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"And her hair, in a fine mist
Floats on my pillow,
Reflecting the glow
Of the winter moonlight.

She is soft, she is warm,
But my heart remains heavy,
And I watch as her breasts
Gently rise, gently fall,

For I know with the first light of dawn
I'll be leaving,
And tonight will be
All I have left to recall.

Oh, what have I done,
Why have I done it,
I've committed a crime,
I've broken the law."

[Simon & Garfunkel – Wednesday morning 3 am]

...

He was everything but proud of his behavior. First he lost control and attacked Eric – his son, the only person he had ever truly been able to call his companion – then he ended up ruining half of the furniture in his room.

And why? Because he felt betrayed? Because he found it unfair that Laura would prefer his progeny over him?

Who the fuck was he – a newborn who just crawled out of the earth the other night, unable to control his desires?!

He had acted impulsive and idiotic – such a behavior could have cost his life in another situation. Not to mention how humiliating it was to loose his composure in front of Laura...

It was little short of a miracle, that she was indeed lying underneath him now, moaning and leaning into his touches, despite his behavior this evening and it still confused him to no end.

When she entered his room only a few minutes ago, she had immediately stopped in her tracks as soon as she realized the state it was in. She took his appearance and the torn pieces of what was left of the furniture around them, with a look of utter shock on her face in, and for a moment he had been certain he had lost her for good.

How she reacted then, leaning against the door with trembling legs and meekly asking him why he thought she should not have come to him, had only fueled his desire to have her and he knew he had to make her leave soon, or he would not be able to hold himself back any longer.

Eric had been right – she looked indeed stunning this evening...

Her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders and the subtle make up she had applied, just made her eyes and lips even more prominent and enticing. He recognized the blouse she was wearing – he had seen her several times in it – but it never clung as lovely to her curves as it did in that moment, making it obvious that their separation had done her good and she had gained weight – and in just the right places if he might add...

To say that he was annoyed by her mocking statement, after he voiced his surprise about the fact that his son hadn't immediately accommodated her request, would have been an understatement. But still he had no right to act as rash as he had done and he was still astonished that she seemed to forgive him such a move that easily – if she ever had been mad about it at all...

She had caught him totally off guard when she suddenly touched her lips to his. He had expected her to argue with him, to demand an apology for how he had treated Eric or something of that sort. Never in a million years, would he have thought she would have come to his room to kiss him!

Had he been prepared for it, he would definitely have reacted differently, but in that situation he could not help but shove her back against the door, providing space between them to establish more room to think clearly – as it was literally impossible to do so when she was so close.

To be honest – he had no idea how he managed to do even that, but he was glad that his self control decided to resurface at that very moment, otherwise (!) this could have ended very bad...

He was aware that Eric must have touched her at some point, as her face and especially her lips still had his scent on them. But he was almost certain, that he had refrained from kissing her – for whatever reason.

Was it possible that he had rejected her because of him – because he knew exactly how he felt for Laura? And if so, what did this mean for him? Was it enough for him to merely be her second choice?

Only a soft touch to his temple, slowly sliding down his cheek and gliding along his jaw to his chin ripped him out of his thoughts and he finally became aware of the beautiful woman in front of him again. But when she approached his lips once more, he could not help but growl a warning.

"If you do that now, I will not let you leave."

He regretted it as soon as it had passed his lips, but it still had to be done – it was the right thing to do. She deserved to know what she was getting herself into. It was all the more surprising when she did not back away as he would have thought, but – on the contrary – only smirked and made a challenging remark that almost caused him to loose control over his facial expression and quirk an eyebrow at her.

This second kiss had been approached much slower, it was more deliberate and almost teasing – and confused him, to say the least.

He had been convinced that she was after his son, that she had asked about his relationship with Pam, because she was interested in becoming involved with him herself. But this straight advance – the second one within a few minutes of that sort! – threw him off the track.

