Chapter VII. - To Kill Time/Part II
"Yes," she whispered, barely audible to the both of them. Wrapped in Blood's arms, his mouth trailing soft kisses against her neck, her mind was a whirl of chaos. But in that chaos, there was her undeniable desire for him; a need she had tried so hard to control. Am I bad for wanting this? She asked herself, unsure of whether to allow the floodgates suppressing her passion to open – to push her conscience to the back of her mind and let her body take over. She could feel Blood's hand sliding up her thigh, the intimate touch creating gooseflesh across her skin. Blood exhaled deeply, his breath hot on her shoulder, his heart-clock ticking against her beating one.
"So unlike you," he said heatedly, looking straight down into her flushed face. His hand left her thigh and came up to stroke her mouth; his yearning evident even in this gesture. "Such a troublesome child you are, Alice," he breathed. In that moment, he cupped her face with both hands and brought her up into a passionate kiss. This time it was different – it was carefree, throwing all caution to the wind. Now that he knew she was ready for him, he wasn't going to hold back any longer. His passion for her was almost crushing, as if the weight of it was almost too much for her to bear.
She kissed him back, hard. Instinctively grasping the back of his head, she pulled him down onto the bed. With him on top of her, she could feel just how much she had excited him. Tic, tock, tic, tock… The sound felt dead next to the pumping of her heart. Will it always feel like this? She wondered. Shoving the thought aside, she returned her attention to her lover as he deftly slipped his tongue past her parted lips. The sensation overwhelmed her; Blood took the opportunity to take both her wrists and pin them above her while the other hand began unbuttoning her dress from the top down. Alice's eyes closed, surrendering herself to Blood's touch.
"I'll never forgive you!"
Sister? Alice's eyes snapped open, she gasped. Tears began to well up uncontrollably and she began to cry. She had just remembered something she shouldn't. Blood looked up at her in surprise. He'd been busy; at long last he'd been able to feel her naked breasts – something he'd never forget, but seriously - now of all times? Realizing she was probably past her limit, he covered her up (though quite begrudgingly) and brought up his hand to wipe her tears away. She hugged him ardently, quietly sobbing into his shoulder. His other hand stroked her hair, trying to calm her.
"What is it?" He asked soothingly, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice. The suspense was killing him…not. Patience is a virtue; patience is a virtue. He kept telling himself like a mantra. He didn't want to screw things up, especially since things between them had turned out so nicely for once. "She…I…My," she started, hiccupping in between each strangled word, "sister." What is she trying to say? Why on earth would she be thinking of her sister at a time like this! Taking a deep breath in to keep himself in check, he asked with the most even tone possible, "Your sister? What happened? You can tell me." Now hurry up and spit it out, he thought, I'm starting to get a headache.
"She said…" Alice started again, trying not to start crying again. Blood was being so gentle with her, trying to calm her. "She said… 'I'll never forgive you'," her voice trembled at her own words. What have I done? I don't remember… What could I have done to make her hate me so? Blood's eyebrow arched. Maybe they quarreled over her old lover? That was the only thing he could come up with, but bringing up an old flame in bed was not his style. Instead he bent down to kiss her lightly – a comforting kiss, different from his intense and passionate kisses from earlier. As he broke away, he saw her smiling up at him, eyes glistening brilliantly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, forcing his face closer to hers so that they were only a few inches apart.
"Thank you."