Rapture has two known meanings, according to Merriam-Webster:

1: An overwhelming feeling of passion, emotion, and/or ecstasy

2: The final assumption of Christians into heaven during the end-time, according to Christian theology (but we all know Herbert West is a true scientist who never believes in an afterlife)

This chapter not only has Meg in mourning, and Herbert dropping his research while under investigation, but things heat up between them. ;) In comes what everyone's been waiting for, which adds to the M-rating: SEXUAL CONTENT.

Chapter Six

Halloween Intoxication

Herbert had thought that Meg would crumble under interrogation pressure and admit everything to them, but he was thoroughly pleased that she held herself together and went along with the story that was only half true:

Someone neither of them knew had broken into the Halsey home and taken Meg away unconscious, to the morgue, and it was also given away that Dr. Hill had been the one to organize it all – and Meg had finally found it in her to give them the file that had been found in the office, having it run for prints on the contents inside and found them to be Hill's. There were also minor traces of Dan's, only minor, and they were recent – all of which was true. Hers and Herbert's were briefly on the outside of the folder since it'd been in their possession since last night. However, Meg had left out the detail that she and Dan were in the office together to see her father, lobotomized by Hill.

Herbert had told them his part of the story, in which he and Carl Hill had "professional differences" and nothing along the personal sort, and that he and Dan had gone to rescue Meg themselves, in which they were all attacked by what everyone was calling "the naked mania", Herbert getting himself left behind and fending for himself – pointing out the massive bruise that still lingered on his face – before managing to get away intact.

And then finally it came to Dan, given he'd been found on the floor in the hospital room, throat slashed open. Meg's claim was that she'd left Dan's corpse alone because she wanted to get away from this place, couldn't handle any more trouble, any questioning that night. No one had seen her leave, but because the place was in a panic, it would be difficult to pay attention elsewhere. No one else had been found at the scene except the ravaged body of Daniel Cain, but no one pointed fingers at her either, concluding that someone else had gone in and taken advantage of her dead boyfriend and vanished before anyone else noticed. No murder weapon had been found either. The police – namely Detective Wells – understood that she had been in shock for running away before they could speak to her.

Both he and Meg knew that investigation would go on for some time longer before it would officially be closed. He was slightly relieved and elated that he was free to remain in school and continue his research, but the trouble was that he had no access to the morgue. He needed to find a way to gain access to the freshest human body he could find…even if it meant digging up one in the cemetery. Obituaries were a start, but he doubted Meg would be too happy about this. No surprise if she isn't.

It had only been three days since the "Miskatonic Massacre", as the press dubbed it now. Herbert had decided he couldn't handle the house he once shared with Dan anymore since he barely afforded it alone; Dan's reason for putting that ad out had been the same. He asked Megan if he could join her in hers; she was his last hope, and he knew that a big house like she'd been born in harbored what he was looking for: a basement lab space where he could perform his practices. He didn't even have it in him to check into a motel, and he would be surrounded by people who would for sure hear the unearthly yowls and growls of the dogs and cats he would pick up off the street and report complaints. He would have been kicked out in a matter of time.

Megan had fared not much better since he decided to move in with her, taking his things into one of the spare guest rooms of her father's house, now hers. He wasn't a psychologist, not much of an expert on human behavior, but he knew the reason she allowed him to live in her house was because she'd lost everyone she loved, and desperately hungered for human company. She's dependent on human contact as I'm dependent on help with my research. Oh, yes, I can see this working out quite nicely.

He had gone with her to the funerals of Dr. Alan Halsey and Daniel Cain – both of them on the same day, at Meg's request – and with the grieving daughter and girlfriend herself. It was October thirteenth, near noonday, and the weather had been cloudy and threatening rain, so the services were held indoors at the Christchurch church house. Herbert felt out of place just by being here, reasons that he had never fit among any crowd in his life, and Halsey had not stopped to view the matter of his discovery reasoningly and closely as anticipated. And Cain had been his only companion in such a short amount of time, but he'd developed an almost brotherly bond right off the bat. The ceremony was also attended by the students and faculty of Miskatonic University. A large, impressive standing wreath of lovely flowers in shades of white, pale pink, and cream was brought in by them as an expression of solace and sweetness over the losses of the dean and one of the best and brightest hopes for the future. A perfect expression of eternal peace.

