Wet dreams

The hand caressed her back, under the nightgown. Alessa protested and slapped it away. Stubbornly the hand moved again, this time around her nape, caressing, cajoling; moving her long hair away. The other hand moved along her spine, tracing little circles down to the small of her back. Alessa stirred and smiled. She kept her eyes closed though, and enjoyed the mounting feeling. Soon the mouth joined the hands on their job, and it started placing little kisses on her warm skin. She felt her nightgown being raised up her legs and past her arms and head.

Still she pretended to sleep.

Alessa felt him kneel by her side, and his hot breath on her skin; goose bumps formed in her back and arms. His hands continued their sweet cajoling and hers clamped on the wrinkled sheets. She bit her lip to refrain a moan as he kept on caressing and kissing her, from nape to waist, concentrating on the skin of her back, not saying a word. When she felt she couldn’t stand it any more and tried to turn around to respond to him, his hands turned strong and kept her face down. She sighed and gave way to the game.

“Chance,” she whispered, “I...”

“Shh,” he interrupted and leaned to silence her with a kiss. Her mouth bit his, hungry, but he retired before she could stop him. Frustrated, she tried to turn again, only to be stopped once more. “Not yet,” he said and she moaned again, in anticipation.

Finally, she felt him lie on top of her and just stay there. She welcomed his familiar weight on hers and smiled again, her arms stretching backwards to hold him. He took her hands in his and led them back towards the mattress, beneath her body. With a swift movement, he reversed their positions, now with him beneath her, but still not facing each other. Alessa laughed, and giving up any pretense, she leapt forward to disentangle from his hands, turning to face him.

It was very dark and only the moon’s silver reflection on the mirror on the wall faintly illuminated the room. However, it was enough to see her lover, enough to see the vampire's yellow eyes glowing on his face.

“Hello Alessandra,” he said, and started to laugh.

She cried.

Her screaming woke him. He jumped in confusion to find her sitting up in bed clutching the covers and screaming. Her eyes were open, but unfocused. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her, getting no response.

"Alessa! Wake up. It's just a dream." He shook a little harder and was surprised when he received a hard blow on his jaw. She jumped over him and they both fell to the floor, her fists still showering blows on his face. Trying to avoid her hands without hurting her, Chance grabbed her arms and tried to still the hysterical woman in his arms.

“Alessa!!” he cried again, “Stop it, love! It’s me, it’s Chance!” But she didn’t hear him, she couldn’t hear him. Surprised, he noticed that she was naked and involuntarily he stirred. Annoyed with himself, Chance slapped her with a little more force than he had intended.

The blow was effective, though; Alessa stopped struggling and looked at him. He was relieved when sanity crept into her eyes and the screaming stopped.

“Chance?” she asked, and he nodded, a little shaky, letting go of her arms but uncertain of what to do next. He almost fell down on his back again when she threw herself into his arms, this time to hold him. “Oh, Chance!” Alessa closed her eyes, and buried her face against her lover's neck. The harder she tried to fight it, the harder she cried. Her entire body shook with each sob as she clung to him.

Chance wrapped her in his arms and held her tight as she cried. He didn’t tell her to stop. He hadn’t seen her cry like this in all the time they had been together. He just let her cry.

On the other side of the city, the vampire lost the connection with his prey, but he kept on laughing.