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A/N: Sorry this took so long. I have three other stories I'm trying to work on. If anyone has an idea of what should happen, let me know. I love working peoples ideas into stories. Read, enjoy and review!
We spent the entire day training, making up for the time we lost yesterday. Once we had finished training it was time for dinner. And just my luck, I was the cook today. Of course that may have something to do with the fact that Tyson can't cook and the extent of Max's culinary skills is grilled cheese sandwiches.
I start slicing the chicken into chunks, listening to Max and Tyson argue in the living room about what to watch. Kenny is also in the living room working on upgrading Draciel. I don't know where you've gotten off to. I let my mind drift, thinking back on the day. Oddly enough, you and Tyson didn't get in too many fights. Which at least in my book is a miracle.
A sharp pain blossoms in my finger and I look down to find blood staining my finger. "Shit. Max, would you come here?" Max enters the kitchen, looking surprised. I usually don't let anyone in the kitchen when I'm cooking. They only get in my way. I get him going. Luckily the dinner is so simple even Tyson would be able to make it without screwing it up.
Luckily the bathroom is deserted. I run cold water over my finger, hissing as the cold water stings the open flesh. The cut isn't too deep, just sliced skin and a nicked vessel or two. The door opens behind me, and you slip in, locking the door. You push me down on to the toilet and kneel in front of me. You dip a cotton swab in hydrogen peroxide, lightly dabbing the soaked cotton against my cut. I hiss in pain again and you give me a reproachful look. Carefully you wrap a bandage around the cut, gently smoothing the sticky tabs down. Warm hands rest on my legs and you look at me, a slight smile tugging on one corner of your mouth. "Try to be a little more careful in the future." You rise to your feet, leaving me alone.
*****
Tyson has designated it movie night. Of course no one but Tyson had any choice in the movie. So, once again we're stuck watching a scary movie. Why he continuously chooses them is beyond me. Movie nights almost always end with Max and Tyson up because of nightmares. Tyson and Max are sprawled on the living room floor, sharing a pillow. Kenny is in the armchair eyes riveted on the TV. You've disappeared again, big surprise.
About halfway through the movie, which is one of those really bad eighties movies I get to my feet, announcing that I'm going to bed. Tyson stops the movie and sits up grinning. "What's wrong Rei? Scared?" I smile, flashing my fangs. "No. I'm just tired. Don't let the bogeyman get you!" I swear that Kenny let out a faint whimper at that. I make my way upstairs, not bothering to stifle my yawn. I gather my bed stuff together and head to the bathroom, the need for a shower almost overwhelming. Well, next to the thought of you.
*****
I give up trying to dry my hair and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I can barely hear the TV, meaning that Tyson, Max and Kenny are still scaring them selves shitless. I find the faint sounds soothing and slowly I fall into sleep.
For some reason, something pulls me to wakefulness. I blink owlishly, trying to clear my eyes. I feel warmth next to me and I roll over to find you next to me, head propped up on one hand. Your eyes are half-closed, and your mouth is turned up in a half-smile. You're dressed in black sweatpants and a sleeveless black shirt, much like the one you wear during the day. I the last thing I notice is the fact that your triangles are gone! I reach out one hand, fingers barely grazing the pale skin. "They're gone!" Your smile widens, eyes glowing with humor.
"Of course. Did you think they were tattoos?" I nod slightly. "The thought had crossed my mind." I look around, forgetting where I had put my clock. "What time is it?" You wrap one arm around my waist, pulling me over to you. "Late" is your only answer. I roll over and move closer to you, back pressed against your chest. Warm breath ruffles my hair and your right hand starts roaming, eliciting shivers of pleasure. You place a kiss below my ear, smirking.
I move back further, leaving no space between our bodies. I'm so close that I can feel the heat radiating off of you and, well something hard. I wriggled slightly and you let out a small moan before tightening your grip. "Go to sleep Rei." I smirked and wriggled again, wringing another moan out of you. You flip me to my back, pinning me to the bed. You are balanced on your forearms above me, lower bodies touching. Your eyes burn with lust. You lean down, lips lightly touching mine. "I told you to go to sleep."
I smile, showing fang. "I know." I lean up lightly flicking my tongue against your lips. You just glare at me before moving down to my neck. You leave light, teasing kisses along my neck, not staying in one place more then a few seconds. You lick at the vein on my neck, before biting down on it gently, causing me to whimper. "How.the hell do.. you expect me.. to explain that?" I question, barely able to string a coherent sentence together. You pull back, smiling. "I don't." You brush your lips over mine once before rolling off of me. You pull me against your side, eyes closed. "Go to sleep."
I close my eyes, feeling frustrated. You do know you're far too sexy for your own good right? I curl up more, one hand lying on your stomach. I let out a sigh, knowing that tomorrow I'll be left with a cold bastard once more.
