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A/N: Thanks for the beautiful reviews!

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2

When Vera woke up she was acutely aware that she was alone in the bed. It felt like there was a solid, empty space where a cool body had been firmly pressed against her when she fell asleep in the early hours of the morning. It made her feel incomplete.

The realisation made her jolt upright as memories from her night with the vampire came back in crystal clear high-definition. To say that it had been intense would be the understatement of the century. There had been pleasure – so very much pleasure – but he had nearly killed her, and she… she had accepted, welcomed, her fate. She had wanted everything he did to her, even begged him to bite her again after that first time his fangs sank into her, causing the wildest rush of adrenaline and pleasure she'd ever experienced; she had been his so completely that she had literally given her life to him, to do with as he pleased.

And this was not good. It was not healthy. And it was certainly not smart.

She reached a hand out to turn on the bedside lamp, realising that her night vision was unusually clear as she could see the outline of the furniture in the room even though the blinds covering the windows blocked out any and all light from the outside.

A note was folded up next to the lamp with her name written on it in a neat scrawl. Frowning, she picked it up and unfolded it.

Vera,

Please enjoy my house while the sun is up. There is food in the kitchen for you, fresh towels in the bathroom and you can make use of the pool if you wish.

I will see you after sundown.

- Godric

What, so he expected her to just stay in his house all day while he was sleeping somewhere? This one-night stand had officially spun out of control.

She got out of bed to hunt for her clothes, finding it neatly folded on a chair, and suddenly realised that she was feeling – great. There was no ache, no pain – her hands scrambled to her neck and chest where he had bitten her, only to find smooth, unbroken skin. What?! She had seen her blood on his lips and fangs, tasted it as he kissed her. Not to mention that she should at the very least be limping after the mind-blowing-but-borderline-lethal sex. How..?!

This was too much. Too weird. Vera didn't like things she couldn't rationalise her way out of, and she certainly didn't like the fact that last night she had let go of her intellect and let her basic instincts take control. Let another take control of her.

She quickly ran to the bathroom to take care of her needs, including wiping away the undeniable confirmation that he had most certainly had her that night, combing through her wild bed hair with her fingers and washing off smudged makeup, before she got dressed and headed out of the bedroom so she could leave his house and get back to a world that she understood.

The house was more of a mansion, as she had vaguely noted the night before, but she had been too preoccupied with him to pay proper attention, and as she headed towards the main entrance with quick steps that made her heels click noisily on the marble floors, she realised that it was most definitely the home of someone very wealthy.

The front door was locked – with a key that was no longer in it. She looked around for a place it could be, but found nothing.

Her heart started pounding harder, which was just silly, she told herself. It wasn't like she was purposely trapped. Quickly, she moved to the large window, but this was also locked - with no key in sight. Her clicking heels carried her through room after room of locked windows until she got to the kitchen.

A gorgeous display of every type of fresh fruit imaginable took up most of the kitchen island, but what caught her attention was the patio door with a key in the lock.

It led her to a paved patio sporting a big, inviting pool and some wooden furniture with a gorgeous garden filled with flowering bushes and trees as a backdrop.

Vera ignored the beautiful display and headed for the tall fence walling in the little slice of heaven. It was mainly hidden by a thick hedge, but right by the patio it looked climbable, if she brought over a chair to stand on…

Climbing fences dressed in a pencil skirt and – now ripped – pantyhose, with a set of heels in one hand was not exactly easy, but she did manage to get out of the garden and – after some rummaging around on uneven ground – onto the paved road lined by expensive mansions as well as a street sign that made her able to call for a cab and actually tell them where to pick her up.

As soon as his conscience returned to him he knew his human was no longer on his estate. She was some miles off, down in the city, and she was a little frazzled but not overly so, so he was certain that she was in no immediate danger.

Godric climbed out of his cubby and sat about waiting for sunset in his dayroom. He was so old that he woke a few hours before the sun disappeared from the sky, which gave him some uninterrupted time to meditate or ponder over things he usually didn't get the chance to when darkness fell. Today, he spent his day-time thinking about her – about his Vera.

He had not expected her to walk into that café, smelling like something he wanted to roll around in; rub all over himself. But she had, and he had instantly known that she was to be his. Tearing down her intellectual defences had only increased his appetite for her, and when the scent of her lust for him hit his nostrils he had lost all will to control his desire to make her his.

The quickly-laid plan he'd prepared while ordering her that piece of cake was to court her, see her for at least a few nights, gently introduce the idea to her…
It had changed to immediately introducing a physical relationship when she had subtlety asked for it, but still sticking with the plan of waiting to deepen their connection until she knew more about him and would hopefully enter into the bond willingly.

But somewhere between the first thrust into her eager slit and her nearly dying from the exhaustion he had caused her, the darkness in him had decided that he was not waiting for what was rightfully his, and he would have given her his sacred blood that night even if she had not needed it to heal.
Something low in his stomach pulled warmly when he remembered her eagerness for it, how she had protested when he pulled his wrist from her lips. It had caused him to give her more than he should, seeing how intoxicated it got her, but the pleasure it had given him to see her blindly accept the blood-bond, strengthening it in her greed until she felt closer than his own skin, was soul-deep.

