HAPPY LADY SYBIL LIVES WEEK! Today is "Sexy Shenanigans Sunday", so in honor of the day's theme, this chapter is T-rated (things are "alluded" to, shall we say) ;o) It's a little silly, but hopefully it will make you grin and possibly blush (and maybe even fan yourself slightly) :oP THANK YOU FOR READING!
October 9—"Vampire"
It was Margaret's idea that both Suzy and Aidan spend Sunday afternoon with her. On the drive home from the apple orchard, Margaret regaled Suzy with stories about all the different things one could make with apples, and Suzy was eager to learn more, so she and her grandmother struck a deal that they would spend Sunday afternoon together, with Suzy as Margaret's kitchen apprentice. As for Aidan, he usually went down for a long nap in the middle of the afternoon, so Margaret insisted she take the baby as well, thus giving Tom and Sybil some time together…alone.
Tom silently wondered if this was spurred on by the fact that his mother had caught both he and Sybil in several passionate embraces the day before (or as passionate as one could be when there was a baby between them). He also felt a bit guilty, as if he were taking advantage of his mother's help when it came to the children. However, his mother was quick to tell him to shush over such concerns, that she loved and adored spending time with her grandchildren, and that all parents deserved a "break" unto themselves every so often. Looking over at his wife, Tom didn't have to be convinced further.
While the children were with their grandmother, Tom and Sybil were at home, snogging on the sofa like a pair of randy teenagers. "We should…move this…to the bedroom…don't you think?" Sybil asked him between kisses.
"Aye…we will…we will…" he groaned against her mouth, unable to tear himself away, just enjoying the softness of her arms and the feel of her body beneath his.
Sybil giggled against his lips and shifted her weight just slightly, unknowingly shifting it over the remote control which was buried in the couch cushions. They both jumped when the sound of a woman's scream filled the room, and looked across at the television, where the source of the scream had come.
Bela Lugosi, in all his Dracula glory, was moving in for the bite, his arms spread, his cape billowing, and the music rising as he drew closer and closer.
"Where is it?" Sybil muttered, trying to find the remote to turn the TV off. She finally located it and did just that, but was surprised to see that Tom was still gazing at the screen, as if transfixed by it. "Darling?"
He blinked and looked down at her, a blush coloring his face, but a curious light filling his eyes. "Do you have an opinion on vampires?"
Sybil's eyes widened with surprise. "Vampires?" she repeated the word. Was he being serious? "As in…do I believe they exist?"
"No, I don't mean that, I…" his face darkened even further. "What I mean is…do you think they're scary? Or…" his voice trailed off, as if he were suddenly feeling embarrassed for bringing this up in the first place.
Sybil's curiosity was growing more and more. "…Or?" she gently pushed.
Tom sighed and sheepishly looked back at her. "Or…sexy?" He looked so embarrassed, and then quickly tried to explain himself. "What I mean is…some women find vampires…sexy, you know?"
Sybil bit her lip, trying her best not to laugh. "True," she murmured in agreement. "I honestly never gave it much thought…but I suppose it would depend upon the vampire." She watched him closely. "Why do you ask?"
Tom shrugged his shoulders, as if this were such a natural question to ask out of the blue. "Just curious," he mumbled.
Sybil arched a brow. "Oh really?"
Tom nodded his head innocently. "You know, I'm going to use the loo really quick...I'll be right back," he explained, and then leapt to his feet and quickly fled the room, leaving Sybil puzzled in his wake.
Why on earth had he asked her about vampires? It was such a random question, even if it had been inspired by the film that was showing on the TV. She sat up and smoothed her hair back, straightening her clothes slightly, blushing as she noticed several buttons undone on her blouse—
"Good evening…"
Sybil turned her head and gasped at the sight of her husband…standing in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, a long black cape with a high collar draped across his broad shoulders.
Her hand flew to her mouth to hide the laugh that threatened to break forth, but it was too late—he had seen it.
"Syb…" Tom groaned, rolling his eyes and breaking character.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just…I wasn't expecting…" she couldn't stop herself, she was shaking with laughter.
Tom sighed and shook his head. "Well so much for that."
"Oh, darling…" despite her laughter, she felt bad for possibly hurting his feelings, or causing him embarrassment. She rose from the couch and crossed the room to him, but froze…when she saw something…
"Tom…?"
He looked back at her, his brow furrowing. "What?"
Sybil pointed at his lips. "Are…are those…?" her gaze narrowed as she stared at him. "Your teeth…"
Tom blinked for a moment…and then a wolfish grin began to spread across his face, and Sybil gasped as she got a much better glimpse of her husband's secret surprise.
It was more than just the black cape. He was wearing…FANGS!
"I saw them at the costume shop on Friday; they fit over a person's canines," he explained.
"They look so real!" Sybil gasped, her eyes widening as Tom showed them off to her.
A rather devilish look passed over his handsome features. "So…do you like them?"
They were startling, however…Sybil couldn't quite explain it, but…looking at Tom, all dressed up as Dracula…she suddenly found herself feeling very turned-on. Well, I did say it would depend on the vampire, she reminded herself. And whatever the roleplay, Tom would always have that power over her.
"You look faint, love…" he murmured in a low, deep voice, his arms weaving around her and pulling her flush against him. "Allow me…"
Sybil gasped and happily melted in his arms as he swept her up and proceeded to carry her to the bedroom.
"Don't worry," he playfully growled as he nuzzled her neck. "I promise I won't bite…too hard."
To be continued...
Mmmmmm, Tom Branson, vampire? ;o)
