Stay With Me

19

Vanessa woke with a start, sweat dripping down her face as she looked around the familiar bedroom. Dead, who stood in front of his desk, turned and smiled at her before making his way over to the mattress.

"Another bad dream?" he questioned.

Vanessa nodded. "Yeah."

Dead chuckled. "I know the feeling. Don't worry too much about it, it was just a dream. Come on, Melanie and Hellhammer will be here soon to take us to the doctors office."

"Pelle," she whispered. "I had a dream that the doctor said I won't ever be able to have kids."

Dead's smile fell as he brushed his thumb across her cheek. "Don't worry, Ness, everything is gonna be okay."

"I guess you wouldn't be too worried about it; you don't want kids."

"Not right now I don't. But that doesn't mean things can change. I mean, look at me, Ness. I'm a walking clusterfuck! I can hardly take care of myself, let alone a kid right now. Right now yes, I hope you're not pregnant but that's because I want more time for us. I want us to be married as soon as possible and tour with the band with you. I'm sorry if I made you feel like that."

Vanessa sighed, shaking her head. "No, you're right, Pelle. It's way too early for either of us to have a kid. I'm sorry I even said that to you."

Forcing a half smile, Dead pulled Vanessa into his arms, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. Making his way back over to the desk, Dead picked up a small notebook and stuffed it in his back pocket. There wasn't a solid date for their next show, but from what Euronymous had said when they were walking they would be going out of the country within the next couple of months so Dead need to get as much new material written as possible before then.

He watched from behind strands of hair as Vanessa got dressed for the day. His heart sped as he took her in; each time was like the first for him. He could never truly get his mind wrapped around the fact that the beautiful creature before him actually wanted him. His mouth dropped as he watched her pick up on of his Bathory shirts and slipped it over her head. She had only wore his shirt one other time and that was just in the middle of the night so she could run to the bathroom after they had just finished making love. His face burned at the memory of the last time they had made love. If he was bing completely honest it was probably the most intense they had ever been before.

His face continued to burn as her screams echoed in his mind, hoping he could hear them again sooner rather than later. Turning his attention to a random piece of paper, Dead tried to push the images out of his mind as he felt himself harden with each passing second. Try as he might, the memory kept playing in his mind like a movie, a low groan escaping him. His eyes darted over to where Vanessa stood in front of the mirror as she put on her makeup. Glancing down he checked the small clock on the desk. Melanie and Hellhammer probably wouldn't be here for another half hour at the most.

Silently making his way over to where she stood, he placed his hands on her hips kissing across her neck as he held her close.

"Pelle, what's gotten into you?" she laughed.

Groaning, the blond pushed himself against her, letting her feel the problem for herself.

"I was thinking about last time," he confessed.

As soon as the words left his lips, the pieces all fell into place for Vanessa. "Aren't we a little pressed for time?"

Dead growled, biting down on her neck. "We can be quick. I just need to feel you close to me again. When we make love it's like I can feel something change. Like, I can feel your love pouring out into my body."

Vanessa blushed, trying her hardest to fight it. "Pelle, can't you wait until tonight?"

Dead's hand reached under the shirt, his nails scratching against her hip as he continued his assault on her neck.

"Is that what you want to do?"

Her mind flashed with the memory of his outstretched had the day they had met. The exact same words that instantly had her wrapped around his finger.

"No."

Turning her to face him, Dead pressed his lips roughly against hers picking her up as he kissed her. Vanessa wrapped her legs around his slender waist, her fingers tangling themselves in his hair trying desperately to pull him closer, the taste of snus lingering on his tongue as he entered her mouth. His fingers dug deeper into her skin in a desperate attempt to pull her further into him, the fabric between them nearly driving him over the edge. He craved her in every possible way; from the soft kisses she gave him each day to just being able to feel her skin against his, he needed her more than he could describe.

Vanessa gasped as she tried her best to match Dead's pace, eventually giving up and letting him take control. It wasn't often that he took on a more dominant role when they were intimate, but when he did it was like being around a completely person. She cried out as he roughly bit and pulled on her lower lip, sitting her down on the desk as his hands made their way down her legs. Taking her own hand she pressed her palm against him, earning a low groan from the vocalist as she rubbed through his torn up jeans. Just as she started to undo the button on his jeans, Hellhammer called from downstairs.

Dead growled, the annoyance apparent in his eyes. "Can we finish this later?"

She smiled, rubbing her nose against his. "Pelle, do you really need to ask?"

"Always. I don't want you to think this is all I want you for."

"You've never made me feel like that. Now come on before Hellhammer breaks down the door."