Spinning (part 2)

[Continued From Part 1]


Hello, sexy...

Gavin was just... the most. Rose wasn't far behind in her reaction, angling her head to introduce a new alignment of their mouths, and wasn't it a scream how a little thing like that could make her weak in the knees?

She waited a full ten seconds before laying her hands on Gavin, which had to be a personal record. Both her palms met his abdomen and pressed it softly through the shirt. It was a miracle of ladylike composure that she didn't tear holes in it with her fingernails. Rose whispered, "I've said far dirtier than that," against his mouth, and then, "Besides... places where the sun doesn't shine aren't all that bad for a girl like me."

Once again Gavin was in awe at the gentle touches being bestowed on him from Rosalyn. Both of his hands had found her waist, one daring to run smoothly up her side, only to snake around at the last minute and glide across her shoulder blade. With his palm flat against her spine, the werewolf pulled Rose closer, even as he laughed.

His lips brushed against hers as he breathed, "Why does that not surprise me?" Speaking of where the sun doesn't shine, Gavin would be lying if he said the shade was the first thing that came to mind. Then again, if asked, he would just say it was her fault again.

"Because," she said, staying close enough to let him feel the words, as well as hear them, "Secretly, you've been hoping it was true about me all along." Rose plucked his shirt up and reached inside of it. She placed her palm on his abdomen, fingers splayed apart and cool. She really hoped that whenever the levee broke and they jumped one another's bones (and she was brazen enough to consider it a sure thing), he was a talker, because the sound of that deep, scratchy voice made her want to climb the walls."Tell the truth," she said, "If that spell or whatever it was hadn't broken before prom ended, where would we have gone afterwards?"

Breathing out, a low rumble echoed through Gavin's chest when her cool hand found his warm skin. Instinctively the muscles tensed briefly before relaxing under the ministrations of Rosalyn's fingers. "You sound confident in that assumption." Technically she had every right to be, given the fact that she was right. The werewolf was looking into her eyes again, noticing each fleck of blue, and knowing they could glow yellow in a split second. The thing that disturbed him most, was the way he wasn't disturbed by the notion of it at all.

It would have been easy to lie, and he was embarrassed by it, but Gavin heard himself saying, "Where everyone goes when they don't want a night to end. Under the stars, preferably with some sort of blanket." Shaking his head, the corners of his mouth lifted, "Why do you ask?"

"And what would we do?" she asked, ignoring his question. "Teenage you and me, on a blanket under the big sky? Point out constellations?" A sneaky smile lit up her face, Rose's finger zig-zagging its way down his stomach and into his happy trail, until his pants kept it from going farther south. "I only know the Big Dipper."

The tip of her fingernail made a light, abrasive sound on the waistband of his pants. Just as soon as it was so, Rose went back up his stomach into safer territory. Of all the parts of a man's body she loved, the stomach was just one of them.

Gavin was finding it increasingly difficult to think with Rosalyn's hands on him. Not to mention the way his blood was rushing through his veins, or the way his breathing had gotten deeper. Certain images floated into his mind and he fought to keep his cool. "I don't know many of them either." He admitted, trying to work out if he was relieved or disappointed when Rose's hand moved back upwards.

"Teenage you and me?" The werewolf brought his hand around to caress along Rosalyn's shoulder, his thumb dipping under the material there to brush along the smooth skin of her collar bone. "I expect we'd be..." He paused, finding a term he thought fitting for teenagers to use, "Making out?" Well, that was something he never thought he would say.

Rose's smile widened. "Would you be very fast?" She kept her voice low, as if this were confessional. That finger slipping inside her shirt made her shoulder hitch a bit. Sure, she could hide the need to breathe from him, but not that jerk, although she'd been known to slip into the old habit of panting under particularly intense circumstances. She closed her eyes to concentrate on his touch that was neither salacious nor chaste. "I might be," she said. "Only because you've got me spinning."

There. A bit of a trade. All of his breathing for her admission.

Swallowing again, Gavin trailed his hand to the base of Rosalyn's neck, where his thumb danced along the expanse of her neck to stroke behind her ear. Following the curve that dipped just behind it as he fought the building tension humming through his body. Rose wasn't the only one spinning, between what was taking place and what she was implying could have happened after prom, was enough to make Gavin perspire. Even if only a little bit.

"If I knew that then yes," The werewolf whispered back warmly, his breath tickling against her lips, "I might be just as fast as you." For a split second it was as if he could feel the electricity in the air between them, like any sudden move could set it off.

Using a soft touch of her nose, Rose urged his jaw to tilt upward. The skin beneath was mildly rough from his 5 o'clock shadow, and she laved it with her tongue, lingering to let his pulse thump into her mouth. It was then that she faltered and uttered a genuine sound of need. She was showing Gavin her hand of cards and didn't seem capable of caring.

Going to his ear, she said, "Now I wish it was prom night," following it with a sweet-sounding laugh. Pressing her hands up higher, they covered his pectoral muscles, giving them a squeeze. "I'll try to be good, dreamboat." She slid her hands back down, intending to remove them from his shirt.

