Disclaimer: I own nothing but Liz (I wish I could own Kyle!)
Author's Note: Hey, since I took so long in getting another chapter up I figured I'd give you all a treat by putting up the next one right after, as I got struck with the urge to write. Sorry if any part of it is confusing, it is 2 in the morning :-D. Please review! I'm holding the next part hostage until I get at least 10!
Liz checked the clock for the millionth time today and smiled. It was officially time for her to leave work. Double checking that she had all her files safely in her briefcase, she threw on her sweater, flipped the light switch, and closed her door.
"Night Manda, let me know if Dylan calls about his book signing 'kay? I'm free all tomorrow." She left out the 'don't bother me tonight, tonight there will be all play and no work,' figuring the other woman heard the implications. Hopefully, she thought to herself, you never know with this one. She sighed as she stepped into the elevator, contemplating whether or not to go back and clarify herself, but then decided against it, pushing the button and zipping up her coat. "She could leave a message….or I could just ignore her," she muttered under her breath, smirking.
After sitting in traffic for an hour and beginning to feel cranky, Liz literally had to force herself to keep her promise. "Tonight is your night to forget Edward and do something spontaneous for a change, so deal with it," she said through clenched teeth to her own reflection. Giving herself an hour before the club opened, she jumped into the shower and began primping. She chose a barely there short black leather miniskirt and a backless red halter to show off her curves, pairing it with dangerously high heels to lengthen her toned legs, which she had been told many times were one of her best features. She curled her hair softly at the tips to have it fall sensually against the bare skin of her back, and put just enough make-up to seem alluring but not overly desperate. Satisfied with the reflection staring back from the mirror, she gathered her keys and set off for Midnight, the hottest new club in town.
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Henry had spent the last twenty years in Vancouver, but it just never felt like home to him. He always felt like there was something missing from his life, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. He became bored with the life he had grown used to, having no real connections outside of his hunger. He felt like all he seemed to do was play with his food lately; someone had often mocked him of doing just that back in Toronto, but for the life of him he couldn't remember who. It drove him mad trying to figure out why he felt like he was missing a huge chunk of his memory, always thinking of something but losing its origins, like having a word stuck on the tip of your tongue waiting to be sounded out. He began to wonder if maybe the city just wasn't exciting enough for him, that maybe a change of scenery would do him good, so he had called Augustus a few days later. Fortunately, there was a recent vacancy available in NYC, a place which he had visited many times and dreamt of one day settling down in. Without hesitation, Henry made all the arrangements and a week later, was sitting in a posh penthouse in the Upper East Side, contemplating what he should do that night. It was Friday, there would be plenty of people out dancing at the clubs, trying to meet "the one" or just looking for a good time. Henry smiled, I can give them the latter. A club it is then. He heard of this great little place in the Village, Midnight, and he had wanted to go there ever since. As his smile turned into a frown he wondered to himself, thinking about his former observation, but will I ever find "the one" for me. Somewhere in the recesses of his brain he asked himself, why do I feel like I already have?
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Liz was beginning to get bored with this whole club scene, wondering why she had decided this was a good idea in the first place. She sighed, thinking about how long it had been since she'd been single in one of these. She always thought that single girls have an endless supply of handsome, available guys fawning over them at all times, but unfortunately reality was much less appealing. So far the only guys that approached her were drunk beyond salvation, short and balding, or focused too much on her rack to listen to what she had to say. She sighed, shifting in her seat. Oh, of course, how could she forget, there was that one gay guy who asked her to marry his Italian boyfriend so that he could get his Green Card. Yeah, this has been productive. Looking at her watch, which read 1:30, Liz thought to herself that maybe she should just call it a night. Shuffling in her purse for her car keys, she was suddenly brought to a halt when he stepped in.
Although he looked to be an inch or two shorter than her in her heels, there was a presence around him that had everyone in the room stop and stare. He wore simple black slacks with a red silk shirt and a silver cross hung around his neck, but no man had ever looked better to her in anything else. His light brown hair fell to his shoulder in soft waves, just calling to be touched, and his smile………..his smile sent shivers up her spine, threatening to throw her into an orgasm from across the room. When he walked he made it clear that he felt entitled to whomever and whatever he wished, but never in a haughty way. He had an air of royalty around him, although that was ridiculous, and Liz just couldn't seem to tear her eyes away. After what seemed like hours, he caught her gaze, smiling seductively and moving to approach her. For a while, she forgot to breathe.
