Forever Smiling, Cute, Walking, Talking, Corpse.Mature

Melissa looked at him. "I thought you loved him." She said eventually after trying to pluck up the courage.

"Yeah. I did. And I suppose a part of me always will, just because I clung to it for so long. But... I just want to forget him now. I don't want to think of him so much now that I have you."

"Well I'm sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned it. I was just curious." She told him, finally realising how curiosity killed the cat.

"No, it's okay. You can talk about him, if you like, but you have to remember every time you talk about him, I remember just how much I miss him..." he paused awkwardly. "Sorry."

Melissa seemed a little stung, even though she did not fully realise why. "No. It's fine." She stuttered.

"No, no it's not!" He banged he head on the washing machine "I shouldn't miss him still. I shouldn't. And in a way I don't, but it's weird. Sorry." He looked at the floor, ashamed of his inability to let go.

"It's okay!" She cried, pleading him to stop banging his head. "Lazarus I still haven't let go either. I still miss him every time I feel this cross around my neck." She gently unclipped it. "I lied, it wasn't from my mother. Its the only thing I have left of him."

He twisted his head round and looked up, resting it on the plastic front of the washing machine. The cross caught the light and glinted at him. "A necklace is much better than a crypt," he laughed.

"What about the composition?"

He shrugged. "That was from me to him, not the other way round."

"The crypt wasn't a gift from him either." She retorted.

"No, you're right." He sighed and looked back at the floor. "I haven't got anything to remember him by then."

"Oh no! I didn't mean..." She cursed herself, realising how nasty she had sounded.

"It doesn't matter what you meant Melissa, you're still right."

"No! But now you're going to be upset and I don't want that to happen!"

"It's fine." He paused, "I'm fine."

"It's...you're not!" She beant down to his level, grasping his hand.

He leaned forward, away from the washing machine and turned his head to her. He squeezed her hand comfortably. "It is."

"I don't believe you." She huffed, the cross still clutched in her hand.

He let go of her hand, gently prying the cross out of her fist. He dangled it between them for a second, before gently fastening it back around her neck, careful not to catch her hair in the clasp. "And what will it take to make you believe me?"

"Nothing. You can't persuade me that you have finally let him go."

"Why not?"

"Because you can't, no body can."

'I will, one day. But until then, I refuse to let him disrupt our relationship any more! He's been dead for four hundred years, he's less than a ghost, less than a bad memory, yet here he is, tearing us apart. Your love for Albert hasn't faded either, yet you manage not to let it interfere. How? How do you do it?'

"Because I taught myself to forget. I still can't stop it flooding back when I hear a crack of thunder that sounds like a gun shot. I just look at the cross at remember what he said." She smiled.

"What... what did he say?"

"That he would never run away from a threat, that if he went down he would do it thinking of me." She paused, getting to the real bit that helped her move on. "That if I was to run away from what was going to happen, he would watch over me. Make sure I was forever smiling." She smiled, lost in thought.

"That's..." Lazarus hesitated, not knowing what to say.

"That's what I like to think of, that you are his gift. To keep me forever smiling."

"Some gift I am." He laughed. "I've given you nothing but grief."

"Not true." She whispered softly. "Not true and you know it."

"It is true." He frowned.

Melissa sighed, laying into him so he fell back on the floor, her own body laid upon him. "Lazarus." She started, determined to win. "If it was true. Would I still be here? With your ring upon my finger? My heart beating beside yours? My life forfeit if you were in danger?" She paused. "Would I do this?" She asked, kissing him deeply. Portraying everything they had been through with the one, single kiss.

"I..." He hesitated again, knowing she was right, but still stuck in a pessimistic mind set. "I love you," he muttered, trying to get out of the bad mood.

"Please lighten up." She laughed. "You're giving me a head-ache." She frowned. The blood-link making her mind run around in circles under his thoughts.

"Sorry," he said, trying to push forth a smile.

She frowned. "Please, tell me. What will it take to break this bad mood of yours?"

"Losing my memory." He laughed.

Melissa sighed, the corners of her mouth pulling even further down. "You know I can't do that."

