I felt fingers skimming across my cheek, threading through my hair, scraping against my scalp. I let out a content sigh, snuggling myself further into Blondie's chest. His fingers tilled against my head. "If you stop, I swear to god I'll lop off your hand," I groaned out. He chuckled, but resumed the massaging motion.

"Are you in pain?" his voice murmured after a moment.

"Huh?"

"You're skin… it's burned. Does it hurt?"

I squinted my eyes open, getting a nice view of his chest, before angling my head down so I could look at my arm. Bright red and flaking. Serious sunburn. Lovely. "Huh. I guess it's a little uncomfortable, yeah. " I let my eyes slid shut again, pressing my face back into his chest.

"Take my blood."

"I'm fine, Blondie. I'll heal on my own."

He let out a sigh. "I don't want you in pain because of me."

"I'm not. You didn't make me walk out into the sun. It was a decision I made, and I'd do it again if I had to."

"You'd put yourself through this again?"

"Yes," I said, because I was pretty sure I'd do anything for him. And fuck, I might've been falling for the stupid blond. Fuck me. I let out a sigh, pushing that thought away. "It's just some sunburn, it's not that serious."

He moved his hand to cup my cheek before brushing his lips against my forehead. My stupid heart did that stupid pitter patter, and I'm fairly sure I melted into a stupid puddle. "Pretty sure I have to chop off your hand now," I joked.

He chuckled, pulling away from me and climbing out of bed. "Get up, Godric's making you breakfast."

I groaned, tugging the covers more snug around me. "What about breakfast in bed?" I yawned out.

"Sure, just not my bed," he said, before yanking the covers away from me, and I let out an annoyed whine. "Anna, I'm shocked. Where are your pants? Trying to take advantage of me?"

I rolled my eyes, because it wasn't like I was naked. Still had a shirt and panties on. "Godric! I'm eating breakfast in Blondie's bed, he said it was okay!" I called out, grinning up at Blondie.

Godric appeared in the doorway. "Play nice," he said, and Blondie smirked down at me. "Both of you," he clarified.

Blondie let out a sigh, but turned and headed to the bathroom, letting his sweat pants drop to the floor before he closed the door, giving me a nice eyeful of his bare ass for a moment. And I was thankful for my red skin, because it hid the blush that would have been coloring my face.

"He's a dick," I pouted to Godric.

He just let out a chuckle. "But you like him anyways."

I huffed, climbing out of bed, and muttered, "I plead the tenth."

Godric rolled his eyes at me. "Come on, I have breakfast downstairs for you."

#

After eating breakfast and unsuccessfully trying to convince Godric to cook for me everyday, I headed back up to my room to get ready to head to Fangtasia. I hoped in the shower, probably the first time in my life I'd willingly taken a cool shower, and it felt fantastic on my burning skin. I scrubbed my skin, leaving it raw. I made a mental note to have a blood when we got to the bar.

I was shampooing my hair when the curtain was yanked back, and I went to protest but saw Blondie holding a finger up to his lips in a hushing motion. He held his hand out to me and I took it, keeping my lips clamped shut and one arm holding my boobs to my chest as he led me out of the bathroom, and into the hallway. He walked us to a window, which he quietly pulled open. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulled me against him as he leapt out of the window and into the air.

I squeezed my eyes shut, clinging to him as we flew. It wasn't long before I felt my feet being lowered onto the ground, and I opened my eyes. "What the fuck is going on?" I hissed out, looking around to see we were in the middle of a heavily wooded forest.

Blondie shook his head, keeping his arm tight around me. "I don't know. Godric told me to get you out. Someone was coming to the door."

"You don't know who it was?"

"No."

"...Hey, Blondie?" I asked, shivering lightly.

"Hm?" he grunted out.

"I'm cold… and naked," I said, and he glanced down at me.

"That you are," he smirked.

I smacked his shoulder. "What are we gonna do? Because I vote we go find me some clothes."

"I vote we don't," he said. I glared. "We wait until Godric contacts us," he said as he dropped his arm from my waist, reaching to pull his t-shirt over his head. "Lift your arms." I did as he said, and he tugged his shirt onto me, letting his hands rest on my hips. "Are you okay?"

"I mean, I'd really like to be dry, inside, warm, and not mostly naked…"

He let out a huff, moving one of his hands up to cup my face, thumb stroking my cheek. "Are you okay?"

"M'fine," I mumbled out, eyes on the ground, because I was not going to fall apart.

He tugged me against him, arms encircling my waist. His lips brushed against the crown of my head. "I won't let anyone hurt you," he breathed against my hair.

I melted against him, my arms wrapping around his torso. "Not really something you can promise, but I appreciate the sentiment," I replied.

He pulled back slightly, raising a brow at me. "You don't think I'll rip the heart out of anyone who tries to hurt you?"

"Blondie, I've had people after me for fifty years. Don't you think if it was as simple as ripping some hearts out Godric would have taken care of it already?" I asked, a shiver running up my spine, because fucking cold.

Blondie didn't reply, simply flew into the fucking air, and I let out a shriek, clinging to him like a fucking koala bear. My eyes snapped close, and I may have whimpered (but I would not be admitting that to Blondie, ever). The air whooshing around us seemed to come to a stop, but I refused to open my eyes. Nope nope nope.

"Open the door, don't let anyone rent the room," Blondie said.

"What?" I squeaked out, only for Blondie to shush me. I heard a metallic jingling, then a creaking noise. A door closed behind us, the latch giving a click.

"You can open your eyes."

