Frightful Reunion

Ch7

Jerry comes to the door in dark wash jeans and a black button down, the sleeves rolled up, and the first few buttons left casually open. The chain of his necklace peaks out, almost distracting you from his warm smile, but as you glance back up, you notice the fangs.

He seems distracted by your outfit, one of his brows raised as he rakes his eyes over you. "Wow, you look ... just wow."

It's your turn to smile and flash your pearly fangs, which seems to intrigue him even more. "You don't think the corset is too much?"

His lips part slightly in a soft chuckle, then shakes his head as if still trying to process your little costume. "It might be my favorite part to be honest."

"Great!" You spin around, motioning to the strings dangling from your back. "Then you won't mind helping me tighten it?"

Rather than stepping forward as you had expected, he instead grips the strings and tugs, pulling your back flush against his chest. With one hand on your hip to steady you, he leans forward, his warm breath trailing along your neck up to your jaw. "I'd love to." His voice always does things to you, especially that husky, sultry tone he uses when whispering directly into your ear.

"I would've asked my dad but I couldn't find him."

He takes a small step back and moves his hand so that he has a firmer grip on your hip, then pulls on the strings with the other, tightening your corset. Before you can motion to him that it's tight enough, you feel him tying off the end. He spins you around and pulls you against him again, a bit rougher this time, almost taking your breath away, and cracks his signature cocky grin. "I'm definitely not complaining."

Pressing his lips to your own, you can't help but to giggle at the strange sensation both of your fangs create. Feeling him smile into the kiss, you pull back slightly. "That might take some getting used to."

Humming in agreeance, he brings one of his hands up to run his thumb along your bottom lip and tilts his head in slight curiosity.

You had almost forgot about your lipstick entirely, and bite his thumb playfully before taking his hand in your own, then place a sweet kiss on his palm. "See? Transfer proof. Comes in handy with darker shades like this."

His hand moves along your jaw to rest along your neck, the familiar firm yet gentle caress seeming to grow on you more and more each time he does it. With a smirk, he kisses you again. "So, I can do this all night?"

Giggling, you slide his hand down to your hip so you can hook your arms up around his neck. "As much as you want."

Quirking his brow slightly, he chuckles. "With that outfit we might just have to skip the party, then I could keep you to myself. Maybe just kiss you all night." He peppers you with soft, sensual kisses every few words.

Smiling, you run your fingers up through his hair and teasingly keep a painfully small distance so that he can barely feel your lips on his own without actually kissing. He shifts to nip at you playfully, but you grip his hair to prevent it. Seeming to catch on, the corner of his lip twitches up in his cocky grin, and his grip on your hips tightens.

"Fine." He gives in, "We can still go to the party."

When he attempts to lean in, you again grip his hair, but this time he lets out a small growl and before you can register what's going on, he spins and has you pressed between him and the door. His lips crash onto yours hungrily, and you decide to push him even further by taking his bottom lip between your teeth, making sure he feels your fake fangs.

Pulling back slightly, you let his lip slide out from between your teeth, and notice his eyes have gone completely black. Gripping the collar of his shirt, you pull him back in for another heated kiss.