A real heartbeatMature

She sighed softly and pushed him back and slowly un-buttoned his shirt, then let her cool hands running over his warm skin. "This I missed," she smiled, trailing a single finger over his stomach, "just... admiring you."

"Just admiring, huh?" he grinned, "do I get to admire you?"

She kissed his chest softly, continuing to trace patterns over his skin, "if you wish, nothing to admire though," she shrugged. After her recent realisation her skin had become a fleshier colour, portraying the human strength she wielded within. Her eyes still had their beautiful shimmer, but no longer did they look extraordinary. In fact, the only hint of her vampirism was her tiny fangs that protruded through her expression every time she grinned.

He reached up and pushed his lips against hers, pushing himself up as he moved her so that she was underneath him. He unlaced her dress, exposing her skin, showing his admiration with little kisses planted along her collar bones.

She looked up to him doubtfully, "I've lost my beauty, I look human again," she sighed, turning her head away from him, looking to the head of the bed.

He sighed and moved his lips back up to hers. "You're still beautiful to me."

"You have to say that," she murmured, looking absently at her now human arm, to her, it had been too long since she had seen herself like that.

"I don't have to say anything. What happened to 'physical beauty isn't everything' anyways?" he asked, sitting down next to her

"Well, how am I meant to seduce my food?" She asked, not moving from herself from being laid on the bed.

"Oh c'mon, you know you look gorgeous still."

"Look, look into these eyes. What do they make you want to do?" She sighed, looking up at him.

He looked into them for a moment, "they make me want to hold you and kiss you, just as they always have."

She sat up and shook her head softly, "then feel free to look into them a little longer," she smiled, but she had given up trying to convince him. What was the point? He'd always deny her claims. Returning the smile, he shuffled a little closer, putting his arms around her waist.

She in turn returned the embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck before moving to kiss him softly. He kissed her back lovingly and she broke away for a moment, "It's amazing, how you can make a moment seem like forever." She smiled, "I didn't know you were magical."

He grinned, kissing her again quickly, "only the best for you, my love."

She blushed, looking away for a few moments, "Don't flatter me so, you embarrass me."

"Mmm, but you're cute when you blush," he laughed softly, tightening the hug slightly.

"Would you lace me up again then? I fear if I rise my dress will fall." He hesitated a moment before nodding and doing as she asked, "why the hesitation?"

"Haven't got much experience of lacing dresses up," he shrugged, fumbling with the lace a little.

"You seem to have perfect practice taking them off," she retorted with a smirk.

"Yes," he muttered, trying to hide his embarrassment, "I have plenty of experience of taking them off."

She giggled slightly, "how inexperienced I must be compared to them."

"If it's any consolation, I don't remember all that well."

"Not really," she sighed, before shaking her head softly and pushing him back onto the bed again. "You know, I don't care. Just kiss me." She grinned.

He put his hands on her waist, beaming up at her. "Love you."

"I love you too," She felt her heart flutter and for a brief moment she felt rather sick.

"You okay?"

She nodded briefly, a smile illuminating her face. "I feel great, wonderful and magnificent."

"Good," he smiled back, kissing her briefly on the lips, linking his hands in the small of her back.

She took one of his hands, placing it over her heart. "Feel anything?"

"Yeah... but you've always made your heart beat."

"Angel, I'm not doing a thing."

"A real heartbeat?" he asked, surprised.

"It's faint and is making me a little queasy to be honest," she sighed a little mournfully. "But it doesn't mean a thing; I still drink blood and change form. This just means I'm more of a wolf in sheep's clothing." She shook her head softly, "please, pardon the expression."

"Its fine," he laughed slightly, "this humanising thing doesn't affect your immortality, does it?"

"Oh, I'm not sure." A flicker of worry passed across his face and instantly she tried to resolve herself. "I don't think so. My immortality was due to the virus passing through my blood, not the beast that resides in my soul." She nodded.


"I'm sure it doesn't. I guess... sex might be different now though." She smiled weakly, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah... might be." He murmured and she sighed.

"Angel, what's wrong?" She whispered, pushing another hand through his blonde hair, her eyes becoming sombre as she looked at him, her facial features becoming upset and even worried.

"Nothing," he tried to smile reassuringly, but he couldn't make it stay. As it slipped away, he sighed, "I just never considered that I might outlive you too, if you become so human you become mortal."

"You won't." She swallowed, "well, I won't be dying from old age anyway."

"Yeah, just ignore me, I'm being ridiculous," he laughed weakly.

"You have every right to be nervous and I will never ignore you." She rested a hand on his cheek, "I love you and till death do us part? Never gonna happen. I'm with you forever, don't you ever forget that."

"Exactly," he half smiled, "it is not gonna happen, so I shouldn't be nervous."

She looked at him with strong, powerful eyes. "I may be a wolf in sheep's clothing but, this wolf isn't going without a fight," she smirked. He laughed gently, hugging her tightly and she rested her chin on his shoulder, closing her eyes so she wasn't staring at the pillow Lazarus' head was resting on. "Lazarus, just hold me and promise you'll never let go." She whispered as brightly as she could despite the worry she had gained from Lazarus that penetrated her voice.

"I already promised to never let go of you," he murmured touching her ring for a moment before returning his arm around her.

She kissed his cheek softly and made her angelic wings protrude from her back, laying as a sort of quilt over them both. "Forever shall angels bless us, to help us hold onto each other for eternity, to walk in heavens created by ourselves," she whispered. She remembered the words well, her mother's vows. But little did she realise what a monster her husband would become. But after she spoke, Lazarus was silent so she had to ask if he was okay.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry."

She moved her head to the side so he could hear her words, "whatever for?" She asked.

"Didn't mean to concern you or anything," he smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear and reaching up to kiss her.

She shook her head softly, resting it back on his shoulder. "Comfy?"

"Yeah. Are you?"

"I couldn't feel any better, your arms are home to me," she smiled, her wings pulsing slightly. 

His own smile widened a little as he held her comfortably against him. "You're warmer than usual," he commented after a moment.


 "Just a little warmer."

She waited a little while, "Lazarus?"


"How can I say how much I love you right now?"

"You don't need to say it aloud," he smiled, "you're still here. That's enough." She searched his face, not looking for anything in particular, just looking and admiring. Then, when she was content, she rested her head on his bare chest, pushing his shirt away a little. He smiled, comfortable in the silence between them, letting his eyes slide shut. She closed her own, just a little while after him. 


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