“An’ I would miss you dearly, my darlin’ Summer.” His voice was as soft as hers and the kiss he planted on her lips was gentle as well. Victor moved them so that she was more on top of him, and he stroked her hair soothingly. “I love you too love an’ tha’s never going t’ change.”
Summer stroked her fingertips down his face, feeling suddenly much warmer and decidedly happy. “You’re so wonderful. How did I ever deserve you? How did you ever come to fall in love with me?” Her voice was still low, introspective, and she lowered her head to kiss the corner of his mouth lightly.
He held her close to him and let out a sigh of contentment. “How could I not fall in love with you? You’re honest, intelligent, sexy an’ th’ most caring person I know.” Victor nuzzled her neck and smiled against her skin before mouthing her neck teasingly. “I don’ think it’s about who deserves what, I think it’s about us bein’ happy yeah?”
Summer laughed a little. “You, sir, are /very/ biased. Now, if I’m going to belong to you, it had better be worth my while. What can you offer me, Victor darling, that I don’t have already with this mark?”
“Well, for starters, I can offer you more marks.” He laughed and made another one. “I’d give you all of me an’ I mean that.” His tone and face was serious but there was a smile tugging at his lips.
“Stop that,” she scolded. “No more of that until you tell me what it means, because I get the feeling there’s more to this than your mouth against my skin.”
“Oh,” a small and devious grin crept at the corners of Victor’s mouth, “well, I’m sure I can help warm you up a bit.” He leaned over her again so that their chests were flush again and kissed her deeply. “Don’t worry Summer, I’m not goin’ anywhere, an’ ‘m very real.” A kiss punctuated his last statement. He took one of her hands, brought it to his chest for a moment before going on to bring it up to his cheek. “See, ‘m right ‘ere.”
Her smile broadened. “Don’t go disappearing into smoke or shadows on me now,” she whispered. “I love you, and I would miss you, my vampire Victor.”
“An’ I would miss you dearly, my darlin’ Summer.” His voice was as soft as hers and the kiss he planted on her lips was gentle as well. Victor moved them so that she was more on top of him, and he stroked her hair soothingly. “I love you too love an’ tha’s never going t’ change.”
Summer stroked her fingertips down his face, feeling suddenly much warmer and decidedly happy. “You’re so wonderful. How did I ever deserve you? How did you ever come to fall in love with me?” Her voice was still low, introspective, and she lowered her head to kiss the corner of his mouth lightly.
He held her close to him and let out a sigh of contentment. “How could I not fall in love with you? You’re honest, intelligent, sexy an’ th’ most caring person I know.” Victor nuzzled her neck and smiled against her skin before mouthing her neck teasingly. “I don’ think it’s about who deserves what, I think it’s about us bein’ happy yeah?”
Summer laughed a little. “You, sir, are /very/ biased. Now, if I’m going to belong to you, it had better be worth my while. What can you offer me, Victor darling, that I don’t have already with this mark?”
He maneuvered them so that they were half sitting, half lying down next to each other on the couch. He kissed her chastely before pulling back and looking her in the eyes. “Something up love? You know I’m just as content to sit here and lazily kiss you all day, but is everything else alright?” Victor asked, as his eyes took her in, trying to figure out what was going through her mind.
“‘m a little cold now, but that’s all.” Summer’s gaze flickered over his face, a shy smile curving the corners of her mouth. “Sometimes I just have a hard time believing you’re real.”
“Oh,” a small and devious grin crept at the corners of Victor’s mouth, “well, I’m sure I can help warm you up a bit.” He leaned over her again so that their chests were flush again and kissed her deeply. “Don’t worry Summer, I’m not goin’ anywhere, an’ ‘m very real.” A kiss punctuated his last statement. He took one of her hands, brought it to his chest for a moment before going on to bring it up to his cheek. “See, ‘m right ‘ere.”
