Warning: Just a heads up that there's smut in this chapter, and it does get a bit explicit.

Chapter Fourteen:

"It helps to breathe," Godric whispered encouragingly into her ear as she just stood there, staring at Pam with wide, fear filled eyes.

"Shut up," she murmured under her breath, her hands shaking at the look Pam suddenly sent her. Godric's squeezes to comfort her did no such thing as the blonde vampire's gaze swept over her, taking every single inch of her in, before settling on the air beside Henley.

Before Pam could speak, however, Willa stepped forward in confusion.

"I can't hear him anymore," Willa frowned, staring into the motel room, straining to hear a voice she knew should have been there. The girl had been talking, whispering in an attempt to hide from them. But never did she hear a word spoken in return.

Had Pam been right? Had she imagined it? Was she simply going crazy?

Pam raised an eyebrow as she glanced over her shoulder at her younger sister. If her research on the human hadn't offered such interesting tales, she would have ripped Willa's throat out for wasting her time. But as it was, sniffing the air, she could sense something was off about this girl. She was not normal, not entirely human. Pam thought perhaps she was like Sookie, but the longer she stood there, the longer the human's smell filled her nostrils, the easier it was to believe that wasn't the case at all.

Then what was she?

When no one spoke, Henley began to fidget nervously. She was expecting to be bitten right away, or for the vampire to sweep into the room and demand answers. But instead, Pam merely stood there, her head tilted to the side, her eyebrows furrowed a she tried to understand what Henley could possibly be.

And it unnerved her.

Henley almost would rather someone attack or demand to know what was going on. Instead, she just stood there, waiting for the inevitable.

Godric was no better than the three women, staring calculating at each of them. He stared the longest at Willa, trying to understand why she suddenly couldn't hear him. Had they been wrong?

"Willa?" He tested, waiting for a reaction.

When only Henley's head snapping in his direction occurred, he sighed in disappointment.

His family couldn't hear him, after all.

"Why can't she hear you now?" Henley momentarily forgot about the vampires as she saw the disappointment cross Godric's face.

"I don't know," he frowned.

"But how does that make sense?" they weren't going to get anywhere if everything kept changing.

"I have no idea."

"I can't hear him. Why can't I hear him?" Willa just didn't understand how she could hear Godric one moment and not the next. "I don't understand."

"Join the club," Henley muttered under her breath.

"Well colour me intrigued," Pam mused, a smirk spreading across her lips. She had read such interesting things about this girl, but assumed none of them were true. It wasn't possible to speak with the dead; that was necromancy. But from Willa's tale of last night's adventure, and now, watching the exchange between this girl and thin air, Pam had to admit she was starting to believe. "Aren't you just a bundle of surprise."

Henley risked a glance up at the vampire, only to find Pam suddenly beside her, directly in front of Godric. Henley wanted to pull her hand way, but Godric stopped her, holding onto her tightly.

"Don't be afraid," he assured her before gazing at his grandchild. He had always been fond of her, and would spoil her whenever they were together. She did, however, have a cheeky name she refused to stop calling him.

His eyes lit up as he shot Henley a small smile.

She was ignoring him however, as she kept her focus on Pam.

"Who are you talking to?" Pam questioned, staring at the empty place beside Henley intently. She sniffed the air, searching for another scent, but found none. She concentrated on her senses, focusing her orbs to the spot, but still, there was nothing. She even strained, listening for a voice that shouldn't belong. Nothing. "Well?"

Henley began to explain that it was Godric, no matter how crazy it would sound, but Godric stopped her.

"Tell her Granddaddy says hello."

She sent him a questioning glance, but he only nodded for her to do so. Bracing herself for whatever reaction Godric seemed to be waiting for, she followed his lead.

"He said to say Granddaddy says hello."

Pam's startled gaze snapped onto Henley.

No.

It was impossible.

It couldn't be.

"What did you just say?" her eyes narrowed. She couldn't believe it. Even if she was speaking with the dead, Godric couldn't possibly be there. He was a vampire. Vampires couldn't return as ghosts, it was utterly impossible.

Then how did she know? How did she know that name would cause such a reaction from her?

Grabbing Henley by the throat and slamming her against the wall, Pam demanded answers. "How did you know that name?"