Tilting his head up, Gavin let out his own sigh when he felt her tongue press against his heated skin. Everything about Rose was driving him silently wild, and hearing her make such a soft noise against him was almost too much take.

As Rosalyn's hands moved back down his abdomen, the werewolf took a step closer until his body was the one flush against the vampire's. "Why would you wish that?" Cocking his head to the side, Gavin dipped it down to breathe against her neck, sending several strands of her hair fluttering against her skin. "When now I have a bed instead of a blanket?" Gavin hadn't thought before he spoke, so the words were almost as startling to his own ears as they may have been to Rosalyn's.

The words were music to her ears. Rose stretched her neck, wanting to feel his breath fan across it. All that weight he put against her felt divine. She reached back and grabbed the lip of the counter, then used it to boost herself into a sitting position. While the bowl clattered nearby, her knees spread to accommodate him.

The vampire took him by the belt loops and guided him closer. "Are you leading me on, Gavin?" She dipped her head while she regarded him. At least, judging by the lighthearted way she spoke, Rose seemed to be a good sport about it. She wasn't sure for what to hope: instant gratification or a slow burn. She scooted to the very edge of the countertop to meet his hips.

Now wasn't that a cheeky move to make? Gavin thought so as Rose pushed herself up onto the counter. For a brief second he struggled to keep his eyes on her face when her knees parted, it wasn't everyday a women in a skirt did that. At least not around the werewolf, as far as he knew. Feeling her fingers tug on his pants, Gavin stepped closer, careful not to push her back as his hands lifted to rest on her waist.

"I could ask you the same question, Rose." The sides of his lips twitched upwards as the corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement. There was something so fascinating about her. Or was that mesmerising? Quietly, he breathed against her lips, his nose almost touching hers. "Why is it that you aren't running just now?" It was a peculiar question but one he had been asking himself since their lips had met earlier. The werewolf kept eye contact as his hand moved slowly from Rosalyn's waist, down her upper thigh. It stopped by her knee, although his thumb snaked under the hem of her skirt to trace lightly at the start of her thigh.

Rose lifted her shoulders, a shrug that would be heard as her clothes shifted rather than seen. She had always been a girl who threw caution to the wind; it was what had gotten her killed in the first place, and the characteristic hadn't ebbed in the decades since. Speaking of sense, the vampire knew she should either leave him hanging, or screw him hard and fast and go, but this one begged to be savored. Despite what good sense told her.

"I have a weakness for dangerous men," she said. Gavin might not represent danger in the traditional sense, but his species made him tricky, and the ache he caused her to feel made him trickier. "You give me goosebumps." The fingers on her thigh drove her to distraction. She widened the set of her knees, enjoying how his touch slipped the tiniest fraction higher. "I don't care why or what happens next, I just want to feel it." The statement was accompanied by a sharp, brief tug on his belt loops. If this was where it ended, with an inner throb and a mind full of dirty pictures, Rose would still be satisfied.

What was going on? Gavin should know better than this. Well, he knew better than this from the first time they met on the train. There was just something about Rose that drew him closer when he should have been heading for the hills. The fact that she was a vampire should have disgusted him, instead it only added to the forbidden element that she had mentioned earlier. The werewolf's warm, slightly rough palm shifted over Rosalyn's knee as she moved her legs.

"What's my excuse, animal magnetism?" Gavin grinned just as he felt his hips being jerked forward by his belt loops again. "You certainly know how to get your point across, should I be worried?" Sure, he was teasing her, but the back and forth gave him a kick. Almost like a game, to see who would be the first to fumble over their words. Gavin was hoping it wasn't him. Carefully, and very deliberately, he pushed his hand a little further under her skirt, stopping mid thigh to give a light squeeze. It was still safe territory... Sort of, and his fingers reveled in the chance to explore the silky smoothness of her skin.

Rose felt tipsy. She allowed her forehead to loll and come to rest against Gavin's. There it was, that natural instinct to breathe again, perhaps because it was rhythmic, much like the things she wanted to do to him. Or perhaps it was just to inhale his scent and speak. Either way, she was doing it. "Let's worry about getting your point across," she said, amusement evident in her voice. She tapped a fingernail against the snap of his jeans, and then began to drag it ever downward. It didn't take her long to find what she was looking for. Rose's eyebrow interjected its arched reaction.

"Later you'll blame this on a thrall," she said, reversing directions with her fingertip. Rose's lips parted and she pressed a soft, damp kiss to his jaw.

"You don't have to worry about my point." Gavin managed, just before her finger trailed downwards. Apparently he was thinking too literally, and caught her drift a little too late. The rush of warm air left his nostrils as his legs tensed, a trickle of electricity passed from her subtle touch straight through him and his hand instinctively clasped around her thigh tighter.

Trying to compose himself, Gavin lifted his free hand to brush into Rosalyn's hair. For someone who didn't have a reflection, she always looked tip-top when he saw her. Strumming his fingers at the base of her neck, he breathed warmly against her ear, "And you'll say you don't know what came over you, but it was my fault." Parting his lips, Gavin took the opportunity to run the tip of his tongue along the shell of her ear, his hand under her skirt gliding upwards a few more inches. "As long as it isn't a dream, I don't mind the blame." The words were whispered against her skin, and as his teeth caught the side of her neck lightly, just below her ear.

