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Don't You Wanna Stay?

A/N: Another chapter on the short side, sorry. I'm just having problems with the flow of the story right now.

Chapter Fourteen

After an afternoon spent with their respective mates, Godric and Eric relaxed in the den waiting for their women to finish dressing. The plan was for the two pairs to enjoy a pleasant meal – for the ladies – at one of the supe-friendly restaurants in Shreveport before making an appearance at Fangtasia. If it was up to them they would happily skip the appearance but Pam threatened Eric that she would:

"Take your motherfucking AmEx for a stroll through Milan if you don't get your antique ass back to your motherfucking bar and enthrall the motherfucking vermin before I eat the next fangbanger who pisses me the fuck off."

Prompting the Viking to rearrange his planned evening of Faerie-wooing…also prompting him to sabotage his own Maker's plans of spending the night balls-deep in his seraph. It was an easy enough coup for the former warrior-king to carry off, just a casual mention of how Pam's been forced to oversee the bar the entire time he was in Dallas and poof! Instant female ire on her behalf leading to their insistence on making an appearance.

For once his centuries of dealing with the fairer sex has actually come in handy while dealing with a pair of females that stubbornly insist on behaving in ways beyond his previous understanding of their species.

And yes, Eric considers all females, no matter their actual species, to be a species of their own.

A wonderful, contrary, beautiful, infuriating species.

The sound of heels on hardwood brought both ancient vampires' heads around as they smoothly stood and rushed with all speed to the base of the elegantly curving stairwell leading to the upper floors of Eric's mansion.

Seren descended first with all the otherworldly grace her kind is capable of, nearly floating down the stairs ahead of her charge. Dressed in an elegantly draping silk dress in an iridescent black that nearly matched her eyes before screaming to a stop above mid-thigh that she paired with sky-high black stilettos, smoky make-up, blood-red lips, and tousled locks, she looked like sex incarnate and she flaunted it, enjoying the sound of her mate's fangs lowering with a click as she tossed him a saucy smile as she took his proffered hand coming to stand at his side. Her wings were out in full view and her sunglasses were left on the dressing table, tonight being her first public appearance as a seraph and Godric's – in matching black leather pants and a silk red Fangtasia t-shirt – first outing as her mate.

Eric was wearing his usual Fangtasia wear in tight black jeans with a black tank and leather jacket which contrasted nicely with his pretty Fae he found out as she followed her guardian down the steps.

She was decked out in what she dubbed "full Seren-style." The seraph having picked out a simple – but clingy – silver colored silk sheath dress that came modestly to just above the knee and barely dipped below her collarbone while draping in the back to the curve of her waist. Matching silver mid-heel sandals and simple silver eyeshadow with pink lips finished the look along with her lovely curled hair. She was the class to Seren's sex, a contrast that the assassin planned with a precision Stalin would've envied.

Together with their vampiric males, the two women would turn every head – and let everyone know just who the fabulous pieces of powerful vampire belonged to.

Eyes trailing up and down their females, Maker and Childe shared a pained look.

"We could stay in," Godric whispered temptingly into Seren's ear, blowing softly on the sensitive curve. "No one would miss us."

Eric tried a more direct approach, caging Sookie with his arms and pulling her tight against his massive frame.

"How long are you going to torture me, min fe? (My Fairy.)" He growled into her neck, nipping it lightly as she gasped and blushed.

Biting her lip she pushed against his chest resolutely, staring up into his finely-carved face with laden eyes.

"At least," she glanced at the clock on the wall. "Six more hours." She decided with a flirtatious smirk.

"Six hours?" Eric arched a brow giving her silk-draped body a lascivious glance before pulling her back into his arms and pressing her soft curves into his iron-hard cock. "I can make it…if you can." He purred as she squirmed in his arms, her body growing damp with heated desire.

Maker and guardian watched them in blatant amusement, Seren resting with her back against her mate's chest as he held her firm in his strong arms.

"I don't know." She mused loudly to Godric. "They might make it but the crowd at Fangtasia might all implode from the residual sex-vibes floating in the air from those two." She grinned at the dirty looks shot her way by the duo. "What do you think, my love?"

Godric rested his chin on her head and gave his Childe a grin, plainly enjoying this chance for some minor payback over the Viking's dragging him and his mate out of the house for the night.

"I think you might be right, my little light." He smiled down at her wickedly. "Or maybe from the aura of sexual frustration they're broadcasting."

"Fuck the both of you." Eric growled as Sookie hid her blushing face in her hands, batting off any attempt that Eric made to touch her now that she's reminded of their audience.

"Aww…" Seren drawled as she followed Godric out to the car she'd had shipped overnight to Shreveport and picked up by Eric's day man. Her vampire was nearly vibrating with happiness over her letting him drive her baby. "Did someone hit a sore spot?"

"I'll show you a sore spot." Sookie muttered as Eric lead her towards his screaming-red Corvette, the vampire looking ridiculously pleased over her bad-tempered reply to her friend.

As Godric revved the engine on the Camaro he looked over at his progeny with a grin, pure devilment dancing in his eyes as Sookie visibly started shaking her head from her seat next to Eric while Seren just rolled her eyes.

Boys will be boys. She thought with a laugh as two of the oldest and best-respected vampires in North America tore out of Eric's drive and out towards the highway, racing each other all the way.

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