Hello peeps~

So I guess no one's sending help, because I'm still glued to my laptop drinking a shit ton of coffee. My life is officially gone. :') I've been thinking about my next fanfic I want to do, and I've had to slap myself on the wrist. Gotta stay focused on this story!

Forgets-a-lot- I love comments! It helps me to know if I'm going in the right direction. (Hopefully I am DX) So thank you for commenting. Lora is definitely kickass, and I'm sure she's like 'What the heck, Death. Walking in here just to show me up.' He didn't even break a sweat, haha. She hasn't had many opportunities to show off her hunter skills, so I thought this would be a good time. I'm sure Sam and Dean would agree that Reapers are a pain in the butt to kill.

***WARNING: Things will get a little naughty in this chapter! ;)****

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Chapter 13: Undisclosed Desires

Do you cry out in your sleep,

All my failings exposed?

Get a taste in my mouth,

As desperation takes hold.

Is it something so good,

Just can't function no more?

When love, love will tear us apart, again.

-Joy Division

The night was closing in, spreading it's wings across the sky. We were still in the clearing, and no one spoke. I smoked a cigarette, then another, until I felt somewhat placid. Death kept his eyes on me, and Tessa's head was lowered. My mind was scrambled to say the least.

"I think we have some issues to discuss, Lora." Death cleared his throat. "I don't want you to get the wrong impression."

"You think?" I quipped, crossing my arms.

He turned to his reaper. "Tessa, you should probably check in with Lora's companion."

"Okay." She said, giving me an apologetic look before disappearing.

Both of us were on edge as we stared at each other. The distance between us cold and unsettling as I found myself at a loss for words. What could I say? The box could save us all on the condition it imprisoned Death. This was a dilemma I never imagined I would have to face.

He broke the silence. "Let me explain before you jump to conclusions."

I walked up to him.

"It's a little late for that."

"You seem surprised." He towered over my short frame. "When you knew all along I had my own motives."

"I'm surprised you made a pact with me to find the box when you know what it entitles. You knew it would seal you away, but you still chose to help me. Why?" I crossed my arms, holding them close to my body.

"When we began this ridiculous quest my original goal was to stop you." He admitted. "Yet, fate had other plans when I found myself being drawn back to you. The box is intended to be opened. Bringing an end to all things that plague the human race. I am of no exception, but I have been searching for a loophole. A way to exempt myself from being locked away."

"What about your reapers?"

"People will still die, Lora." Death rose a brow. "Whether it be by their fellow man, disease, or their own incompetence. Reapers have to exist in order to usher souls to the other side. I am the embodiment of all ends, both physical and figurative. It condemns me to the same fate as those lower on the cosmic totem pole simply because of what I am."

"I won't do it." I shook my head, overwhelmed by what I could only describe as pure fear.

Fear of losing him forever.

"And what exactly won't you do?" His eyes were wide as he waited for my response.

"I won't perform the spell. I won't do it." I could feel my heart beating faster.

"You don't have a choice in this, Lora. There are some things that are unavoidable."

"Sam and Dean could avoid the apocalypse, so why can't I change this?"

"And that turned out so well for them." Death scoffed. "There are some things you can't change, no matter the circumstance."

"I said I won't do it." I stated defiantly, putting my foot down.

"And why not, Lora?" He jeered. "You've been dead set on finding it since the moment I met you."

"Things are different now." I whispered so quietly I thought he wouldn't hear. "I can't let you go."

The ground suddenly became very interesting.

"Come again?" He was obviously taken aback.

"You heard me". I refused to look in his dark eyes.

His slender fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"Lora." His voice was unsteady for once. "You can't be serious."

"I am." I confided, a steady warmth pouring into my cheeks.

"I will find a way to keep myself from going into the box." He stressed.

"And what if you don't?"

"You have to do what's best." Death's eyes were hard. "No matter the cost."

"Nothing would be worse than living the rest of my life without you." I could feel the terror making it's way into my voice. "I've fallen for you, Death, and no matter how hard I try I can't keep myself from wanting you."

He didn't respond as he stared down at me silently.

I was growing antsy under his intense gaze, and my mind drifted back to the night before when his embrace had been so gentle. How he held me closely in the darkness. My fingers as they trailed over the fine lines on his face, revering in his features as he watched me without complaint. He had enjoyed it too, and I knew in the pit of my soul that we were bound to each other. Whether we were aware of it or not.

Even now I couldn't avert my eyes from him as the birds began their evening songs. He was otherworldly, and I admired that about him, how he carried himself above the rest of this godforsaken world. Unfazed by his power and only using it when necessary. He didn't take advantage of his heightened status for personal gain like so many others.

I could feel the warmth emanating from his body, and I was filled with desire. The desire to be close to him and throw away all the responsibilities I had held myself accountable for since the moment I lost my family. He made me want to give up the life of a hunter, but I knew it was a path I couldn't escape. I could hope and dream for a life with him, but he was so far above me. Something that I could never tame or hold without knowing we would someday be apart.