The vampire's next words were lost. Rosalyn went rigid as his teeth nipped at her neck; did he know that would send her over the moon? She made a delicate sound and clasped her knees tighter around his hips. Trying to remember the last time she got so hot fooling around with a man, she came up empty.

And they'd barely even touched. The next thing she did was remedy that, opening her hand to press it against him. "You're awake for sure," she baited him, encircling his waist with her other arm and pulling him closer, into a kind of vice. Gavin was caught between her hands at front and back, her legs on either side.

Feeling her legs close around him, Gavin was about to say something smart until he felt her hand against him. The sensation was enough to make him forget what he was doing and close his eyes, the barest noise of a grunt left his throat as his skin tingled all over. Swallowing again, Gavin opened his eyes to find Rosalyn's. It was by choice that he had stayed alone for so long, and his choice not to take up the offers he received from women who gave him their numbers. So for him to be doing what he was, and with Rose, meant he was entirely aware of the weight of the situation.

Taking his time, his fingers walked up the inside of Rosalyn's thigh, wrapping around the top of it in a light clasp as his thumb traced the outline of her panties. Feeling bold, the pad of his thumb brushed over the material once before resting on her thigh again. Teasing himself almost as much as he had intended on teasing her. "I don't think I'm the only one." Gavin murmured against her lips.

There was the barest shiver of her legs. All she could process was that it was his hand -- Gavin's hand -- stroking between her thighs, and that idea above all else made Rosalyn's nerve endings sing. Closing her eyes, she pictured what she couldn't see happening inside her skirt. It took monumental effort not to squirm when he retreated.

"You mean you're still thinking?" Rose pouted with her entire face, a wounded kitten, a female ego pretending to be bruised. "I'll have to try harder." She kissed him, slowly at first, the intensity increasing as she encouraged his lips open and ran her tongue along the sensitive roof of his mouth. Thumb and forefinger freed the button of his pants and began to work the zipper down, a noise that she loved so. "Unless... you don't want it."

With her lips on his, Gavin felt his chest rise and fall as his lungs struggled to take in air. He could have sworn he was feeling light headed, perhaps even dizzy, from all the contact... And the lack of it. Twirling a few strands of Rosalyn's hair around his fingers, he couldn't help but feel like they were dancing. Every touch, every whisper, brought them closer to what they'd both been secretly thinking about since she had walked through the door.

Every hair on the back of his neck stood up as Rosalyn's fingers worked on his zipper. It took all of his restraint not to push her down and climb onto the counter, the only hint that he had been thinking of that was the low growl that sounded from his throat, his eyes closed momentarily. Using his nose, Gavin pushed her chin up, breathing against the soft skin of her neck, "I think you know I do." Teasingly, his tongue swiped along the curve of her throat, right by the hollow there, "I can almost guarantee it." Once his words were whispered, his teeth caught her neck again gently, while his hand smoothed around her thigh, hooking under it and pulling her closer to him.

The lip of the counter was underneath her. Rose's high-heeled shoes ground against the cabinetry as she teetered on the edge, trying to get nearer his bite, and clinging to his hips for balance. Inside, it seemed like she was melting. What he said was a green light, as far as she was concerned, so she hit the gas pedal, sliding her hand into his boxers and wrapping it around him before pulling Gavin free.

The touch was expert, a coaxing squeeze and insistent motion back and forth. She opened her eyes and pulled back, meeting him nose to nose. "Then what are you waiting for, hot shot?" Rose smiled. "A ladylike rebuke? It's not coming." As far as this was concerned, the brunette was a sure thing, as she had been since meeting him on the el. She looked at his mouth, the scruffy jaw underneath. Everything about him tied her in knots. She wondered if he'd like to hear her beg. She was two shakes from it, and Rose never begged.

There was nothing that could have prepared Gavin for the confident touch he was now receiving. Rosalyn's hand was slightly cooler than his own, her skin incredibly smooth, and her ministrations almost delicate. No one could have guessed the strength she possessed in that moment, even Gavin. Breath caught in his throat, and his hand fell from Rosalyn's hair and wove under the hem of her shirt. Pressing his face against her neck, Gavin felt the moan build up from his toes and fall from his lips.

With his hand now caressing up her side, Gavin tickled his fingers over each of Rosalyn's ribs before guiding his palm around to lay flat against the middle of her back. Fingers reached up to stroke firmly along her spine as he inched her closer still. "What am I waiting for?" His lips brushed against her neck as he spoke, "One of us to lose our cool." The words were hot against Rose's skin, and his tongue flicked lightly over it. It was undeniable that at any given second, the calm of the storm was going to pass, and one of them was going to give in to their nature. Though inside he was still surprised. Rosalyn could have gone after anyone, yet it was Gavin who was clutching her right now, and it was the backs of his fingers brushing against the material between her thighs.

