DISCLAIMER: Some parts of this chapter are a bit... explicit. You can skip it, but where's the fun in that?

They had gone to sleep together, a dangerous proposition considering Mavis' father could walk in on them, but surprisingly enough, he didn't. Maybe he had guessed that they needed alone time to smooth their problems over, so he had decided to not bother them for the time being.

Mavis was the first to come back to reality, slowly shaking off the numbness of sleep, yawning lightly against Johnathan's chest. While she went through the process of waking up, she was able to listen and feel his heartbeat. It was calm and alluring to her, at times hypnotic. As creature of the night, her heart didn't beat, since it served no real purpose to her biology, so she had always found his heartbeat an amazing and curious marvel. Not only that, but the warmness of his body, that was another incredible thing for her. Both these things made for a unique experience when she was with him. Cuddling became her favorite activity early into their relationship, because she got to enjoy both of these things in one go, and for as long as she wanted.

Then she remembered what they had argued about the night before.

It made her sad, to think about what her boyfriend was willing to give up. For her. She never had stopped to think about the long-term implications of their relationship, they had 'rolled with it' since the very first day, and it had been blissful all the way. Until they actually got to where they wanted things to go serious. Johnathan's humanity was the very first point they had had to discuss, and it soon turned into a bitter subject, always ending with them getting mad at each other and giving the other the silent treatment. That behavior had lasted for at least a couple of months now, and the couple was becoming used to being annoyed or downright mad at each other, and that wasn't boding well for them. But Mavis wasn't very concerned about it at the moment. She loved Johnathan, very deeply, and she was getting tired of all the fighting they had been doing lately, so she decided then and there that they would not touch the subject at least for that night. She wanted to spend a night without a frown in her face, a night where none of them were mad or annoyed at each other. She wanted them to remember the love they felt for each other, and fighting wasn't the way to achieve that.

The young man began to stir slowly while waking from his slumber, groaning lightly when he felt an alien weight on his chest. As he fully regained consciousness he remembered that it was Mavis laying on top of him, so he avoided any sudden moves that could send the wrong message.

"Good morning, beautiful" he said softly to her, kissing the top of her head affectionately and tightening his embrace on her a little bit. Mavis giggled softly to herself, and cuddled as close as she could to him.

"You mean to say good night, handsome?" she retorted while she closed her eyes. The moment was so delightful that she almost regretted that they would have to get up at some point to get some breakfast.

"Yeah, sorry, I still get it wrong sometimes. How are you feeling?"

"Happy. Blissful. Comfortable. Can we stay like this for a while? It's been too long since… we've had moments to ourselves" her voice nearly broke at the second part of her sentence, briefly clutching his shirt in her left hand.

"I know… I'm… I'm really sorry Mavis. I've been so careless about everything… I knew the subject upsets you and I still pressed on with it. I feel so crappy about that… I should be doing my best to make you happy, and instead…"

The girl used her index to silence him gently, already upset about how he was feeling guilty because of her. Maybe she had been reacting poorly to the subject, but she hadn't just realized how much her attitude had made Johnny feel guilty. Just another strike to the list of negative things she had done to him.

"Could we please just… shelf the issue for now? Just… enjoy a night on each other's company? I'm tired of arguing and fighting, Johnny. I love you, and with everything that's happened… I don't want you to hate me" she hid her face against his chest, hiding her shame and fear from her boyfriend.

"What?! Mavis have you gone crazy? I could never hate you! I love you, more than you would ever imagine! I wouldn't hate you just because we've been arguing. Couples can have disagreements, it's normal, we just need to… sort it out. And I know we can. But yeah, I would like a night for ourselves. It's been… forever since we've been on our own."

"Yeah. So… can we? No more fighting?"

"Yeah. No more fighting, Mavy"

Count Dracula was pleasantly surprised when he arrived into the dining room and saw the young couple having breakfast together and talking pleasantly. He was about to get closer when he saw Johnathan get up to get some more food from the buffet, then seeing his daughter sigh thoughtfully. So it wasn't settled yet.

He used the moment to swiftly, yet discreetly, move closer to her.

"Hi, dad" she tried to sound upbeat, but the hint of sadness was still present on her voice.