He couldn't help but look at Megan from the side as she sat in the front row of the room the whole time, looking at the two coffins with the pure face of grief and sorrow: one was covered with a dramatic array of flowers in brilliant red and tranquil white – her father's – and the other the expression of love and devotion with stunning red roses, none other than for Daniel Cain, the love of her life. Meg wore a simple black dress with a flutter of leopard print showing on one side, hugging her in the right places. He held himself together, trying his hardest not to take in the sight of the enchanting woman next to him, and yet found it too difficult. Her very presence beside him made it more than he could bear, as was the smell of her that threatened to bring out any hidden primal desires – sparkling greens, exotic flowers, and sensual sandalwood. Why was this woman doing this to him?

Because you really find her interesting, his inner self teased, which he sneered in return.

The funeral passed by, with both men having wound up as handfuls of ashes in two separate but very rich urns, their organs having been removed for donations. Dan had not been close to his parents growing up, so no one came to the funeral to claim his ashes, now in a vase with soft golden handles, depicting Japanese scenery of serenity and cranes. Halsey, however, got a much more grand treatment in an urn of extravagance, gold surfaced with various florals of all colors. No irony in that.

"Thanks for being there with me," Meg told him once they were in her car – a dark blue Sedan – on the way back to her house. Her tone was flat with a small amount of gratitude she expressed, keeping her eyes on the road the whole time. "I got no other relatives, and I don't feel right being on my own with everyone looking at me as the grieving daughter of the dean and girlfriend of Dan Cain."

"I couldn't agree more," Herbert stated, though he was unsure of how to console her. "What would you like to do now?"

She sighed and loosened her grip lightly on the wheel. "Nothing more than to go home, that's what. I want pasta if you're interested," she offered, turning her attention to him. This was the first time she was actually starting to talk nice to him in days. She had been getting him accustomed to a "normal" routine which included her cooking for him and asking him how his day was, since getting back to the hospital yesterday. It hadn't been that long, and she was doing this as a small, weak attempt to try and get life back to normal. Which wouldn't be easy for her.

Herbert had never received this form of treatment, not from a woman, at least. Not since his mother died. And his own cooking skills were limited. He managed a small smile at her. "Nothing would please me more."

They were at the house in no time; the broken-down left side of the front door – from his viewpoint – was replaced this morning while they were at the funeral service. She bustled around the house for the remainder of the evening, changing with lightning speed from her black dress into something softer and casual – an indigo pullover that showed off her soft hair so well, and khakis that hugged her thighs and backside just fine – and busied herself at the stove, leaving Herbert to make himself useful with the salad. The smell of red sauce in the air made him feel less nauseous and more hungry, and he welcomed it instead of rejecting it.

"What did you use to feed yourself before I?" Meg questioned as she set the dishes on the finely carved mahogany table set for a total of six. Herbert sighed; he'd seen this coming a mile away.

"What does it matter to you about my health?"

"It's not healthy to malnourish yourself," she answered. "So what have you kept yourself on?"

"You told me that once before. In answer to your question, I survive on sandwiches and black coffee. There you go."

The look she gave him clearly said that he needed someone to keep him in line with nutrition. They ate dinner in silence, and he offered to do the dishes for her as he noticed how…clearly wiped out she was. With that settled that neither of them could handle themselves without each other, it seemed they were equal now, no turning back. Herbert West had been alone most of his life, only becoming fully alone when Dr. Gruber died, and Meg Halsey lost two men she loved in one day, and there was only one left for her.

It seemed that their fates were linked together.

~o~

They were back to school and work, but Megan did not feel any different than at the funeral. She walked through life every day smiling and nodding to people, accepting their apologies for both her losses and telling her they were there for her whenever she needed anyone to talk to. She tried to live a life besides Herbert West but found it harder than intended.

Her friends noticed how she'd been closer to the strange man than before. They knew he'd roomed with Dan, and were among those to call him as she'd started it, "odd and creepy". "Seriously, Megan," one of her African American friends, Simone Simmons, complained one day after their morning class. Today was the thirtieth of October, the day before Halloween, one of her favorite holidays where she would go out with her friends and party all night, wear a costume, and pretend to be something other than herself. "You actually had him move in with you. That's really scary, and your boyfriend –"

"My boyfriend died, I know that," she snapped, before catching herself and quickly apologizing. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, honey, we understand," assured Rosemary Harmon, who was blonde like her, though longer-haired and green-eyed. "You're going through a rough time, but we're here for you." Meg sighed and nodded. If only they knew the real reason behind that night. I've known them a long time, but there's no way they could possibly understand what I'm enduring. "Tomorrow is Halloween, so maybe it'll take your mind off things for now?"

