Dreaming with you

Chapter 20

Warning: mature scenes ahead!

Amanda

At first I thought this is it, my first earthquake.

It was in those first seconds, when you wake up, and you are a little disorientated, not really sure, if you are still sleeping or not. But then it hit me, harder than any natural force could, what happened before I lost conscience.

Sebastian was lying next to me on a large bed, his body shaking violently, like he was caught in the in the midst of a nightmare. The instant my hand touched his naked back, he turned to me, with eyes wide open. At first, he was looking through me, like he was still in a dream, but soon his eyes cleared.

"Amanda", he said, his voice merely a whisper.

"Shhh, I tried to soothe him, cradling his head to my chest. Everything is fine. We are fine." He was holding on my arms little stronger, and I was sure he would leave bruises, but after last night I didn't care.

Still holding him, I looked outside, it was still few hours to dawn. But it felt like I have slept for centuries. I stroked Bastian's short hair, until he stopped shaking in my arms.

Unexpectedly, he rose from the bed, and turned to me. "How are you feeling?"

"Better", I said. The truth was, I was jumping inside because he was alive.

"Don't lie to me Amanda, please." There was something in his voice, something that wasn't there before. Guilt? Or was it shame? I didn't want him to feel any of those.

"Bastian, what happened last night..."

He raised his arm in a move to stop me from talking. "No, we will talk about that tomorrow. Come" he outstretched his hand.

I was looking at his face, trying to figure out what was happening inside his brain. I was afraid I already knew. He felt responsible. He took my blood from the hand I now reached out for him. Our fingers intertwined and he tugged me to my feet. "Where are we going?

"Shower", he answered, leading me to bathroom.

Me, being the woman, had to say, "I must look horrible."

His back to me, he twisted the knobs in the tub. "You could never look horrible. "Now", he paused, "strip."

Bastian

"What?", she asked, her cheeks becoming rosier, and not just from the steam that was filling the bathroom. She actually blushed.

"I said, take off your clothes."

"You know, I usually shower alone." She wanted this, but there was a little tremble in her voice.

"Not today." I felt as if I waited forever for this moment. Amanda. Naked. Mine to do with as I pleased, her curves begging to be explored.

She turned, and for a second my mind tortured me with the thought she will escape. But she just shut the door, and came back to me.

"Where were we"? she asked, boldly now. That's my girl, I praised her in my thoughts.

Take off your clothes, they are dirty.

She reached but stopped, suddenly confused. What the...

"I took off your sweater and pants, they were bloody." She stood in front of me in just underwear and tank top.

"You have too many clothes Amanda. Please", I now begged. I needed her. After what happened just hour ago, I didn't want to wait any more. I wanted her in every way known to men. The words explaining what I felt for her weren't enough. They would never be enough. She was the first human willing to give me blood. Her blood. She didn't know what it meant to me.