Heirot

Vlad smiled, a pulse of energy seemed to roll through him as she kissed him. He leaned slightly upward into her lips, but as it started to heat up, she moved away. He stopped himself from following her and watched her curiously, an unreadable smile remaining on his face. He was trying to read her expression to understand why she'd stopped, though he had a strong guess. "That's fine, there's no rush," he said. His tone was so deliberately casual that it defeated its own purpose. He half sat up, resting on his elbows to have a better look at her.

Tenele should her head, putting her hands to her face. "This is so ridiculous," she muttered more to herself. "We've been in far more intimate situations than this." Her green eyes flickered back to him. She sat with her legs curled under her, her hands in her lap. Her eyes flickered over her face as she racked her brain for what was wrong with her. "Its just been so long, or it feels like its been so long. I thought you'd be lost to me forever... I thought you hated me." She brushed silver hair behind her ear as she glanced down.

"Every fiber of me wants you to touch me," she said with a small smile. "And yet I can't stop thinking about how real your words were to me. In the back of my mind, I guess I still believe them in some way. Its the only way I can explain it." She narrowed her eyes on him and leaned back forward, placing a hand on his face gently and looking into his red eyes. She eased forward and kissed him again, and this time she refused to pull away. She wasn't going to let some silly feeling stop her, not when she wanted to kiss him so badly.

Vlad suddenly smiled then. "I have a way to prove it to you," he said against her lips as he kissed her with an odd glee, as if he'd just realized something. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her body down to his. The almost-shyness he'd shown a moment before seemed totally replaced.

There was a reason he didn't use his vampiric charm on humans. He didn't need it; he liked to win them over on his own. But he knew from past experience with Tenele that there came a point during their lovemaking where regardless of what he did, that power switched on and melded his mind onto hers, as if she were a second consciousness in his head. He could hold nothing back from her, and she was free to his innermost thoughts. He didn't know why he hadn't thought of it sooner, though he did suppose it might have sounded off color to suggest it under the circumstances. In the past, he'd considered it a rather unsettling side effect, private vampire that he was. But if all that remained now between them was the block she'd just described, it seemed like the perfect way to dissolve her doubts.

He kissed her again, squeezing her as he rolled almost playfully onto his side.

Tenele kissed him, her hands grasping at him almost as if she thought he’d disappear. She ignored the thoughts in the back of her mind telling her it wasn’t time for such things. She had things that needed to be done, didn’t she? There was a war coming tomorrow, and planning needed to be made. But, they told her she had time to spare. And if there was a battle coming that she could possibly die in, she wanted this. She wanted him all to herself until the break of dawn the next morning, and she planned on having him.

She sat up slowly and reluctantly, kissing him even as she was doing so. Finally she pulled away and quickly slipped her arms from her thin coat, throwing it across the room. She was dirty and for a moment was a little self-conscious about that fact. She ignored it and swiftly began to chuck off her boots. She laughed softly as she fell back on her back next to him. She slipped her hands down her torso and to the clasp on the pants she wore. She slipped them off a little clumsily, and tossed them to some end of the room, she didn’t know.

Wearing her shirt and undergarments she rolled back onto her side to kiss him, smiling wirily at him. Her mind was still screaming at her, and she almost listened to it. But, she wanted him, and that was enough to silence such thoughts.

It felt like forever since she’d been in his arms, and it was a sad thought indeed. Tenele was tugging on his own clothes, the feeling as if they were running out of time hanging in the air. She didn’t want to rush this though, she wanted it to last all night, forever. However, she had to except the fact they had a job to do. She blinked when she felt eyes on her. She’d felt them for a while, but had sought to pay no attention to them. Slowly she sat up, her hands resting on Vlad’s chest. There Stalker was lying on the other side of the room watching them with a curious expression, her pants draped unceremoniously across his back and over one side of his head.

Vlad's pulse jumped as half-naked Tenele tugged at his clothing. He wasn't sure where he stood with her, but that hardly seemed like a good enough reason to stop her. Not even remotely. In the instant their lips touched he'd wanted her, and not only that, but he missed her. He picked up the over observant hellhound's ruby gaze in the corner of his vision and snapped his thumb and forefinger low by his side. The wolf turned away obediently, seeming rather indignant, and sat on the floor, Tenele's pants sliding off his thick coat.

Vlad's eyes went back to Tenele's, letting her see the soft glow of excitement in them. With a grin, he clutched the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head before reaching down to help her with his belt, his fingers gracefully working his pants down over his hips. As usual, there was nothing bashful about the way Vlad Dracul removed clothing. Of the many things he was uncertain of at that moment, his physique was far from one of them. He had to sit up part way to get the pants off his long legs, which put his upper body in contact with hers. The way she was leaning over him, her shoulder lined up with his mouth as he leaned upward enough to drop his pants to the floor. He kissed her there and then ran his tongue in a slow, wet line to the base of her neck. "Tenele," he breathed against her skin, pressing his cool cheek to the heat of her neck. "Don't tell me you're going to purify me again," he teased, his voice thick with desire.

