is it?” She didn’t hang around for the answer, looping her hair in a swift, practised motion around her throat and padding into the bathroom. A ‘spang’ noise announced the escape of a hair clip through the bathroom door, and then she stalked out after it, one hand holding her hair on top of her head. “I do have time for a shower, right? It won’t take me five minutes.”
Victor’s gaze danced along her body as she stretched and then he smirked after her as she padded to the bathroom. “Of course love!” he shouted after her then took another sip of his coffee. He checked his watch; they still had 45 minutes before they really had to go again. Victor smiled to himself as he paused for a moment, he could get used to watching her get out of bed in the morning.
She took a swift shower, scrubbing hard and neatly, and emerged wrapped in a towel, her hair still pinned up on top of her head. She stole a quick kiss from Victor before putting her armor back on, piece by slow piece. Then she brushed her hair out, braiding it tightly, before perching on the end of the bed.
“Ready.”
He chuckled a bit as she stole a kiss from him and watched with fascination as she put her armor back on. Victor smiled as she perched on the bed and put his paper down. He stretched as he stood then made his way over to his uniform. He pulled his pants on first and then slipped into his boots. His long sleeved top came next before he wrapped his utility belt around his waist. Victor examined each and every one of his weapons before placing them in their respective places on his belt. “Wha’s your armor made of?” he asked while he strapped his knife to his calf and holstered his handgun.
“Battle steel over kevlar, threaded with copper. Why? I already told you it’s bulletproof and fireproof and a host of other things.” Summer folded her arms, tapping her fingers against the chestpiece. A smile dimpled her cheeks. “It won’t fit you, if that’s what you’re thinking, and even if it would I don’t recommend it. You wouldn’t like the results.”
“Oh, that’s lovely,” Summer murmured, smiling. “I could get used to this.” She sniffed again, closing her eyes, then stretched luxuriously and threw back the covers. “Time is it?” She didn’t hang around for the answer, looping her hair in a swift, practised motion around her throat and padding into the bathroom. A ‘spang’ noise announced the escape of a hair clip through the bathroom door, and then she stalked out after it, one hand holding her hair on top of her head. “I do have time for a shower, right? It won’t take me five minutes.”
Victor’s gaze danced along her body as she stretched and then he smirked after her as she padded to the bathroom. “Of course love!” he shouted after her then took another sip of his coffee. He checked his watch; they still had 45 minutes before they really had to go again. Victor smiled to himself as he paused for a moment, he could get used to watching her get out of bed in the morning.
She took a swift shower, scrubbing hard and neatly, and emerged wrapped in a towel, her hair still pinned up on top of her head. She stole a quick kiss from Victor before putting her armor back on, piece by slow piece. Then she brushed her hair out, braiding it tightly, before perching on the end of the bed.
His climax jerked her over the edge after him, and his kiss smothered her cry. Long moments later, she came back to herself. “You’re /so/ biased,” she said lazily, arching up into him. She shuddered in the aftershocks. “When do you want,” she had to pause to breathe again, “want me to be ready tomorrow?”
Victor chuckled a little and kissed her gently, “Biased I may be, doesn’t make me wrong though.” He moved them so that they were spooning, one hand running lightly up and down her arm while his chin rested atop her head. “Well, vampires are weakest during the day so I want to be on the hunt by 11 in the morning. That gives us time to familiarize ourselves with the terrain a bit more as well as time to track where he’s been.”
Summer yawned hugely, her jaw cracking in the middle. Curled up in the arc of his body, she felt limp and relaxed, like she might actually be able to sleep. “Kay.” The acquiescence was muffled. “Alarm?” She didn’t hear his answer.
Light streaming in through the windows woke her some time later. The room smelled deliciously of coffee and faintly of clean Victor. She rolled over from her facedown sprawl, limbs stretching, and looked for the vampire.
Victor could hear her breathing slow and her heartbeat calm as she gave way to the blissful, worn out sleep that comes after making love. He gave her another kiss on the top of her head and pulled her closer to him.
The next morning found him awake quite early, the anticipation of the upcoming hunt keeping him from sleeping too much. Without much more thought he slipped out of bed, making sure to pull the blanket around Summer so that she wouldn’t wake up from his lack of heat and then headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Once he was clean, Victor shut the water off, grabbed the towel to dry himself off then wrapped the towel around his waist. As he walked through the kitchen back to the bed Victor turned the coffee pot on and called room service to deliver a small breakfast of muffins and fresh fruit to their room. He padded over to the table they had dined at the night before and fished his boxers out from where they’d landed on the floor. Clad in his boxers, Victor retrieved the paper and food when the room service arrived. He thanked the man and then sat down at the table and became engrossed in the paper with a cup of the coffee he’d brewed in hand.
“Oh, that’s lovely,” Summer murmured, smiling. “I could get used to this.” She sniffed again, closing her eyes, then stretched luxuriously and threw back the covers. “Time is it?” She didn’t hang around for the answer, looping her hair in a swift, practised motion around her throat and padding into the bathroom. A ‘spang’ noise announced the escape of a hair clip through the bathroom door, and then she stalked out after it, one hand holding her hair on top of her head. “I do have time for a shower, right? It won’t take me five minutes.”
Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease … She was so close. /So/ close. She writhed under him, striving for that one place that would tumble them both over the edge, but couldn’t find it. It was painful, how it hovered just out of reach. She wailed with frustration.
Finally, his control unraveled completely and he lost himself in his pleasure, thrusting deeply into Summer one more time before his hips stuttered and his body tensed. Her name was a strangled grunt tumbling over his lips as he came and he kissed her fiercely. He rested his head in the crook of her shoulder, still holding his weight up even as his arms shook.
Victor peeked over at her as he gently and tenderly mouthed at her throat, “You’re so beautiful love.”
