Chapter Ten: Intimacy

{{First attempt at an intimate chapter so, constructive (or even destructive) criticism much appreciated}}

    “Sorry but you’re going to have to stay very far away from my Jane for the next millennia if not more”
Eric’s voice practically growled over my cell phone. I didn’t feel apprehension at his words. I knew now, that Eric was the different one. He would show me love, not whatever I had known before. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t feel a little of Simon’s pain as Eric berated him as much as was possible through a cell phone. Right? The night at The Baltic Room had left me confused, still. Simon had a strange pull on me, that lessened whenever I left him, but still it seemed to tug for a few days after seeing him. If I searched deeper, I found I didn’t love him. But I still couldn’t stop myself. Eric I knew I loved. There wasn’t any pull. I was tugging myself along to him more than willingly, as he was to me. Voluntarily falling to each other. The smile on my face was completely involuntary as I watched his lips move, somehow even his lips moved with his inhuman grace.
    “No. You may not speak to Jane. Personally I don’t believe you fit to say her name, incantare.”
He said the second part in a lower voice. There was a commotion that even I could hear coming from the other side of the line. I sighed, it wasn’t worth my confusing feelings. Right now I’d rather feel more positive feelings. Such as love, and desire, that charged mine and Eric’s relationship. I reached over and took the phone from him, and he dropped it turning a curious and a little surprised expression to me. I slid the phone shut and grinned.
    “No more, you child”
I said. He smiled and turned himself fully to face me, wrapping me in his arms
    “You do realize I’m more than fifty years old. I could be your grandfather, doesn’t that worry you? How does it feel touching a grandfather in this way?”
He said teasing. I glared at him. I didn’t have a witty enough response, so I figured glaring would convey my feelings in a suitable way.
    “Well?” he said leaning his face closer to mine, so our foreheads were touching.
    “I think it feels great”
I said, meeting his eyes. He smiled his predator’s smile and then our lips were touching. I smiled through the kiss and leaned into him, as if his superhuman hold on me was not enough. It really wasn’t. He pulled back giving me a look I couldn’t understand
    “I won’t stop”
he said, his voice thick.
    “I don’t have a problem with that”
I shrugged and pushed, with more effort from him than me in actuality, him down and our lips met again, hungrier this time. His hands reached into my hair and I could feel all his strength crushing into my hair, which did not hurt. I smiled, it felt like I was the predator now. In a blurring motion Eric had flipped me over, impossibly gently and was hovering over me, no sign of hesitation. My hands reached to his shirt and started to uncover his chest. I could see his glistening honey brown eyes in the dark. A sign of his love for me, his sacrifice. Before I knew it we were both down to underwear and he was one with me. There was not one bit of my skin he had not kissed, and there was not one part of my heart that was not his. I could feel I had his heart also, and I was doing my best to compete with his physical hold on me. This was what love was, a gentle and vicious exchange, almost tangible, and abstract. His lips moved to my neck and I could feel his still even cool breath come out against my skin in a soft chuckle.
    “Scared?”
He breathed, moving up to press my lips to him.
    “Terrified”
I murmured, no part of my mind left to roll my eyes, all concentrated on him. I pulled him down and crushed my lips to his stony ones. His fingers played at the edge of my underwear almost involuntarily it seemed. Then the material ripped and I let out a breathless laugh. He looked shocked.    
    “I’m not as controlled as I thought”
He said pulling off me. I frowned.
    “Well I’m not controlled either”
I said smiling and reaching out to clasp his hand in mine.
    “It isn’t about control. Not even about  thinking”
 I said pulling on his statuesque hand.    
    “You”
He said pointing an accusing finger at me. He looked like a justice delivering dark angel.
    “Are going to kill yourself with your amazing beauty”
He said moving his eyes to rake over my body. I smiled
    “Kill me then”
I said deciding I was going to have to get up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled ineffectively at him tracing his back with my fingers. He leaned back in and reached for something behind me, and pressed his lips to mine, I could feel a smile through his kiss. He pushed me down on the bed and ran his ice cold fingers up and down my arm, while pressing his teeth into my neck. I couldn’t help but shiver but he didn’t hesitate. He pressed his fingers forming manacles around my wrists, almost to the hurting point and when I pulled out, he let me and I saw the beginnings of a bruise. I pouted. Unfortunately, I got his point
    “I need control, and you keep trying to take it from me”
He said.
    “Doesn’t seem that way to me”
I grumbled.
    “Your breath was even, and you stopped. I wish you weren’t so old fashioned”
I said turning teasing at the end. Suddenly he was laying on me again and I felt his tongue slide into my lips, I opened my mouth in surprise and willingly wrapped my arms around him again. He pulled away too soon
    “Old fashioned, am I?”
He said sounding a little like a villain in a bad movie. He pulled me, rather roughly to him, and slid the covers over us. His arms formed a protective cage over me while his hands rubbed my back.
    “I’ll get back to you on my modernizing process later, let’s sleep for now. Well you the human waste time sleeping. I’ll just…entertain myself”
He said giving me a coy smile that flashed, despite the dimming light. I raised my eyebrows but contented myself with a quick kiss, and tracing my fingers all over his body. I would rid him of his old fashioned tendencies soon enough. Love has a partner. Lust.