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"One night of magic rush
The start: a simpel touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colours red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love
To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no"
[José González – Heartbeats (The Knife cover)]
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"Sookie – I need your help!"
She had been restlessly pacing across Eric's living room since the early morning, trying to figure out how to approach Godric with the last task on her bucket list, without sounding too desperate. But it all just felt so wrong...
Of course she had always pictured her first time to happen at just the right time, just the right place with just the right person – like probably every teenage girl did. Well – she was certain that she wouldn't want to do it with anyone else, but she had never imagined it to happen like that. That she'd have to ask him for it.
She felt pathetic for having to do this, but it was her fault all along – at least partly. All she could do now, was hoping that he'd start smiling again – this faint smile of his, she had come to crave for, during the last weeks. That his strange behavior had just been a misunderstanding. That he would be as willing to become intimate with her, as she was willing to become with him...
But all this brooding just made her even more anxious and by noon she was a nervous wreck. She had still no idea how exactly she would handle the situation, but she knew she had to come up with something soon, as Godric would awake in only about four hours...
"What happened Laura – you sound quite distressed...", the waitress noted with a concerned voice. Bless Sookie and her compassionate heart!
"I have to pretty myself up and I have no idea where to begin!", Laura exclaimed desperately, while she collapsed on the couch, her head hammering like mad. She refused to take any pain medication though, as this would affect her senses and she couldn't have that – not now. Not with what she had planned.
"Oh honey – pack a few things and just come over! My shift at Merlotte's doesn't start until 7 pm – there's still plenty of time! ", the blonde told her from the other end of the line and it was impossible not to note the relief in her voice. She had obviously already feared worse...
They agreed that Laura would bring three outfits with her and she'd help her to decide which one would be the best.
Laura was glad that she already knew where Eric hid the keys for his Corvette, otherwise the task of getting to Bon Temps, could have proven to be a problem. On the drive there she listened to the most annoying radio station she could find, to be as distracted as possible. But when she finally turned into Sookie's driveway and got out of the car, her knees were still trembling nervously.
Not even five seconds after she had closed the car door behind her, the blonde came running out of the house and helped her transporting her stuff into the living room.
"The way you sounded on the phone, I first though someone had died", Sookie joked, while she sorted the outfits and laid them neatly over the backrest of her couch, to compare them side by side. "Is it just me or is there a tendency to the color red?"
"Eric said vampires would like red", Laura tried to defend her choice of clothing, but buried her head in her hands in despair, "I knew it – I'll look like a tomato. Nobody wants a woman who looks like a tomato!"
"Relax Laura – you won't look like a tomato! All that can happen is that the bright color makes you look even paler than you already are, but that's not necessarily a bad thing", Sookie immediately tried to calm her, and when Laura looked up at her to make sure that she was sincere, she saw that she had already grabbed a black skirt with blood red rose embroidering and the corn poppy red blouse she had worn when Godric showed her his house for the first time. "I think that'll be the perfect outfit for you – just don't tell me you're prettying yourself up for Eric!?"
"Jealous?"
"What?! - NO! Are you serious?!", the blonde exclaimed and her eyes widened in horror. Laura couldn't help but smirk, seeing Sookie react so emotionally and shook her head in disbelief.
"Of course not!", she told her dryly, "It's for Godric – I thought you already gathered that... But someone will surely become interested in Eric sooner or later – you better make a move before it's too late!"
"Are you seriously telling me to hit on Eric?!", the blonde almost screeched incredulously and made a bewildered face.
"No – I merely suggest that you stop treating him as if he were your enemy, if you have feelings for him", Laura noted, trying her best to keep a straight face while she took the clothes from her hand and smiled appreciatively at her, "Thanks for calling him by the way – he was very pleased."
Sookie's still rather shocked expression turned to a sour one within seconds, her eyes slightly narrowed and her teeth gritted.
"Yeah – because this was his plan all along...", she muttered under her breath, which caused Laura to sigh. "Which shoes do you plan to wear to this?"