Henley's eyes were wide as she struggled, her hands scratching at Pam's. The vampire's fingers were digging into her neck, exactly where Jackson had strangled her only last night. Only her strength was so much more powerful. It was almost immediately when the black dots started to invade her vision.

"Unless you want to be a stain on the wall of this disgusting shit hole, I suggest you tell me how the fuck you knew that name," Pam threatened, baring her fangs at the frightened girl. "Now."

But she couldn't even nod her head or offer an explanation as Pam's grip tightened. Henley feared she was going to die. Again. She could feel it happening. She could feel the oxygen leaving her lungs, her throat feeling as if it were going to explode. Her vision was beginning to betray her, growing blurrier with the second.

She was going to die.

"Pam!" Willa didn't know what to do as she glanced around the room, praying Godric would suddenly appear and fix this. But he had died long before she had even met Eric; he couldn't just pop out of nowhere and save the day. "Pam stop it!"

Pam ignored her, only halting when a low growl sounded behind her. The growl didn't belong to Willa however.

"Let. Her. Go," Godric hissed, his hands curled into fists as he focused on the energy in the room. The lights began to flicker not only inside the room, but outside as well.

Pam shot a glance over her shoulder, the voice barely even a whisper. But it had been there.

Godric.

"Pamela," he growled, determined to be heard. Henley would not die because of him. She would not be harmed after he only just promised that she wouldn't. "Now."

Pam suddenly drew away from Henley, the red head slipping to the ground with gasping breaths. Willa's eyes were wide as she stared at the spot Godric's voice had come from before gazing at Henley's fallen form.

What the hell was going on?

"Godric?" Pam whipped around, searching the room for her grandfather. But he wasn't there. How could he be? He had burned more than a year a go. It wasn't possible.

And yet…

"You will not lay a hand on her. Am I understood?" Godric knew the energy was wavering, not even sure he could still be heard. It wasn't even certain it would have even worked. But he was beginning to realize now how the blood of his blood could communicate with him.

"How…" Pam was bewildered. She could hear him. She could hear Godric. It was not even a whisper any longer. It was muffled and slowly fading away. But it had been there. He had been there.

Knowing he had lost the connection, Godric appeared at Henley's side, gently touching the new bruises that littered her abused neck. "You need to tell her everything. She will believe you now."

"We couldn't have started off with that?" Henley gasped out, whimpering at the pain.

Godric sighed as he massaged the sore neck, hoping to offer even the tiniest ounce of relief. She was surprised when his touches did have an affect on her, the burning pain turning dull. She shot him a questioning stare, but he only shrugged in response. It was just another mystery they would have to try and solve.

"Is he…is he gone?" Willa wondered out loud. She heard him for a split second before the voice was gone. She still wasn't even sure if it was him. But by the look on Pam's face, she was certain that she hadn't just been imagining things.

Pam turned, staring down at Henley with a piercing glare. "Explain."

Henley opened her mouth to begin, but she had no idea what to say. She had done this of countless times. She had told dozens of parents and family members that she could speak with the dead, that she had a message from their loved ones. It was nearly second nature to her. And yet she was at a loss for words. This wasn't like every other time in the past. Her life was literally on the line. One tiny piece of information not explained right, and she would be ripped in half in only a split second. The pressure left her speechless.

"Explain," Pam repeated, stepping forward. "Explain to me how I just heard my dead grand-maker, and explain it to me now."

"Tell her everything," Godric encouraged. "I won't have enough energy to stop her if she attacks again. You need to do this."

She knew he was right.

So she told them everything.

Now settled on the end of the bed, Godric sitting quietly beside her, Henley watched as Pam paced before her. It had been nearly twenty minutes since she had ended her explanation, since she had admitted to hearing Godric, to the vampire ghost asking for her help, to Jackson threatening her life. She threw it all out there, praying that these vampires believed her.

Willa sat on the other bed, her mind wheeling as she tried to comprehend everything they were told. None of it sounded possible. None of it should be possible. And yet she knew she believed Henley. She knew she believed all of it. She had heard Godric, after all. It was hard to just ignore that.

"Maybe we should tell Eric," Willa suggested, breaking the silence. "Maybe he'll understand this better. And it's his maker, he'll want to…"

"No," Pam twisted towards the younger vampire, his fangs peaking out. Her glare held fire as Willa fidgeted, her head dropping to escape the stare.

