There were no nightmares this time, only dreams. Good dreams; wonderfully warm dreams. All I truly remember is the warmth. I know what you're thinking, why is he warm? He's a vampire, he should be cold. I wondered that too. But to be honest, I didn't really care. I just, honestly, didn't.

He slept listening to classical music. No words, just softness. Just like his arms, the music surrounded me, became a part of me, a part of my dream. Swelling pianos and caressing violins filled my heart and soul. And I slept soundly.

The next morning, I woke up slowly, not letting myself believe that Geoff was really lying next to me, instead choosing to let this "dream" last. Unfortunately, he had other ideas. I felt him shift next to me, rolling onto his back. "Geoff? You awake?" I whispered, rolling over and resting my head on his chest.

"I never fell asleep," he chuckled. I laid my arm across his waist and pressed myself into the side of his body.

"You don't sleep? Well, now I know how you manage to get such good grades. So not fair," I muttered sleepily.

"Nope, don't need to. You, on the other hand, need a lot of it. Have any good dreams last night?" he asked mischievously, reaching a hand up to brush my hair away from my eyes.

"What? Oh no…oh no oh no oh no. I was talking, wasn't I? What did I say? Was it embarrassing?" I squeaked, hiding my face in his chest, which I now realized was bare.

"No, it wasn't that bad. Possibly, it was a little mortifying. Made me pretty happy though…" His voice trailed off, and I heard smugness in his tone.

"Geoffrey Davis, what in the world did I say? Tell me, or I'm getting up. One…two…three…" I shifted my arms, pretending to get out of bed, and his arms came up and around me.

"Fine, I give. I'll tell you. You kept mentioning something about warmth. And you said my name…a lot. Just to mess with you, I kissed you…just once. You didn't wake up. You just murmured my name again. You even kissed me back, in your sleep. I don't know how you managed that, but you did. And quite nicely, might I add…" his voice trailed off as he ducked his head down to kiss my nose softly, making me giggle, "I've never had a better night awake, to tell you the truth."

I laughed softly again, running my hands over his bare shoulders. Sometime last night I had slipped off my sweater, and was wearing just my camisole and skinny jeans. I felt the raw heat coming off his skin into my bare arms, the sensation so comforting. I wrapped my arms behind his neck and he leaned back, letting me lay on top of him comfortably with my toes reaching just below his knees.

"Ugh, you make me feel like such a dwarf!" I moaned, burying my face in the hollow of his neck. I felt a deep laugh rumble in his chest, making me smile in spite of myself.

"No, dwarf doesn't do you justice. You're much more of a…a China doll, to be honest. Fragile," he kissed my neck, "Smooth," he kissed my cheek, "And pale," he kissed my earlobe.

"You seem to forget tiny," I whispered shakily.

"Of course I did; how silly of me. And very, very tiny," he muttered huskily as his lips brushed mine. I pulled myself closer to him, pointing my toes and tightening my arms. My stomach fluttered as I pressed deeper into the kiss. His breath swirled through my parted lips, and I could feel my entire body begin to relax, simply wanting to be closer.

Unfortunately, my 'sensible' boyfriend had other ideas. His hands left my back and reached up to my arms, loosening their grip on his neck, and I pulled away, my lower lip already pulling out into a pout.

"Lizzie, we don't want to get carried away, do we?" I nodded my head slightly, and he frowned. "There are no parents here. We're alone, in a large and empty house, lying in bed together, nothing holding us back. Don't think I'm too naïve to know what could happen here. But I don't know if I could handle that…"

"You're…you're saying you don't want me?" I whispered, my throat closing, my heart stopping.

"Lizzie, it's that I want you too much. But being that close to you…I don't know if I could control myself quite as well. I could hurt you, so quickly; all it would take is one slip, one moment of passion, one second of heady thoughtlessness, and I could hurt you. I could never handle that, Lizzie. I just can't." His voice dropped lower, apologetic and resentful, and I reached up to stroke his cheek, to comfort him.

"Never? Or just, not yet?" I breathed, awaiting his answer.

"I don't know Lizzie. Maybe someday. But not yet, alright?"

"Alright. Being here is just fine with me." I laid my head back down on his chest, and he rested his hands on my back tentatively.

"Me too, Lizzie. Me too."

- So? What do you think? Too mushy? I really need some help here...All I like writing is nice, simple love. No complications.

- But I'm thinking about having some sort of situation where she needs protecting.

- And I really need reviews! I love constructive criticism, I welcome it. Tear this apart.

- Sorry if it's a little short. I've got homework and Christmas shopping.

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- This may not go anywhere...I'm not sure yet :D

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