His climax jerked her over the edge after him, and his kiss smothered her cry. Long moments later, she came back to herself. “You’re /so/ biased,” she said lazily, arching up into him. She shuddered in the aftershocks. “When do you want,” she had to pause to breathe again, “want me to be ready tomorrow?”
Victor chuckled a little and kissed her gently, “Biased I may be, doesn’t make me wrong though.” He moved them so that they were spooning, one hand running lightly up and down her arm while his chin rested atop her head. “Well, vampires are weakest during the day so I want to be on the hunt by 11 in the morning. That gives us time to familiarize ourselves with the terrain a bit more as well as time to track where he’s been.”
Summer yawned hugely, her jaw cracking in the middle. Curled up in the arc of his body, she felt limp and relaxed, like she might actually be able to sleep. “Kay.” The acquiescence was muffled. “Alarm?” She didn’t hear his answer.
Light streaming in through the windows woke her some time later. The room smelled deliciously of coffee and faintly of clean Victor. She rolled over from her facedown sprawl, limbs stretching, and looked for the vampire.
Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease … She was so close. /So/ close. She writhed under him, striving for that one place that would tumble them both over the edge, but couldn’t find it. It was painful, how it hovered just out of reach. She wailed with frustration.
Finally, his control unraveled completely and he lost himself in his pleasure, thrusting deeply into Summer one more time before his hips stuttered and his body tensed. Her name was a strangled grunt tumbling over his lips as he came and he kissed her fiercely. He rested his head in the crook of her shoulder, still holding his weight up even as his arms shook.
Victor peeked over at her as he gently and tenderly mouthed at her throat, “You’re so beautiful love.”
His climax jerked her over the edge after him, and his kiss smothered her cry. Long moments later, she came back to herself. “You’re /so/ biased,” she said lazily, arching up into him. She shuddered in the aftershocks. “When do you want,” she had to pause to breathe again, “want me to be ready tomorrow?”
When he finally took her completely, she locked her legs around his hips, hoping to hold him there. She needed that sense of being filled, of enclosing and being enclosed. “Victor, darling …” she whispered. Closing her eyes, she rolled her hips slowly, muscles squeezing and flexing. What had been a jolting, roller-coaster climb to orgasm became a smooth, steady ascent, marred only by the fact that she couldn’t pull his head down to kiss him.
Victor braced his hands on either side of her head, eyes closed momentarily and his body seemed to shake as she flexed her muscles around him. “Yes love?” he asked as he planted tiny kisses just below her ear and at the corner of her mouth. He increased his pace a little, but still interested in enjoying the feel of their bodies meshing as one time after time than focused on reaching their end.
Summer couldn’t answer him, thoughts too jumbled by the increasing perfection of their motion together. Rhythmic moans slid from her lips, part begging and part satisfaction. She craned her head round to catch his mouth, biting at his lip. Breathing was irrelevant.
He grunted a little when she bit his lip and his mumbled “fuck” joined the sounds of her moans. Victor slowed his pace again, taking the time to thrust hard and deep three times before resuming his previous pace. He nipped back at her lip and noticed that his steady pace was becoming more and more erratic as he was well on his journey of losing control.
Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease … She was so close. /So/ close. She writhed under him, striving for that one place that would tumble them both over the edge, but couldn’t find it. It was painful, how it hovered just out of reach. She wailed with frustration.
He reveled in the way her body reacted to him, in the little sounds she made, trying to get him to thrust into her more fully. Victor reached down with one hand and thumbed her clit while he thrust shallowly into her. While his cock and hand were busy he began nipping, sucking and tonguing her breasts.
Finally, when even Victor could no longer take his own teasing, he positioned himself and thrust into her so that he was completely inside of her, a drawn out groan coming from him as she surrounded his cock.
When he finally took her completely, she locked her legs around his hips, hoping to hold him there. She needed that sense of being filled, of enclosing and being enclosed. “Victor, darling …” she whispered. Closing her eyes, she rolled her hips slowly, muscles squeezing and flexing. What had been a jolting, roller-coaster climb to orgasm became a smooth, steady ascent, marred only by the fact that she couldn’t pull his head down to kiss him.
Victor braced his hands on either side of her head, eyes closed momentarily and his body seemed to shake as she flexed her muscles around him. “Yes love?” he asked as he planted tiny kisses just below her ear and at the corner of her mouth. He increased his pace a little, but still interested in enjoying the feel of their bodies meshing as one time after time than focused on reaching their end.
Summer couldn’t answer him, thoughts too jumbled by the increasing perfection of their motion together. Rhythmic moans slid from her lips, part begging and part satisfaction. She craned her head round to catch his mouth, biting at his lip. Breathing was irrelevant.
Summer began to writhe in truth, aching with absence after he’d opened her up. Words were a foreign concept; but she begged wordlessly, small pitiful sounds. She drew her knees together, hoping to trick him into greater depth, and tried to push downward as he thrust, all to no avail.
He reveled in the way her body reacted to him, in the little sounds she made, trying to get him to thrust into her more fully. Victor reached down with one hand and thumbed her clit while he thrust shallowly into her. While his cock and hand were busy he began nipping, sucking and tonguing her breasts.
Finally, when even Victor could no longer take his own teasing, he positioned himself and thrust into her so that he was completely inside of her, a drawn out groan coming from him as she surrounded his cock.
When he finally took her completely, she locked her legs around his hips, hoping to hold him there. She needed that sense of being filled, of enclosing and being enclosed. “Victor, darling …” she whispered. Closing her eyes, she rolled her hips slowly, muscles squeezing and flexing. What had been a jolting, roller-coaster climb to orgasm became a smooth, steady ascent, marred only by the fact that she couldn’t pull his head down to kiss him.