Just a one-shot I suddenly got inspired to write. This may be very rude, but I don't think it's an M, hopefully.

CPOV:

I knew it was wrong, but somehow I couldn't help myself. Michael was my guilty pleasure, and I was his. Yes, he was older than me, or he would be if he wasn't a vampire, yes he was married. But, it didn't matter to me, none of it did. He was my guilty pleasure. It was one of those rare moments when it was just us two, alone in the Glass house. Eve was at work, and Shane, who had finally got himself a job, was there too. Myrnin had 'important business' to attend to, and had given me the day off. It was something, that we had both been waiting for, Michael and I, to have some time for us.

I waited until Michael was downstairs, I could hear him moving around, making coffee. I slowly crept towards Shane's room, and checked to see that he was gone, he was. Eve's hearse was missing from the street. We were alone. Perfect. I went back to my room and put on the outfit I had prepared for this, it was something that I had been waiting months to show him. Smiling I put on the best underwear I owned: Black lacy crotchless panties, and a bra that gave everything away. I wasn't going to walk downstairs in that, oh no, I pulled on the shortest skirt I owned, and then the lowest cut top, which was see-through too. Smiling in the mirror I walked downstairs, barefoot, to show I wasn't going anywhere.

Walking into the kitchen I saw that Michael was making coffee,

"Hey Claire, coffee?" He said, holding up his mug.

"Sure," I said, walking up to him and then carefully sitting on the work surface.

"So." Michael said, trying to get me to talk.

"So.." I said, as I leaned in to talk to him. I saw him swallow and I knew that I had him.

"Wha- err what are you doing today?" He said, trying to control himself as I ran a hand down his chest.

"Staying here, I have the day of…" I said, going into seductive mode. I saw him gulp again, I smiled and said,

"What about you?" He gulped again and I saw that his tight black jeans looked rather too tight around his growing bulge…

"Err, I don't know…" He said now, his voice getting husky as he rubbed himself against me slightly.

"Hmmm…" I said and I slowly as he leaned against me, I turned to face him.

"Claire…" he said, his voice still angelic, but laced through with lust.

"Yes Michael?" I said innocently. That was enough for him, he immediately leaned onto me and started kissing me, parting my legs so he could get closer. I smiled as he gasped, he had realised that my pants had no crotch. Smiling, as he kissed me more passionately, it wasn't long until we were in my room, we never went in his. Except for small rendezvous, like if Shane was in the shower, we had them all the time, make-out sessions mostly, because we didn't have time to do what we wanted to do.

But today we did.

Smiling, he pushed me down onto the bed, still kissing me, his body laying on mine, his weight comfortable. I felt him shrug out of his top and do the same with mine, but on me. His angelic curls were tangled underneath my hands as I twirled them in it, as we both removed every article of clothing we possessed.

Naked, on the bed, our hands touching each other's bodies, we pleasured each other in a way our respective partners had never managed. I loved how cold his body was, how it wasn't warm like mine, but ice cold, I loved it. I loved how he was gentle, but how he was dominant too, putting us into positions that Shane just didn't do right, and which I knew Eve hated.

He slipped a finger inside me, and it was pure ecstasy. Nothing Shane had ever done compared to it. After he had me writhing in love, I did the same for him, taking him into my mouth and making him shout in joy.

Today we were animals, loving the pleasure and the love that surrounded us. We did it like animals too, acting like dogs. I loved it, and I know he did too.

Afterwards, lying there soaked in sweat, we smiled at each other. This was all we could ever be, and we both knew it. He was married, and I was in a relationship with Shane. But, yet we kept going,

"Claire?" he said, his voice still deep and husky,

"Yes?"

"You know we can't keep doing this right?"

"I know, but we can't stop either." He looked at me and we both understood each other.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Michael."

Below us was the unmistakable sound of Eve arriving home. I turned to Michael and he was gone.

He was my guilty pleasure, and I was his.

Well, that was fun. I didn't realise that I had this bad a mind, to be honest, I could have done this as an M but since I'm only 14 I thought, no, not yet. So, yes, hope you liked

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