Before I Forget

Trouble

"Good Morning, Cinderella. How was the Valley Fest?" Dad said cheerfully, as Sky shambled her feet into the kitchen the next morning. He was sitting at the table, with his larger-than-life coffee mug, reading the paper - but when he glanced up and noticed her looks, his eyebrows shot up on his forehead.

"It was okay," Sky said, pretending not to notice his shocked expression.

She might have a hickey or two on her neck. Okay, more than a couple. In fact, there was a whole swarm of them, starting from the spot under her ear and going all the way down to her collar bone - deep purple marks showing exactly where Hawk had feasted on her neck the night before.

There were more hickeys on her too, but luckily the rest were in places Dad couldn't see.

Silently Sky grabbed a cup and filled it with coffee, added a generous amount of milk and sugar, and sat down at the table opposite of Dad.

"You know, went to a lot of rides, didn't puke once. Ate a crazy amount of fried stuff and cotton candy," she told him, stirring her coffee. "Oh, and Hawk won me a cute plushie. It's in my room, I'll show it to you later."

"How nice of him," Dad said with a tone that told Sky he didn't think it was nice at all.

"Yeah, actually," she replied. "He's awesome that way."

A short silence followed. Dad glared at her over his giant coffee mug and then placed it down on the table letting out a long sigh.

"So, are we going to talk about your neck?" He asked with a rather dry tone.

"No? At least I hope not."

Dad was quiet for a moment, spreading orange marmalade on his toast with slow, deliberate moves. Sky busied herself with picking a couple of toasts onto her plate - the Nutella jar was already on the table waiting for her, so she took it and started scooping it onto the pieces of bread. The silence lingered on between them for some time, and Sky's appetite was quickly diminishing, but she started munching her toast nevertheless. Dad always got worried if she didn't eat breakfast, and she didn't want him any more worried or pissed than he apparently already was.

"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Dad asked, and Sky's glance shot up from her plate.

"Dad!" She blushed fiercely. "No! It wasn't like that."

"Okay, then." Dad replied. "That's all I need to know. Now we can both go back to pretending you don't look like Dracula's bride."

"Gee, thanks," Sky rolled her eyes. "Cause that's the look I was going for."

"Date a vampire and that's what you get," Dad replied dryly. "Now, eat your breakfast, Mina."

Sky swallowed her mouthful of Nutella toast and took a sip of her coffee, her cheeks burning. Dracula's bride indeed. Their little exploring the night before had left her neck in quite a state, but no matter what Dad said, Sky didn't want to cover it up. Seeing the evidence of Hawk's lust on her skin made her still high-headed and horny. The purple markings on her tanned skin were like writing that told everyone clear and loud that Hawk loved her.

That she was deserving of such love.

It was something she often struggled to believe, so it helped when she had it written on her skin by his lips.

After their escapade in the car, he had driven them outside the city. Since they had left the Valley Fest quite early they had still had plenty of time before Hawk's car would turn back into a pumpkin, and they had made good use of that time - outdoors, under the black velvety sky full of stars, the sound of the waves drowning her cries of pleasure Hawk had made love to her so fucking slow and hard that Sky had come twice on his cock.