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She sighed again a little, shifting in his arms, “I’m sorry, I should’ve recognised his blood, I don’t want you to be so uncomfortable because of my stupid mistake,” she turned to look at him with a slightly sorrowful look, but she was determined not to let the day slip through her fingers because of Albert.

He smiled warmly, stroking her hair with one hand, his other on her hip, "its fine. I'm not uncomfortable, it's just strange..." she smiled weakly in return as his hand strayed to her hair, taking out the clip allowing it to spill over her shoulders.

She shook her head slightly, ruffling her hair so that it sat properly upon her shoulders. Her eyes met hers with all the seriousness she could muster in the heat of the moment as Lazarus’ other hand was placed back on her hips. "Do you want to wait?"

"Do you?" He countered.

"I don't mind, I just want you to be happy with it," she shrugged, she didn’t want to tell him that she still felt a little strange being followed by Albert in her mind, so that’s what she focused on them.

"I am," he murmured.

"Are you sure?" She had to make sure, she was gonna do this for Lazarus; she didn’t want to go ahead with it, if he didn’t want to. If he did, she would just be strong.

"Mhmm," he hummed, brushing her lips with his and she smiled, leaning back on the couch, pulling him down with her. He returned the smile, putting both his hands in the small of her back, running his fingers up her spine.

She shivered slightly at his touch, then, looking up to him with her soft, emerald eyes she whispered into his ear before kissing his cheek. "I'm ready." He moved his hands around to her front, swiftly undoing the buttons of her blouse as he kissed her back. His touch was warm, but she still felt a little cold knowing that Albert could be watching them. Lazarus didn’t seem bothered however, moving delicately over her body.

Melissa leant forward, allowing him to pull the blouse from her body, exposing her upper half, then her hands reached to his neck, undoing his tie and throwing it to the floor before moving swiftly to his shirt. He freed her of her bra and let his fingers tickle and tease her as he moved down to her jeans. As his fingers undid the buttons of her jeans she was in two minds of whether to just call it off, but she didn’t let her hesitation enter her touch.

The night flew from there, their two bodies intertwining, moving as one. Their touches hot and swift like so many nights before. When they both lay spent in each other’s arms Lazarus looked to her and smiled, his blue eyes sparkling like they had before when they stood at the aisle and Melissa smiled back. “Now I really am Mrs. Lazarus Thorn.” She whispered, resting her head on the couch’s arm.

Lazarus kissed her passionately, smiling widely. "You really are. Feel good?"

"Is that a rhetorical question? After that, I feel great." She laughed slightly, her lips pushing onto his firmly.

"Might have been," he laughed, hugging her against him tightly.

She moved her head, resting it against his chest instead. "Sun's coming up," she stated with a whine.

"Mmm," he looked out of the window at the pink tinge on the horizon. "I'll shut the blinds in a minute. I want to enjoy holding you a moment longer."

"You won't enjoy holding me if the sun gets me." She smiled, wriggling out of his arms and moving over to the blinds and pulling them shut. He whined and held his arms out, beckoning her back, she tilted her head with a sigh, looking at Lazarus with a smile, but not moving.

"What?" he asked while dropping his arms.

"You, acting like a little kid." She laughed softly.

"Yes," he grinned, "but I only get a few more hours before the moon gets me and I can't hug you."

She nodded, walking over to him and sitting on the edge of the sofa. "Then, I guess we should enjoy it while it lasts."

"Mhmm," he agreed, pushing himself up to put his arms around her. She moved, sitting on his lap instead, her arms around his neck as she leant back into him. If the sun came up, it would claim Melissa, when the moon came up, it would claim Lazarus. One of them was unavoidable. One of them was too close for comfort.

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