“I really do.” Carefully she slipped past the curtain behind Victor, planting a quick kiss on his shoulderblades. “One day,” she sighed, “I’ll be able to buy a house with a big shower and a separate tub.”
Victor nodded as he lathered some shampoo in his hair. “If you ever want some help with that love you need only ask. I, myself, want to take the time out some day and build my own house,” He trailed off wistfully, “Some island somewhere.”
“You’ll starve,” she predicted equitably. “Islands are nice, but ultimately not that practical. Shame, really.”
A laugh escaped him and he half joked, “I’ll fish and garden then!” His smile kept up even as he recalled the camp runs he had to do back at the Institute, surviving for two and a half days given only a knife. “I think I’d do alright.”
“No, silly, human food is easy. Vampire food … not so simple, yes?” She picked up the soap, squirting a blob into her hand, and began to wash his back. “Anyway, you would miss me.” That was complacent.
His back arched a little at the sudden cold of the soap before he relaxed again. “Ah, yeah, believe it or not, I tend to forget myself when it comes to survival situations like that, the training has been drilled in pretty far I guess.” Victor turned around for a moment to place a kiss on her nose and begin to wash her with some soap as well. “You are most definitely right, I would miss you far too much.”
“Better find a populated island — oh, wait! We are on one.” Summer grinned. “Oy, hey! I was just going to rinse off … “
“Very true; I suppose somewhere upstate would be nice.” He stuck his tongue out at her. “Well I suppose it’s a good thing we’re in the shower so that you can just rinse off again silly.”
She sighed, half smiling, and pushed past him to stand under the water. “Maybe we can think of places over dinner. In the meantime, stop being so sexy so we might actually make it to your surprise!”
“I really do.” Carefully she slipped past the curtain behind Victor, planting a quick kiss on his shoulderblades. “One day,” she sighed, “I’ll be able to buy a house with a big shower and a separate tub.”
Victor nodded as he lathered some shampoo in his hair. “If you ever want some help with that love you need only ask. I, myself, want to take the time out some day and build my own house,” He trailed off wistfully, “Some island somewhere.”
“You’ll starve,” she predicted equitably. “Islands are nice, but ultimately not that practical. Shame, really.”
A laugh escaped him and he half joked, “I’ll fish and garden then!” His smile kept up even as he recalled the camp runs he had to do back at the Institute, surviving for two and a half days given only a knife. “I think I’d do alright.”
“No, silly, human food is easy. Vampire food … not so simple, yes?” She picked up the soap, squirting a blob into her hand, and began to wash his back. “Anyway, you would miss me.” That was complacent.
His back arched a little at the sudden cold of the soap before he relaxed again. “Ah, yeah, believe it or not, I tend to forget myself when it comes to survival situations like that, the training has been drilled in pretty far I guess.” Victor turned around for a moment to place a kiss on her nose and begin to wash her with some soap as well. “You are most definitely right, I would miss you far too much.”
“Better find a populated island — oh, wait! We are on one.” Summer grinned. “Oy, hey! I was just going to rinse off … “
“I really do.” Carefully she slipped past the curtain behind Victor, planting a quick kiss on his shoulderblades. “One day,” she sighed, “I’ll be able to buy a house with a big shower and a separate tub.”
Victor nodded as he lathered some shampoo in his hair. “If you ever want some help with that love you need only ask. I, myself, want to take the time out some day and build my own house,” He trailed off wistfully, “Some island somewhere.”
“You’ll starve,” she predicted equitably. “Islands are nice, but ultimately not that practical. Shame, really.”
A laugh escaped him and he half joked, “I’ll fish and garden then!” His smile kept up even as he recalled the camp runs he had to do back at the Institute, surviving for two and a half days given only a knife. “I think I’d do alright.”
“No, silly, human food is easy. Vampire food … not so simple, yes?” She picked up the soap, squirting a blob into her hand, and began to wash his back. “Anyway, you would miss me.” That was complacent.
