Bonjour mon petit fleurs! How I wish I could just pick you all up into a big hug!! Or at least make Cole plushies for everyone. -lol- Anyways, thank you sooo much for your support and love for this story. I can't ever express enough how happy every single one of you makes me.

Oh...and a quick note. It shall absolutely NOT be held against you if this chapter turns you on and gets you horny. God knows I definitely was while writing, reading, and re-reading it. Hehe...

With that, I give you my life's work. ;)

Enjoy!

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"Bloodlust" – Chapter 6

For a moment, Phoebe felt so dazed, she almost fainted. Cole pressed her closer to him and their gazes locked. Even though the water beating down on both of them was steaming, she shivered against his cold skin as his blue eyes peered at her from his dripping lashes and warmed her heart.

"I thought I'd never…" Phoebe began, but choked as more burning tears rose into her eyes.

"Shh…it's okay, I'm here." Cole buried his face in Phoebe neck and desperately fought the urge to sink his teeth into her racing pulse. "I love you, Phoebe, and no one is going to take you away from me."

Phoebe wrapped her arms around Cole's waist and sighed against his chest. "I love you, Cole."

Cole waved a hand lightly in the direction of the door, using his powers to block any noise from escaping the room. Then he looked down at Phoebe, and her red-rimmed, sad eyes stared back up at him. He hated seeing her sad and knowing that he had caused it. She smiled at him and it made his heart melt. Leaning down, he gently took her mouth with his own. She eagerly parted her lips to allow his tongue access to search her mouth. As he pulled her tighter against him, Phoebe could feel the hardness through the wet cloth of Cole's pants. Heat spread through her lower body.

Cole's fingers grazed her stomach and found their way up to her breasts as he kissed a trail down her throat and came to rest at her pulse point. Phoebe felt him lick quickly like a cat at her neck and her fingers dug into his back as his hands massaged her breasts, occasionally pinching playfully at her nipples. They hardened in response as she pressed herself into his touch.

He pulled away to look at her again, as if to justify to himself that she was still there. Phoebe reached up to softly stroke his face. She tugged him closer to her and placed tiny kisses along his jaw line, her hands traveling down to his pants. Keeping one hand wrapped firmly around her lower back, Cole helped Phoebe unbutton his pants with the other. Within seconds, both his pants and underwear had been discarded and they were both left standing naked together.

Cole put his palm on her stomach with his fingers pointing south. Without breaking their gaze, his hand slid down on her skin and tenderly parted her legs. Phoebe let out a gasp as he slipped two fingers into her. Cole started slow, allowing her to sigh in pleasure as her eyes closed, then his fingers quickened their pace and he could feel Phoebe's muscles contract against them. Soft moans escaped her pretty mouth and she took a deep breath as she climaxed into his rhythm.

Cole gently drew his fingers from Phoebe's depths. With the other hand he lifted her chin so she could watch him lick her off his fingers. Sweetness invaded his mouth. Closing his eyes, he kissed Phoebe again. He reached down and pulled her thigh up, wrapping it around his waist. Before he entered her, Phoebe broke their kiss and pressed herself against Cole, giving him a tight hug. Her hands ran over his broad back like she was trying to make sure he was entirely there. Cole realized this as he returned her embrace, and it broke his heart to think that she still doubted his presence. Had he really hurt her that much by simply leaving for less than a day?

Phoebe sighed in his arms. Kissing her wet hair, Cole lifted Phoebe's face. He then lowered his mouth to hers again and as their lips were interlocked, he entered her smoothly. Cole felt as if he'd been instantly elevated to a state of heaven. He wanted to go even deeper inside of her; explore every inch of the girl in his arms. The pressure of Cole's kisses intensified. He pushed Phoebe against the front wall of the shower and leaned into her, feeling the hot water beat down on his back. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths as he thrust rhythmically into her.

Phoebe could feel her heartbeats quicken and Cole could feel it as well. He broke their kiss and licked his way down to her throat. The memory of the taste of her blood, so sweet and satisfying, caused his breathing to become heavy. He let his lengthened incisors softly graze her neck. A small yearning moan fled from Phoebe each time his cold porcelain teeth touched her. Maybe he could just give in. After all…it did sound like she really wanted to be bit. He'd only take a little bit from her. And even if he took more that a little, she wouldn't miss it. She loved him; she would give it to him.

"No!" Cole gasped aloud, pulling his face quickly away from Phoebe's throat and his panicked eyes searched hers pleadingly.

Phoebe's fingertips brushed his cheek. "No what, sweetheart?" she asked him, concerned, offering him a comforting smile.

"Phoebe I…" Cole began, continuing the perfect rhythm of his thrusts as they both breathed hard. They could feel the pleasure building up, reaching its breaking point.

Before he could go any further, Phoebe silenced him with a kiss as their pleasure exploded and they climaxed together. Cole stayed inside Phoebe, both of them holding each other, until their breathing return to normal. Then, he gently pulled out of her and sat at the edge of shower, setting Phoebe in his lap with her back pressed against his chest. Soaping his hand, he reached around and tenderly washed between her legs, all the while decorating her shoulder with kisses so light, they felt like tickles from a feather. Phoebe closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink into that moment. She wanted to stay like this forever, with his beautiful touch in her and the hushed sounds of his kisses on her skin in her ear.

