“Shhhh,” Summer breathed. She closed her eyes, holding Victor close, and laid back all her shields. She stopped trying to keep her self separate from his, and just dropped into his heart like a stone, drowning in his emotions and running away from her own. He … wanted. Motion. So she moved, rocking hips beneath him.
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Victor laughed, “Or perhaps you’re forgetting that I have much better eyesight that most other people.” He leaned to the side and unbuttoned her jeans with one hand. His fingers brushed just below the waistband of her now undone pants, teasing. “Would you like some more of that?” he asked, as he delicately trailed over her skin.
”I love it,” she breathed, throwing her head back. His hand covered her, and stroked her, and she arched forward, mouth wide in a silent gasp. It was so wonderful to finally have a boyfriend who knew what he was doing in the bedroom. Lack of opportunity wasn’t the only reason for her accidental celibacy; too many times she’d ended up taking the lead. Under Victor’s clever hands, she could simply drown in the sensation.
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“Yeah. Yeah, sure.” Summer pulled away, rubbing her hands over her face. “The glasses are in the cupboard next the fridge, top shelf.” She dropped into the couch heavily, still feeling the weight of it.
Victor gave her another kiss on her forehead then went to get cups for them. He brought the wine glasses back and opened the bottle then poured some for the each of them. He sat down next to her and put his arm around her back so that she could be close to him if she wanted. “What’s his name, love?”
“Buddy. William Edward Rainault, Jr.” Summer settled herself back into Victor’s arm, needing the warmth of him — why was he warm, as a vampire, the part of her mind trying to just run away wondered — and stared at the wine in her glass. “I don’t know where Buddy came from, but I know why it stuck, because it was just the most literally perfect description of his personality. He was everyone’s buddy. I never saw him angry. I almost never even saw him not smiling — I couldn’t look, at the viewing, because they’d made his face without that little smile, that crinkled the corners of his eyes. It wasn’t him, there.” Abruptly she drank half the glass.
He was a little concerned by the way she had downed half the glass and rubbed his thumb in circles on her shoulder. “They should’ve made him with that smile of his since that’s how he was in life. He sounds like he was a very nice person though, it’s always hard when someone like that moves on from our lives.” Victor paused a moment then twisted his body so that he was facing her a bit more. “Cheers, to Buddy and may he find more happiness wherever he is now.”
“To Buddy,” Summer echoed, draining her glass. She didn’t even ordinarily drink much, but nothing was as bitter as the taste of her sorrow, of the family’s sorrow that she could already feel leaching into her. The bonds of family were unlike other empathic bonds, but they still carried emotion, and she carried it all. She curled over, around the empty space where her sense of her grandfather had lived, and rocked silently. “I’ll have to go down there tomorrow,” she murmured into her knees.
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“Yeah. Yeah, sure.” Summer pulled away, rubbing her hands over her face. “The glasses are in the cupboard next the fridge, top shelf.” She dropped into the couch heavily, still feeling the weight of it.
Victor gave her another kiss on her forehead then went to get cups for them. He brought the wine glasses back and opened the bottle then poured some for the each of them. He sat down next to her and put his arm around her back so that she could be close to him if she wanted. “What’s his name, love?”
“Buddy. William Edward Rainault, Jr.” Summer settled herself back into Victor’s arm, needing the warmth of him — why was he warm, as a vampire, the part of her mind trying to just run away wondered — and stared at the wine in her glass. “I don’t know where Buddy came from, but I know why it stuck, because it was just the most literally perfect description of his personality. He was everyone’s buddy. I never saw him angry. I almost never even saw him not smiling — I couldn’t look, at the viewing, because they’d made his face without that little smile, that crinkled the corners of his eyes. It wasn’t him, there.” Abruptly she drank half the glass.
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It seemed like ages, but was only a few minutes, actually, when she finally ran dry for the second time. She didn’t let go, though, just kept clinging tight, shoulders heaving. “You’re right. I know you’re right. But I still miss him. He was quiet, and — an-” She swallowed the cry that tried to escape. “God. Hurts.”
“Shhh shhh shhh. I know it hurts love, I know.” He willed some of his strength to her as he saw her shoulders heaving. “I’m going to be honest, you’re not going to stop missing him, your memories of him are always going to be with you. You can’t let them consume you though love.”
“I know.” She pulled in a deep breath, borrowing his rock-steady strength for a moment, just a moment. Then Summer leaned back, looking up. “I know. It’s not the first time. I’ll survive, it’s just so new and raw.” She pressed up to kiss Victor quickly. “You help. Just … don’t leave me alone, right now?”
Victor gave her a soft smile and gave her a quick kiss in return. “Of course love, I’m not going anywhere.” He ran his hands over her arms, ghosting over her as much as he could. His touch was by no means sexual, he wanted her to feel him everywhere around her, to caress her, to make her feel comforted. “Do you fancy some wine Summer? I brought a bottle.”
“Yeah. Yeah, sure.” Summer pulled away, rubbing her hands over her face. “The glasses are in the cupboard next the fridge, top shelf.” She dropped into the couch heavily, still feeling the weight of it.
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“He — he was old, Victor darling, he was just old, and he’d been suffering pneumonia for weeks.” Her voice broke, and she dragged in a rasping breath, muffling the harsh sob into his chest. Tears burned down her face, silent after that one choked gasp.
