It had been 4 months since she met Godric. 17,4 weeks or 121.7 days. A smile tugged at her lips as she went through all the memories they had created in the dark hours when he arose from his rest. She had started school and it was going well. People were friendly and curious and the classes were quite easy - only math was almost unmanageable. But The Dane would drag her huge load of homework down to Godric's new-built huge nest or rather mansion and whined that she was a damsel in distress and that she needed to be saved from the evil math-problems - and Godric would come help her figure it out. The Viking descendant giggled like a little schoolgirl at the though and shook her head before Camilla staring down at the cover of the book in her hands. She had been trying to read it. Note the trying because she failed bitterly.

Her mind was way too occupied to enable her to read so after reading the same lines over and over and over again - Camilla gave up. So here she was - daydreaming.

About Godric.

Once again.

The thousandth time this week or maybe more. She really couldn't keep count. He occupied her mind when she slept and after awhile he started to sneak into her daydreams as well. Doing things she wouldn't even dare mention, to her. Her host-family had often enough found her staring off into space, on the verge of drooling almost each and every time.

The steamy dreams she had, appeared shortly after the bombing in Godric's nest. After she had ingested his delicious blood.

Dreams of skin against skin, steamy kisses, heat and curious fingers. She was 15, in 2 months she would be 16. She was a freaking hormone bomb! But wasn't these constant greedy needs a bit over the top? Camilla was going crazy with need and sexual frustration was pining 3/4 parts of her time. This was torture.

She had been drinking his blood more than that one time. Godric had been adamant on that. Even though Camilla had said there really wasn't any need to since she wasn't hurt - Godric had countered with the answer that he wanted to know if she was safe, always.

So she had conceded and let him have it his way and thus The ancient teenager had her drinking his blood every second week. Maybe he got a kick out of it? The exchange honor student poundered.

After a few moments of thinking the possibility of that through, she pushed it away and decided that she was going to go ask Godric cause in all honesty, the heat always coiling in the pit of her stomach when thinking of him (thus way to often) had her panting and it was ruining every chance of getting her homework done.

So Camilla gazed out of the window by her side and was pleased to find that the sun was almost down. She got up and put the books back in place before saying goodbye to the librarian and sitting down in front of the huge building which surely was her favorite. The Library, before digging forth her cell from her pocket and dialed the number to Godric's driver and asked him to come pick her up.

The trip to Godric's nest took ten minutes and Camilla was more or less a nervous wreck when she stepped inside his mansion sized nest that never ceased to amaze her.

Unusually - almost no one was around. Only the servants were present - huffing around doing whatever servants do. What the hell right? Who has servants nowadays?

So no one was there to greet her, luckily. For they would have seen, a sickly pale Camilla with a bloody and abused bottom lip.

"Godric?" The Dane girl called out, or rather she simply mentioned his name and a heartbeat later he was standing in front of her. Worry obvious on his more than handsome face.

"What has happened dear?" He asked, lifting his hand to brush his thumb across her damaged bottom lip. A blush erupted on her cheeks as she stared to the left. Unable to answer, she mumbled something incoherently.

The frown got deeper. And his gaze fiercer, even his jaw locked in stubbornness. "What is wrong?" He inquired, worry lacing his voice.

Camilla looked down and started wrenching her hands. "I..have a serious problem!" Camilla stated, finally able to look into his eyes properly.

The Teen Vampire raised an eyebrow but kept silent. Scrutinizing her in wonder cause why was she so flustered?

"It's serious! I'm going crazy! I swear!" Camilla whined, taking his reaction as doubt.

"Well..What's driving you crazy?" He sounded curious.

Minutes filled with silence passed. Camilla staring at her pink converse All-stars and Godric staring at her face, eyebrows raised.

Finally she mumbled something. It was so low that even his vampire hearing couldn't catch it! He frowned and kept silent and yet another minute filled with silence passed.

Until Camilla had enough and came with a resigned answer:"...You..."

Godric's eyes widened and he tilted his head, staring at her blushing face. What did he do?

"What do you mean, child?"

Her heartbeat sped up. It had been slightly faster than normal and now it was racing. Godric smiled just barely noticeably, the quick thump's of her heart was an awfully nice sound.

"You! - are in my dreams.. In both unconscious and conscious! I can't focus and my mind is always occupied..by you!" Camilla ranted, too frustrated to hear how embarrassing what she had just said was. If she hadn't been this frustrated she would have blushed beet-red and hid under her bed.

Godric was taken aback and for a moment his mind was stunned and then, he took a step near her. The result was her taking two steps back. Godric raised an eyebrow and thus it continued with him stepping forward and her stepping back. Until Camilla's back hit a wall and Godric stepped closer to her, placing his arms beside her head on the wall, trapping her between him and the wall with no escape.

"You dream of me?" He mumbled, trying to hold her gaze as he asked, but she just looked to the left. Refusing to answer."What do you dream?" He asked, leaning down to nibble at her earlobe.

Camilla gasped and shook her head, unable to answer.

"Tell me." He commanded. His voice dark and somewhat sexy, boosting her heart rate up to max again. Godric nuzzled her hair with his nose, enjoying her scent. Somewhat like lemons and jasmine, and sun.

"..Perverted stuff" The teenager answered reluctantly, so obviously embarrassed. And even to the point where he could scent a slight sign of upcoming tears.

