A Drop of True Blood

Minisode: Vows of Midnight

She was beginning to tire of the ache within her head. Her eyes had become tried from the studying of various applications and video's that had been sent to her in reverence of her new 'Young Singers' Association. She was trying to aid a variety of budding artists to gain a footing within the music industry without them thinking the only way they were to get a head start in their career was to join a reality TV show.

She had spent hours looking over the video's and testimonies; she knew that none of them were good enough, they were the type of people who simply sent in an application form for a chance of meeting her, a past time that was becoming increasingly more annoying now that she was to take the next step into a peaceful future.

She removed herself from her thoughts when she looked towards the clock that was sitting on the mantelpiece of her large living room, inwardly cursing herself as she looked at the time. The young singer bolted from her spot, knowing she was already half an hour late. She shoved her figure up her curling stairway, ignoring her brother's snores from his bedroom as she forced her bedroom door open, grabbed her shoes and started hopping down the hallway as she tried to put on her shoes while moving.

Her heart was beginning to race with trepidation as she ran towards the forest that surrounded her home. She was weaving through the trees along the river that twisted and turned with the forest. She only needed her memory to guide her. She had roamed these woodlands for as long as she could remember. Hunting and feeding on the wildlife, right up to the west of her old territory and the Eastern Shore.

Cresting the hill, the young woman broke free of a dense patch of needle leaves and rolled freely down the embankment, a natural landslide that served her purpose more effectively now that it was covered in mud. She had shoved her body down to the ground, feeling her clothes catching on the murky dirty ground as she used her hand to direct her. It helped to speed up her arrival, knowing that if she had taken the car it would have taken her far longer compared to her new and rather controlled abilities.

Her vision was incomparable. Everything was much sharper, and more defined than humans and possibly even a werewolf. Her vision unhindered by the darkness, meant the colours were more vibrant, making human eyesight blind or mud-eyed in comparison. She smiled when she knew her eyesight exceeded that of a hawk, seeing everything with microscopic detail, looking into the invisible spectrum of light as she continued to bolt though the forest.

As she looked up she followed the Orion constellation with her eyes, allowing it to guide her past the rocky edge of the river and the cliff that travelled down to the river, aware of the peppered trees that littered the ridge; casting a soft shadow along the grey carpet of grass- beckoning her forward, determined to reach her family.

The young lady could smell the thousands of different trails of moving animals, the smell of predators stalking their prey. Her sense of smell causing her to become distracted; feeling the burning at her neck as if she was being called to find the prey, hearing the animal so she could track his movements. The objects were still several miles away, the good breeze, hearing the fluttering wings and heartbeats of small animals flying away out of shock from her sudden intrusion, spooked by her speed.

The night had always exhilarated her; allowed her freedom to hunt and to stalk in the woods she called her home. Behind the cloak of darkness, she could see an elegant doe, waving her white trail in a gesture of alarm, barking as it alerted it's herd as he went. Her breathing heavy and sporadic was an even cadence that mingled fluently with the nightly chorus sung by the woodland beasts.

She skidded to a stop, coming to the edge of the forest and towards the threshold of Shreveport town made a smile wash to her lips as she recognized the building in front of her. Her cheeks stung with the coldness and the wind that had whipped at her skin as she ran, her disfiguring scar that ran from her cheekbone right down to the middle of her neck was inflamed with colour as she took her first steps towards the bar in front of her.

The car park for the bar was empty, no heavy music was blearing from the walls as she felt her boots pressing onto the concrete of the pathway that lead to Fangtasia. The simple neon lights were however shining brightly into the night, voided of all sort of effect due to the large security light that hung over the porch way of the building.

The young singer once again heaved her figure towards the door, her violet eyes adjusting the sudden darkness of the bar as she closed the door behind her. Small amounts of red light emitted from the fairy lights that had been hung at the base of the ceiling, various neon's were hanging on the walls, lighting up notices or rules of the bar. However, as the singer headed further into the club, she noticed the intense range of alcohol and drink beverages that were available, the bar area being one of the main focal points baring Eric's throne and stage.