Would it be fair to him?

I pushed past his hold, and we were merely inches apart under the overhanging of branches. He looked ghostly in the moonlight that washed over us, and I took consolation in the yearning that swirled in his burning eyes. I brought my hands to his shoulders, working my way up his neck and into his raven hair. He was unmoving, but calm as I drew myself towards his face. I searched his eyes for any sign of disapproval, but found none.

Gently I placed my lips against his, and I pulled away in an attempt to see his reaction. Death reached behind my neck, forcing our mouths back together before I could get away, and I melted into his hold. The taste of his tongue was sweet, a forbidden fruit that tempted me to fulfill my deepest cravings. I longed for his touch against my bare skin, for our unholy ritual to be performed. Death and life coming together as one.

A tingling sensation emanated from his lips to mine, spreading through my whole body like a bolt of electricity. It was soothing and terrifying all at once, his touch. The kiss of Death being more potent than I could have ever realized, taking my very breath away, but leaving me wanting more. Nothing could compare to the sensation of him.

My hands moved frantically over him, frightful that he would fade away, that this was all in my head. He must have read my thoughts, because his fingers began to roam, as if to reassure this was happening. That we were giving ourselves to each other. Surrendering to the feelings that had been slowly brewing between us since our very first encounter.

When I got a look at our surroundings we were no longer in the woods, but in a room I didn't recognize. Yet I knew we were back in the reaper house. I was overcome by the longing inside of me, the depth of my emotions throwing me into a veil of passion. We landed roughly into the fresh, white tangle of blankets on the bed. My eyes were closed as I was overcome by the urgency of our exchange.

All at once Death leaned back, with both hands on either side of my head as he gazed down at me, his hair disheveled.

"I want you." I practically begged, reaching out for him. "Please, don't stop now."

"You do understand the gravity of this?" He entwined his hand with mine. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"It is." I nodded, wanting to sate the fire that burned inside me. "Please."

"Once we begin there is no turning back." He brought his lips to the nape of my neck. "You will be mine forever, never to be touched by another."

My breath hitched as he began placing his voracious kiss against my skin. "I only want you."

"Good." He purred as he began peeling off my clothes.

I felt exposed and self-conscious under his analytical gaze, knowing he would notice every fault and imperfection. But he seemed genuinely attracted to my body as he raked over it with hungry eyes. I had never expected such human emotions from him, but he savored the contours in my pale skin. I could feel myself turning pink.

To save myself some embarrassment I yanked off his coat, fumbling to unbutton his other garments. He saw my nervousness, an amused idiom on his face as he began helping me with the task. Undressing him was nerve-wracking and pleasing all at once. I was eager to have him just as defenseless as me.

Finally we both sat naked before each other. It was a haunting sight, knowing that in this moment there were no differences between us. Only one thing on our minds in the solitude of each others passion. We could truly be together. If only for a short time.

We admired each other, taking in every detail. His fingers traced down my ribcage, sending a spark of uncontrollable lust through me. I pressed against him, my bare breasts molding into his chest. The feel of his skin on mine unmatched by any vices the world could ever offer me.

He took me in his arms, and I hurriedly threw my legs around his waist. Heatedly we caressed each other as our mouths came together once more, even more desperate and gratifying than before. I wanted him so badly, and took pleasure in the fact it was mutual. I could feel it in every touch, and the way his lips ravished me for more.

Tenderly he lowered me to the bed, running his thin fingers along the length of my collar bone, giving me a sensual stare. My heart was threatening to burst through my chest. Overtaken by the insistent yearning that controlled me. I wrapped my arms behind his neck, tugging him closer to me.

Without warning, I felt him slip inside of me, and I gasped in shock.

I let out a sigh of pleasure as he leaned into me, nuzzling his chin into my shoulder as he thrust mercilessly. I dug my nails into his back, my body keeping pace with his as we rocked against each other feverishly. The feel of him inside me sent goosebumps surging across my damp skin, and we gripped onto each other firmly as our movements intensified. He was the only thing on my mind.

A small whimper escaped me as he brought a hand to my breast, messaging my nipple as he repeatedly plunged into me. I could feel the walls tightening around him as his pace began to quicken, and I found myself on the verge of release. Without restraint I rhythmically stroked against him, and I could feel him begin to buckle under my fervent movements. The sound of him quietly moaning as he became aware of his own closeness filled my ears, and his strokes became deliberate and deep.

"Oh, Lora." He groaned, kissing me repeatedly.

I bucked against his motions, holding him close as a rush of ecstasy engulfed me and he came to his own climax. My breaths were unsteady as he collapsed on top of me, his tender embrace surrounding me as we descended from the heights of our exchange. I was trembling from the exertion, my limbs still caught up in the desire. His eyes were closed as he laid his head against my chest, his spectral appearance sending waves of disbelief through me.

I would never forget this night for as long as I lived.