Mask Me In Your Darkness

Godric marvelled at the flush that coloured Azura's skin, his hand splayed on her side and showing the clear difference in their skin. For a human, Azura was quite pale, but she was still more coloured than he was as a vampire. He would admit that he enjoyed the moments when her face was flushed with her passion far more than he should; he loved watching her gasp for breath as her cheek flooded with blood and her entire body warmed beneath his.

"What is it?" Azura asked softly as she watched Godric inspect his hand at her side, his eyes unfocused as he thought far off.

Instead of answering, Godric ducked down and pressed a kiss against her warm stomach, his lips so welcomingly cold against her skin. Azura's breathing wavered as her head fell back against the pillows, gasping when his tongue slipped across her skin while his fingers glided down to her panties. Raising her legs, her smooth thighs brushed along his sides as she tried to draw him up to kiss her again. In answer, he played his fingers along the inside of her thigh, almost as though he was reminding her 'this is where I will bite you'.

Letting her head fall back against the pillows, her eyes lifted to the decorated ceiling, bronze plating covering the entire expanse of it. Godric's tongue dipped briefly into her navel before continuing down to the hem of the only material left on her body; she shuddered in anticipation and nervousness. He hummed soothingly as he placed a kiss on her hip gently, slowly beginning to slide the material down and away. He had to remove himself from between her thighs in order to remove them completely and Azura was acutely aware of the sudden emptiness that accompanied the action.

Catching her groan with his own mouth, Godric's body laid out on her once more, filling that void. Cool fingers began to glide along her sides and visible ribs, making her arch her back at the tingling sensation and seek his flesh out with her hands in return. Digging her nails into the strong muscles of Godric's shoulders, she scored marks down his back on either side of his spine. The ancient vampire hissed at the action and arched his back just as she had, pressing their stomachs together tightly. The primal urges began to fight against Godric's control, wishing only to go off of the animal instinct that whispered in his mind to bite and mark and claim. She had already given the invitation, and he was finding it incredibly hard to hold back.

As he glided back down her body Azura's heavy pants filled the air, the only sound in the hotel room. Distantly, the rain could be heard outside and the odd rumble of thunder after a lightning flash. Fisting her fingers tightly into the blankets beneath her, she wanted to cry in joy and desperation when she felt his finger-tips glide along the inside of her thighs, feather light.

"Si belle, mon ciel," Godric whispered against her flesh, inhaling the strong, heady scent of her arousal. Her entire body quaked at his words, the strong, deep thrum of his voice sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her core.

"Godric," she gasped out desperately, her hands switching from the blankets to his hair and holding on for all that her life was worth. Before she had a chance to say anything more a sharp pain rippled through her leg before pleasure bloomed in her blood, making her hold back a scream as her fingers nearly ripped his hair out. Her teeth clenched in her attempts to withhold her scream, her jaw soon aching and leaving her mouth to fall open in a silent scream.

The vampire that had his fangs buried in her thigh hummed in pleasure as her blood poured out onto his tongue, the scent of it a simple candle in comparison to the burning flame that it actually was. He could smell Azura's arousal to the bite, so close to his senses that it made him take longer, deeper pulls from her artery. Warm flesh beneath his lips, heated blood on his tongue, Godric could barely pull himself away. Virgin blood, after all, was exquisite as it was, but for it to be Azura's blood was an exquisite reward.

He briefly felt Azura's fingers in his hair, but she changed her hazed mind and shifted her grip back to the blankets, arching and trying not to squirm. It didn't matter much if she moved, though; Godric's fangs were buried deep inside of her flesh and his hand kept her thigh in place.

After an internal struggle, he finally pulled his fangs free of her thigh and sliced open his tongue, licking the bloody appendage over the bite to heal it so that she wasn't bleeding for the rest of the night. With the taste of her still on his tongue, Godric lifted his body up to lick the flat of her stomach, hearing the loud sound of her breath catching in her throat. She was ready to sob, beg, and plead for him to do something.

