When the driver arrived, he helped her take her bags and the box out to the limo (a limo this time? How wonderful!) and then, after one last goodbye, Selina got in and was driven away. As she sipped champagne and ate little appetizers, she thought about what was waiting for her. She hoped that he would be there to answer the door. And when it opened, he would smile and take her in his arms, and it…it would feel right. She would feel like she was home.

She shook her head. Home? With a man she barely knew? He was making her indulge in shameless romanticism! The she shrugged. What was the harm in that? And if this went wrong, it wasn't like it would be the first time.

Just like had happened during the last visit to his apartment, the driver led her to the door, then excused himself. She reached out to knock, but then pulled her hand back. This was crazy. She couldn't believe was she was doing.

"Are you hesitating?" Dorian asked from the other side of the door. "Darling, please don't hesitate!"

But when she opened the door, she didn't see him. She entered a space that was silver, black, and very modern…well, from what she could see, anyway. The lights were off and there were just a few candles lit.

"I'm here!" She cried, kicking off her shoes. "Dorian, where are you?" She took a few more steps, then let out a cry as she felt someone grab her around the waist. "Don't be afraid," he whispered in her ear. "It's just me." He nibbled on her earlobe. "I've been waiting for you." She closed her eyes as his hands went all over her body. "I'm glad you're here," he told her. "I can't wait to see you."

"Can't you see me now?" She asked. "How can you touch me like that and not see me?"

Dorian blew in her ear and she giggled. "That's not what I meant," he told her. "I'm so glad you're here. You have no idea." Then, he whispered, "I think it's time. Give me five minutes, would you?" He then sped away, leaving Selina alone.

"Five minutes for what?" She wondered aloud. Since he was gone, she took the time to look around, going through his drawers of junk and what he had lying around so she could at least have a bit of an idea of the man she'd impulsively agreed to move in with, even though she barely knew him. As she sat on his sofa and leafed through a magazine, the view out one of the large windows caught her eye. She could see every bit of the city skyline. It really was magnificent. She got up to go get a closer look and gasped. She hadn't realized how many floors up his apartment was before. She backed away from the window and ran back to the sofa. This was a safer place to look at the skyline for sure. She then wandered into the dining room, where the table had been set for two with what looked like some really expensive china. There were black roses like the ones he sent her in a vase and an unlit candelabra with some matches nearby. She chuckled to herself. He really had thought of everything. Just on impulse, she reached out and took one of the black roses from the vase and sniffed it, then decided to carry it around with her instead of just putting it back. After nibbling on some vegetables and dip, she wondered just where Dorian had gone to. It was turning into the longest five minutes of her life. In a deep corner of her mind, she wondered if he wasn't coming back at all, but she quickly dismissed that thought. He wouldn't bring her all the way over here and set all this up if he was only planning to ditch her. Just the same, she thought she would go looking for him, if just to ease her own mind. She looked in every door until she found herself in a large bedroom with a bed that seemed to take up half the space. "I won't have to worry about rolling out of this thing, will I?" She asked herself as she felt the black silk sheets and fluffed up one of the pillows. "That's good news."

Then, she heard a noise from the bathroom. Her heart began to pound. What if Dorian found her in here? What if he got mad and accused her of snooping? She quickly hid under the bed and waited, trying not to make a sound. She saw Dorian's feet come out, and listened as he did some last minute things to spruce himself up.

Then, he stopped and said, "Darling, you can come out of there. I don't know why you're hiding. We're going to get here eventually. You don't have to worry about that."

Selina came out from under the bed, blushing furiously. "Sorry," she told him as he came and put his arms around her. "It just seemed like you were gone a long time and I wanted to make sure you hadn't changed your mind."

He turned her around to face him and kissed her deeply. "One thing you will learn about me, my love, is that I never second guess myself. If I decide to bring you, you're here to stay."

"Well, well…good," Selina smiled. "Geez, now I feel really silly."

"You don't have to," He assured her and began kissing her earlobe again for a moment before moving down her neck. "I love that you wore your hair up," he said. "It makes kissing you so much easier."

"Oh," Selina remarked as she felt her breathing pick up again. "You're a neck person too? I always have been."

He chuckled as he put his hands around her tiny waist and then brought them up to cup her breasts and give them a gentle squeeze, which made her gasp. She was beginning to lose her mind. Her whole body was warm. "I love you in that dress," he continued to whisper as he held her against his body and began swaying gently.

"Good," she told him. "I'm glad you like it. "And to answer your question, that's exactly why I wore my hair up. I must know you better than I thought."

