I Know Its Wrong, But I Just Can't Stop
Mouse finished feeding from James. She withdrew her tongue from his neck. She stood, arms outstretched, and roared in elation; savoring the taste of him.
"Arrghh! So Sweet and Delicious." she declared.
James was still on his knees. He looked up at Mouse. This young vampire had just drunk his blood. He should have been afraid. He should have been trying to escape, running away or something. Trying to kill her even, something besides just kneeling there and looking at her. She was so strong. He could feel her life-force radiating from her. Her fangs were still dripping with his blood. Her eyes flashed bright red with excitement. Her voice chilled his bones and yet it was not fear that he felt. Suddenly, he became very aware of an aching need in his loins. He quickly looked down at the floor in shame.
"You want her, don't you? She's only eighteen! You should be ashamed of yourself. What about Integra? You're supposed to be her fiancé." reminded his superego (good side).
"Hello! She just drank your blood! She's a vampire and older than you'll ever be. Didn't she say she was 402 years old? That's way past the age of consent. If anything she'd be the one going to jail, for delinquency of a minor; besides Integra doesn't want you." insisted his id (bad side).
"It doesn't LOOK that way. It looks like I'm forty and she's eighteen." reiterated his superego.
"What you plan on performing for an audience? Everyone thinks you came here for Integra. Come on, you know you want to. We need to." urged his id.
Mouse looked down at James. His head was down and his mind was racing. Mouse wondered what he was thinking about. Maybe he was upset about her drinking his blood. She looked into his mind and saw that he was arguing with himself, but about her. She smiled, she knew what he wanted. She inhaled the air around him. His desire was so strong, that it ignited the air around him. Suddenly, he spoke.
"Mouse, I …"
Mouse knelt before him, lifted his chin, and looked him in the eyes.
"I…want…"
"Can't make up your mind? Allow me to help you." she said.
Mouse stood up, grabbed him by his hair, and pulled him up to her. She said nothing to him as she claimed his lips. James could taste his blood, still on her lips. He could feel her tongue, seeking an audience with his. The kiss between them deepened as James' own desire took control of him.
As cold as Mouse's body usually was, she felt as if she was on fire. It had been over two hundred years since her tryst with Donner. Donner had been a priest from the Vatican's Section XIII. He had been sent to England to kill Mouse. But somehow, they had ended up in bed together. All that Mouse could remember was drinking, music, and a lot of shouting and arguing. And then waking up, completely naked, with an equally naked priest beside her. After that, she and Donner spent two weeks together before the Vatican demanded his return. From that day on, they had remained best friends until the day he died.
James fell back onto the couch into a seated position and Mouse straddled him. Their kiss ended and he stared into her star sapphire eyes.
"Ugh, yeah." he sighed. "That feels good."
"If that feels good, let me know how you feel tomorrow." grinned Mouse, giving him another kiss.