It was nearly imperceptible, but he had caused Rose's body to begin to surge against his questing fingers. Those were not close enough by far, and the ache of wanting more, wanting to hit cloud 9, caused her eager movements. They were timed perfectly with the stroke of her hand. Not joined, not yet, but made to experience similar things.

With the other, she guided Gavin's head along her neck, down to where she could recall being bitten. There was no scar but she knew the spot by heart. "Until one of us pops the clutch," she agreed. Rosalyn pulled on the werewolf's shirt and lowered her mouth, printing on his shoulder an impression of her human teeth. That he trusted her not to do more was an astounding thing: her, a vampire.

Each second that passed was causing Gavin's cool to slip further and further away. Urges were making it difficult for him to think and not just pin her down and have his way. He wasn't just a red blooded man, he was a werewolf, and it just made his need all the more strong. Ironic then, that it would be her teeth on his shoulder that finally slashed away the remaining of his resolve.

"That would be me." The words were barely out before his teeth sunk into Rosalyn's neck, not enough to break the skin by any means, but enough for her to feel the strain. With a fluid movement, his hand returned to grip the top of her thigh, his thumb slipping beneath the material that his fingers had just been acquainted with. As his thumb glided against her, Gavin let out another quiet rumble when he encountered moisture, before beginning to trace lazy, light circles. Part of him wanted to move faster, the other part of him was wanting to savour it. "You feel divine." It was a strange thing to say to a vampire, but the words had left him before he realised it, and it wasn't something he would take back. Gavin's stubble scraped across her skin as he nuzzled the spot where his teeth had been.

Uttering a sigh of relief and a gasp of renewed tension, Rose's head dropped back, exposing the pale column of her neck. She was naked in her reactions, openly relishing the way he knew just how to touch. Easy circles with his work-roughened fingers. "Gavin?" Care was taken that when she squeezed and scraped with her nails, it was only to the back of his neck. Lower, where she exerted another grip, she was gentler but no less persuasive, increasing how quickly her palm moved.

She turned to his ear. "This is so much better than dinner," she teased, and wrapped her legs around him. Where her ankles crossed, the heels dug into him. They were moving in slow motion, but if she'd had a heartbeat, it would've raced with how crazy she wanted him. Rose pressed her nose against his neck and inhaled to catch his scent. Wasn't she supposed to despise that scent? "You're to die for."

Gavin's ears picked up at the gentle sounds she made, and his mouth lavished across the expanse of her neck with renewed vigor, teeth and tongue working together to create a small winding path up her throat. Rosalyn didn't need to breathe, yet she was, he could feel her moving against him. There was a thrill he got from it, a reaction like that could never be bad. There was no pulse beneath his lips, but he imagined if there was he would feel it thrumming against his tongue. "Hmm?" Pulling his head back, Gavin let the tip of his nose rub lightly against Rosalyn's, his dark eyes meeting hers.

Laughing, the werewolf was startled by how at ease he was, entwined with this vampire. "How can you be so sure if you haven't tasted it?" The amusement in his tone was obvious, he should have known her sharp wit wouldn't have been dulled by the sensations she was receiving, and he knew she was. With his hand on her back, his nails lightly danced along the curve. He didn't want to stop, but felt the need to move from the kitchen, where surfaces weren't quite as solid. Grudgingly, the werewolf moved his hand from Rosalyn's thigh, around to gently but firmly clasp her rear. With her legs wrapped around him tightly, he stepped backwards, and attempted to remember the layout of his home.

"Because I'd rather taste you." Though she was loathe to let go, too, Rose did, only to wrap her arms and legs more firmly about the werewolf. "Off to look at the stars?" She spoke figuratively of course, though if this went off the way she thought it might, there would be a dazzling set of explosions. Either that, or he was about to deposit her on the doorstep. The only consolation there was that Gavin, she was certain, would be left with as much physical discomfort as she, if not more.

"This is very serious," she whispered, wide-eyed, acknowledging the admitted insanity of their extracurriculars, while lending it a joking tone. The humor was as much for Rose as it was for Gavin. The imagination was a fickle thing, and she found herself wondering how he'd take it afterward, when that pounding urge in his loins had subsided. Seconds later, she dismissed the question entirely; since when did she care about after?

The chances of Gavin throwing Rosalyn out were as good as hell freezing over. Though, when he thought about it, hell just might freeze over with their antics for this evening. Their species weren't expected to be able to stand in the same room together, let alone desire each other. Gavin could chalk it up to madness, but did he really want to? That warm dry palm never left the middle of her back, and he continued to caress her as he walked. She barely weighed anything, so there was no strain or hurry to get to his bedroom. If he was honest, the werewolf was enjoying how his arms could wrap around her so easily, enveloping her with his body.

