Chapter 6 "Your father?" David asked, staring at Maria.
"Yes. My father's name was Stavros Constatine. He was Greek. He had a bottle that looked just like yours. I always thought it was beautiful, he always said it was the ugliest thing he'd ever seen." Maria said, sadly. "Peyton please buy the lamp."
Peyton took the money from her friend and handed it to Anastacia. They threesome took the lamp and quietly left the market. When arriving back at Maria's house Peyton tried numerous times to 'activate' the lamp, it never worked.
"I'm going to go home. It's getting late." Peyton said, yawning. "I'll come back tomorrow."
Maria sat on the couch and watched Peyton leave, turning to David.
"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep." Maria said, standing. "You can come watch television if you want."
Maria walked up the stairs and fell asleep the instant she felt David's strong arms wrap around her.
A few hours later Maria heard the loud noises boom through the room and shot up from the bed. She heard the rain pounding against the house, the boom of the thunder, the bright flashing of lightning. She turned to the clock. 1:14. She ran her hand through her long hair, grabbing a ponytail holder and pulling it back. The television was still on so David must have fallen asleep. David?
She turned in the bed to find David gone. She climbed out of bed and walked to the stairs, she was halfway down when the lights went out.
"David?" Maria said, trying to sound calm. "David? David!"
By then she was screaming and sitting on the step. She was afraid of the dark, she couldn't handle this. She tried to breathe but she could see herself locked in the small, dark room at eight. When she felt a hand touch her she screamed and tried to kick whoever touched her.
"Maria it's me." She heard David say, feeling his arms wrap around her and carry her across the room. She felt herself dropped on the couch and a warm body lay down behind her, wrapping his arms around her. "You okay?"
"I'm afraid of the dark." Maria said. "And I don't like storms."
"It doesn't bother me. It used rain all the time in Greece." David said. "But I hate the dark too."
"I'll protect you." Maria said, smiling despite herself.
"In the lamp it used to be dark. When the lights where I am are off, the lamp is dark. When their are lights on nearby the light seeps in. It's kind of like the surroundings of the outside of the lamp are mine too." David said. "Except I can't talk, touch, be touched."
While saying this David let his hand rest on Maria's hip, stroking it lightly through the fabric of her light shorts. Maria found herself letting her head drop back against his shoulder and closing her eyes.
"Tell me about the last 2,000 years." Maria said, quietly.
"What do you want to know?" David asked. "I have had about 50 mistresses. I had to do what they all said. And I pleased them all, that was my job, until they got tired of me."
"How could anyone get tired of you?" Maria asked. "Were they all like me?"
"None were like you." David said, Maria could feel him smile against the side of her face. "You are the first one that has even let me out of the bedroom, let alone out of her house. The only one to dress me. And the only one to even both giving me her name, unless it was so I could say it during sex."
"They never talked to you?" Maria asked.
"Only to tell me what they wanted." David said. "My job is to bring pleasure and that is what I do."
Maria sighed when she felt his hand move from her hip, up under her baggy tee shirt to cup one of her breasts. She moaned when she felt him pinch her nipple between two fingers and roll it. Her hips wiggled, her butt pressing against his erection. Maria tried to control it, make herself stop wiggling but it was as if her body had a mind of it's own. She felt his other hand run down under her shorts and underwear, feeling his finger rub lightly over her nub. She opened her mouth and moaned, turning to lay on her back next to him. She moved her head so her face was buried in his shirt. And she found herself pressing her mouth hard against his shirt clad chest when he buried one finger into her hot opening to keep from moaning.
"Don't do that." He whispered. "I want you to tell me how you feel. I want to hear you moan for me. I want to hear your release."
Maria raised her head slightly and found her lips locked with his. His tongue traced her lips lightly and Maria couldn't hold herself from opening her mouth. She let her tongue flick out touching his lightly. Then she stuck it in his mouth, tasting his tongue, the roof of his mouth. He tasted like nothing she'd ever tasted before. This was something she'd never felt before. She moved her hips against David's hand, quickening the pace and breaking the kiss to grab his shirt in one hand and the couch pillow in the other.
"That's it baby." David said, feeling her tighten around his finger.
Maria saw the white lights behind her lids and couldn't hold back any more.
"David!" She screamed as she finally felt her orgasm take over her body.
Maria felt David's hand leave her and she whimpered at first until she felt David wrap his arms around her and pull her to his body, as close as she could get. Maria listened to his heart beat, strong and steady. She let that heartbeat put her to sleep. When she awoke a little while later, David had carried them to her room. She looked out the window and it was still pretty dark so she closed her eyes, rolled over and clung to David's sleeping form next to her. She wished she could stay like this forever, but she knew it wasn't possible, or was it?