"Robyn!" A voice resounded around the empty club. Robyn shifted her lavender eyes to fall upon the large figure that was heading towards her. "I was expecting you earlier." Eric voiced as he held out his hand towards her. Robyn graciously took it, allowing him to pull her closer towards him as he held her close to his chest and placed a very loving kiss on her hair.

"I know, I got a little distracted I'm sorry. Damn applicants trying to fake their way into the association." Robyn breathed as she curled her way deeper into Eric's embrace. She could feel the small chuckle vibrating deep within his chest as he held on to her.

"You have no need to apologies, Pamela has not returned from her engagement just yet and the auditions do not start for another half and hour." Eric responded as the pair of them pulled away. Robyn smiled at him as she headed towards the bar while her fiancée walked towards the three chairs that were facing the stage, noting how he had already placed the stereo onto the small table, allowing the candidates to sort their own music out.

Robyn however, had headed behind the bar, lifting the staff hatch, noticing the bar stalls push against the side as she reached under the bar to grab hold of two glasses, the other reaching for a bottle of stored blood. The young hybrid allowed the thick substance to drip thickly into the clean glasses before she replaced the lid to the bottle and replaced it where she had found it.

Eric was looking rather distractedly towards the list of applicants, so involved in his work he did not notice Robyn had come to stand behind him until she had wrapped her arms around him, placing the drinks onto the table before she wrapped her arms completely around his neck, relaxing at the feel of his large hand that came to rest on her warm skin.

"How many applicants?" Robyn asked as she pressed her lips to the skin at the nape of his neck before she rested her chin on his shoulder.

"About half a dozen, but I may have to audition another group if no one impresses us." Eric resounded as he urged Robyn to walk around him, pushing her to land on his lap, her legs resting down his left side while her arms moved to his sides, feeling his curving physic underneath the low neck cotton t-shirt he was wearing.

"Not sure what your really want me to look for. I don't really know anything about dancing." Robyn expressed, as she looked up towards Eric, reveling in his loving embrace as he played with the loose curls of her brown locks, his piercing blue eyes looking directly into her violet ones.

"You'll know when you see it. Most people do. I just want an opinion from a professional."

"I'm a musician Eric, you very rarely see me dance" Robyn started

"Unless your in the kitchen." Eric replied with a large cheeky smile causing Robyn to smile back at him, the smile she saved only for him.

"Yes, but nobody else knows that." Robyn urged with a small smile as she scooted closer towards him, his comforting scent wafting to her nose as she sat with him.

"I got a message from Roman this evening." Eric voiced, breaking Robyn from her reprieve as she looked up towards Eric, an eagerness shining within her eyes that could not help Eric's love swelling in his dead heart.

"And?"

"He accepted our invitation; he's more than happy to officiate the wedding."

"He did?"

"Said he was surprised it took me so long to ask you. My guess is he has very few vampire weddings to conduct in the coming months."

"It's not just that, but many people are surprised you even asked me. I've made a relatively honest man out of you Eric." Robyn said with a smile, knowing what she was trying to say.

The pair of them must have been sitting together for a further twenty minutes, talking about mundane things with their wedding being the main topic that they discussed. However, they were pulled from their conversation when Pam walked into the bar, her emotionless features shining with life and radiance showing the couple that she had just fed.

Eric and Robyn readjusted their positions as the young singer placed herself on the chair that was sat next to Eric while Pam went to talk with the people they were to audition. Eric looked towards Robyn as Pam came to sit next to her and they waited patiently for the first person to come and walk onto the stage.

A young woman about 22 walked through the bar and towards the stage of Fangtasia. Her legs were bare while a pair of boot heels was pressed to her feet. Robyn could see tat she was wearing a leotard underneath her baggy shirt that fell to her stomach. She was pretty and from the look Pam and Eric were sharing she gathered that they agreed with her thoughts.

