English Tongue

Azura tried to focus on her studies, but it was hard to keep her concentration when she felt the cold touch of Godric's fingertips ghosting along the back of her neck, moving her hair aside and pressing a light kiss against the warmed skin. She closed her eyes against the feel and let her head fall forward until her chin nearly touched her chest, exposing more skin to his lips. He didn't waste the chance and began pressing kisses up the center that led to her hair, before moving along to meet her ear.

"You are making this impossible," she complained feebly, her voice sounding too shaken from the touches to actually give the impression of annoyance. "Godric," she whined weakly as she tried to hide her jaw from him when his lips continued to move along toward her chin. He seemed to rather enjoy her saying his name as his arm moved to wrap securely around her waist, pulling her toward his chilled body.

She gave up trying to fight him and let her head fall back onto his shoulder, fully exposing her neck to him. Godric's hand tightened on her hip as he inhaled deeply, her scent invading his senses and nearly driving him mad. He wanted to bite her, so badly. The blood scent that came through her skin and the sound of her heart so close was nearly too much for him to control himself.

Before Azura could even realize what had happened, Godric had pushed her down onto the mattress and moved to straddle her hips. His lips attacked hers with such vigour that she was left breathless and grasping at him in blind passion. He was awakening things inside of her that she had never felt before and she barely knew him. Even with the lack of time spent together, she couldn't stop the choked groan that vibrated her chest as he held her face in his hands and pulled her closer to him.

"God-Godric," she gasped out, fighting with breathing and trying to reason with him. "To fast, to fast," she chanted as his lips danced along her neck, her skin tingling with sensations and electricity. "So good, mon Dieu. Si bon," she began to mumble instead, feeling his teeth graze over her artery.

"You make me thirst for you, ma chère, and do nothing to make it so," Godric groaned against her neck, pressing his body down onto hers. Azura squirmed beneath him as her flesh began to heat up quickly, her hands grasping at his shirt, arms, hands and hair. She couldn't keep still; she couldn't decide what to touch, hold and caress. "Je veux te mordre," he growled out, his hands jerking her head to the side to fully expose the side of her throat to him. He dipped back down and ran his tongue along the length of her neck, following the tendon that was pushing against her skin. The taste of her skin spurred him on further, deeper into the lust that was wrapping around his mind. His tongue left a long trail of saliva on her skin that chilled in the exposed air and brought bumps to her flesh, enticing him to lick her again.

"Godric," she groaned loudly now, her voice clear.

"You're going to give her a heart-attack, Godric," a familiar voice said from the other side of the room. Godric stilled in his actions, the voice bringing him back to himself, and brought his attention to the wild thrum of Azura's heart. She was breathing so quickly and erratically that he wondered momentarily if his actions could actually bring her so much pleasure that she would pass out from hyperventilation or die from a failed heart. She didn't seem to notice the voice from her window, but as soon as he stopped licking her throat she went lax beneath him as she was finally granted a reprieve.

"Je suis désolé, Azura," he whispered softly against her throat before straightening up and looking over to where Eric was sitting on the windowsill, looking bored and amused all at once. His eyes darted down to the girl that still lay trapped between Godric's knees, her hands clutching at the front of his shirt and preventing him from leaving and grinned in pleased amusement.

When he looked back up to Godric's eyes, he could easily see the displeasure at Eric's stare and the blonde quickly held his hands up in defence as he dropped from the window in the same action, disappearing from view to avoid his maker's protective side. He had seen it when he was still a young vampire and people tried to get close to him; Godric wasn't fond of sharing his first childe to anyone. Godric turned his attention back to Azura, hearing that her heart was beginning to calm and her breathing was returning to normal.

"Azura, mon ciel, you must release me," he whispered as he leaned back down to press a chaste kiss against her lips. She didn't even realize what he meant at first before she noticed that her hands were holding his shirt in a white knuckle grip. If her nails hadn't put holes in the fabric than it would at least be stretched and wrinkled beyond repair.

"Désole," she whispered, slowly relaxing her fingers and allowing her hands to open. Godric smiled softly as he took her hands in his own and pressed a kiss to each one.

"I must leave for now, mon ciel," he said softly. Her eyes opened to look up at him in a daze, trying to focus back on the real world. "I am needed; I apologize for leaving to suddenly." When he moved to kiss her again, he actually had to force himself away when she responded, parting her lips for him and meeting the tip of his tongue shyly with her own.

"I'll miss you," she whispered, her hands running along his face before her fingers slipped into his hair. "You will return tomorrow, yes?" she asked timidly as he rose from her form and stepped off the bed to allow her freedom. She sat up but didn't rise, watching as he adjusted his clothing to look as though nothing had gone amiss. His shirt, however, had indeed been stretched and Azura blushed in embarrassment.

"I will, I promise."

