pumping wildly into his mouth and over his tongue. She tasted as amazing as he knew she would, he shivered and tingled, his mind flooding.
As he became one with Holly , sensing her pulse, intimately tasting her and immersing himself in her being, the notion that had begun to creep into Tim’s mind was now long gone, replaced with excitement of the unknown once again. A feeling not felt in over a century had reached out and furiously anchored relentless claws into his heart. He welcomed those forgotten feelings and be gan to ponder possibilities, futures and then to greedily surrender to them - without doubt .
He could sense that Holly was about to explode from the repressed thirst for excitement and adventure and he wanted to let her, he wanted to give her the opportunity to ex plore every desire, every romantic whim. At least , he thought that was what he was sensing - he hoped anyway.
He had touched her mind with only the mildest of compulsions and he was excited too, but not so much sexually (although that was part of it to be sure) . This feeling was much deeper, more permanent. He was falling in love with Holly Wheeton, odd under the circumstances, but not that unusual for a vampire - compulsiveness was a character flaw with Tim . But tonight, he thought of it as courage.
De b caught Tim’s attention over the metro-sexual’s shoulder and projected, “ You understand now Timothy , tonight? I know you don’t plan to drain her, she’s my friend you know - I always planned for you to turn her. I know I wasn’t there for you in the beginning, but I never stopped looking out for you, loving you . ”
Tim’s eyes became moist and lit up with boyish mischief and happiness . He had already decided to turn Holly , but he was very pleased indeed that he not only had Mistress Deb rochette ’s blessing , but that she was already well aware of what he was discovering in this amazing woman . He was grateful now, aware that she had set this evening up especially for Holly and himself . His only fear now was how Holly would react to waking up as a vampire . And knowing he had turned her.
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Holly lounged on her new oversized chenille cha i se in her favorite flannel night shirt, Mittens comfortabl y nestled in her lap, thick crocheted socks folded and waiting on the coffee table , deeply immersed in the burning of Atlanta once again . She was pleasantly aware of her feet in Tim’s lap, a soft massage before he gave her a pedicure.
“I fucking love your feet,” Tim cooed.
Holly wiggled her toes, smiled and gently wagged a finger at him , “Language dear, language.”
Author’s Note
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