North American Vampire Council & Past Calling (Hypernaturals 12 & 13)

Ice Queen

Vera left the sanctuary of over 18 pictures and retrieved Angel, Denise, and Helen to come to look. Sam followed along, not wanting to stand out there alone.

Vera explained to Angel, after she had absorbed the picture, the idea of the two of them posing, nude, hands on the baby bump.

Angel said, "Well, I was nude when Morgan met me. Sure, if it's anything like this picture is. This is amazing. I want to look like this. Only pregnant."

Angel looked over at me, standing there quietly "Yes, Adrian, my lover. You can have a copy."

Reading me like a book.

Helen listened, studied the picture of the goddess, her hands on her hips. So far she had said nothing. Denise was more stunned than Helen, standing there the way I had been at first.

"Fucking hell..." She muttered. I approved of her reaction. I liked that it reached her in the same way.

"It's... Sexy as hell, and not sexual at all... How the fuck...?" Denise talked on to herself.

"I know, right?" Vera chimed in.

Denise realized Vera was right there.

"Can you imagine me like that, but with this little baby bump showing?" Vera asked.

"Jesus...." Denise agreed.

"I know, right?" Vera repeated happily.

Angel wrapped Vera in her arms from behind and kissed the top/back of her head. "It will be singular." Angel breathed.

"I wish I was pregnant!" Denise swore. In her timeline for that, Bob will be long gone.

Jessica then explained the Lake Travis photoshoot she and Morgan are going to do. "I knew you would not want to be in it, Helen. Denise? Probably." Jessica told them, "It doesn't matter though: This is me, being me. Hell, I was amazed Morgan wanted to be in it."

Helen glared at me, her best Ancient Vampire, I am going to hurt you really hard expression. I would be afraid, but I have been with her for years and developed a thicker skin.

"What, Helen?" I said in protest. "I never asked, Helen. I never brought it up. I never said a word about ANY of it. Talk to your girlfriend. It is her idea, and I am merely standing here thinking I would NEVER say 'no' to something like this. Would you? Hell, you are going to be standing right next to me looking at it. You know you are."

"Not as if you never posed nude. Or did that porno." Denise told her, distractedly.

"Shut up, Denise." Helen then pinned me with her eyes again. "Like you were not standing in here, slobbering at this picture was not enough to make Jessica go 'Hey!'." Helen's eyes narrowed. She rudely pointed at my jeans. "Not to mention that clue. You know how Jessica is about that. How you got her in the first place."

"It is not nice to point, Helen." I said, resisting the urge to fig-leaf myself. "But thanks. Now everyone knows. Jesus. Can we talk about what Denise just said?"

Helen shook her head in disgust. "No."

"Sorry, Sam. Helen is British." I explained, à propos of nothing.

"No worries." Sam assured me. "It happens. Morgan taking a picture like that one? If I was not reeling from the idea, I'd be the same way."

"Sorry, Sam." Morgan also apologized "I did not expect this trip turn out like this. Who knew this picture existed?"

"I managed our entire partnership to never think of you as an attractive woman, mostly because you kept me on my toes too much and I felt like you would know the second I let my mind stray there."