Fan Fiction ❯ Daywalker Arie ❯ Cara mia ( Chapter 3 )

Well, almost done! Hope you enjoyed this fic, only one chapter left. Oh there is a lemon in this chapter, actually 1 1/2 lemons, SO IF YOU ARE UNDERAGED SKIP THIS CHAPTER! or you can just NOT read the bottom of it... I'll put little ~~~~ thingies before the lemon if you wanna skip it.. be warned the 1/2 one is the ending of the story.. well part of it...

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Daywalker Arie - Chapter 3: Cara mia, mi vita, mi amore

Arie woke up with the suns dawning. her head was fuzzy but she knew what happened last night, rubbing the sleep from her eyes she sat up in bed... alone.

Running her hand over the still warm space at her side she allowed herself a soft smile. Louie had stayed with her all night, telling her stories of his time and his family. He'd sang to her when she was tired and held her while she had been asleep.

She touched her lips, they still tingled form his kisses during the night. he had been so careful of her, so tender. He'd held her like she was a piece of spun glass that could break if not held right. She'd never had anyone hold her that way, not even Blade.

Smiling she slid out of bed and hummed to herself as she dressed for the day, hardly noticing what she picked out, her thoughts filled with the dark anguished vampire of last night.

He was so sad, but last night he hadn't been, not with her. That gave her untold pleasure, she had made him happy. It was a wonderful feeling.

He'd whispered something to her while she had almost been asleep. She paused before her mirror and tilted her head thinking back, trying to remember.

His voice whispered into her ear, she could even feel the warmth of his breath again as he spoke to her in that hushed voice.

"Cara mia, mi vita, mi amore."

She closed her eyes as her heart swelled. My beloved, my life, my love. For once she was glad Blade had taught her Italian. She was pretty sure Louie had thought her asleep at the time, but she heard, and she held the words close to her heart.

Brushing the tangles out of her hair she picked up her sword and walked out into the warm daylight. And she smiled all through the day.

Tara yawned and stretched out in her bed sitting up and watched as the last rays of day flickered into nothingness behind the buildings of the city. She was a very old vampire, the sun had little hold over her, but old habits were hard to break and she still found herself sleeping most of the day away.

She slid out of bed and froze when a voice whispered from the darkness, the words moving over her like a touch, and freezing everything in their path.

"Where were you last night," the voice was cold, deep.

Lucian.

Turning her head she looked at him and frowned a little bit. "What is your problem, you never cared where I went out before."

"That was before you started hanging around with her," he spat the last word out like it was something vile.

It took her a full two minutes until she realized what he was talking about. "Are you threatened by Arie? I have known her a few days it is nothing to get all riled up over, she is just my new friend."

"New friend indeed," she could feel his glare against her back like two points of fire as she climbed the rest of the way out of bed and walked to her closet to get something to wear. "She'd kill you just as soon as look at you."

Turning around she stared at him. "What the hell are you talking about?" She knew Arie was a Daywalker, and yeah so she killed vampires, she would be the first one to admit most of them did less than good, but she had no reason to believe Lucian knew that. Or why he had said such a thing, he had just met her.

"She's not what she seems, she's dangerous," he stood up, moving like a jungle cat his muscles bunched and his body tense, ready to pounce.

Pulling one of her dresses from her hanger she slid into it, she didn't wear things to bed so she didn't have to change out of anything and turned to look at Lucian again. Something was wrong with him, his eyes held a fire she rarely saw in him. Slitting her eyes, she thought back again to last night and the vampires that had attacked. Could Lucian have sent them? And if he had why?

"She was attacked last night you know," she told him softly watching his reaction carefully, but except for a stony look she got nothing. Hmm. "I found her with Louie, we took her home to take care of her."

Now that got a reaction, his eyes narrowed, and his body went stiff... well stiffer anyway.

"She almost died."

Was it her imagination of was there a spark of pleasure in his eyes? Whatever it was it was gone to quickly for her to tell.

"Stay away from her Tara, I mean it," Lucian's voice dropped a level. That wasn't good, whenever his voice got that way he was really pissed off.