How he had been able to remain impassive while she moved her lips so deliciously against his own, was beyond him – he supposed he was just too surprised to act at first. It was everything this sorry excuse for a kiss they had shared in Paris, had lacked – and more. Gentle but at the same time passionate, with a certain edge of impatience and unhidden hunger for more, that made him ache with the need to accept her wordless offer.

But every thought of him skidded to a halt, when he felt her tongue glide teasingly over his lip. It was as if he had been struck by lightning – his whole body was suddenly hyperaware of her touches, as if this one almost innocent lick of her had caused a sensory overload. Her fingers massaging his neck, her arm draped around his right shoulder, her lovely tongue caressing his lips – he would have had to be a monk not to react to that, and he had never been particularly fond of the idea of celibacy, even if one could have argued that he lived exactly like that for a while now…

But that had less to do with an active suppression of sexual desire, than with the simple fact that he just had not been in the mood – or had not deemed anybody worth the effort for that matter.

Needless to say that his priorities had adapted since he met Laura...

So it was – at least for him – no surprise that he immediately pinned her against the door as soon as she brushed her sneaky tongue over his lip, supporting her weight with his hands on her thighs. It was music to his ears, when a soft moan escaped her, as his own entered her mouth and though he probably acted rather rough – exploring every tiny part of it as if he wanted to catch up on the months (!) he did not have the chance (or guts) to do so – she responded with equal fervor.

And Gods did she taste divine – like all he could ever have longed for, sweet like honey but still somehow spicy, stirring a fire inside of him he had long deemed dead. The fact that she did not behave passive at all in this play of tongues, caused him to grip her hips even harder and he had to be careful not to cross the line. It would be entirely too easy to hurt her or leave bruises on her unblemished skin – and that was the last thing he wanted.

When he finally managed to concentrate long enough, to rid her of her shoes, he could not help but sneak his hands under her skirt – he had to feel more of her, even if tights were still covering her wonderful skin.

Oh how he enjoyed the feeling of her thighs under his fingers, the twitching of her muscles when his hands trailed just a bit higher again. The startled yelp that escaped her throat as he finally reached her bottom, even caused him to smirk against her delicious lips.

And that was about the last conscious move, before her next moan prompted him to carry her towards the bed, as if he had been remotely controlled. As soon as he had laid her down, he parted briefly from her, registering her slightly flushed and confused face only in passing, before his fingers sneaked into the waistband of her tights and underwear.

Would he have been in his right mind, he had surely moved slower – or at least asked for her permission beforehand! But all he could think of in that moment, was how lovely her naked body had appeared in the moonlight, just before she dipped into the water all these weeks ago in Iceland and how he longed to see this creamy skin again...

He needed to get rid of the clothes she still wore as fast as he could, even if he received a rather shocked glare from Laura for this move. For only a split second, alarm bells rang in the back of his mind, telling him that he had done something horribly wrong and that he should have thought about his moves, before he acted them out. But his body seemed to have a mind on its own, not caring for those nagging thoughts and just anxious to finally feel her lips under his again.

Fortunately this was apparently the right thing to do in this situation, as Laura immediately responded to the kiss and even clawed her fingers into his hair as if she feared he would change his mind again.

As if he could have parted from her lovely lips even if he wanted to...

He did not know how long they delved into their kiss, before Laura took the initiative on her own and began to unbutton his shirt with eager fingers – he had lost every sense of time by then. But even though she went about the task quite hastily, it still took too long for his liking and he simply ripped it open with one vigorous pull of his hand. The remaining buttons flew about the room and he heard them clattering to the floor in a stormy rhythm, while he shrugged the redundant garment off his shoulders.

Laura glared owlishly at him and blinked perplexedly for a few times, before her eyebrows furrowed and she scrunched her nose delightfully. She obviously disapproved of his way to speed things up and was just about to voice her displeasure, when he silenced her with another fervent kiss.

As lovely as her voice was and as passionately he usually listened to everything she had to say, he lacked the patience to allow such an interruption now. He needed to feel more of her velvety skin – taste more of her than just her lips and the sooner he managed to sate this desire, the better.