"Either the black heels Eric got me in Dallas, or the boots I already wear", Laura explained, happy about this change of topic and looked down to her feet. She wore the black, lace high Dr. Martens boots she had since she was 15, but as she had always cared for the leather, they looked like they were new. Of course they weren't as womanly as the heels, but she thought this would give her outfit an individual touch and make her feel a bit more comfortable.
"Hmmm – do you plan to wear tights?", Sookie asked next, eyebrows slightly furrowed and her mouth pursed in a thoughtful expression.
"Yes – wait a second", Laura requested and immediately started to search for the selection of tights she had brought with her in her purse. They were all like the one Eric had gotten for her: transparent and with only black stripes in different patterns on them.
When Laura mentioned that she dithered between one with longitudinal stripes and one with broad irregular cross stripes, Sookie pointed out that the longitudinal ones would make her legs look longer, while the cross stripes would have the opposite effect.
So of course she decided to wear the longitudinal ones.
It was beyond her how she could have forgotten about something so simple as the effect of this optical illusion, but she was quite giddy from all this decisions and at the back of her mind she was still worrying about how to approach Godric in the evening...
She probably should simply ask Eric – he would certainly know how to do this, he was an expert in this field after all and no one knew Godric better than he did. Surely he would be able to help her out...
By the time she was finally finished with everything – hair curled, subtle make up applied, clothes and Eric's necklace neatly in place – it was already five o'clock and the Viking would probably be already awake by the time she'd arrive at his mansion.
Before she took her leave, Laura thanked Sookie once again for her help and generally calm and motivating nature, which fortunately had devolved a bit upon herself and when she got into the car she was even a bit excited.
But though she managed to stay quite calm during the drive back to Shreveport, the anxiety was back at full force as soon as she arrived at Eric's mansion and she needed three attempts until she finally hit the right numbers into the security system, because her hands trembled like aspen leaves and her fingers slipped a few times.
She took a deep breath to calm her nerves before she opened the door and entered the building and stopped in the entrance hall to take another one before she went further.
She could hear someone pacing through the living room even before she reached it, but other than she had thought, it was Godric who restlessly strode back and forth, while the Viking sat calmly on the couch and eyed her intently as soon as she appeared in the doorway.
Godric stopped in his tracks when she entered the room and she felt his piercing glance resting on her, while she slowly approached the couch table. When she reached it, she stopped indecisively, not really sure if she should take a seat or not.
"Do you have plans I should be aware of?", Eric's voice suddenly interrupted the silence and she looked up in surprise when he got up from the couch to stand in front of her at his full height. "You look stunning..."
"Th-thanks...", she stuttered with a shaky voice, a bit taken aback by his serious compliment and bit on her lip, before she lowered her eyes to her shoes in embarrassment.
"You haven't done it yet", Godric suddenly voiced and though it didn't sound like a question at all, she hesitantly looked up at him and confirmed his statement with a shake of her head. He didn't need to say it, she immediately knew what he meant.
"What are you talking about?"
But Eric didn't – which obviously caused some irritation on his part. He wasn't used to be in a position like this – unaware of what was going on in his own house.
"I would like to talk to you for a moment", she told him softly, ignoring his question and her eyes scurried to Godric for a second, before she clarified, "I'd like to do this in private..."
When she watched Eric's head suddenly jerking into his maker's direction, she followed his gaze and spotted how Godric's eyes widened a fraction. As they still lingered on her, she felt an unpleasant shiver running down her spine at the horrified look he gave her. But before she even had the chance to process what was going on, he suddenly turned his attention to Eric and his expression changed. Drastically.
Within the blink of an eye, Eric lay sprawled between the remainings of the couch table, which had collapsed under this weight and splintered in two half's. The bonsai that had been resting on it, landed on the floor beside it, it's earth spread around the scene, but Laura couldn't have cared less at that moment, as her attention was focused on the two vampires before her.