"You cannot tell me what to do, dear, no matter how much you wish to," crossing her arms over her chest she glared at him.

"I can damn well tell you what to do if you are to blind to see your life is in danger!" he shouted at her.

They were nose to.. well chest, but she tipped her head back and stared up at him, her eyes spitting fire.

"Look around you Lucian, we are in constant danger, we cannot hide ourselves away form the world as you wish to do, having a friend will not change that."

"Having a friend that will kill you does," he stated coldly, meeting her fire with ice.

"Not when they are a Daywalker!" she shouted. She watched him go completely still and look at her, her eyes widening in horror as she clapped a hand over her mouth. What had she done?

She watched as he turned and left without another word.

Goddess, what had she done?

Louie walked down the street to Tara's home silently. His eyes were straight, but his thoughts were millions of miles away. Actually, there were five miles away, laying with the light beauty that had stolen his heart.

He pushed that thought away. How could he be in love? He hadn't known her that long. But they did write that love didn't take years, it could be in a glance or in a touch. His steps faltered.

He shook his head, no, he was not in love. He couldn't be, not again. And with what she was... he would lose her just like he lost his wife if he let himself care for her. She was a Daywalker, he knew, she had told him so last night.

A soft smile curved his lips. Last night... it had been pure magick. It had seemed as if only they had existed in the entire world that night. Alone in the confines of that room, that bed, and just sharing.

He hadn't had that in his whole life. Not even with his wife. he had loved her, but they had never shared just that compatible silences, the chaste kisses, the soft whispers of just talking.

She was special, his Arie. She made him feel things he hadn't felt in so long... hadn't dreamed he'd feel again. But she could never be with him, he couldn't love her, at least he told himself that.

Shaking himself of his thoughts he turned down a side street leading to the house and paused when a voice whispered out of the darkness.

'So... what's with you and Tara's new "friend"?"

Lucian. Sighing softly Louie waited for him to come out of the shadows.

He narrowed his eyes on his long time friend as he stepped forth. Something was different about him, a tension that hadn't been there in all the years Louie had known him, and while his eyes were as cold as ice, his stance was tense and edgy.

'What do you want Lucian?" he asked quietly. He had no time for this.

"Just curious, you seemed awful close to Tara's friend last night," Lucian said casually.

"I was just looking out for her," which was partially the truth, he had been looking out for her. Mostly.

"Ah, Louie, do not think you can fool me," Lucian whispered softly moving closer to him, there were the same height so their eyes were even with the others. "Something is going on with you and the little chit."

"No, there isn't, you read to much into things Lucian. You have always had an overactive imagination."

"Mmm, you are true, but I can see what is in your eyes. You like the girl Louie, you want her, you may even love her, and do you think to lie even to yourself these things?" Lucian taunted.

Louie curled his hands into fists, he hated when Lucian did this. He was just trying to rile him. Shoving him out of his way he kept walking down the sidewalk.

"Don't let her get close to you Louie! Those pretty eyes of hers hide a darker secret than you know!" Lucian's parting words stirred something cold inside Louie. Turning he looked behind him, but Lucian was already gone.

Louie frowned, and unbidden, an image of violet eyes appeared in his thoughts.

Lucian sped his way down the busy streets. He had a meeting with Lestat, and he knew the vampire would want to hear abut this discovery. About Louie. Smiling grimly to himself he ran, and planned another downfall for the girl that was so easily twisting his friends around her fingers.

Arie pushed open her room door, sipping a coke as she did. She'd stopped for a burger and some fries on the way home tonight, and it was a good thing too, she was out of food in the warehouse.

Unlike Blade she could eat human food, she still needed serum though, but a lesser amount. She guessed it was just something different in Daywalkers.

Humming to herself she walked inside, and gave a startled yelp as the light came on.

Tara was sitting in her bed flipping through a book, and smiled at her, her fangs flashing in the soft light. She'd clicked on the small bedside lamp when Arie had come in, and the room was full of the soft lighting.

"What are you doing here?" But instead of the usual wariness in her voice it was now full of amusement. She was really actually starting to like this vampire and her band of strange friends. Especially Louie. She shivered a little just at his memory, he really was something special.