I squinted an eye open, peaking over Blondie's shoulder. "A motel room?" I questioned, untangling my limbs from him, taking a step back as I looked around the room.

"You wanted somewhere warm and dry," he said, reaching out to run his hand through my hair. "There's a shower, why don't you get the soap out of your hair. I'll get you a towel."

#

I found a towel on the vanity after I finished showering. I dried myself off, pulling Blondie's t-shirt back on before leaving the bathroom. I found Blondie perched on the edge of the bed, looking down at the phone in his hand.

"Has Godric called?"

"No."

"Is your ringer on?"

Blondie rolled his eyes at me. "Yes."

"You're sure?"

He let out a huff, looking at me with a raised brow. "Yes."

"Who do you think it was?" I asked. "The dicks?"

"I don't know. Godric told me to get you out, I got you out," Blondie said, moving to lounge on the bed, resting back against the headboard.

"Aren't you worried?" I asked, starting to pace across the floor, needing to move, to do something.

"No. He can handle himself, he'll be fine."

"You can't know that," I groaned.

"I've known my maker for a thousand years. Yes, I can know that."

I let out a huff. "Yeah, but wh-"

I was cut off by Blondie speeding in front of me. I collided with his chest, his hands gripping my hips to steady me. "Anna. Stop worrying, and stop pacing."

"Well, what else am I supposed to do?" I asked.

Blondie smirked down at me. "I can think of a few things," he said, slowly backing me against the wall, hands at my hips, fingers working to bunch the fabric of his shirt I was wearing up over my legs.

"Blondie, what are you doing?" I whispered out through a tight throat.

He dipped his head down, trailing his nose over my neck. "Have I ever told you how enticing your scent is?"

"Uh, no… I don't think you have."

He pulled me, walking backwards to the bed. He laid back when his legs hit the bed, dragging me so I rested on top of him. He tucked one arm behind his head, the other hand trailing over my hip and thigh. I stretched myself out, crossing my arms over his chest, situating my head over my arms, gazing up at him with narrowed eyes. "What are you doing?" I repeated.

"Laying down."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "You're trying to distract me."

"Is it working?" he asked with a smirk, inching his hand up to graze over my ass.

"No," I replied, reaching down to swat his hand away.

He moved, flipping us over and settling his body over mine. One of his hands was at the back of my neck, the other on my thigh, bending my leg up to curl against his hip. His nose went to my neck again, trailing across my skin. "What about now?" he breathed out, grazing his teeth over my neck.

"Uh, no?" I squeaked, breath hitching. He chuckled, continuing to nuzzle his face against my neck before I felt his tongue dip out, laving against my throat. I let out a gasp, hands flying up to grab onto his shoulders. "Blondie?" I all but whimpered, needing to know if this was real.

"Hmm?" he hummed out, mouth drifting upwards over my jaw, towards my lips.

"S-stop," I stuttered out, heart hammering in my chest. He pulled back in an instant, moving to sit up but I tightened my arms on his shoulders. "I just… Why?" I asked, fumbling for my words. I just needed to know if this was real, or if it was only to distract me.

His brow furrowed in confusion. "Why?" Looking down on me, understanding seemed to dawn on him, his gaze softening. "Anna…" he trailed off, cupping his hand against my cheek. "I want you."

I shook my head. "I'm irritating, and childish, and annoying."

He chuckled. "Yes." He bent his head down, placing a kiss on the tip of my nose. "And you're bold, and unflinchingly loyal, and utterly fascinating." He placed a kiss on my forehead, pulling back to look down at me. "Anna, I am completely captivated by you."

My heart fluttered in my chest. "Blondie…" I felt tears well in my eyes as I reached my hands up to his face, palms resting against his cheeks. His eyes closed, a content sigh leaving his lips. He moved his hand to cover mine, pulling it away enough to brush his lips against my palm.

I pulled his head back down, guiding him down to my lips. His lips brushed against mine, and I let out a sigh, moving my hands back to his shoulders. He swiped his tongue along my bottom lip before nipping it between his blunt teeth, and I'm pretty sure my brain stopped working. A moan slid between Blondie and I. I wasn't sure who made the noise, all I knew was he felt good, and I didn't want him to stop.

His lips moved against my own before his tongue dipped into my mouth, and then I definitely moaned, because fuck. His hand moved to the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair. His tongue stroked against mine, my back arching up against him, needing to be as close to him as possible.

I tilted my head back with a gasp, needing a breath. He moved his lips back to my neck, teeth nibbling at my skin. "Blondie," I groaned out, digging my fingers into the smooth skin of his back.

"Hearing you moan 'Blondie' isn't much of a turn on," he said against my skin.

I let out a laugh. "I'm sorry, is that not your name?" I bit my lip as he let out a growl that I felt run through my body. "Rapunzel?" I asked on a breathy moan. He let out another growl, nipping my neck. "Goldilocks?" His fangs clicked out, scraping against my collarbone. "Eric," I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Much better," he mumbled out before his lips were on mine once again, and I think I could've died happily in that moment. His phone rang, and he titled his head away from me, pulling the phone to his ear. "Yes?" he said into the phone, nuzzling his nose into my neck.

"Is it Godric?" I asked. He shushed me, nipping at my neck. I let out an annoyed huff, but kept my mouth shut.

He was on his feet in the blink of an eye, holding his hand out to me. "We're on our way."

A/N: Guys! First kiss! Woo! Only took us 32 fucking chapters, and how many years of my slow ass writing?

Thanks to anyone who's still reading this, and welcome to any newcomers! I appreciate all of you!