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Stretching out in his bed Count Dracula couldn't remember a time when he had been happier. The last few weeks had been bliss. The only negative was that he couldn't keep Agatha to himself all the time.

Rolling over he studied his sleeping bed partner, she was tucked up neatly with her back towards him, her hand pressed under her pillow and her face pressed into the downy surface. Dracula traced the line of her spine with his fingertips, admiring the long length of her back. The way it flared into the soft little mounds of her backside; in particular the two little dents that were rather romantically called the dimples of Venus. Those he loved lathering with the tip of his tongue before he would bite playfully at Agatha's buttocks.

He could already feel himself stirring in anticipation of a little morning romp. Pressing his lips to the curve of her shoulder, Dracula reached around to cup her breast, gently running his thumb nail over Agatha's nipple, feeling it harden under his careful touch. Stirring in her sleep, Agatha moaned, pressing back into him automatically now and Dracula smiled at her trust.

He slid one thigh forward, pressing hers forward in anticipation as he slid himself between her thighs, his hardened flesh sliding between wet folds. Gently rubbing back and forth across her entrance, as Agatha sighed in her sleep, and pressed her backside into his groin.

"Wakey wakey sleeping beauty." Dracula whispered in her ear, before sucking at the pulse point below her ear, just because her heart no longer beat, it didn't make that little cluster of nerves any less sensitive.

"Hmmm good morning." Agatha murmured back, moaning as Dracula squeezed her breast in his hand. "Not sleeping in this morning then?"

"Well we can afterwards if you like." Dracula teased, leaning over to kiss her good morning before encouraging her to roll on to her stomach; his hands drifting to her hips, encouraging them to lift as he settled in behind her.

It took only a moment to reposition himself, and he was thrusting inside her, Agatha's mussed hair hid her face from him as she buried more into the pillows, her fingers forming fists of the soft fluffy cushions.

Dracula wouldn't admit it, but this was his favourite time to have sex, oh he enjoyed their night-time escapades as well, but there was just something so wonderfully relaxed and domestic about a half-asleep romp with his girlfriend…slow…and easy…no need to rush…he could just enjoy her. They would never win any sex awards, or tantalise the masses with such a recording, but the ease of it was a balm to his soul…they just fit.

Pushing back against him, Agatha felt her pleasure curling deep and languid in her bones, she was still half drunk from sleep, her body moving with the ease of the well-rested…no aches or pains…just pleasure growing steadily within her. She reached down between her thighs to touch herself, knowing that Dracula would if she asked him too, but there was something highly erotic about having both his hands gripping her hips, as he part thrust, part dragged her pliant body back onto his cock. Letting him dictate the pace, allowed her to stop thinking, to just experience everything as it happened.

Snapping his hips against her backside, Dracula could feel his climax coming, could feel that little downward spiral starting in his balls, and he eased off a little, riding the wave until he was certain Agatha was also close. He had gotten good at noticing her tells now, how her breaths got shorter, and the muscles in her thighs began to clench.

"Come on baby." He teased, knowing how it irritated Agatha that he had purloined that annoying pet name for his own during sex. "Soooo good...such a good girl…come for me…"

His thrusts were harder and sharper now, Agatha could feel him almost rutting inside her, her body responding to the slightly harsher treatment like it always did and she came hard. One moment she was just there teetering on the edge, and the next she was falling and falling, and Dracula was groaning loudly in her ear as he spilled himself inside her.

Collapsed against her back, Dracula smiled, feeling Agatha continue to milk him dry even as he thrust once or twice more. His face was all but buried in her hair, and he chuckled as he tried to wade his way out, only there was always more of it.

"Hmmm lovely as always Ms Van Helsing."

"That is Captain Van Helsing to you." Agatha's retort was muffled by the pillows, she was buried in, but there was no mistaking the rebuke. Finally, she emerged from the pillow cocoon. "It's a good job we really don't need to breath."

"My apologies…Am I squashing you?"

"No, I'm good." Agatha rolled her hips and arched her back, causing Dracula to whimper as she squeezed down on him tight. "Sorry love."

"No, I'm good." Dracula repeated her words, but the slightly strained way he said it, undermined their credibility a little.

Taking pity Agatha released him, and a relieved Dracula rolled over on to his back, pleased when a moment later Agatha's head came to rest on his chest and she hugged him to her.

For a while they just lay there content, happy not to speak and just watch the sun rise in the sky. One advantage of having the penthouse was they were not overlooked, and since learning he wouldn't burn up in sunlight, Dracula had had all the curtains taken down. It would be an absolute arse come the summer, but for now it was nice to lay there together and watch the world wake up.

Eventually the real world had to intrude, Agatha's phone alarm going off.

"Of all the inventions of the modern world." Dracula complained, as Agatha left his embrace to switch the damn thing off. "Machines should answer to man and not the other way around. You shouldn't let that thing dictate your day the way it does…"

"Yeah, yeah." Agatha had to smother a smile as she headed towards the bathroom to start her day.