Her smile broadened. “Don’t go disappearing into smoke or shadows on me now,” she whispered. “I love you, and I would miss you, my vampire Victor.”
“An’ I would miss you dearly, my darlin’ Summer.” His voice was as soft as hers and the kiss he planted on her lips was gentle as well. Victor moved them so that she was more on top of him, and he stroked her hair soothingly. “I love you too love an’ tha’s never going t’ change.”
Summer stroked her fingertips down his face, feeling suddenly much warmer and decidedly happy. “You’re so wonderful. How did I ever deserve you? How did you ever come to fall in love with me?” Her voice was still low, introspective, and she lowered her head to kiss the corner of his mouth lightly.
“You’re always in such a hurry,” Summer commented wryly. “Is that any way to treat clothes, especially clothes that nice?”
Distractedly, Victor murmured against her lips, “Can buy more…jus’ clothes.” He kissed her soundly again before looking into her eyes, “Unless you’d like me to slow down darling?”
“We’re not all made of money,” she murmured, a little distracted. “I just want to sit here and be kissed by you, that’s all.”
He maneuvered them so that they were half sitting, half lying down next to each other on the couch. He kissed her chastely before pulling back and looking her in the eyes. “Something up love? You know I’m just as content to sit here and lazily kiss you all day, but is everything else alright?” Victor asked, as his eyes took her in, trying to figure out what was going through her mind.
“‘m a little cold now, but that’s all.” Summer’s gaze flickered over his face, a shy smile curving the corners of her mouth. “Sometimes I just have a hard time believing you’re real.”
“Oh,” A small and devious grin crept at the corner’s of Victor’s mouth, “well, I’m sure I can help warm you up a bit.” He leaned over her again so that their chests were flush again and kissed her deeply. “Don’t worry Summer, I’m not goin’ anywhere, an’ ‘m very real.” A kiss punctuated his last statement. He took one of her hands, brought it to his chest for a moment before going on to bring it up to his cheek. “See, ‘m right ‘ere.”
Her smile broadened. “Don’t go disappearing into smoke or shadows on me now,” she whispered. “I love you, and I would miss you, my vampire Victor.”
“You’re always in such a hurry,” Summer commented wryly. “Is that any way to treat clothes, especially clothes that nice?”
Distractedly, Victor murmured against her lips, “Can buy more…jus’ clothes.” He kissed her soundly again before looking into her eyes, “Unless you’d like me to slow down darling?”
“We’re not all made of money,” she murmured, a little distracted. “I just want to sit here and be kissed by you, that’s all.”
He maneuvered them so that they were half sitting, half lying down next to each other on the couch. He kissed her chastely before pulling back and looking her in the eyes. “Something up love? You know I’m just as content to sit here and lazily kiss you all day, but is everything else alright?” Victor asked, as his eyes took her in, trying to figure out what was going through her mind.
“‘m a little cold now, but that’s all.” Summer’s gaze flickered over his face, a shy smile curving the corners of her mouth. “Sometimes I just have a hard time believing you’re real.”
He wasted nothing of the invitation and dipped his head to the crook of her shoulder, whispering in her ear with a husky voice, “Very much like that.” Victor’s lips trailed over her throat again while his left hand crept further up her thigh, pushing the dress up a bit. Unbidden a small frustrated groan escaped him when his hand could go no further. “I used to like this dress but now it’s not being very helpful.”
Her voice stumbled when she replied, marred by a gasp in the middle. “I can’t reach the zipper myself, darling.”
Victor gave a short growl before reaching around behind her with his right hand, lifting her a little, before undoing the zipper with his left hand. He helped free her of the dress before wrenching his shirt off and going back down to her, their chests flush. “Much better.”
“You’re always in such a hurry,” Summer commented wryly. “Is that any way to treat clothes, especially clothes that nice?”
Distractedly, Victor murmured against her lips, “Can buy more…jus’ clothes.” He kissed her soundly again before looking into her eyes, “Unless you’d like me to slow down darling?”
