Chapter 20
He woke before her, feeling better than he had for a long time; maybe even better than he ever had in his life.
He scowled trying to look mean as he stood before the mirror puffing up his chest and checking his biceps as though he was trying out for a role in
Superman
; seeing he had a way to go yet. He believed he was feeling better because of the changes she alerted him to. Optimistically he thought he was a caterpillar when one day he'd be a butterfly; wondering how it would feel to fly for the first time.
He opened the refrigerator feeling hungry but didn't know what for. Everything he had in there looked unappetizing. He got an empty box taking out everything he no longer found appealing and when he was done, his refrigerator was empty.
He went to the bedroom, sitting on the bed patiently and taking joy in looking at her when he saw her eyes begin to flutter open.
"Good morning sweetheart," he said smiling.
She smiled with her eyes reaching out to hug him, pulling him down into her cozy sleep-niche. He snuggled with her, smelling her morning scent, thinking it too was wonderful.
"I'm going to the grocery store and wanted to know what I could buy us," he said when she said, "Blood and lots of it," though he could tell she was at least partially kidding.
Reaching out to touch him she said,
"Now you've made me hungry."
She squeezed him through his pants smiling at him when she said, "Please..." as she undid his pants, pulling his zipper down.
She laid her head in his lap until he felt her taking him in her mouth, tickling the sensitive end before she began to suck in earnest, hungrily.
He thought she was like a small animal at the tit. Not surprisingly, he lay on his side, lifting her thigh as he rested his head on her soft inner thigh.
He found her little button, tickling it with his tongue before he began to suck on it when he heard her moans of encouragement.
"He's so totally mine now," she thought anxious to feel his liquid warmth shooting in her mouth when she could drink his sweetness. Though she enjoyed the act, regardless of who she was doing it to, with him it was all the better; like their kisses.
He knew the effects her juices were having on him but he wondered if his male molecules could be making her more human, causing her to experience emotions. He hoped her having emotions wouldn't weaken her, as his mother suggested they did. If having her drink him made her more human; he doubted he would want to dissuade her from doing it.
"Just get what looks good to you. I like spinach, eggs and tomato juice put into a blender. Muscles, clams and oysters are fine if they're fresh. Ask the butcher if you could buy a gallon of blood. He'll look at you like your crazy but tell him you intend to make gravy with it," she said.
While he was leaving he saw the box of food he planned on throwing away when it occurred to him to ask Beth if she wanted it.
Knocking on her door and after she answered, he explained he and his fiancΓ© were starting a new diet and though the items in the box were still good; they weren't allowed.
She thanked him telling him he looked different but "good different". She kissed him on the cheek to congratulate him on his intention to marry. While she was doing so, he heard a booming male voice demanding to know who she was talking to. She motioned with her head saying he was home and was in a foul mood.
Not wanting to linger and cause a scene, he left jokingly on tiptoes, like the
Pink Panther
. She laughed in seeing his version before closing the door.
After shopping he returned with his arms full and surprisingly enough, with a gallon of beef's blood. He also bought her a dozen red roses, remembering the day she set one by the chessboard. Never in a million years would he think he'd end up marrying her and wanting to become a vampire.
He heard her showering. He entered the bathroom, hiding the bouquet behind his back, waiting for her to step out of the shower. Of course she knew he was there and she smiled holding back the shower curtain looking at him, wondering what he held behind his back, thinking it was most likely the blood.
When she stepped out, he produced the flowers with a smile. She hugged him saying,
"You're going to spoil me you know," calling him a "fucker" again and then sticking out her split-end tongue at him. Somehow it looked sexy since it carried with it the idea of sex combined with her nakedness and pointed dark nipples.
"Do that again," he said when she said "what" he said, "Stick out your tongue at me."
When she did, he moved to kiss her but instead of kissing her he began to suck on her tongue, drawing it deep into his mouth as he felt the tiny hairs tickling his tongue. They moved their tongues in and all around inside each others mouth for the first time as he began to hear the wonderful sounds of approval coming from her throat again, exciting him.
"You're such a fucker," she said as she sexily bent to dry a thigh, looking up at him with that certain smile.
He continued to watch as she did little provocative things to tease him; such as "innocently" opening and closing her thighs as she dried her ass; as she sensed his thoughts.
Knowing he was watching, she placed her middle finger on her sex, moving it in little circles while she looked at him, measuring his reaction in seeing her masturbate for him.
When he smiled she inserted it inside her folds, moving it in and out suggestively, as it became slick with her juices. Then she withdrew it, holding it up to show him and in so doing, she gave him the finger!
Suddenly she stuck it her mouth, moving it in and out sexily to simulate coitus. She licked it clean, once more holding it up to him in defiance, giving him the finger again.
She used her eyes and her actions to convey what she wanted of him as she sat on the closed toilet lid, placing her right foot on the seat opening her thighs,
"Come on fucker, get on your knees!"
He laughed in knowing this was her game at eroticism; one of those rare unscripted and spontaneous moments in life. He did what by now he was growing used to do doing and as he did, she ran her fingers roughly through his hair, chuckling inside her throat as she thrust up into his mouth as he continued, making her come before once again he drank her deliciousness.
When they were done he helped her towel off and they hugged, just holding each other. How far he had come, never knowing exactly when it was he had crossed the line when it was too late for him now.
He returned to the kitchen to unpack the items he bought when she joined him, looking for something to put the flowers in.
He saw her nose going a mile a minute when she made a face, complaining about something smelling horrible. Neither of them knew what she was referring to until she saw the sleeve of garlic bulbs. It was almost as bad as when she saw the crucifix but not quite when she said,