The ancient vampire was not pleased that she had left his home during the day, but he had not had the chance to explain to her the status of their connection so he could not blame her too much. He understood that she was a modern woman who thought herself independent and evolved. A smile crossed his lips as he remembered her haughty tone, the superior tilt of her head as she had first regarded him. Somewhere during their tryst her carefully upheld facade had come crumbling down, and she had shown him the woman underneath it as he had driven her harder than he had any human before her.

It would probably take a little time before she understood and accepted that she was now his, in the most primal sense of the concept, and he could appreciate that; he would be gentle with her. But he had no plans on waiting to have her with him until such a time. He had waited long enough.

As the sun sunk below the horizon, Godric went to the door of his dayroom, pressed in the code and scanned his fingerprint on the display before leaving for the night to go collect his human.

The knock on the door startled her out of her looping thoughts of the previous night; no matter how hard she'd tried not to think too much about the unsettling experience, her mind seemed to send her back to his bed, to his touch, even when she tried to focus on Nietzsche – a normally sure winner to rein in her thoughts.

Her heart throbbed excitedly as she went to answer the door, her blood humming in anticipation, but she ignored her treacherous body as it was clearly not to be trusted after how it had surrendered to a stranger so easily and completely, leaving her frazzled and unsure of her own judgement the next day. But when she had unlocked and opened the door she wished she'd paid more attention to the signals it gave her as the man on her doorstep was the very last sight she needed right now, despite the happy purring from down low at his sudden appearance.

"Godric!" She exclaimed in surprise, raking her brain to remember when she'd let her address slip. "What… what are you doing here?"

"Vera." His gentle, velvety tone was an odd contradiction to the darkness in his deep eyes. "You forgot these when you left." He held out her glasses and she gaped – she'd forgotten all about them up until then, which was absolutely ridicules as she was blind as a bat without them… though, she hadn't been. Her sight had been perfect all day.

"Uh… thank you," she managed, reaching out to pluck them from his hand, shuddering involuntarily as her fingertips brushed over his.

"Won't you invite me in?" he asked softly. "I believe there is much we must discuss."

A warning bell rang in the back of her mind, stopping her from immediately granting his request. Old myths fluttered to the forefront of her mind… he needed an invitation to come in, and the darkness in his eyes gave her the sudden realisation that maybe she would be safer if he didn't.

"Uhm… What do you mean that we have much to discuss?" she asked hesitantly, trying to draw out time so she could gage the best course of action.

"Vera." His gently commanding tone made her look up at him, and instantly her mind and body relaxed. "Invite me in, my dear."

Her mouth broke in a soft smile. "Of course. Come in, Godric."

He stepped over the threshold just as she realised what she'd done, but it was too late then and she tried to calm her wildly beating heart. If he'd wanted to hurt her he would have done so last night… Right?

"You have nothing to fear." He rounded on her, gently grasping her face between his hands. "I will never harm you."

Vera's body seemed to function on its own accord, leaning into his touch and pressing up against him as if she couldn't get close enough. "What do you want?" she whispered as her arms came up to wrap around his back.

Godric smiled softly at her involuntary embrace. "You." His lips descended on hers, causing a whimper to escape her before she pressed deeper into the kiss, hands fisting at the back of his shirt though her mind protested at the ease with which he made her surrender.

Their lips were still locked together when his hands started moving down her body, finding their way to the waistband of her soft home set's pants, pushing down the front of them and slipping inside her panties to brush over her lips.

The blonde woman pulled back from his kiss. "I thought you wanted to talk?" she asked breathlessly, fairly sure sex with this man, this vampire, was a very bad idea seeing as how it had almost ended last time, although her traitor of a body had already responded fully to his light caress, moistening her folds and exposing the nub of nerves he was now stroking with gentle circles of his thumb.

"I do," he replied calmly, ignoring the light pushing of her hands against his arms and easily trapping her against the wall with just a small shift of his body when she tried to move away from him. "I am sure you have questions… " He smiled when she finally couldn't hold back a whimper at his administrations, and slipped two fingers inside of her. "Things, you need to know to accept this."

Her head fell back against the wall as he added a third finger. "What are you doing to me?" she groaned, feeling the wetness starting to leak as her hips bucked against his touch.

The dark haired man chuckled, pulling down her pants fully with his free hand and opening his own. "I thought you were familiar with that particular part, Vera." He pulled out of her and she breathed in in a mix of relief and disappointment, but just then he grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up, pressed against the wall.

"Godric, n..!" She didn't finish voicing her protest before he was fully sheathed within her, making her toes curl up in pleasure as another whimper pushed past her lips. "Oh, god!"

"It is very simple, really," he mumbled softly into her neck as he moved slowly in her, causing gasps to erupt from her throat and her fingers to claw unthinkingly at his clothes. "I have claimed you – and you are mine. Your body." He thrust a little harder to emphasise his point. "Your blood." His lips nipped at her neck. "Your soul. All mine."

