Only Two Of Us

by Cassandra Russell

  for you I even experienced a small crack in the spine.

  But who cared?

  I just wanted time to stop at that moment and I could be sure that all that

  really was happening, which was not just a figment of the imagination. I wanted every second to last

  at least an hour to capture, in the smallest details, all the feeling contained in that embrace, and that

  there was absolutely nothing that could detach my head from his chest.

  I think he understood my moment. For a few minutes, all he did was try to dry my

  tears as I tried to control sobs unnoticed. For me, there was no doubt that

  he, though he did not cry, was as moved as I was. I believe he simply could not do it,

  for not being human.

  "Sorry, I did not know that ..." I whispered and I was silent with a kiss, without the right to explanation.

  "Forgive me too, I did not want you to find out that way ..." His voice was breathless, but

  This time it was I who kissed him, shutting him up indefinitely. The hands of one were pulling the

  the other's hair in an almost disoriented gesture.

  - Hmmm, huummm! Ava cleared her throat. "I do not think this is the best place for it." -

  He covered his mouth with his hands, trying to hide his laughter.

  I looked around and there was a real audience watching that particular show. Some even

  clapped

  I lowered my head, inhibited, while he simply refused to let go, caring little for

  the looks of others. He caught my wrist so we could leave soon, until Ava remembered,

  - Richard, your baggage ...

  "What baggage, Ava?" He asked, wrapping me again in a hug. - I already have everything from

  that I need.

  Releasing some kind of irony in Swedish that she herself understood, Ava ignored the comment and did

  It's a matter of fetching the bags in person. Richard and I left the airport hand in hand and

  the back seat of her car, almost forgetting her presence.

  I think I could only hear the sound of our kisses, breathless sounds, sighs ...

  - Hey, I'm here, you hear? She teased, holding back her laughter. - Wait until

  to get home. My car is not motel, no ...

  - Ava, stop talking nonsense and drive! He growled indignantly.

  - Crosses! Stephanie, you better think it over ... That's what you'll have to endure from now on! -

  implied.

  I smiled and looked at him in silence.

  There was nothing more beautiful to see: a blue-eyed vampire who had saved all the

  it depended ...

  And I was saving my life too. Healing my emptiness, which had been completely filled by his

  love, getting rid of a black hole in which I had fallen, thinking of never being possible again

  turn back.

  Ava left us in front of Richard's house and thanked her sincerely for the help:

  "Thank you, Ava. I owe you this one."

  "Make my brother happy and he'll give me twice as much!" And she went out happily singing the

  tires.

  Chapter 17

  As soon as he opened the front door, Richard dropped his bags on the floor casually and made a

  movement, raising me in my arms. In them, it seemed that I weigh nothing. He went upstairs and

  was putting me sitting on her bed. Then he crouched down before me and watched me in the blue.

  deep in your eyes. The way they walked me, I seemed not to believe in the possibility

  of that moment.

  They were eyes of admiration, they clearly prepared themselves ...

  I felt his hands rise toward my hair. At the same time they caressed me with

  delicacy at the nape of the neck, were releasing the clips that held them, one by one, until finally they fell

  over the shoulders, covering the entire back. For a brief moment, he appeared to have

  breathless. He held a lock and leaned forward, inhaling.

  Then she came slowly, almost touching my mouth to mine, her eyes still open.

  The proximity was such that I could see the dilation of his pupils and the gradual change in the color of the iris.

  "You're beautiful, you know that?" He whispered, his lips moving between mine. - should be prohibited

  of holding the hair. They are like silk threads. I come to dream that I am being surrounded by them.

  "Your eyes ... have gone dark," I observed, watching them.

  "They change color when I want you," he explained. - It also happens when I feel

  anger or thirst. It is an involuntary reaction.

  Then all those times I suspected that his eyes had darkened, or when he had covered them,

  fleeing, as it happened in the lecture, was it because he was wishing me?

  His breathing accelerated even more, and I, in turn, began to gasp, radiating chills through

  spine.

  Richard continued to speak between my lips, as if to seek an answer to what

  felt at that moment.

  "What is this you do to me?" He sighed. - I'm feeling on fire ...

  I shivered as I realized that he was telling the truth: the palm of his hand had touched my face and was

  totally feverish.

  "I love you," she whispered again, closing her eyes. "You have no idea how much."

  To confirm what he said, he succumbed to what he could no longer conceal and forced his lips

  mine to finally kiss me. However, I felt I had to interrupt him to confess my

  before it was too late.

  "Richard, I have something ... before ... to tell you." I tilted my face away, my throat almost

  closing of so nervous.

  How to say such a thing without being so, almost in a panic? Maybe it was better not to say anything ...

  - Before ...? He was surprised, and by the way, I did not suspect the subject at all. - W...

  Of course ... You must be afraid of me, "he concluded sadly.

  - That's not it.

  "I will not bite you, Stephanie. Swear.