“I really do.” Carefully she slipped past the curtain behind Victor, planting a quick kiss on his shoulderblades. “One day,” she sighed, “I’ll be able to buy a house with a big shower and a separate tub.”
Victor nodded as he lathered some shampoo in his hair. “If you ever want some help with that love you need only ask. I, myself, want to take the time out some day and build my own house,” He trailed off wistfully, “Some island somewhere.”
“You’ll starve,” she predicted equitably. “Islands are nice, but ultimately not that practical. Shame, really.”
His body shook in silent laughter before he grunted, “Sorry Summer,” then rolled over so that she was laying on top of him. Victor wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. “That was fantastic.” Each word was accented by a kiss in her hair.
Slowly she hitched herself up over him, rocking a little. “You always say that,” she murmured, smiling, hair falling in ruffled waves over her face. “I think we had better take a shower together, and no shenanigans.”
He chuckled a bit, “That’s because it always is fantastic dear.” Victor gave her a kiss then nodded, “That’s probably a good idea, we still have a little bit before we have to leave for the show.” He got up and headed for the bathroom to start the shower so that it would be warm for them. He peeked out of the bathroom and smirked at her, “I’ll behave if you promise to love.”
Summer laughed, pinning her hair back up atop her head. “I /always/ behave. What is this nonsense? I am a perfect angel.” Peeling back out of the dress, she sauntered into the bathroom, one hand playing with the necklace.
Victor chuckled, “Sure love,” then he took his watch off and set it on the sink top before turning to look at Summer. “So you like the necklace then?” He gave her another peck on the lips then stepped inside the shower.
“I really do.” Carefully she slipped past the curtain behind Victor, planting a quick kiss on his shoulderblades. “One day,” she sighed, “I’ll be able to buy a house with a big shower and a separate tub.”
All she could do was cry out under him, clinging and gladly helpless. It was almost painful, so sensitive was she, but an oddly desirable pain, like the scrape of nails into one’s skin. “Over,” she hissed, body starting to tremble.
His hands on either side of her head braced him as he pounded into her. His breath came in ragged pants until finally, with a sharp grunt he climaxed. Every muscle in his body stiffened as he half lurched forward and brought their chests flush against each other. He gave a full body shudder and half collapsed.
The weight of Victor’s body squeezed a laugh out of her. “Victor, darling,” Summer murmured, reaching up to stroke his hair. “You’re heavy, love.”
His body shook in silent laughter before he grunted, “Sorry Summer,” then rolled over so that she was laying on top of him. Victor wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. “That was fantastic.” Each word was accented by a kiss in her hair.
Slowly she hitched herself up over him, rocking a little. “You always say that,” she murmured, smiling, hair falling in ruffled waves over her face. “I think we had better take a shower together, and no shenanigans.”
He chuckled a bit, “That’s because it always is fantastic dear.” Victor gave her a kiss then nodded, “That’s probably a good idea, we still have a little bit before we have to leave for the show.” He got up and headed for the bathroom to start the shower so that it would be warm for them. He peeked out of the bathroom and smirked at her, “I’ll behave if you promise to love.”
Summer laughed, pinning her hair back up atop her head. “I /always/ behave. What is this nonsense? I am a perfect angel.” Peeling back out of the dress, she sauntered into the bathroom, one hand playing with the necklace.
All she could do was cry out under him, clinging and gladly helpless. It was almost painful, so sensitive was she, but an oddly desirable pain, like the scrape of nails into one’s skin. “Over,” she hissed, body starting to tremble.
His hands on either side of her head braced him as he pounded into her. His breath came in ragged pants until finally, with a sharp grunt he climaxed. Every muscle in his body stiffened as he half lurched forward and brought their chests flush against each other. He gave a full body shudder and half collapsed.