The next day, Azura found herself able to block out thoughts of Godric only long enough to finish her exam, and not a moment after the last page was finished she was leaning back in her seat with her thoughts drifting to the vampire that had laid upon her the night before, doing things to her body without so much as a touch of anything but hands and lips.

Well, and tongue. Oh, mon Dieu, that tongue.

She found her hand touching her neck before she realized, thinking back to the feel of the tongue as it slipped up her throat. She had to clench her legs together when a ripple of pleasure moved through her body at the thought of it. Trying to distract herself, she began to reread her exam to make sure that there was nothing that she had missed or messed up with. Even if she had been concentrating, she wasn't sure if she would have been able to find all of the mistakes.

She didn't go to Karen's Café that day, and instead raced home to take a cold shower when she found her neck covered in sweat and her skin felt flushed and heated. It helped at first, but her mind was ever plagued with the thoughts of him. Surely this wasn't natural, to feel such an attraction to someone after just meeting them. Not only that, but she had never felt this way before, period. There was no other male out there that was able to make her throb in places that she had never even considered able to feel such a way.

She knew about sex from health class, and she knew about pleasure from what other girls had told her. Experiencing it, however, was something completely new to her.

She was lying back on her bed, far too dazed to study, when night finally fell. Her iPod headphones were in her ears, blocking out the day. The music flowing through the headphones usually helped her to calm down so that she could focus on tasks, but she found that it only gave a beat to her fantasies. Her thighs clenched together and her hands flew up to her hair as she took deep breaths. She whimpered aloud as her mind brought back the feeling of his tongue and teeth on her throat, his hips pressing her down into the mattress, pinning her there and the coolness of his skin that she had only ever felt with one other.

She nearly shrieked when her ankles were suddenly seized in a cold, iron grip, her eyes flying open and her torso lifted from the mattress. Before she could get a clear view, however, the person pulled on her ankles and dragged her down to the edge of her bed. Her headphones were pulled from her ears and her shirt tugged up to just beneath her breasts from sliding along the sheets. Her legs were separated as a hand on either joint was placed on opposite sides of a body, resulting in her thighs pressed to someone else's.

"Azura," Godric growled out as he looked down at her, his eyes locking on the exposed flesh of her stomach. She didn't have any lights on in the room because of her lack of awareness to the late hour, but he could see her perfectly in the darkness. She was already beginning to breathe more heavily, her chest heaving beneath the cover of her school uniform undershirt. The skirt had ridden up to nearly bare her and Godric couldn't resist as he pushed his hips down against hers.

A short gasp of surprise and pleasure left her lips as her back arched.

Azura was keenly aware of the fact that Mrs. Cross was at the hospital for the night for medical tests.

"You came," she finally forced out as she looked up to his silhouette against the street lights. However, she could not draw her mind away from the pressing of hard flesh against her covered heat, only a couple pieces of clothing keeping them apart. The thought of such an act set her body aflame in shame and lust. She was still so young, not yet eighteen and she was already lusting after a man that had walked the earth for over two thousand years.

"Your smell," Godric started, leaning down closer to her and pressing his hardening member against her more firmly. A soft cry left her lips as her hands gripped at the sheets above her head, looking up to where Godric's eyes would be in the darkness. "I can smell your need, Azura," he finally finished, pressing against her harder and inhaling deeply as the smell got even stronger, her body beginning to tense and tremble. This had to be a dream. "Your need for me. Let me help you, let me make those feelings so much more."

She nearly sobbed at the words that came from his lips, her mind so muddled she nearly couldn't translate them in her head from English to French, allowing her to fully understand what he was saying to her. His hands found her bare sides, the cold on hot making her jump and arch her back. He hummed his approval as his head dipped down to kiss the hollow of her throat.

"What were you thinking about, mon ciel?" Godric asked, whispering against her flesh. "What made you tremble with want?"

Azura didn't know whether or not to answer the question, she didn't wish to say it aloud but she didn't want him to pull away if she didn't. When his body began to leave hers, forcing her to suffer from the heat of her own body, she cried out.

"You tongue!" she nearly screamed, reaching for him to pull him back. She was surprised when he came into her arms willingly, pushing her down onto the bed. Her legs wrapped around his waist as they remained at the end of the bed, pushed together. There was an initial shock when she realized that she was touching bare skin, her hand splayed on his shoulder blades coming into direct contact with his chilled flesh. He had taken his shirt off; that was why had had pulled away from her.

Godric hummed as he nuzzled against her throat, thinking over her cried confession. "What of my tongue, Azura. When I kiss you?" he asked, catching her mouth in a kiss and licking along the seam of her lips. He pulled away before she had time to respond, speaking again. "Is it the way that I speak to you, Azura? Say your name and demand of you?" She was panting beneath him, her nails scratching quickly healing red welts on his back. "Or could it be when I taste you, devour your very flesh?" he demanded, pressing his hips harshly against hers as his tongue slid up the entire length of her throat and cheek.

