AN: This is my first fan fic. Please be gentle!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Kresley Cole. The plot is all mine
He was dreaming of the fire. It had been years since he'd had the old nightmare but it had come back with a vengeance. Strange, he didn't feel like burning. He felt … different.
The flames licked his face, making sweat bead on his forehead and run down the back of his neck. He could feel it run between his shoulders and down into the waistband of his…pants? After the first burn, he had worn no clothes. His leather had melted to his skin, causing his legs to bubble and blister. He had been thankful that they were gone and were one less agony he had to endure. So where had these pants come from? Then he saw her. Emma. He saw her in the flames, writhing in pain, her body contorting as she screamed. He called out to her as he struggled against his chains. She couldn't be here. Why was she here? Terror engulfed his soul but he refused to submit, allowing the rage to overshadow everything except his burning need to free his mate. Emma's hair had caught fire and he could see her skin blistering. Her eyes flew open and flashed silver at him. "You did this to me." Her eyes were sad and accusing as she shuddered and died.
Lachlain came awake with a shout, sweat pouring down his face, his body cold. He took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself before reaching for Emma. Who hasn't there. His eyebrows drew up in surprise and he struggled out of the bedclothes that had tangled around his feet. He glanced at the clock at his bedside and found himself even more surprised. It was well into the afternoon. So where was his wife?
As Lachlain padded down the stairs, the stone cold on his bare feet, her heard Emma's soft singing. He smiled, knowing his mate only sung when she was truly happy. The Lunararium then. His feet moved quickly now that he had a destination but he froze in the doorway, his jaw dropping. Emma, his beautiful shy Emma stood in the center of Lunararium completely nude andbathedinsunlight. Her clothes were scattered on the floor around her and her face was raised completely to the sun, her eyes closed, her entire body radiating pure joy.
"Emma…what…" She started at the sound of his voice, her arms flying to cover herself until she realized who stood in the door.
"Isn't it amazing?"
"I doona understand, Emma. How can you be standing in the sun? Am I dreaming?" Lachlain moved swiftly to her, folding her into his arms. He was shaken completely to the core. His beautiful wife, his mate, the one he'd searched over a thousand years for was standing in the sun. His partvampire wife. Once, before he'd truly acknowledged what she was to him, he had left the curtains open in their hotel room and she'd begun to burn in the sunlight. His folly had tormented him and he had been overly careful since then, going so far as to install automatic shutters on all the windows in Kinevane, their home. Clearly he would need to get a shutter for this room too. But if Emma was standing in the sun… "Emma?"
Emma glanced up at her husband thru lashes, a blush staining her cheeks. "Well…I've been…experimenting."
"Experimenting? Explain please." The frown on his face made Emma a little nervous.
"Well, since things have…changed, I've been seeing what else has changed." Emma rushed on, seeing the scowl darken. "Since we've changed my diet, I figure that maybe other things have changed too. If a diet of blood is the reason why I couldn't have children, then perhaps it's also why I couldn't stand in the sun. Lachlain…it worked. I tried just be sticking my foot in the sun and when that didn't burn, I stuck my leg in the sun. I got a little bit burnt but I didn't catch fire. I didn't even blister!"
"Emma, how could you take such a risk? Didna you think of what could happen? I canna believe you would be so reckless!" Emma stepped back, folding her arms over her naked breasts, a low rumble of thunder sounding as her eyes flashed silver.
"Excuse me? Reckless? Do you know what it's been like for me? I have never stood in the sun, Lachlain. Never. Do you understand what it means to be left behind when you go outside during the day? To have never been able to run in a field when the sun is shining down? To have never gone to the beach? To not be able to share a picnic with you?" Tears sparkled in Emma's eyes as the thunder got louder.
"Och, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I didna think. It frightened me to see you in the sun. I couldna lose you." Lachlain sighed, reaching for Emma who allowed herself to be held.
"You aren't going to lose me." Emma reached up, pulling his face down to hers. "Ever." Lightening crashed over the castle when their lips met.
"I canna wait to see you in one of these new swimming costumes. Though I doona think I want to take you where there are other men."
Emma stuck out her lower lip in a pout.
"But the best beaches always have people! And wait until you see the bikini I have picked out. You're going to love it."
"And how would you know what the best beaches are?"
"Movies. Hello! You watched Lost with me! That was made in Hawaii so of course there are going to be people there!"
"Have I never told you that we have private islands? Off the coast of Ireland?"
"When can go?" Emma's face had lit up and he could scarce believe the excitement he saw in her eyes. The thunder had stopped.
"How about next week? That will give us time to have the manor made ready for us."
Emma leaped in his arms, wrapping herself around him. He loved the way she trusted that he would never let her fall.
"Husband, have I told you today how much I love you?"
"How about you show me instead…." He pulled her tight against him, his arousal pressing tight against her belly. Emma's arms tightened around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. His mouth was demanding as he stepped farther into the Lunararium and kicked the door closed. Emma lifted her legs to wrap around him, her core hot against his flannel pajama pants. He slid his arms down her skin, feeling it pimple at his touch, until he could grasp her ass. She moaned against his mouth as he dug his fingers in, loving the possessive way he touched her. His mouth continued to ravish hers as he carried her to the nearest table, knocking flowers out of his way as he went. Thank god it was a full moon and they were alone in the manor or they'd have had a very concerned butler interrupting. Emma's hands drifted down his back and then up again to bury in his hair. She tugged and scratched and felt him grow harder against her and couldn't stop herself as she squirmed against him, seeking release. When Lachlain deposited her on the granite counter she gasped at the cold contact and he chuckled deeply, enjoying the way she jerked closer to him and away from the cold. He felt her tongue run up the side of his neck, causing his head to fall back as her hands reached for the waist band of his pajamas. He dropped his mouth to her neck, trailing hot kisses down to her breast. Her nipples were hard peaks as he flicked his tongue on first one, then the other. He pressed against her, forcing her to lean back on her hands as he worshipped her breasts and worked his hand down to her hot center. She gasped, allowing her head to fall completely back as he slipped one finger and then two into her sex, using his thumb to work her clit. Lachlain brought one hand behind her back, holding her chest to his mouth and worked her hard. His cock was hard, throbbing but he knew he wouldn't last long once he got inside her. She moaned, her body starting to clench around his fingers. "Lachlain…." He looked up, blue slashing thru his eyes as he looked into her molten silver ones. She smiled her seductress smile, showing her fangs and bucked against his hand. "Fuck me." Lachlain groaned and swiftly discarded his pants. He pulled her to the edge of the table and put her legs on his shoulders and smiled deeply as he thrust…oh…so…slowly….into her. Emma brought herself down hard on his cock, drawing him fully into her as they both shouted. He kept his thrusts measured, loving the way her tits bounced and her blond hair cascaded over her shoulders onto the table. She moaned and shifted her legs, drawing him down to her and licked up his neck again. Lachlain felt his balls go tight and then the puncture of her fangs. As she drew a deep suck, he jerked against her, feeling her body clench and shake as her orgasm rocked through her, his own coming hot and heavy. He held her tight and pounded against her, feeling her walls clench and give as he pumped his seed deep into her.
Sighing deeply, Emma retracted her fangs and ran her tongue lightly over the punctures.
"It's a good thing we're immortal or I think we'd kill each other." Emma jested lightly but felt his arms tighten around her.
"No' funny Emmaline. We can still die. It's hard but it can still happen. If I ever lost you…"
"You won't." Emma framed his face with her hands and looked deeply into the eyes of her mate. "I'm not going anywhere."