Vera tried to reel in her mind as she got the unreal impression that this was her only chance at bargaining for her very freedom. It proved very difficult with his hardness inside of her, rubbing at sensitive spots and nudging at her cervix in just the right amount of pleasurepain while his mouth worked on her neck and jawline.

"How..?" She didn't recall entering into any sort of arrangement with the vampire.

"I fucked you, drank your blood… gave you mine. My scent is all over you, warning other vampires not to touch you." The darkness in his eyes shone brightly at that thought. She was his. "I can sense you like you are a part of me – because you are."

This was ridicules. Even through the haze of pleasure and her body's betraying excitement at his words she knew this. "You can't just march in here and proclaim that I belong to you," she hissed – or rather moaned. "I am not a sla- oh god, slave! I never agreed to this."

Godric pulled back from her neck but didn't cease the movements of his hips that had her struggling to cling on to reality. He grabbed her by the jaw, gently but with just a hint of pressure that suggested he wanted her surrender. Now. "I don't want you as a slave. I will take care of you, give you everything you could possibly want. You will be safe, protected, treasured. I will never make you do anything you do not wish to do. But make no mistake, Vera… You. Are. Mine." He emphasised his words with his hips, and her eyes rolled back in her head as her moans turned to yelps.

"This was… supposed to … be… a onetime thing!" she managed to cry out while he slammed into her.

He stopped his motions, letting her dangle helplessly between the wall and his body so he could brush dirty blonde hair out of her face and place a soft kiss on her lips that was almost a mocking of the hardness inside of her lower down. "I do not remember saying that this was a onetime thing?"

"It was implied," was her tart answer.

Godric grinned at her stubborn attitude, adoringly brushing his fingers over her cheek before he pulled out and let her slide to the floor on wobbly legs, only to forcefully spin her around and press her up against the wall again. "I can tell that you don't want this to be the last time, though," he whispered into her ear, nudging her thighs further apart and then she felt his hardness at her opening again.

She whimpered as he re-entered her.

"You are worried and ashamed, but mainly, you just want me to never stop taking you as my own. Don't be scared, Vera. There is nothing to be frightened of, nothing to be ashamed of. I want you as much as you want me."

His dark voice almost caused the tentative grasp she had on her free will to snap. She clawed at the wallpaper in an attempt at pulling away, at not just melting into his body and becoming one with him. But he was right – a scarily large part of her wanted him to take over like he had last night, to make her give in with his body and dominance… and not let her go again.

"How about we… date?" she gasped in a last, desperate attempt to remain free. "See how we… oh!" He sped up as she talked, and she strained to keep balanced on the tip of her toes to not lose the discussion from sheer lack of ability to speak. "See-how-we-get-along-oh! Godric!"

"Remember how you said that vampires are people who happen to be different to yourself?" he hissed into her ear, forcing her down from her toes as he finally took full control of her.

She let out a high-pitched groan in response.

"You were only half-way right. We are very, very different to you, my dear, but we are not people. And we do not date. This is not a bargaining session; you do not get a choice." His fingers found the nub of nerves again as he fucked her roughly against the wall, his other hand fisting in her hair and pulling her head back to expose her neck.

Her pained scream of release and the clutching muscles around his length happened seconds later.

"Mine," he snarled as his aching fangs were buried in her tender flesh.

"Godric?"

The soft murmur from the human in his arms made an involuntary smile spread on his pale face. He held her closer as she stirred from her rest, kisses falling easily from his lips to her hair and then forehead as she twisted around.

The serious expression in her shadowed eyes made him pull back a little so he could prop himself up on an elbow; she wanted to talk, that much was clear. He had an inkling that she would be doing that a lot. "My Vera?"

The bond vibrated with pleasure as he spoke her name so possessively, and his smile turned softer, his hand dancing lovingly down her naked flank to the roundness of her backside. It hadn't taken too long to break her objections to his claim, though he could still sense a flutter of worry underneath the rush of endorphins flowing freely in her blood after their lovemaking. He would enjoy making those worries disappear with more sessions like the one they'd just shared.

"If I am yours..," she said quietly. "Will you be mine?"

His hand came up to cup her cheek, the thumb brushing gently over her full bottom lip. "As you were mine from the moment you walked into that café, so was I yours. It was not a choice for me either, Vera."

She looked surprised at that, but the relief in their bond was strong.

"You know," she said, scowling up at him. "You could have led with that. 'Destined to be lovers' is a lot more romantic than 'You belong to me and you have no choice'."

Godric's smile turned to a smirk. "But you respond so well to that." His hand slid back down to her arse, grabbing it and easing her thigh up over his hip.

"You're a jerk," she hissed.

"Vampire," he corrected, lining up his hips before pushing into her.

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A/N: And they shagged happily ever after.
I'm aware that Godric is pretty ooc compared to the show, but dark-Godric is just a lot more fun to write smut about than depressed and suicidal-Godric.

So, what did you think? Enough smut? Too much smut? (Wait, what? Is this a thing?) Decent story development? I crave your thoughts!

EDIT: So seeing as I've gotten an absolute ton of request to update this fic (and people optimistically keep adding it to their follows...) I'm caving to group pressure; there will be another chapter of Vera and Godric - at some point(!) - but it will be a while before there'll be an update!