This was not the first time she had heard him rant on about this, Dracula could really get up a good speed if she let him flow uninterrupted. Still she knew his real objection was the fact she would be leaving his bed before he was ready for her to, something she knew he hated.

Still it was his fault she had to get up to go to headquarters today. Dracula insisted on her being presented this year, as per tradition, and that meant more lessons to refine her skills in dancing, conversation and the piano. As far as Agatha had managed to make out, to be a truly successful debutant, one must be light and graceful on ones feet, be intelligent to converse on many topics but never get to show more than a fraction of that knowledge lest you appear to be more intelligent than your dance partner, and be able to play one instrument well enough to entertain your guests.

The skills that really mattered, like how to fight or survive in this fast-changing world did not seem to count. Still Agatha knew Dracula appreciated that she had them. He respected her, and that was very important to her, even if she wished he would also learn to trust her with more than his heart. Agatha had made her way in there no problem, into his bed had been just as easy, into his confidences was proving to be little trickier.

Dracula never wanted to talk about his problems with her, and Agatha wasn't foolish to believe he had none. Yet whenever she tried to ask how his day had gone or broach the topic of the fallout from the Pazzi family, Dracula found a way to change the subject. He would brush her concerns aside, tell her to trust him, tell her how much he missed her or kiss her.

She wasn't a coward, but Agatha hadn't exactly pushed either. She just assumed when the time was right, Dracula would start to open up to her. Although she was getting a little impatient, but then she felt guilty for feeling that way, Dracula was being more than patient with her. Agatha knew that not having their relationship on a more formal footing was bothering him. You could bring a fifteenth century warlord to the twenty-first century, teach him how to text or drive a car, but you couldn't change the core of the man. And at the core he was a man used to having his own way, to setting the rules that others lived by. That he was willing to allow her to dictate something so important to him, showed Agatha just how much he must love her. Still that didn't make it easy for him.

"Darling come back to bed please."

"I only wish I could, but Mycroft has that new etiquette and dance teacher he hired coming again today and god knows I need to make a better impression than the last time…"

Resigned to losing his entertainment earlier than he hoped for, Dracula heaved himself out of bed, padding naked to join her in bathroom and turning on the large shower.

"Hmmm lovely view." Agatha teased from her spot by the sink, as he scrubbed at his hair, tufts of it standing up before the heavy water plastered it back down to his scalp. Realising she had a little more time to play with, if she didn't head back to her apartment to change and just wore yesterdays clothes, Agatha decided to join him.

Slipping under the spray and running her hands over the dark hair that covered his chest.

"Well hello there." Dracula smiled down at a now very wet Agatha, amused as always by how she found his natural hairiness so endlessly fascinating. "Can I help you, young lady?"

"I don't know…" Agatha allowed her hand to trail down the thin line of hair from his chest, down over his stomach to his groin, her hand giving his cock more than a polite fondle. "Can you?"

Grunting as she worked him in the way she knew he liked, he had shown her how after all, Dracula felt himself quickly rise to the challenge.

Surprising Agatha as he reached down and physically pulled her up into his arms, before pinning her against the shower wall.

"I do hope that is not how you go about greeting everyone young lady, it could get a girl in trouble, some men might get the wrong idea." Dracula panted, breathing heavily through his nose as he felt her wet breasts rub against his own chest.

"Why don't you show me just what trouble it could get me into, teach me a lesson, so I know better next time?" Agatha retorted, bringing her legs up to wrap around him, her hands brushing back the wet hair from his face as she raked her fingernails against his scalp.

"You have been very naughty…I suppose it would be my civic duty to punish you…"

"Well I am a bad girl…" Agatha bit back her laughter by biting her bottom lip.

"Yes…" Dracula couldn't tear his gaze from that poor lip. "Yes, you are…very bad. I should put you over my knee and spank you."

"Maybe later." Agatha suggested as she ground her centre against him. "I think for now perhaps you should settle for giving me the cane, since you have one available."

"Fuck…fuck…" Dracula both loved and hated it when Agatha played these games with him. The problem was he never lasted, it was always a damn sprint to finish her before he lost control. "Fuck…"

"Yes, that was the idea."

"I am going to make you regret this." Dracula promised her, causing Agatha to shiver with excitement.

"You can try." She goaded him, freshly brushed fangs sparkling as she smiled, relishing the moment when his control snapped, and he rushed her.

Their kisses just as frantic as their love making, and Dracula was right she might regret it later. When she was forced into her umpteenth waltz when she was still sore, or forced to sit with perfect posture at the piano for hours, after her back had been repeated slammed into the marble shower wall, by a vampire in full mating frenzy. Then she might regret it, for at least half a second, but right here right now, Agatha Van Helsing regretted not a damn thing.

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