A smear of blood was left from where his stained tongue had glided over her skin and Godric felt the demon inside of him sneer with twisted satisfaction at the sight of a mark of blood on her white skin. Leaning up, he arched enough to press his hip bone harsh against the heat of her center, hitting the precise spot and drawing a scream from her lips as her eyes flew open in shock. The new, wonderful sensation was almost too much and Godric revelled in it.

With a growl rumbling in his chest his hands wrapped around her thighs, one smeared with the blood that had been around the now healed bite, and lifted them to hook on his hips and dragging his already low pants even further down along the bones. Instinctively, Azura squeezed and ended up pressing her heated core right against the rigid arousal within Godric's thin pants. Her muscles jumped, both at the feeling and the sudden snarl that Godric released at the feel of her.

Azura's mind was so clouded that she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do or what she was actually doing, but the sounds that Godric was making only seemed to heat her blood more and she couldn't stop herself from shuddering all over whenever she felt his body thrum and vibrate with the primal noises.

Once feeling so chilled, Azura suddenly felt like she was slowly burning alive and she loved every moment of it.

Blindly, her hands lowered to try and tug at the pants that he was wearing, hearing Godric pull in an unneeded hiss of air at the feeling of her hands searching him through the loose linen. She was so desperate to get to his cool skin that she didn't even realize her own legs were hindering the process of removing the pants he was wearing. Unable to control herself, she cried out when Godric removed himself from her grasp—both hands and legs—and disappeared for but a moment before his hands returned to her hips and slid along her legs, parting them once more.

"Trust me," his voice breathed into her ear, sending bumps over her flesh.

Her thighs caressed bared hips, any material that had once covered his body removed with unseeing speed. Her hands reached, scratched, soothed and pulled at his arms, back and hair; her lips sought out his and brought his tongue to dance, claiming him as he claimed her. The heat of her body seemed to transfer to his, if only for the time being, as he began to caress her with warm fingers and heated lips.

Even though vampires were predators and tended more toward violence, Godric was different from any other vampire out there, as Azura would come to learn. He was soft and gentle as he prepared her body, un-adapted and new to everything, and he spoke soft words in English and French, whispering nothings into her ear. She suspected that he started speaking in Italian and Spanish at one point, but her brain didn't seem to register much of anything aside from his hands and tongue.

No matter how prepared Godric had hoped for her to be, she still screamed into his mouth as he entered her, muffling the shrill sound with his lips. Her nails gouged lines into his back, tearing the skin and leaving bloody marks behind that began healing within moments. His hands ghosted over her skin soothingly, feeling her thighs release their death grip on his hips as her hands glided down to rest on his sides. She hissed in pain, sucking air through her teeth, as Godric pulled his hips away from hers and sent a spike of pain through her pelvis. There were those spasms of pain, but it was majority discomfort by then.

She was gasping for air when he released her from the kiss, her head thrown back and bearing her throat to him. Groaning deep in his chest, the vibrations transferred to Azura's body and had her clutching at the vampires sides with surprising strength.

Had it not been for Godric's patience, she knew that she would have been in a lot more pain. He was calm and gentle, soothing her as he softly eased her through the pain of the first penetration into her body, surprisingly more painful than she had been expecting. Azura opened her eyes after taking a calming breath and looked up into the vibrant and alive colour of Godric's. It was only for a split second, however, because a in the next moment a flash of lightning illuminated the room. When the lightning disappeared, it took all of the light in the room with it, blackening the hotel.

Azura let out a tearful laugh at the moment, before Godric leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss against her lips and stealing the soft laughter from her. Her body still tensed slightly when his hips began to move, but she didn't hiss in pain anymore and Godric would hear her heartbeat increasing again, the once dulled scent of her arousal returning.

The storm continued on outside, the darkness of the hotel room only broken by the flashes of lightning that cracked through the city. The very walls shook with the booming thunder, but neither could really notice.