"Good night, my sweet Mavy Wavy…"

"Dad! I'm 121! You don't have to baby me anymore" she responded, slightly ashamed by the vampire's overbearingness.

"Ok, I'm sorry, Mavy. How are you tonight? It's been long since I've seen you too down here together, is everything ok?"

"Yeah, we are fine, dad. We've put the fighting on hold for the moment. Although…"

"Although?"

"What am I gonna do, dad? I know what's going to happen to Johnny if we don't do something about his mortality. But…" she sighed, once again distressed by the matter. Before she could go any further, her father put his hand on her shoulder, an act that helped her relax just enough to not start tearing her hair off.

"I know, sweetheart. Tell you what, I'll do my best to come up with a solution that can satisfy you both, but promise me one thing"

"What would that be, dad?"

"That you'll stop stressing over the argument and go back to loving your Zing. His life is short, Mavy, and wasting time arguing will make you feel guilty when times is up. I promise I'll come up with something, but just promise this to me. Please?"

The girl looked up at him, with a mix of hope and sadness, and for a moment he thought she would refuse.

"You really think you will find a way, dad?"

"I know I will" he answered confidently. After all, he was Count Dracula, wasn't he?

"Ok, dad. I promise" with swift speed, she was up and hugging her father tightly, the older vampire returning the hug without hesitation. Before Johnathan came back, the Count left so his daughter could make good of her promise, while he would make good of his.

The woman looked around the lobby, a hidden modicum of revulsion festering inside her.

This is humiliating. I'm a black sorceress, why do I have to stay in a sissy-ass hotel?

It was a etheric question, of course she knew the answer.

Some idiot had blown the whistle on her to the people that lived near of her old home. She soon had found her home constantly spied by curious onlookers and Peeping Toms, which made her work all the more dangerous to carry out. She had more pressing concerns than to be the circus act of stupid humans. And then, some stupid monster hunter had showed up, setting her home, her laboratory, and the work of her (immortal) life, on fire. The wretch was so proud of itself and his stupid actions that he had gloated it all to the locals. Luckily, she could pass as a normal human just fine, so she was able to mingle with the people while she looked for a solution to her problem. Watching the hunter bragging was something that infuriated her, but payback had been so sweet. The bastard was now six feet under, and she was sure the process to get there had been very, very painful.

After travelling far and wide, looking for a place to hide, she had found out this place, Hotel Transylvania, that was supposed to be incredibly safe and away from humans. It was far from what she wanted, but if it meant a safe environment, she would put up with it for a while. She headed for what she supposed was the place's check-in desk, manned by what she would later confirm to be the dumbest and most useless zombies she had seen in existence. After what seemed to be like ages, she got a key to a room and was on her way, not without fuming and muttering all the way there.

Room 170.

At least the place wasn't as human-looking as she expected, suiting her style. Yet, somehow, she could whiff out the trace amounts of a human being in the vicinity. In a place that prided itself to be safe from human attackers, that was unthinkable. She would investigate later, after resting up and regaining her energies.

This was long overdue.

Johnathan willed the flying table to go faster, lest he lost the race, and have to endure a whole load of "I won" from his girlfriend. He looked around, but, somehow, the girl had disappeared from his sight. Before he could wonder where she had gone, her face appeared upside-down in front of him, sealing her lips on his and momentarily stunning him. The kiss ended almost as abruptly as it started, with Mavis winking at him as she sped away, leaving him behind and single-handedly winning the race, much to Johnathan's disgrace.

"That was low, Mavis!" he whined as soon as he leveled his table with hers. Mavis sat comfortably with her legs outstretched, softly giggling at having won by what was, admittedly, not a very ethical move. Johnathan just huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Dracula's daughter rolled her eyes good-naturedly, and signaled for him to come closer with her right index. While the young man was still upset over losing the race, he couldn't just say 'No', Specially not when she looked so beautiful in the moonlight. He brought the table closer to hers, and got surprised by her jumping on top of him and pinning his form against the table.

