Chapter 35:

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Here is another chapter for you to enjoy… perhaps ideas following the same pathway (in a sense) as the dream in chapter 28 will occur this chapter!

Claire's POV

This is the best moment we have had together. I say this because we are in this moment, and later on I will probably reflect that it wasn't quite as good as I am making it out to be. But, at the minute, it is fricking amazing!

"I love you," I murmur as I semi release Myrnin, so that we can go through and show his return to life to the rest of the 'gang' so to speak.

"Oh, honey, don't you still have the ability to understand that no matter how much you love me, I always love you more?" he says with a grin, wrapping his arm tightly around my waist.

"Oh, I don't know," I say with a huge grin on my face that I just cannot hold back. "I'm pretty sure that it's the other way around and you can't see that way of thinking!" I continue and he stops dead to look me in the eye. Then he bends down and whispers into my ear.

"I'm pretty sure that I can change your mind of that later, if you want," he suggests and I nod, with my breathing increasing in anticipation. It's a shame that my heart rate no longer is affected (hello, no heart beat to affect!) because that was a pretty damn good indicator that things were going well.

"Or I you," I say in retaliation, waggling my eyebrows suggestively. He roars out with laughter before wrapping his other hand in my hair and holding me close to him again.

"Never do anything like that to me again," he murmurs against my hair and I feel a rush of indignation.

"Hello," I say as sharp as I can possibly be with my newly resurrected husband. "You're the one that went and died on me, not the other way around!" I continue, and I feel him nodding.

"You're quite right… but if you hadn't have rushed off to fight Bishop alone – I must remind you to thank Sam for saving your life – then he wouldn't have gone there and there would have been less carnage than there was," he says with a slightly serious tone. "Therefore, you worried me miles before I could even have considered worrying you. And also, the fights that you got into in the battle worried me continually… you are too young to be fighting!" he says and I feel like a child for a moment. Then I decide that if it is a choice between feeling like a child and not having Myrnin, I'll take the first any day!

"Fine, you win that one, but I definitely win the love argument!" I say, conceding defeat. This was probably one of the stupidest things that I could have done… over the past year and a bit with Myrnin, I have learnt one thing – you never admit defeat to the man. He rubs it in your face (though as we are 'in love' it is a little less severe than Oliver's rubbing in face) continually for however long it takes for him to decide that he loves you too much, or he has another thing to rub in your face. He rubs it in everywhere: in the lab, when we're eating… once even when we were having sex he rubbed it in my face: let's just say that what we were doing then ended pretty quickly!

"I win – hahahaha, I win!" he crows but I simply shake my head. If it was between him crowing and me loosing him forever, I would choose the crowing (along with the feeling of being a child) over the latter any day… even if I will regret that choice in even an hour's time!

"Come on, let's go say hi to your bestest friend in the whole wide world," I say and he lights up. Has he not realised who I am insinuating that his best friend is? Evidently not!

"Have you found Bob – really?" he says, sounding entirely excited as we rush (well my approximation of rushing…it's probably his idea of a nice leisurely stroll in the park) towards the room where Amelie, Sam, Michael and Oliver are standing.

"Fool, she means that you are going to be reunited with dear Oliver around about now," Amelie says, stepping out of the room before we even reach it. Her face is lit up in a smile and Myrnin extends one arm to her (the other is kept tightly wrapped around me) for a quick hug. "You have no idea how tiring this one can be when you are not around to keep her in check," she states, looking at me with a slightly dubious smile. Inside the room, Sam and Michael laugh and I throw them a death stare, even though they cannot see.

"Well you won't be worrying about that any longer!" Myrnin says with pride and a little of a bounce in his voice. We sweep into the room and he pounces on Oliver immediately. "Oliver… couldn't you have dressed any better at my welcome back to the land of the living party? You look like you deserve to be in a Victorian brothel… and a cheap one at that!" he insults with a laugh, Oliver's face getting darker and darker as the syllables pass.