Halloween had always been her and Dan's holiday, too, where they would sneak off on their own and have their privacy but always made it back in time before her father found out...and now it would be her being alone. Meg felt like she wanted to cry. Rosemary noticed this and reached to pat her shoulder. "Awww, don't cry. Maybe you can ask that housemate of yours as your date tomorrow night?" she offered, getting a disgusted look from Simone as well as the other three girls. Rosemary, however, was the more down-to-earth and saw through the hardness and simple minds of others, but she did not see who Herbert West really was.

And Meg herself doubted West would say yes to a Halloween party, as much as she was tempted to get him out of the house for one night. And half of her was also tempted to dance the night away so she wouldn't have to sleep. At night she dreamed of Dan mostly now, and she would always wake up crying and getting Herbert in the room with her. His ears were like a cat's, able to detect from far away. They had gotten closer over the last couple of weeks, and people besides her friends were noticing this. She had always been super-sensitive about how people felt about her, but there were also times she could actually handle it. Rare occasions, those were.

"Hello? Earth to Megan?" Lisa, another of the girls, snapped her fingers in front of her face, snapping her back to reality.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I was just thinking."

"About?" Simone raised an eyebrow. Meg shrugged.

"I don't think Mr. West would be the type for a party. You know how those...typical, average geniuses are with these things." She nearly stumbled over Dan's words of choice as well as getting them out. Simone scoffed.

"Maybe, but that man is weirder than Edgar Allen Poe's works. I wouldn't be surprised if he brought a book to read instead of mingling with the other guests." She then changed her demeanor and winked. "But you, girl, I know you can convince him one way or the other."

~o~

"No, absolutely not!" Herbert crossed his arms across his chest and glared up at Meg from the various medical journals and textbooks scattered over the coffee table. "If you think I should ever agree to something mindless and wasteful – not to mention disgusting – as this –"

She threw her hands in the air. "Come on, what's so disgusting about a Halloween party of all things? It's my favorite holiday, the one night where you dress up in a costume and have fun with your friends..."

"I prefer working in contrast to getting drunk and wasting time with flesh-on-flesh contact," Herbert snapped, lowering his attention back to his book; parties were never his cup of tea, so why was Meg so insistent on him coming? "There is still work to be done. I don't see the point in you asking me of all people."

She sighed and plopped herself down on the couch beside him. "Because it's always been a favorite holiday of mine, and Dan used to enjoy it with me whenever we would get away from my father and Hill for a while." He looked up when she paused. Her eyes were glazing; she was thinking of Dan again. Herbert sighed and put the book down on the table, still open where he left it. "But now I don't have a date, now that he's gone. I can't do this by myself. All my friends have dates, and I can't just miss my favorite time of the year." He wasn't sure how to respond, so Herbert settled on simply staring at her. "Please, Herbert? Just for tonight? I don't want to be alone, facing talk from my friends."

He was positive that she would be the butt of peer pressure anyway if she thought she would be forced to go out with another guy she had no interest in, or simply by herself as she feared. Herbert would rather initiate a craniotomy than agree to a night of "fun" bound to end badly. He never went to any bars or school dances for some mindless bimbo. "This isn't what I was made for," he argued. "I'm not going, and that is final."

She pouted. "Herbert West..." She was leaning in so her vivid blues mirrored a reflection with his own, initiating the epic battle of the sexes.

~o~

Herbert had been glowering at her the whole time they drove to Simone's place for the party, which wasn't too far from the Halsey place. "Threatening my work was unnecessary."

Meg laughed and parked the Sedan. "Well, it worked, right?"

"You threatened to lock me from the basement for the next few days!"

"Still." She was the first out, and she allowed him to see her costume once again in full view since the house, and she remembered his jaw slackening slightly before he forced it closed. Meg chose to be a mermaid, the fishtail colored like the deep blue sea and the brassiere a simple dark teal band running across her chest but still showing off her curves. A delicate crown of pearls rested across her forehead, the back behind her head enhanced with colorful seashells; finally, around her neck was a costume necklace of silver seashells and aquamarine crystals. She would always wear something revealing as long as it was still covering – her father's conservative rules – just for Dan, but now he was gone. If he'd made it for tonight, this Ariel inspiration would have done the trick. It made her want to cry again; she pursed her lips again and sniffed, which Herbert noticed and moved up to her side.