Godric's teeth were elongated and he had pulled his lips back, baring them and snarling at his progeny like he would have done something terribly wrong. One of his hands was tightly gripping Eric's throat and pinning him down, while the other was risen as if he was about to strike him.
But what scared her the most, was that Eric didn't even try to defend himself. He just lay there, silently awaiting the punishment as if he would be used to this behavior!
"What the fuck is wrong with you!?", she suddenly heard herself shouting and before she knew what she did, she was beside Godric and tried to loosen his grip on Eric's throat. The look of horror the Viking shot her then, should probably have stopped her, but she couldn't simply stand by, while he was punished for whatever Godric thought he had done.
"Let go of him!", she demanded and pulled on his wrist while she stared accusingly at the boyish vampire and clarified with a bit more emphasis, "NOW!"
And to her surprise he really let go of Eric, staring at the hand which had held his progeny in place as if it wasn't part of his own body, but rather something from another world. The Viking obviously didn't intend to get up from the floor, only glaring with a blend of shock and disbelieve at his maker. When Godric finally lifted his eyes to his progeny's face, Laura could see how they softened and his eyebrows furrowed in a painful expression for a second.
And then he was gone.
She only blinked disbelievingly and stared at the spot he had stood in, silently asking Eric with her gaze what had been going on just a few seconds ago, when it finally wandered to the Viking. He only shook his head, obviously at a loss on his own and finally got up from the floor to straighten himself, casually wiping the dust, earth and wood splinters off his clothes.
"This was out of character...", Eric muttered when he concentrated his attention on Laura again, "At least out of his current character. What was this about? What did he mean earlier?"
"It has to do with the topic I wanted to talk to you about anyway", she informed him with a sigh, "Is there a place where we could speak in private?"
"My room is soundproof – follow me", he ordered offhandedly and turned his back on her before he lead her to the elevator, where he inserted another code to get to the basement. When the ding disclosed that they had arrived only seconds later, he ushered her down the hallway where he stopped for a moment and furrowed his brows.
"What?", Laura inquired and followed his gaze to one of the closed doors – the one opposite of them.
"Nothing – I had just thought he'd leave...", he only muttered, before he shook his head and opened the door they already stood in front of.
"Is he in there?", Laura asked, equally surprised and looked over her shoulder to the other room again.
"Yes."
"Can you hear him? Is he alright?"
"No – I can't. I just sense that he's in there – maker-progeny bond.", Eric explained impatiently and gestured her to follow him inside his room.
She was a bit surprised to see that it was rather plain compared to the other parts of the house. The bed of course was huge, but he was huge – so that was a necessity. There was no expensive knick-knack in there and she couldn't spot even a single electronic device. No TV. No sound system. Not even an alarm clock!
There weren't even paintings on the walls, the only thing that hung there was a single, old looking sword. It was probably his own, from his human days – or his fathers, but though she would have liked to know more about it, she wouldn't ask him now. There were more important matters to discuss.
"Talk", Eric demanded impatiently when she started to pace back and forth beside the bed he was already sitting on, thinking of how she should explain this the easiest way.
"Okay, okay", she told him and lifted her arms in a pacifying gesture, "I'll do my best to keep it short: I want to loose my virginity."
He only stared at her in stunned silence, blinking a few times with, what she'd interpret as 'disbelief' at her.
"... WHAT?!", he exclaimed finally and leaped up in shock, stopping right in front of her, which forced her to lift her head, if she wanted to keep eye contact.
"You understood me."
"Does he know? Is that what he had been talking about – that you haven't done it yet?"
"Yes and yes", she confirmed with a nod and eyed him expectantly. But instead of questioning her further he only groaned and smacked his palm to his forehead.
"And as you're you, it surely never occurred to you to inform him about the person you want to do it with", he muttered dryly which caused Laura to purse her lips sourly.
"What's that supposed to mean?", she wanted to know in a challenging voice, but continued to explain the situation a calmer tone, "But no – I didn't tell him. I wanted to see his reaction – but he didn't react at all. He only left – said he had matters to attend to..."