A/N: Sorry this took so long. I have three other stories I'm trying to work on. If anyone has an idea of what should happen, let me know. I love working peoples ideas into stories. Read, enjoy and review!
We spent the entire day training, making up for the time we lost yesterday. Once we had finished training it was time for dinner. And just my luck, I was the cook today. Of course that may have something to do with the fact that Tyson can't cook and the extent of Max's culinary skills is grilled cheese sandwiches.
I start slicing the chicken into chunks, listening to Max and Tyson argue in the living room about what to watch. Kenny is also in the living room working on upgrading Draciel. I don't know where you've gotten off to. I let my mind drift, thinking back on the day. Oddly enough, you and Tyson didn't get in too many fights. Which at least in my book is a miracle.
A sharp pain blossoms in my finger and I look down to find blood staining my finger. "Shit. Max, would you come here?" Max enters the kitchen, looking surprised. I usually don't let anyone in the kitchen when I'm cooking. They only get in my way. I get him going. Luckily the dinner is so simple even Tyson would be able to make it without screwing it up.
Luckily the bathroom is deserted. I run cold water over my finger, hissing as the cold water stings the open flesh. The cut isn't too deep, just sliced skin and a nicked vessel or two. The door opens behind me, and you slip in, locking the door. You push me down on to the toilet and kneel in front of me. You dip a cotton swab in hydrogen peroxide, lightly dabbing the soaked cotton against my cut. I hiss in pain again and you give me a reproachful look. Carefully you wrap a bandage around the cut, gently smoothing the sticky tabs down. Warm hands rest on my legs and you look at me, a slight smile tugging on one corner of your mouth. "Try to be a little more careful in the future." You rise to your feet, leaving me alone.
*****
Tyson has designated it movie night. Of course no one but Tyson had any choice in the movie. So, once again we're stuck watching a scary movie. Why he continuously chooses them is beyond me. Movie nights almost always end with Max and Tyson up because of nightmares. Tyson and Max are sprawled on the living room floor, sharing a pillow. Kenny is in the armchair eyes riveted on the TV. You've disappeared again, big surprise.
About halfway through the movie, which is one of those really bad eighties movies I get to my feet, announcing that I'm going to bed. Tyson stops the movie and sits up grinning. "What's wrong Rei? Scared?" I smile, flashing my fangs. "No. I'm just tired. Don't let the bogeyman get you!" I swear that Kenny let out a faint whimper at that. I make my way upstairs, not bothering to stifle my yawn. I gather my bed stuff together and head to the bathroom, the need for a shower almost overwhelming. Well, next to the thought of you.
*****
I give up trying to dry my hair and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I can barely hear the TV, meaning that Tyson, Max and Kenny are still scaring them selves shitless. I find the faint sounds soothing and slowly I fall into sleep.
For some reason, something pulls me to wakefulness. I blink owlishly, trying to clear my eyes. I feel warmth next to me and I roll over to find you next to me, head propped up on one hand. Your eyes are half-closed, and your mouth is turned up in a half-smile. You're dressed in black sweatpants and a sleeveless black shirt, much like the one you wear during the day. I the last thing I notice is the fact that your triangles are gone! I reach out one hand, fingers barely grazing the pale skin. "They're gone!" Your smile widens, eyes glowing with humor.
"Of course. Did you think they were tattoos?" I nod slightly. "The thought had crossed my mind." I look around, forgetting where I had put my clock. "What time is it?" You wrap one arm around my waist, pulling me over to you. "Late" is your only answer. I roll over and move closer to you, back pressed against your chest. Warm breath ruffles my hair and your right hand starts roaming, eliciting shivers of pleasure. You place a kiss below my ear, smirking.
I move back further, leaving no space between our bodies. I'm so close that I can feel the heat radiating off of you and, well something hard. I wriggled slightly and you let out a small moan before tightening your grip. "Go to sleep Rei." I smirked and wriggled again, wringing another moan out of you. You flip me to my back, pinning me to the bed. You are balanced on your forearms above me, lower bodies touching. Your eyes burn with lust. You lean down, lips lightly touching mine. "I told you to go to sleep."
I smile, showing fang. "I know." I lean up lightly flicking my tongue against your lips. You just glare at me before moving down to my neck. You leave light, teasing kisses along my neck, not staying in one place more then a few seconds. You lick at the vein on my neck, before biting down on it gently, causing me to whimper. "How.the hell do.. you expect me.. to explain that?" I question, barely able to string a coherent sentence together. You pull back, smiling. "I don't." You brush your lips over mine once before rolling off of me. You pull me against your side, eyes closed. "Go to sleep."
I close my eyes, feeling frustrated. You do know you're far too sexy for your own good right? I curl up more, one hand lying on your stomach. I let out a sigh, knowing that tomorrow I'll be left with a cold bastard once more.