Tara just stared at her, a strange look in her eyes. If Arie didn't know better it was the look of a match making scheme, she'd seen them in mortal mother's eyes often enough. But the look was gone so fast she realized she must have imagined it. Weird.

"Oh you know," she said casually, a little too casually, "just coming to check on you." Her smile was so sincere Arie had to mentally kick herself for having suspicions of her. Maybe she was getting to cynical in her age. Not that she was old; she was very young, but still.

"Well, that's nice of you, but I'm fine, as you can see."

"Yes, but you really shouldn't stay alone all the time." Tara tiled her head back and smiled at her as she slid gracefully form the bed. "You should come to my house tonight, won't you please?"

"Well..." she really should be getting to work, but it had been a while since she'd been out, except for the party at Tara's and she hadn't really been able to enjoy it. Except for her dances with Louie.

"Louie will be there," she told her, lightly. "It's just going to be a little get together, me and Lucian, you and Louie, big parties are fun but small ones are better. Wouldn't you agree?"

Louie would be there. Well, if it was only going to be just the four of them she could stand it.

"I'll be there, same time as last?"

"No, come by in an hour."

"An hour? Isn't that kinda early?"

"Not at all, it will just be us four, and since three of us live together there really is no reason to wait."

"Ah," it sounded sound enough, but she couldn't help but feel as if she'd just walked into a carefully laid trap as she watched Tara saunter out the door.

Tara watched the clock gleefully. In a few minutes Arie would be here and her plan would come together beautifully. She couldn't wait. Sometimes people needed a push in the right direction, and she was a very pushy person so she was perfect for the part.

Louie walked into the living room at a quarter past five, and instantly he felt himself stiffen. Tara was watching the clock with that glint in her eyes he'd gotten to know all to well. She was up to something. If he went very slowly, maybe he could get out before it was too late.

He started backing up, going very slow so he didn't make a noise.

"Ah there you are my dear," Tara spun around quickly, a serene smile on her face as she looked at him. He cursed himself over and over again but smiled at her just the same. He had the unmistakable feeling he'd just been caught in something that wouldn't be easy to get out of.

Arie got to Tara's house at five thirty just like she was supposed to. She hadn't changed, it was after all just going to be the four of them, and though she didn't think she'd met Lucian, she figured it would be a come as you are party.

She wore what she had worn the night of the party, just a pair of old worn jeans, and one of her T-shirts. Her sword hung across her back absently, but easy to reach just in case.

Lifting her hand to knock, she wasn't at all surprised when the door opened before her hand could even reach the door. Tara stood there; as usual she was beginning to notice, in a dress. This one was white and it was hard to tell where her skin ended and the dress began.

With a smile she backed away, and Arie walked inside. It looked just like it did before, elegant blending softly with the newer styles. It was a comfortable blend of old and new. And standing beside the fireplace was something that was both as old as it was new.

Louie.

And the feelings she got just looking at him were as old as time, but they were so new to her; they seemed to be completely at home in this house.

Their eyes caught and held over the space of the room, and it seemed they weren't far apart at all, because at that moment she could feel him against her as she had when she'd woken up with him beside her.

That thought gave her the oddest feeling of peace, and she wasn't sure if it was safe or not.

The sound of the door closing snapped her thoughts back to the goings on of the rest of the people of the room. It seemed to do the same to Louie, and if Tara was in any way feeling the underlying tension between them she gave no notice. She just smiled that smile and wandered into the room behind Arie.

"Oh drat, well isn't that a shame."

Arie looked at her. She had no idea what she was talking about.

She just smiled at them and shook her head. "I am a very forgetful vampire, I just remembered I have so many things to do tonight," she shook her head tsking all the while, and Arie had a suspicion that this was the cause of her feeling of being trapped earlier. But on she went, "Trini called me earlier, before I even went to get you Arie, and she wanted me and Lucian to help her with some trouble down at her place, oh I'm so sorry, and on our big night."

She looked at Arie, and her eyes were wide and sorrowful.

"Oh, that's ok Tara, we can always do this some other time."