"But Pam…"

"No," Pam hissed. "No one will speak a word of this. No one."

Henley shuddered as Pam's glare turned towards her.

"Absolutely no one."

"But it's Eric's maker. He's just been so sad since Nora's died. Wouldn't it be good for him to be able to talk to Godric again? Maybe it will…" Willa tried. Their maker had just been so depressed. She hardly knew him, but she was worried. He may not have been the greatest maker, barely giving her much attention, but he had still been the one to turn her. She felt a bond with him that she had never felt towards her own father. If this could help Eric in some way, shouldn't they try?

"Speak a single word of this to Eric and it will be your last," Pam warned. "No one will utter this to anyone."

"But it might help him," Will argued. "Is that what she said? Isn't that why Godric is here?"

Henley wanted to chime in, but Godric's hand stopped her.

"But Godric," she murmured. "Isn't that what you wanted all along?"

Pam and Willa's head snapped towards her.

"Not now," Godric shook his head as they ignored the vampires. "Not like this. This isn't how I wanted this to happen."

"Yeah well, we also never expected some psychopath to attack me," Henley pointed out.

"Witch," Godric corrected. "Jackson is a witch."

Her mouth fell open. "I'm sorry, what?"

"He's a witch."

"Are you telling me Voldemort is trying to kill me?" his confused stare didn't even faze her. "Shit. Shit this isn't good at all, is it? That's how he was able to stop me from leaving. That's why I couldn't move. He's a fucking witch!"

"Who's a witch?" Willa looked between Henley and Pam. "What's going on?"

"I'm assuming the psychopath is the witch," Pam didn't even glance at her as she watched the exchange before her.

"Jackson," Henley nodded in her direction before frowning at Godric. "Alright, lets just forget Jackson for two seconds. What about Eric? You've been pestering me for weeks about helping you, and now suddenly you don't want me to do anything about Eric? I don't understand."

"It's too dangerous," Godric sighed. "And I'm not even certain he will believe any of this."

"They did," Henley pointed at the two vampires.

"Eric would kill you much faster than Pam could have."

"Well then we'll hope it doesn't come to that," she had spent weeks refusing to help Godric, refusing to listen to his pestering pleas. And now, when she was completely on board, when they even had his progenies believing, Godric suddenly wanted nothing to do with his child? "Godric…"

"Let us just worry about Jackson for now," Godric stood. "He needs to be dealt with."

"We can deal with him later," Henley shook her head. "Sure Jackson wants to kill me, but we have a perfect opportunity to tell Eric right now. We should do it. You can help him like you've been wanting to. I don't understand the problem."

"The problem is Jackson. He will kill you without a doubt. You're life is in jeopardy."

"So is Eric's."

They were at a stand still. He refused to listen to her, and she wasn't taking no for an answer. Pam and Willa may still believe she was a bit crazy, but they had both experienced communicating with Godric. They would be able to help prove to Eric that she wasn't a fraud, that her message from his dead maker was true and real. So what was wrong with Godric? Why didn't he want that?

That's when it hit her.

He was afraid.

"Oh Godric," her face fell. "You're scared it won't matter. You're scared that he'd still do it, even if he did believe us."

He wouldn't catch her gaze, only proving her theory to be correct.

"We'll make sure that he…"

"Please, Henley. Drop it," it was his turn to plead with her. "Let us focus on Jackson. He is the threat right now, not Eric's life."

"But…"

"Please."

Her shoulders dropped in defeat. "Okay."

He nodded in appreciation before motioning to Pam. "You need to speak with them about Jackson."

Sighing, Henley turned her focus back onto the vampires. "Godric wants us to talk about Jackson."

"And Eric?" Pam raised an eyebrow.

"He doesn't want to worry about it until after Jackson is taken care of," Henley explained. "Which I think is stupid, but he's being idiotically stubborn."

Willa stifled a laugh. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

Pam shot her a glare before narrowing her eyes at Henley. "This witch, how powerful is he?"

"Very," Godric spoke with Henley repeating.

"Shit," Pam began cursing under her breath in a language Henley had never heard before.

"Swedish," Willa offered. "They do it a lot."

"I'll look into it," Pam grit her teeth.

Henley glanced between Godric and Pam. That was it?

"I'll have someone keep close, make sure you don't die before we figure out what to do with you," Pam eyed the red head before twisting on her heel and heading towards the door.