“We’re not all made of money,” she murmured, a little distracted. “I just want to sit here and be kissed by you, that’s all.”
He wasted nothing of the invitation and dipped his head to the crook of her shoulder, whispering in her ear with a husky voice, “Very much like that.” Victor’s lips trailed over her throat again while his left hand crept further up her thigh, pushing the dress up a bit. Unbidden a small frustrated groan escaped him when his hand could go no further. “I used to like this dress but now it’s not being very helpful.”
Her voice stumbled when she replied, marred by a gasp in the middle. “I can’t reach the zipper myself, darling.”
Victor gave a short growl before reaching around behind her with his right hand, lifting her a little, before undoing the zipper with his left hand. He helped free her of the dress before wrenching his shirt off and going back down to her, their chests flush. “Much better.”
“You’re always in such a hurry,” Summer commented wryly. “Is that any way to treat clothes, especially clothes that nice?”
“Like my bonding to you, except you chose to.” Her eyelids flickered, responding to his touch, as she rolled her head to the side, exposing even more of her throat. Tingles slid down her spine.
He wasted nothing of the invitation and dipped his head to the crook of her shoulder, whispering in her ear with a husky voice, “Very much like that.” Victor’s lips trailed over her throat again while his left hand crept further up her thigh, pushing the dress up a bit. Unbidden a small frustrated groan escaped him when his hand could go no further. “I used to like this dress but now it’s not being very helpful.”
Her voice stumbled when she replied, marred by a gasp in the middle. “I can’t reach the zipper myself, darling.”
He chuckled into their kiss then leaned over her so that he could continue kissing her from a better angle. Victor’s lips wandered down and across the hollow of her neck, his fangs rasping against the delicate skin. He marked her neck. “I hope you don’t mind,” he murmured against her, “it’s something that I can’t help but do to you Summer.” His accent was thick as his arousal continued to grow.
“Can’t help,” she laughed, head tipped back. It tickled, the prickle of his fangs against her skin. Tickled, and the heat rose in her veins, wrapped in his arms. “I still don’t understand why you say that.”
Victor’s eyes twinkled as he looked up at her. “It’s literally like a compulsion, I feel the need to mark you dear.” One of his hands trailed up and down her side, slipping under her shirt and feeling her warm skin.
She freed one hand to fumble for the pendant he’d given her earlier. “So this heart is actually a collar?” Laughter lit her eyes.
He smiled in kind to the laughter in her eyes. “Well, now that’s not a bad thought at all my love.” Victor’s eyes darkened and he framed one side of her neck with his hand while his thumb caressed her jaw. “It’s really just a way for me to feel like I’ll be with you no matter where you are and if you need me, for whatever reason, I’ll come.” It was a kind of emotional statement, something Victor didn’t do very often and he followed it up with a gentle kiss on her lips.
“Like my bonding to you, except you chose to.” Her eyelids flickered, responding to his touch, as she rolled her head to the side, exposing even more of her throat. Tingles slid down her spine.
She couldn’t answer, preoccupied with their tangling tongues and the way his muscles moved under her hands.
He chuckled into their kiss then leaned over her so that he could continue kissing her from a better angle. Victor’s lips wandered down and across the hollow of her neck, his fangs rasping against the delicate skin. He marked her neck. “I hope you don’t mind,” he murmured against her, “it’s something that I can’t help but do to you Summer.” His accent was thick as his arousal continued to grow.
“Can’t help,” she laughed, head tipped back. It tickled, the prickle of his fangs against her skin. Tickled, and the heat rose in her veins, wrapped in his arms. “I still don’t understand why you say that.”
Victor’s eyes twinkled as he looked up at her. “It’s literally like a compulsion, I feel the need to mark you dear.” One of his hands trailed up and down her side, slipping under her shirt and feeling her warm skin.
She freed one hand to fumble for the pendant he’d given her earlier. “So this heart is actually a collar?” Laughter lit her eyes.