"I believe he would have wanted you to move forward. I lost someone before, and it didn't stop me." Meg jerked her head up then; wait, did he say he lost someone? He couldn't just mean his professor in Switzerland. But before she could say anything, he began to walk away from her and towards his unwilling destination; she had to pick up her skirt and hurry to catch up. He clearly didn't want to talk about it.

"Herbert, please, don't be so arrogant and distant tonight," she begged, getting him to whirl around and fixed his fierce look on her. "Just have some fun, take a break from work. Daddy used to say 'all work and no play can make a person go crazy'." She grinned, hoping it would make him smile, but his infamous glower remained. Meg frowned and slapped his arm; he was wearing his usual black and white suit jacket and tie. It was literally a uniform of his; he wanted nothing else to wear that he would waste time and money on if he didn't like or wouldn't do anything else besides work.

Herbert West could never tell the difference between humor and offense from another person, unlike his own which drove the other crazy. It did wonders on Meg. "I do not go crazy from working all the time," he argued.

Oh, obviously he wouldn't call himself crazy. But how can he see other things besides dead bodies and hypodermic needles? He's never done anything I do as far as I know! "Herbert West..." Meg stood her ground. "...I won't go back on my word if you don't go through with this." And then another voice she wanted to hear saved her by the bell.

"You guys came!" Simone was dressed as the black version of Cinderella, like one of her Barbie dolls from her childhood. The beloved character was every girl's option over any other princess in history. And as expected of today's fashion for young women, the bust was accentuated a little too much, something the old-fashioned Dean Alan Halsey would have frowned upon. "Mr. Nerd finally decided to get away from his books and join the bigger crowd," she noted, her grin fading at his murderous look.

"Indeed, Miss Simmons," he replied, abandoning both women to go elsewhere. Meg knew he would be finding the punch bar just for his own privacy and to try to keep himself together.

"Herbert!" she exclaimed, turning to her friend and apologizing. Simone just scoffed and shook her head.

"Girl, that man is something else. He's so weird. I wonder why Daniel put up with him. But I also wonder why you couldn't just move in with him, say no to Daddy." Her eyes hardened, but she was smiling. Meg sighed.

"You know how Daddy was. And Dan WAS one of his students."

"So?" Simone returned, smirking. "Your father is dead now, and you're a grown woman now. You should start saying no now and taking charge, put your foot down. And take my advice: get that strange genius out of his comfort zone for once and try to work into his pants now."

Her stomach lurched at the same time as her heart. How dare you tell me to move on when I'm not ready! But Meg couldn't bring herself to say the words before she found him. He was at the punch bar as she predicted, alone for a second before being approached by a brunette dressed as a nurse, moving up to him and rubbing her body against his suggestively and saying something along the lines of "Would you give me some medicine, Doctor?" That was before she backed off in disgust when Herbert responded coolly to her, whatever it was. He did a fantastic job at it because it sickened Meg that the girl would make such a bold move. And Simone did not miss it. "Well, girl, looks like this is your chance. It's been weeks since you got some meat stuffed in you."

Meg gaped and gasped at the same time, the use of vulgar language shocking her to her core, yet at the same time, she was right. She hadn't been with anyone since Daniel died; she hadn't had actual sex, resorting to masturbation, only for it to end with tears because she couldn't get her lover out of her mind. "Simone, seriously, I don't see anyone else besides..." Suddenly she couldn't bring herself to say his name; if she did, she might start crying again.

"Then go for your housemate over there. He needs to get laid fast, if you ask me, Megan."

She never thought she would admit it, but the more she looked at Herbert, the more she began to feel that thrum through her veins, spreading throughout the rest of her body. Herbert in his suit, the colorful lights and booming music of the house set around thanks to Simone's parents who had been close to Alan Halsey while the girls grew up together, the overall dark but tempting atmosphere...she felt like she was falling under the spell of this one night where the ghosts, goblins, witches and other creatures of horror would come out for their nightly jamboree...it's Halloween. Time to party the night away.

And time to unmask at midnight.

~o~

Herbert did not ever consume alcohol in his life because of the effects it left, and how many people ended up in the hospital as well as the number of teenagers and young adults who engaged in troublesome midnight activities like these around him – dancing in too close proximity amidst the blinding multicolored lights and fawning all over like animals. It sickened him as much as that little tramp in the nurse's costume who had the gall to come up to him and ask him if he wanted "some of this". He'd smiled when she backed away and called him a creep.

