Godric's last chance

Chapter 3

"So what you're saying is you will walk out those doors when I say we need to leave?" I asked. I wasn't backing down, I needed to make sure he was gonna place his life in my hands instead of the hands of the fellowship.

"Yes, I am yours -" His teeth grazed over my wrist. "- to command," he muttered his cold lips attaching to my wrist. The coolness of his lips helped ease the slight pain of his fangs. I wasn't going to tell him, but there was a small feeling in the pit of my stomach. Like an itch I couldn't scratch.

There was vibrations from his lips that sent sparks shooting up my arm. His grip on my arm shifted and his teeth sunk further in my skin.

Whatever feeling I was getting instantly went away. "Ow," I hissed and he instantly let go pulling himself away from me a little bit.

"Apologies. I got a little ahead of myself, I will be more careful if you let me drink from you in the future." His eyes flickered to mine then to the ground in front of his feet. Raising his own arm to his wrist he took a bite, the sound of skin tearing was completely different from how he bit me. It was as if he was punishing himself. "Your turn," he said appearing in front of me instead of walking like a normal person.

Tentatively I reached out and took his bleeding wrist and placed my lips against his skin. I would have thought his blood would be cold from the feeling of his skin but surprisingly it almost burned. I was expecting the taste of iron, but this was more sweet then metallic.

I could feel Godric's free hand reach up and brush my hair out of my face then hesitantly place it on my waist to turn me and place my back against the front of him. Running my tongue along his skin I cleaned it up the best I could, seeing as his skin had healed. I looked down to my arm were the bite marks once were. The only thing left behind was the dried up blood that hopefully wouldn't stain my skin too much.

"Thanks," I said walking away from him to the sink. The feeling of his hand leaving my hip left my skin on fire. "You might want to clean that up, wouldn't want someone coming down here and seeing blood." I nodded to his wrist. His footsteps were light and soon his body was invading my personal space. Reaching around me his fingers worked on my arm to clean up the mess he left behind. His chin rested on my right shoulder concentrating on my arm. "I meant yours," I muttered looking away from the sink to the exit. One of us would definitely hear if someone was coming down the stairs, but even so I would have a lot to explain if someone walked down here right now.

"There's only one sink," Godric said bringing my attention away from the exit.

"There's this thing called patience," I said looking at the side of his face. He was so pale. if it wasn't for the flicher of his eyelashes and his thumbs making soothing motions against my skin I would thing he was dead..... dead dead. Not \/'''''\/ dead.

"There is also this word called efficiency." Godric's eyes locked onto mine and I must be having hallucinations or something cause there is no way this 2000 year old vampire is having a staring contest with me right now.

"No, it's just distracting."

"I distract you?"

"Yes."

"Is this a good or bad thing."

"Bad."

"Well then I guess it is a good thing the bloods gone then." Godric tilted his head to the side innocently. Oh you are not innocent. You don't get to play that card.

"Then I guess you better get back in your cage." I mocked our position not changing. My shoulders were pressed tightly to his and I think I just noticed how I was almost taller than him. He had me beat by an inch.

"After being granted such freedom?" The side of Godric's finger brushed against my bottom lip pulling it slightly to see my bottom teeth.

My head dipped slightly to catch his finger between my lips.

"....You had blood on your lip," Godric mumbled. The distance between us fanished and his lips slowly caressed mine.. My neck started to hurt turning at such an angle, turning my body I could press my hands against his chest grabbing the fabric of his shirt. Pushing him backwards step by step my hands moved from his chest to his hair pulling at the back of his skull.

His hands grabbed at my waist to keep my body flush against his. Turning us around my back pressed against the cage and his hands traveled lower to grab my legs and wrap them around his waist. I felt the air move around us and I had the sensation of falling when my back hit his cot.

Our lips battled for dominance my tongue running along the insides of his cold mouth. Pulling his bottom lip between my teeth I heard him let out a sigh. Flipping us again so I was on top I slowly ran my hands down his body and stood up. Looking down at him you would have thought vampires needed to breathe from how heavy his chest was heaving.

"Glad you had fun in your small session of freedom, be a good boy and maybe you'll be let out with similar treatment." I winked walking out of the cage and closed it behind me.

He didn't say a word just looked at me through the metal bars with the same look in his eyes and disheveled look.

"Sun's coming up," I said sitting down on my own cot. "Goodmorning." I turned away from him and laid down with my face to the wall.

Honestly the worst kind of writer's block is when you can't describe something, I sat here for ten minutes trying to write the kissing scene cause it's something I've never experienced, only seen on tv. So hopefully it wasn't too bad.