The weight of Victor’s body squeezed a laugh out of her. “Victor, darling,” Summer murmured, reaching up to stroke his hair. “You’re heavy, love.”
His body shook in silent laughter before he grunted, “Sorry Summer,” then rolled over so that she was laying on top of him. Victor wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. “That was fantastic.” Each word was accented by a kiss in her hair.
Slowly she hitched herself up over him, rocking a little. “You always say that,” she murmured, smiling, hair falling in ruffled waves over her face. “I think we had better take a shower together, and no shenanigans.”
All she could do was cry out under him, clinging and gladly helpless. It was almost painful, so sensitive was she, but an oddly desirable pain, like the scrape of nails into one’s skin. “Over,” she hissed, body starting to tremble.
His hands on either side of her head braced him as he pounded into her. His breath came in ragged pants until finally, with a sharp grunt he climaxed. Every muscle in his body stiffened as he half lurched forward and brought their chests flush against each other. He gave a full body shudder and half collapsed.
The weight of Victor’s body squeezed a laugh out of her. “Victor, darling,” Summer murmured, reaching up to stroke his hair. “You’re heavy, love.”
He hummed appreciatively when she went to taste herself on his lips then let out a moan as his still clothed cock rubbed against her thigh. “Christ,” he muttered as his whole body shuddered. His eyes glittered a dark warm brown at her words, loving the way the words rolled off of her tongue.
Summer whispered, “What is it, darling? Do you need a turn?” She laughed, low in her throat, eyes half-lidded and still hazy. “So thoughtful, so good, wonderful darling Victor.” So she was a little drunk on his emotions. “Je’t amie, aishiteru, te amo, love you, love you, love you.”
He nodded, words escaping him as his hips ground against her’s, involuntarily seeking friction. Instead of telling her he loved her he pushed all of his love towards her. “Fuck, darling, I’m going to make a mess of my pants soon,” he murmured while he mouthed her throat.
“Come to me, come into — oh — ” Words dissolved under his projection, pulling another climax from her overwrought nerves. She pressed up against him, head thrown back. “Need you,” she managed. “Please.”
Watching her arch in the throes of another climax sent a thrill through him. Quickly, he rocked back on his heels and to his feet where he wrenched his shirt off and pulled his pants and boxers down. Victor rejoined her back on the bed, grabbing her thighs and pulling her closer to him. His hand guided his cock inside of her and his eyes closed from the sheer pleasure. Once he was sheathed in her however, he wasted no time, setting a hard rhythm.
All she could do was cry out under him, clinging and gladly helpless. It was almost painful, so sensitive was she, but an oddly desirable pain, like the scrape of nails into one’s skin. “Over,” she hissed, body starting to tremble.
“Well, I try, love,” Victor replied as he climbed back up to her so that he was hovering slightly to the her right side. “Yes dear?”
Rather than answer, she kissed the taste of herself off his mouth, grasping at his shoulders and pulling him down. “Je’t amie,” she whispered, green eyes dark with pleasure.
He hummed appreciatively when she went to taste herself on his lips then let out a moan as his still clothed cock rubbed against her thigh. “Christ,” he muttered as his whole body shuddered. His eyes glittered a dark warm brown at her words, loving the way the words rolled off of her tongue.
Summer whispered, “What is it, darling? Do you need a turn?” She laughed, low in her throat, eyes half-lidded and still hazy. “So thoughtful, so good, wonderful darling Victor.” So she was a little drunk on his emotions. “Je’t amie, aishiteru, te amo, love you, love you, love you.”
He nodded, words escaping him as his hips ground against her’s, involuntarily seeking friction. Instead of telling her he loved her he pushed all of his love towards her. “Fuck, darling, I’m going to make a mess of my pants soon,” he murmured while he mouthed her throat.
“Come to me, come into — oh — ” Words dissolved under his projection, pulling another climax from her overwrought nerves. She pressed up against him, head thrown back. “Need you,” she managed. “Please.”