Victor was no stranger to death, they worked side by side as a matter of fact, but he knew just how hard it was when someone he cared for died. It was a horrible feeling. “As corny as this may be, it is true, at least he doesn’t have to deal with all of the pain and suffering anymore. I’m sorry though, that you have to go through this.” He began humming an old tune he had heard several years ago when he had come across a father comforting his child. It was a soft tune that resonated in his chest. Victor rubbed her back with one of his hands and continued to rock her.
It seemed like ages, but was only a few minutes, actually, when she finally ran dry for the second time. She didn’t let go, though, just kept clinging tight, shoulders heaving. “You’re right. I know you’re right. But I still miss him. He was quiet, and — an-” She swallowed the cry that tried to escape. “God. Hurts.”
“Shhh shhh shhh. I know it hurts love, I know.” He willed some of his strength to her as he saw her shoulders heaving. “I’m going to be honest, you’re not going to stop missing him, your memories of him are always going to be with you. You can’t let them consume you though love.”
“I know.” She pulled in a deep breath, borrowing his rock-steady strength for a moment, just a moment. Then Summer leaned back, looking up. “I know. It’s not the first time. I’ll survive, it’s just so new and raw.” She pressed up to kiss Victor quickly. “You help. Just … don’t leave me alone, right now?”
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Summer had forgotten Victor’s speed, but the sudden warmth of his hold was more than welcome. She curled her hands into his coat sleeves, once again fighting the tears that had nearly run dry before he arrived. It took a long minute before she could whisper, “My grandfather — my last living grandparent — he died just a few hours ago.”
Victor held her a little tighter. “It’s ok love, it’s ok you can cry.” He closed his eyes; wished he could take away her pain. “I’m sorry Summer, what happened?”
“He — he was old, Victor darling, he was just old, and he’d been suffering pneumonia for weeks.” Her voice broke, and she dragged in a rasping breath, muffling the harsh sob into his chest. Tears burned down her face, silent after that one choked gasp.
Victor was no stranger to death, they worked side by side as a matter of fact, but he knew just how hard it was when someone he cared for died. It was a horrible feeling. “As corny as this may be, it is true, at least he doesn’t have to deal with all of the pain and suffering anymore. I’m sorry though, that you have to go through this.” He began humming an old tune he had heard several years ago when he had come across a father comforting his child. It was a soft tune that resonated in his chest. Victor rubbed her back with one of his hands and continued to rock her.
It seemed like ages, but was only a few minutes, actually, when she finally ran dry for the second time. She didn’t let go, though, just kept clinging tight, shoulders heaving. “You’re right. I know you’re right. But I still miss him. He was quiet, and — an-” She swallowed the cry that tried to escape. “God. Hurts.”
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The knock on the door startled her so badly she actually shrieked a little, jumping up from the couch. Taking a deep breath, she called, “It’s open,” and pressed a hand to her chest, willing her heart to slow down. She clicked on a lamp, then, and wiped at the tearmarks on her face, trying to think who would be visiting.
Alarmed at her shriek, Victor dashed in through the door and surveyed her. He could hear Summer’s heart beating fast and he took in her tear stained cheeks and he dropped the bottle on the couch. Victor rushed to her and pulled her to him for a hug. “What’s wrong love?”
He held her and rocked with her gently. “What’s wrong love?”
Summer had forgotten Victor’s speed, but the sudden warmth of his hold was more than welcome. She curled her hands into his coat sleeves, once again fighting the tears that had nearly run dry before he arrived. It took a long minute before she could whisper, “My grandfather — my last living grandparent — he died just a few hours ago.”
Victor held her a little tighter. “It’s ok love, it’s ok you can cry.” He closed his eyes; wished he could take away her pain. “I’m sorry Summer, what happened?”
“He — he was old, Victor darling, he was just old, and he’d been suffering pneumonia for weeks.” Her voice broke, and she dragged in a rasping breath, muffling the harsh sob into his chest. Tears burned down her face, silent after that one choked gasp.
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Summer hung up the phone and sat there on her couch in the falling dark, hands shaking, too stunned to cry yet. ‘Dead … ’ echoed in her mind, the only thing she could think. Slowly, the awful ache of it penetrated enough to allow other thoughts in. “Victor,” she whispered half-consciously, “where are you? I want you.”
On a whim Victor had decided to drop by on his friend Summer. It had been an interesting week for him to say the least. Some of it good, some of it not so much. He pulled into her driveway, parked his car then got out, a bottle of wine in his hand. Victor jumped the steps then knocked on the door, hoping she was home.
The knock on the door startled her so badly she actually shrieked a little, jumping up from the couch. Taking a deep breath, she called, “It’s open,” and pressed a hand to her chest, willing her heart to slow down. She clicked on a lamp, then, and wiped at the tearmarks on her face, trying to think who would be visiting.
Alarmed at her shriek, Victor dashed in through the door and surveyed her. He could hear Summer’s heart beating fast and he took in her tear stained cheeks and he dropped the bottle on the couch. Victor rushed to her and pulled her to him for a hug. “What’s wrong love?”
He held her and rocked with her gently. “What’s wrong love?”
Summer had forgotten Victor’s speed, but the sudden warmth of his hold was more than welcome. She curled her hands into his coat sleeves, once again fighting the tears that had nearly run dry before he arrived. It took a long minute before she could whisper, “My grandfather — my last living grandparent — he died just a few hours ago.”
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Summer hung up the phone and sat there on her couch in the falling dark, hands shaking, too stunned to cry yet. ‘Dead … ’ echoed in her mind, the only thing she could think. Slowly, the awful ache of it penetrated enough to allow other thoughts in. “Victor,” she whispered half-consciously, “where are you? I want you.”