Part 9 (1/2)

She gave me the cutest pout I have ever seen, so I leaned in and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and bit it gently before kissing her.

Willow finally gave in and removed her legs from my hips. My c.o.c.k throbbed to be inside of her and I knew I was going to end up with the worst blue b.a.l.l.s but I didn't have a choice.

I soaped up my hands and stood behind Willow so I could wash her back for her. She lifted her hair and tied it in a knot on the top of her head as I worked my hands over her shoulders and down along her chest.

My hands grazed her nipples as I worked my way down to her stomach. She had a single freckle on her unblemished skin right beside her bellyb.u.t.ton, which I thought was hot as h.e.l.l.

It had been so long since I spent an intimate moment with anyone. Not just s.e.x, but something as simple as a shower or even just lying in bed holding them. I'm not the cuddle type; I don't do romance. I don't even believe in love, but something about Willow made me want to.

”What are you thinking, beautiful?” I asked as she stood there smiling and staring at the tiled wall in front of us like she was lost in thought.

”You're the one with the freaky brain voodoo c.r.a.p, you tell me.”

Was she on crack?

”Willow, I'm not a mind reader. I'm a vampire. There's sort of a big difference.”

I watched her smile, then break into a laugh. I wasn't sure what was so funny, but she looked beautiful while doing it.

”Do you have any idea how crazy that sounds? 'I'm a vampire!' like seriously, who says that? Are you sure you're really a vampire? Maybe it's in your head. I haven't seen you burst into flames when the sun is up and I haven't seen you sparkle in the sun either so-”

”Vampires don't f.u.c.king sparkle!” I cut her off with a growl which only made her laugh harder.

Was she serious right now? She's comparing me to a glittered up Twinkie and she finds it funny? The worst thing the world has done is accept Twilight as the modern day view of a vampire.

”I'm sorry, but there is nothing wrong with sparkling if you do. They say diamonds are a girl's best friend you know?”

”I'll go out any buy you any diamond ring you want and you can hate it, love it, and be best friends with it, or have a portable frienamy; but do not, under any circ.u.mstances, ever compare me to a glitter fairy with bad hair.”

Willow attempted to make a very stern expression with her face, but failed adorably.

”I'll have you know that Twilight is an amazing book, and the movies were kick-a.s.s despite what anyone says, thank you very much!”

”Sure. Whatever floats your boat, cupcake.”

She stuck her tongue out at me like a child so I reached down and slapped her a.s.s again. I was rewarded with a yelp and an attempted slap of my face, but I caught her hand and kissed her palm instead.

I could tell she was doing everything she could not to smile because that would mean I won.

”Let's go eat.” I said, and then kissed the top of her head before turning off the water.

I stepped out of the shower and secured a towel around my waist then held one out for her. Willow twirled into it like a little ballerina, and then headed out to the bedroom. I followed behind her, watching her hips move with every step.

The girl might not like to admit it, but she had some killer curves and a body most girls would die for.

It wasn't until I was watching her clean up the mess of clothes from her suitcase we had knocked over earlier that I realized I didn't have anything in this room to change into; all my clothes were in my room.

”So, cupcake. Do you plan on making me come all the way down the hall every night for a sleep over? Or do you want me to help you unpack in my room after we eat?”

”Is this your way of asking me to move in with you?”

”I think it's a little late for that sweetheart. I kidnapped you, remember?”

”Touche.” She said then kissed me and shooed me out the door.

It wasn't exactly a yes, but it wasn't a no either. I made my way down the hall towards my room so I could throw something on. Tristan and Amelia were both standing outside my door when I got there.

”So I take it this means she isn't leaving?” Tristan asked with a knowing grin.

”I sure as h.e.l.l hope you know what you're doing here Tobias. If you hurt her, so help me G.o.d, I will make the rest of our eternal existence a living h.e.l.l for you!”

Amelia poked her finger into my chest with her warning, then turned and walked off. I knew she wasn't jealous because she couldn't give a d.a.m.n about me since the day we were married. It was nice to see this side of her though; a side that was a decent person and cared about someone other than herself.

Tristan shrugged his shoulders and followed after her. I finally made it into my room and pulled on a pair of boxers, pajama bottoms and a wife beater.

One of the best perks about being a guy is the ability to be ready in less than five minutes. Even my hair took no work; I ran my hand though it and it was done. It wasn't very long and would dry decently.

When I got back to Willow's room she was in a simple blue lace sun dress that hung to her knees, but she looked absolutely stunning. Her hair was down and she was blow drying it as I walked in.

”Do you know how to do a French braid?” She asked me while looking at my reflection in the mirror.

”Do I look like I grew a v.a.g.i.n.a in the last ten minutes?”

Willow rolled her eyes at me then turned her hair dryer off. I went to give her a kiss but she walked right past me and out the door. The h.e.l.l? Where is she going? I followed her down the hall to Tristan and Amelia's room.

I rolled my eyes. Not even a day after being friends and Amelia was stealing my girl from me. Tristan and I went downstairs as soon as the girls got to talking about hair and whatever the h.e.l.l else girls obsess over.

I grabbed two beers from the fridge and handed one to Tristan. I cracked mine open and chugged half the bottle. Tristan was staring at me like I had just bit the head off a bat.

”What?”

”You just drank something that wasn't blood. Or water.”

It took me a moment to realize what he was saying. I looked at the bottle of beer again in disbelief. Usually anything other than blood felt like I was trying to choke down acid, but tonight I actually tasted the beer.

I was waiting for my body to reject the liquid, but it didn't even so much as cause a hiccup. I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face as I took another drink.

This was amazing. Truly amazing. I haven't really tasted anything in over three hundred years, so I grabbed an apple from the counter and bit into it. I regretted it instantly as it practically choked me. I spat the pieces into the sink and rinsed my mouth out under the tap.

”What the f.u.c.k, dude?”

I filled my mouth and gargled again without even answering him. I had no idea what the h.e.l.l was happening to me. Things have been weird since the day Willow arrived. I sort of gave up trying to figure it out.

The burning in my throat was drawing out the hunger inside of me. I could feel it rising to the surface trying to take over. I gripped onto the side of the counter trying to force it back.

The girls were laughing when they came into the room. I could barely make out the sound as my senses were going in and out of focus.