Immortal Vengeance

Just then she saw him. He was just getting home and again that unfamiliar feeling washed over her and for some strange reason, she wanted to continue feeling it.

She climbed out of the car and found him waiting for her at the door. He led her inside with his hand at the small of her back and again, that feeling surged through her. She turned to him once they were inside. His hand slid around her waist and stayed there resting on her hip.

"Uh, how was your feeding?" She asked, for lack of anything else to say.

"I am fed now and warmer to the touch," he smiled down upon her and she felt her cheeks flush and turned quickly away from him. "Belle? Are you alright?" He asked, softly.

"I'm fine, I just... I think I could use a drink, is all," she lied.

"Belle." He rested his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her back to face him. "What is it? Please tell me."

Belle looked up into his amber eyes. "I guess I'm not used to being held in any way by men and when you touched me just now, I felt something stir in me that I have never felt. I think I'm just going a little cra--," she didn't have a chance to finish before his lips were pressing down ever-so-gently on hers for the briefest moment and then he was looking down at her again.

"Now that we have that out of the way, perhaps you can relax around me," he said, softly.

Belle gave a brief nod, then pushed up on her toes and crushed her lips to his and drew lithe arms up around his shoulders and he reciprocated in kind, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and pulling her against himself.

She pulled back then and turned away, flushed.

"Belle, if you keep turning from me, this is as far as we will ever get," he said and once again turned her back to face him.