"This is my approximation of dressing up to the horrific return of you," Oliver retorts. "Unfortunately, I didn't see it as much of a celebration, more recognition of the torture I now have to undergo for the rest of my life, having to see your ugly face every day. I deemed it more appropriate to wear morbid funeral attire, rather than anything you could insinuate or take to be that I am happy to see you again… something which you cannot dispute that I most certainly am not!" he says – sheesh, is it just me or did that go on forever? My eyelids feel as if they are drooping… and I cannot go to sleep for like another eighteen hours or so!

"Whatever, Oliver, if your aim was to make us all sleep you achieved that perfectly," Myrnin replies, but with a smile. It's rather disturbing how happy arguing with Oliver makes him! Still, whatever makes him happy, I guess! I pull Myrnin away from Oliver and take him over to Sam, who smiles widely at the sight of Myrnin.

"So… um, I guess we could have a whole conference discussing our experience but that would be too weird, so lets leave it as – good luck not eating the postman!" Sam says, rather awkwardly, laughing at the end. We all, even Oliver, laugh at this and I realise that Myrnin is probably still thirsty. I am thirsty, in a sense, from the blood I lost that I gave to Myrnin… but I don't want any blood. I just want to be with Myrnin. That is all that I want… that is all that I need!

Unfortunately, Myrnin can read too deeply into my face. He takes one look at me and is already pulling me towards the kitchen, without as much as a word to Amelie or Sam. Michael is on the phone to Lindsay (I may not be able to, as yet, hear the individual words but I can hear the tone and it is so obviously Lindsay!) and doesn't even notice us leaving, whilst Oliver rolls his eyes and begins to text. Yes, Oliver texts… it's rather disturbing to be honest!

Myrnin shuts the kitchen door behind us and drags me to the fridge, pulling two bottles of blood out of it. He hands one to me with a hard look and begins to glug the other down his throat; nice and polite, as always! Can I do this? I mean, now that Myrnin is here (and he drank my blood) I don't know if I'm going to have the same problem with blood as I did before… speaking of, whoever cleaned up the mess on this floor did a marvellous job!

"Claire, drink up… otherwise I can't give you your present," he says, instantly sparking my interest. Yes, yes, I know it's a stereotypical girl thing, to be excited when you get a present, but I don't care! It's from Myrnin – that automatically means that it's going to be great!

I open the bottle and lift the slowly moving blood to my mouth. As the scent hits my nostrils, my throat clamours for it, begging me to move faster and get the damned blood down my throat! I don't think that I can ever accurately describe the thirst caused by needing blood in a vampire's body: it isn't similar, but it isn't dissimilar, to the thirst a human feels when they need water. You feel very weak, as if you cannot move, but also susceptible… as if when a beating heart passes, oozing fresh human scent with pumping blood, you have to pounce. I never would, of course, but that is the only analogy I can think of.

My vision clouds over and becomes ruby red, my fangs sinking down automatically. The bottle is tilting upwards of its own accord – another side effect of being thirsty, when you get the blood, you cannot control your own body – and I feel the sticky substance oozing down my throat. It mutes the pain in my throat and I smile slightly – I can get my present now! I retract my sharp fangs (so much sharper and longer… they're so pointy now! Anyway, they're so much more like Myrnin's now than they were before… but it shall be rather a while before I get them to his length!) And turn my vision back to normal – I'm normal again!

I throw the bottle in the bin before returning to Myrnin's arms. His hands interlace with one another behind my back as I seal myself into him… Mmm, this is perfection!

"So Myrnin," I begin, in a very blasé tone. "What's my present?" I ask and he chuckles. I look up into his chocolate brown eyes and see only love and affection there. He is truly amazing… I love him with all my heart and if I never had to leave somewhere, it would be his arms.

"Here," he says, bending over to press his lips firmly to mine. The fireworks explode around us as I sneak my arms up to lace in his curly brown hair, the most perfect type of hair that you could have. As my fingers curl into his hair, I pull his head down closer to me so that I don't have to tiptoe to be able to reach him properly. Once again, his tongue is at my lips and I grant him entry to my mouth, gasping slightly as he searches my mouth as if he has never been here before.