"It means you're an idiot!", Eric stated and his piercing glare almost startled her when he suddenly dropped his hand to reveal his face again. "He thinks you're going to ask me now!"
"What? That's ridiculous!", Laura exclaimed with a disbelieving voice, but when she gave it a thought, she had to admit it made sense. The moment she informed Eric that she wanted to talk to him in private, Godric lost it – and he had also brought the topic up before, so he probably also saw it in that context...
"Well – I'm flattered", Eric stated sourly and narrowed his eyes at her, before he turned his back on her and began pacing the same route she had taken before.
"I didn't mean it like that...", she muttered halfheartedly, when she realized that her statement had probably hurt his ego and followed his movements with her gaze.
"Just tell me what it is you wanted to talk about already!", he suddenly snapped and stopped for a moment to glare grimly at her, before he continued his restless pacing again.
"I have no idea how to tell him..."
"What? That you want to have sex with him?", Eric asked and by the way his voice sounded, she supposed he had actually meant it as a bitter joke. But when she stayed silent, he obviously realized that he'd nailed it and suddenly stopped in his tracks to stare incredulously at her.
"You want me to tell you how to do it?!", he muttered bewildered, when he realized what this was about and when she only nodded – her eyes directed at the tips of her boots in embarrassment – she could see his feet walking towards the bed again.
Yeah. In his situation she would probably also need to take a seat...
When she dared to lift her gaze again, she found him sitting on the edge of the bed, his arms resting on his knees and supporting his torso while he eyed her with a neutral face. An uncomfortable shiver ran down her back when she saw his unnervingly impassive expression and she shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the other.
She wasn't used to him acting like his maker...
"Yes – I have no idea how to tell him. I'm afraid he'll only leave again as soon as I address the subject...", she admitted and looked at him pleadingly.
"Talking will get you nowhere – this situation is past any state where you could have talked to him", Eric stated matter-of-factly, as if what he had pointed out, would be the most obvious thing.
"And how should I handle this then? You mean to tell me I should just give up on it?", she wanted to know with a disbelieving voice, "I thought you wanted us to end up like that – you were the one who always dropped such saucy remarks!"
"What I'm trying to say is, that you'll have to seduce him!", the Viking stated with an impatient voice and stood up to approach her. "That's what you prettied yourself up for, no?"
Laura only swallowed and tilted her head upwards to face the vampire towering over her with a self-conscious expression. He kept staring at her with that featureless face, until she saw him lifting his hand out of the corner of her eye.
When his fingers graced her cheek with the gentlest touch possible, her eyes widened a fraction, but even in her surprised state she noted how his expression softened and she suddenly became very aware of their situation again.
Their bodies were only inches apart, while his fingers trailed down her jawline until they gently gripped her chin. She could hear her accelerated pulse pounding in her ears when his thumb first brushed over her chin dimple, before he moved it deliberately slow over the sensitive skin of her bottom lip.
The dreams she had had about him, involuntarily came to her mind, while he slowly bent down, his own lips drawing nearer and nearer. When he stopped only an inch from her face, all she was capable of, was staring at him with big eyes while she gulped to dampen her suddenly dry throat.
"And how should I do this? I'm not exactly experienced in this field...", she heard herself mutter timidly, but Eric only chuckled and slightly shook his head.
"If he's foolish enough to reject you – come to me...", he whispered, his gaze still lingering on her lips, while she stared at him in shock. When he lifted his eyes to hers again, his intense glare stung like an electric current and a pleasant shiver ran down her spine.
Maybe the thought wasn't as ridiculous as she had claimed at first...
All she managed to produce as an answer, was a jerky nod, while she felt heat creeping into her cheeks. She had absolutely no idea why he suddenly did this, but though it confused the hell out of her, it also gave her a bit more self-confidence – which she was very grateful for.
"I should probably look for him...", she muttered and glanced down at his hand demonstratively. But before he let go of her, he slowly bent her bottom lip down with a mischievous smirk, causing it to whip back when he withdrew his arm in a sudden movement.