"You could... hit me over the head with something and give me amnesia." He still laughed, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"Then you might forget me too. And what do you have to remember me by?"

"We could start anew?" He shrugged.

"Wait." She stopped, pushing herself up slightly so Lazarus had to loosen his arms from around her. "Do you want to forget?"

He sighed inwardly, cursing his loose tongue. "I want to forget the bits I regret. Like snapping at you so you threw the ring back at me. I...I'm just going to shut up."

She frowned, moving so she sat on his chest, looking down at him. "That would be best." She said, biting back a growl. He nodded silently and closed his eyes so he didn't have to face Melissa's irritated expression. She sighed, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt, pushing it apart. She slowly lowered herself, placing her head side-ways onto his chest so her ear lay directly above his heart. The soothing rhythm bringing a smile to her face. She closed her eyes, focusing only on his heart.

Lazarus just lay beneath her, still, as she listened to his heartbeat. She lifted her hand, placing it coolly on his chest. "I'm sorry for bringing this up." She sighed sweetly. He smiled wordlessly and Melissa looked at him, a smile lighting in her eyes. "You can talk, you know." He shook his head, pulling his finger and thumb across his mouth in a zipping motion, imitating her when she had done the same before.

She looked up mischievously, then back down at him, a grin spreading across her face. He arched an eyebrow questioningly and Melissa laughed, mimicking his silence as she moved her cool hand down his chest, and under his trousers slowly. His eyes widened as he felt her hands slip between his skin and the loose waistband of the jeans. Melissa laughed, snaking her hand underneath his boxers, caressing the flesh that lay beneath. "Still not talking?" She asked, arching an eyebrow.

He flashed her the memory of him talking "I'm beginning to wonder which of us was more sexually deprived in the last few hundred years." and smiled, keeping his silence. She looked at him, with a sigh, deepening her touch. "I get no pleasure from this." Her laugh edged with just a hint of mock boredom.

He frowned then flashed her a memory of them in the cave together as they prepared for the fight with James "You don't have to do this, just because you know I want it."

She looked down into his eyes. "I just want to hear your voice." She pleaded.

"Sorry." He muttered.

She smiled softly, kissing him. "That was unfair, using my power against me."

"Was it now? Well you're already half-way to making me sorry, as you had planned to before." He indicated to the embarrassing bulge forming in his jeans and sighed.

"Oh. Sorry." She giggled, withdrawing her hand.

"No, it's fine," he laughed. "I'm just too easy to manipulate."

She nodded in silent agreement. "Although, I shouldn't have been so... drastic."

"It worked though." He laughed.

"Yeah. With drastic side-effects." She said, holding back a childish giggle.

"It'll wear off soon enough." He smiled.

Melissa looked at his face and couldn't help it as the giggle burst through. "I'm so sorry." She mumbled between giggles.

"No you're not," he said, "you did say you'd make me sorry. And how bloody sorry I am," he chuckled.

She placed a hand in front of her mouth, trying to silence her laughter. "Yeah well, I didn't quite think of this when I was saying it."

"Still got what you said you would." He looked up at her as she smothered her giggles and he smiled, taking in her apparent contentment. "It's moments like this I wish to always remember, even if I am the one that comes off worse like this," he grinned a little.

"What so you want more moments like this?" She laughed in surprise and confusion.

"Ones where you are happy, yes. Ones where I am pinned to the floor and unable to get rid of a certain 'problem', not so much." He grumbled.

"Oh!" She bowed her head in apology and instantly jumped off him. "Sorry."

He pushed himself up, catching her in his arms, nearly unbalancing them again. "I love you." He murmured softly next to her ear softly,his voice low, but pleasantly so.

"I." She paused for a moment to stop her laughter. Then looked up,locking her gaze with his. "Love you too." She looked down at his torn trousers. "Now, you gonna sort that out?" She giggled, like a little kid first learning about sex.

He shrugged. "Like I said, it'll go soon, unless you want me to do something about it?"

"You said you wanted to get up so..." She stopped, her eyes widening slightly she let out her final bubble of giggles before flushing furiously. "Sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" He laughed.

