If you don't like Mavis X O'Donnell you are gonna hate me after this one.

First Time

From the Diary of Mavis Dracula, September 18, 2017

I'm getting married! That's right, married! I'm so excited that I can barely sleep! I never thought it would hapen. I mean, sure, Paddy and I have been together for 3 years, but after... Him... I really didn't think it possible to get married, but here I am. Paddy says we should finish travelling before beginning to plan the wedding. I agree, but I feel bad about it, after all, he's got a company to run, while I only have... Paddy. I'll try to talk more sense into him, but that man can be mighty stubborn at times (although he's really cute when he pouts 3).

Anyway, we've seen very little of America yet, and Paddy says we still got Canada and Alaska to visit. My, this is gonna take a lot of time! Still, it's Ok, maybe we can begin to plan while still travelling, just to calm my impatience.

Oh my ghoul... I'm getting married...

-Mavis

The ever-young vampiress closed the book and looked at it, eyes wide-open.

Married

She hadn't stopped to think about it, caught in the thrill of the news, but now that she thought better of it, the idea of marriage was a bit frightening. It meant commitment, and total trust between her and her lover. Although O'Donnell had proven that he was above and beyond trustful and loyal (and loving, most importantly), she still wasn't sure she could put her complete trust in someone. Gotta start somewhere... Yet, only thinking about her fiancé sent an electric feelijg down her spine, and she could feel her temperature rise, and a blush come to her face. It had started more than half a year ago, while they were still traveling through South America. After arriving to their room for their day-sleep, they got comfortable in bed. O'Donnell fell asleep first, with Mavis resting her head on his chest. Suddenly, she felt it: the temperature rise, a surge of energy. She suddenly wanted to be closer to O'Donnell, and her otherwise-loose pyjamas suddenly felt uncomfortable., and she began suffering from breath-shortness. She had to stand up and breath slowly to make it stop, but strangely, she didn't dislike it. The ocurrence would repeat itself everytime they were in close contact, sometimes even with heavy sweeting, something she had never experienced before. Fighting the sensation was a losing battle, but she didn't know what to do, the urge to be as close as posible to the man, to release the energy surge. The urge to take off her clothes, right in front of him... No, no, I can't do that, what will he think of me? The door suddenly opened, breaking her thoughts. O'Donnell entered, carrying a tray full of food. Morning was coming, and they were both getting ready to call it a night.

"Sorry it took so long, the chef wasn't eager to cook so early in the morning. Had to toss him around to convince him" joked O'Donnell, serving tea for his special girl. Mavis giggled softly, still fighting an inner battle for self-control. The couple ate in silence for a moment, Mavis lost in thought about her predicament and O'Donnell thinking about the paperwork that was surely waiting for him. It's been three years, after all. While he tried to not be the clinggy type of boyfriend, he felt like Mavis was trying to keep a certain distance from him, if not physical then at least emotional, and he was beginning to worry about it. Maybe the wedding stuff is bugging her? Perhaps I was too blunt about it? These and other questions were knawing at him, so he decided to end it.

"Uh, Mavy, are you alright? Is there something wrong?"

The girl stopped eating, and looked at him in the eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you've been acting kind of weird lately. Is there something you want to talk about?"

"I... uh... n-no, it's nothing"

"Come on, babe, what's the matter?"

Mavis shifted to hide the shame in her face. She didn't know what to say, the ideas in her head frozen and refusing to align. She could not tell him what she was feeling, afraid that he would think ill of her. But, at the same time, she couldn't keep him wondering if he was doing something wrong, because he wasn't. It was not fair.

"I-I... I c-can't tell you, Paddy" She was shaking now, hoping O'Donnell wouldn't press it any further. Oh, boy, how wrong she was. The Irishman embraced her from behind, bringing her closer to him.

"Why not?"

"Because... I don't want you to think that I'm a bad person or something"

What the...

"What are you talking about, hon?"

The blue-eyed girl steeled herself. You've gone this far already...

"I-I don't know why, and please don't judge me, but lately, whenever we are together I'm feeling... weird"

"Uh... weird how, exactly?"

