I am so sorry for the delay in getting this out, my laptop went to the shop for awhile, I've worn off the keys,..

I hope you enjoy it even with the break.

Merick

Chapter 12

The bedroom was dimly lit from the hallway lights and little else. The rain had obscured the moon, and the security light from the back of the house barely penetrated the dim of the wash. The brass on the head and footboards of the bed gleamed dully, betraying decades of changed linens, polishing cloths, and softened mattresses, as did the quilt that covered it; hand-stitched, seams a little stretched in places, and shiny spots where the fabric had worn smooth. It was all so different to what Andre was used to having; Sophie Ann insisted on the best of everything knowing that she had the wherewithal to obtain it. (Though truthfully, she had never lacked for much.) And absolutely none of those memories mattered to him then. All that did matter was the woman who was leading him; her head bowed shyly, her grip on his hand nearly fluid, her heart beginning to flutter with the anxiety of bringing a lover to her bed. She crossed the threshold and he followed, closing the door behind him with a gentle creak and a metallic click of the well worn bolt in its housing. Dropping his hand, Sookie turned around very slowly, downcast eyes rising with some trepidation, though they didn't have far to wander to find his, staring at her, wanting her.

"Sookie," he whispered as he brought up his hand, skin still warm from the fire, and brushed it down her cheek. She leaned into the touch, sighing softly. "I want you so much." Her body trembled and he curled his fingers from her cheek, back around her neck, beneath the wet tresses, and drew her mouth to his. Andre parted her lips and shared her breath, tasting the anticipation that was welling in her; spicing the scents that were coming off her body; the human desire and the fairy genes.

His tongue teased her lower lip and pressed forward to penetrate her mouth, his fangs at full extension and hungry, his body hardening for her, the towel providing no concealment as he pressed his hips to hers, needing her to understand. The gasp that followed was delicious to him, pushing him further towards the edge, and he fought his base instinct for control because he had no intention of rushing this, it felt too amazing, and he felt so alive.

Guiding her backwards by a few steps with his free hand Andre kept his mouth pressed to hers, feeling as her confidence in the kiss grew, and the fragile reciprocation waxed in strength, until her tongue brushed over his fangs and her chest began to heave against his.

"Lay down." He purred at her as he pulled his mouth away, reluctance and anticipation both rolling in his chest. She did as he asked, first sitting on the edge of her bed, then drawing her feet up in a lady-like manner, her robe still maintaining her modesty, before reclining against the pillow. Andre was less modest as he crawled over the top of her, legs coming to straddle hers, towel drifting off his waist, pooling to his right on the quilt, exposing him to her. He watched the blush climb her cheeks as she looked away from his obvious desires, and back into his face; to eyes he believed were no less obvious.

"I want to see you." His fingers tangled in the belt of her robe, pulling at it, waiting to see if she would object. When she did not, he loosened it, letting the sides drop away so that he could run his hand into the fold, drawing it away from her skin just a little, exposing a strip of tanned flesh, and the hint of her breasts.

"You are so beautiful." Andre let his body dip down towards her, his manhood brushing against Sookie's thigh as his mouth hovered over the skin just between her breasts, exhaling slowly to further raise the gooseflesh that had accompanied her tremor at the feeling of him. He extended his tongue and drew it along the skin, listening to her suppressed moan.

Her skin tasted faintly of salt, and of the wild rain that had soaked them both through. And there was something else, perhaps two something elses: the spice of her arousal, teasing him, and the intoxication of the fairy blood hammering in her veins. Letting his head rest against her body Andre took deliberate breath after deliberate breath feeling every sensation run through his body, feeling the electricity run up his spine. During the pause in his actions, Sookie spoke.

"Andre?" Her voice was nearly breathless, like a breath of wind caressing his shoulder as it floated past him. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is perfect." He pushed the robe away from her breasts and began to brush his hands over them, pushing his thumbs more roughly against her nipples until they stood for him. Her head fell back as his mouth took each nub in turn, rolling them around with his tongue. He wanted to drink, but he also wanted to suckle, to taste all of her and to thrust within her; making up his mind over his instincts seemed almost impossible. Her soft moans did not help clear the matter either. He pulled away to look at her whole body, the swells of her ample breasts, the way her trunk narrowed to her waist and then flowed to rounded hips and the secrets between her legs, which were really not secrets any longer as he watched her squirm just a little under his gaze. With a calm in her eyes she shrugged out of the robe and lay back on the bed, breathing audibly with her lips parted. He made up his mind then, hands going to her thighs, fingers curving inwards, spreading her body for him, just touching her, feeling her start under the unfocused caress.