"I don't know..." She mumbled, realising she sounded quite dumb. The admission made him laugh harder and he hugged her tightly, kissing her on the lips. She just stood there, still, too embarrassed to do anything.

He pulled away from the kiss and looked her in the eye, smiling at the blush that ignited her cheeks. "What're you all embarrassed about?"

"The fact I sound dumb and have gotten quite in over my head." She muttered, breaking his eye contact and looking at the wall beside them.

"In over your head?" He couldn't help but smile when she turned her head away in embarrassment.

"Well yes...When I first...I never meant to...You see I..." She stumbled. "Stop making me talk!" It was his turn to hide his laughter. He shook his head and kissed her again.

She let him kiss her and looked at him dumbly. "Now look what you've done!" She sighed, placing her hands over her cheeks, shouting at him as if it was his fault.

"You started it." He teased.

"Yeah but... As I said... I never meant to." She looked down and cursed under her breath at her inability to talk.

"The more you stumble over your words the cuter you get." He chuckled, walking toward the sofa, pulling her with him.

She looked at him innocently, blinking once or twice to take in his words. "Cute?"

"Very cute."

She grinned, showing her fangs. "Very. Cute?"

"Even when you do that," he smiled.

Her face fell in shock and she shook her head in disbelief. The blush still lighting up her cheeks. "Ahh." She mumbled.

"What? Did you expect me to freak out or something?" He grinned. "They're just teeth."

She prodded her fangs softly, the sharp edge still penetrating her skin. "They're sharp...fangs. Very." She sighed and rolled her eyes, giving up. Her mind was all over the place.

"I know. They're just teeth."

She nodded and opened her mouth to speak again before realising it would just come out slurred, so she tried to simplify. "You think I'm cute?" She asked slowly, pronouncing each word carefully.

"Yes."

The blush began to fade on her cheeks. "What about the evil, blood-sucking monster?"

"I don't think it's so evil, Melissa. It would be like saying that the wolf in me is evil. It's not, it's just what it is."

"Weirdo." She giggled, placing her hands on her now cool again cheeks, making sure the blush was gone.

"You're calling me a weirdo?" He asked, his eyebrow raised.

"Yes I am." She stated, sticking her tongue out in jest.

"Well, I guess I can't argue with that."

She laughed. "Good. 'Cause I would've won anyway."

"Don't be so sure about that. What's weirder than a walking, talking corpse?" He said lightly.

Melissa noticed the softness in his tone and smiled. "Someone that thinks a walking, talking corpse is cute."

He laughed. "Would you rather I kept my opinions to myself from now on about that then?"

"Yes." She paused. "No." She giggled. "You pick."

"I love my walking, talking corpse," he almost sung the words happily.

"I love my wolf too." She smiled, looking at Lazarus funnily.

"Would you like your wolf to book a viewing on that apartment by the way?" He asked, suddenly remembering.

"Please. As long as it comes straight back."

"I was planning on bringing you with me Melissa." He smiled as he got up to get his laptop again. 

"I meant after you booked it." She giggled.

"Ah, well I was going to do that in there." He replied, picking the laptop up off the floor and returning to Melissa. She gazed at him intently as he came back, then her face dropped slightly as she realised how short the top became when she was sat down.

Lazarus hadn't noticed that her shirt had ridden up, but he noticed her slight discomfort. "What's up?" He said, tapping his password into the laptop.

She fidgeted around on the couch, trying to pull down the shirt in vain. "Nothing." She lied in her sweet tone.

He glanced at her squirming, trying to pull the shirt down further and nodded. "I'll be back in a sec." He moved back to the bedroom, grabbing his duvet. He carried it back and draped it over Melissa. "Better?"

She smiled and hugged the duvet closer to her. "Much." She grinned, wrapping her arms around Lazarus so he was added to the embrace.

"Good," he smiled with her, opening the apartment page and filling in an email, booking the viewing, when he had done and it had been confirmed he closed the laptop and placed it on the table.

"I love my wolf." She repeated dreamily, leaning on his shoulder.

He grinned and kissed the top of her forehead. "I love you too."

 

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