Godric let loose a sigh of relief even if he didn't have to breathe anymore. He chuckled and placed a kiss to her lips. The young girl tensed up and her eyes widened, staring at him in wonder and disbelief.

He now understood why she was so flustered. She was only 15 years old. A virgin from what his sense of smell told him. How would she know how to tackle steamy dreams and limitless sexual frustration? Godric smiled, oh he was going to help her take care of that. Oh yes, that would be amusing. So very amusing indeed.

Godric ran his cool fingers through her newly dyed black hair before pulling her into an embrace, somewhat comforting the confused and scared Dane. Him caressing her cheek and hair with his lips was calming and the race of her heart slowed as the panic she had been in before faded and sent her into an almost serenely safe.

"I promise to make you feel better, dear one, but only if you want me to."Godric mumbled, unconsciously tightening the grip around her.

The teen girl sucked in a breath and for a moment her mind was blank until she fisted her hand into his shirt and gulped slightly. Was he being serious? What was he going to do to help her? She had masturbated before, sure. Trying to satiate her needs but it hadn't helped at all. Maybe he would be solution? Camilla was just slightly frightened by this question but tilted her head up so she could meet his eyes and nodded in agreement.

Tension, although invisible, had stunned him slightly as he had asked her, and now the string snapped and relief washed through him. He pressed her up the wall and descended his lips unto her damaged ones, the taste of her blood turned all his nerves high wire and he almost growled in satisfaction as the Dane in his grasp responded his kissing though clumsily and dragged her nails across his chest in search of something.

Minutes passed, though they felt as hours. Camilla's mind had been wiped blank and her knees were giving out, thus she was clutching on to him so she wouldn't fall to the floor. Godric scooped her up into his arms and within a heartbeat she was lying in his king-sized bed, sprawled across the snow-white cold sheets. Godric smirked at the sight of her upon his bed and pounced.

Pinning her down with his larger frame, he started tracing kisses down her pale and elegant neck, enjoying her natural scent. He reached her collarbones and nipped at them affectionally, and was rewarded with a subtle yelp. He mowed to straddle her waist and quickly pulled his shirt over his head, carelessly tossing it to the floor. Godric then caressed her cheek and the cool fingers created a path down her throat, across her collarbones and at last he brushed over her childish budding chest, teasing her. Enjoying how her breath quickened at him touching her chest. It tickled a bit and his touch made her chest tingle strangely - unconsciously the teen arched her back, asking for more.

Pressing kisses to a small clothed breast, He got an 'eep' and Godric couldn't suppress the chuckle forming in his chest, she was so cute – her innocence a rare find in this time and age.

He helped her out of her top, after she hesitantly allowed him to. The teenager was blushing furiously and crossed her arms over her torso in a foolish attempt to hide herself from his gaze. Godric shook his head, his black eyes roved over her, taking in the white creamy color of her skin – unblemished and soft. "D..Don't look." Camilla whispered ,her voice a bit raspy and she could barely look at him.

"Foolish, aren't you?" The vampire mumbled as he brushed his lips against the fragile vein on her neck – and she simply looked confused. "Camilla." Her blue-grayish eyes widened at how her name sounded upon his lips, setting her heart into a frenzied racing.

"You are beautiful."

Wonder appeared on her face, and her lips parted as she for once did not know what to answer. For once – she actually believed the words that she always wrote off as lies when mentioned about her. But – Godric. Godric made her believe it – The look in his eyes made her feel beautiful.

A faint click was heard and it took a moment for Camilla's foggy mind to realize that she had heard that kind of click before. The sound of his fangs emerging - that was what the click meant.

And somehow – that was incredibly arousing. The burning in the pit of her stomach only grew with the close proximity of the two and she was almost breathless, her heart racing and somehow it felt as though she couldn't catch her breath. His fangs grazed her shoulder and low moan escaped the teenager's lips as her head fell to the side giving him better access to the fragile skin of her neck. Electricity danced up and down her body, and a throaty moan escaped the Dane as she tried to get even closer to him.

Godric chuckled darkly and his hands slid down to circle her small breast, a pleased hum sounding from his chest as the pink little nub hardened, his cool fingers hardened the the pink cherry and Camilla shivered, pleasure sparking in her nerves. He latched onto the other nipple, hardening it between his lips and beneath his tongue "Ah!" Camilla yelped and her back arched, forcing more of her pink nub to his lips, begging for more

She bucked, helplessly lost in a haze of lust - a growl was the answer and suddenly. The awareness of something hard resting against her hip made her buzz and she froze, lips parted in shock and Godric took advantage and slipped his tongue past her plump lips, caressing the wet appendage with his own, making her whine with need and he smiled victoriously as her wet appendage moved against his, initiating a battle of dominance which she vigourously fought but eventually lost, relunctantly giving in and letting him explore the wet cavern of hers.

Camilla boldly moved her hands to his hips, and nails dug into cool skin and as his fangs nicked her lip, Camilla made an involuntary motion and grazed over his hardened manhood - Godric hissed and a growl of warning sounded :" If you want me to stop, tell me now! Cause' Im not sure - Ill be able to stop myself!"

So, Im continuing this next chap . This is totally my first try on anything lemony ..ever z.z Is it bad :/? Im sorry for the long wait lovely readers, but D: School is keeping me busy , Forgive me! /puppy eyes/