Note the rating, I've put little markers in where the naughty scene starts and finishes just in case you want to skip it.

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“Drinking silver weakens all vampire abilities, including healing.” Michael yelled.

“I didn’t realize.” I said feeling tipsy.

“This is exactly why you need to be babysat!” Michael said roughly tightening the bandage around my leg.

My stomach swirled and lurched, I hadn’t eaten anything today except alcohol. I looked down at the blood from my leg and felt really dizzy. Michael noticed the color draining from my face and grabbed a plastic bucket for me to be sick in. The dizzying high I had felt early on had disappeared and now I felt god awful. Michael held my hair back as I puked my guts out into the bucket. How the hell did people ever get addicted to alcohol when it makes you feel this ill?

“I’ll move you back to your bedroom when the club dies down.” Michael said softly.

“I want a toothbrush.” I murmured.

“All I got is gum.” Michael replied.

“I need to wash my mouth out.”

Michael sighed irritable and pulled open a crate of sparkling water and handed me a bottle. I swashed the water around my mouth and spat it out into the bucket. The faint taste of alcohol and sick remained in my mouth making me feel nauseous. I kept sipping the sparkling water until the taste had gone. Then I asked for a piece of gum. The room was getting warm and I lay on the crate of soda with my eyes waiting to sober up.

After a couple of hours the sickness subsided but I still felt hot. Really hot.  Michael refused to move me until the club had cleared and I could walk. Fanning myself with my hand I kept thinking how the room was unbearable hot. I tried to lie still and keep my eyes shut but the temperature of the room kept rising. I had to do something about it.

“Michael turn around.” I said propping myself up.

“Why?” Michael snapped.

“It’s too hot; I’m going to take off my top.” I said.

Michael’s expression froze and he forced himself to turn around. I took my top off and lay back on the crate with nothing but my bra on. Pulling out a cold tin of cola I rolled it over my tummy trying to cool off.

“It’s so hot.” I moaned.

“Yeah I know.” Michael said his sounding slightly strained.

“Michael, when are you going to take me back to bed?” I said dreamily thinking about the lovely cool air conditioning in my room.

Michael swallowed hard and took a deep breath before replying, “Um- soon.”

Raising an eyebrow I asked,

“Are you getting all hot and bothered under the collar because I’m lying here injured and defenceless wearing virtually nothing?”

“Please don’t remind me.” Michael pleaded.

“Let me reassure you Michael- whatever you last name is- I’m still mad as hell with you. So whatever terrible deeds you are imagining in your dirty head, you stop them right now because it will be probably millennia before I ever touch you.”

“Can you stop talking?”

“Why?”

“Because every time you do it reminds me that you are a foot behind me sprawled over a crate semi-naked.”

I smiled to myself; I guess I had as much power over him as he did over me. Looking down at my wounds I noticed they were slowly beginning to close. The pain had died down and I could slowly feel my vampire senses returning. But I still felt a little bit tipsy. Looking across to Michael I could feel him desperately not wanting to think about me. A cruel plan suddenly sprang into my head. Licking my lips I called out to Michael.

“Pass me another piece of gum?”

Michael closed his eyes and turned to give me some gum. I took the gum and placed it in my mouth and drank some cool sparkling water.

“I think my wounds are just about healed, could you take these bandages off?” I asked.

Michael visibly tensed before replying, “Do you want to cover up?”

“You’ve seen it before, when you changed me out of my dress into your t-shirt back at HQ.” I replied in sultry voice.

Michael turned to face me, his eyes swept over my body and before reluctantly focusing on the bandages on my leg. With steady hands he began to untie the bandages. The wounds now looked a few days old and were scabbing over. I moved leg up and down to see if it hurt. Michael watch mesmerized unable to take his eyes off me. I sat up fluid and caught his wrist.

“I’m really hungry.” I whined.

Michael closed his eyes trying to control his self-restraint. I loved watching him squirm. The silver was still inside me, still lingering and softening my abilities. My head felt light and care free and I had completely forgotten what happened yesterday. Michael offered his wrist out to me but I shook my head.

“I want to bite your neck.” I said still holding on to his wrist.

Michael didn’t reply he just obeyed. He sat on the crate of soda next to me and I wrapped my arms around his neck I climbed on to his lap, straddling him. Now he really looked out his comfort zone. Lowering my lips to his neck my tongue traced downwards to the pulse in his neck. Michael shivered his arm closing around me. As I bit into his neck, he buried his face into my hair. He moaned against my skin as I drank from him.

I thought it would be a cruel punishment to seductively tease Michael and leave him cold as he done to me so many times. My plan had been simply- take a drink from him the jump off like nothing happened. But there was a flaw in my plan- I didn’t have the same self-control as Michael. As the blood flowed into my mouth it created a sensual haze between me and Michael.