He turned her around to face him, grinning broadly. "I think we should eat now," he told her. "Have you seen what I have laid out for us in the dining room?"

"Yes," Selina nodded. "You have a very good caterer. I might have taken some of what was on the table already when I was looking around. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, no," he shook his head and took her hand. "That's what I wanted you to do." He began to massage her palm with his thumb, then kissed up her arm and her shoulder.

"I thought we were eating," she said. "Remember that?"

"Yes, but I'm sorry," he told her. "You…you're so enticing that I can't wait anymore. You're more appetizing to me than anything on that table out there, and I need…I need to see your lovely naked body." He paused and said, "What do you say I help you out of that dress?"

"I wouldn't mind," she told him. "In fact, I would love it."

He chuckled and began to undress her, slowly unzipping the dress and then staring as it fell to her feet.

She began to shiver and he asked, "Are you cold?"

"No," she shook her head. "I just…whenever you touch me, it gives me the shivers. You're so overpowering. I've never felt anything like it before."

"I hope that's a good thing," he said and slid her dress down her legs until it lay piled at her feet. "Is it?"

"Yes," she nodded and stepped out of the dress, waiting to see what he would do next. And waited.

"What are you doing?" She asked. "Don't make me suffer like this!"

He pulled her against him, his fingers dipping inside her soaking panties. "Look at this," he whispered. "Look what I've done."

"Yes, and you should be ashamed of yourself," she squirmed as he began to rub her gently. "I don't think you need to do that anymore. I think I just want to be in your bed."

He then left for a moment to go tell someone to put the food away, and when he returned, he came to stand behind her, pulling on one of the ribbons that adorned her tiny, black lace panties. "Let's get you out of those," he suggested. "I wouldn't want you to be in wet panties forever."

"Oh, good," Selina sighed as he gave them a tug and they slid down her legs. She kicked them aside and felt him hold her against himself again, moving his hand to cup one of her breasts as he worked on undoing the clasp of her bra with the other hand. As he got the clasp undone with a grunt, he whispered in her ear.

"Don't worry, my darling," he assured her. "I can smell your arousal. I can taste it. And it smells so good!"

She chuckled. "Maybe it's just the perfume you smell. I remembered to wear it, just like you said."

"Yes, and I have to thank you for that," he remarked. He led her to bed and she lay on the mattress, eagerly watching him undress himself, not even blinking.

After he undressed, her joined her in bed and they began to kiss each other hungrily, their hands roaming all over each other's bodies until Dorian finally pulled her close, let her hair loose and buried himself inside her over and over again as her fingers threaded through his hair and she called out his name. Then, when they were resting next to each other afterward, Dorian felt himself begin to change. He couldn't let her see his demon self. Not yet. He didn't want to scare her.

But to his surprise, she wasn't scared at all. She ran her hands gently over his cold, pale face and looked into his eyes without fear. "So this is what you really look like?" She asked. "Is it?"

He shut his eyes and kissed her palm. "You don't seem surprised."

"It was part of my dream," she shrugged. "You were a big black creature with glowing red eyes and no normal animal has glowing red eyes. And I think, even before that, in the back of my mind, I sensed a sort of darkness in you like you did with me." She traced the line of his jaw with her fingers. "You wanna see what I look like?" She asked. "I can show you, if it will make you feel better."

"See what you look like…what do you mean?" he asked. "Isn't this what you look like?"

"Not all the time," she said and showed him her vampire face.

"There it is," he smiled. "I think it's beautiful."

"Thank you," she smiled and turned back. "So…are you some sort of important person for, you know, whatever species you are? I think you are. It seems like it."

"Yes," Dorian nodded, "I guess you could say that." Then he took her in his arms as her face fell. "What's the matter? Go on, you can tell me."

"You know I want to be with you," she told him. "I feel more…more accepted with you than I have my whole life. But my family…they're all, you know, vampires and werewolves and stuff, and they might not handle it so well, and as much as this means to me, I just can't go the rest of my life without seeing my family. I don't know what to do!" She then buried her face in his shoulder and began to cry in earnest.

"Sorry for spoiling the mood," she apologized when she paused to take a breath. "I'm sure the last thing you want to deal with when we're both naked is me crying like a baby."

"No, no, it's okay," he assured her as he took her in his arms, played with her hair, and kissed her forehead. "Are they anti-demon or something? Cause if they plan to become a mob and wield pitchforks, that's not going to do anything to me." He said it to try and lighten the mood, and she must have known that because she gave him a small smile.