Before long, the passion, lust and desire had overwhelmed Azura once more; left disoriented and thoughtless with pleasure, she couldn't seem to remember her own name even as she screamed his repeatedly. She wasn't sure what to do with her limbs half of the time and so decided on tightly wrapping herself around her vampire lover in a desperate attempt to keep him close. It wasn't as though he was going anywhere; not with his fangs constantly scraping her flesh moments before his tongue soothed the red lines left in their wake.

The lights flicked above as they tried to fight against the storm by bringing light back, but the surges of power from the clouds were too much, washing away all of the power along its torrents of rain water. Above her, Godric's breathing was almost as harsh and fast as the woman beneath him, the cool and hot air mingling between them. He forced himself to keep his fangs out of her neck, no matter how badly he wanted to bite into her flesh once more. The exquisite smell of her seemed to almost assault him through her skin.

Godric pulled back from her suddenly, his hips still pinning her down. She was almost afraid that she had done something wrong and drove him off, before there was a tearing pain in her breast that drew a small shriek from her. His fangs dug deeply into her breast, tearing the skin with not only his fangs but his less sharp teeth as well.

"Dieu!" she choked out, her hands snapping up to dig her nails into Godric's skull, almost as though she was subconsciously trying to return the pain that he had momentarily inflicted upon her. Huffing for air, she couldn't achieve much else and was left to lay limp on the bed with only her taught thighs still tensed.

Godric made a sound between a growl and a groan, feral and pleased all at once, as he took in deep gulps of her blood. Even as he thought over and over again that he needed to let her go; he was drinking too much of her blood but the demon inside of him was just telling him more, more, more. Azura's vision blurred suddenly and left her disoriented as her hands began to weaken their hold on his skull.

It was the sudden loss of the sharp pain in his head that had Godric pulling away, her blood still welling over her chest and staining her skin. Licking away the blood, he slowed the movements of his hips to a near soothing pace.

As Azura's pleasure peaked a weak cry escaped her lips and was swallowed up by the thunderous boom of thunder that shook the very foundations of the hotel, Godric's ears ringing pleasantly with the combined sounds that created a symphony in his mind. Azura's scent hung heavily in the air as she went limp beneath him, his own movements stilling abruptly as the contractions of muscles and the strong smell overwhelmed his once starved senses. He was beginning to indulge too much at once and it was straining his control.

However, there was a smile of contentment that spread across Azura's sated face as she gazed up at him, blood still smeared across his bottom lip and his eyes slightly wild but still so endearing to her. Releasing her hands from his hair, she moved them to wipe a thumb along his lips, cleaning the crimson from his pale skin.

"Merci, Godric," she whispered out, her arms trembling with the weight of keeping them up when she simply just wanted to sleep. Godric pressed a kiss against her fingertips affectionately, gently drawing away from her so that he could lie on his side next to her and wrap her in his arms. Immediately, she turned her head into his neck as she slid her side right up against his front, feeling the contours of his body press against hers pleasantly.

"I am sorry," Godric whispered against her hair as he gently traced a finger beneath the bottom portion of his bite on her breast, some beads of blood remaining in the teeth indentations.

"Don't apologize," she whispered tiredly, her accent thickening as she tried to remember how to speak in English while so far gone from the conscious world. "Je t'aime."

Godric's dead heart felt as though it truly lurched in his chest as her words. I love you. She didn't seem completely conscious that she had said them, so far into sleep that her mind was able to get the words out before she could stop them. Natural reaction. Smiling against her hair, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss against the sweaty strands, her strong scent helping to sooth the raging instincts that he had been fighting with.

Her heartbeat helped to lull him into a meditative state, not quite sleeping but still in a peaceful rest. The lights flickered on an hour later, Azura quickly turning her sleep to hide her face in his chest to escape the brightness of it. It made Godric smile when she did so, her arms wrapping around him and drawing her cool body flush against his. Godric almost trembled at the feel of her breasts pressed to his chest, causing the desires in him to stir alive once again.