When he felt the tentative touch of her delicate fingers brushing over his pectoral tattoo, he could not help but grin into her delicious mouth and he nipped encouragingly on her bottom lip. As she had never made a secret of it, he was very much aware of her fascination for his tattoos and it was embarrassingly comforting to know, that there was at least this one aspect, Eric would not be able to impress her with.

He was hungrily kissing his way along her jaw, when he felt her fingertips ghosting over his chest, describing tantalizing circles around his nipples before one finally brushed the already oversensitive tip.

A surprised gasp escaped his throat, not because he had not expected her to touch him like that, but more for the intensity of his body's reaction. His fangs had involuntarily dropped down and the bulge in his pants pressed almost painfully against the confines of his pants, while Laura – either oblivious to the effect her caresses had on him, or ruthlessly taking advantage of the situation – brushed her fingers repeatedly over the same maddening spot.

His forehead dipped to rest on her jawbone, while his nose brushed her jugular vein whenever he forced himself to exhale. Laura's enticing scent filled his sensitive nose with every breath he forced himself to take in order to calm down, capable of simultaneously soothing and exciting him, but surprisingly overall helping him to keep himself in control.

Her hands were slowly wandering lower, tracing his abdominal muscles as if she wanted to memorize their outlines. Oh how he ached to touch her in kind, to cup her lovely breasts in his palms and cause their rosy tips to rise…

Gritting his teeth he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep this urge at bay and merely grazed the tip of his nose up and down the column of her trustingly bared throat. It was tempting him to just sink his teeth into her soft skin and take a few gulps of her enlivening blood, but he knew that even if she would forgive him such a move, he could not be claiming the same about himself.

But his most significant desires lay elsewhere at the moment anyway…

He enjoyed Laura's soft caresses, savoring every touch and committing them to memory, while he trailed gentle kisses down her throat. It was harder than he would have thought, to restrain himself from stripping her further – at least for a few more minutes – but when her fingers reached and followed the trail of soft hair, leading from his navel down into the waistband of his pants, his self control was no more.

Something in the back of his mind screamed to be cautious, to do everything but ripping her clothes open, but his body would not listen and his fingers had already sneaked their way to the front of her shirt before anyone or anything could have stopped them, and tore the fabric apart. Again he could hear the distinct sound of buttons clattering to the ground, but all he could concentrate on was the sight in front of him.

Laura's hands had unintentionally been shoved aside when he opened her shirt, and they hovered stiffly near his shoulders now, frozen in midair. His own were still clutching at the red cloth and although he saw her shocked expression when his eyes briefly scurried to her face, he hurriedly began to slip the fabric down her arms, causing her to lower them to the mattress in the process. When he finally extricated the shirt from beneath her body, he only added it hastily to the mounting pile of clothes on the floor beside of him.

This time he did not immediately seek the taste of her inviting lips again, but sat back on his heels to take her in – absorb the sight in front of him.

One knee beside each of her thighs he was straddling Laura, and whereas her eyes were still wide, there was no such thing as fear of uncertainty to discern. Her expression seemed rather curious and fascinated than doubtful, which only fueled his urge to expose even more of her skin.

His eyes roamed hungrily over the luscious mounds and valley of her chest, absorbing how the dark fabric of her bra cupped and supported them perfectly, how her ribcage lifted and lowered itself in time with her gradually accelerating breaths – and how this damned necklace she had received from his son moved along, constantly reminding him of his influence and Laura's preference for him.

He forced the urge down, to simply rip the offending trinket off, and actually took the time to open its clasp before he removed it to drop it on the pile of clothes. An apprehensive cry escaped Laura's lips when he did so, but when she saw that it landed securely on the cotton fabric of her shirt, she released a relieved breath, before her attention turned to him once more.

She hung on that piece of jewelry and as she was generally rather uninterested in the monetary value of things, it was certainly the fact, that it was his son's gift, that made it important for her...