She continued to watch as the woman placed her CD into the stereo, walked to the middle of the stage and awaited the music to start. Robyn could make out the light beats of a bass drum, the guitar swirling into life as the woman smiled and then started to head bang at the outrageously heavy metal music. The sudden change in the woman's actions seemed to surprise Pam as Robyn looked between Pam and Eric who were watching.

Eric sighed, lifting his long legs and pressing them to the table in front of him, his arm resting on the back of her chair while Pam continued to sit next to her. As she watched, the woman continued with her routine that consisted purely of air guitar and head banging.

"Oh stop." Eric stated, a frown on his features, the woman continued, "Stop!" Eric shouted, finally being heard over the large music as the woman stumbled, removing the hair from her mouth as she leant over and paused her CD. "Thank you." Eric replied, not really wanting to make eye contact with her as he sat there. "We're looking for something a little less eh, ridiculous."

"Oh, well I can tone it down." The woman replied, her thick southern accent vibrating around the club as she tried to defend herself, disappointment shining within her features as Eric spoke with her.

"I would rather see you turn it off." He replied curtly, Pam smiling at him as he spoke while Robyn looked away, knowing that she could not really show much emotion to try and keep her reputation in tacked. The woman simply removed her CD from the player and started heading of the stage. But Robyn could see the torment in her eyes, watching as she stopped as if to say something else.

"I know y'all are Vampires, but you don't have to be such bitches about it."

"Actually we do." Pam snapped, her cold and heartless exterior shining through "Next!"

The next woman was not much better, standing in her early 40, terrified of Robyn's vampire company with some ridiculous dance moves Robyn could tell why Eric let out a large disheartened sigh. She was dismissed.

Now, as Robyn watched the next man dancing she knew she would not be able to remove how ridiculous he was. The man was dressed in nothing but pants that covered his private area. His buttocks were on show while a wicker hat was pressed to his head. He was a very unattractive man who thought he was the bee's knee. Robyn had seen many people like this in her lifetime.

But, his dance moves were not much better, with cheesy country music and a rather unfortunate obsession with James Bond Robyn couldn't help but let her mouth drop open in embarrassment. Eric had his fingers pressed to the bridge of his nose while Pam simply called for the next dancer.

Again, the dancer was a woman in her mid twenties. However, her dancing made Robyn feel a little awkward. Pamela was enjoying herself, admiring the woman as she enthusiastically shook her rather large bum for her to turn around and showing the three of them the bottom of her boobs. As she continued her 'Sexy' dance Robyn could only smile as Eric dropped his head over the top of the chair, Robyn instinctively looking over at him, her awkwardness at the whole thing still vibrating through her as Eric looked towards her, his cheek resting on her warm wrist as the pair of them tried to watch her.

She had turned around once again, this time her hands coming to her boobs to start playing with them. That was the last straw for Eric and asked for the next candidate. Pam simply shoved her face to look at her Maker as if she was enjoying the show, the expression the dancer gave Eric was priceless and Robyn couldn't help but let her snort from erupting from her lips, the young singer lifting her hand to try and cover her smile.

The next man was even worst than the first. But something dawned on Robyn. Watching Eric's rather frustrated appearance she decided, as a spur in the moment thing what she was going to do. She excused herself, cursing herself for 'forgetting' Alcide and rushed towards Eric's office, leaving him to deal with the chap in front of them.

Robyn couldn't help her excitement rushing around her body at the prospect of cheering up and joining with her fiancée. Considering the pair of them had been very busy lately and hadn't had much time to themselves, to just be a couple. That's why she treated him to her black camisole underwear set. She placed the black bra straps over her shoulders, feeling the support on her breast while the soft netted material washed over her stomach and ended just below her bottom while a pair of matching panties was pressed to her hips.