It was only an hour before sunrise that Godric knew he needed to get her back to the agency and allow Eric to leave, the Viking more than likely bored out of his mind. If it had been anyone other than Godric, he would never have done such a thing. Godric gently slipped one of his shirts onto Azura and slipped her shorts back in place, all without waking the slumbering woman. When he stepped onto the balcony of his room, the entire city was covered in a thick fog, the rain finally having stopped only a short while before.

He didn't travel as quickly as he had when bringing her to the hotel, not wanting to wake her from the wind or slight chill in the air—although, she appeared to favour the cold. Eric was reclined on her bed when Godric entered flipping through a black book that didn't appear to have any name or title. Godric recognized it as a sketchbook. He remembered that Azura had several of them on her bookshelf when he had been in her room the few times.

"She drew you," Eric said in greeting, keeping his voice low so as not to wake the human in his maker's arms. Rolling off the bed in an easy, fluid movement, he allowed Godric to lay her down carefully and throw the sheets over her to allow her to continue sleeping. When he straightened, Eric held out the open book to him, allowing the smaller male to look at the sketchy, but accurate image of him. From the shirt she had drawn him wearing, it was the morning after he had first kissed her.

"She is very talented," he praised in a pleased voice, looking back down at her. However, it didn't feel right to be flipping through her sketchbook, as he understood that drawings were often personal for the artists and could act as a type of diary. "Put it back where you found it; I don't think she would be pleased to know you were looking through it."

Eric obediently did as ordered and slipped the black book back into its place in her bag before straightening up to his full, intimidating height. Godric leaned forward to press a kiss against Azura's forehead, brushing loose curls of hair from her face as he did so.

"The sun will be rising soon," Eric warned from next to the window. Godric knew that they needed to leave and reluctantly pulled away from Azura's side. He paused at the last minute though, leaving Eric to watch him curiously as he found a notebook in Azura's bag from her school and ripped a page free. Scrawling a quick note on the paper, he folded it up and slipped it into Azura's curled fingers to find when she awoke.

Azura woke to the sound of knocking on her door that morning, one of the woman's voices calling through that she needed to wake up. Azura called back tiredly in answer, curling onto her side as she tried to fall back asleep. The strange feeling of paper in her hand drew her attention though and she frowned in her half-conscious state before she remembered what had happened the night before and her eyes snapped open. In her hand was a folded paper, slightly crumpled from clutching it in her sleep.

The soreness of her breast told her that the night had not been a dream. When she pulled at her shirt to check the bite, she also noticed that it was the same shirt she had seen Godric wearing when Eric had to bring him clothes to change into. Brining the material to her nose, she smiled happily at the smell that rose from it. Godric's natural scent.

Turning her attention to the note in her hand, she unfolded the paper carefully, spotting two words scrawled in neat cursive in the center of the page.

Je t'aime.

Azura's heart felt as though it fluttered in her chest as a broad smile crossed her face. She gave a faint girlish squeal of happiness and launched herself from the bed, stumbling when she did so as the soreness between her legs was made apparent.

"Merde, that's why they say it hurts," she mumbled in pain, pressing a hand against her pelvis and leaning the other on the bed. Taking care of her sore muscles, she eased herself into clean underwear and pants, slipping a bra on underneath Godric's shirt when she decided to keep the soft linen on. Before she left her room she made sure to slip Godric's note into her sketchbook on the same page of the drawing she had done of him.

Hope you all liked the chapter, sorry that Godric had to leave it's so sad, but he'll be back. Sorry that it's seen so long since I updated, but you got sex, so…yea. ;D

French to English Translations:

Mon Ciel – my sky

Dieu – God

Merci – Thank you

Je t'aime – I love you

Merde – Damn or Damn it