Vicki awoke to Henry making last minute preparations for their stay in London. Luckily, Henry had lots of connections, old friends in the right places or they would be left to the no-tell motel. Vicki had done everything but their stay and sight-seeing. They would be staying at a very old hotel, one that Henry had stayed at when it was new. Henry had wanted to stay at the Ritz but Vicki said absolutely no. She knew money was not an issue, but she wanted to be comfortable too. He chose Hazlitts Hotel in the Soho district. It was built in 1718 and when he told Vicki that he had been there when it was newly built, she furrowed her brow at him.

"What?" he said, slipping back into bed beside her, propping his head on his hand, brushing her hair back..

She lost her train of thought for a moment and then said, "I'm just wondering what, or rather WHO were you doing at that kind of hotel at such a young age?" raising her eyebrow as she finished. She had propped herself up as well and was running a finger down his chest.

"Well, a certain shall we say, wealthy woman, needed a male escort." Vicki sat up straight.

"You were pimping yourself out? Henry!! You never told me that." Vicki's mouth fell open, her eyes widened in surprise.

He started laughing at her, she was not amused.

"No, in those days it was not proper for a woman, even one of wealth and background, to be alone. I can assure you, I never did anything but sleep in that hotel, really just sleep, alone." She was back to smiling at him, jealousy, he loved it.

"Well, if we don't get movin' we're gonna miss our plane. It's a long flight. I think after last night," she said stretching as she got up to shower, "I think I'll be able to sleep." She looked at him over her shoulder, then padded toward the bathroom.

He was right behind her.

"Excuse me, you'll have to wait your turn." she said, teasing him.

He stripped his pants off in one motion, tossing them away, then lifted his pajama top off of her. He kissed her deeply, romantically.

"I can't wait to show you London." he said as he momentarily pulled away, nuzzling her neck and shoulder.

"Well, you've already shown me your tower.." she moaned back at him. He pulled back and looked at her.

"And?" he said his voice full of desire.

She answered him by pulling him into the shower with her. It was already steaming but they of course, added their own.

She kissed his chest, playfully biting him, circling his nipples with her tongue. He tangled his hands in her hair, moaned and kept her at his chest. He loved the sensation she caused when she did that.

"Vicki.." he pulled her face up to kiss him. Vicki could feel him on her stomach, she was more than ready herself.

He bent her head back, fully wetting her hair while other body parts were getting fully wet as well. He loved her hair, it was very sensual for him. He kissed her mouth, running his tongue over her lips, kissed down her neck then moved to her breasts.

She entwined her hands in his now wet hair, breathing heavily, moaning his name.

He braced himself against the marble of the shower with one hand, pulled her right leg up with the other hand, wrapped it around his left leg and slowly, inch by inch, looking deeply into her eyes, relishing in the love for him he saw there he began to enter her, teasing her at first, making her cry out.

She raked her nails down his back, holding onto him not only for safety but for comfort and closeness too. She cupped his fine ass for good measure. He didn't' mind a bit.

"Harder, Henry, harder.." her voice was a hoarse whisper. Henry had not been with very many women throughout his long life that could match him sexually, Vicki was by far the best. Not only was she as interested as he was, she could take much more force than any woman he had met; she preferred it that way. So did he.

He could feel her close, he extended his fangs, she already had her little ones on his shoulder then, just to push them both over, he bit down right into that pulsating vein that always called to him. He threw his head back in esctacy at the same moment Vicki did.

Vicki laid her head on Henry's chest, wrapping her arms around him. She could hear his heart beating rapidly and she knew it was all for her. He stroked her hair, cupped her bottom and said,

"We are going to miss our flight.." Mmm, was all Vicki said. She was drunk on love...