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Smooches

~Momo

Chapter Three: The True Meaning of Home

As we laid in front of the fireplace enjoying the last minutes of the evening, we said nothing to each other. We were both enshrouded by a beaver fur blanket, and our naked bodies laid side-by-side. Suddenly, I turned over and saw him drifting off to sleep.
"Hey, bilie nu ura (wake up). You can't be falling asleep in here; the sun's almost up." I whispered softly into his ear, nudging him. He stirred and then looked into my eyes.
"I know, but you know how I like to bask in the afterglow after we make love."He sighed giving me a passionate kiss on the cheek. He flipped me onto my stomach and began kissing the skin on the back of my neck. I shuttered at the feeling.
"Well, mmm-did you like it?" I asked coyly as I felt his soft and skilled lips and tongue go lower and lower. He moaned quietly and began to softly caress the sensitive skin of my ass.
"I loved it. You're so good at what you do, you know?" Suddenly I got an odd feeling and had to ask him this question.
"Marcus, do you love me?" I asked quietly. He stopped his actions and brought our faces closer. "He rubbed my cheek.
"Of course I love you. You know, for the past ten years I've been worried sick about you! I heard that you were living alone!" I gave him a look of disgust.
"Do you honestly think that I, the vampire queen of this state, would be in danger? Trust me, I can handle my shit." I mused. He chuckled hardily and gave me another passionate kiss. I accepted it, but it made me feel so dirty internally.
"So, my love, shall we retire to the coffins now?" He asked. I sleepily nodded my head, and he picked me up, carrying me to the bedrooms downstairs.
This whole situation, for once has made me feel like I'm… cheating on Haru, and I've never felt that way with the other people I've slept with in outside of our relationship. Maybe it's because I still harbor feelings for Marcus, and I didn't have any for those other people. Maybe I still don't know who I am truly in love with.

Haru POV

I hated when she didn't come home. I hated lying alone in bed at night, waiting for her to either finish up with one of her clients or just waiting for her to come home in general. I loved being with Naomi, and it hurts me to not be with her.

This morning, before I rushed out of the door to my psychology class, I was saddened. The counter was unusually empty. Before the sun rises, Naomi would always write a little note to jumpstart my day and keep me pumped because she couldn't see me during the day. Oh how I cherished every message ranging from "Kick-ass at your fencing meet" to just plain old "I love you". But today there were no I love you's or inspirational messages about fencing meets and school. All there was, was the shiny and clean granite of the counter.

You know, looking back, my friends were right. I should have settled for one of those college girls, you know, those hot, blonde, big-titted chicks that practically throw themselves at you. I could have been happy, and I could actually do things during the daytime with her without covering all the windows or being in complete darkness. But I settled for a two-hundred year old woman. I missed being a normal human being, but then again, I owe Naomi the world. After all, she's the reason why I was able to come back to the states and go to Pace.

XxX

When I finally got home, it was six o'clock, and the temperature was dropping. The night sky was full of snow clouds, just waiting to pound us all with its blizzard-like wrath. Thank god she decided to close in case of inclement weather. Whistling happily, I turned the key into the doorknob and walked into the door, hoping to hear her singing "Sleepyhead" along with the track blasting through all the rooms. But there was none of that. The house looked just the way I left it; tidy and quiet. You see, I know when Naomi is or has been somewhere. If she were here, something would have been lying on the floor, whether it was a pile of clothes or papers. She was just that messy. Also, if there was a smell of coffee, then she was definitely in the house because she loves coffee. Oh, I know so much about her yet I don't even see her half the time.

Now this is why I hated coming home to an empty house. When she is not around, I get the heebie-jeebies and start to worry about one of her "friends" popping up and trying to feed on me, as they call it. Her maker, that Marcus character, especially scares me. One time, Naomi and I were sharing the most awesome and pleasurable intimate moment ever, and he just pops in through one of the windows and watches us as if he had permission to in the first place. When she's not around, he also likes to threaten me by taunting me about how he would castrate me. I mean, one could never be too safe with a vampire, but to hell with that, I guess I found a newfangled form of safety when I fell in love with her.

I sat down on the couch and turned on the television to watch the weather. Flipping the channels, I stopped when I saw a man clad in a parka and hat standing in front of the weather map.

"Geez, isn't it so cold out there people? Tonight we expect at least four inches of snow that will become a foot in the morning. We suggest that you stay indoors and have enough supplies in case of power outages." He pointed at some diagrams as I felt my eyes begin to droop. Uh, this is too damn boring, I thought as my body drifted off to sleep. Suddenly I heard a loud stomp, and a body quickly straddled me to the couch. I looked up to see the object of my emotional anguish and affection: Naomi.

"Doushita, Haru? Did you miss me?" She asked with a chime, attempting to plant a kiss on my lips, but I avoided her. This appalled her.

"You're damn right I missed you." I said angrily. Her smile was completely changed into a look of anger.

"Ok, what the hell is wrong with you? I step out to do something, and you just completely go into bitch mode." She said as she got off of me and sat across from me in a chair. I sat up.

"Someone. You went to do someone not something. I hardly see you, yet you can go out and fuck every Tom, Dick, Harry and Lisa you want to. Yeah, don't even worry about me. Just go out and have a great time like you always do." I spat. She rolled her eyes.

"Listen, you see enough." She retorted.

"You call fucking and watching T.V. spending time? Really? You only do stuff and invest time in things when it solely benefits you! You don't give a rat's ass about how I feel!" She looked down at the floor. She twiddled her thumbs.

"Haru, I really love you. I really do, and of course I care about how you feel." She approached me and captured me in a loving embrace. I wanted to fight back at first, but then I gave in and hugged her tightly. She kissed me passionately, groping and grabbing me places that aroused me to no end. I wanted to stop her. Oh, how I wanted to just throw her off of me, but I couldn't. I wanted her. It was if she glamoured me without staring intently into my eyes.

I picked her up bridal style and rushed her into our bedroom, and only we and God know what will happen next.