When they finished, Cole turned off the water and carefully eased Phoebe off his lap and onto the ledge in his place as he stepped out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and then grabbed another and wrapped it around Phoebe's shoulders before picking her up in his arms. Sitting down on the small bench in the bathroom, he again rested Phoebe in his lap and pulled the towel closed tighter around her as her tiny frame shivered.

Cole sighed and brushed aside Phoebe's damp hair to look into her face. Her mouth spread into a bright smile and her innocence shone. "God, I love you so much," Cole told her, placing a kiss on her forehead. "I couldn't bear to ever be without you."

"Oh, Cole, I'm so sorry for everything. I love you, please know that," Phoebe replied, resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arm around his chest, hugging him tightly.

"It's okay, that's all behind us," Cole soothed. "I know you love me, I always knew."

They were silent for a long while and then Phoebe spoke. "But…how did you get here without being followed? I thought they could find you wherever you went."

"I found a way to fool them for the time being," Cole replied, thinking back on how he'd put his blood on the sheets and pillow. Lucius was connected to him by the scent on his blood. He hoped that his plan could give him at least a little bit of time to talk to Phoebe.

She stroked his face again, and then she let her hand travel down and rested it over his heart. Cole looked down at her hand with sadness. Phoebe leaned down and kissed his chest, just over his heart, as she had done in his dream. Cole closed his eyes. The feeling of her lips on his skin was everything he could possibly ask for. Images from his dream flashed in his mind.

"Phoebe?" Cole wondered aloud, staring at the wall opposite them.

"Mmm?" Phoebe responded quietly.

"I have to tell you something. I think you can help me, you have to help me. You're my only hope…"

Phoebe lifted her head to look up at Cole. "What is it? Is there a way turn you back?" Phoebe asked anxiously.

"I…I think so. It's just, I had this dream today…" And Cole told her about what happened in the bedroom and about what he'd dreamt, including every detail he could remember, desperately grabbing at anything that might help.

She was silent until he'd finished. For a few moments, her brow furrowed in thought. "That must mean that I'm the key to turning you back, right? That's why he and that girl, whatever her name is, were so anxious for you to forget me."

Cole looked at Phoebe. For someone so small and slender, she was surprisingly strong and determined. It was what he always loved about her.

"Cole, I want you to listen to me carefully…when you…" She stopped, struggling with what she had to say next. "…go back to them, I want you to pretend like you have no idea what they're trying to do, but I think they want you to forget me or hate me or something. Something about our love is giving them a problem; it must mean that you can turn back. Please try to find a way to get some kind of information from someone there; see if there a way out of this."

A thought struck Cole. He knew just who he'd work his charms on.

"And you have to promise me something," Phoebe added.

"Anything."

"You have to promise you won't kill anyone."

Cole was taken aback. "Phoebe, you know I would never. I'm not like that anymore."

"That's not what I mean. I mean as a vampire. Resist it no matter what Lucius or anyone tells you."

"I—I promise."

"No matter what?"

"Even if I'm at the brink of death."

Phoebe's face softened and she rested her head on his shoulder again. "Please don't say things like that."

Cole rubbed his cheek softly against Phoebe damp hair. "Okay, I won't. I promise—on both accounts."

Phoebe smiled, but it disappeared when she saw Cole frown down at her. "What's wrong?"

"I have to go now," he told her. "I can't stay too long and let them find out about us. You might get hurt, and I can't let that happen. I'd never forgive myself."

Phoebe stood and watched as Cole did the same and picking up his wet clothing, he waved his hand at them and they were dry in an instant. When he was dressed he turned to Phoebe again. The look on her face broke his heart. His cupped her cheeks gently in his hands, handling her with more care than he would a baby bird. "Smile, pretty girl," he coaxed. "I'll never leave you."

The corners of Phoebe's mouth turned up in a warm smile.

"There it is," Cole whispered happily. Then he let his lips touch hers. She closed her eyes and received him softly, but hungrily. As it had been many times before, Phoebe felt him disappear with the touch of his lips still tingling on her. When she opened her eyes, a whisper hung in her ear. 'I love you…'

"I love you, Cole…"

Cole reappearing in the bedroom Lucius had brought him to. He rubbed his eyes with one hand tiredly. Ever since he first met Phoebe, parting with her left him feeling like his insides were being twisted up. He wished their relationship wasn't so disaster-prone.

"Had a nice little field trip?" a smokey voice spoke from behind him.

Turning, Cole saw Silvia standing with her hands on her hips and a mischievous smirk on her stained lips. Slowly, she glided over to him, letting the silky black material of her dress swish over her milky white skin.

Cole opened his mouth to speak, but Silvia placed a finger with its perfectly painted nail on his lips. Flipping her white blonde hair over her shoulder, she let her emerald eyes roam his tense chest.

"Oooh…you've been a bad, bad…bad boy…"

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smokes a ciggy in bed Was that good for you? Did I make you all tingle with delight? I really hope you found it well worth the wait! I promise to work hard to give you chapter seven soon. What in the world is Sylvia going to do to Cole? Uh-ohs...