WARNING: Sex! You don't like it, don't read it! Enjoy!!!
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Dallas woke to the faint sound of music. She looked around the room as if she was searching for Deacon. She started to get up and go see what was going on but decided that it was probably a vampire party and stayed in the room. She walked over to the bed, sat down, and lit a cigarette. She started thinking about Blade and what he was like. What he like their father? How did he feel about their father pretending that he didn't exist? Was he angry at her for having their father to herself until the day he died? Did he even care what happened to her? Then she started thinking about what happened with Leon and Antonio. Were they working for Deacon now or were they hostages like her? She started to wonder why she had gotten so emotional. She's never gotten that emotional over anything since the death of her parents. Maybe it was the thought of never being able to see them again. She didn't know what would happen to her. She had already been attacked by Quinn once and there was no guarantee saying that he wouldn't do it again. Then her thoughts shifted to Deacon. She started to smile as she thought of his smile, his body, his lips against hers. She wanted him more than anything but she knew that if she were to be with him, her brother would get very upset. After all, he is a vampire hunter and Deacon is vampire. He's the vampire that bit his mother and made him what he is. As she was thinking, she didn't notice Deacon walk in the room.
"Dallas?" He said.
She snapped out her deep thought and looked up at him. "Deacon, hi." She said and finished her cigarette.
"Did the party wake you up?"
"No. I woke myself up."
He walked over and sat on the bed. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Why?"
"Well, after what happened earlier, I just thought I'd ask."
"I'm fine." She looked deep into his then leaned in and kissed him.
As they were kissing, he ran his fingers down her chest then started unbuttoning her shirt. He leaned forward, causing her to lie down on the bed. He started kissing her neck and her chest. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it down off his shoulders. He pulled it the rest of the way off and started kissing her again. She reached down and unbuttoned his belt and his pants. He pulled them off and kissed her chest. He let out a low growl as he reached around and unhooked her bra. He pulled it off and tossed it aside. He reached down and unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off. He slid in and started moving up and down, harder and harder as their breathing got heavier and heavier. She dug her nails into his back as they climaxed. When they finished, he smiled at her and started kissing her again.
"Deacon," A voice came over the intercom, "you need to get out here now. We have a situation."
He got up and pulled on his clothes. He kissed Dallas one more time before leaving the room. "What is it now, Quinn?" He asked.
"It's Blade's little bitch."
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When Deacon walked back into the room, Dallas had gotten dressed and was sitting on the bed. He sat down in the chair and stared at her, obviously pissed off. She looked at him for a minute then opened her mouth to speak. Before she could say anything, he was standing in front of her with his hand around her throat, his face so close to hers their noses were almost touching. "Don't. Don't say a word. Your brother..." He looked at her and she raised an eyebrow. "He thinks he's so funny. She sent his little bitch to shoot up one of my clubs. I told him to stay away if he didn't want me to kill you. He just doesn't listen."
"So then why haven't you killed me yet?"
"I would if I wasn't so fucking in love with you." He blurted out without realizing what he was saying. When he realized what he said, he let go of her throat and walked back out into the living room where the party was still going.
She laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. She couldn't believe what she just heard. Did he really just say that? She asked herself. She stared at the ceiling for hours, listening to the faint sound of techno music in the background and contemplating what Deacon had said to her.
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When the party was over, Deacon came back into the room. She lifted her head from the pillow and looked at him then rolled over and curled up in the fetal position. He walked over and laid down beside her and wrapped his arm around her but she pushed him away.
"Dallas, I-" Deacon started.
"Did you mean it?" She interrupted.
"Mean what?"
"What you said. You would kill me if you weren't so in love with me. Did you mean it? Do you really love me?" She rolled over and looked into his eyes.
"Yes." He said and kissed her on her forehead. "I love you." He gently kissed her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
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Dallas woke to the faint sound of music. She looked around the room as if she was searching for Deacon. She started to get up and go see what was going on but decided that it was probably a vampire party and stayed in the room. She walked over to the bed, sat down, and lit a cigarette. She started thinking about Blade and what he was like. What he like their father? How did he feel about their father pretending that he didn't exist? Was he angry at her for having their father to herself until the day he died? Did he even care what happened to her? Then she started thinking about what happened with Leon and Antonio. Were they working for Deacon now or were they hostages like her? She started to wonder why she had gotten so emotional. She's never gotten that emotional over anything since the death of her parents. Maybe it was the thought of never being able to see them again. She didn't know what would happen to her. She had already been attacked by Quinn once and there was no guarantee saying that he wouldn't do it again. Then her thoughts shifted to Deacon. She started to smile as she thought of his smile, his body, his lips against hers. She wanted him more than anything but she knew that if she were to be with him, her brother would get very upset. After all, he is a vampire hunter and Deacon is vampire. He's the vampire that bit his mother and made him what he is. As she was thinking, she didn't notice Deacon walk in the room.
"Dallas?" He said.
She snapped out her deep thought and looked up at him. "Deacon, hi." She said and finished her cigarette.
"Did the party wake you up?"
"No. I woke myself up."
He walked over and sat on the bed. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Why?"
"Well, after what happened earlier, I just thought I'd ask."
"I'm fine." She looked deep into his then leaned in and kissed him.
As they were kissing, he ran his fingers down her chest then started unbuttoning her shirt. He leaned forward, causing her to lie down on the bed. He started kissing her neck and her chest. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it down off his shoulders. He pulled it the rest of the way off and started kissing her again. She reached down and unbuttoned his belt and his pants. He pulled them off and kissed her chest. He let out a low growl as he reached around and unhooked her bra. He pulled it off and tossed it aside. He reached down and unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off. He slid in and started moving up and down, harder and harder as their breathing got heavier and heavier. She dug her nails into his back as they climaxed. When they finished, he smiled at her and started kissing her again.
"Deacon," A voice came over the intercom, "you need to get out here now. We have a situation."
He got up and pulled on his clothes. He kissed Dallas one more time before leaving the room. "What is it now, Quinn?" He asked.
"It's Blade's little bitch."
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When Deacon walked back into the room, Dallas had gotten dressed and was sitting on the bed. He sat down in the chair and stared at her, obviously pissed off. She looked at him for a minute then opened her mouth to speak. Before she could say anything, he was standing in front of her with his hand around her throat, his face so close to hers their noses were almost touching. "Don't. Don't say a word. Your brother..." He looked at her and she raised an eyebrow. "He thinks he's so funny. She sent his little bitch to shoot up one of my clubs. I told him to stay away if he didn't want me to kill you. He just doesn't listen."
"So then why haven't you killed me yet?"
"I would if I wasn't so fucking in love with you." He blurted out without realizing what he was saying. When he realized what he said, he let go of her throat and walked back out into the living room where the party was still going.
She laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. She couldn't believe what she just heard. Did he really just say that? She asked herself. She stared at the ceiling for hours, listening to the faint sound of techno music in the background and contemplating what Deacon had said to her.
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When the party was over, Deacon came back into the room. She lifted her head from the pillow and looked at him then rolled over and curled up in the fetal position. He walked over and laid down beside her and wrapped his arm around her but she pushed him away.
"Dallas, I-" Deacon started.
"Did you mean it?" She interrupted.
"Mean what?"
"What you said. You would kill me if you weren't so in love with me. Did you mean it? Do you really love me?" She rolled over and looked into his eyes.
"Yes." He said and kissed her on her forehead. "I love you." He gently kissed her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.