Godric briefly closed his eyes and took a calming breath to get rid of this conclusion, before he finally touched his fingertips softly to the delicate skin of her hips. He started just above the waistband of her skirt and slowly grazed upwards along her sides, all the while capturing her intrigued gaze with his own.

When he finally reached the fabric of her bra, he paused for a moment, waiting for a reaction or any sign for him to stop, but when Laura's eyes remained unwavering and almost challenging, his hands dipped under her body to the center of her back, where he knew the clasp to be.

She immediately bent her spine to give him better access and as innocent as this simple movement was, it caused a pleased purr to resonate from his chest and a small smile to appear on his lips.

With subtle fingers he opened the clasp and brushed the straps down her shoulders, dragging the rest of the cloth with them, when he pulled them further down along her arms and finally discarded it altogether, dropping it to the floor like all her other garments.

The bandage around her left upper arm, he had recognized before, when he stripped her from her shirt, was even more prominent now. But as he knew it only hid a tattoo, he did not pay it too much attention and concentrated more on the two beautifully formed breasts in front of him.

He was aware of Laura's accelerated heartbeat, as well as the fact that her nipples were already erect without any physical attention from his side yet. Her scent had subtly changed as well, from the usual smell of sunlight fields to something heavier, more like a ripe and juicy fruit, waiting to be devoured. The thought alone caused his body to shiver in delight and anticipation...

His gaze hastily sought her hers, making sure that she was comfortable with what he was about to do, before he bent over her delicate body to lean on one elbow, while the fingertips of his other hand slowly brushed a trail from her cleavage to the already erect peak of her right breast.

When a soft moan escaped her lips at his touch, he felt his own chest vibrate in a delighted purr again, before he closed two fingers around her nipple and began a careful variation of teasingly light brushes and careful pinches.

Laura's breaths became heavier and her moans and sighs increased in frequency as well as volume. To keep the attention to her breasts balanced, Godric's head dipped to her collarbone, whence he kissed his way downwards to her other one, taking the time to circle his tongue deliciously around its peak, before he closed his lips around the sensitive skin and deliciously sucked on it.

He could hear Laura gasp in surprise and pleasure, and felt how she automatically parted her thighs before the scent of her hit him like a tidal wave. Holding his breath, he paused a moment to collect his thoughts and keep in control of his actions, but his interrupted caresses seemed to encourage the woman beneath him to action, making it even harder to resist his desire to immediately bury himself into her.

Without any forewarning he suddenly felt her trembling fingers fumble at the button that held his pants in place and his head whipped upwards in shock, obviously startling her, because her movements promptly stopped and she inhaled a sharp breath, while her eyes stared widened at his face and her already rosy cheeks turned an even darker shade.

"I'm sorry – is this too fast?", her slightly high pitched voice suddenly ripped through the tense silence between them. "You were the one who ripped our clothes off!", she reminded him in a slightly defensive tone, "I just thought we've waited long enough – time to speed things a bit up, no?"

Oh, if she only knew just how long he had waited for this…

"If you are so eager to proceed, I will not stop you", he told her with an air of calmness, he himself was surprised at mustering, "Just be sure this is what you want, because you are about to cross the point of no return..."

"I thought we already crossed that when I kissed you the second time", she pointed out, and a slight smirk appeared on her lips while one of her eyebrows arched in a challenging manner. He felt his own mouth curve into a small smile and watched as her features relaxed again, how her mesmerizing eyes lost their playful edge and became softer.

This time he did not flinch, when her hands started to move again, but kept his torso steadily leaning on his elbows, observing the way she looked at him – deeply, trustingly, longingly – while she opened his pants and sneaked her fingers in the waistband of his shorts.

She could have fooled him in that moment – had he not known that Eric would have been her first choice, he would have believed that it was really him she wanted – his touch she wanted to feel, his skin she wanted to taste, his arms she wanted to reach completion in.

Her gaze seemed intent on telling him about all the things she would be willing to do for him, all she would be ready to sacrifice just to be at his side – now, tomorrow, in the future…

It was indeed tempting to take the bate, to just blindly believe and unbottle these feelings, which had been perfectly concealed under the pretense of simple friendship for months.