"Oh no, no, dear, it had to be tonight, I just feel so bad about making you come all the way out here while I have to leave."

"Well, I have things I should be doing anyway, so its no big deal, I can just head on back and--" she never got to finish her sentence.

"Nonsense, you will do no such thing, do you remember what happened last time you went out here, no you better just stay right here. Louie will be here and you two can get to know each other, besides me and Lucian should be back in a few hours or so."

At that Louie straightened from his place beside the fireplace, the drink in his hand forgotten. She didn't notice he'd had it before. "Now Tara, you shouldn't keep her if she has things to do." He seemed to be saying something to her with his eyes but Tara didn't even spare him more than a moments look.

"She can do them tomorrow, do you want her getting hurt again?" Louie went quiet with that and shook his head, and it seemed his shoulders fell just a little bit. "Yes, I thought not, now you two have fun while we're gone, we'll be back...later."

And they both watched while she sailed out of the room to the back of the house. As soon as she was gone their gazes again found each other and it seemed the fire that was kept leashed in front of Tara suddenly broke lose to consume them both.

Lucian reluctantly followed Tara down the street. He knew Trini hadn't called that day; he'd listened to her speech in the living room with Arie and Louie. The only reason he was letting her lead him away was because the hit was already in place and there was nothing else he could do.

Far be it from him to let Louie have a go with the girl before she was killed. It didn't matter, but he still didn't like it. It makes him feel edgy.

"You look tense," the quiet comment made him look down at the woman he loved. He felt his heart give a twist as he looked at her, he loved her, he really did. It always surprised him.

"I am."

He saw the smile she aimed at him from under her lashes, and he felt his blood heat. He knew what that smile meant.

"Maybe I can help you with some tension release hmm?" she asked, her voice husky. Nodding his asset he forgot all about Louie and Arie and followed his little vixen up to one of the apartments they leased in the city.

Arie shifted her feet nervously and sat down on one of the plump chairs that were situated around the room.

She chose the one farthest from Louie; she wasn't naive enough to figure he hadn't felt the heat between them as soon as Tara stepped out of the room. He was looking at her with unblinking eyes, hungry eyes.

"So..." Lame, she told herself.

"Yes, so..." setting down his drink she watched as he walked over to her. His stride was slow, but it was purposeful. She suddenly felt like the stalkie of the animal stalker.

It was silly, but she couldn't help it, just like she couldn't help how her heart did a funny flip thing when he stopped near her and held his hand down to her.

"Dance with me?" he asked softly. His voice was velvet and silk. There was just no way to deny a voice like that, or the silent pleading in its depths. Lifting her eyes to his she saw the same pleading there.

Lifting her hand she placed it in his, rising to her feet. He wrapped one arm around her waist and held her close. Her fingers laced with his as she lay her cheek against his chest, over a heart that didn't beat, and set her free hand on a shoulder as hard as rock. It was amazing to feel such strength yet know instinctively that that same strength that could break her would never hurt her, would fight for her. She didn't know how she knew, she just did.

It was like a song she'd once heard, it was by someone called Evanesence, it was called Going Under. It described this situation perfectly. The lyrics flashed through her head, softly so that all she had was the impression of them.

I'm dying again

I'm going under

Drowning in you

I'm falling forever

So true, but so sad, because she knew she couldn't let herself fall. But things were easier said than done. Her body swayed gently to the rhythm of his, they needed no music, they danced close together, each knowing this time they had was precious and wanting to believe it would last, but fearing to break the fragile hold they had on each other. On this new emotion.

Louie held her in his arms, he held her as carefully as he could, and he wanted to hold her forever. He knew he couldn't, but how he wanted to.

He held one of her hands, her small fingers laced through his, and weather she knew it or not it was a powerful sign of her trust in him. It humbled him. So few people had trusted him in the past, and those who did he had failed.

He prayed to whatever god that watched over his kind he didn't fail her. In his heart he knew he wouldn't, but his mind was harder to convince.

Pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind he just held her again. He closed his eyes and reveled in the feel of her breath against his chest, of the steady beat of her heart. Of the knowledge that she hadn't pulled away. It would have hurt more than he had been hurt before if she hadn't have taken his hand. It was a shock to realize it, but he knew it was true. And he felt she did too.

Leaning his cheek against her silken hair he inhaled her scent. She was light and sunshine to his darkness, so good and sweet. He'd damn himself a thousand times before he let her be hurt. But he knew he couldn't prevent all hurt, especially the hurt of just living.

He felt an unexplainable tenderness for her now. He lived, but not as she did, he mingled with humans but he was separate from most of their pain. The hurt of living was with him always, but with it he still felt joy at being alive, they were weighed down until they had no choice but to give up. He wished it never happened to the vibrant woman he held now.

Drawing her closer and moving in a slow circle around the room, and felt something stir within him. He'd had urges before, even dying couldn't quell the basic instincts of a living thing, but those were always so informal, so detached. This stemmed from the feelings she invoked in him. He wanted to make her his, wanted her to always be his. And he didn't know if he had the strength not to.

Arie held him against her, felt the ripple of muscle under the cotton shirt he wore. She even felt the evidence of his desire pressing against her belly.

Oddly enough she wasn't afraid. She should be, she knew it but she wasn't. Somewhere deep inside, she knew it would happen like this. A shudder spread down her spine and she felt his arm tighten around her waist, drawing her closer to him.

Her eyes closed as she held onto him, the only anchor in the storm of her emotions, even if he was the one thing that made them rage in the first place. She felt her own desire for him, to belong to no one but him. She felt her own heart yearning for his, an undeniable shift inside her was taking place once more, and no matter what, she didn't want to stop it. She knew she loved him, though his it happened she wasn't sure how.

"We've known each other only a few days," she whispered against his chest. She didn't open her eyes, afraid of what she would se in his eyes. She felt his hand slide gently up her spine, soothing her, felt his fingers settle against her nape, massaging gently.

"It's true, I know, and though I don't know how it's happened, it has. Do you deny what you feel, what I myself feel?" His voice was so gentle, soothing her worries; it was calm when she needed the calm most of all.

"No."

"Neither do I, it is easy to lie to others, I am glad you choose not to lie to me or yourself," he paused and lowered his voice to a soft whisper, his breath tickling against her ear. "Sometimes, you know a person best for the days you know them, and not the months or years, because after so long they can conceal anything they want from you, but the first time you meet it is open. Honest." He slid his fingers under her chin and tipped her face up, holding her chin until her eyes opened and met his. "I have been honest with you, have you been honest with me?"

Swallowing against the tightness of her throat she whispered what she had wanted to since their eyes had met across the room, the answer to those silent questions in both of them, "Yes."

And she knew, as well as he did, she wasn't only answering the question he asked, she was answering the questions left unsaid, the questions in both their hearts, the need each felt.

Her eyes staying on his she saw them darken, saw the need in them she'd only sensed before, and she didn't back away when his arms came around her and his mouth touched hers. Instead she let her need, her love, take over; let the truth of them guide her. She'd never been with any man; she'd kissed a few but never anything more. Tonight it would change. She would change. And maybe even he would too.

Louie groaned softly at the first touch of his lips to hers. Her breath fled into him as she deepened their kiss, slanting his head as he urged her closer to him, fitting them together. His lips moved against hers softly, making himself go slowly with her, his tongue gently teasing her mouth open, coaxing her to let him in. His tongue swept into her mouth, exploring her sweetness as he held her tenderly.

He broke the kiss only long enough to sweep her into his arms, to cradle her to his heart. His lips reclaimed hers once more and he felt her sigh, felt the hesitant exploration of her tongue in his mouth and he let her, his hands holding her as carefully as if she was the most precious thing in the world. And to him, she was.

Arie slid her arms around his neck, holding onto him as he carried her up the winding stair, she barely noticed what the room they entered looked like, she had the impression of masculine lines and color, but was again swept away in the sensations that were coming alive inside her.

Her fingers gently caressed the nape of his neck, sliding up and curling into his hair, holding him against her as she deepened their kiss. She was growing bolder with every sigh that escaped his lips and into her own, every small moan that rumbled up from his chest.

