Augury

The Compromise

"How old are you anyway?" I teased, popping a tomato into my mouth.

He smiled, looking down for a second.

"26"

I raised an eyebrow with a smile, giving him an almost scolding look.

He tried to hold a straight face, both of laughing once he'd failed.

I'd never heard him laugh before. It was addicting, intoxicating.

"I'm 129. I was 26 when I was turned."

He knocked his glass against mine before throwing it back, I giggled in shock.

"Oh my god." I chuckled. "You're fuckin old."

I threw mine back.

He laughed as he shook his head.

"Too old for you?" he asked with a smirk. Placing my glass near me again after refilling it.

"I never said that. Only 4 years right?" I smirked. We hit glasses again, throwing them back as I squeezed my face.

"Do you get drunk?" I asked.

He walked over to stir the food. I followed him, leaning against the counter facing him. He threw some tomatoes and other vegetables into the pan, looking at me as he stirred it.

He set the spoon down and walked over to me, hovering over me.

"It almost depends on who I'm with, if I can pick up on how they feel or how they make me feel then yes" he answered.

His eyes now read my body like a book, his cold fingertips lightly fiddled with my fingers. I smiled as I looked down to see how well our hands mended together.

"Do you?" he asked, his hands finding their way up to my neck, slowly running them onto the back of my neck and through my hair. Lightly gripping my hair as he softly tilted my head back to look me in the eyes. I slid my hands lightly onto the top of his pants, lightly tugging on his shirt. My heart rate accelerating quickly.

"Like you said, depends." watching him as he watched my chest, I ran my hands up his chest and then down his shoulders. Keeping them on his large arms.

His fingers traced my collarbone than my shoulder, my arm, and down onto my hip. He noticed my heartbeat increasing again as his fingers traced over my heart. Lightly grazing between my chest, under and around my rib.

"Have you ever turned anyone, Tommy?" I asked, looking up at him.

"No." he looked into my eyes briefly, looking back down at my chest.

"Have you thought about turning, Celia?" he asked as he leaned in and started teasing my lips with his.

"More than you'd think." I gasped, my eyes fluttering.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into me. He wrapped his arm around me pulling me closer against him, effortlessly lifting me onto the counter as he kissed me faster and deeper. I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly. He kissed my neck, holding the back of my hair as he lightly bit me, he paused to watch my breath. I looked down to watch his eyes flash red.

"Careful," he whispered, nearly growling.

"What happened to take it slow?" I huffed.

He closed his eyes as he leaned into me, taking a deep breath.

"It's impossible to stop once I've started," he whispered.

His cold breath against my neck caused my heart to flutter. He smirked. He kept his head down, his eyes back to their entrancing color. I could tell by his hesitation and avoidance that he was nervous, that he felt as if he were losing control. Even if it were only momentary.