Alex had stopped by the book shop to wait for Emily to close up so they could go to dinner together. She was wandering through the shelves while Emily counted out the cash drawer when she came across the little bulletin board crammed on the scant spare space between two shelves lining the walls. "Hey, what's this?" she called out, examining one of the flyers posted there.

"You'll have to be more specific," Emily replied, as she was unable to see to what she referred.

Alex emerged from between the shelves waving the flyer. "San Francisco Book Fest," she read. "It's this weekend... Are you going?"

She shook her head, sighed. "I'd love to, but it's so far and I don't really want to go alone."

"Oh..." Alex said quietly. "I mean... I could go with you, if you wanted..."

Emily looked momentarily surprised by the offer. "That's sweet," she said, "But I don't know, I mean, I don't want to put you out at all. I know you're busy. Besides, we've only been going out for a few weeks, it seems a little soon, you know?"

"Right. Of course," Alex said. She offered a smile as if to prove the veracity of her words. Then, to cover any remaining awkwardness, she said, "Shall we get dinner? I'm starving."


It was early evening the Thursday before the Book Fest and Emily was halfway through a bottle of wine and an evening of moping when there was a knock on the door. She turned down the volume on the TV (not that she'd really been paying all that much attention to the show in the first place) as she considered just ignoring it for the sake of further moping. Just as she'd just had that thought, though, Alex's voice called out, "I know you're home, Em, I can hear the TV."

Silently cursing her vampire hearing, Emily opened the door, a joke about a booty call poised on her lips, but she faltered when she noticed Alex had a suitcase at her side. Before she had time to question it, Alex demanded, "Go pack."

"For what?" she stammered.

She grinned, obviously proud of herself, as she passed Emily a sheaf of papers. She said nothing, waiting for Emily to arrive at an understanding all on her own.

"These... Are these Book Fest tickets?" she asked, awed, looking from the tickets to Alex, then back. "How... How did you..." She shook her head, words failing her. "Alex, this is incredible!" She flung her arms around Alex's neck in thank you.


"I need a shower," Alex groaned as the door to the hotel room clicked shut behind them. On the plane ride to San Francisco, they'd hit a lot of turbulence and the stewardess has spilled soda all over her, leaving her sticky and smelling of artificial sweetener.

"Do you need some company?" Emily called after her as Alex ducked into the bathroom to start the shower.

Alex peered back into the room, brow quirked. "Are you suggesting I'm incapable of showering independently?"

Emily shrugged, smirking mischievously, leaving no doubt as to the intention behind her words.

Biting down on her lip, Alex let her gaze rake along Emily's body, her fang bared just the slightest bit. Then, she nodded once.

Emily growled low in her throat as he pulled off her tank top and crossed the space between them to capture her lips. She backed Alex into the counter, guiding her to sit next to the sink. Alex proceeded to spread her legs to make room for Emily, drawing her even closer as she wrapped her arms around her neck.

Emily's hand slipped past the waistband of Alex's jeans and into her panties in search of her clit. Alex gasped sharply, hips bucking at the contact. "Shower?" she prompted, making Emily laugh.

She stepped back, allowing Alex room to strip off her clothes, making no secret of the way her eyes raked over Alex's body. Then, Alex turned, catching Emily's gaze lingering on her breasts, and smirked.

As they stepped into the shower, Emily slid her hand along Alex's hip, easily seeking out her clit again. Alex whimpered, bracing herself on the shower wall, water splashing down, spilling along the planes of her back.

Emily slid her hand up her back to tangle in her hair, drawing her head back, exposing the elegant lines of her throat, then slid two fingers into Alex's cunt and pumping them slowly in and out. Alex moved her hips in time with the movements of Emily's hand, soft moans falling past her lips.

Emily trailed kisses along Alex's neck to murmur by her ear, "Say my name, Alex..."

She let out a shuddering breath. "Em..." she panted, "Emily... Fuck, Em!"

"Yes, Alex," Emily purred, her hips bucking against Alex's ass. There was something so delicious about the way her name sounded falling past those lips in the midst of ecstasy that made Emily want to cum then and there.

"Em, I'm going to cum," Alex moaned, her own hand reaching down to find her clit, rubbing it furiously to bring herself to the edge.

Sinking her teeth into Alex's shoulder, Emily hummed a pleased little note. "Cum for me, Alex," she urged. "I want to see how fucking gorgeous you look when you cum with my fingers inside you."

Alex's legs almost gave out from under her as she came. The thing about a vampire's orgasm, though, was that it wasn't exactly pretty. She tossed her head back, fangs lengthening, pupils dilating until her eyes were pure black. A guttural cry left her throat as wetness spilled down her thighs.

When she came down from her high, it suddenly occurred to her to be embarrassed... When someone hadn't seen a vampire cum before, it could be a little disconcerting. She turned to give an apology, but instead of seeing alarm in Emily's eyes, there was only lust. She pulled Alex in for a kiss, murmuring against her lips, "Fuck, you're gorgeous."

Alex laughed breathlessly. "I think it's my turn to watch..." she husked, reaching to cup Emily's breast, thumb grazing her nipple, making her gasp.

"Maybe we should get out of the shower before we freeze?" she suggested in a raspy voice, seeing as the water had started to run cold.

Alex kissed her again. "You know, at this rate, you're not going to have any energy to see the Book Fest," she pointed out.

"Who cares?" she said. "I've got a whole weekend to enjoy you..."