  "I'm not afraid of you," I reassured him. "It's just that I ... I never ..." "I did not have the courage to

  finish the sentence and lowered my head, ashamed, with the face totally blushing.

  Richard stroked the reddish skin of my cheeks, finally demonstrating

  message. I got the impression he was even happy with the news. He tried for a few seconds to

  breath and murmured:

  - Do not worry about it. I can wait for as long as I want. Actually, I did not even think ...

  "No," I interrupted. - I want.

  - Would you like...? The sound of his voice came hoarse.

  "Very much," I confessed, almost inaudible.

  - But ... and ... if ...

  It might even be in my head, but it looked like he had been more nervous than I

  to hear what he had just said. Did I rush in? Were we physically incompatible?

  Doubt dissipated seconds later, when he decided to whisper a fiery alert:

  "If I'm the first, you're doomed to be mine for the rest of your life." It's a trip without

  return, do you understand?

  "I want to be yours, Richard," I said shakily.

  He studied my face again with intensity.

  "But first, I want to hear from your mouth again," he said, sliding his thumb across my lip.

  lower, watching every subtle movement he made.

  "Do you want me to say that I want you?" I asked, confused.

  "I want you to repeat what you told me at the airport." I want to hear from your mouth you say you love me.

  "I love you, Richard.

  After that, I heard a silent sigh.

  He shook his head with his eyes closed - a characteristic typical of him - and when he opened them,

  grew even darker with desire. From then on, I saw that the
re would be no turning back.

  - Oh, Stephanie ...

  Before long, our clothes were already strewn across the floor. I was held in the arms like

  conquest of a prey and his hands on embers began to exploit me infinitely, there being no

  only place where they were not. Although his musculature was rigid like a rock, his caresses

  they were fully dosed and soft on my skin, and the eyes, in turn, could not hide

  all the frenzy they felt for being able to touch me so intimately.

  The kisses, then ...

  These were mind-numbing, maddening.

  I surrendered. I was completely dominated by the love he offered me without limits, lost between

  words that whispered in my ear how much I loved.

  In the midst of so many sensations, all I could do was hug him tightly, wanting him even more.

  And he returned greedily to my longing. There were no descriptions for what we were feeling.

  We looked like two bare wires causing electric shocks to each other. Richard pulsed in the

  my veins, being part of my own blood. It burned as if it were burning with passion, like

  if his fever had the power to invade and claim the possession of all that existed in me, and not

  whether there was a past or much less a future, only the flame of love would mark the present in

  our lives.

  After that night, I was quite sure: I was born to belong to him. All that shield existed because

  was being kept all his time to be his and no one else's. Our species were

  compatible, the equality of feelings united us in a sweeping way.

  I do not know how long this madness lasted, but the day had already dawned when we fell asleep

  embraced.

  ***

  When I woke up later, he was lying next to me, leaning over, with one hand underneath

  of the chin and the other holding the tip of my hair, inhaling it.

  He looked at me in a way ...

  "Good morning," he whispered.

  - Woken up a long time ago? I reached out and stretched my arms, humming my lips with

  the tongue to moisturize the slight swelling that they had installed in them because they had been so tried in the evening

  previous.

  The feeling of fullness was something I had never experienced before. I started as light as a

  feather, a little more, and would fly out of there. How could she be so comfortable in a place that she had nothing

  my?

  - I sleep little.

  He justified, but the answer sounded incomplete. There was a question implicit in his physiognomy. Or

  better, several. I clearly read in her the intense need to make sure she was delicate enough

  with me or even more: if, as a vampire, we would have some future after that. Nothing that my own

  radiant countenance did not respond.

  - What is it? - offered the opportunity that he needed by gently touching his face with the

  fingertips.

  "Nothing." She refrained from a relieved sigh and looked at me again. I was thinking here

  alone you are addictive.

  I did not smile back, realizing how much he had practically devoured me again

  with the eyes.

  "Are not you going to have to work today?" I asked, changing the subject of the conversation as I went.

  discreetly covering the body with the comforter.

  I saw that he noticed my attitude and yet he did not protest. He only smiled in a sensual way.

  and replied:

  "I broke up the society at the hospital and resigned. But this will not be a problem, I have

  sure that I can come back anytime I want. He touched my hair again, wrapping them around

  fingers.

  "And when will that be?"

  - I do not know, for the time being I decided to take an extended vacation ...

  - You? Extended vacations? It was more like a joke.

  "I can not work thinking of you like this." He sighed again. - People

  they would notice. Actually, I think they even figure it out. I was behaving like a real

  whimsical I'm going to end up changing the recipes like this, "he mumbled. "Besides, I'm sick. It's needed

  of a nurse to take care of me, "he said mockingly, burying his head in the pillow,

  facing.

  "I mean ... I mean, my vampire got hurt ..." I jokingly turned my body.

  Face down to look at your face.

  - I am not kidding. And since you are to blame for all this, nothing is more just that you

  cure me

  - Ms...?