*adult part- skip if you too young or might get offended*

I felt his fingers traced up my spine to my bra strap and with one finger he snapped it loose and pulled it off and threw it somewhere behind him. He lowered his mouth to my breast and took my left nipple into his mouth. I gasped against his neck overwhelmed by the sensation; I had no idea how sensitive I was. Below me I felt his manhood hardening pressing into my panties. I lifted my mouth from his neck and watched the wounds I’d made instantly heal. Michael lifted his head up and looked into my eyes.

“I love it when you drink from me.” He breathed heavily.

 I leaned down and caught his lips with mine in a slow aching kiss and pulled away. I’d never had sex before and I had always thought my first time would be awkward and embarrassing because I really didn’t know anything about sex but everything between me and Michael flowed beautiful. I followed my body’s intuition and felt myself responding to every caress and stroke.  I wrapped my legs around Michael and allowed him to lift me up and lay me down on the floor. He shed he clothes and lay above me, I kissed him tenderly on the lips in anticipation and then he sank into me. I’m not going to lie, it hurt. My fingernails dug into his shoulders and I cried out, but Michael caught my lips and continued a slow steady rhythm that my hips picked up and followed. The pain faded instantly and was replaced by waves of pleasure that seem to escalate with each penetration. I clung to Michael as the climax began to build, the rhythm got faster, the kisses became harder and more urgent. Every thought, every fibre of my being was focused in this moment. Nothing mattered but Michael. He muttered my name against my lips as the rhythm nearly peaked. The electricity between us was almost agony but I didn’t want to stop. My fingers raked though his hair as I felt myself losing control. I called out Michael’s name as pleasure burst through my body in uncontrollable waves.  Michael too shuddered against me repeating my name over and over.

*Naughty bit over- it’s safe to come out from behind couch. *

I lay in a hazy surreal state of tiredness and disbelief. Michael rolled off of me and sat against the crate of soda. I was too busy in my own little world to notice the pissed off expression on his face. He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled in slow hiss. I was too tired for his drama. I wanted him to lie next to me and hold me like they do in the movies after sex. But Michael quickly got dressed and said flatly,

“We should move back downstairs, the club is empty.”

I blinked. Had I done something wrong? Heat burned my cheeks and I quickly hunted around the room for my clothes and put them on. Confused and hurt I opened my mouth to ask Michael what was wrong but he grabbed my hand and marched me out the room into the bar. Keira was sat at the bar with a guy a didn’t recognise, probably one of her midnight snacks. They were the only people sat in the bar. She gave a little false smile and wave in my direction as we emerged from the room. Did she know what had just happened? Vampires do have good hearing, but then the music was still playing loudly.

I followed Michael outside into the foyer, he seemed desperate to get away from me. He looked about and said,

“I need to be somewhere now. Go back to the apartment and I’ll join you later.”

It was like a knife slicing through my chest. I watched him turn and walk away from me. Numbly I walked to the elevator, the few hotel guest that were awake gave me an odd look as I walked past still covered in the blood from the gash in my leg. I stepped into the elevator and pressed the basement floor button. The doors closed and I sank to the floor. I never felt so lonely and rejected. I had shared the most intimate experience two people can ever have and Michael had virtually run away the moment we had finished. Wasn’t I good enough for him, did he not like me? Hundreds of questions pulsed through my brain picking apart what should have been one of the most special nights in my life. This felt worse than losing Micah.

When the elevator door pinged opened I walked back down the corridor into an empty apartment. Magda and Francesca had left a mug of blood on the side with a note reminding me to eat. I went straight to the bathroom and ran a hot steamy bath. In front of the bathroom mirror I got undressed, Michael had left little love bites over my skin that were fading gradually before my eyes.  The silver was wearing off. Sinking into the steamy bath I closed my eyes and tried not to dissect what had happened earlier. Back at school I had heard plenty of horror stories about sexual encounters gone wrong. My friend once took a boy back to her tent at a rock festival and while they were doing the dirty her tent collapsed. Stuff did go wrong but I didn’t think it would hurt this much. Hugging my knees I hummed my favourite song and thought to myself, in a decade no one will care, not even me. I stayed in the bath until the bath water was stone cold. Secretly I kept hoping Michael would run in and apologise to me explaining that he was just overcome with emotion or whatever bullshit- I didn’t care if he made it up. I just wanted this horrible feeling to go.

Getting out the bath water I put my pyjama’s on and brushed my teeth. The love bites and the scars on my arms and legs had disappeared. The only mark on my body now was the scar Michael had made on me a few days after we first met. Absent-mindedly I stroked the scar as I walked back into my bedroom and lay on my bed. Even the pillows smelt of him. Curling up into a ball I closed my eyes and cried myself to sleep.

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