She heard Pam shouting next, that's when Robyn knew it was her turn to tease her fiancée. She opened the door to the office, allowing both Eric and Pam to turn towards her, obviously hearing the door open and close and Robyn couldn't help but smiling as the pair of them ogled at her.

"My Eric, you failed to tell me she was perfect." Pam expressed as she looked between Eric and Robyn who was still walking towards them.

"I'll handle this alone Pam." Eric sighed, a rather seductive smile on his features.

"Oh no, I cannot possibly let you do that."

"Get out of here. This ones mine." Eric voiced in Swedish, taking a brief look up towards Robyn who was smiling down at him.

"Selfish."

"Insubordinate." Eric mumbled back, getting to her feet, looking Robyn over once again before she headed from the room.

Instead he said nothing as she walked slowly, with short, purposeful steps, each one growing just a bit more confident every time he didn't protest.

He just continued to sit there, watching her. Waiting for her. Waiting for his alluring fiancé to reach him.

Her hips were leaning against his knees and he spread his legs to let her step even closer. Her hands found his hair and his eyes fluttered half-closed, watching her as she oh so gently re-discovered the feel of his hair between her fingers.

Then, once she had her fill of playing through his hair, her hands wandered down his face, skimming over his sideburns, grazing along his cheeks, to settle near his temples. He tried to force back the groan building in his throat but he only managed to distort it, and a strangled whimper passed his lips instead as he leaned into her touch. She massaged his temples with her fingers.

He needed to stop her, to continue with his job, he vaguely recalled that need, and yet it was just as much a surprise to him as it was to her when his hands shot up to take hers, pulling them away from his face. He caught her eyes, finding them dark and hungry.

"Robyn," he reached out to her, pulling her face closer to his, resting her forehead against his. Her breathes coming out in huffs, tickling his cheek and loosening his mind's grip on control. His fingers played through her hair; his thumbs running over her jaw. When she leant into his touch, he nearly forgot himself. Two fingers stroked her temple, his eyes fluttered half closed, and he was so close to touching her mind, to invite himself in on one of the most intimate ways possible.

"It's been too long Eric." Robyn whispered as she maneuvered herself into a better position. Robyn lifted her toned legs, allowing them to rest either side of Eric's legs as she straddled him, pressing her torso to his as she felt his hand cupping her bottom to keep her steady. Robyn lifted her arms, wrapping them around Eric's shoulders as she absentmindedly played with his blonde locks.

"We've had things to do." Eric whispered, his face looking up towards her, his desire washing around his body as his beautiful lover sat seductively on his lap, feeling her perfect curves pressing onto his sculptured chest as she teased him.

"That's not the point. We have to make time." Robyn said with a smile. Her right hand was rested on his chest, using it to steady herself as she moved even closer. Her lips pressed on the side of his. He was still, not touching her, but as her closed lips pressed against his he stopped thinking.

A pink tongue rolled over her dry lips and then she pressed her lips to his again, gently sucking on his top lip.

Her hand ran over his shoulder and she rested it on his cheek. The heel of her hand nudged his chin down and he opened his mouth for her. She kissed him again, and this time he kissed her back just as passionately. She sighed encouragingly, or at least he thought she did. Her palm slid along his cheek, burrowing into his hair.

Robyn grazed her tongue over his bottom lip before entering his mouth. It surprised him. She was changing the rules again, taking control, and teasing him, working him up, not allowing him to savor things for too long. His mind was spinning, working overtime in a desperate attempt to understand what her tongue was doing. Running over his teeth and tongue and lips, mapping out his mouth, and then he got it. His hand curled around her neck and it tangled in her hair, pulling her closer. Eagerly, his tongue began to move against hers, dipping it into her mouth and running it along her teeth and lips.

Robyn gently pushed at his shoulder, forcing him to break the kiss. Her lungs were shuddering in the attempt to take in enough air. He waited patiently as she leant her forehead against his, desperately catching her breath.

