Chapter 5- I think I love you

Bailey is lying on her stomach on deacon's bed. He is lying next to her watching her. He smiles and gently runs his fingers down her cheek. He takes a face cloth and wipes her neck. She moves. He sits up. Bailey opens her eyes. Deacon is starring at her.

"What happened? And why am I here?"

She sits up. She gasps and grabs her neck. She takes her hand away and looks down. Her hand is covered in blood.

"What happened?"

"You were attacked. I brought you back here."

"By who?"

"I don't know exactly, but your lucky they didn't drain you completely" She runs her fingers through her hair.

Her hand gets caught on some blood that has already started to dry and settle into her hair.

"Uh, can I take a shower?"

"Sure." He helps her up and walks with her to the bathroom.

"Deacon?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you come in with me, just in case I pass out."

"Um.sure."

She tries taking off her shirt but she doesn't have enough strength.

"Can you help me?"

Deacon grabs her shirt and slowly lifts it over her head. He tries not to drool as her shirt is lifted over her chest.

"Don't worry, I'll keep my underwear on." She says to him. He smiles.

"That's fine."

"Can you…" she starts to unbutton her pants.

Deacon helps her. He reaches for the sides of her jeans, running his fingers along her sides. He pulls her pants down touching her legs ever so gently. Bailey gasps with pleasure. She grabs onto his sides and falls into his arms.

"It's ok."

"I'm sorry, I just lost my balance."

Deacon helps her into the shower. He turns on the water and climbs in with her.

"Aren't you going to at least take off our shirt?"

"Yeah." He takes off his shirt slowly and throws it on the bathroom floor. Bailey smiles.

"That's better."

Deacon picks up a bottle of shampoo

"Can I?"

Bailey nods her head. Deacon squirts some into his hands and rubs it through her hair. Bailey closes her eyes. He works the shampoo through every last part of her hair. Bailey smiles. Deacon tips her head back to wash away the shampoo. He lifts her head back up and puts some conditioner in it. He rinses that off too.

"Thank you." Bailey looks up at him and smiles. He smiles back.

"Your welcome." He moves her hair from her shoulder and tries to clean her neck. Bailey grabs his hand and kisses it.

"I don't think we should…"

bailey presses her finger up to his mouth.

"Shhh."

Deacon stops talking. He grabs her waist and pulls her towards him. He buries his face into her neck. One of his fangs brushes past her other wounds. She gasps.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's ok."

Deacon puts his head back down on her neck licking the fresh blood off of her shoulder. She tastes so good, he thinks to himself. I wish I could have all of her. As if bailey read his mind, his pants drop to the bottom of the tub. He looks up at bailey. She smiles at him. They start to kiss. Deacon pulls down her underwear. He picks her up. She is up against the wall. She reaches up to the showerhead and grabs onto it hoping it will stabilize her with every push of his hips. She grabs onto the back of his head. She groans loudly. Deacon grunts.

"Oh deacon!" she screams out in pleasure.

Deacon grabs her from the back and lays her on the shower floor. Bailey makes a face.

"Are you ok?" he asks.

"Turn me. Make me immortal."

"No. I want you alive." he kisses her neck. She looks up at him. He looks down at her. "I...I…I think I love you."

More to come (no pun intended!) please R&R!!!!!!