She stared at him in shock and bit absentmindedly on the spot his thumb had rested on just a moment ago, before she shook her head in confusion and turned her back on him to sort her thoughts. Why the hell was he messing with her now?
But she shouldn't worry about that now – it didn't matter at the moment. All that mattered was, that she found Godric and talked to him.
Or seduced him.
Or at least tried to...
With her eyes directed to the ground, she headed for the door, as she sure as hell wouldn't give him another chance to distract her...
"Take care – he is not in the best mood at the moment", Eric reminded her softly, when she had grabbed the door knob. She risked a last glance over her shoulder at the Viking, which showed her a rather concerned expression on his face. A small smile formed on her lips at that thought and she nodded at him, before she turned the doorknob and slipped through the door.
When she had closed it behind her, she leant against it for a second to take a last calming breath. Her eyes were pinned to the door across the hallway while she wondered what she would find on the other side.
Would he sit calmly on the bed and wait until it was over? – as he obviously thought she'd want to spend this special night with Eric. Or would he try to distract himself by reading or playing an instrument like she would, if she were in his position?
She decided that there was no point in pondering about those questions, as all she had to do to find out, was opening that door in front of her. Knocking on it would probably have been pointless as well, as the room behind it was certainly as soundproof as Eric's, so she would simply enter without notice.
Before she could have lost her courage she straightened her posture and headed for the door ahead of her. With a firm grip on the doorknob she opened it unceremoniously and entered the room without hesitation. Her eyes were pinned to the ground until she had closed the door behind her, to make sure that she wouldn't get cold feet as soon as she laid eyes on Godric.
But when she lifted her gaze to finally take her surroundings in, she stopped where she was and held her breath. The room was a mess – and Godric stood stiffly in the middle of it, staring at her with wild eyes, as if he would be contemplating, if he should shred her just like the wardrobe he had just punched to wooden splinters and sawdust, or not...
But when he stayed in his place just like her, she only swallowed awkwardly and allowed her eyes to silently wander from the torn clothes all around the remainings of his wardrobe, to the glass fragments on the floor. They had probably been a vase once, as there was some water and a bunch of flowers on it too. Pam had probably put them there, when she heard he'd come...
Only the bookshelves and the bed had obviously been spared from his wrath so far. To her surprise she also found her painting of him leaning practically untouched against the two lower racks. But as he apparently hadn't found her letter, it was quite useless anyway and she wouldn't have minded, if he had vented his anger on it as well.
"You should not have come here", Godric's frighteningly low voice suddenly drew her attention back to him. He still stood between the splinters of wood and littered clothes, staring at her with an unrelenting gaze. Only now she realized, that he had obviously cut his knuckles when he treated the wood, as she could clearly spot blood on his skin there.
"Why is that?", she asked softly, as she lifted her gaze to his face again and leant against the door behind her, when his piercing glare made her knees tremble – partly because it was Godric staring at her so intensely, but partly because she had to admit that she wasn't completely sure if she was safe in his presence at that moment. Eric's words were still at the back of her mind...
Without a warning he suddenly stood right in front of her – only a few inches of air between them parting their bodies – and Laura had trouble to suppress a startled yelp. He had moved so very fast that she had seen nothing at all – he disappeared on one place and reappeared just at another, as if he had beamed himself there.
When he leant forward to eliminate even the little space that had still been between them, Laura was pinned against the door with his body – his hands on either side of her head. She could hear herself sucking a sharp breath in, not really sure, if it was because of the anticipation his hungry look caused, or because of the unease she felt, as it was still totally unclear if this situation would head in the direction she hoped it would...
"Because I am not sure if I will be able to let you leave now", he whispered into her ear and while she still shivered pleasantly from his cool breath against her throat, she could hear him inhale deeply. As his torso was still pressed flush against hers, she actually could even feel him doing that – how his ribcage widened, how his shoulders lifted...
Did his statement mean that he wanted her for himself – that he wanted to have sex with her? Or did it only imply he wouldn't let Eric have her?
