Bite Me

Makeup?

The meat sizzling, the noodles boiling, the sauce waiting. Theres a swift knock at the door, and I make my way over.

I was in a black dress that fitted my curves, and black stocking that allowed my feet to drift across the wooden floor. My hair was up in a messy bun, and my lipstick red. My ears were done with red rubies and a cuff on the left.

I opened the door to let Vince in, noticing his attire. Black slacks, sharp black dinkles, and to top it off, a deep purple fitted dress shirt tucked in at the waist and rolled at the sleeves.

"Bonjour, Melissa." He says docilely. "Er- hello" A large bouquet of roses in his grip.

He was clearly anxious. Hi dark raven hair was combed back with just a piece dangling in front of his forehead.

"Hello, Vincent" I smile, "I made spaghetti"

"It smells lovely." He compliments, lifting my hand and kissing it ever so softly. "These are for you." He holds out the bouquet, I take it and submerge it in a vase of water, then center on the dining table.

"They look nice, thank you."

He smiles softly as a "you're welcome" and looks around the house, observing carefully. My gray walls, black curtains. It was much more modern than his victorian home.

"Your place is nice."

"Yours is nicer.." and it was, too. His home was, well, a mansion.

"Yours is cozy."

"Shh." I perch on the tips of my toes and give him a soft kiss on the cheek. "I'm glad you're here."

"I'm glad you decided to have me."

"Sit sit," I say pulling out one chair at the end of the dining table. But doesn't.

"That's my job to do," and he wraps his fingers around the chair, so I sit. He pushes it in a few inches, and then walks to the kitchen.

He seems sure of himself, at least.

A few moments later after he set the dinner on our plates, and poured the wine in our glasses, he sits down across from me.

"Vi-" I attempt

"-No. Mel let me speak." He straighten's himself and watches me carefully. "We've only known each other for a few days, but every time I see you I get thing in my gut that tells me 'don't let her slip from you' and it makes me nervous. And every time I'm away from you, you're all I think about. You've been my thoughts, day dreams, and well- fantasies for the fewest of days. You're the only woman who's managed to affect me in such a way. So quick."

As he speaks my cheeks burn.

"I feel that way, too Vince. But I've never- never had intercourse like that. I've never been tied up— and hell, I've only slept with one other vamp before. You, you're controlling. And I've never experienced such a dominant man before. Not in my entire life."

I continue eating, feeling his eyes on me. I might have liked being dominated by him. The thought of him biting me, though, god. I squeeze thighs together trying to contain the heat within.

"I want to be with you, Melissa. I'll change, I'll be tame."

And he was tame, too fucking tame. He's my boss, and he's submitting to me. That's not how this works, he's supposed to fight! We're supposed to fight, and he's supposed to fire me, and I'm supposed to move out of the city—

"I cannot express how sorry I a-"

I stand up and walk around the table to him, he stands up as well, shocked.

"What are you doing?" He asked

I grab his cheeks and pull him down to my level, kissing him softly on the lips. He cups my cheeks and intensifies the kiss - and the heat between my thighs - I slip my tongue into his mouth, feeling his sharp fangs.

"M-"

"Shut up"

His hands roam from my cheeks to my back, and then down to my hips. He gently caresses me. 

When I finally pull apart, he instantly takes his hands off me.

"Vin, it's okay. You can touch me."

"I love you."

"What?"

"I'm in love with you."

"I- I said to take things slow, Vincent!"

I raged at him. He stepped back in shock at my outburst. I mean, I did say that! And he completely ignored me.

"Melissa!"