"I'll stay," Willa offered.

Pam raised an eyebrow but shrugged. She didn't even give Henley a second glance before she was already taking off into the night. She had a witch to find and a maker to keep an eye on. She also had to figure out how exactly a vampire had returned as a ghost. It wasn't supposed to be possible.

"Well that went well," Henley stared at the door, as if expecting something else to come strolling in. With her luck, it would be Jackson.

"Sorry about her," Willa sent her a small smile before standing and heading towards the door. "She's just been worried about Eric lately. We all have. I'll, er, I'll just be outside if you need anything."

"Thanks."

"Sure. Ah, bye Godric," the brunette called to the room before she too was gone.

Henley waited. She waited for something to happen. But when nothing did, she sighed and fell back onto the bed. Her night couldn't get any worse even if it tried.

Godric sighed in relief when Henley finally drifted off to sleep. He had to order it again, demanding that she close her eyes. He knew she didn't believe she was safe, that she had nothing to worry about. Not even he believed it to be the truth. But Willa was nearby, keeping herself busy but listening closely incase of any intruders. Henley was as safe as she possibly could be at the moment.

But still, the girl had fought him, like she was determined to do every step of the way. She was stubborn, as feisty as her hair commanded. He found it amusing, of course, watching as her anger fluctuated. One moment she would be blushing, and the next, she would be tossing inanimate objects at him, praying they would stop falling right through him. He wanted to laugh despite his annoyance at her childish behaviour. She was simply distracting herself from her own vulnerability, a side of herself she didn't want to embrace.

"Sleep well, little one," Godric murmured as he settled on the opposite bed, his gaze never leaving her sleeping form. She was so at peace as she slept, so relaxed. She may have doubted her safety, but the moment she had slipped into the comfort of her dreams, the tension had left her body. It caused him to smile knowing that wherever her mind may lie, she was at peace.

He wasn't sure how long he sat there, how long he just stared at her. Time stood still. He only moved when she started to shift, the sheet slipping down her arms and goose bumps rising on the exposed flesh. Smiling to himself, Godric reached over to grab onto the sheet to yank it back over her form, but was only met with thin air. It seemed while he was easily able to touch her, Godric was still unable to touch anything else. Sighing to himself, he willed the energy around himself until a small breeze pushed the sheet over her arms. Satisfied that Henley was now warm and content, he moved back to the opposite bed.

His fingers, however, accidentally grazed along her arm, making contact.

She moaned.

She couldn't open her eyes, she couldn't speak, and she couldn't move a single muscle.

She was trapped.

Henley started to panic as she struggled. Where was she? Had Jackson found her? She fought to move even just an inch, for her fingers to grasp onto something that could aid her. After a long moment of her heart pounding, her breathing laboured, her fingers finally grasped onto what Henley could have sworn were the itchy, but warm, motel sheets.

Was she still safely in her motel room? The last thing she remembered was drifting off to sleep, Godric's commands lingering in her ear. Was she asleep? Was this all a dream?

But she felt so awake, so alive, that it couldn't have been a dream.

Then what was happening?

She tried calling out to Godric, searching for the vampire ghost to help her. He may only be a ghost, but she felt like she needed him. A simple touch from the once pestering vampire now felt like she was wrapped in a bundle, safe and sound, without a worry in the world. It felt so natural now, barely even 24 hours after something, whatever it was, had changed.

Godric, however, was not there. She couldn't cry out to him, she couldn't reach for him. She was utterly alone, and she hated to admit that she was scared. That was all she felt now, and she hated it. Seventeen years of her life she had spent warding off ghosts. She had dealt with what should have been impossible. But then Godric showed up and one thing happened after another. And now she was petrified. She would do anything to go back a few weeks, to the ghosts in the clinic waiting room being her only problem. They seemed so harmless compared to the witch that was out for her blood.

A feather light graze of the bottom of her foot pulled Henley out of her thoughts. A sharp, warm tingle shot through her body at the sudden touch, causing her to shudder. She tried to move her foot away, but she was still unable to move. As the soft touch travelled slowly across her ankle and up her calve, a moan sounded and Henley was surprised when she realized the sound had escaped from her own lips. Believing she could now speak, she tried calling out to Godric for help, but only another moan slipped out.