"I may be a vampire my love, but I'm still part wolf, I need to breath." Robyn said with a smile, her hands wrapped tightly around her lover's arms as the pair of them rested their foreheads together again as the pair of them sat together.

However, in his response he lifted on hand to untangle from her hair and she worried for a moment that he was going to pull away and stop them again, return them to sanity. But, instead, both his hands cupped her cheeks. The tip of his nose rubbed against hers and his cool fingers split to wrap around her ears, applying a light pressure. She gasped in surprise at the unexpected sensation, but there was a spark of pleasure, enough to make her arch her back a little, wanting more.

Robyn had absolutely no idea what he was doing, but as his fingers trailed down along the sides of her face, a tingling followed. It was like gentle electricity being emitted from the tips of his fingers. It was intoxicating and completely overwhelming. She let her eyes flutter closed, focusing on the erratic rhythm of her heart and the indescribable sensations of his fingers brushing along her jaw.

Her breath hitched in her throat when his lips descend on her eyelids. His fingers continued to travel around her face- under her eyes, along her forehead, touching the shell of her ears. Then he found the dip beneath her jaw with his nose, nuzzling it, his nose following the ghost of a trail left by his soft lips down the delicate skin of her throat, only stopping when he reached cloth.

Her face was burning and she knew that her cheeks must be horribly flushed. But she couldn't bring herself to care as long as he was doing whatever it was that he's doing to make her feel so… something. So aroused? So dazed? So unbelievably out of breath?

But then he stopped. She nearly whimpered at the loss of the tingling sting that has been coming off his hands. Her eyes fluttered open to find him watching her, his eyes hooded and dark.

"Whoa," comes out in a half-pant, half-sigh. "What was that?"

"Telepathic touch."

"Right," she breathed out.

"Hmm… Could make for a very interesting combination kissing and telepathy… I had been wanting to try that for some time, to see how connected the pair of us truly were" His mouth was playing with the words, forming them in exaggerated movements of his lips and tongue, his tone coming off playful but she could see the hunger in his eyes. She wasn't listening to the words spilling from his mouth; her mind was already racing ahead, imagining just how good that tongue would be at other things, telepathic or not; preferably telepathic.

He smiled at her, his eyes nearly black and burning for her, and his fingers played with her russet locks. She couldn't ignore the ache growing between her legs. She needed him. Badly.

She leant forward, her hands combing through his hair and pulling his mouth to hers, his lips moved with hers and his hand tilted her face back, changing the angle so that he could take control. She moved her hands along his sides, wrapping her hands around his back, pulling him between her legs once again, sighing in relief as the rub of material pushed against her throbbing centre.

She wasn't sure when his hands had come to hold her hips and she really didn't care because her camisole had ridden up so his hands could be snaked underneath, the skin on skin contact creating the same electrical prickling that caused her to gasp.

He shifted back, breaking the kiss. A strangled noise of complaint erupted in the back of her throat and she tried to lean back into him, but he stopped her, his hand reaching up and caressing her cheek, bringing her forehead to rest against his.

"Robyn…" Shudders ran down her spine at the sound of her name- a deep, throaty moan. "Not here."

She found his gaze. His eyes were black, his pupils so dilated that there was only a rim of blue remaining around the edges. Her hands slid up along his back and over his shoulders, her fingertips coming to rest on the place his pulse once had been.

Some how she remembered where they were and the thought occurred in some distant part of her brain that a chair in Fangtasia was probably not the most comfortable place in the world to be doing this. She stroked his hair on her way down to his shoulders. She kissed him once, shortly, before pulling away, pushing against his chest and forcing him to move away just enough to allow her to stand. She thought that she saw his lips part in a whimper, but the blood was pounding so loudly in her ears that she couldn't tell. She reached out her hand to him and he took it without hesitation, letting her tug him towards the door.