She heard the lighter sighs, the softer moans that answered his, and it took her a minute to notice they came from her. It surprised her, but it didn't bother her, it gave her such a warm feeling inside that he could evoke such responses from her.

Louie laid her down on his bed, one hand smoothing gently down her side, holding onto her hip as he lowered himself down on one knee beside the bed. He broke the kiss to look down into her face, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes half closed and misty. It pleased him to no end to know he had done that to her, made her feel so stated.

She made a soft sound of protest when he moved further back, her arms tightening around his neck. He smiled at her, gently unwrapping her arms from his neck and standing up to sit beside her on the bed. His weight dipped the bed so she fell against him. Her softness against the hard planes of his own body made him bite back a groan. What she was doing to him was setting fire to his soul, but he gladly let himself fall into the flames.

She watched him through heavy lidded eyes as his eyes roamed over her body, the shirt and jeans hid nothing from him. She felt heat rising to her cheeks, but she only took the opportunity to let her eyes travel over him in the same manner. His gaze didn't make her feel awkward, or like she was on display, it made her feel wanted. Needed. She reached out, hesitating one a moment before she laid her fingertips against the collar of his shirt. The material was stretched taught over his shoulders, accenting his wide chest, and she let her fingers travel down to his stomach.

She sucked in a soft breath when his fingers captured hers and brought them to his mouth. She felt the heat of his lips as he kissed each of her fingers, his tongue rasping against her palm, his eyes burning into hers. She swallowed watching him, everywhere his mouth touched leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

He bit at the heel of her hand playfully, smiling against her palm as she laughed. Some of the tension left her shoulders, and she noticeable relaxed, he could see she wanted him as badly as he wanted her, but she was still inexperienced, and though it might not be obvious to her, he could see she was a little scared. He would be too. Sliding her hand around he held it to his cheek, delighting in the way her fingertips caressed him and didn't try to push him away.

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She sat up pulling him close to her once more, and he let himself be drawn to her. He felt her lips, petal soft, touch his again. Blue lightning seemed to arc between them, and he pulled her closer to him. He would go slow with her, ease her fears first. Pressing her back against the mattress again he let his weight settle softly against her, his chest rested lightly against hers, and he groaned aloud at the feel of her breasts crushing against his chest, no matter how light a crush it was.

His hands gently smoothed down her sides, pressing into her curves, his fingertips sliding under her shirt. He heard her indrawn breath, and he kissed the pulse that was pounding in her throat. "Trust me," he whispered huskily, "I won't hurt you."

He left her hands in his hair and looked up at her, her eyes drew him in, the color of twilight they seemed to hold the same magick of the night. "I know," was all she said and stroked her hands down his back.

He took a shuddering breath at the raw emotions he saw in her eyes. She trusted him and he would do his best to keep his promise. Nuzzling her neck gently he dragged his tongue gently over her pulse, he heard her sharp breath, felt her body arch against his.

She closed her eyes, her nails lightly digging into his back through his thin shirt. She felt his muscles ripple under her hands, and felt a new wave of heat move through her, but this time it pooled low in her belly. A soft noise escaped her throat when she felt his hands slide over her back, arching under his hands. Her head fell to the side as he licked against her collar bone, his lips nuzzling softly at the hollow of her throat.

He gently lifted himself away from her and pulled her shirt from her. She lifted her hands letting him draw it away form her and watched his eyes as they settled on the scrap of lace that held her breasts. She felt them swell under his gaze and bit her lip softly. He tossed her shirt to the side and his hands gently settled on her shoulders pushing the straps off her arms. His hands curved around her back again and undid the clasp of her bra pulling the lace away from her.

She watched his eyes darken as he looked at her, heard his indrawn breath. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice horse.

She smiled at the compliment, and he noticed just how her eyes glowed when she was happy. His heart flipped over with the knowledge that he had done that. He nuzzled her neck softly, trailing soft kissed over the delicate bones in her neck. His tongue laved gently at the valley between her breasts, gently nuzzling them. He heard her moan and lifted his head taking her left breast into his mouth, his lips gently closing around her nipple, feeling it harden under his tongue. He suckled gently at her, his teeth softly nipping at her, hearing her soft cries.