A tremor shook Azura's entire body beneath him, telling him that he had indeed been correct. Had he not known better, he would have thought she had reached an orgasm by that simple lick alone. She was close, but he knew that she had yet to reach that highest feeling of satisfaction just yet.

"Chère, I crave you. Your body, your blood, your mind and soul. Let me have you, mon ciel," Godric nearly begged as his hands slid up along her sides, over her ribs and pressed to her breasts.

"Yes," she sighed out, her head falling back at the feeling of his hands. "Oui, Godric. Je t'appartient!" she cried out. Godric couldn't stop his fangs from dropping at her words, a complete surrender to him that made his blood sing, calling for hers. Without much thought to his actions, his hands tore the shirt she was wearing clean down the center, exposing her black bra clad chest. He wanted to bite her, but he knew that the place she lived was barely tolerant to vampires and would not subject her to hatred by having revealing bite marks on her neck.

"I am going to bite you," he warned, seeing her eyes open as she looked up to him. She understood and made no objections. "I will not bite your neck," he added on, seeing realization dawn on her and she nodded her head. For the second time, he moved too quickly for her to register immediately and soon had her head on her pillow once again and her skirt nearly thrown out her window; she knew the zipper would be broken.

"What-" she gasped, looking down at him. She was wearing only her black, feminine boy shorts underwear, the only things that was deemed 'sexy' that she would wear. Anyone tried to get her to wear a thong, she would injure them. "Godric," she started, unsure now that he was resting his cheek against her navel, just above her panties.

"Shh, relax," he whispered, his hands caressing her thighs. She could not clearly see him, but knew that he would be smiling and let herself relax back. Keeping her eyes on him, she lifted her body up on her elbows and looked down at him. The pleasure returned full force when she felt his tongue trace along the top hem of her panties before doing the same with the hem at her left leg. She forgot about the fact that his face was inches from her core and collapsed to her pillows, panting again.

He sucked on the flesh of her thighs, stroking with his hands but never touching her center, only the skin around her underwear. She wondered briefly he was actually going to bite her or had changed his mind when she felt the millisecond stab of pain when he bit into the inside of her thigh deeply, tearing open the artery there. He didn't let a single drop escape his lips, sucking hard as her blood rushed into his mouth, hot and thick.

Azura groaned above his head, her entire body tensing up. Keeping one hand holding her thigh in place, he moved his other hand and placed it palm flat over her heated center. She jolted in response, nearly detaching his lips from her thigh, but he was sucking hard enough that he stayed in place. Pressing the ball of his palm forward, she choked on a sob of pleasure and fisted her hands in her hair in sexual frustration.

Wanting her to still be active, he stopped sucking on her thigh and sliced the tip of his tongue on his fang before he began to lav it over the injury, stopping the blood flow nearly immediately. He would bite there again before the night was through; he would leave his mark on her.

She was still trembling as he slid back up her body, feeling the cotton material of her bra against his chest. His hands came up to frame her face gently, waiting for her to calm down some from the rush of the bite. Kisses were showered along her face as she heaved for air, her hands moving to rest on his hips, trying to hold onto him in some way but still too weak to lift her arms much of anywhere. The kisses were light and made her stomach flutter and the coolness of his skin against her gave her a wonderful relief from the heat that had flooded her body.

A fierce, striking pain suddenly rushed through her head, awakening her from the dream that she had been pulled into. Her hands clasped at her hair tightly as she rolled onto her side in pain, trying to force away the images that danced around her head without any way for her to decipher them. She whimpered in pain as dark blue shadows darted across her retinas before morphing into blacks, greys and whites. She could make out female figures and male figures, but she had no idea who or what they were.

"Azura?" a voice asked softly as cold hands gently laid over hers. She immediately moved her hands from her hand and clasped the colder hands in her own, pulling them down to her temples to try and provide some relief from the feeling of acid sloshing around inside her skull. "What ails you?"

"My head," she groaned softly, taking solace in the cold feel of his flesh. "It hurts, the images won't go away." His knuckles began to stroke along her temples soothingly, trying to help her in some way. Azura was shifted around gently to see rest with the coldness surrounding her blissfully, peacefully sending her deeper into sleep as the pain reseeded.

Translations:

(French to English)

Mon cher – my dear

Si bon – so good

Je veux te mordre – I want to bite you

Je suis désolé – I am sorry

Mon ciel – my sky

Désole – sorry

Mon Dieu – my God

Chère – dear

Oui – yes

Je vous appartient – I belong to you

Two steamy scenes in one chapter, how about that? More to come, too ;)

For those you haven't figured it out, you'll find out soon why Godric calls her 'mon ciel' or my sky.

Thank you all so much for your wonderful reviews! I'm missing Godric on the show, but it's so much more fun to imagine him in the way of the story :P

I'll have the next chapter out as soon as I can, I've already started on it so the wait will not be long, I promise! Please, keep up the reviews! And if you have any questions, I'll be sure to answer them(unless is gives something away).