Gavin's lips twitched as he watched Rosalyn's face, in that moment she looked worried, and above that, innocent. For a brief second he almost forgot she was a vampire. With his hands occupied, he bumped the tip of her nose with his own, "Very serious..." He said, matter of fact. Turning, he used his shoulder to push open his door, and took careful steps towards the bed. Bending slightly, the werewolf sat Rose down on top of the thick duvet and cupped her chin with his fingers. Once his hazel eyes had locked onto her Robin's blue, he finally finished what he had been saying, "I don't even know if you'll respect me in the morning." Delicately, the pad of his thumb followed the fullness of her lower lip as he smiled down at her. She was unlike anyone he had ever met; that alone was enough to make his skin tingle.

Rose bit his thumb and looked up at him expectantly. She had learned long ago the power of pearly whites on a man's skin. "I don't know if respect's the right word," she mused, taking her time unbuttoning her blouse from neck to midriff. Between the parted fabric, the vampire's ivory skin was revealed in increments, and it looked so white beneath the brilliant red of her bra, white and untouched. She was tiny in height and weight, but curvaceous, and her breasts were pushed upward, barely held within the silken cups. "Have eyes for? Now we're getting hot." She peeled the shirt down her arms and let it drop off fingertips.

Rose took his wrist in her hands, and then the warm cavern of her mouth enveloped Gavin's thumb, sucking on its salty taste. She used her tongue to explore it in twirls and flicks. The life in him intoxicated her; he didn't taste like any man she'd known. He was not someone for biting and drinking; he was someone for experiencing.

Snow White. She reminded him so completely of Snow White right now. Those intense blue eyes, the creamy paleness of her skin, and her lips as red as her bra. All in all, it was enough to make his jaw drop as he painstakingly watched each button slowly come undone by her nimble fingers. Oh, and he knew how they felt on his body, boy did he know. Gavin heard every word Rosalyn said, he just didn't have the capacity to understand much of it as she bit his thumb. "We're only getting hot now?" As far as the werewolf was concerned, he had been getting hot as soon as she had walked past him into the kitchen. Seeing her shirt cascade down her shoulders and flow to the floor, creating a puddle of material by the edge of his bed, gave him the go ahead to remove his own shirt.

Reaching back, his hands clutched the material of his shirt and pulled it over his head. It was dropped to land with Rosalyn's by their feet, and he marvelled at how good her shirt looked laying on his floor, almost as good as when she wore it. Whatever he had planned to do next went straight out the window when she caught his wrist, his dark eyes closed with a low groan, the feeling of her mouth wrapped around him was enough to raise goosebumps over his arms. "Careful, Rosalyn..." Gavin breathed out, his eyes opening just as his free hand lifted up to graze along her bare shoulder, his fingers tracing down the underside of her arm.

The way men took their shirts off, reaching back to pull it over their heads, was in its way so sexy. A view she found arresting. Still, nowhere near as much as the bare torso underneath. Gavin was so broad across the chest, but his waist was narrow. The muscles on his stomach danced as she wrapped her tongue around his thumb.

"Careful or what?" She pulled it from her mouth and touched his navel, followed the narrow trail of golden-brown hair up his midsection. Then she splayed her palms across his chest. His skin was so warm, and he was masculine, tan and cut and hard, an opposite of her. "You'll crank it?" Nothing about how Gavin looked made Rosalyn want to be careful. He did have animal magnetism, and she wanted to be swept up in it.

"You are so cherry," she said, toeing her shoes off, and then gathering her legs underneath her on the mattress. While he watched, she reached back, undoing the zip of her skirt and pushing it down over her hips. One leg was freed at a time, and the skirt joined the growing pile on the floor. She knelt there and crooked a finger.

"That depends on what your definition of crank is." Even though his tone was filled with amusement, there was no accompanying smile, instead his eyes had closed once more while his lungs pulled in air. The act caused his chest to expand, forcing contact with Rosalyn's questing hands before he breathed out slowly. If Eve had been as sultry as Rose, then Gavin could understand why Adam took a bite of the apple. The werewolf felt like he would do anything that she asked right now. That, in itself, was incredibly dangerous.

Tilting his head to the side, Gavin managed to ask, "I'm what?" before his eyes caught sight of the zip being pulled down on her skirt. When they did, his chest burned from lack of air. When had he forgotten to breathe? Fumbling to push his pants down, Gavin got them to his ankles then remembered he had boots on. Had he always been so absent minded, or was it purely because she was so captivating he couldn't think of anything else?

Standing on the back of each boot, he pulled his feet free just in time to see Rosalyn beckon him closer. He didn't have to be told twice. "You're beautiful."

She beamed at him and made room by inching to the center of the bed. There she stayed on her knees, while that wagging finger of hers plucked a bra strap from her left shoulder. It looped against her arm. She did the same to the right and then reached behind her back to find the clasps.

As provocative as Rose was in words and little touches, she conducted herself as a lady, always dressed to the nines, very rarely showing any skin. Oh, she used the promise of sex to lure men into seductive traps, but a rare few saw what was beneath those sweaters and skirts. It wasn't because Rose was a prude; it was because she dwelled in a time when women held onto their mystery like a weapon.

There were two quiet pops as the clasps came undone. Rose held his eyes while she let it fall away, a quirk at the corners of her mouth, daring him to break eye contact and look.

