Morals Of Vampire {#3}

Part 20

[Part 20]

"I haven't been celibate for a long time," Kieran admitted as he reluctantly rolled away from the heat of the naked body pressed against him, reaching his arm lazily over the side of the bed groping for his shirt, "but it was the best action that I've had in a long time."

"Me too." Vanda stirred beneath the sheets to watch the broad back of Kieran's. She knew she had always been deemed as the craziest woman on the council, but she guessed that she had finally solidified that role with her latest action. What kind of woman in the world would ever sleep with a man with morals as loose as Kay's? Even if he said that he had changed –that she had somehow taught him to change –Vanda still found it hard to believe. This guy was supposed to be way older than her, and she was supposed to take his word for it when he went around declaring that for some reason, spending just over a month with her, filming a TV show had taught him to change?

"Oh? You seemed like you knew your way around me. There wasn't any bit of rust shaking off in your system there." Kieran continued as he groped in the darkness for his shirt, having a vague recollection that it had been thrown towards this direction when Vanda had peeled it off his back when the both of them had fallen on the bed.

"Just releasing some stress from work." Vanda excused, finally deciding that it was time for her to get up and do something. She, as the President of Devaux Studios, was going to get slammed with so much work now that she had gone MIA for a day and a half.

It was a day and a half since she led Kay from Leon's birthday party to her bedroom.

It felt like a month and a half.

"If I help you solve this war, do you still need the private TV network?" Kay's sudden question surprised her, and Vanda paused briefly in the venture of reaching for her underwear, which was hanging unceremoniously over the lamp shade. How it had gotten there –Vanda had no idea and no motivation to ponder about it.

"It could still run as a communication platform for North American vampires." Vanda answered. "But if the war stops, I'll pass the reigns to someone else. I'm not cut out for a business."

"Right." The guy seemed to have finally found his shirt, and the conversation paused as he threaded his arms through the holes, pulling the cloth over his head and smoothing the creases out quickly. "If the war ends, will you be willing to travel around the world with me?"

"Is that a promise of a future?" Vanda asked, not even bothering to skirt around the topic. She still wasn't sure what kind of relationship that their physical connection now put them under. Were they friends with benefits? Boy/girlfriends? Were they even going steady?

Vanda was sure that she had feelings for the guy that she couldn't deny, and that the same was likewise. But there was a difference between recognizing these feelings and acting towards them. There was also a difference between acting towards the feelings, and simply having sex to satiate desires to suppress these feelings.

Kieran climbed off the bed and Vanda paused in her act of pulling on her dress to admire the family jewels hanging between Kieran's legs. The brief memory of how that organ had pleasured her very much recently fluttered through her mind, and she was glad to see it perk up under the visual attention that she was offering.

Kieran cleared his throat and waited for Vanda's eyes to float back upwards to his eyes, ignoring the semi-erection that he had gained just by the woman's greedy eyes. If he gave in to his vices and acted on those desires that were rushing beneath his skin once more, then they would never get out of bed again until very much later.