Tenele laughed softly against him, running the tips of her fingers up his arms lightly, feeling the strong muscle. "Hmmm, definitely," she whispered her lips tilting towards his ear. She was a glad he'd snapped his fingers and Stalker had turned away, it would have felt a bit strange to do this with him watching. She pressed her body closer to his, removing her hands from his skin long enough to grab the edge of her shirt and pull it over her head to toss it away. She tilted her head and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself closer to him. "I missed you," she told him, little room between them as she gazed into his eyes.

Vlad's hands ran along the smoothe skin of her waist and drew her further toward him, kissing her deeply. He could feel a surging of emotion riding in tandem with all the sensations of her body. He lifted his hands up to her face and his fingers ran through her hair before framing her jaw. "I thought I'd never hold you this way again," he said almost to himself, smiling.

Tenele smiled at him, a beautiful sweet smile that was revealing in every way. "Now you can. You can do anything you want with me," she confided in him, brushing her fingertips across his cheek and into his hair. Her other hand brushed down the length of his neck to rest on the center of his chest.

Looking into his eyes made her feel safe, it made her feel far away from war and death and evil. At the moment, to her, they were in another plain where it was just the two of them and no one would ever bother them.

Tenele was startled by the sudden irrate knocking at the door. "Vladimir Dracul," a voice called from behind the thick wood. "Prince Atul is ready for you."

Tenele huggled Vlad a bit tighter, almost possessively. "Noo....." she hissed at the door.

Vlad froze at the knocking, dead silent for a moment. "He's going to have to get in line," Vlad called over Tenele's shoulder at the door.

Tenele smirked as she rested her chin on his shoulder. "Yes, because I was ready first." She tilted her face into his neck and bit him. It had been a long time since she'd down that, but just as a reminder that she hadn't forgot, she bit him hard enough to get his attention.

"I was told to tell you that everything is ready." The voice echoed behidn the door, and it was almost a bit distracting.

"Vlad's breath cut off and his head threatened to spin off into a different world. His fingers curled around the back of her neck, pulling her in more against his neck. "Not a good time," he gasped in a voice that could make most men switch teams.

But apparently their visitor was a bit more clueless than that. "He is the prince, you know. You shouldn't keep him waiting without a reason."

"I can't go just yet. My dog got loose," Vlad's voice darkened slightly with an amalgam of arousal and mischief as he spared a glance at the door and willed it open. No sooner had it reached halfway than Stalker stampeded out, deliberately trampling the mortified messenger before loping down the hallway.

"Oh god! A wolf! A wolf is loose!" the man stammered, "get back here! Hey, you!" he shouted nervously. "Mister Dracul, he went this way!" he yelled helpfully before his footsteps were heard running down the hallway in pursuit of the hellhound.

Vlad shut the door with a smirk, almost too distracted to use telekinesis.

Tenele smiled as she pressed her chest to his and she shifted one leg over him so she was straddling his legs, hovering just above him. She grinned as she shoved him playfully back to fall against the pillows. Tenele sat up above him, her hands resting on his abs. "Tell me you love me," she told him, arching a beautiful eyebrow as her green eyes sparkled with desire. Her cheeks were flushed with sun or emotion, it was hard to tell at this point. She smiled down at him, silver hair across her face as she grabbed his hands and held them down on either side of his head. "Show me. Now. Before Atul comes to take you away from me."

Vlad smiled at her demand. He wasn't exactly used to being on the bottom, but he definitely didn't mind her sudden assertiveness. It lay the last of his doubts about her readiness to rest, so that he no longer suspected she might suddenly ask him to stop. "I love you, and I'll show you," he promised, and his voice was almost like a caress. He leaned upward to kiss her, only to remember his wrists were preventing him from reaching her. He thought about pushing up anyway under both their weight, but she might consider that cheating, and he didn't want to spoil her fun. Instead he pulled his right arm down with hers next to his head and kissed the underside of her wrist, nibbling very lightly on the vein there before kissing further up her forearm arm, to whatever he could reach without moving his other arm.

Tenele smiled softly at him as she let the hand she was hold his down with trail almost torturously along the skin of his arm, across his chest, and in circles down his abdomen. It went lower and lower and lower, until she found what she sought. She leaned forward and kissed her way down his chest, before pulling away with a heavy breath. She wanted him, now more than ever. She shifted her postion, and brought herself down on him slowly, exhaling in a soft ragged breath. She moved her hands to frame his face, unable to tear her eyes away from him. She leaned forward slowly, kissing his lips and trailing kisses down to his neck, where she bit him again, this time harder.

Vlad groaned, rising up into her movement and wanting to push further against every point of contact between them. Her teeth on his neck were driving him crazy, to the point he was suspicious he was being spoiled by her. His hands roamed along her body before playing across her chest, where they knew exactly what to do, though it certainly wasn't helping to calm him down. He turned his head slowly, sorry to take his neck away from what she was doing, but she was scoring too many points and he had some catching up to do. His lips found her collarbone and he drew a firm line along it with his mouth, till he reached the tip of her shoulder. He could hear her pulse just under her skin. He kissed her shoulder and then nipped it lightly, his teeth brushing along her skin as he nibbled back to the curve of her neck. "You shouldn't bite a vampire, you know," he breathed, licking her neck. "We sometimes bite back."