"Weird as in... I suddenly feel too hot, my breath is shallow and...I sweat... a lot..."

O'Donnell was at a loss of words.

"U-uh... so...?"

Mavis sighed, trying to mentally arrange her ideas.

"And I don't know what it means, alright? Or... I do know, but... I don't want it to ruin this... us."

The vampiress slumped her shoulders, now standing with her back to her fiancé. O'Donnell didn't know what to do.

"Does that mean that... you know...?"

"Yes" she answered, nkw deeply ashamed, "I-I'm sorry, I won't blame you if you think I'm a horrible person"

O'Donnell stood up. Mavis turned to face him, concern and fear in her blue eyes. Her lover stroked her cheek, a gesture unexpected to her. She tried to back out, but the man's touch was everything she desired, and as such she stood her ground, but averted her gaze from him and closed her eyes.

"I don't think you are a horrible person"

What? Of all the things he could have said, that was the last one she expected.

"B-but..."

"Ssshh", he placed his index on her lips, "I know, I heard what you said. It's completely normal, Mavis, after all this time we've spent together. I'm not mad at you for it."

The vampire girl relaxed, all the previous worry and doubts left behind.

"And... do you... want to...?"

"N-now?"

"If you think it's ok"

"But... I've never... what if I do something wrong?"

"You can't do much wrong when it comes to this, honey"

"Would you... guide me through it?"

"Just... roll with it, like you say"

A thin smile appeared on her soft, black lips, which later connected with O'Donnell's. It started innocent enough, the kiss becoming deeper, resulting in jagged breathing when they parted for air. Her back was now to their room's wall, her lover's body pressing against her's in all the right places. While they were not very fond of tongue-kissing, their next kiss became a dance of tongues that surprised them both. The once-vacant bed was soon occupied by their bodies, Mavis lying on the sheets and O'Donnell on top of her. His hand trailed her curves, from her waist all the way up to an area bellow her breast, while he kissed the girl's neck, which made her moan softly under her breath. With caring slowness he began pulling up her blouse, beginning to expose her silky-smooth skin, still pale from her innability to go into the sun. Mavis began shaking, reacting to the alien sensation she was felling, a man taking her clothes off, but had to admit... it felt good. O'Donnell stopped short when her blouse was covering her eyes, and then pressed kisses to her neck, slowly going lower, until he reached the middle point between her small breasts. Mavis had never used bra, she deemed it unnecesary, and O'Donnell was glad for it. One less cloth to take away. He finally got rid of her blouse and was welcomed by a sight for sore eyes: his girl, lying on the bed, clotheless from the waist up and with a slight blush on her cheeks.

"My turn?"

"Uh huh. Think you are ready"

"Maybe"

After this, she used her magic to unbutton his shirt, tossing it alongside her discarded blouse.

"That's cheating"

She giggled apologetically as he resumed where he left off. The vampiress moaning slowly increased intensity, as the pleasure arouse. The Irishman tugged at her ever-present stripped leggins, taking them off to reveal her beautiful legs. One skirt and his own pants later, they were both completely clotheless, as they explored their bodies with their hands and lips, getting to know each other in the deepest way possible. Mavis could no longer hold her desire, O'Donnell's hand not helping, slowly and carefully rubbing one of her tights and making her feel pleasure as she never had before.

"Paddy"

"Mmm?"

"Take me, I-I'm yours."

She closed her eyes, while he prepared. She had no idea what to expect at all, until she felt it, a bolt of pleasure that started just bellow her waist, travelling upward slowly and building up. Her moaning slowly increased, in both volume and frecuency, while her eyes remained shut. A sharp pain suddenly assaulted her, but it soon went away, replaced by pure pleasure, in an act of most sincere love. She moaned her lover's name in his ear, digging her nails slightly on the skin of his back, unable to feel anything but the physical love they were prophesing for each other. As she climaxed she once again called for him, this time a bit louder, and then they were done, both of them with wide smiles of satisfaction and exhaustion.

"Paddy..."

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. For everything"

"No. Thank YOU"

And they both fell asleep.

Don't say I didnt warn you. Anyways, if you like the chapter don't forget to review, and if you don't... well, too bad.