Henley was frustrated as fingertips traced her kneecap, taking their sweet time before dancing to mid thigh. It was there that they stopped, trailing their way back down to the sole of her feet before disappearing all together. She wanted to demand what was going on, however, only moans would sound from her lips.

What was happening to her?

Her continuous moans confused Godric. He had moved to her side, kneeling as he gazed intently at her face. Her nose was scrunching, her fingers twitching before she fell completely still. Godric frowned as he risked laying another finger on her, harmlessly poking at her arm.

Another moan.

Was she dreaming? He thought to wake her, but he didn't want to startle her. He wanted her to rest; she deserved it after the last 24 hours. She needed even a few moments of peace and quiet.

But he was worried.

Was it a nightmare?

Had Jackson wormed himself into her dreams? He was a powerful witch, after all. It was entirely possible.

But no, as Godric raised his fingertips to tuck a stray strand of hair behind an ear, Henley moaned once again.

"What's happening, little one?" he muttered under his breath, his eyebrows furrowing. "What is it? How can I help you?"

Henley could have sworn she heard whispering in her ear, but as the fingertips returned to her opposite foot, everything became hazy. The pressure was different this time. The touches were no longer feather light. Instead, the tips of the fingers pressed into her calf, massaging the curve of her knee. They rose higher, only stopping for a brief moment before a hand encased her hip.

Another moan.

She was tired of moaning. She wanted to scream, to cry out. She wanted to be able to do anything but lie there. She wanted Godric.

"Shh, little one."

She could hear the whispering again, hot breath falling onto her cheek as fingertips drew up her side. Up and down. Up and down. It was almost a soothing action, and Henley even found herself settling into the warmth the action brought her. She tried to shift, tried to accept the comfort, but she was still frozen in place.

"It's all right," the whisper cooed, coaxing away any worries she may have.

The touch was gone again, and she felt strangely empty. The warmth was leaving her still form and she wanted it back. Please, she wanted to beg, but not even a moan sounded as she parted her lips.

Henley waited. She waited for the fingers to return, for the soothing touches on her body. It felt like hours dragged by before they did, once more massaging her legs. Each touch, however, felt different than the last. They dipped to the inside of her thighs, a force causing her legs to open. She didn't even realize her limbs had moved, her thoughts solely focused on the warmth.

Godric yanked his hand back as he sat back on his heels, staring at Henley intently. He didn't understand her restlessness. She was starting to roll, to twist and turn until she was a complete mess within the sheets. Her moans were increasing as she fought with the sheets as if they were binds, holding her to the bed.

"Shh, little one," he tried to calm her.

When she stilled suddenly, Godric sighed. He raised a hand, another freeze moving the sheet back around her form. She had to be having a dream. He only hoped it wouldn't bring her anymore fear.

"It's all right," his fingers hovered over her before he pulled away. An unsatisfied grunt followed, causing an eyebrow to rise. He had watched her sleep before, when he had been persistently pursuing her help. She had never reacted this way before and that concerned Godric.

He waited.

He waited for anything to happen, but Henley just laid there. The only sign that she was still within her dream was the annoyed expression on her face. Godric almost chuckled, knowing that face all too well. Shaking his head, Godric went to stand, but was stopped Henley's legs dropped open, another grunt sounding from her lips as she began shifting.

Henley didn't realize she was naked until both sets of fingers drew to the top of her thighs. There was nothing to stop the warm tingles that shot through her body as a single finger traced her lower lips. A gasp rang from her lips, her hands finding the sheets beneath her once again and clutching onto them. The finger never left her as it slid up her slit before reaching the little bud of nerves. Her entire body wanted to jerk – whether away, or closer to the touch, Henley wasn't sure – but she was still trapped in place.

Was this still a dream? But if it was, where had it come from? She wouldn't deny the fact that she had had such dreams after her first few dates with Jackson, long before the once charming, handsome doctor had become a psychopath. But now? What was the purpose? What had caused them? She certainly wasn't thinking of Jackson in this way any longer.

With a lazy lick across the sensitive nub, all thoughts disappeared. Henley cried out with a long, winded moan as the licks continued while fingers caressed her lips. Lick. Caress. Lick. Caress. The rhythm was slow and purposely driving her crazy. It didn't matter how or why she was having this dream; all she cared about were the sensations, the overwhelming pleasure that was shocking her body.