But he could not do that to himself.

He admitted he had adapted some quite masochistic traits as of late, but fooling himself like that would raise his niveau of self-destruction to a whole new level. He had to make sure that at least a part of the barrier between them remained, that he would not put too much feeling into his actions, otherwise he would pay badly for it...

Her tongue flickering briefly over her bottom lip to dampen it before her incisors clamped it between them, distracted his train of thoughts and redirected his attention back to reality. When the fingers buried in his waistband struggled to wiggle both garments down at once, he quickly righted his position and took the task in his own hands, giving Laura not even the time to blink, before he was crouching completely naked over her.

He observed how her gaze immediately dropped to his manhood, eyes widening a fraction, before it scurried back to his face, coloring her cheeks a lovely shade of red in the process.

"I have no idea how you're going to fit, but I'm eager to learn", she whispered with a blend of curiosity and anticipation clearly written over her face. Her bottom lip was already trapped between her teeth again, but one corner of her mouth was slightly arched, forming a shy smirk, while her eyes observed him expectantly, obviously waiting for his next move.

He was amazed how collected his thoughts still were, despite the fact that there was now only one layer of fabric separating him from her already very ready core. Her tantalizing scent clouded his senses and told him with its rich note, how slick and prepared she doubtlessly already was. He would have thought he had lost control by now and given way to his desires without a second thought, but on the contrary – his mind seemed suddenly crystal clear.

All he obviously had to do was reminding himself of his place. No wonder that worked so well – the thought really was sobering…

It was nothing new that most women – and men for that matter – preferred his blond, well-built son if they had the option to choose between the two of them. He supposed he even looked somewhat pitiful beside the Viking at times and as they had spend most of Eric's life side by side, the majority of their prey – amorous or tasty – came to encounter them in tandem and were almost always too impressed by his sons impressive stature and looks, to give him a second glance.

Over the years, Godric had become accustomed to taking the second billing to the Viking, but as he treasured their relationship more than anything else, it was not exactly hard for him to accept that the blonde was generally preferred, as long as he knew that he came first and foremost for Eric.

But now his son's charming and womanizing nature came between him and Laura and he had to remind himself, that said son had not actively pursued a romantic relationship with the woman beneath him, otherwise he would undoubtably have accepted her offer – and therefore not have been able to escape his wrath…

"Penny for your thoughts?"

And again Laura's lovely voice ripped him out of his reverie and caused him to concentrate on the then and there instead. Her brows were furrowed in concern and her luscious breasts were – thanks to her slightly raised posture – on full display. Her torso rested on her elbows, but her spine remained arched, not bowed, while her head was subtly tilted to the left, as if inspecting him from another angle would help her to read his thoughts.

"Nothing of importance", he only muttered and allowed his fingers to rest on her hipbones again. This time however, they did not venture upwards, but downwards, first opening the zipper on her right side, then sneaking under the silken fabric of her skirt, before he removed the last cloth that still parted them.

It was neither a very skilled nor an exactly passionate move, but in the end Laura was naked nonetheless – and he had to admit, she had never been more beautiful…

Before he knew it, he was bent over her wonderful body, trapping her with an elbow on either of her sides, while his mouth dipped down to litter the valley between her breasts with kisses and gentle caresses of his still elongated teeth. She wiggled beneath him, not trying to withdraw herself, but leaning into his touches, while he gradually moved lower.

He worked his way down over the milky surface of her belly, exploring her navel with his tongue, but when the first traces of pubic hair tickled his lips, he was suddenly shoved backwards and her thighs squeezed tightly shut beneath him.

When his probably a bit puzzled gaze found Laura's, her lips were forming a tight line and an almost glowing blush colored her cheeks.

"I'm not ready for this kind of intimacy", she muttered apologetically and bit her lip in embarrassment.

"Believe me, you would enjoy it", he assured her gently, while he tried to sneak his fingers between her knees to part her legs again. But in vain – Laura kept them stubbornly clamped together.

