Our Dearly Departed

Fake Your Death

Part Two: Fake Your Death 

AN: If you're super religious, you might be offended...also, additional blood, choking, and dirty things in general, all meant for your enjoyment and not to offend! Happy reading.

"Yours. We already broke mine in," I smiled, trying to ease his nerves.

I'd like to think that I understood why he felt so nervous; I was apprehensive, as well. What was this? Did he just enjoy messing with his vampiric conquests? Was he a whore with an abnormally high sex drive, or did he believe he found a mate with whom to live out his morbid way of life? I didn't feel like it was right time to have that conversation, besides...I couldn't deny that a repeat of what took place in my coffin was more than appealing. He opened the lid to his coffin revealing the black silk lining inside.

"Oh, by the way, I cleaned yours," he said, opening the lid to mine as well, revealing a newly pristine white lining.

"You left that rosary pinned in it."

He shrugged and said with a smirk, "I wasn't sure if you're religious."

He winked.

"That's not why you left it in there."

"Guilty. I had plans but got distracted. Would you like to see what I wanted to do with it?" he whispered, "I tend to be a little theatrical."

He pulled my hair away from my neck and kissed my skin lightly. I could tell he was trying very hard to hold himself back.

"I don't mind you biting me," I sighed, "I held up well the first time."

"I can't, sweetheart. You can't lose any blood right now."

He laughed when I frowned. He stepped back, as if waiting for permission to continue. He also looked like he had a sentence on the tip of his tongue that he was fighting to hold back.

"Gerard, whatever it is, just say it."

"You can bite me, instead. A little bit of blood will do you good, actually. Just watch how much you take."

"I'll be careful."

"It's easier said than done, especially in a passionate moment. But I trust you."

"How? We literally just met yesterday, and our only experiences so far have been sex, you stripping me of my humanity, and locking me in a casket."

"Are you complaining?"

"Not at all."

I couldn't help myself. I threw my arms around him and kissed him as passionately as I could without ripping his lips apart with my newly lethal teeth. That was going to take some getting used to. He sensed my distress and pulled away, smiling.

"You'll get used to the fangs. Here, try it this way," he said angling my lips with his in a different way that was so much more comfortable, "There you go."

I hadn't realized he was taking my clothes off until he pulled away to pull my dress over my head. I grabbed his wrist before he could touch my panties.

"I don't think so, Father. You promised me you'd shed some clothing, too. I'm not taking one more thing off until you're naked."

"You're right, I did say that. But you're going to have to atone for your sins, first. There are other skills besides kissing with fangs that you should practice."