"I am surprised he did not take you then and there...", his raspy voice suddenly ripped her out of her thoughts and she only blinked in surprise, her eyes absentmindedly resting on the bed opposite of them. So Eric had been right – he really thought she'd ask him...
"Oh – you find me so very attractive that you wonder how he was able to resist?!", she joked halfheartedly to cover her self-consciousness, but was very aware that her accelerated heartbeat wouldn't go unnoticed by him.
It was so unfair! She was like an open book for him – easy to read – while she could only guess what was going on inside of him and at times he didn't even grant her that...
"Do not mock me!", he growled harshly and this time Laura wasn't able to suppress a squeal when he suddenly grabbed the backside of her thighs just a few inches above her knees and pulled them up on either side of his hips, his groin pressing emphatically against her with that movement. "You can feel how very attracted I am!"
Her arms had automatically wrapped themselves around his neck, when she felt herself being lifted from the ground and with that change of position, Godric's face wasn't buried against her neck anymore, but directly in front of hers now.
There was anger clearly written all over it, mixed with what probably was frustration, while she still stared at him in utter disbelief.
She could indeed feel what he was talking about and in equal shares it surprised her – because she hadn't even made a move yet – and relieved her, as nothing could have given her more evidence that he really found her physically attractive, than the bulge in his pants.
Her features softened when she realized what this revelation meant for her and her plan and she couldn't suppress a smile. But Godric obviously didn't take as much pleasure in this situation as she did, as his face distorted painfully before he averted it altogether.
"Stop smiling at me like that!", he demanded, probably trying to sound harsh, but the fact that he looked elsewhere made him quite unconvincing. She had already opened her mouth and was about to retort something, when she remembered Eric's advice to skip the talking.
Just then she felt his grip on her thighs loosen – indicating that he probably wanted to set her to the floor again – and all she could think of doing in this position, was wrapping her legs and arms even more closely around him, to have enough hold even if he really let go of her.
When he just stared at her with confusion in his eyes, she couldn't help but smile even brighter. He looked so very beautiful in that moment and the fact hat his face was mere inches from hers, made her pulse accelerate in anticipation.
Her gaze traveled from his furrowed eyebrows to his slightly narrowed eyes – silently admiring their mesmerizing color and thick lashes – down over his nose to this delicately parted lips of his. It lingered there for a while, watching them draw nearer while she slowly guided her own towards his, until she closed her eyes just a moment before their skin touched.
Though all of this happened rather fast, her heart still raced like mad in excitement, when she finally felt his lips under her own. But to her dismay the sensation didn't last as long as she would have desired.
Suddenly the support on her thighs vanished altogether and his hands shoved her shoulders back against the door instead. The rash movement had loosened her grip around his neck and she begrudgingly had to let go of his hips as well, her legs trying to find a balance on the floor again, as she was sure she wouldn't have been able to hold her bodyweight in that position with only her thighs.
She almost expected him to ask her if she had totally lost her marbles now, or tell her in a more than serious tone, that this was 'not a game' or something like that.
But he did none of that.
He only stared at her with an unrelenting gaze, his body stony like a statue.
Laura herself was a bit stiff as well, probably because his actions surprised her, as she had thought he'd want this to happen. But she supposed he was just too baffled to accept her advances so easily.
When she tried to wiggle her shoulders out of his grip, he first wouldn't let go, but when she fought more vehemently against his hold, he reluctantly withdrew his hands, while his features turned blank again.
As soon as Laura realized that her struggle against him hadn't been a little victory, as she had thought, but quite the opposite, she could have smacked herself on the forehead for her stupidity. Of course he would misinterpret her actions again...
Deciding that it was probably the best if she tried to convince him that his closeness wasn't at all what had caused her to to fight his hold on her, she slowly lifted one of her hands and tentatively reached for his face. Though he gave her a wary glare, he allowed her to touch his temple and observed her face intently while her fingers grazed softly down over his cheekbone and along his strong jawline to his chin.