"I don't doubt that – but I'd rather feel you – I mean really feel you…", she explained, turning even redder before she continued, "I'm no expert, but I think I'm already quite ready! There's no need for your tongue down there..."

Carefully observing her flushed appearance, Godric considered her words for a moment before he replied. "You may be right about being ready, but it would help you relax – which could not hurt, especially as this is your first time..."

A disbelieving snort escaped her throat before she shook her head stubbornly. "I doubt I could relax, when I'm uncomfortable with the mere thought of you doing that. And now stop talking and start acting – damnit!"

Her voice had been laced with frustration at her last sentence and one of her hands boxed down on the blankets she was lying on, in an angry fist. Without another word she parted her thighs again in a wordless invitation, tilting her head and glaring at him in a challenging manner – despite her darkening cheeks.

He could understand that she was frustrated if she really thought he would not give her what she wanted – he would be the second man to reject her that night, if that were the case. Under different circumstances he would probably have found the situation amusing, but as he could relate to what she felt right now, he only sighed wearily.

This whole affair would be so much easier, if he just did not feel so much for her. He could simply sate their desires and be done with it – no strings attached, maybe try this 'friends with benefits' concept or something like that – but he was pretty sure that he could not just go back to the already established fragile relationship they had. He would certainly hope for more…

… but that was something he should worry about later on…

It was all too easy to forget his doubts when he took the sight in front of him in once more. Laura's torso was propped onto her elbows again, her thighs still parted invitingly and flanking his sides while she observed him with mild concern. A light sheen of sweat coated her skin and caused it to shimmer in the lamplight, accenting her gorgeous curves. Her lips were slightly parted, forming a voiceless 'oh' and before he knew it, he had closed the space between them and sealed them with his own.

Eager fingers immediately found their way into his hair and on his back, grabbing onto him and holding him in place. But his own did not remain still either, resuming their earlier task of caressing her breasts instead. Her moans and sighs were addicting, eliciting heated growls from him in return, and when he allowed one of his hands to wander lower, her voice became rawer, more animalistic making something scream for more of this pure sound.

He shivered in pleasure when he finally dipped his fingers between her folds and could not suppress a grin when an overwhelmed cry escaped Laura's throat, leaving her breathless for a moment. Savoring the slick feeling beneath his skin, he started to work his digit in tantalizingly slow movements up and down, alternating between gently pressing onto her flesh and barely touching her at all.

When their kiss was interrupted by her breaths and moans in increasing frequency and he could feel her muscles clench in turn with his motions, he made sure to pay extra attention to her entrance, circling his finger around it and applying pressure just at the right spots, but not really dipping into her. It was only a matter of time until-

"Stop teasing me!", she suddenly hissed after she had parted just long enough from his lips to take a quick breath, "I want to feel you – inside of me – now!" Her lust clouded eyes fixated him with a fierceness he would not have considered possible and he felt a smirk forming on his lips when he considered how demanding she had just sounded.

"Oh is that so? How strongly do you want that?", he asked in a deliberately deep tone and observed with a pleased growl, how her body trembled beneath him, merely stimulated by his voice. Her eyes were wide and surprised, probably taken aback by his challenging mood.

"Very bad", she suddenly whispered and bit on her lip before her gaze dropped to his collarbone to escape his own, "Please, Godric..."

He may have only been her second choice, but if she asked like that – with this honest, almost desperate need in her voice – he could probably live with it…

Without taking the time to utter another word, he positioned himself between her still spread thighs, brushing the tip of his throbbing member slowly up and down her labia to bath it with her juices and savored the feeling of her wet sex.

Laura's legs were already entwining his hips and trying to coax them into movement with gentle nudges of her shanks. But Godric took the time to settle above her first, trapping her beneath his body with his elbows on either side of her shoulders.

