The Blood Pact

Chapter 13: Up to no good

Hello! No major warnings this time I don't think...but some references to an elderly relative dying
Let's get this show on the road!

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The next few weeks blurred into months as you and Bucky settled into your relationship. It was surprisingly easy in some ways, slipping into a routine and making space in your lives for each other. You'd work in the day and he'd come find you when he woke up, you'd hear the quiet padding of his feet come down the stairs and he'd knock at your bedroom door - or he'd come down to find you cooking or eating dinner, wrapping his arms around you from behind as his cold skin met your warmth.

The summer was harder because it got darker later and later, but you did what you could. You'd go on more evening dates and he'd show you his favourite hidden spots in the city. You even went on a mini break upstate, although it was sometimes hard to fill the days while he slept. But you made it work, staying up late and adjusting your hours at work accordingly. He was worth it. Having a vampire for a boyfriend wasn't always easy, you couldn't see him in the day and your dates were restricted to the night time. He had to leave you each night before the sun rose so you woke up alone. He couldn't join in if your friends made plans for the weekend afternoons, with you hastily explaining he worked a lot. The fact he didn't eat sometimes felt like a gulf between you, and you wished you could take him out for dinner or cook for him.

But the harder parts melted away when the sun set once more and it was just the two of you. Your bed became a sanctuary, a private bolthole for two. A gateway to a world of pleasure and intimacy, exploring each other's bodies down to the last detail – your touch saying more than words ever could. He quickly learnt what you liked and what you responded to. That vampire and human gap would shrink to nothing when his mouth was on yours, when his hands caressed every curve and every dip, when he taught your body to bend and twist for him – melting into him entirely. When he whispered ministrations against your skin or felt the beat of your heart as you pressed your chest into his. There would be nothing but the cacophony of your moans and the closeness of your forms, simply no space for any doubts or concerns.

You thought about the bigger stuff, too. Normally in the day when he was upstairs in his deep sleep. You knew that you loved him, maybe you always had. You hadn't told him yet but it occasionally threatened to tumble out of your mouth when you were off your guard, normally in the throes of passion or when you were hazy after a feed and your emotions were spilling out like an overfilled water glass. You wanted him to say it first, unable to allow yourself such vulnerability.

You tried to live in the moment, enjoy the here and now and savour your time with Bucky – but your mind often wandered to the future. You'd been thinking more and more about asking him to turn you, it would just make your life with him so much easier. What would you really be losing? You could still see your friends at night. They loved you, you knew it would be a shock but knew they'd understand.

You didn't see much of your family anyway, they were never super concerned with your whereabouts – it was more obligatory Christmas cards and brief text messages on your birthday. You wouldn't exactly miss your job, and you could always freelance for the extra cash. Kids...kids was a harder one. You didn't even know if you wanted them, but removing the opportunity to do so seemed extreme. But then maybe eternal life was a fair trade off, you'd have all the time in the world to explore your passions, all the time in the world with the man you loved – maybe you could fulfil your life in a different way.

But then saying goodbye to the sun seemed impossible. Never seeing a sunset or a sunrise ever again, never being able to wander into the park on a chilly winter morning – see the snowflakes in the early daylight. Never again sit on the beach and feel the warmth on your skin, with nothing to hear but the gentle lapping of the waves.