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As soon as Henry walked into the club, he felt all eyes turn to him without hesitation. He smiled, never getting tired of the royal treatment, regardless of how many times it had been given. He surveyed the room, studying the woman and deciding who he would approach tonight. A pair of ocean blue eyes caught his and held it. There was something about the woman's stare, the position of her body, her blood that called to him. Some part of her seemed almost familiar, impossible to refuse. He gave her his best seductive look and sauntered over to where she stood, letting his presence be felt as much as he could allow without suspicion and held out his hand, bowing. "May I?" he asked her, gesturing towards the dance floor.
Liz looked at this Greek God standing before her and felt her brain turn to mush. She couldn't trust her words at this point, so all she could manage was a simple nod. He led her out into the middle of the dance floor as soon as the song changed. A salsa beat filled the room and he smiled widely. She reciprocated his reaction, having been enrolled in salsa classes during college as an extracurricular activity, and having found herself quite capable of capturing the essence of the dance. As they began to move, he slipped his arms around her waist and they seemed to be the only two people in the room. The dance floor expanded around them as they moved to beat, and as her caressed her skin during the steps she felt her whole body light on fire. The salsa song was replaced with reggae, and as their bodies intertwined she felt her desire rise within her. Every touch, every look was sending her over the top, filling her loins with such a burning desire she almost couldn't take it. They danced on, through ballads, techno, more reggae. Not once did they stop to rest, Liz felt like she could go on forever. Finally, after two hours together, he whispered in her ear, beckoning her to leave with him. Although her mind told her it was a bad idea, that she should just exchange numbers and get to know him better, her body and her heart won out, as he lead her to the door.
Henry had suggesting leaving to this woman to feed, but every moment he spent with her made him more and more sure he had to have her in every way possible. As they walked through the club doors he pulled her into a corner and pulled her passionately to him, kissing her as hard as he could without inflicting pain. Liz hesitated momentarily, and then pushed him towards to wall of the nearest building, massaging his tongue with hers while running her fingers all over his body. Henry moaned into her mouth as her hands reached lower, lower, lower, sliding under his jeans and into his boxers until he felt her warm hands on his aching skin. He pulled away, motioning her to his car after seeing her disappointed face, which lit up again once more. All throughout the drive she kept touched him, fondling whatever she could get his hands on, and had it not been for his Vampire control and agility, there would have crashed more than once. Stepping into the elevator for his building, he took her mouth in his once again and pulled her as close as she would go. When they arrived at his floor he made his way to his apartments, pulled the keys out of his pocket, fumbling madly, and opened the door, all while still kissing her. Liz didn't wait for him to close the door, she pulled away and walked seductively to the bedroom, and he almost forgot what he had been doing. As he walked into his bedroom, Henry could barely control his feral desire. Neither could Liz. She had never done anything remotely like this in her entire life, completely disapproved of one-night stands or random hook-ups, but there was nothing that could convince her to stop. Reason had fled completely. Momentarily her eyes lit up, realizing something. "Oh" she exclaimed, stopping Henry's mouth in its track to hers, what's your name? "Henry," he said, waiting briefly for her to say "Okay, mine's Liz," and then they dove back into each other.
Liz, having had quite a few drinks, had trouble unbuttoning Henry's silk blouse at first, but without a word he ripped it open for her, not wanting to wait. He lifted her halter over her head and, with a skill perfected over the years, quickly snapped off her bra. His kisses began on her neck, hearing the pulse beating rapidly under the skin, and traced down to each perfectly rounded breast, shaking with anticipation. He cupped them both in his hands, taking a moment to kiss each gently and moved down, kissing her stomach, and reaching for her skirt. Unzipping it slowly with his teeth, teasing her with his tongue as he moved, he finally pulled it down her thighs and over her boots, which he slipped off without hesitation. She reached for his own jeans and he let her unbutton them, pulled his boxers down with them. Liz gasped when she saw his excitement for her, doubting that she had ever been that blessed with anyone before, especially Edward, and Henry smirked, pulling her onto the bed. With one hand he slipped off her panties and threw it on the floor, while using the other to explore her body. He felt her core, wet and ready, massaging it gently while she rubbed up against him, encouraging more. Usually one for foreplay, he couldn't seem to wait any longer. He layed her against the red satin sheets and kissed her once again while thrusting his length deep inside her. He felt her moan in the kiss and could feel her blood moving faster. Her hips rocked with his, meeting him thrust for thrust, until he could feel her walls rippling around him. He let the beast come out, fangs extending and eyes turning to black, in order to give her the most pleasurable experience. As he fed from her he tasted the beginnings of an orgasm. Liz took a handful of sheets as she screamed his name, "Ohhhhh Henry." They both finished together, and as Henry rolled over to look at her, Liz was barely catching her breath. "Mmmm, thank you," she whispered, breathless, "I really needed that." "Me too," Henry sighed into her ear, trying to figure out why she tasted so……………familiar.