In the dim light he could see how she glistened, even more so as he let a fingertip trace down her, opening her just a little more. She wanted him; there was no denying the signals of her body to his. He leaned in a little further, a little more pressure of his fingertips against her, his own sex brushing against the worn quilt, making him jump. He had not realized just how sensitive he had become with the anticipation.

"I need to be inside you." He circled her opening with his slick finger, pressing against her center as he passed it; she bucked against him, forcing him just a little deeper. The next moan was his. She was so tight and hot, and there was no holding back any longer.

He kissed her solidly on the mouth, forcing his tongue past her lips, stealing a breath and passing on, he hoped, his lust. Then he took his mouth between her legs and began to stroke her there hands holding her hips firmly as she began to squirm around for him, her cries only encouraging his vigor.

Such things were not foreign to him, he had been with women in this way before, had them perform for him as well, but everything about Sookie seemed new and different and magical. And if he had thought her blood would be delicious; and it most likely would prove to be, her other juices were just as stunning. He'd never had a fairy that way before, but it seemed that those intoxicating genes could be found in a great many of her fluids. He could feel her, under his ministrations, tensing for him, her breaths becoming be foreshortened, and he knew she was close. But he was selfish, and wanted to feel her orgasm as she was wrapped around him, and so he withdrew his mouth, and brought his rod to her, painting it along her opening, to torture himself with the electricity even as he continued to taste her on his lips.

"I want you." She gasped, and he thrust inside her, hands hard on her hips, head thrown back with the sensation of penetrating her for the first time. He knew there was no way of stopping himself then and he began to pound himself against her, their wet bodies moving in time. She moaned, she cried out, her hands found his forearms, her nails dug into his flesh and she met every thrust. Andre could hardly focus himself on her face; distracted by the way she moved against him, how she took him as deeply as he needed, how her hips met his, and how she arched for him and into him. He felt his orgasm building, faster than he could ever remember it doing. She was just as tense under him. His release came with hers, with the first contraction around his shaft he began to pulse, the force robbing him of his senses temporarily, all excepting that of his loins, which washed over him with pleasure, that slowly, like a ripple, worked out to every point in his body. Fluidly he pulled her body up to his in his left arm, cradled her against his chest even as he continued to come, then rolled her over onto him as he crashed into the bedclothes, taking her mouth to ride out the climax.

Temporarily spent, Andre felt himself slip from Sookie's body, but he only held onto her torso tighter. She had relaxed completely into him, her skin was gleaming, her breaths were slow, and her head was heavy against his chest. He did nothing but listen to her heartbeat, and clutch at her as he tried to recover his senses; something he was not at all used to having to do. As its strength grew, so did his own desires for her, cresting again as his body grew hard and his desires for more than her flesh, once again pushed to the fore. He began to kiss her. She turned her face to him, and accepted every one with a blissful smile. The actions fueled him and he rolled over on top of her again, the muscles under his skin beginning to tense with anticipation.

She looped her arms over his shoulders and closed her eyes, chewing at her lower lip in a way that spoke to Andre about her own desires. Almost without conscious control his hips began to grind against her again. When she spread her own legs for him he entered her roughly, her cry of shock bringing forth his fangs again.

"I have to taste you Sookie." Andre hardly recognized the rough cadence of his own voice. She tensed, he felt the grip of her pelvis on his shaft change; not that it stopped his thrusting, that was beyond his control then. "No one will see the mark, I promise you."

She said nothing in response, but her arms tightened around him. He slowed himself, drawing out his strokes.

"Trust me Sookie. I would never hurt you."

"But will I turn into a Vampire?"

"No, that is a silly myth." Now was not the time, or the place to get into the intricacies of how a Vampire was made, only the time to get her permission, and quickly, before he took her without it.

"Will it hurt?"

Andre slipped his left hand down in between their bodies, balancing on his right arm as he began to stroke at her center, as slowly as his thrusts. He felt her beginning to relax the tension that had tightened her; at least temporarily, as the new sensations replaced the fear.

"Sookie?" He breathed his question into her ear as he leaned close to her, listening to the pulse in the veins running into to her heart, tracing a path and a point to strike.

"Yes." She arched against his hand and his sex, flooding him with electricity. He waited the pace of a heartbeat and then struck, with fingers and fangs, tasting the salt on her skin, just beside her breast and then the wash of her blood into his mouth. There was no stopping his orgasm as he flooded her body as completely as she did his. Her cries were lost in the maelstrom of her taste, he could hear her heart pumping, focused on it, and gave up trying to see and feel anything but how her blood raced through his system. It was bliss, beyond anything he had ever felt. His confusion at it all didn't set in until far later.