by J. E Hanson
Ian works hard at not peeking. “Damn it, Jeannie! Warn a fucking dude first!”
“Quiet on the set!” Willow yells at Ian.
I can hear fangs click, except for Louie's fangs. Louie starts to help me out. “Oh, honey, stop smiling. You need to look more like the lovely tease that you are. You go, girlfriend!”
I squat down on the bed with my legs behind my ass, and toss the ruby roses in the air. Leo remains in shock, and he’s still staring.
Ian hits him in the back of the head. “This is Chris's girl! I can’t believe you dudes are staring at her!”
Leo nods slowly with drool escaping his lips. “I have a vampire boner for all eternity. Damn you, Chris!”
I stop tossing the roses, and show the girls off. I’m still sitting on the bed.
Louie places the roses strategically over me. “You need to be more of a tease. The more of a tease you are, the more it will drive Chris insane.”
A sheet methodically hides my breasts. I cross my legs, and my arms are above my head. We take more poses with just the sand, and the water washing over me. Ian is upset with the fact that I’m naked.
Ian succumbs to his issues eventually, and he begins to suggest shots. “Now, I’m helping you get laid! Your tab is quickly growing!”
I lay on a blanket, with a small sheet resting over my hips. My head rests on my hands. Ian's fangs slid, out of reflex. The shoot a naked shower scene and a completely nude rock scene. On one pose, I come out of the water naked with my hands in my hair. The day finishes with a few scenes that are more innocent. We review all of the pictures. Ian has better programs, to take out the glares. He brought more colors to the skies.
Leo comes out of his trance, and he has an expression of sheer horror. “I feel like I’m watching my kid sister! This is so wrong on so many levels!”
I finish my version of a calendar, and a photo album for Christian, to give him for Christmas.
Ian shakes his head. “This is the only time, I wish I was Chris. I hope he fucking appreciates this.”
I laugh and thank him, and then we return to Meropis. I wait a couple of weeks for Willow to finish my project. Christian returns home, and he’s upset over losing another business, but his stress level is down. This is his business he tried to save. He holds me close to him on the ottoman in the library. We watch the fire dance in front of us.
Christian clears his throat. “What would you do, if I asked you to marry me? Would you be the same person you are now—or would you change?”
“I love you, and what you see—is what you get. I will admit that I’m full of surprises, but in the end it will benefit us.”
Ian mumbles under his breath. “That’s for sure.”
Christian loves what he hears. He kisses me and shifts me on top of him. “I really wanted you to remain a hundred percent human. I will blame myself, for taking that part away from you.” He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip, and he continues. “I will never regret us as a couple. I love you so much—and need you. I hated being away from you for so long. I need to focus all my energy on you, and not on something stupid and meaningless.”
We make out on the ottoman. “Get a fucking room!” the Enforcers yell at us.
Christian smiles at me, and he ignores them. “If we marry, I want the best wedding for you. I am willing to let you pick out everything. I will meet you anywhere in anything, just so I can marry you one day.”
I have nothing much to say, but I love him so much. I gaze into his perfect ultramarine eyes, and kiss his eyelids.
I have a Christmas tree in my bedroom. Chris still doesn’t understand the purpose of celebrating Christmas, even though he gave himself an acceptable name for business purposes.
I woke up on the first of December, with a nasty cold. Christian forgot all about human colds.
Alexander joins us inside my room. “You are running a fever, sis. I will have to prescribe you antibiotics. You need to drink plenty of fluids, and finish all your medicines.”
Chris stands at the door and he blames himself for my nasty cold. I took the first pill, and it knocks me out. The first weeks of December are spent hacking, and taking antibiotics. Alexander had enough with the coughing, and he shot me in the hip with a powerful antibiotic. I fell asleep, after he injects the antibiotic.
~~~***~~~
With two days left before Christmas, I start to feel great again. Willow hands me the presents for Christian, and I wrap his gifts. Each of his gifts, sit in their own separate box. The sixteen by twenty picture of me waits for him to open. This is the shot of me with roses covering parts of my body. All of his presents are underneath the tree. He walks in and notices that there are three presents sitting underneath the tree. “You really want to keep up with this Christmas holiday. What is the deal with the presents?”
“The three wise men brought gifts to the baby Jesus. People give each other presents, to represent the Christian faith.”
Christian shakes his head. “We left food and gifts to the Gods for our Winter Solstice. We wanted the Gods, to bless us with an easy winter, and an early spring. My generation is completely different from yours. I am trying hard not to criticize your faith, but it does not sound sensible to me. I have fought many wars as a mortal and as a vampire. I always found it ridiculous to fight over a God—or Gods. History does have the tendency to repeat itself. We always seem to fight over the same stupid shit. We want their land, or we force religious ideals down the throats of others, and we fight over the value of money. It never seems to end… does it?”
“It is just a tree, Christian. I’m sorry if it offends you in any way.”
“What did you buy me? I am a curious man, and I really detest waiting. Thanks for the gifts in advance. I need to gift you something in return.”
“I just want you to love me. That’s the only gift I want from you.”
“You already have that, my Princess.”
