The Story of Ms. Renfield (On Hold)

Chapter Eight: Comoara Meu

The next morning, before daybreak...

The night before, they spoke more to understand what the other wanted and desired, ate the food until ready to burst and decided to call it a night. Vlad rummaged through her drawers, finding a pair of men's Seahawks basketball shorts that Jordan used when her Aunt Flo came to visit monthly.

"You need some Mariners' gears." He grumbled as he headed into the bathroom to change. Jordan toyed with the idea of wearing something shorter, sexier to bed. Yet, it was too soon. Baggy shirt replaced her hoodie, and she kept her sweatpants on.

"You need to finally accept football." Jordan shot back as she turned down her bed. For a moment, she was worried that her pale lavender sheets would smell bad to him, since she had not change them in a week. She toyed with the idea of changing them while he emerged from the bathroom, dressed in only the shorts that rode low on his hips.

"I do watch football." Vlad retorted, laying his clothes on the floral upholstered seat of her white painted wooden Victorian vanity set. His phone was on the spare charger on the nightstand with Jordan's. "You know that my favorite team is the Seattle Sounders."

"That is soccer, you butt." Jordan muttered. She is started to gather up the sheets to place them in the hamper. Vlad pulled them from her hands and started to remake the bed. "They are dirty." She whined.

"They smell like you." Vlad replied, climbing to the spot that was closest to the bedroom door. He flopped down and buried himself in the soft cream cashmere blanket. He motioned his fingers for her to come to him. Jordan smiled as she crawled to him. His cool skin felt better than the other side of the pillow.

Vlad kissed her forehead as he pulled her to be laying near completely on his body. Her leg over his with her head on his chest. His arms wrapped around her with his long nails playing in her hair. Jordan settled down to get comfortable, noting the low beating of his heart. Two to four beats a minute. Jordan let her fingers play on the lines of his chest. She moved her leg to get in a better position and her lower thigh slid against his hard...

Jordan bit in her lip in wonder. "Vlad, if you want ..."

SNORE!!!

Jordan glanced up to see that Vlad was already fast asleep. His eyes were close, and his jaw was relaxed and opened. Fangs rested on his bottom lips. She tested him, petting his throat. He snored again, mumbling in Romanian.

Honestly, she was jealous that he fell asleep so fast. It usually took her an hour or so, laying in the dark, trying to turn off her brain. Yet, she felt her eyes growing heavier as she curled closer. C.P. jumped on the bed, making biscuits on the blanket before settling at the small of her back.

"Viata mea pretioasa, cat te iubesc, Jordan." (My precious life, how I love thee, Jordan. Spoken in Romanian.) Vlad whispered, kissing her forehead again as she fell into a restful slumber.

Sleep like the dead had to be talking about a vampire. Vlad's tranquil face was the second thing Jordan saw after her alarm went off. The first, C.P. curled up on her chest, sleeping contently. Jordan brush a stray lock of his raven wing's hair that escaped from the ponytail from his eyelashes. The blanket was still covering as he hummed at the light touch of her hand on his cheek.

"Good morning." Vlad whispered, opening his eyes. He looked at the still dark windows. "Fuck, I will need to get to my vault before the sun is up." Vampires can move around during the day, but in the earlier morning, just after the sun rises, that is when they are truly at their weakest.

"Maybe the next sleepover can be at your place." Jordan rolled towards him, making her cat meow in protest in losing his warm spot. "Just have to find out how to keep the dirt off."

"Oh, we will get dirty." Vlad smiled, kissing her softly before climbing out of bed. He went to the vanity chair and move to the bathroom to get dress.

"We could...take a shower together." Jordan suggested as she rose from the blanket. C.P. was in a playful mood, pouncing on the moving fabric.

Vlad appeared in the doorway, dressed in yesterday clothes with his hair down. He was using her detangling brush to work out the knots that happened in his sleep. "No." He watched as she downcast her eyes. He walked over and lifted up her chin to have her look at him. "First, this is new to us. This step. I don't want to rush any part of it. I am going to woo and court you properly. Do everything that I have wanted to for you over the years. Send flowers to the office on the days that are not your birthday. Take you out to romantic dinners. Getaways where we soak up each other company." He kissed her lips, crinkling up his nose to her morning breath.

"Second, you are going to take a week vacation from the office once we decide to become intimate. Every scenario, every fantasy, every cheesy porno situation that I have envision performing with you, we are going to do it. And yes, I can transform into certain monsters." His smile was wicked.

"I leave one monster smut book out on my desk, and I can't live it down." Jordan rolled her eyes. "You snore bad by the way."

"I have stay up to listen to myself snore. Never hear anything." Vlad teased. "See you soon, comoara mea." (my love in Romanian)