"You are such a sore loser" she softly told him, bringing their faces closer. Needless to say, he was quite nervous about the possibility of Count Dracula flying in on them in this situation, but Mavis' scent was intoxicating, and the closeness was already giving him some very dirty ideas. I want her so bad…

So he let go of his worries in that moment, giving in to the pure lust both of them were feeling. The kiss was passionate, deep, and turned into a making-up session that was getting very heated by the second. She was a kissing machine, and he had to struggle to keep up and not suffocate by the lack of air in his lungs. Between gasps and deep breaths, she allowed him some breathing room, only to avoid having the moment broken by such inconveniences, but she found him moving downwards from her lips down to her neck, where she could feel his warm breath clashing against her cold skin, and his lips running along her sensitive neck, quickly making her feel a sensation she was familiar with, but hadn't had much, if any, of in the last months. He had now moved on top of her, 'pinning' her in the same place she had done the same to him, but they both knew it was a ridiculous arrangement. Mavis could easily just push him off of her if she wanted, but she really, really didn't want to do so. It was, however, when his hands were travelling upwards from her hips -and bellow her current clothing- that she did actually stop him.

"Wait! Stop!" she softly commanded, her breath now extremely jagged.

"What's the matter? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?" he asked with worry, looking at her for an answer.

"No, no, it's just… not here! Can we… go somewhere private?" she asked, not letting him separate too much from her.

Yes, of course they could go somewhere more private.

Oh, for ghoul's sake!

The sorceress awoke, the racket in the room across from hers was barely audible to most of the hotel, but her dabbling on with dark magic had left her with intermittent hyper-awareness and enhanced senses, a course that she would never stop complaining about. Specially at times like these.

"What is that dreadful noise?" she muttered, as she tried to focus on solving her own question, listening to what was going on, but quickly regretting it, "Oh, damn, they are matting!"

Just her fucking luck. But there was that human smell again, and it was… coming from the room? And there was another one, but this one wasn't as easy to discern. A monster mating with a human?! It was ridiculous! Unheard of in this time and age! A travesty, to say the least. Besides, why would any monster, superior in every aspect to any human, want to pursue carnal pleasure with such lowly creatures?

Now she was interested. It was strange, and she could very well find a way to exploit the situation to her benefit. In the meantime, she would have to find a way to cancel out the noise to be able to sleep.

Must be both young, they are going at it as if the world is going to end today.

He was covered in sweat, and he felt a little uncomfortable having her lying against him in this state, but she didn't seem to mind at all. Their breathing steadied in a few minutes, time which they spent in silence, still in a daze about what they had just done.

"Are you ok?" Johnathan asked her, trying to look down towards Mavis, of whom he could only see the top of her head.

"Yeah, I'm… ok. It was… great" she answered, while her eyes remained shut from the bliss. She was, admittedly, feeling a little tired, and sunrise could not be too far away.

"Yeah… it's been long since we… you know…"

"Yeah. I guess all that fighting doesn't really set the mood for… intimacy. Does it?"

"Hardly. Although having your dad in the same building is not very romantic, either" he half-joked, the dread of having the Count walk-in on them now coming back to him. Mavis just giggled softly, not too concerned about it. If needed be, she could keep his neck safe all by herself. But she really did hope it didn't come to that.

"You are kind of a wimp" she joked to the boy who huffed at the remark.

"And yet you love me. What does that make you, young lady?"

"It makes me a dummy in love. Still better than a wimp"

"Why do you say things that hurt me?" he faked sadness, all the while he kept a satisfied smile I his face. Life couldn't get any better than this any time soon.

Mavis sighed happily, now bringing her face closer to his once more.

"Ok, maybe I was a little bit mean. I can make it up to you, if you want"

"I would love to. But sun is almost coming up and your dad will expect you to be in your room. Maybe we can arrange something for later?" he suggested, regretting that they had to give it up just yet.

"Fine I'm taking a shower before I go, though" Mavis announced, getting out of bed… with no clothing on her form. Don't stare at her. Whatever you do don't stare at her… But she was his girlfriend, he couldn't avoid it, and it was plainly obvious that it was what she wanted, "are you coming too?"

God, I love this woman…

Long time, no update. At least in this story. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter (don't get funny ideas with Mavis, guys), and, as usual, please lave comments and feedback on the Reviews section, it's a good way to thank the stories' authors. Read you later.