We haven’t done a full make out session in long time. I make sure that it doesn’t happen as it used to. My fangs still have a mind of their own. They love to reveal what mood I’m in with him. He teases me, by nibbling on my ear.
~~~***~~~
When Christian anticipates his gifts, it is sheer hell. The inner child inside him wants to open his gifts now. He tries to bribe me, so he could open his gifts. There’s nothing more frustrating, than a vampire, demanding to know what he’s receiving for Christmas.
I fell asleep on Christmas Eve, and woke up on Christmas Day with the tree having six additional presents underneath it. Christian wears a pair of tight jeans with no shirt on. He’s also wearing a pair of slate cowboy boots. I blink a couple times to wake up. When he turns, to see that I’m about to wake up, he walks over, and leans on my bed. He kisses my cheek softly, and hands me a plate of food. He actually serves me breakfast in bed. The only thing that’s off about my breakfast is my requirement for blood. After breakfast, I change into a sexy outfit with a pair of heels on.
“You are trying my patience. I warned you about dresses like these. You really want to lose this dress.” I giggle and that’s when he hands me his presents. “You must open mine first.”
“Thank you for everything in advance,” I open his gifts to find jewelry, concert tickets, sexy lingerie, a very expensive camera, chocolates, and more clothes. I cling to his lips for quite a long time. I’m so afraid that he will hate his presents, or even laugh at me.
“I am through with waiting. I demand to know what my girlfriend bought me. I am not a patient man, and please, let me see them.”
The first one I hand him is the large portrait that’s in a frame for him. He opens it from the back and I hold my breath. I close my eyes right before he flips it over. I barely open one eye, viewing my boyfriend sitting there in a frozen state, and he isn’t saying anything. This is not the reaction, I anticipate from him.
I tap him on the shoulder. “What do you think?” This was one of the easier presents to open first.
He slowly comes out of it, and his fangs descend. “What are the other gifts?”
I tighten my mouth in a hard line. “They are even worse than that one.”
The calendar is the next present for him to open. I hold my legs close to my chest, and he stares at me suspiciously. Now, he knows what it feels like, when he teases me. He cautiously opens the calendar, but his fangs remain out. There’s a loud knock on my bedroom door, and I open them.
Ian and Zane wish me a Merry Christmas, and hand their presents to me. They try to watch Christian open his presents.
Ian peeks in. “How’s he taking it?”
“FUCK!” We all heard a loud shout.
Ian snickers and shakes his head. “I take it that he’s finally opening his presents?”
I wink at them, and stare at Chris pacing back and forth. He flips through the calendar. “Why did you do this? What were you thinking?”
I bit my bottom lip. “If you think the calendar is bad, just open the last one.”
Ian peeks in my room, to witness him open the last gift. He removes the ivory album with the gold trim on it. Chris sits down on the edge of my bed, and opens the book.
“Are his fangs out?” Ian whispers to me.
I nod yes.
We stare at him, and his eyes are bulging out of his sockets. I open their presents, and hand them their presents in return. They gave me a baseball jersey with tickets.
He glances at me with his lust strangling me. “I just have two questions to ask you, Princess.”
Ian loves his camera, and Zane loves his new game system that he has been wanting for a while now.
“What are your questions?” I innocently ask.
Chris keeps flipping through the pages, and then finally stops on one. He left it on that page. Either he likes it, or he really hates it.
“When did you receive the piercing? When and where did you have these pictures taken?”
“My naval ring has been here for over a month now. Joey pierced it for me. Last month, I went to New Zealand, while you were trying to save that business. I sought revenge on you, for teasing me.”
“At least I have never showed you my naked body.”
“You did a calendar shoot, and I saw a very naked Mr. August. I have already seen what you have by accident. Sean apparently buys your calendars.”
“How long ago, did you see my calendar?”
“I would say right after you brought out my fangs.”
“You were not supposed to see that, but since you did—,” he abruptly pauses, noticing Ian and Zane are listening in.
Ian and Zane took the hint, and they disappear. They closed the doors for me.
Christian walks over to me, and I thought he would be mad—or upset. Instead, he slams my hips into his. “As I was saying before. Did you enjoy what you saw? Do you have any complaints?”
He pulls my hair back, and nibbles on my left ear. His fangs graze my neck. The beast inside of me stands on the edge of no return. The tingly sensation warms my spine. My back arches back with my stomach slamming into his.
“The real question should be does my Mr. August enjoy what he has seen for all twelve months of the year?”
The next thing I know, I’m pinned underneath him, and my dress hikes up. “I plan on taking this soon. You had better be ready for when I do. Because it will be a night, you will never forget.”
Christian caresses his hand between my thighs, and outside my panties. I tremble with delight, and my body yearns for even more. He slides his tongue down my neck, and he bites me. I moan loudly with delight. My thighs spread apart to let him in. He sticks his fangs deep in my neck, and he continues to suck my blood. He rolls me on top of him, and I’m straddling his hips.
Christian moves me over his pants, and the excitement mounts. “Do you really want this? If you do, Jeannie, it will hurt you. You need to be ready, to handle all of it. I promise you that it will feel good, after a while, but it will hurt badly at first. Do you believe that you can keep fucking me through all the pain?”
