“Good.” He gave her a crooked grin as he stopped again. Before she could ask what he was doing, he swept her up in his arms, and began to walk again, carrying her bridal-style.
She looked up at him, a shocked look on her face. "What...?" She laughed. "What's this for?"
“I'm an impulsive person.” He shrugged.
"I...I like it." She smiled, finding that her breath had been taken away.
“Well that's good,” he grinned, “because I don't think it's gonna change any time soon.”
"Well." She paused, finding nothing to say she just continued smiling, resting her head on his chest. When they got back to the apartments, he refused to put her down, carrying her up the stairs all the way to his door. "Lazarus. You can put me down you know." She giggled.
“Well I have to now, I need to unlock my door,” he laughed.
"Good." She laughed with him, wobbling a bit as she found her feet again. He kissed her swiftly as he unlocked to door and then ushered her in. She stepped into the room, looking at him with a smile. “Well. We still have a few hours to kill.” She sighed.
“What do you suggest we do?”
She shrugged simply. "I don't know." She laughed. "What do you want to do?"
“I don't mind. Since I usually seem to choose, you can choose this time.”
"I thought you didn't like me taking control?" She said bemused, "well, I chose to go out."
“I was joking.” He looked at her and then added, “About you taking control.” He added.
"You still want me to make a decision?"
“If you want.”
"I don't know." She sighed, falling back so she sat on his piano stool.
“You don't have to choose, I just thought you'd like to do something less depressing than visiting a graveyard.”
"Like what?" She asked, "Plus you know why I did that." She scowled.
“I don't know what, that's why I'm asking you. And yes, I do know why you did that, but it can't have been much fun for you.”
"I hate graveyards but I was willing to sacrifice." She thought for a moment, then got up, wrapping her arms around him. "That's all I want." She smiled.
“Hmm. Are you sure about that?”
"Hmm?" She asked, puzzled.
“Isn't there anything else you want?”
"Like?" She asked then thought for a while. “Nothing I can’t live without.”
“If you say so.” He laughed.
"Why, what?" She moaned, curious.
“Well I was just thinking we...” he trailed off and shook his head. “No. It's okay. Never mind.” he smiled. “I'm hungry.”
She placed a hand on his shoulder. "What?" She asked. "Tell me."
“Nothing, nothing,” he grinned and moved to the kitchen, looking for something edible.
She narrowed her eyes toward him. "Tell me." She whined, annoyed.
“Do you think this is still safe to eat?” He asked, holding up a pizza.
"To be honest I wouldn't trust anything in that fridge." She shook her head. "No! Don't change the subject."
“Surely if I cook it long enough it would kill the bacteria? It's not gone green yet...” he looked at it thoughtfully for a minute before ripping the packaging off and shoving it in the oven.
She shrugged and growled "whatever." She muttered, annoyed. He grinned at her, the crooked smile coming back.
She held her head in her hands and glanced up to see his smile."What?" She whined.
“You.” He smothered his laughter, knowing he was winding her up. She waved her hand, as if dismissing him. “I love you.” He growled playfully as he put his arms around her. She waved her hand again; her head still face down in her hands. “I'm amazed you couldn't guess what I was going to say, to be honest.”
She shrugged and sighed. "What?"
“Think about it.” He smiled, Melissa’s eyes widened with understanding and she nodded, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks. “But I've annoyed you now.”
She sighed, "mmm."
“I'm sorry.” He looked at her, his eyes wide, imitating a puppy, “forgive me?”
"I forgive you." She smiled, wrapping her arms around him. "That is gonna be one of my biggest weaknesses." She laughed.
“You shouldn't have said that.” He winked and looked up, suddenly realising the pizza smelt of burning. “Bugger.”
She giggled as he frantically ran towards the oven and switched it off. "The bacteria have gone now." She joked.
“It's edible,” he said as he pulled it out onto a plate. He looked at the blackened crust. “Kinda.”
"Moments like that make me thank God that I don't have to eat it." She laughed.
“Yeah, we wouldn’t want that would we?”
“Nope.” He grinned as he began to eat the half-burnt pizza.
She sat and watched him in a sort of awe as he wolfed down the pizza. Then let out a giggle as he finished it. “I’m surprised you don’t get fat. I mean, you hardly get any exercise.” She laughed as he put the plate in the washing up.
