"What are you?" He asks me, breaking the silence. I am quite shocked by this question. Mostly because I don't even know how to answer it.
"Werewolf. I think... And you are a vampire," I state. He nods.
"You don't smell like a werewolf." He lifts his...
A knock is at the door before we have time to delve deeper into this little Q and A session.
"Enter," Isobel says, as she jumps up from the bed, putting her hand out to me, to pull me up as well.
"Mistress, the Master is asking for you," a maid proclaims, and Isobel nods in return. She slides her hands down the bodice and skirt of her dress to smooth out any crinkles. I look between the door and the sweats that now lay discarded on the floor.
"Oh, don't worry about that, that dress is yours now," Isobel says when she notices my hesitation. Before I have time to object any further, she grabs my hand with a smile and pulls me out of the room with her. I follow her back down the hallway, down the stairs and into the drawing room, where the men still sit on the couches and talk. They look up shortly as we step in, before doing a double take as they notice my new dress. Alasdair is the first to speak.
"Ye look stunning lass!" he blurts out with a smile and warm eyes. I smile back and do a courtesy to show off the physics of the dress as I move. It flows out around me as I bend in my knees, and I feel incredibly pretty doing so. Dom then reaches out with one hand towards me with the other resting on the back of the sofa.
"Come here, sit," he says in a slightly possessive voice, and I'm very happy he didn't call me one of his nicknames. It would have been too icky in the company of others. I almost flow over to him, feeling very regal with this beautiful dress and place myself down beside him. His hand moves from the backrest and into my neck, where he strokes the back of my hair.
"You are breathtaking," he then whispers under his breath into my ear, and the tickle of his breath makes me shudder slightly. I lift my chin and puff up my chest in confidence before smiling to myself. I put my hand on his thigh, and caress him shortly with my thumb, before giving him a clap and putting the hand back into my own lap.
"So, what did you guys talk about?" I ask them to turn the attention back on them and away from me.
"Well, we came up with a plan to get Harris back from the Slayer," Alasdair says in a serious tone, but I hear it falter at Slayer's name - it's simply too ridiculous. Dom doesn't seem to think it's funny, however, as he only tenses up at his name. It makes me wonder if we maybe should take him a bit more seriously - Dom is probably the one person here who knows Slayer best. Maybe he is pretty scary?
"And?" Isobel asks as Alasdair doesn't continue fast enough.
"It seems most likely, that Slayer, Harris and the rest of his clan are located somewhere near or in the old Urquhart Castle," Farlan then explains, cutting Alasdair off, but he doesn't seem to mind it much.
"Why?" I ask, and Farlan looks confused over at me.
"Why would he be there?" I elaborate, but now it's Dom who answers.
"Back when his crew found me and turned me, they talked about that castle. I never got to know if it was their base, or if they just wanted to go there, since I killed most of them before asking." Dom sits with his arms crossed and in a dominant man pose. That mixed with the roughness of his voice makes me feel all sorts of things, which I try to ignore, focusing on what he says, rather than how he says, what he says.
"So when do we go?" Isobel then asks, and we all turn our attention to her.
"We didn't really talk much about that. What do you think?" Alasdair asks in return, looking between Isobel and me for our input. We look at each other, and Isobel shrugs at me.
"What about tomorrow? I need food and maybe some more practical clothes before we go," I suggest, and then look over at Isobel, before continuing,
"Not that I don't adore this dress, I do! But if we are to possibly fight, then I think pants would be smarter to wear." Isobel only smiles and nods, not taking offence to my comment.
"Well, let's go at noon tomorrow then," Dom says, clapping his hands together and standing up, signalling that to be the final word of this conversation. The other men rise as well - Farlan wrapping his arm around Isobel's waist and leading her out into what I assume to be the kitchen, and Alasdair walking out the front door to catch some air I guess. Or finding some food maybe.
I rise too and face Dom. He looks me up and down again, before grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to him. He gives me a slow kiss on the cheek and I feel myself melt into his touch.
"Even though that dress enhances every aspect of your beauty, I would really like to peel it off of you," he then whispers into my ear, and I feel myself giggle before lifting my arms to his neck, and wrapping my fingers into the hair at the base of his head.
"Mh, you would like that, wouldn't you?" I ask in a low and seductive tone. It only makes Dom grab me tighter and pull me closer until I can feel his body up against mine.
"Get a room!" Farlan yells from the kitchen to us, and I see Dom roll his eyes. At my confusion as to how he knew what we were doing, Dom just points to his ear.
"Super hearing," he explains, before giving me one last squeeze and then letting me go.
"Later," I promise and give him a wink, resulting in him giving my butt a quick smack and a wink back.
I can't help but begin to fantasize about some of the things I want to do to him. And when I then in turn think about, what I want him to do to me, I start to wonder about when to talk to him about my thoughts about becoming a vampire.
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