Her body shivered under him, her hands laying against his head pressing him close, her fingers tangling in the silken mass of his hair. She whimpered softly as he lifted his head away and took her other breast in his mouth, felt his tongue gently caress her heated flesh. She didn't know just that simple touch could feel so good, but she hoped he didn't stop.

His hands skimmed down her sides to her hips, gently pushing her pants down her legs. He sat up shifting enough to pull off her boots, and draw her pants all the way off her. It took all of five seconds, and he pressed his lips back to the valley of her breasts, returning to trailing a fiery path of kissed down her ribs to her stomach.

He paused at her navel, his tongue dipping inside, teasing her, before trailing his lips to her hip, his tongue lightly stroking against the small indent. Her sighs lost to neither of them.

His hands gently drew down her lacy underwear, discarding them as he did with her bra, he lifted his head enough to look down at her and smiled, nuzzling against her thigh gently.

Her legs fell open at his gentle nips and kisses, his hands softly sliding over her thighs parting them a little more before he cupped her hips in his hands.

Her eyes opened as she lifted her head to look down at him, her eyes misted slightly as she watched him, she didn't know what he was doing, but she didn't want to stop him. His eyes lifted and held hers as he lowered his head and gently covered her center with his mouth. she let out a shocked cry, her head falling back once more at the pleasure that shot though her.

His hands held her hips against his mouth as he gently nuzzled against her, his lips gently parting her folds as his tongue stroked into the core of her, touching that part of her that seemed all the heat was centered. Her cry was louder when he touched her like that, her hips lifting against him, she was sure she heard him chuckle but she could hardly hear over the roar in her ears.

His hands held her steady as she writhed against him, his tongue gently stroking inside of her, feeling her muscles tighten around his tongue, feeling her slickness as he gently nipped at her with his teeth. His tongue gently stroked against that small point of pleasure inside her, pressing it gently, hearing her moan louder.

He nuzzled closer to her, his tongue stroking deeper, feeling her muscles tighten under his hands as he held her against him. He knew she was close to her climax, and with that thought foremost in his mind he urged her over the edge.

Her cry was lost to her own ears as she felt herself fall over the edge of something she didn't think she'd ever reach. Colors exploded before her eyes, and sound roared past her ears, she felt time stop around her for just an instant before she floated back down to earth.

Her eyes opened, and she realized the roar she heard before was her own breathing. Louie stood over her just watching her. She felt herself smile, the afterglow leaving her energized rather than exhausted.

She reached for him and saw him smile, and when he came closer she realized he had taken his clothes off. Her eyes roamed over him, and she felt herself blush deeply when her eyes rested on his manhood. She didn't know the semantics, but she was sure he'd never fit in her.

He must have read something in her face because he gently lay down beside her and gathered her into his arms, his hands stroking against her back gently. "We will do no more tonight, if it is what you wish my love," he whispered against her ear. She felt a rush of love for him that he would be willing to do that for her and buried her face against his neck.

"No," she lifted her face and gently kissed him, "please."

He let out a moan and rolled them over pinning her under him, feeling her shift her legs to cradle him between. Lifting himself onto his hands to stare down at her, he watched her eyes, looking for any sign she didn't want to continue.

Leaning down he kissed her and gently rocked his hips forward gently easing himself into her.

She moaned against his lips her hands resting on his shoulders, feeling him stretch her as he slide into her. She felt his body tense and she felt him draw in a breath before she pushed all the way inside her.

She felt something tear, her cry of pain lost in his lips. Her eyes closed and she felt him hold very still for her, waiting for her to get used to him. She felt his lips brush kissed across her cheeks, feather over her eyes.

"I'm sorry," he whispered gently, his arms holding her close to his chest, he felt her nails bite into his shoulders, then slowly relax. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"shh," she said softly, her lips gently brushing against his, "it's alright." And it was.