Thankfully Gavin's knees had made it onto the bed before his legs gave way at the sight before him. He could hear nothing over the sound of his own blood rushing through his veins as his heart galloped in his chest. Those dark eyes followed each strap as it fell, but as soon as Rosalyn reached behind her, the werewolf dragged his eyes back to her face.

Something peculiar was happening inside him, it felt as if he would explode from wanting her so much. As if glancing at her exposed breasts would tip the scale and he would lose control.

Determined not to break eye contact, Gavin was well aware of Rosalyn's almost grin, he scooted closer to her until his knees touched hers. Even then he kept his eyes on hers, but not his hands... Which were wandering up her arms with a barely there caress. The will power it took for his hands to glide along those supple shoulders without looking, and further south until his warm dry palms were cupping her as snugly as her bra had, was almost outstanding. His tongue danced behind his teeth as his thumbs brushed over her nipples once.

It was the vampire's turn to struggle with eye contact. The graze of Gavin's slightly-rough thumbs made her eyelids heavy. Rose would never see heaven, but that fluttery, insides-turning-to-butter feeling she got when he laid his hands on her was close enough. To steady herself, she held his waist, those spectacular shadows at his hip bones getting the touch of her thumbs, which then dipped into the elastic waistband of his boxers.

She bagged them away from his abdomen and tugged them down. On the way back up, her fingers tickled his inner thighs through the dusting of hair. He was going to feel incredible on her, she already knew, and wondered if she could keep from squirming, from rolling around on Gavin and with Gavin.

Steadily looking at him, Rose tipped her face and brushed a kiss across his mouth. The soft sound of silk panties sliding down her thighs could be heard. There they waited like his boxers, trapped where their knees met the mattress. "I've been dreaming of how you'd feel," she said. Long, devastatingly imaginative hours in the afternoon, when she should've been sleeping, spent wondering about him, and them.

Feeling the softness of Rosalyn's lips, his own parted, the tip of his tongue flicking along her lower lip before his teeth snagged it. A growing rumble in his chest could be heard as Gavin thought of her thinking about them. In a fluid motion, his mouth left hers, his chin nudging against the side of her jaw before he brushed his cheek against hers.

Breathing warmly against her ear, Gavin paused a moment before whispering in a rather husky tone, "You're the reason I've been coming home earlier from work." Perhaps not a statement that Rosalyn may have been expecting, but it was true none the less. Winding his left arm around her thighs, his other worked its way around to splay between her shoulder blades.

"You see..." Sighing, he placed a wet kiss just below her ear, his mouth weaving a slow, steady trail of them down her neck as he gradually sat back on his heels. Tonguing the dip to the side of her collar bone, Gavin breathed out warmly, "All I kept thinking about was you." Dipping his head, he nuzzled the sweet valley between her breasts, his mouth then seeking out what his thumbs had just moments before. With his lips wrapped around it, Gavin's tongue swirled at first before going on to lavish.

The difference in temperature between a vampire's cool skin and a werewolf's hot mouth was jolting. For the barest second, Rose was concerned she might swoon. Incapable of keeping her balance any longer, she eagerly climbed onto his lap, straddling Gavin's thighs where he knelt. An arm extended down so that she could free her panties from her ankles. They dangled from her fingertip and dropped off the bed. Then she leaned back and draped herself over his forearm, arching her spine to lift her breasts up urgently to him.

Putting together thoughts was difficult, but Rose knew exactly where her body was in correlation to his, and widening the set of her thighs, she intentionally brought herself up against him, a relentless taunt. "Promise you'll do to me everything you thought of..." Maybe not now, when exploding into a thousand little pieces seemed likely, but sometime, Rose wanted him to work out every picture in his head. She held onto him tightly, digging her red fingernails into his shoulders and dragging them in a slow scrape up and down his back.

It was all too much. Her taste, her teasing, her nails, the way she felt against his tongue, in his arms, and ghostly hovering above him...Suddenly the flood gates opened and he was assaulted with every little sensation all at once, flowing over him. That was when Gavin stopped thinking, the second he buried his face against the crook of Rosalyn's neck and let out a deep down, full on growl. Tightening his arms around her and pulling her closer, his fingers splayed out as if trying to hold onto as much of Rose as possible.

"I will..." Gavin's voice was low, almost thick with desire. Tilting his head up, breathing quicker than before, he waited until his eyes met Rosalyn's before his left arm dropped to circle her waist in an almost vice like grip. "I promise." The whisper had only fallen from his lips as he pushed himself up, the same time his arms guided Rosalyn down. Crushing his lips against hers with a deep groan, his entire body jolted as it got to feel what he'd been dying to all night.

The broken moan of Rose surprised even her. It was just that Gavin was all around her, going through her, and his skin was scorching. She pulled her mouth away and tucked her face into the werewolf's shoulder, waiting there until she was certain she had control, that her features weren't shifting into what the werewolf hated. Nothing could ruin this. Facial muscles went taut and her gums burned, but she kept the demon in check, unwittingly clamping down all her muscles, squeezing him as hard as she could, inside and out.