She couldn't suppress a small smile when she gently took a hold of it, to tilt his head a bit downwards and to her surprise he complied without reluctance.
Again she approached him and was about to guide her lips to his, when his firmly voiced words ripping through the silence stopped her for a moment.
"If you do that now, I will not let you leave."
"Is that a promise?", she replied with a soft smirk and tilted her head to the side, eyeing him mischievously. She didn't know where all of this courage suddenly came from, but she supposed it had something to do with the fact, that he had allowed her to feel her effect on him earlier.
Her gaze wandered deliberately down to his lips – which was a quite noticeable move, as close as she was to his face. Feeling her own hot breath grazing over her skin – reflected from his – she looked up at him with determination in her eyes. "I don't intend to go anywhere else anyway", she added casually, but with a suggestive tone and drew a fraction nearer again.
Just before their lips touched, she stopped, her eyes still focused on his, which warningly stared at her, but also showed an undeniable hunger for more than just blood, that made her shiver pleasantly.
This was the line he had pointed out – the line she would cross at any moment.
And she would enjoy every single second of it...
Laura allowed her hand, which still enclosed his chin to slowly trail back the route it had taken before: along his jaw, over his cheek towards his temple. She tried to memorize the feeling of his smooth skin below her fingertips, only in a few places interrupted by the scraping of beard stubbles. With regret she realized, that she had never before touched his face with the attention it would have deserved...
From his temples, her fingers ran deliciously through his hair, over his left side to the back of his head where they brushed down towards his neck to play with his hairline.
All the while they kept their eyes locked on one another, her mouth still lingering not even an inch apart from his and her other arm wrapped loosely over his shoulder. The tension between them was almost palpable, as both of them were acutely aware where another kiss of her would lead...
"Don't reject me this time", she demanded softly but still tried to sound as confident as possible, though she knew that her slightly trembling voice probably revealed how self-conscious she was in reality.
And then she simply shut her eyes and closed the gap between them. First, her lips merely lay softly on his, enjoying the feeling of his surprisingly warm skin. But soon she started to nib gently on his bottom lip, hoping this would encourage him to finally break out of his stupor.
When he didn't show any intention of responding to her advances, a frustrated growl escaped her mouth. Why did he have to make this so hard for her? Hadn't he said he wouldn't let her go if she kissed him? Didn't that mean that he'd stop to hold back so annoyingly!?
Determined to coax a reaction out of him, she became even bolder and pressed her body flat against his, while she simultaneously wrapped her arm more closely around his shoulder. Her other hand gently massaged the nape of his neck, running her fingers through his hair in circling movements.
She desperately hoped, he would finally respond to the kiss, when she allowed her tongue to glide along his upper lip. It felt extremely awkward doing all of this, while he kept totally impassive – it almost felt as if she were molesting him, which wasn't a very comfortable thought. Not at all.
Just when she was already contemplating to give up, a sudden low growl rumbled from the mouth beneath her own and the next thing she knew was, she had been lifted and pinned against the door again. Her eyes opened in surprise, staring at the closed ones in front of her, while her arms clung tighter to his neck to have a better hold. She only got a brief glimpse of Godric's slightly furrowed eyebrows, before she shut them again with a relieved sigh. His irregular breaths mingled with her own now, sending pleasant shivers from the skin they touched, down to other regions of her body.
When his mouth finally opened to respond to her kiss, it wasn't at all careful and slow like she would have expected. As considerate and gentle as he usually was, she would have thought he'd take it (irritatingly) slow and handle her with kid gloves.
She was positively surprised when his tongue entered her mouth almost fiercely to explore it with passionate strokes. Only subconsciously she realized that a heated moan escaped her throat as soon as she tasted him for the first time and she was breathless for a second when their tongues touched.
There wasn't anything prominent she could have compared his taste with – probably because his diet was so very unvaried and who knew when he had his last meal? – but she realized in that very moment that she never wanted to miss it again.