They didn't touch as they ran through the forest, except for their clasped hands. It wasn't until Robyn had pushed her way through her bedroom door that she forced herself back onto Eric who readily clung onto her.

She dug her fingers deeper into his hair and thrusted her tongue against his, rocking her hips into him to get him to play along. His hands pushed her camisole out of their way, body screaming for more contact. She arched against him, shivering against the combination of his cool palms and the electricity bursting between them and her spine.

She was desperate. Her body was humming for more. More of him beneath her; more of the electricity vibrating over her skin.

Her hands clenched the front of his shirt, forcing it over his shoulders and dropping the material in a heap on the floor. Her hands started to roam over his chest, mapping out the contours of his chest, feeling the muscles shimmering with power and desire as the pair of them, still clasping and chapping at each others lips as they hungrily devoured their fix of their partner. As her hands came into contact with his skin more of the sparks pricked at her hands, causing the pair of them to sigh into each other. Robyn could only smile against his lips, knowing that she too was providing him with a telepathic stimulant.

Her hands slid up his chest, rolling over his shoulders and pushing him back. He dropped his hands to her hips as she leant back away from him and reached down to grab the hook of her bra and allowed it to drop from her torso, throwing it somewhere forgotten on the floor.

She always relished in the way he gazed at her naked form. Her muscles twitched in surprised delight as he stroked her tummy with slow, deliberate fingers. He took his time before letting his palms graze along her sides and breasts. She plays with his hair, thankful for the lack of gel.

His hands returned to her, gently stroking her breasts, grazing over her nipples and softly squeezing the lush mounds of flesh. Robyn wanted to see him, to know that she was causing the look of desire reflecting in his eyes. She wanted to watch as he trained his full concentration on her. But it was all too much for her. Every contour of his hands burned her with painful desire and closing her eyes against the onslaught was her only defense against the sensory overload.

So she did just that; she let her eyes drift closed and her head tilt back and focus solely on how good he felt. His lips were dry when he leant into her, burning a trail of fire along her jaw, knowing that she had finally relinquished her control to him.

Between the sparks stimulating her nipples to a near painful point and his tongue tasting the skin on her neck and the forgotten ache burning between her legs, she was certain that she might die right then and there in his arms. His lips had latched onto her breasts, his hot breath warming the cool skin, a tantalizing change of temperature. Her mouth fell into a soft 'O' and air rushed out of her lungs in a harsh, breathless moan.

Robyn began pulling at his belt buckle, fumbling with the zipper, pushing his trousers easily off his slim hips. She didn't look down at him, her mouth currently locked with his in a battle of teeth and tongue. But she reached for him, her hand mapping and discovering that the shape of him was perfect, long, and painfully erect.

He whispered into her kiss and fell into her touch. His breath sounded almost pained as he gasped out words she couldn't comprehend. She grew bolder with his encouragements and wrapped her hand around him. His head tipped back and she couldn't resist nibbling at the skin exposed to her. She ran her hand along his length.

She didn't have time to think as Eric began to pant, if he could, sweat would be forming on his brow from the sheer concentration it was taking him to keep from bucking into her hand.

Now, oh please now, her body begged as she pushed him back until his knees hit the bed. He fell onto his elbows, shimmying back until she was left with the full sight of him- lean, naked body laid out over their bed.

Her hands were trembling as she removed her panties from her body. His abs flex, lifting him into a sitting position, just as she got onto the bed. He pulled her to him. Immediately she was overwhelmed by the rush of desire sparking on every centimeter of skin touching his. A hum of pleasure radiated off her body and from her parted lips.

She shifted against him, straddling his legs. His erection was trapped between their bodies; gloriously cool against her burning stomach. His face buried into her neck as her magnificent fingers reach out to touch him again.

