Author's note: So I haven't written in a while and one day I just sat down and out popped this. I guess it's kind of practice, to get back into the groove. I'll be honest, the story has little to no point at all.
Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own any of these characters. They belong to the Auther of the Night World Series. L. J. Smith.
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Tap tap tap tap.
Poppy glanced at the clock on the wall with narrowed eyes, her foot tapping vigorously, her patients wearing thin. She huffed in irritation and crossed her arms over her chest. 3:45. He's late. She hated to be kept waiting, and it certainly was unlike James to be late. Finally deciding she couldn't possibly hold still any longer, she gracefully leapt up from her spot on the couch and began occupying herself with trivial tasks. She moved about the small but comfortable space straightening various papers, picking things up off the floor that didn't belong there, etc.
Her gaze wandered to the window. Sunlight peeked around the edges of the drawn curtains. It was common knowledge that sunlight weakens all vampiric powers, but she smiled regardless, faintly reaching back to her human memories of spending days at the beach with her mother and Phil. A pang of mild regret and guilt resonated throughout her, but she quickly over came it, telling herself there was nothing else she could have done and this was for the best.
She glanced back to the clock, 4:02 it read. Just then, she heard the familiar jingle of keys and the locks turning. She could feel James' mind on the other side of that door and a complete feeling washed over her, her earlier distress instantly forgotten. She immediately dropped what she was doing and as soon as the door opened she flew into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She felt his arms snake around her waist, a small chuckle emitted from his lips before releasing her.
"I missed you too." He leaned in a kissed her forehead. She smiled and brushed a few strands of coppery rings from her view and raised one delicate brow.
"You're late you know. You're lucky I stuck around and waited." She retorted matter-of-factly. There was no mistaking the playfulness in her tone. He looked at her briefly before cupping her porcelain cheeks in either hand and smiling down at her. Just as he leaned down to brush his lips lightly across hers he whispered,
"I'm lucky for many other reasons too."