A soul's kiss

~Memory of Sun and Draven~

Fall (age 18)

I watched him wake next to me, his eyes fluttering open,automatically reaching for me. Willingly going to him because in his arms is where I always wanted to be. I couldn't get enough of him. My body craved his touch. Still does.

The nights came earlier then, dusk was always my favorite time of day. In fact it's how he got his nickname. Dusk was the time of day I got to see him. Granted I spent most every second of my life in his arms, life, home, but dusk meant he was awake and we could talk, kiss, hug, make love.

This night was special in that we'd been officially together for three years. We'd been together in soul and spirit from that night he picked me up off the beach, but this night was the anniversary of the night we'd made it official. The night we'd made love for the first time. The first time he told me he loved me and I him.

I'd planned a nice evening in, but things rarely worked out that way for us. Dusk was hungry. Too hungry to take the chance on feeding from me, so out we went. I loved those outings, for the simple fact that he dressed me up and used me as bait. It was exciting. I knew he'd never let anyone hurt me. He would kill them before that happened.

So that night he dressed me up in the cutest little plaid skirt, white button down shirt and sneakers. I looked the part perfectly. Innocent little girl out for a walk in the park . Knowing that they'd had a rash of rapes there, Dusk lay in wait for someone to approach. Walking down that path I felt his eyes on me, his love with me. I was never afraid.

An hour later, Dusk was full enough for us to go home. We walked hand in hand down Bourbon St. People always stared at us. Not because Dusk looked his age, but because I looked so young. And we couldn't keep our hands off of each other for anything. We were always stealing kisses,touches, moments that belonged to just us. Making our way slowly home, his arm around me, mine around him, our lives joined for eternity.

The house was very quiet for that time of night, Dusk explained he'd asked the nest to leave so we could be alone. He made me dinner, yes I know, a vampire cook. But he did. I think it was the one and only time I'd seen him in a human light. He watched me eat, as he always did. My humanity fascinated him. He'd been vampire for so long that he had completely forgotten how humans acted.

He once told me that I gave him his humanity back, but I'm not sure Dusk was ever human. Not that it mattered. I loved him for who he was.

After dinner, he picked me up, kissing me tenderly, carrying me to our bedroom. Laying me softly on the bed, he took his time undressing me, leaving a trail of cold kisses down my body as he removed clothing. His hands traveled the length of me, caressing, touching, driving me insane. In the way only he could. Our bodies were joined that night as much as our souls had always been. As he made love to me for hours, I felt more loved than I'd felt to that day. Dusk always had a way of making me feel love.

Our bond strengthened every time we made love. I never told him no. Never. I wanted it more than he did I think. And he always gave in.

We spent the night in bed, the next day dawned and we stayed in each others' arms. We loved and were loved in return. With a vampire like Dusk, you just never get enough.


SUN