Opening blue eyes that flickered yellow, she saw a few droplets of sweat forming on his shoulder and bathed them with her tongue. Rosalyn wrapped her arms around his neck. Had she broken the skin on his back? So many scents were in the air, and amongst them she could've sworn was Gavin's blood, but perhaps it was a fantasy, a trick of her mind. She slipped a fingertip into her mouth.

The craving to move her hips came back, and she began to do so, rolling them in a circling motion that seared her nerve endings. "We fit," she murmured. "Who would've thought?"

A strangled noise caught in Gavin's throat as he experienced the sudden, all over clenching. White teeth sunk into Rosalyn's shoulder to stifle the noise as it tried to escape, his body going rigid for a few tense seconds, caught up between the overwhelming pleasure and the burning throb where Rosalyn's nails pierced little half moons into his back. That borderline, itchy feeling inside his veins of too much and not enough all at once.

Languidly, his tongue danced over the teeth marks imprinted on Rosalyn's soft, creamy skin. Working his lips slowly up the curve of her neck to her ear, Gavin caught the lobe between his teeth and pulled it into his warm mouth. Keeping his arms tightly around her, the werewolf very carefully began to lean forward, laying her down without either of them losing any contact.

Bringing his hands around to smooth down her stomach, one followed the swell of her hip and down along her outer thigh. The other stayed between them, that same questing thumb returning to that particular sensitive place on Rose once more. Even as his body tingled and his hips began to move slowly like the tide coming in, his thumb picked up where it had left off. Tracing slow, light circles. "Like lock and key." Gavin's mouth captured Rosalyn's and his tongue traced along her lips. As far as he was concerned, her lock was the only one he would be entering.

The sensations in her body went off like firecrackers of gratification. Rose churned her lower half beneath him; she was not the kind of gal to hold still. Each collision built on the one before it, so that separate notes of pleasure blended into one long, keening wave of it. The friction between them became another source of heat, until she was just as warm as Gavin, and felt nearly as alive. She stretched her arms overhead. Her fingers twisted in the bed linens, pressed against the headboard, became a means of thrusting herself down faster at him, until they were really wailing.

But she wanted to touch him, too. That caressing thumb had her fired up like crazy. Uttering quick, high cries against his lips, she grabbed the back of Gavin's head, his shoulders, his buttocks, any place she could find purchase and urge him on. She had turned into a wild cat underneath him, and perhaps that wasn't surprising from Rosalyn.

There was an element of restlessness inside Gavin. Though he was taking his time, the animal part of him, the darker part, wanted to go much faster. With a quiet whine, his lips left Rosalyn's and he bared his teeth against her neck instead, breathing hard. The temptation to bite her was growing; no matter how much he fought it, his own inner demon was as awake as he was. Whispering in a rush, "You sound so good..." Gavin let another rumbled growl overcome him. Not only did Rosalyn sound good, she felt amazing, enough so that he worried briefly about how long he could last. Of course, he wouldn't tell her that.

It was Rosalyn's hands on him that finally made him lose all pretense of cool, his body suddenly acting without any controlled thought. "I could just eat you." The husky words were spoken against her skin before his teeth parted and he bit down on her neck almost roughly. Not enough to break the skin, but incredibly close to it, as his free arm snaked up Rosalyn's side. With his hand now under her arm, Gavin grabbed onto her shoulder tightly, gaining more leverage as he leaned further into her. The sensation of sinking so deeply into Rose sent a shudder straight down his broad shoulders and back, his breathing more laboured as his hips increased the pace. There was no doubt that Gavin was losing himself with her.

After that indelicate – but nowhere near unpleasant – bite to her neck and surge deeper inside her, Rose was hanging on by a thread. In response, her mouth opened to omit a small yelp of surprise, and a few strangled exclamations of ‘oh’ and ‘Gavin’. She was tiny but capable of taking all of him, and everything he did. She lifted her knees alongside his ribcage, squeezing oh so tightly. Her toes curled into the duvet, and she used the balls of her feet to propel herself up to meet Gavin over and over. That extra bump felt good enough to turn her inside out.

The climax came in a rush. Rose’s legs trembled, and then her stomach, and finally her womb contracted. The whimpers building to it almost made her seem helpless, though the rolling motions of her body told another story. At its peak, she dug into his shoulders with her fingernails, opened her mouth soundlessly, and went utterly still. Release was a jarring buck of her body.

Feeling the way Rosalyn's legs wrapped tighter around him, the pressure inside him only grew; hearing his name fueled the desire that burned through his veins for her. Gavin's teeth grazed sharply up the curve of her neck, nipping just below her ear with a soft warm growl from his throat. "Rose..." The tone of sandpaper, gruff and low, was breathed out as a sigh, his body wrapping around hers with an urgency.

