Naked Came the Vampire (Hypernaturals 1)

Now What?

We were standing in the front of the building, holding each other in a loose embrace, not saying anything. Kissing gently. Lips. Face. Eyelids. Waiting, and trying not to feel the lurking terror. The warmth of affection holding it all at bay. I filled my head with her scent, wanting all the rest out. The place. The situation. Her former lover. I wanted my world to be her. Just her. A little longer.

Helen came into the foyer and looked at us, standing wrapped around each other. I could see I was where she wanted to be from the wistful look on her face. She sighed. Not overly loudly, but with Vampire hearing? Plenty audible.

"It would be easier to kill him you know." Helen said, slightly sad and also humorously, all wrapped up in one sentence. I awarded mental points for the delivery. Not the content.

"When has anything about my life been easy?" Jessica asked.

Helen looked past me. She could only see Jessica. "Yes. Your life when I met you was pretty hard. You not being afraid of difficult is not surprising. You have never shirked anything since that day you came over, have you, my dear?"

"So... he lives?" Jessica asked, a sudden certainty in her voice even though it was phrased as a question.

Helen smiled at her love. "With certain conditions, He lives. For now." The last two words delivered with verbal underlines.

I was not ready for what happened next. Jessica jumped up and down, and squealed with delight, throwing her arms around my neck. She suddenly seemed like a teenager getting permission to go to her first slumber party. Only at that moment did I really realize how worried she had been.

Helen tried to be serious but failed. "Yes, yes... all very happy now. I hope you will stay that way when you hear the rest of it. Shite. Fine. Fine. Kiss him. I'll wait." She rolled her eyes and waved her hands dismissively.

She did, and we did, and suddenly I realized I had no idea how worried I had been until I felt the relief streaming through me. I have been trying to be very cool about all this for Jessica. Now I knew I had been seriously freaked out. I get like that during stress: I go all calm and cool, but when it is over, and the stress is gone... That's when I lose it. Handy for being calm in the crisis, but a pain in the ass when the stress is released. I could feel the adrenaline rushing all over.

Helen endured watching an embrace that wanted to turn into sex then and there. Our mutual relief becoming open-mouthed kissing and wandering hands.

A clinch Helen was not part of. I could sense her desire in some way I cannot explain. Her face held is controlled composure, but I could tell. She wanted to be in the mix. She'd even accept me being there to be able to share in the joy with Jessica. It is weird knowing with such certainty when her body language said anything but that.

Helen was done waiting for us to finish (We were not showing any signs of that being soon) so Helen injected "Done yet? Ready to hear the price?" Helen asked loudly. A school teacher trying to corral a rowdy classroom kind of voice. Her body language closed. Her arms crossed. Despite that, her desire for Jessica felt like radiation on my face. I could feel it. It matched mine.

Jessica pulled away and looked at her old friend, saw the closed stance, went to her and gave her a big hug, forcing her arms under Helens to open her up to the embrace. Jessica picked Helen off the floor. I am sure a human would have died in that crushing squeeze. Jessica then held her level and looked in her lover's eyes "Whatever the price Helen. Tell me."

"You are so young." Helen said hanging there, dangling. A life-sized doll. She didn't seem to mind.

Jessica would not be brought down, though she did set Helen back on her feet. Jessica did that to free her hands because next she pulled Helen's face to hers and planted a kiss on Helen's open mouth, that went on for a while. Helen relaxed into it. Heated it up. Her mouth hungry and receptive to Jessica's tonsil-hockey. I heard Helen's heart rate increase. This is what she wanted more than anything. My turn to wait. Unlike Helen, I would not interrupt. One-upmanship of a sort.