Godric was startled the moment her arousal began to litter the air. He snapped off the ground and materialized onto the other side of the room. His pupils dilated immediately as her scent filled his nose.

She was most definitely having a dream.

Henley had always smelled sweet to him, but her scent had been dulled to his ghost senses. However, along with his ability to now touch her, his other scenes were also returning. He could smell her so clearly now, smelling of lavender and cherries. It was her arousal, though, that overtook any other smell. It caused his entire form to stir in reaction – a reaction that shouldn't have been occurring. He was a ghost; he wasn't supposed to be aroused, especially not at such a delectable sight.

Trying desperately to contain his own excitement, Godric was shocked further when he found Henley's hands begin to dip below the sheets, moving in slow, rhythmic motions.

She was touching herself.

He found himself next to her again, unsure when he consciously made the choice to return to her side. All thoughts were beginning to leave him, however, as he watched her hands move beneath the sheets. When she suddenly stopped, Godric felt disappointed. There was a sliver of shame, of guilt, as he enjoyed watching Henley pleasure herself, but it was quickly forgotten as a plea escaped the girl's lips.

"Please!"

The caresses, the licks, the soothing touches all ceased so suddenly that it took Henley a moment to realize the interruption. A disgruntled groan sounded as she pleaded for the touches to return. She didn't care at all if this was merely a dream; she wanted the pleasure. She wanted the release. It was a distraction from Jackson, from every single one of her life threatening problems. She needed this.

"Please," she begged softly, her voice finally working.

Godric couldn't stop himself as he drew a finger to Henley's cheek. She was starting to sweat, heat consuming her. He dragged a finger along her cheekbone, tracing her jaw, before falling to her lips. When the moans began again, her hands moving beneath the sheets, Godric paused and removed himself from her side. He settled himself on the other bed with furrowed eyebrows as he tried to understand. He waited for Henley to begin again, excitement fueling his inappropriate thoughts, but she remained still. Frowning, Godric gently pressed his hand against her elbow and was intrigued when her fingers once again began to move.

"How interesting."

He was starting to understand.

Removing his hand, Henley grew still. Laying even the tip of his finger on her shoulder, and her fingers moved desperately.

He was thinking thoughts that he shouldn't. He wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. He should have shaken her awake, apologize for even thinking what he was. He had already tormented her for long enough. Her life was in danger now, because of him. The last thing he was supposed to be doing was taking advantage of the poor, sleeping girl.

"Please Godric," her strained voice pleaded.

A side of Godric that had lain dormant for decades before he had met the true death was suddenly leaping free. It didn't matter that he was dead, that he was a ghost. All that mattered was that this girl pleasuring herself, his name slipping from her lips.

All thoughts of guilt disappeared.

He laid his hand on her arm.

A finger slid into her so suddenly, Henley lost all coherent thought. The intrusion sent a shudder through her entire body, her toes curling from the sensation. Her nails dug into the sheets and she was certain she was ripping the material as the finger began moving inside of her, teasing her. When another joined, she felt as if she was floating on cloud nine. In and out. In and out. Slow and deliberate.

It was driving her crazy.

She wanted release. She wanted to reach the edge, to be thrown off it and to relish in the sheer ecstasy. But the fingers wouldn't speed their pace. Not even as a third slid inside of her.

When the fingers were removed, Henley wanted to just cry. This felt like torture. She was right there, just waiting. But her desire was never fulfilled.

"Please Godric," the words slipped out without even realizing what she had spoken.

The pressure on her thighs returned quicker than they had disappeared, forcing her legs wide as a tongue darted quickly into her. Cries of pleasure swept through her as the tongue explored, tasting her, before swirling around the bud that would have sent her bucking right off the bed if she had been able to move on her own accord.

"Please," Henley begged shamelessly, pleading for release.

When she was sucked between two lips, fangs scraping the sensitive nerves, her body was finally released from their invisible binds. Her thighs trembled as her hips rocked, her head being thrown from side to side as her climax struck. She was filled again, most definitely not by fingers as she once was, and she began to lose all sense of time as one orgasm swiftly turned into another.

"Godric!"

