Chapter 7 The Kiss

He groaned then got off me. Turning his back to me. "I'm sorry. You were right, I'm the mood killer," I said sitting up watching him. "I should have told you sooner. I'm sorry."

He turned back to face me, "It was my fault. Stop saying you're sorry." He started smiling. "Why don't you?"

I rolled my eyes, "Because, when I asked Lois about dating she said not to." He laughed.

"No. I really wanna know."

"Fine. Because I don't wanna look sluttish."

He laughed again. "No." I started toward the way we came, but he caught my arm and pulled me back to him. I used my hair to hid my face. But he tilted my head back and brushed my hair from my face. I reached up and moved his bangs and gasped. His eyes were darker than before on the blanket. He held my hand to his mouth and kissed each finger.

"Why don't you kiss on the first date?" he asked again. Walking toward me taking the step that was separating us.

I licked my lips. "Promise you won't laugh," I demanded.

"I promise that if I laugh I'll let you…" he thought pulling me closer to him making me arch my back to keep eye contact. "I'll let you beat me at deuces wild."

I smiled at him. "I've never been kissed, and," he slipped his arms around my waste.

"And?" he coaxed. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"And I don't want to be bad." he chuckled softly bending his head closer to mine.

"Do you wanna find out?" he asked a few inches from my face. I stood on my tippy-toes and pressed my lips to his. After pulling me closer to him he paused to see if I would pull away. Then he moved his lips gently over mine. "Close your eyes," he whispered against them. I did. I felt him open his the corners of my mouth. I opened it just enough to allow his tongue entrance to my mouth. Then he was giving me the greatest kiss ever. We broke apart all too soon, for some stupid reason. I think it was to breath.

He started grinning before pulling me back to him just to hug. "I think you did just fine. I mean for your first kiss."

"You laughed," I accused.

"I know, but I don't think we'll be playing cards any time soon," he said. Then glanced at the sky, "We need to leave. Help me with the blanket?"

He again carried the backpack, and held my hand all the way till we reach the house. The sun was just beginning to set.

He stopped by the door, and leaned against it.

"What are you doing?" I asked skeptically.

"I'm leaving you at the doorstep like any respective guy should," he explained.

"Oh. Aren't you supposed to pop-kiss me then leave?" I asked taking a step closer to him.

"Yes, which is what I'm gonna do," he said as he set down the backpack before gathering me into his arms, then pop-kissed me before turning and grabbing his pack.

When I walked through the door, I smelt food which made me realize how hungry I was. I took a step toward the dinning room, but decided I had better take a shower first. Tara knocked on my door as I was drying my hair.

"So? What happened? Where did ya go? Did he kiss you?" she asked all at once, leaving me no time to answer.

"He took me to a meadow in the woods. And I don't kiss and tell." She squealed.

"He kissed you!!! Where?" she asked.

"On the lips," was all I said.

"On the lips!!!!" she screamed.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh! He'll hear you!" I said covering her mouth.

She rolled her eyes. "Like he don't know you told me. Besides he's downstairs eating with Bree." She glanced at my alarm clock, "Damn, we're late. Come on before its all gone."

I let her lead me down to eat her creation, lasagna. It was a long quite meal in which Bree constantly threw me dirty looks, then would glance at Chris, then at me. I'm starting to regret that rule of no mental eve's dropping.

After dinner, Chris and I sat in the family room watching the news while waiting for dad to call. I started to get tired, so I stretched out on the sofa with my head on his lap. I fell asleep quickly their after and don't remember waking to go to my room.

Chris's POV

Bree walked into the room about thirty minutes after Fear was asleep.

"I'm sorry about the whole throwing a knife at your head thing, and… you know… wanting to kill Fear," she said after taking a deep breath. "But you know who she is and what she's supposed to do to our kind."

I waved for her to sit down. Her verbal words were not important. I closed my eyes to feel if she was sincere, which she was.

"I'm only trying to make sure you don't kill yourself," she continued. "We should have had this talk nineteen years ago when you said you couldn't kill her. Why couldn't you?" She finally asked the question that pissed her off the most.

"She's my mate," I said quietly. "I knew it the moment I had a mouthful that was mostly her blood."

"How?" she asked calmly. Fear shifted on my lap.

"It's a guy thing Micah told me about." Micah was my mentor and best friend till he turned more animal than man. I watched as he was tried and executed by the alpha, our father.

"Oh. Have you told her yet?"

"No, and no another blood exchange has not happened yet." I answered the question she was thinking as well as the other.

"Ok. The vampires last night?" she asked.

"Were after Fear. They marked her room," I said before she could ask.

"When are you going to tell her about us?" she asked.

"Tomorrow." Fear shifted again. "I'm taking her to my room." I picked her up gently and carried her bridal style upstairs.

"I'll change her out of those clothes," Tara said emerging from the shadows. "Her dad said they were going to have to stop calling every day."

"Why?" I asked. Her father would normally be calling all the time.

"He said he saw her mother walking outside of her bedroom window," she said calmly before pushing me away from Fear and closing the door on my face.

"How can that happen? She's been dead for nineteen years." I thought for a moment. "FUCK!" I ran down to talk to Bree. "Have you had any visions lately?"

"Yeah all the time," she said absently sweeping the ballroom. "Why?"

"Have you seen any about Fear or someone mentioning Fear?" I asked impatiently.

"Only last nights. I saw her crying. Why do you want to know?" she asked again.

"I think she's been promised."

AN: I know its shorter, and mostly fillers. Sorry. Thanks to any reading and reviewing. Sorry if you find errors. I'm trying my best.