Their eyes meeting, for what seemed like the thousandth time that night he gently kissed her lips again, her tongue lightly coaxing her mouth open to slip inside. His tongue gently massages against hers, and hers gently sought the secrets of his own mouth.

She drew in a soft breath as he softly rocked his hips against her, both of them moaning deeply. He felt her tighten around him, felt her slickness as he slid inside her over and over again.

She felt him stretch her, felt herself grip him tightly, and she felt his gentleness. Her hips lifted against his, her arms circling around his neck, holding him close to her as she let her head fall back, exposing her throat to him. She felt the kisses he pressed against her throat, felt his ragged breath against her skin. Their pace quickened, his hips driving him into her, and her hips lifting in time with him to accept him. She felt his lips pause at the pulse at her throat, felt his tongue stroke the tender flesh.

She heard his soft growl, and gently pressed his head against her throat, felt his gasp.

"Arie.."

'Shh," she told him, "its ok."

She shuddered against him as his fangs pierced her skin, and she tilted her head for him sinking her own fangs into his throat. And as the first blood touched each of their tongues and their hands sought the others, their fingers lacing together, they fell over the edge together.

Lucian leapt over the bed and caught Tara around the waist toppling them both back onto the bed. She laughed and writhed against him pushing at his shoulders as he rolled them over so she was pinned under him.

He grinned down at her, his fangs flashing in the light of the candles, and she returned the grin with a lusty laugh. She turned her head snapping playfully at his arms as he held her wrists pinned over her head.

"Aww, no fair, I am not supposed to be caught." she looked up at him widening her eyes.

He laughed and just settled back between her legs, softly nuzzling his cheek against her breast. "Ah, well, even the most skilled cat gets caught by the hunter once and a while."

"Nah uh," she arched and twisted around under him, which only made him laugh more, and bite softly at the tender underside of her breast. He was rewarded with a yelp and a giggle.

Grinning he looked down at her, and she stuck her tongue out at him. He leaned his head down and closed his mouth around it, licking lightly until she parted her lips. He slid his tongue inside, stroking her tongue with his.

She moaned softly and arched against him, her legs wrapping lightly around his waist and pulling him closer to her.

They had been having fun for a few hours now, now they made love.

He slid into her gently, both of them sighing with pleasure of just being close to each other. They made love gently, with the comforting feeling of old lovers. They held each other, words unneeded being said in hushed whispers. Murmurs gently floating up with their sighs, their hands lay together holding tight to each other as they moved in a rhythm as old as time.

When they reached their release they went together, their lips meeting in a sweet kiss, one that would etch itself in their memories forever.

Lucian let his weight settle onto her, holding her gently against him. He let her legs slide down his hips and curl with his. He smiled, it was something she always did.

"I'm not crushing you am I?"

"Mmm," she stretched under him, her hands roaming over his back, "no, I like it."

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Chuckling he lightly bite into her neck, drawing a gasp from her, and drank deeply. He closed his eyes as the blood rushed into his mouth, swallowing the cold sweet liquid before lifting his head away and stroking his tongue across her throat watching the puncture wounds close.

She smiled up at him drowsily, the hours of lovemaking, and the continual drainings making her sleepy. She reached up for him, to draw his head down so she could feed from him in turn but he pulled away gently kissing her lips.

"Sleep, my love," he whispered to her, and with so much of her blood taken, she fell asleep from the compulsion in his voice.

Lucian watched her confused eyes as they closed, watched her chest stop as sleep overtook her. As their kind didn't need to breathe, it didn't need to be kept up in sleep.

He hated to do it to her, but it had been so long since they left home that he needed to get back before the attack came.

Gently touching her cheek he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, he felt the slightest stirring as she kissed him back, even in sleep.

He stood up and dressed carefully before he left, locking the door behind him, he was gone before he heard her whisper his name as she fell back into sleep.

Far across town Arie lay in Louie's arms sleeping peacefully unaware of the danger lurking just outside the peaceful haven they made. She made a soft noise, and snuggled closer to him, feeling, even in sleep, his arms tighten around her protectively.

Their sigh mingled together, and as each of them whispered the others name, they heard them, through the deepest layers of sleep, and they smiled.