She guided him to her entrance, running his head along her slick folds once, twice- a third time before she sunk down on him. He was much larger than normal- harder and fuller and hitting every right spot. Her muscles clench around him and a strangled moan passed his lips in a whimper. He rocked up into her. Rocked, didn't thrust, not yet. He was giving her time to get used to him again. His hands travelled along her sides, the warmth of the electricity burning a trail of sparks down her body. He held her hips tightly as he grinded her into him. His lips parted, air rushing up his throat. She kissed him, swallowing his moan.

The coiling tension was driving her as she began to move. She rose up just enough to shift her weight, rocking her hips in figure eights. But she couldn't wait any longer.

Her hands shifted from his neck onto his shoulders to help her shaking thighs lift her body. It was incredible. Almost too much when combined with the electricity scraping her breasts.

His reaction was quick, sudden. His grip was bruising her hips and he pulled her down, burying himself deep within her. One arm snaked around her waist and the other slid up her back, holding her tight against him.

He was panting into her hair; his hands were shaking as they held her. He seemed content to stay like that but her body was crying 'again, again'. She tried to move, but his grip prevented her. So she leant back, voicing her question by stroking his cheek. He didn't answer. Just leant in and kissed her.

Then she felt it.

He flared inside of her; he was quivering against her sensitive flesh. She cried out and buried her hands into his hair. His hands clamping down, holding her still.

It took a while, pant after breathless pant, before she figured it out. It was like he magnified the tingling sensation between his skin and hers. Because now it was everywhere, tingling and sparking and setting her body on fire and burning it with ice. And she loved it. Relished in it. Might easily become addicted to it. But then it was fading, shrinking to the back corner of her mind. She whimpered, mostly in protest. She wanted it back, needed it back, and she sensed he needed the same.

That's when he grinded against her. The movement was enough to rekindle the burning, an intensity almost mirroring the first but far more pleasurable. Then, just as the first, it tempered back into a frigid prickling. Guttural sounds racked her body, craving more. She buried her face into his neck, rocking into him.

No thrusting, apparently just grinding, but that was certainly enough. With every rock and grind and shift, the intensity mounted and remained longer, driving them higher and higher.

She could feel him stroking her everywhere. She was panting against his ear, kissing the soft flesh there. A tingle of pressure skimmed over her hip, another over her breasts, but it wasn't his hands touching her. Somewhere in her muddled brain she realized that it must be his connection with her that gave him that liberty. Robyn could barely breathe and she knows she isn't going to last much longer.

He nudged the side of her cheek with his nose, bringing his lips to her ear. A flick of his tongue and she clenched her muscles around him. She rolled her hips into him. His hands loosened around her waist to wander over her slick skin. He rocked into her, making them gasp in tandem.

His lips peppered the side of her face with kisses. She turned her head, her lips seeking him hungrily. She leant back, strangled noises escaped from the back of her throat; the change in angle brushed him against her neglected clit.

The electricity was building in her, winding throughout her body and coiling inside her tummy until she was quivering around him. His strokes were becoming more urgent. The electricity magnified as her muscles trembled, drawing out her orgasm. He climaxes after her, his body tensing beneath her, holding her tighter to him, as his cold fluid spread inside her.

Softly his fingers dragged over her back, caressing her as she absently ran her hands through his hair. His lungs shaking, his breathe tickling her ear just before he buried his face into her clavicle. His breath coming in soft pants from his opened mouth, mingling with the sound of hers as they both struggled to control their breathing.

His fingers wound through her hair, bringing the soft strands to his noise, breathing in her scent; Robyn curled around his body, resting her head on his shoulder as she stroked his ribs. Eric smiled happily down towards her wrapping his own arm around her, holding her tight against him.

"I've missed this." Robyn voiced once she had regained her breath, moving her head to look up at Eric who smiled. Her purple eyes glowing with the aftershock of her orgasm. His fingers were grazing her racing pulse along her wrist before taking her hand into his and bringing it to his lips.

"I've missed you my dear." Eric said as he clung onto her tight, planting another kiss to her hair as the pair of them joined in a peaceful and deeply loving embrace.