The realization struck this time, when his name was blurted out. Her eyes flew open, but she was only met with darkness as her body shook from pleasure she had never experienced before in her life. She was sent spiraling into a frenzy with one last thrust, sending her so far over the edge, she thought she would simply just die. It all came to a sudden halt when she was left empty and her limbs feeling heavy and numb.

Godric knew he should have pulled away as the first orgasm swept over her. He knew he should have lifted his fingers from her arm, to wake her. But as the second one hit the poor, sleeping girl, he felt like a mad man completely lost. With every orgasm, her scent grew sweeter, more intoxicating. If he couldn't have her, then he could relish in her smell, consume himself with her delectable scent.

Eventually, however, her fingers began to slow beneath the sheets, the sweet dripping off her forehead as exhaustion began to set in. He knew the longer he touched her, the longer he wanted to clutch onto her arm, that she wouldn't be able to stop. She would work herself into such a frenzy that he was worried about her health. The hunger told her never to let go, but guilt pleaded with him to stop. It was a battle Godric wasn't certain would ever be won.

He lifted his hand.

She came one last time before her entire body grew still, her form melting into the bed. He remained beside her, still battling with the inner beast that wanted all of her, but his conscious began to return. He quickly checked her breathing, and was relieved to find it labored, yet her heart still beating with vigor. A sigh of relief escaped him as he settled on the other bed, waiting for her to wake.

Henley's eyes flew open with a start as she suddenly woke. Godric immediately stood as a squeak sounded from her lips, her eyes growing wide as her hands shuffled out of her pajama bottoms. The hunger in his gaze remained, but he forced the lust under control as he watched Henley with a careful stare. Feeling his orbs boring through her, her cheeks flamed a dark shade of red as she scrambled as far away from the ghost as she could possibly get. With her legs tangled in the sheets, however, she only ended up on the floor in a heap.

"Little one?" He wanted to reach for her, but was hesitant. He had felt her spike of embarrassment mixed with fear. She didn't understand what had just happened; neither did he. Despite his growing desires, he needed to keep his distance.

For now.

As those two words slipped from Godric's lips, Henley shuddered. The reaction, however, was one she s desperately wished she didn't have, not after whatever had only just happened. It had been a dream, she tried to insist. But as she peeked around the bed at the still vampire, her heart pounding painfully in her chest, she knew it was so much more than just a dream.

"Henley?" He was growing worried now, taking a small step towards her. "Henley, are you…"

"P-Please don't," her voice was tiny as she tried to control her wavering words. Her hands shook as she clutched onto the bed sheet, hugging them to her much like the security blanket she used to carry around as a child. "Please go away."

Did she know what she had dreamed? Godric had to believe that she did. Why else would she be as panicked as she was? Sighing, Godric stepped around the bed and knelt as close to her as he could without making her anymore uncomfortable.

"Little one?" he so wanted to cup her cheek, to caress her warm skin. The hunger was leaving him as her panic increased, his desires following close behind. It was almost overwhelming how sudden his wants were for this girl. One moment he wanted nothing more than to take her, to have her completely, and the next he simply wanted to hold her in his arms, to promise that everything was going to be all right. It should have disturbed him. It should have sent him searching for another that could help him. But he couldn't just leave her. Not now, and certainly not like this.

"Please go away," she pleaded with him, her fingers tightening around the sheet. "Please, Godric. Please go away."

"I can't just leave you, Henley," Godric shook his head. "It's too dangerous."

"Please. Godric Please," her gaze was begging him, causing his heart to ache. "Please just for a little while. Willa is outside and…please, Godric."

He didn't want to leave her. He didn't want to go and leave her unprotected. But he knew the longer he remained, the longer her dream would haunt her. She needed – they both needed – to somehow work passed this. They had larger issues at hand.

"I will be back at dawn," he told her pointedly. "Do not leave the room."

She nodded, her orbs immediately falling to her lap. Shaking his head, Godric vanished without saying another word, leaving Henley to her confusing thoughts.

Had that dream really happened? Had she really been touching herself while Godric was in the same room? Had she really called out his name?

"Fucking hell," she cursed under her breath. Having erotic dreams was the last thing she needed.

Especially when those dreams included thoughts of her pest-turned-saviour ghost.

A/N: So that happened! People who think transparency hinders smut! PFFT! Well I hope you all enjoyed that, anyways. I was a little concerned that it was inappropriate, but I've had this scene in mind since before I even really started writing the fic.