A/N: Motorcycles seem to be showing up more and more in my fics... Maybe that's because I want one...

Chapter 7

She was so beautiful, so stunning, so amazing, so deliciously nervous and so obviously frustrated. He needed her so badly... He hadn't been with a woman in too long, and he hadn't been with a woman like her... ever. She was... Her cool skin was smooth and refreshing, her dark eyes held mysteries which attracted him almost as much as her perfectly sculpted body. Her drivers licence must be a fake, but he didn't care. He was past caring.

He was nervous, but getting braver by the second. She kissed him like a hungry animal... They were back on the bike now and she was forcing him to hold her tightly. The time had passed for fooling around as she drove. They were nearly at the beach and he knew the anticipation would make the prize even sweeter.

And her mind was a match for his too. She was flirty, intelligent, dangerous. She drove like a madwoman, and he loved it. Touching her was electric, he was almost hypnotised. All his qualms about starting something with her had disappeared in that kiss. She wanted this just as much as he did, she needed this, and so did he.

He thought fleetingly of his daughter, of his life... But while he loved his family dearly, he needed some excitement. Everything had been so boring, so monotonous. He needed something new, something fresh, something involving a little risk. And that something was Kate.

The air rushed by him and he allowed his mind to wander, to wander all over Kate and what she would be like... He gripped her tighter. She relaxed in his arms, he could feel her strength rippling through her torso, yet she wasn't forcing him to be continuously dominated. They had arrived. The moon and stars were finally visible now that they were some way out of the city; Kate let the bike glide sideways to a halt in the sandy parking lot, Rick loosened his hands and she moved hers up to remove her helmet. She shook out her hair.

"Beautiful," Rick murmured, and he wasn't talking about the beach. Kate looked out to the sea, gentle waves reflecting the silver moonlight. Rick took his helmet. Kate got off the bike in a movement that was far to quick for a human, but if he noticed, his mind brushed the anomaly aside. He put down the helmet and stood beside her, looking at the water, wondering if she was trying to transfer some of its calmness to herself.

He took a deep breath, and heard it; Kate was silent, hardly moving, not making a sound.

"Walk with me?" he suggested, since Kate didn't seem to be in a fit state to think of what to do. Rick had actually been here before, though it was Kate's choice of destination. He wondered if they'd ever been here at the same time...

They walked in the sand, keeping their shoes on because stopping to take them off would have been too awkward. Kate was wearing six inch heels, but she was probably walking more smoothly than Rick. She'd left her jacket with the bike; in the dim light she could almost have been wearing nothing; the colour of her dress was only a little darker than the colour of her skin.

They walked to a small area of grass, wish some bushes and trees providing a little shelter. He was about to lean in to kiss Kate; they had stopped walking, but she suddenly whipped around and looked him right in the eyes.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked. Rick stared right at her.

"I haven't been so sure of anything else in my whole life." It was cliché, it was sickly sweet... But in that moment it was true. She didn't need to be told twice. He felt her mouth on his; her shoes were off and suddenly he was inches taller, his hands supporting her slim body, sliding under her dress and exploring her smooth, cool skin. His shirt and jacket hit the ground, he didn't even notice what happened to his buttons. He shivered with anticipation; she was kissing his neck with a passion he had never felt before.

He tore at her dress and after letting him struggle for a while she stepped back and yanked it over her head, then stood before him in her underwear. After a second, she charged at him again, hardly giving him a chance to appreciate her perfect breasts before she slammed him into the ground. He undid his jeans, the ever growing bulge begging for release. This was not going to last long.

He kissed any part of her his mouth could reach but she moved so quickly, sucking and massaging his skin with her mouth. He felt her teeth graze him and shuddered-

And then she stopped. She shot away from him, her hand over her mouth. He sat up, dazed, trying to assess the situation, so desperate for her he could barely put two words together.

"What..?" he managed.

"I can't," she said through her hand. "I can't hurt you."

"Wha... You're not hurting me," he said, trying to work out what the hell was going on. He thought he saw her sigh. Then she put her hand down.

The pale light glinted on two sharp fangs, protruding over her bottom lip. She wouldn't look at him, she was so ashamed. He thought she was waiting for him to leave. He waited for a moment, thinking about... Well there was a lot to think about.

Yet... there was also nothing.

"For real?" he asked, his arousal only increasing at the idea.

Kate raised her long lashes to look at him. She nodded. Rick stared at her for another long moment, then got up and, with some difficulty, made it over to her. She was crouched on the ground; he knelt in front of her and slowly moved his mouth to hers, kissing her fangs and all. It was amazing, all the more so now she wasn't trying to hide what she was. But after a minute she pushed him away.

"I'll hurt you... It's not safe."

Rick kept his hands on her.

"I trust you."

"I..." she couldn't even say it, it was so disgusting.

"You want to bite me?"

She seemed close to tears. She was so hot. She nodded.

"Good. I want you to bite me too."

She gaped at him. Her fangs made the picture... fascinatingly sexy. And then he was on his back underneath her again; she straddled him, her hips moving over his erection as her mouth found his neck. Her panties disappeared and after a chuckle as she flicked the condom from his pocket away into the bushes, he was inside her and he moaned with pleasure.

Their temperature difference only made it better; her movements were so well placed, guiding him higher and higher. He was afraid he was doing very little for her, but she seemed to love being in control. His hands moved to her hips after tracing briefly over her breasts, and he moved one round to her front slightly to find her centre. She shuddered, but took his hand away so it didn't get trapped between them.

Then, to his slight horror, she put a broken tree branch in his hand. He hadn't seen her get it. She moved her mouth to his ear.

"If you need me to stop, hit me, as hard as you can, in the head or something. If I don't, and if you feel like you're dying – and believe me, you'll know – stab that into my back. I'm mostly dead already. That'll just finalize the process."

Rick could hardly believe what he was hearing, but when it had at least partially sunk in, he made a noise of protest.

"I won't kill you. And you won't kill me." He kissed her neck, which was now within reach of his mouth. She stroked an arm down his side and shifted her hips again, bringing him so close to the edge he could almost see paradise waiting for him.

"I won't kill you..." she echoed in a desperate whisper, then moved to kiss his neck again. He groaned as her pace increased with the pressure of his mouth on her neck. Then, with a flick of her hips, she brought him to completion in the same moment that she bit, hard, into his flesh...

A/N: Review! (In other words, review if you want him to live... Xx)