Rupert's lips trail lazy kisses along her collarbone to her bare shoulder. She hums deep in her throat as she's pulled into consciousness. She craves more contact so she lifts her arm to cup the back of his head, encouraging him and showing her appreciation

"Morning," Rupert whispers into her shoulder.

"Hmm, every morning should start this way," Jenny replies, her words much more coherent than she feels.

"I whole-heartedly agree," Rupert returns the sentiment, pressing himself into her back.

Memories of the night before grow more vivid as they come back to her. They'd been sharing a drink on his couch when he'd leant in to kiss her. She doesn't remember what they'd been talking about but one kiss led to two, two led to more. She'd ended up straddling him, working at the buttons of his shirt while his hands eased her shirt up. She'd paused when her shirt was above her bra and needed to come off so she could concentrate on divesting him of his clothes. She'd pulled back and whipped her shirt over her head and tossed it over her shoulder, much to Rupert's amusement as he laughed at her antics. She'd silenced him by taking his face in her hands and capturing his laughter with a kiss. They'd moved to his bedroom where they continued their exploration of each other, leaving a trail of their clothing in their wake.

His lips start retracing their path back towards her neck, over her pulse to her jaw, nuzzling as he pulls her closer. She moans, low in her throat. Her skin tingles and her body reacts to him like a physical memory. His arm snakes around her torso, and his hand cups her breast. His thumb grazes her hardened nipple, catching it with the edge of his nail. Jenny sighs, licking her dry lips.

She arcs into his touch, wanting more. She is determined that neither of them is leaving this bed until they're thoroughly sated. Even if she has to have him again and again. She shifts and rolls onto her back so she can face him. They meet each other's gaze for a moment, sharing a soft smile before their lips meet. Their kiss deepens quickly.

Fingers on skin, caressing and arousing. His hand strokes down her abdomen, resting on her thigh. Her legs part automatically for his fingers. He circles her inner thigh with his index finger, tracing blindly towards her centre as he kisses her.

Jenny exhales when he finds her clit, exerting the right amount of pressure. She bites her lip, pulling away for a moment to press her forehead against his.

"Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase morning glory," she huffs, shifting her hips as he flicks his finger over the bundle of nerves.

"How are you this coherent right now?" Rupert murmurs, changing the angle of his ministrations to just the right one he found last night to make her catch her breath.

"You're making it difficult to concentrate," she breathes out, her words morphing into a whimper as his finger slips inside of her, then another. Her teeth catch her lower lip as he curls his fingers in a come hither motion. Her head lolls into the crook of his neck, groaning loudly as he continues to pleasure her. "Don't stop."

"I won't," he promises nuzzling her forehead.

Her hips undulate to match his rhythm. She keens quietly as he keeps the same pace, his thumb working her clit.

"Rupert," she sighs, twisting to capture his lips desperately in a kiss as she feels her orgasm building.

"That's it, love," he whispers as her muscles clench around his fingers. He maintains his ministrations as she rides through her climax, smiling lovingly at her as her body relaxes into the pillows.

She slowly opens her eyes as his fingers slip out of her and soothe her inner thighs towards her opposite hip. She blinks up at him as she curls towards him, she nudges his legs apart with her knee. She presses light kisses to his jaw, purring softly. She feels him, hard and ready for her to reciprocate.

"Good morning," Jenny murmurs.

"So far," Rupert replies, pressing his lips to hers.

She smiles into the kiss. She eases them into a deeper kiss, as she pushes up off the mattress. She keeps kissing him as she urges him onto his back so she moves to settle on his lap.

She sits back, the covers slipping down her back to her waist. A wave of affection comes over her as she looks down at his sleepy expression; it's more than physical satisfaction. He's sweet and kind and he cares about her. She adores him in ways she never thought possible. She feels her adoration reflected back whenever he looks at her. She thinks they're falling in love if they aren't already.

She thinks they might be. She has nothing to compare this connection to; she's not felt this intensely about past lovers. She's not ready to tell him, not ready to utter the words.

She wants him to know her before he utters the words to her.

He knows Jenny. He knows nothing of Janna.

Janna, the woman who was sent to spy on a vampire cursed by her family. Janna, who wants to be Jenny, the computer science teacher who spends her spare time researching the occult and falling in love with the librarian who does the same thing.

The reason it's so easy to be Jenny, the reason she's been able to blend in better than her predecessors, is because Jenny is a part of Janna.

How can Rupert love her if he doesn't know her? How can she believe him if he doesn't know her?

She wishes she could let him know her. Let him see her. She wants him to love all of her.

"Jenny," Rupert whispers reverently, drawing her out of her pondering. "Where did you go?"

"Somewhere I wish we were," she tells him thickly.

Rupert pulls her hand to his mouth, kissing her fingers lightly. He doesn't push for any other explanation. He trusts that she'll tell him when she's ready. There's no judgement; he's willing to wait and listen and accept.

"Jenny," he starts again but he's cut off by her fingers on his lips. She can't let him say anything else, she can't risk it.

"Don't," she orders gently. She lowers herself down to kiss him. "Show me."

And he does.