  "You're right, you're no longer a lady last night. This time it was just a form of expression -

  he excused himself cynically.

  "And I ... I'm to blame for what, I wonder?" I swallowed the subject, swallowing dry, almost

  of so much shame.

  "Of making me sick." He smiled in response to the reaction I had outlined. - It must've happened to me.

  virus, a very strong bacterium, or, perhaps, a magic, I do not know. You now have an obligation to strive

  to promote my healing.

  I wanted to laugh again, by the way I rated myself.

  "I think you're confusing things." I'm a nurse, not a doctor.

  - I do not see any other health professionals around here, so it's your responsibility.

  same. He looked around, as if he were really looking for them.

  - I know ... I just never attended a vampire before. Can not you help?

  - Hmmm ... I'm going to break your branch. I will report my symptoms and you, look for the signs to

  I can trace your diagnosis, okay? His tone of joking increased.

  "Okay. You can begin." I accepted the challenge, sitting on the bed and folding my arms.

  "That will deconcentrate any patient," he hinted. - I forgot even what I was going to say ...

  I was going to ask "how?" But I drew my own conclusions as soon as I looked at myself. O

  duvet had slipped, leaving me completely naked in front of her. Unable to hide

  the cloak, I immediately wrapped myself on the deck and crossed my arms again, as if waiting

  by the story.

  "Um ... Doctor, I suspect I have a fever," she dramatized, struggling to contain her will.

  of laughter.

  - Let me see. I held her hand and it really boiled. - This is serious. The vampires do not

  should be cold?

  - They should. But that's why I repeat that I'm sick. It has never happened to me before.

  "Before what?"

  "Before I met you." Her eyes widened. - Now do not wrap up and continue the evaluation, I am a

  very demanding patient.

  "Jesus, where did I tie my mare?" I moaned. - Okay, and what else my patient

  feels?

  - Shortness of breath and palpitations. And look that my heart does not beat!

  "Really, this can not be normal.

  - I'm in pain.

  - Ache? I did not know vampires felt pain.

  - Me neither. This is news to me as well. Do not you think it's time to evaluate my signals?

  "All right," I agreed. - Hmmm ... Looks like your eyes are dark. Has fed

  right lately?

  "I do not think that's enough yet," she teased in a velvety voice, biting her own lip.

  My face must have turned red as a pepper. I felt the blood flowing all over the

  cheeks

  - Is it my impression or does it have a double meaning? I blurted out, looking away.

  - Play as you wish. The doctor here is you. Continue ... - encouraged, having fun observing

  the size of my embarrassment.

  "You said you were short of breath, but you seem to be breathing very fast," I said.

  - Watcher ... I like it. And what else?

  - Your mouth.

 
- What about her? She narrowed her eyes, surprised.

  - Do not know. I think I need to prove it to find out.

  - New specialty in medicine? He smiled broadly, enjoying the boldness.

  - Perhaps. Want the complete diagnosis or not?

  - Now things have improved ... Until finally, a feedback professional!

  I stole a long kiss from him, and when I lifted my head, his lips followed me

  as if they could not stop.

  - IT IS. With the mouth it seems that everything is alright. No abnormality, I said one way

  Debauchery

  - Are you sure? I think there was some corner missing here that was not very well investigated ... -

  He tried to pull my face back.

  "For what I need, that's enough," I said.

  "Has the evaluation finished yet?" She complained.

  "I do not know what to look for ... in a vampire."

  "Why do not you look at the rest of the body?" His eyes flashed when he spoke.

  "Um ... I think I know where you're going," I said in a muffled voice.

  I felt a cold running down my spine. Getting more red from that was already practically

  impossible.

  "You're missing out on a very important part of the clinical examination," he warned, cynically disappointed.

  "I suppose it's no longer necessary, I've come to a conclusion."

  - If that's the way it is ... All right, I'm ready. Do not hide anything. He lifted his body slightly.

  to sit down.

  "Now speak, Doctor. What is your diagnosis? Is my case serious?

  I chewed my lips a little before giving the verdict.

  "Yes, it seems a serious case of acute passion."

  "Will you heal me?"

  - I'm afraid not. I guess I'll have to wait for it to chronify.

  - Wait? I'm really lost ... God! Why did I have to fall in love just for the

  the sickest nurse in the hospital? She stammered. "I'm suffering, you know that?" You can not skip this one

  part?

  "You're complaining about what?" Your prognosis could be much worse ...

  "And what could be worse than waiting to chronify, do you want to tell me?"

  - Extirpation ... of the affected organs.

  - There is? Are you crazy? This never!

  - Saw? You can always see the positive side of things. I narrowed my eyes, glorious for leaving.

  victorious of that challenge. But by the smirk that blossomed on his lips, I soon saw that he

  still had not given up.

  - Oh yes? I'm sorry to have to embarrass you, my beautiful little human, but the extirpation of