Let's talk the dead girl - Johnathon's Haven

He placed a hand over her heart and smiled softly "My Raz0r"

She places her hand over his, pressing it close.

"For always."

And then her fangs slipped into his bare chest.

A low growl formed in his throat as he clutched his Goddess tightly to him and arched as the sensations of the Kiss raced through him

She held, fingers scratching down his side to add to the sensations her fangs were drawing from him. And she growled in response to his. So very feral and primitive.

His growls deepened, as he tore at her clothing and flesh as well, matching her feral intensity.

She pulled her fangs from his flesh, licking the wounds closed, then nibbling with her normal teeth across his bare skin.

"What do you want? Now, this second. What can I do for you."

Words punctuated with bites, ones that were not gentle, but were not damaging, either.

"I have it. I have you" he said between bites as he sighed happily

She purred softly, nibbling at him.

"There is nothing you want from me? Nothing you want me to do?"

"Just be you" he beamed up at her "You make me happiest just by being you and being with me"

She lifted herself free, her shirt in tatters. Her knees on either side of him, she straddled his hips.

"Am I all that you desire?"

"No" he smiled "But you have given me what I wanted most from you. Namely, you. The rest, we will have to create together."

She smiled and pulled his hands to her hips.

"Can you share me? Are you capable?"

"I have no claim to the sole of your person" he smiled warmly "Not only are you an individual, but I knew you had a mate before we got this far in our relationship. So, yes I can share you."

Her smile brightened.

"You really are too good to be true."

"Why?" he said while cradling her in his arms

"You put up with me and my secrets, you're willing to share me, and you're going to build me things. How do you exist?"

"Well, it started back in 1869 when my parents had sexual congress which resulted in my birth in 1870..."

She chuckled.

"They must have been wondrous people to have created a man like you."

"They came around the Horn to Washington Territory in 1860. Mother was a schooteacher and my father was a pharmacist, and made a fortune in Olympia and Tacoma handling spirits and wines imported via San Francisco. " he smiled at a distant thought that likely would have been preserved in old sepia toned photographs. "They were good people. "

She sighed.

"That sounds like a beautiful life that I wish I had."

"My poor little Raz0r" he said gently while cradling her face "I'll build you a new life to enjoy, how about that?"

She smiled and nodded.

"That sounds glorious."

"So when do I get to meet my new brother, your mate?" he smiled

She smiled.

"Soon. Soon, my love."

"I look forward to it"