Jessie's POV

It's typical I come back to Morganville and already its carnage. Yet I feel one cannot come to complain of such horror when one is belatedly being made joyous of such an extent by the one, who had until recent years been believed to be beyond one's reach. I was Myrnin's girl long before he forced his head out of the books he craved so desperately. I left to gain some freedom, following Anderson as a help to Amelie, I paved a near normal life in which I could be as close to human as I could be; well as long as I came about some blood- Anderson was generous enough in that area; if it was crucial Pete would donate, never nothing beyond a pint or two, we were friends: I think he guessed what I am. But another reason, not too many know for my departure was that I couldn't bear to watch Myrnin's slow decline into madness, I too knew of this mystical disease, I was too close to Myrnin to not. Our relationship took a curve-ball as his investigation to find a cure became the imperative of his existence. Feverously each day, to night he would work himself to exhaustion, trying unsuccessfully to please his Amelie, his over-worked mind and body are what I blame most surely for his most dramatic decline into madness. When I left he was beginning to deteriorate, to something I didn't know- a shell of the man I was, most admittedly in love with.

After I'd been given the cure, Myrnin and Claire had created I will not deter from the truth but will admit that I was close to returning to Morganville in a vain attempt to rekindle whatever had been between myself and the Lord Myrnin of Conwy yet my position in protecting the research of Anderson made me rethink my choice in returning, alas did my freedom and the choices I had in which direction my life would take. I was free to be who I wanted, the age-less vampire was a darkened secret, as I show-cased the feisty nature that was inside.

Do I regret not coming back sooner? No I don't. I don't think I realised how much I loved my Lord until I saw him in such a withered state; he is a piece of my DNA, a piece of me that I for so long had repetitively told myself I didn't need. In a weird way I think Claire at the beginning was slightly jealous of the power I held unknowingly to Myrnin, possibly envious; for her the change was that she was no longer the very centre of his universe, a place I've come to understand she owned since she first met the crazed vampire scientist- yet now I can proclaim we are friends; she so similar to Myrnin finds it hard to leave a task, and can forever be found with her head stuck firmly in a book- I find it a creation of mystery as to how her and Mr Collins became a pairing both such opposites in nature.

Yet now I sit in a make-shift lab as Myrnin watches a piece of snow through a microscope. Yes, it's weird but apparently he's finding something useful, as without his eye leaving the eye piece, he's writing a random array of numbers on a chalk board; from the consolation I believe him to be working in a squared formation, working from the outside in: some numbers being much larger than others, many being minute in his spidery handwriting. I can see no more sense to it than such, yet for him this random selection is crucial. Watching him work so feverously makes me yearn to be closer to him, because although I am reluctant to admit how fearful I am of the ever creeping doom I cannot imagine living again without him.

I pull my hair roughly into a tight braid, wrapping a stray elastic around the end. I stand moving closer to Myrnin though not wanting to disrupt whatever it is that he is painstakingly working on; yet my need for touch is getting outrageously strong; I just want to feel safe and that I'm not alone. I place my arms around his neck, kissing him directly where his pulse would have been; I feel his shiver, as his breath comes out in a single gust.

'My sweet Lady Grey…' He breathes, turning in his stool to face me. Before he has a chance to talk, I place my lips against his harshly, letting my tongue invade his mouth; possessing him thoroughly as he reciprocates, his hands curling round my waist pulling me increasingly closer as his lips take control of the kiss, pushing me to a new extreme as I groan low in my throat.

'Jessie' He breathes, our lips almost touching.

'Don't question it.' I say. Knowing now that I don't just want to kiss, I want myself to come apart at the seams and know I am loved: it's all well saying wait till we are safe but maybe that day will never come- we have to make each second count.

'Okay.' His response catches me off guard as I expected an argument, but what surprises me more is his ferociousness as he grabs me, lifting me roughly on to a now empty lab table. His lips crush to mine as he slowly unbuttons my shirt, taking great care to run his fingertips over my breasts as I feel my body come alive, if I had been human my pulse would of pounding with need. I pull him closer to me feeling his excitement under my fingertips, I can no longer deal with the need that is pulling me under; as I unbutton his trousers; wanting to feel the current of his full possession ruin me; letting me feel beyond loved, letting my ache turn into pleasure- letting me feel the throws of passion we have once before shared- I for once want to be owned…

We lie still next to each other, if we had needed breath we would both be panting, trying to slow our heart rates. I feel content lying in Myrnin's arms, as if the world around me is frozen in this moment. I turn my head nuzzling into Myrnin's neck, kissing a spot just behind his ear as he hums in pleasure.

'You're a most fitting distraction Lady Grey.' He jokes, looking at the wreck of books and glass lying on the floor. I feel a laugh bubble in my throat.

'Lord Myrnin of Conwy I believe you enjoyed my distraction…' I playfully reply.

His laugh rumbles through his chest, making my own body yearn for him once more, as if reading my mind, he leans his face closer to mine, his finger stroking my leg gently, oh so slowly making its way up to my centre.

'Now that won't do...' he breathes, pushing two finger inside of me, making me moan loudly. . 'This time I plan to truly distract you and only you…' My moan catches in my throat, as he increases his pace; pushing my body to an even higher climax.

My body is on the edge, spiked with pleasure to the point of almost pain; my moans are echoing as Myrnin pushes my body to the extremes of pleasure.

'Myrnin!' I scream as my orgasm spikes… I pant for unneeded breath.

'Oh…oh shit.' I hear as a background noise to my mind-breaking orgasm.

'Claire…' Myrnin starts.

'It's fine…' I hear Shane laugh; as I look up I see him and Claire walking from the doorway, Shane holding the child tightly to his chest shielding her eyes; both of them seem to be on the brink of hysterical laughter.

'Now that's never good…' Myrnin murmurs. I look at Myrnin questioningly.

'They've just saw us naked! She's my assistant!' he says in total outrage; although I can see from the colouring in his cheeks its mostly embarrassment, I grasp his hand pulling him closer; pressing my lips firmly to his; making him moan deep in his throat as I make him forget all the reasons it's wrong to make love in a disorderly lab…where anyone can walk in the door.

This is home. This comfort. This is a forever; yet at the moment its forever that is measured in hours.