Normally he would lash out at people who called him nasty names, but there were others around him...including her coming up to him. That costume – a mermaid, she said it was – enhanced her sex appeal very exquisitely. Herbert tried shaking his head again; he didn't drink anything, so it couldn't be the dangerous substance making him drink in the sight of her with the thirst for the assorted fruity drinks behind them.

"She won't come back for another round, will she?" Meg teased lightly, grabbing them each a small plastic red cup of red punch. Herbert smirked at her. "If you want to leave now..." she started.

"No, we'll stay for a while. I'll do this just for your sake." The answer was rushed out as his mood changed with the tempo of the atmosphere. Or perhaps it was the way her body spooned closer to his but not in a disgusting manner that the girl had done. Meg didn't really want to leave; no, she was tempting him even if she wasn't aware of it. Or was she? Herbert couldn't read a single sign on her face because of the lights and music overpowering their senses. "Do you want to dance, Megan?" he asked softly, so soft he barely heard himself and worried she wouldn't hear him.

But she did. "I thought you hated dancing." Herbert set both their drinks down and took her hands into his.

"Think of it as one of the experiments," he answered simply. "Maybe I'll find it worthwhile." You're making a bad decision, his mind warned. You're taking your first step into dangerous territory.

Herbert wasn't a skilled dancer, so he allowed Meg to lead the way, surprised by her grace mingled with bad girl suaveness which was her swishing her hips around like a belly dancer. His hands found themselves at her waist, pulling her forward so their bodies were closer, her plump, curvaceous chest against his flat one, and her arms wrapped around his neck. Their faces were close enough to kiss, and it suddenly frightened Herbert as well as her. She looked scared, too, afraid of going too far tonight...but at the same time, they both wanted it. After all, who else was there to tell them no?

His heart was beating enough to match the rhythm of the beating from the speakers around the room. His hands moved from her hips and up the bared sections of her waist; she shivered underneath his touch, stepping back slightly to experiment whether or not she wanted his touch this way or in the original state of proximity. She eventually decided against him, so she was back to where she was originally, her body against his, to his relief. Mmm...exceedingly delightful, his inner self purred. He was leaning in when he found that those soft, full lips were slightly parted and also moving for his. But then she stopped. "Do you want this?" she asked. Her voice, inaudible as it nearly was, sent forth a foreign, forbidden, but utterly pleasant feeling down south where Herbert felt himself wanting more but not in a place like this.

"Not here," he managed. "Somewhere...private."

Her eyes twinkled. "Then let's get out of here."

They were back in the car and driving for her house when the fun had barely started. He was thoroughly relieved to be away from that blasted party where the wasteful "pleasures of the flesh" were not up his alley...but now he had something better yet terrifying to handle. That voice in his head was screaming that this was wrong, and he almost gave in when Meg slammed the door after them and grasped his face in both her hands, her lips finally on his. Herbert moaned and cried out at the same time from her sudden animalistic lust, now that he knew what it was. It was too late to turn back now, and the actual fear was, even more, greater than before.

No, I want this. I want her now.

Something in him had changed altogether the moment he and Meg Halsey, his dead partner's girlfriend as well as the equally deceased dean's daughter – and his spicy, stubborn housemate – kissed for the first time and were on the verge of going beyond the boundaries they'd placed. She stuck her tongue into his mouth to taste him; Herbert thought she tasted pleasant and sweet, something indescribable. His brain felt like it had been shut off entirely, of all rational thought, the blood ceasing its circulation as well as the rest of his body. The tension was becoming very tight.

Herbert pulled back to look into her eyes. They were darker than before, smoky with desire. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, as much as it scared them both. But she was reaching up to remove the bandage around her chest, tugging it down to expose her breasts to him. Her chest heaved up and down with every breath she took. Herbert reached up to remove his tie and then his jacket, dropping them both to the ground. He was about to unbutton his shirt when she stopped him.

"No, my room," she said instead. Her voice was thick and incapable of forming extended sentences. Herbert's own throat was swallowing up so much oxygen he thought he would suffocate and die right here. The view of her wicked breasts and her whole upper body exposed made him snatch her up and carry her up the stairs, where they topped onto her gold-covered bed together. Now he could finish off his shirt, tossing it to the floor and breathing heavier than before. His heart was beating faster than before due to too much blood, much of it gone below, which strained painfully against the crotch of his pants. The smell of her made it impossible to not lean down and capture her lips again.