She felt him shifting his weight once more, pressing her even harder against the door with his body, before one of his hands started to travel the back of her thigh down to her knee pit. A shiver ran through her when he took the time to caress the spot for a moment and she just barely managed to suppress a moan, before he trailed his fingers further down her leg to her calves. She didn't really comprehend what he was up to – his lips and tongue were quite distracting after all – until she felt him opening the zipper of her boot, immediately ridding her of it and only a moment later the second one followed suit.
When his hands returned to her thighs to steady her again, she was very aware that he didn't place them over her skirt like before, but slipped below it, running his fingers upwards over her tights. She released a stuttered breath when he reached her bottom and she could have sworn she felt him smirk against her mouth, before he gave it a gentle squeeze, which caused her to yelp in surprise.
Their kiss had become less forceful but still seemed to hold all the tension that had built between them over the last weeks and months. Now that the initial surprise about his sudden response was gone and she could fully concentrate on the feeling of his lips, tongue and blunt teeth against hers, it felt even more intense than before.
She was so engrossed in their kiss, she didn't even realize that he stopped pressing her against the door and carried her towards the bed instead. Only when she felt the comforting softness of the mattress underneath her, she became aware of their change of scenery.
When he parted from her lips a moment later, she groaned grudgingly and regarded him with a confused gaze, but he was too busy with her tights to perceive it. She felt how his fingers sneaked underneath the waistband and watched in stunned silence, as he pulled it unceremoniously down over her legs.
Her gaze briefly flickered to the garments, when he threw them heedlessly to the floor beside the bed and her eyes involuntarily widened in surprise. There weren't only her tights lying in that small heap – she could definitely see a glimpse of the black lace panties that matched the bra she wore at the moment...
But before she could have moved her butt to confirm her suspicion, Godric was already on top of her again and captured her mouth with another breathtaking kiss, ridding her of every thought that might have come to her mind beforehand.
And honestly – who cared if she still wore her panties or not? Sooner or later they would have ended on the floor anyway...
AN: Hey there ;) this one turned out to be a little shorter than the last ones - I hope you don't mind ^^' but I think it would be a good idea to change perspectives again - after all Laura isn't the only one who had been waiting for this moment for ... well, long :D
A huge thanks to those wonderful people who left me their impression of the last chapter ;) sammiesealface, downbelowgirl, S. Rune, Pelawen Night, ManchesterPride, Death flower 9625, Blond4ever, galwidanatitud, Jmck22, Anjelline, Reina434, smilin steph and Arenola I really appreciate that you took the time to review! thanks sooo much guys :*
at ManchesterPride: I'm glad you iked the story at least partly l^^' but I'm afraid the point you're criticizing is a very important one - their inability to communicate their feelings and fears is what keeps the tension between them.
And I also have to defend Laura a bit here: she's done some (really) stupid things in the past, but I don't think that this hidden letter idea even makes it into her top 10. You have to remember that she may be twenty by now, but she has almost no romantic experience (absolutely none if we leave those few days with James out) and generally lacks in the interpersonal department because her parents were overprotective after her first operation and more or less kept her at home.
With such a background - where should she have gotten the courage from, to really approach the person she had till of late been convinced sees her only as a friend? Of course her condition is a motivator - but keep in mind that out of her perspective there is also the possibility to severely damage the relationship she already has with Godric even further, if she's really straight forward and he isn't interested in her. She isn't very keen on risking that - as important as he is to her...
And ... I've made the experience that you often don't really act rationally (or like an adult) when you're in love. Sometimes you make really ridiculous moves - but who knows, maybe that's exactly what's needed in that situation ;)
I also updated the playlist on youtube if you're interested ;) you'll find it if you look for 'Painting on the wall' and filter it - my name is pretty much the same there ;)
Thanks for reading - I hope you liked the chapter ;) I'll try to write as fast as possible, but as the next chapter will be out of Godrics POV it will probably be a bit trickier... especially with this topic ^^' This will definitely be challenging ...
Till next chapter
~ Orange