Vicki turned side to side trying to discern what was wrong with her. She didn't feel sick or odd and she wondered if making love to Henry and letting him feed from her it had caused some strange side effect. Not wanting to involve Henry, she decided to go see Dr. Mohadevan. Glancing once more at herself, she shook her head and got into the shower. She wasn't able to get her mind off of Henry. No matter how hard she tried, he invaded and saturated her thoughts. She closed her eyes tightly and leaned her hair back to wash it vigorously as if trying to was him away. However, it was futile. She smiled to herself as she thought of one lovemaking session that would stay with her forever. Henry had taken her to the movies and out to dinner at her request. She wanted just a plain, ordinary date.

"How was your plain ordinary date?" Henry asked as they walked hand in hand in the cool night air.

"Perfect," she'd responded.

"Perfect huh? So, I can just take you home and leave for the evening then? Nothing better could have happened?" he asked coyly.

Vicki feigned thinking deeply before responding with, "Nope, not a thing." She bit her lip to keep from laughing.

"Well, alright then, if you insist, home it is," Henry sighed. Vicki had also insisted they walk. She loved to be out in the night with Henry. It was not only romantic but with her loss of vision, she missed seeing things and with Henry, she felt safe. He would describe things to her in great detail, his vampire vision affording more clarity. They'd walked the rest of the way in semi-silence, enjoying one another's company and conversating about the occassional couple or new store that opened here and there. Once at her apartment door, Vicki turned and found herself nose to nose with Henry.

"Crowded much?" Vicki asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe, but I would at least enjoy a goodnight kiss," Henry told her. She leaned into him slowly, trying to draw things out and tease him a little. Their lips met and instantly, each opened up to accept the other's tongue. They danced and twirled around, tasting and sighing as the passion between them ignited. Vicki pressed into him and felt his growing need. Henry answered by grinding into her. He broke the kiss, nuzzled her hair and whispered, "I guess I'd better go." He started to leave when Vicki grabbed him and jerked him back to her.

"Not so fast," she hoarsed out.

"What? You said you didn't need anything more," he smiled knowing she'd been toying with him.

"I need some dessert, can you handle that?" Vicki asked him. Her eyes were full of desire, half-lidded and her voice was husky.

"I think I can arrange that, what's your pleasure?" he bowed.

Vicki licked her lips suggestively and said, "You." That scene had extended into Vicki's bedroom. She had stripped as quickly as Henry. His erection pulsed with need and Vicki was all too happy to oblige. Henry never tired of seeing her nude body just as she never tired of seeing his. Pushing him down on the bed, she straddled him and rubbed her wet center on his steely rod. Henry growled wanting to be inside of her, filling her up, stretching her out and spilling himself into her as he brought her too. His hands cupped her breasts while his thumbs had rubbed and twirled her peaked nubs. She shuddered under his ministrations. Henry pushed up into her and found her wet opening willing to accept all of him. In one hard, swift thrust he was sheathed within her tight walls. Vicki froze and let him stretch her to the point of pleasurable pain. She ground down on him and wiggled back and forth. Henry grunted and squeezed her breasts with force. Bending upwards, he took one in his mouth and began to twirl and flick her nipple with his hot tongue.

Vicki's fingers entwined into Henry's curls and she bucked into him, crying out in pleasure. He bit slightly, drew a small amount of blood into his mouth and brought Vicki a few times before laving the wound close. She was sweating and shuddering as Henry ground into her over and over. She pushed him back over and began to ride him as hard as she could. Her hands rested on his chest and she rolled back and forth, over and over, hitting all the right spots. Feeling her close to climax yet again, Henry flipped her and took over. He arched his back and began to thrust as fast and as hard as she requested.

Henry felt her heart race and her walls tighten around him. When she was almost there, he bent to kiss her. She turned her head and told him to feed. She wanted him to taste her in the throes of passion and selfishly, she wanted to go over the edge with him as many times as her body would allow his bite to send her into orgasmic heaven. When they finished, they had lain panting and sighing in contentment.

Vicki's body shuddered at the memory. Her hot core was tight and wet, aching and throbbing and in dire need of release but those days with Henry were gone. She wrapped a towel around herself but not before taking one last look in the mirror after she'd wiped the steam away.

Standing there staring, she frowned and said out loud, "What did you to do me Henry?"