"You're here with me," he continued. "There'll never be anyone else. You're my one and only. I've literally waited centuries to find a woman like you and now that I have, there's no way I'm letting you go now." He then put his fingers under her chin to make sure he was looking into her eyes. "Do you understand that?"

"Yes," Selina nodded. "I do."

"Good," Dorian nodded. "Now that we got that more serious talk out of the way, I hope you won't mind doing something a bit more pleasurable. I think you deserve it."

"Oh, I would love that," she nodded. "Let's do. Please."

He grinned as he lay her down on the mattress and grinned, kissing her lips, neck, breasts, and belly, then ran his hands down her inner thighs before giving her another good rub and entering her a few times with his finger before parting her legs to pleasure her with his tongue.

"Oh, god," she moaned. "I like this so much more when you do it in person than when I do it myself while you're talking to me on the phone."

"I almost forgot to do something," he told her with a smile, getting up and going to grab one of the roses that were in the dining room and coming back to glide it over her body, which made her giggle.

"That sort of tickles," she smiled.

"Does it?" He asked.

"Yes," she nodded as he rubbed it under her chin and she laughed harder. "Oh, don't do that. I'm ticklish!"

"Are you?" Dorian smiled and put the rose down to tickle her with his fingers. Soon, Selina was laughing hard, all awkwardness forgotten. The she grabbed Dorian and kissed him in an attempt to distract him from the tickle assault.

"Thank you for bringing me into your life," she told him and lay down on her pillow to rest. "I appreciate it."

"I'm glad you came," he said and moved some of the hair that had fallen into her eyes before kissing her cheek.

"I love that cologne," she remarked. "It does things to me. Makes me feel all tingly."

"Even now?" He asked in surprise. "After all we just did?"

"Yes," Selina nodded, even after that. You're not the only one with a remarkable sexual appetite."

"Amazing," he remarked as he lay down beside her. "That's really amazing."

"Oh, damn!" Elijah cried as he looked at his alarm. "I overslept!"

"Me too!" Amy cried, biting one nail. "What do you think we should do? You can take the first shower."

"No, that's ridiculous," Elijah said. "It's a big shower. We can take one together. It'll save time."

Amy was a bit surprised, but agreed. They both headed to the bathroom and undressed. Amy noticed the hot look in Elijah's eyes as she removed her clothes and said, "You know, if we need to do this fast, maybe showering together isn't the best idea."

"Oh, of course it is," Elijah assured her. "We're two mature, responsible people who won't let our passions get in the way of the important things we have to do."

"Sure," Amy nodded as he undressed, turned on the water, and offered her his hand to help her in. "We can handle it."

But the second he began running over her body with the washcloth, Amy began to wonder if that was really true after all.

"Do you want me to wash you?" He asked. "Or would you rather do that yourself?"

"Well, didn't we come in here together because we wanted our shower to go fast?" Amy remarked. "What do you think would make it go quicker?"

"Well, let's just wash ourselves," Elijah suggested. "That'll make things go fast, don't you think?"

And for a little while, at least, he seemed to be right. Then, he noticed that Amy was at the point of washing some of her more intimate parts, which gave him pause. He watched her as she gently washed her breasts, inner thighs, and between her legs with the wash cloth, not even pausing when she realized he was looking. Instead, she just smiled.

"Are you gonna stand there holding that wash cloth?" She asked, pointing to the one in his hand. "Or are you actually going to use it?"

"Right," Elijah nodded and began scrubbing himself. "Washing myself off, that's what I'm doing…"

"That's not where I would have started if I were you," she remarked while looking him over. "I would have begun a little lower." She carefully made her way across the shower, took the wash cloth from his hand, and slowly worked it down his shaft, applying gentle pressure as he closed his eyes and tried to just think of it as being washed, and not being pleasured by his beautiful sister-in-law.

After he climaxed and Amy had to hold onto him to keep him from slipping, they quickly washed their hair and then got out of the shower. Amy dried them both off with her magic and then they dressed.

"That was…that was interesting," Elijah remarked as Amy helped him with his tie.

"It might be good if we shower separately from now on," Amy told him. "At least when you have to go to school in the morning, that is. Want me to zap you there before I head to the Council building?"

"Would you, please?" Elijah asked. "You've already done so much for me that I would hate to further impose, but…"

"No problem at all," Amy assured him before zapping him to school and then going to work herself and trying not to focus on work, not what they'd done that morning in the shower.