Author's note: Not set at any particular time (though pre-Deep Dark). No spoilers that I can think of.

Allow Me

Chapter One

Vicki flopped onto one of the leather couches in Henry's living room. After a few moments he came to join her, handing her a glass of wine. She gave him a sardonic look, but lifted her legs so he could sit. She lowered them again and Henry automatically reached for one of her feet and started massaging it.

"Good boy," she sighed, taking a sip of wine, "I'll have you fetching my slippers in no time."

"That depends. Will you rub my tummy afterwards?"

"Mm," she replied, settling back against the couch.

Henry continued to knead her feet, then paused to pull off her socks. Vicki didn't react, and Henry watched her carefully as he touched her bare feet. He was not massaging her now, so much as caressing. He had been planning this for weeks, had been waiting for the right moment. He was sure it would work this time, it had to.

His hand strayed to her ankles, then her calves. Vicki shifted her legs, but didn't pull away. Instead, she reached out, her hand resting lightly on the side of his head, touching his hair. "Hungry?" Henry turned his head to kiss her hand, then leaned over her, smelled her hair and her neck. She shivered, once, but her heartbeat barely sped up. She was relaxed and unafraid. Henry wanted to shake her, ask her why she trusted her body to him so readily, but would not trust him with her heart. He could tear her throat out any time he wanted, but he didn't. Why couldn't she understand that he would treat her emotions the same way?

If feeding was the only way she would allow him to be close to her, he would use it. His lips ghosted over the skin of her neck and he pressed gentle kisses against her pulse point, up the length of her neck, her jaw.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to play with your f-"

Henry kissed her slowly, but barely touching her, masterfully hiding the frustration that was so powerful he was afraid it might break him. Instead, he kissed her, and he felt her heart speed up. He felt her hand, still in his hair, gripping him but with the same gentleness he was showing her. She wasn't hurting him.

He pulled away for a moment and Vicki stared at him so hard he felt like she could see inside of him. Henry carefully removed her glasses, folded them and placed them on the coffee table. Then he dipped his head and kissed Vicki again, this time a little harder. Her hand clenched in his hair, she opened her mouth. Henry did not take the inventation. Instead, he ran his tongue over her lips, teasing her and refusing to enter her mouth. It wasn't long until Vicki to took the initiative, but as soon as Henry felt her tongue sliding across his lips he pulled away and trailed kisses along her jaw. Vicki tried to tug his head back to her mouth, but ceased her efforts when he bit her neck. He hardly used any pressure and his fangs weren't out yet, but Vicki gasped and gripped his hair hard, the nails of her other hand dug into his shoulder. He kissed the spot he had bitten, then moved to a different spot, closer to her shoulder, and bit again. He did this repeatedly until Vicki was positively squirming.

"Just do it," she grunted, moving her head aside and arching her neck up towards him.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm fucking sure."

"As you wish."

Henry did not bite Vicki's neck. Instead, he slid down her body and was partway through unzipping her jeans before she half sat up.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

Henry lazily kissed her stomach before looking up with her and smiling his best smile. "I'm doing what you asked."

"Uh huh. Since when did you have to take off my pants to feed?"

"Well, I could bite you through you jeans, but they would get stained and it would be terribly messy.

Vicki sighed, "oh, fine," and wriggled out of her jeans, batting away Henry's hands when he tried to help. "Happy now?" she asked, arranging the pillows to prop her up enough to see what he was doing, then reclined against them.

"Estatic," Henry replied, the grin still on his face.

"Don't you go trying any funny business," Vicki murmurred.

Henry didn't reply, instead he ran his lips down her thigh. He was pretty sure this would count as 'funny business' but he was equally sure that Vicki was not going to stop him. He kissed one thigh, then the other, becomming intoxicated by the smell of her blood and her arousal. Of course, he had been aware of the latter for some time, but it was very different when his face was only inches away from where he longed to touch her the most. As for the blood... he could always smell her blood, and he always wanted it. That craving was familiar and easier to ignore. It was also easier to satisfy and he nipped at her skin a few times before he bit in ernest, though not deeply. He wanted this to last as long as he could, which meant he had to drink slowly. He sucked at the wounds in her leg, holding her thigh with one hand, the other snaked around her hips to hold her still. As soon as he started to draw her blood into his mouth Vicki moaned, arching her back. Both hands were tangled in his hair now and she pressed his face against her and wrapped her free leg around him.

Vicki was trying not to make noise, trying not to react, but she couldn't help letting a few moans and grunts slip out. She wasn't nearly as vocal as most of the women Henry fed on, but every sound that escaped her lips told Henry that her control was slipping, and that was better than any scream or groan.

Henry started to suck harder and Vicki's little sounds increased in number. She tried to squirm closer to him, but he held her still.

"Henry," she groaned, "I... ahhh," She tensed, then went limp, panting.

Henry licked the blood away from the wound, then shifted so that he could kiss her forhead.

"Was it good for you?" She asked, a bit of tired cynicism creeping into her voice.

"Very."

"Hmph," Vicki blindly grabbed a handfull of his shirt and pulled him down on top of her. Henry positioned himself around and partially on top of Vicky, covering them both with a blanked that had been slung over the back of the couch. It wasn't the most comfortable arrangement, but Vicki was already half asleep and he was afraid that if he tried to move her she may decide she didn't want to cuddle after all.