He carefully brushed a few loose strands of her damp hair out of her face and glanced questioningly at her. A small smile appeared around the corner of Laura's mouth, before she merely nodded and one of his arms reached down to grab her hip, gently coaxing her to change their angle. Without hesitation she immediately followed his instruction and shifted her position until he held her in place.

And then he dove inside her with one swift motion, filling her to the brim.

Her eyes widened in surprise and a small whimper escaped her throat, but there were neither tears nor any other traces of pain on her face. When her lids fluttered close, his did the same, allowing him to fully concentrate on the overwhelming sensation of her wet core around his cock and he released a deep, throaty growl, before he slowly withdrew himself, only to penetrate her once more – harder, faster.

Her breaths were accompanied with hungry moans as he established a steady rhythm, but he could hardly concentrate on it when she began to move her hips in kind. Everyone of his thrusts was met with a tilt of her hips, while her muscles clenched his member in pulsating beats, making it more difficult to contain himself with every move.

But Laura seemed equally affected, arching her spine and brushing the tips of her breasts against his chest in that process. She hissed in pleasure at the friction and deliberately repeated the movement, while he allowed himself to penetrate her even deeper than before and relished the rough moan the motion elicited from her.

When he knew that she was not far from completion anymore, he grabbed her shoulders to keep her in place, while he increased the tempo of their blissful motions. Her head rolled sideways at one of his harder thrusts, baring her throat to him and hypnotizing him with the throbs of her pulse.

He had been able to keep the ache for her delicious blood at bay so far, but this action – if deliberate or entirely innocent he was not sure – made it almost impossible for him to resist and when he felt her muscles clench around him in the telltale rhythm of her impending climax, he was not able to control himself any longer and buried his fangs in her jugular vein.

He came almost instantly – simultaneously with the taste of the first drop of life on his tongue – and if the uncontrolled spasms he could feel around his member were any indication, Laura reached her peak at the same moment. Gently moving a few more times inside of her until he could feel relax around him again, he savored the feeling of her blood slowly dipping down his throat and fueling him with life until he found the strength to part from her.

Only when he finally lifted his head to look at the woman beneath him, he realized that something was amiss.

Laura's face did not display the sated and serene expression he would have expected, but seemed rather pained. There may not have been tears, but her eyebrows were furrowed in a devastated look and she refused to meet his eyes, staring sideways at the blanket beneath them instead.

He was just about to apologize for biting her in such a vulnerable moment, for taking advantage of her state – which was undoubtably the cause for her upset mood now – when the door burst open to reveal his son and in a blur of movements he was standing at the foot of the bed.

"What did you do!?", he bellowed furiously – not wasting the time to apologize for his intrusion – and rounded the bed, probably trying to get a better look at the scene. But when he spotted the bite marks on Laura's neck his eyes widened in a blatant expression of shock, he had seldom seen on his son before, making Godric's stomach twist in horror.

"How could do that!? FOR FUCKS SAKE – she's not just a mere donor!"

AN: hey there :) I'm sooo sorry, that it took me so long, but I really had motivation problems with this one. I have a lot of other stuff going on that keeps me busy, so there is not much time and I honestly wasn't motivated to write very often – which made matters worse... It really wasn't easy to write and I'm absolutely not sure if I did a decent job, but that's all I can manage for the moment -_- changed the rating to M btw...

A big thanks to: Tlynnson, himmelblauesBluetenblatt, sammiesealface, Royal Ember, S. Rune, galwidanatitud, Henbird, Pelawen Night, Arenola, Blond4ever, TheTruffalo, Guest, downbelowgirl and Reina434 – you guys are the best and if it weren't for you, it would probably have taken another few months before I forced myself to write this chapter ^^'

at the Guest: I'm really sorry it took me so long – but as you already mentioned: real life can be a pain sometimes -_-

I hope the next chapter won't take me that long, but I cant promise anything, I'm sorry :/ … I hope you're still interested enough in the next few (we slowly approach the end of this story btw) chapters to tolerate the delays ^^'

Thanks for reading and I hope some of you will leave me a few words of feedback on this one ;)

Best wishes
~ Orange