Pink

Authors note: This is a little dirty. Okay, I'm lying. It's a lot dirty. People have been saying that I could put more in the scenes and it should still be okay for . So I did in this chapter. Again, please let me know if I'm pushing too much and don't report me if I am. Just let me know and I'll edit it.

Warning: Language, chair sex.

Also I was in a rush while writing this. I had to get it written and out because I won't have time to do it later, lotsa homework. Please be kind…

Chapter Two:

His fucking knees were shaking. Not with fear, but anticipation, lust, he was coiled, wound, and it was all Poppy's doing. She was like a wild cat, assessing the situation, waiting to strike. Her eyes flashed silver, her canines indenting into her full, pink bottom lip, as she circled him. James waited impatiently for those two different hungers that were going to inevitably explode.

Poppy thought she was only going to feed from him, but James was going to strip her down, and well, he didn't know if he wanted to throw her to the bed and just take her or make slow love to her. The way things were going restraint would be voided from his dictionary.

She roughly shoved him into a sitting position on the chair in the hallway, quickly moving forward to straddle him. Five more steps and they would have been in his room, ten more and there would have been a bed, but when her pert little ass sat on him and her hips started an extremely small circular motion the fire than lash through him made him realize those steps would have been way too much.

His hands darted towards her pants, working at vampire speed to remove them from her, not caring they were in a hallway, in a house filled with supernatural beings with great hearing. It didn't matter so long as this happened here and now. Thankfully she was oblivious to the removal of her pants as her eyes stared a hole into his neck.

Surprisingly slow, she leaned forward. With one hand she cocked his head rather roughly to the side. Expecting her to go immediately to his neck he lifted his chin slightly higher, but she jerked him back in the position she'd set and bit into his jaw gently. He bit his lip at the feel of her teeth sliding down his stubble roughened skin. Bite, lick, nuzzle, she seemed pretty occupied for a while, specifically with the area at the junction of his jaw and neck. He took the opportunity to clutch her hips and grind her.

The tiny sliver of white cotton underwear was a goner in five minutes. He warned her telepathically, but he knew she was too far into blood lust to acknowledge the statement. She had no clue what he was doing and that alone should have made him stop. And he almost did, until she jerked forward and bit.

The feel of her teeth sliding into his neck, of her mouth sucking him greedily, and his mind was blown.

He jolted into action, extending his arms. He unzipped his zipper, and then lifted his hips to push his jeans down to his upper thighs. He pushed the front of her underwear to the side, positioned himself, and pushed into her. He should have waited. He'd known she was a virgin, even though she'd never really said it. Pop had only ever had eyes for him. So he should've known. Her sudden scream with her teeth still in his neck caused them to slash down. He could feel the blood seeping down the column of his neck, but he didn't care, because he'd hurt her…again.

"Oh fuck," he cried out, not knowing if it was an apology or if he was just too far gone, lost at the feeling of her wrapped around him. His body was convulsing with the need to just fuck her, but he knew the mistake he made. "Oh Pop," he shivered violently.

He pulled her head out of his neck, the side of her face covered with red from the smudged blood and pink splatters from before. Her eyes shifted back to her natural green color in front of him, the look of shock and pain tore him to the core.

"Wh-what did you do?" she gasped.

"I'm sorry."

She'd been hungry, going into blood lust, and he'd taken advantage of it. Just like he did before when he told Phil that lie, when Poppy found out, when she thought he'd lied to her and not Phil. He couldn't go through something like that again. Poppy was his world and he'd just been caught up in it.

He cupped the sides of her face with both hands and pulled her head forward, resting forehead to forehead. His thumb brushed under her cheek, wiping the dampness away.

"In the hallway Jamie?" she whispered angrily.

The hallway?

"We are in a house filled with other freak people who have crazy hearing and you decide to do me in a hallway?"

The hallway?

"You're a virgin," he managed, searching her eyes.

Poppy snorted and stared at him with a dull stare. "Wow, Jamie, you're a fuckin' genius," she said with so much sarcasm he pulled back slightly. "It really hurt too. Not to mention the zipper of your jeans or digging into my thighs! Though I think my blood lust dampened it-the pain of you popping my cherry while I was in blood lust that is. You were right by the way. It only took the edge off a bit, drinking your blood."

He frowned, letting his thumb brush over her lips. "You're not mad that I did it without asking? That it wasn't some special ordeal."

She sighed and gave him a look that made him feel he should've known better. "It was always you ya know. When I was kid, in my dreams, it happened so many ways-up against a wall, behind the bleachers at school, on the kitchen counter, romantically in my bed with rose petals, even in a chair. They were all my fantasy of how you would finally realize how much you loved me of how you couldn't live without being with me. No matter how it happened, or how the fucking much hell it hurt, it was always going to be special, because," she paused to lean forward and kiss him, to gently suckle his lip, "it was you."

James gave a loud guttural moan as he wrapped his arms completely around her waist, shifting her up slightly before pulling her fully down onto him, clutching him to her in a tight bear hug.

Poppy grunted at the movement and winced at the burning, stretching sensation. "But we'll finish in the sound proof bedroom. Something Thierry happily informed me of just the other day when I asked him if it was okay to screw your brains out. You're such a slow mover Jamie, gees. Look how long it took you to actually date me. Holy hell, I thought if I waited for you I'd be a virgin at thirty-two."

His stomach muscles tightened as he pulled away then slammed forward.

"Ah-" she gasped, her eyes widening, her mouth forming on 'O'. "We are not doing this here Jamie! Stop it, pull out," she growled, struggling to pull herself of f him.

"No, no," he growled in a panic. "I'll be quiet, you'll be quiet, we'll both be quiet," he finished, a rough groan escaping as his hips thrust.

Using her vampire strength she yanked his arms off of her and slowly, wincingly started to pull off him. His hoarse cry and his erratically thrusting hips made her pause in her pulling away. He continued, pushing the tip of his cock into her entrance in small little bursts. She frowned and watched his face fill with gasping pleasure and she felt the wetness streaming down her thigh.

"You didn't! Did you—oh Jamie!"

He gasped and leaned forward, pulling her to him, resting his forehead against her stomach, as he gasped. "Fuck," he growled.

"I expect at least three orgasms after this," she warned. "I'm all dirty now."

"Y-you w-ere dirty bef-ore," he panted. "Pepto pink."

Her green eyes twinkled with mischief. "I guess you'll have to just clean me off then. What better way to get you back in the mood."

He let out a shuddering breath and pulled away, gazing at her. "I've been in the mood since I first bit you in that hospital bed."

She squealed at his response and ran down the hall. "Grab my pants!"

To be continued…

Sorry about the mistakes. I'll go through and fix 'em later. Figured if I'm writing so much I'd get it out quick. Hell knows you all deserve it from my other stuff you've waited for. I hope you all enjoyed! One more chapter…