“You could kill me now, my knight- my prince in burnished armor, and I would die truly happy.” Vicki whispered to the man next to her. Henry paused his fingers as they stroked down her spine and looked into her eyes. Vicki smiled, “You make me that happy…” she trailed off and that adorable crease reappeared, “But why didn’t you take blood? I did offer.” When he hesitated to answer she spoke again, “you know I trust you with my body, heart, and sole. Do you still doubt me?” Vicki asked him quietly.

Henry thought back to that moment. Vicki had been rising and falling over him as he stared, nearly in awe, at her strength and beauty. She had cocked her head slightly, wondering at his rapturous expression. She had ginned wickedly and dipped down, catching a nipple in her mouth and sucked gently as he moaned, lost in the sweet torture of her mouth as she licked, bit, and sucked at one, and then the other nipple. His hands has slid up her back and kneaded it in a sensual massage. Vicki threw her head back in ecstasy as, with vampiric speed, Henry flipped her onto her back changing his angle ever so slightly so that every time he slid in and out of her he rubbed over a sweet spot in the front of her inner walls. Vicki slid one hand under his arm to griped his shoulder and the other made it’s way to the back of his head. She gently guided him to her throat, but instead of biting her, his mouth settled on hers in a much gentler attack. Moments latter both Henry and Vicki road the blissful explosion into oblivion.

“I didn’t want to do anything in the heat of passion that you would later regret or be ashamed of.” Henry answered quietly. “I didn’t want to risk losing the one person in centuries that makes me laugh. I cannot remember loving anyone the way I love you, Vicki. Christina was my first love- I was married at the time and by no means inexperienced sexually, but I had never been in love. Until I met you I truly thought that I would never love anyone that way again. But I do. I love you more truly and more deeply than I could ever have loved Christina.” Henry paused and rested his palm on her cheek, “I love you with all my heart and sole.”

It had never occurred to Vicki that he could be scared by her, but as she listened to his words she could see the raw fear on his face. He was terrified of losing her. She thought back to all the times he had been there for her. She had asked so much of him… he had given so much of himself. He shared with her some of his most painful memories as warnings- stories of love and stories of loss. His hand was always at her back- figuratively and literally. Guiding her, helping her, but never pushing or forcing. He bantered with her- appreciated her biting wit. Grounded her, when she needed it, and let her ground him.

She thought of the foot massages as she looked into his eyes, as beautiful and as changeable as the ocean, and wondered what it would be like to spend her life drowning in them. Vicki tossed her hair over her shoulder and arched her neck, “I’m fully conscious now, Henry, and sober.” She offered herself up to him. Henrys eyes turned black as he tried to fight the desire to sink his teeth in to her soft, strong throat. Seeing his hesitation, Vicki sat and slid into his lap, one leg on either side of his body, and slipped one arm around his shoulders and the other into his hair pulling him down to her neck as she tossed her hair to the right. His left hand rested at the swell of her right hip as his other hand, at the small of her back, pushed her a bit closer.

There was a small sharp pain and then Vicki’s mouth opened slightly and her eyes fluttered closed as her breathing became heavier. She arched into him as heat rushed though her body, pooling in her belly and growing slowly. A tiny moan escaped her and neither she nor Henry could tell weather it was from pleasure or pain. This was one other thing Henry had worried about. His powers didn’t work on Vicki, so he could not take her pain away. Henry immediately began to pull back, but her hands, now tangled in his silky chestnut hair, held him close. Henry smiled at her throat and continued to drink, pausing every now and then to sooth the pain she felt with the gentle ministrations of his soft, warm mouth.

Vicki’s hands fell from his hair to his strong shoulders as he continued to drink. The blood loss, among other things, making her light headed. Feeling that her strength draining, Henry pulled back again and this time she let him. One of his hands moved from her waist to her neck, healing her. Some how she felt this and moved her hand to his, twining their fingers. “I trust you, Henry. I trust you.” She breathed leaning her forehead against his, their breath mingling.

Henry, just as out of breath as Vicki, gave a breathy chuckle, “You have no idea how unbelievably attractive that is, Victoria.” Vicki smiled.