She first woke to the feel of the warm sun on her skin, then to the chirping of the birds outside the window as they chattered amiably to the other birds in the tree partially shadowing the room. She moved for a moment and stopped, feeling full. A wicked smile curved her lips as she slide down a little, a couple more inches of him filling her and making her hot for more already. It must have been around the time they decided it was time to sleep, close to dawn, that he slipped himself inside her, assuring her that a one-night stand was not complete without a morning quickie.
He had taken her in so many ways and in so many rooms last night. The bed had only been the start in a series of furious fucking, then slow sensual lovemaking, then wet and wild monkey sex. Afterwards, they couldn't keep their hands off each other on the floor, the shower, the kitchen counter and back to the bed. It was like being on a treasure hunt for the most orgasms. Not that she had let him be a complete he-man - oh no. She had woken him up at some point in-between their naps, taking him hard and bruising on top much to his utter delight.
She stretched and curled up close against his neck, still feeling slightly guilty about biting him that first time. He had returned the favor the last bout, looking completely unashamed that he had bitten her, mirroring the wound she had given him. Yes, she would do whatever to get him and his bites more often, especially since she had gotten used to the size of him after the third or fourth time.
And now that it was a new day, maybe she could make use of his morning woody that was deep in her before taking a shower and making breakfast. She rolled over, a goofy smile on her lips to greet him and suddenly shrieked as she fell away from the bed.
His skin was smoking as if he were on fire!
"Ohmigod, ohmigod, what the-" She chanted, panicking and dragging a hand through her hair over and over, tugging at the ends. She darted to the window and violently yanked the curtains closed, smothering the room in complete darkness, quickly looking back at him. The smoke had greatly reduced the moment that the sun had stopped touching him.
Alice fingered the drape fabric with a dubious eye.
Heavy velvet.
Much too hot for summer.
That is, if you could go out in the day during summer...
She cast an eye back at the one who had been the greatest lover to date (on her list anyway) and sagged her shoulders.
It only figured she would sleep with the only vampire at the club.
* * *
Conan Douglas woke up a second time, this time without the horrific pain that had had consumed his entire being and sat up in that eerie way vampires did upon awakening. Honestly, he didn't know how or why he did it. He just did. He groaned and threw back the covers from the bed, adjusting his body to the side in a deep stretch, cringing for a moment at the various half-healed blisters moving with him, paper-thin skin stretching beyond its limits. He was going to have to hunt tonight if he wanted to heal fully by tomorrow, thanks to forgetting to close the drapes.
"Hey."
He shouted and stood up, ready to attack with lengthened fangs and clenched fists when he saw that it was her.
Alice.
She was still here.
Even if she was in the farther corner in a chair, curled up with her legs against her chest, looking at him with stark accusation. It didn't matter that he had lost all the trust he had gained... well, it sort of did, but she was still here and he could gain it back. Somehow.
He had to if he wanted back in that damn bed with her in it.
He sat back down at the edge of the bed, sagging his shoulders forward and hissing softly when his skin protested again, but thankfully didn't bleed.
"You saw, didn't you?"
"Yeah."
Silence.
"I also closed the curtains together," she paused, her voice trembling just the tiniest. To him, that was a sign he was willing to take as good. Then again, at this point, he was grasping at any good signs that would allow him back in her bed. He couldn't forget it, couldn't forget her. It wasn't every often that he found someone so passionate, so willing, so demanding and so unafraid to ask - no, demand - for what she wanted.
"Thanks."
More awkward silence.
So what now?
Thanks for the lay, hope to see you again sometime while you're still young? Somehow, he had a feeling she wouldn't appreciate that mortality jib that was always popular at his bars. He didn't think anyone liked being reminded that they might die one day, especially by someone like him.
"You're a vampire," she accused quietly, her voice shaking.
"Yes."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
He gave a dry laugh and leaned back, hoping to show off his chest to remind her that he was still the same as last night. She did seem fascinated with his stomach for some reason.
"Honestly, would I have told you, knowing this is the reaction you would have?"
She watched him with those cool gray eyes and shook her head slowly, her messy hair moving fluidly with her head. She hadn't even bothered to take care of herself, she was that afraid that she couldn't even sneak five minutes to brush her hair and wash her face because the big bad vampire was in the other room and might attack. He could feel his heart sinking with despair.
"I suppose not. It doesn't change that we won't see each other again anyway."
He blew a raspberry and rolled his eyes.
"What? What does that mean?" she demanded hotly, a sudden flush coming to her cheeks. There we go - she noticed his chest and his growing erection.
"Not likely," he sat up and walked to her, wincing when she stood up and took several steps to the side, her hand desperately seeking against the wall. Honestly, his race needed to throw more money at the P.R if this is what was going to happen every time he slept with a woman. All those movies about soulless demons ripping out the throats of helpless virgins was not helping him one bit. Well, he was a sort of demon, but damnit, he had self-control!
He moved against her, enjoying the feel of his robe on her, the soft cloth brushing against his erection.
"W-what do you mean?"