Christian rotates my hips back and forth over his pants. I continue to let out a slow satisfactory moan. “I can handle anything you give me. For you, I’m willing to give you all of me.”
He slides his hands over my ass, and grips it tightly. “I am madly in love with you, Jeannie. I am a very selfish vampire, because I want to take it so badly. Nevertheless, you are taunting and teasing me too much, for me to avoid it. I will fuck you so hard when the time comes, so you better be ready for it.”
Christian rolls me back on the bed and he kisses my chest. He slides his tongue slowly over my neck, chin, and in my mouth. We make out for a few minutes. He abruptly ends our make out session, by politely excusing himself. He left me alone in the bed once again. He slams the doors behind him, but at least he took all his presents with him, before he disappeared. I attempt to take a few shallow breaths, to control the beast inside of me. That man keeps astounding me. I still have my doubts that I’m anywhere close, to losing my virginity to him. He’s the only man I ever want—or need and I love him so much.
~~~***~~~
Alexander visits me a half hour later, and he administers the final round of antibiotics in my hip. We left the room, and he escorts me to the library.
Sean greets me there. “You have a Royal Ball coming up soon, Princess. I need to take your measurements one last time, to ensure that I have everything correct.”
My heels are off, and I let him measure me. Christian enters the room, and I watch him whisper something in Willow’s ear.
Willow smiles at him, and she nods her head yes. “I will be more than happy to take over, and you have a great week.”
I stare at Christian with confusion. Sophia joins the room, and he looks at her. He asks her to pack his clothes. He whispers something else that I’m unable to make out, and she smiles at me. What is Chris up to now?
Sean smiles at me. “I’m all finished, Princess. Once again you will steal all their breaths away,” and he kisses my cheeks.
Christian has a shirt on.
“Where are you going now?”
Christian grabs my hand, and he yanks me from the library. I’m trying to keep up with him. We are inside the foyer, and I watch the butler roll out our luggage.
“Everything is ready to go, sir. We will take care of everything here,” Tony informed us as he helps us into our jackets. Chris buttons my jacket, and he puts a hat on my head.
Ian watches us. “Pop goes the weasel. The V-card is about to be revoked for good,” Ian teases me. I hear his whisper, while Chris talks to Tony about our luggage.
Chris places me inside the limousine within three seconds. I cross my legs with Christian rubbing my thigh. His eyes search deep inside mine. “I want to surprise you, and I hope you love where we are going.”
Chapter 17
We took his personal plane to Greece. He times it perfectly, to where it’s still nighttime. He drove us to our mansion that he bought for us, and it’s finally finished. I’m breathless with how beautiful it looks now. I watch the waves continue to crash against the sand from our windows. A very pushy Christian yells at the housekeeper, and he tells her what he wants. The floor-length windows are about forty feet tall. I step outside on the back porch, and walk back inside the kitchen. He even makes sure the kitchen has food.
Christian makes sure all my human needs are met. “Are you hungry?”
I nod another yes.
He already has dinner waiting for me. Christian lit the candles quickly. He offers a chair and I took it. He kisses my neck and sounds hopeful. “I hope you enjoy it.”
One of our housekeepers walks up to him, and he whispers something in her ear. She nods and disappears into the hallway. I finish my super, and start to drink the cup of blood.
“You need to take a shower now.”
“You’re kind of pushy tonight.”
“Will you please enlighten me, and do this one favor for me?”
I lei
surely walk inside our new bathroom. The gold knobs flip the shower on. Christian added a few more details to our new bathroom. I take a shower with the rose scented shampoo, and use the fresh soap. I inhale the wonderful scent of roses. I finish my shower and dry off. On the counter sits a large cherry box with a huge obsidian bow around it.
There’s a note, “I love you very much, and I want you to wear this for me.”
I dry my hair the best way I can. I debate for five minutes, to see what’s in this box. I knock off the bow, and take the lid off. In the box, there’s a revealing negligee. The negligee is ivory and see-through. The robe that goes with it is equally revealing. I stare in the mirror, and everything locks into place. I debate for a few minutes, and finally chose to wear it. My breasts stick out, with my nipples erect. I have no idea what to do next. I place the robe over my shoulders and left it open. I have a feeling that this won’t be on me very long. I sit on the toilet lid for a few extra minutes—debating. I know this moment will change my life forever. I reapply my makeup. I want to drive him nuts, by making him wait just a little while longer. With a deep breath, it’s time to turn in my v-card. My hands twist the doorknob open, to the long road to heaven. The house is in total darkness. I flip off the bathroom light, and found a lit candle on the floor.
There’s a note attached to it, “You have to find me, but only if you want it. Be sure to blow out all the candles on the way up.”
I pause and take a desultory breath. I carefully take a ruby rose from each spot, and I blew out each candle. I make it to the top floor with ten ruby roses in my hands.
I pick up another ruby rose, and read the last note, “If you go through this door, you will no doubt find me on the other side. If you are not ready, this is the last opportunity you have, to change your mind. I will understand if you are not ready. This is up to you. Either way, I will still love you, no matter what you decide.”