Just because he was in medical school and death was his only desire to destroy did not mean he didn't take the time to read up on human sexual behavior. He studied all the places which made a woman moan and scream, made her shudder and release, and now he moved from Meg's lips to the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder; she uttered little squeaks and then moans when he switched to her collarbone and nipped, licked, then kissed the valley between her breasts. Her nipples were hard as little pebbles, but he paused right there. When he had snuck up on Hill in the morgue, he'd seen this magnificent body which he now envied Daniel for. He didn't think much about it then, but now as he was about to tease the buds because they were also the main key points of foreplay, he'd seen Hill hurt the left one and made Megan scream, but not in the good sense. Nevertheless, he wanted to taste her but still make her relax. Herbert moved his face over to her right breast instead of that one. "May I?" he asked softly. She nodded desperately, and he lowered his head to simply flick his tongue over the nipple, making her hiss and grit her teeth, bucking her chest upwards. Meg took his hand into hers and brought it over to her other breast so he could fondle the firm but soft flesh and the hard tip. His breaths became more erratic, leaving his nether regions to tighten and flare hotter to the boiling point he couldn't take anymore.

Herbert stopped what he was doing and knelt to get his socks and shoes off, then finished his belt and shoved the rest of his clothing off without worrying about the zipper and button, leaving him naked over her while she was pushing her costume the rest of the way off. She giggled at the sight of his erection, springing forward and pointing at her. He chuckled back at her silhouetted against a rich fabric he wasn't familiar with. Herbert returned to her, where her legs were spread for him to have better access and alignment against her warm, wet core waiting for him. He knew she wasn't a virgin, but at the same time, he was very nervous because he'd never been with anyone like this. "I...I've never..." His voice failed him; if he didn't do this right, he would not only let Meg down, but he would face ultimate humiliation if she didn't like his techniques.

However, to his surprise, she brought both her hands up and intertwined her fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp and pleasuring his brain this way. He moaned softly. So good. "It's all right; you're doing good."

He smiled salaciously down at her then, his body's desires unable to remain restrained any longer as he slowly entered her, drawing more than soft moans from her ravishing mouth. He growled as a newer, primal side of him unleashed itself. A side he never knew he had, and he hadn't felt this good since he killed Hill, since his first re-animation success and all. He didn't remember ever feeling this good in his life. Herbert's fears were washed away completely...if only they wouldn't threaten to return the next morning when all sense of reason would.

He was intoxicated by her, but not in the lethal substance sense. Her body was driving him to a frenzy far more extreme than the diluted version of the re-agent in his bloodstream. His re-agent refreshed his body and kept his brain sharp, the pleasure short-lived upon settling in – but Meg's body joined his in a sizzling form of mating. Their bodies created heated friction that threatened to literally set them both on fire when they moved further onto the bed and against each other, her legs wrapping around his waist and bringing him in, the pace quickening, becoming harder and merciless. "Oh, Herbert..." Meg gasped, arching her back. "Harder, please...faster..."

Herbert's brilliant mind was too unfocused except for this cat in heat beneath him; he laughed to himself at the irony of the joke. She behaves like a wild cat in conflict. He bucked his hips against hers, more pleasure building up in his groin and through hers. And this part of her called a vulgar word that anyone else would call a feline. It was the most...delicious thing he had ever felt in his hissed when his length tightened and began to unravel itself and explode like a bubbling mixture in the lab gone wrong.

Only this hasn't gone wrong. I succeeded. I did everything right, and look at her. Look at what I'm feeling. He threw his head back and groaned when his seed emptied into her body, a tingling remaining between his loins as to remind him that he did the right thing after all. Looking back down at Meg, the raptured look of ecstasy on her sweet face was too much to look away from. Her hands had been holding his shoulders the whole time, her nails digging into his sweating flesh enough to leave crescent-shaped marks enough to draw blood. Herbert barely felt it as he felt her climax after him, her hot fluids mixing with his own. "Mmmm..." Her voice was incoherent, unsure of how to describe what had happened. He couldn't describe what had happened either. His body was tired, his mind now wanting to go to sleep with her right here in her bed. It was Halloween, the night was closing in on them, but all he wanted to do now was spend the rest of the night with her. If this was how Dan spent with this woman – whom he was sure was now his – then Herbert thanked him for leaving her to him.