“The wolf burns up a lot of calories. High metabolism.” He shrugged
She giggled. "Yeah. Right."
“You know how skinny I am.”
"Yeah, but I think it's all the heavy lifting you've been doing." She giggled wrapping her arms around him from the back.
“What heavy lifting?” He grinned. “You're not heavy.”
"Really?" She asked, unsure. "I wouldn't know. I've never picked myself up."
“No, not to me anyways. To me you're... I dunno, not lifted much else recently to compare you with.”
"Hmm, that's good. I'd hate to think of some of the things you would compare me to."
“A bag of sugar?” He winked. “I'm not allowed to call you sweet, though.”
"Hmm, no you can call me sweet just not sweetie." She laughed turning him round in her arms.
“You're very sweet. Like... hmm. Like the richest chocolate?”
"Hmm, I suppose it's better than tasting like chocolate." She laughed, "sorry. I couldn't think of anything else to compare it too."
“Why are you sorry? At least you didn't say I'm like burnt pizza.”
"I've never eaten pizza before. But I'm sure you don't."
“I'd say you could try some, but I just ate it all.”
"I can't eat human food. Makes me... ill."
"When I got turned, it shut down my system. If I eat, it umm...I can't swallow, so I become sick." She grimaced.
“Oh... you could lick it. You'd still taste it.” He laughed
"I'm not a dog." She laughed. Then paused, "sorry."
”Careful of the dog's feelings... sweetie.” He smirked at her.
She kissed him firmly. "Fine. I'll give you that."
“Why thank you.” His grin widened.
"Never again though, hmm?" She growled playfully.
“Depends on what you call me,”
"Angel or..." She paused backing away from him with a grin. "dog?"
“I like angel. Dog? Not so much.''
"Hmm, well angel then." She smiled, walking back into his arms. "I love you my angel."
“I love you too. Still not got a nick name for you though.”
"Do I need one?"
“Well I have one. But I can leave you nickname-less if you like.”
"What is it?" She asked, her eyes lighting up with curiosity
He grinned. “You won't like it.”
"Go on." She said, her eyes dimming.
“Well I liked sweetie. But I was thinking petal. From a rose.”
"If you like." She sighed. "It's better than the rest."
“I won't, I knew you wouldn't like it.”
She kissed him. "I...I like roses. So, I love it." She smiled, skilfully concealing the lie behind her lips.
“Hmm. Well, petal, would you believe that I'm still hungry?”
"Hmm, not really." She laughed. "I mean pizza isn't exactly filling."
“It's mostly carbs, it should be.”
"Well, I still wouldn't trust anything in your fridge." She shrugged
“Well your food is still in there, but I'm not gonna eat that. Maybe a quick trip to the shops.”
"Hmm, sure. Do you have any books or anything?" She asked.
“I don't know. There might be something under the bed. I don't read much.”
“Would you like me to pick you up a book at the shop? They have a bestseller section somewhere.”
"No." She smiled. "It's probably all vampire fiction anyway. Would you like me to go with you?"
“Then it would give you a good laugh. Sure, why not?”
“Hmm, yeah reading about how humans think you live. Funny." She sighed. "And I don't see a reason why not."
“Well I think the last book I read was a werewolf book. It made /me/ laugh. But maybe that was the alcohol.” He shrugged. “C'mon.”
She grabbed his hand. "By the way, I was thinking. You can take the dominance in our relationship." She smiled as they walked down the stairs. Lazarus waited until they got to the bottom of the stairs before he spoke.
“What made you think that?”
"Well. I just, I've had a taste. And I don't like it." She giggled. "That was a horrible metaphor."
“Yes it was,” he laughed. “Why didn't you like it?”
She shrugged. "I hate being bossy."
“I'm not much good at it either.” He chuckled.
"Well, I just..." She started before her tone dropped. "I like to feel protected..." She muttered.
He grinned and wrapped an arm around her. “I can do that.”
She looked up and smiled. "Thank you."
“Not a problem.”
Her eyes softened and she fought back the urge to jump into his arms. "I love you." She whispered.
“I love you too.”
She stopped him and then looked him in the eyes, standing in front of him. "Oh what the hell." She sighed, rolling her eyes before jumping towards him, wrapping her arms round his neck, supporting her own weight.