"Maybe… maybe we can go home now, and continue the party later on?" I suggest breathlessly as his mouth moves from my mouth down to my neck. He nods and sweeps me into his arms at a speed so fast that I could never have seen it coming! He moves over to the bare wall behind us and conjures up a portal leading directly to our bedroom – somewhere that I haven't been in about four weeks. It is just as I remember it… not that I have exactly much time to be looking around!

Myrnin jumps onto the bed with me and rolls as he jumps, landing with me on my back and him on top of me. He doesn't bother shifting his weight – I cannot feel it anyway – and he simply gets straight down to business, kissing my neck seductively. I cannot keep a coherent chain of thought besides:

Myrnin you are so hot!

I LOVE YOU MYRNIN!

OOOHHH, naughty!

God, you are sexy!

That's pretty much my thoughts for the next five minutes! His hands search all over my body and I can tell already that this is so much better than the dream sex!

"God you are beautiful," Myrnin mutters as his attention drifts south slightly from my neck. He begins to remove the cardigan that I am wearing and I assist as much as possible, unlinking my hands from his head to allow the sleeves to slip off easily. With my shoulders now exposed, he runs his hands all over them, kissing my collarbone as he does.

I remove my hands from his hair and begin to unbutton the front of his shirt as fast as I can; unfortunately, the buttons are just too small! With all the impatience of a woman without sex for about six weeks, I rip his shirt off, tossing the ruined garment of clothing onto the floor with about as much sympathy as a dog has for a budgie – ie, none whatsoever!

"That was my favourite shirt," Myrnin complains from against my skin, his tongue ending up licking me as he speaks.

"Would you rather be wearing it, or be here like this?" I ask him, shocked that he would prefer a shirt. He shuts up pretty damn quickly, returning to the kissing of my skin… mmmm, perfection!

His hands rub up and down my shoulder and begin to creep down. They reach the hem of my vest top thing and yank upwards, lifting my entire torso up with it. I toss my head and hair around to remove the ratty thing and I hear a satisfying thud on the floor, telling me that we're one item of clothing less each!

"Your turn again," Myrnin says to me, his hands moving to my back. With a movement so well practised (well, duh, with who else but me?), he removes the hideous (well it's a stage between being naked and being clothed, so of course it's hideous!) item of clothing and throws it down. Now we're both entirely naked above the torso, and I begin to snake my hands down to his belt.

"Help me," I say against his lips as them meet mine again. He does as I ask, lifting his hips to allow me to unbuckle his belt properly and then undo the jeans. With my legs, I shimmy them down for him, pushing them off the end of the bed with my foot.

I bite his lip hard and he smiles against my lips as I smell the blood. I ignore it, however, and focus on the fact that Myrnin has just managed to remove my trousers without me even noticing – now that is skill! He continues to rub my bare skin, making circular patterns against it as my hands rake over his back, his chest, his six pack… this is pure bliss….. And we're not even there yet! (ok, yeah, sort of imagination time now!)

OoOoOo

I rest my head against Myrnin's chest and breathe in and out deeply.

"Well, um, wow," I manage to say, smiling as I process the last hour or so. Some of it I can't even think about without blushing, so I keep well away from that stuff… but he was amazing!

"What did I say?" he crows but I shake my head.

"I'm pretty sure I managed to make you admit that I was in love with you more during that," I remind him, noting how he blushes very slightly as I remind him of one of the more active moments!

"Fine, have it!" he grumbles and I smile, sitting up slightly to look him in the eye.

"I am going to savour this moment forever," I inform him. "The day Myrnin, my husband, conceded something he apparently could have won!" I say, a sweet smile of victory appearing on my face.

"Oh honey," he says, trying to imitate some film, I just can't remember which one. "You haven't seen nothing yet!" he continues and grabs me. This could make for an interesting catch up! (imagination – again haha!)

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