There was nothing that could be compared to the sudden feeling of Rosalyn gripping him, inside and out, as her body trembled. Gavin knew what was happening, and the knowledge almost tipped him over the edge, it took all of his will power to lift his head up and watch Rosalyn's face. Every little reaction, the way she froze, the shape of her swollen red lips, how her hair cascaded around her... All of it was printed into Gavin's memory. Yet it was that last jerk of her hips that had him bury his face against her neck, his thighs tensing considerably before the rest of his body convulsed, his hips pushing roughly into her of their own accord. Fighting the urge to throw his head back and let out a loud howl, Gavin's entire body trembled against Rosalyn as he clamped his teeth roughly into the joining between her neck and shoulder, his own climax ripping through him.

While he shivered, Rose wrapped her calves around the were’s lower back, closing him into her. She stroked the back of his head, giving touches that were light and soothing, in striking comparison to the scratching of before. “Mmm…” The little moan was the happy sound of a woman fully sated, and she giggled a few seconds later, further along in her recovery than Gavin. “Betcha can’t do it just once.” It was meant to get a rise out of him, to poke fun in case he thought of this as an itch well-scratched. Slept with vampire? Check.

Once, she’d thought it might be that way for her, but now that Rose knew all he was capable of in the sack, she knew she’d want another roll in the hay. Perhaps in ten or fifteen minutes.

It could have been innapropriate but Gavin snorted against Rosalyn's neck before laughing. Deep, rich sounding laughter that bubbled up from inside him and caused his shoulders to shake. Kissing a lazy trail up to her lips, the werewolf pulled back just enough to look down at her, his lips curled up into a rather satisfied, happy grin. "Who said anything about it being once?" With a cheeky wink, he raised his eyebrows slightly, while his hands caressed up her sides. Pressing his palm fully against her skin, as if he couldn't get enough contact, his nose rubbed lightly against Rosalyn's. Perhaps under normal circumstances he would be embarrassed by his behaviour, though right now, he felt on top of the world. So he was a nuzzler, no big surprise given that he was a werewolf.

Leaning in, his cheek grazed along Rosalyn's while his lips sought out the tender shell of her ear. Nibbling and licking it before he chose to whisper warmly, "There are other parts of my anatomy."

Pulling back, she put on an over-the-top offended look. “Your anatomy? What about mine?” She grabbed a pillow and stuck it between Gavin’s face and hers to block him, a physical gesture somewhere on the level of stomping off with her shiny, red ball. “Well, I never!” It took a bit of jostling, since she was pinned in place, but she managed to roll from underneath him and turn her back on the werewolf.

Of course, it was no accident that her backside ended up in his crotch. “You can take a long walk off a short pier,” she pretend-pouted. The mischievous part of her required that Rose vehemently readjust her position, pushing up against him in the progress.

Baffled, Gavin blinked as a pillow was suddenly pulled over Rosalyn's face, "What?" Oh... She was having a little hissy fit, and despite knowing it was a bad idea, the werewolf began to laugh again. "No, you've got the wrong idea."He finally managed, composing himself as much as possible as she shifted under him.

Resting his head on his palm, his elbow supporting him as he landed on his side, Gavin let out a startled noise as her rear suddenly pushed against him. "Rosalyn..."

She was clearly in a huff, and the werewolf took the opportunity to press his bodly against her back, his right arm lifting to first brush her hair back, and then to tilt her face gently upwards to look at him. "Look at you, all grumpy so soon." Gavin then made a grumpy sad face at her, arm sinking down to wrap around her waist, his large palm almost engulfing her stomach as his fingers splayed out. Nuzzling into her hair, the werewolf took a deep breath, inhaling her sent as if she were a bouqet of flowers. "I meant..." He whispered, his tone filled with amusement, a signal that he could erupt into more laughter at any given second. "There are other parts of me that I can use on you... But, if you don't want that..." He shifted then, deliberately being playful, and turned onto his other side.

Ding! It was as if a light bulb had gone off over Rosalyn’s head. Now, if only she could figure out how to recover gracefully… Deflection often worked. The mattress shifted as she rolled over and stared at his spine, trailing a fingertip from his nape downward. “Want that? You owe me at least that,” she declared airily.

Quietly, his shoulders began to shake as he fought the laughter threatening to burst free from his mouth. "Owe you?" It was difficult to sound indignant, when all he wanted to do was turn around and wrap his arms around her. "If that's the least I owe you, dare I ask what else is to follow?" Keeping a straight face, well as straight as he could manage, Gavin shifted again to turn back onto his left side, facing Rosalyn once more. Lifting an eyebrow to emphasize his question.

"Good girls don't speak about such things," she said, tapping his forehead and nose. "You wouldn't suggest I'm not a lady, would you?" An ironic conversation, considering not only her species, but her chosen profession... And everything she'd just done without even sitting down to dinner first. Her long-dead parents would've been mortified, not to mention her ex-husband, which was great fun for her. Rose leaned across the pillow to kiss him.

"Look's like I'll have to guess then." Gavin grinned as she tapped his nose, wiggling it a little before her lips caught his. That was all the encouragement he needed, and his arms wove around Rosalyn to cling to her back, pulling her body flush against his. "But that means you'll have to stay the night." Burying his face under her chin, he let his eyes close, and smiled. The thought should have disturbed him; funny then that it was more of a comfort than anything else.