Sanctuary

Part 5

He looked conflicted as he stared down at me, his lips parted and just showing his fangs. "W-what's your name? You, you never said."

I ran my thumb along his sharp cheekbone, appreciating his angular features, "(Y/N)."

Andy grinned, innocently unawares of how prominently it displayed his massive canines. I was too enamored of him to care, I felt transfixed by his beauty, his picture-perfect maleness. I just wanted to touch...

Slowly, he bent towards me and placed a soft kiss on my lips. That time it lasted long enough for me to notice that his skin was a little cooler than mine, and that his lips were incredibly smooth. Perfection. I held his face to mine, this time for a longer, more intimate kiss. Andy groaned into my mouth as I opened it to him, feeling his tongue slide alongside mine. He sure knew what he was doing!

Every doubt, every inkling of caution, of self-preservation, was discarded as we kissed. It had been so long, and he was so good! I increased the urgency of my actions as the hunger in my center grew. I could feel myself getting wet, hopeful and waiting. Andy responded in kind, cradling my face in his hand, I could feel his rough thumb as it brushed across my ear.

Shamelessly ravenous for him, I broke away to take off my bandolier and my holsters, recklessly tossing them on the ground, then practically tore off my shirt. I had a moment of feeling self-conscious over the state of my rarely-washed clothes and my plain bra, but that all melted away when I saw Andy's genuine smile, "You're so beautiful."

He cupped one of my breasts in a large hand, gently squeezing it before running his thumb over my nipple, through the cloth. "Jesus..." He looked back up at me from my chest, "You sure this is ok?"

I put my hand over his. "Yeah. Are you a virgin or something? I mean, if you are, that's ok-"

Andy chuckled. "-No, I'm just trying to do the right thing, you know?"

I took his other hand and brought it to my other breast. "Then do me."

Apparently that successfully persuaded him, as he molded my breasts with his hands and bent to kiss my neck. A small part of me screamed that it was dangerous to have Andy there, to be in the same room as him at all, but it was easily drowned out by my desire. The feeling of his cool, wet kisses up and down my neck, the gentle nips where I could feel his long, pointed canines, he was driving me crazy!

I yanked Andy's shirt up, and he held his arms over his head so I could pull it off, but his arms were too damned long, and I couldn't reach. He fished his shirt off of his arms with a chuckle, but I was occupied looking at his tattoos. He had a lot!

Andy looked self-conscious and uncertain. "Do they bother you?"

I shook my head, "They're just uncommon. How'd you get so many without going into the cities?"

He smiled. "Vampires are really preoccupied with aesthetics, most of them have these huge, meaningful tattoos that cover their entire bodies. It drove my dad absolutely nuts that I kept getting itty-bitty tattoos, one at a time."

I ran my finger over the pair of scissors on his arm. "I like them. I like you."