He laughed and caught her in his arms. 'You like me carrying you then?'
"I don't care about that, I just like being close to you." She smiled, kissing him passionately on the lips; she didn’t care where she was.
“I like being close to you, too.” He matched her smile and her kiss. “But I can't carry you around the shop, I'm afraid.”
"Oh no. You can put me down. I just..." She smiled, blushing slightly. "Heh, you really can put me down. If you want."
“When we get to the shop.” He said, kissing the top of her head.
She blushed harder and smiled, closing her eyes as he kissed her. "But by then. I won't want to let you go."
“Ahh, you'll survive ten minutes.” He grinned.
"Maybe." She shrugged.
“Maybe? Maybe I'll carry you around the shop then. You can grab stuff off the shelves for me.”
"No! Unless you want me to permanently turn red!"
“Red is better than not surviving.” He tried not to laugh.
"Oh no, I will survive." She said forcing a fake grin to her lips as she tried to stop the blushing.
“Don't lie.” He winked.
"I'm not!" She blushed.
“I’m not...” She whined, still lying.
“I'll put you down.”
"No!" She protested. "Oh... okay." She sighed, giving up.
“Gonna stop fibbing then?” He laughed
"But I don't want to admit that I won't survive without you." She paused. "I can't live without you." She cried, tucking her head down into her chest.
“You just admitted it.” He smiled gently and tightened his arms around her.
"I know." She sighed. "I...I try, to live, not be so clingy. You know? But I can't, it's like I'm living a lie. I don't want to."
“No point living a lie.” He said.
"Yeah. But I don't want to be so clingy either."
“I'm sure we'll come to a balance we both like quick enough.”
"Oh." She muttered. "I hope so."
“I'm not complaining that a woman as gorgeous as you wants to be all over me.” He winked.
"Heh." She mumbled, the blush still not disappearing from her cheeks. "Thanks I guess."
As they reached the shop, Lazarus paused. “What ya gonna do?” He asked teasingly. “Be my hands? Or shall I put you down?”
"Put me down." She mumbled. "I think I might wait outside though. See if I can regain my original colour."
“Ohh, but I like the blush. Remember? Cute.”
“Cute! But I'll leave you out here if you really want.” He gently placed her back on her feet, holding her as she re-gained her footing.
She looked to him. "Just hurry up." She smiled, covering her cheeks with both hands.
He put her down and nodded. “I'll be quicker than lightening.” He said, walking inside and began to grab more frozen meals. As he began to pay for them Melissa’s blush still failed to disappear from all the wolf-whistles she got. When Lazarus re-appeared she instantly kissed him which stopped the whistles. “Let’s go.” She blushed.
“I told you you'd get wolf whistles dressed like that. I'm the only wolf round here that's allowed to whistle,” he grabbed her hand, the other busy holding the bag of food.
"Yeah, maybe I should start to wear more." She sighed.
“Hey, I'm not complaining about what you wear. Just the fact that other people are allowed to look and enjoy it. I want to be the only one allowed to enjoy it.” he laughed.
"Then maybe I should only wear stuff like this around you?"
“Oh and what would you wear otherwise?” He raised an eyebrow.
"I have other clothes." She rolled her eyes looking at him. "Around you however? Depends what you want me to wear." She giggled.
“You can wear what you like. I'm not gonna be that dominant.” He said
She laughed. "Yeah. That would be too far. It was a joke though." She murmured.
He nodded, smiling. “You can wear what you like, Melissa. Even outside, around others. Though I meant what I said; I'd like you all to myself.” He laughed, knowing just how greedy he sounded.
"You know you already have me." She noted. "There isn't any more I can give you."
He nodded again, “You can give me a slap, when I'm being stupid?” He chuckled.
She slapped him. "That was for being stupid."
“Ow.” He muttered, but smiled anyway “I may come to regret telling you that.”
She kissed his cheek softly where she had slapped him. "Aww, I'll find some way of making it up to you." She laughed. "I forget my strength sometimes."
“How can you forget, you've had it four hundred years.” He grumbled, pouting.
She shook her head. "No I haven't remember? I've only just started to drink the necessary blood."
“Oh yeah. Sorry.”
"It's fine." She laughed. "Aren’t you glad I'm on your side?"
"I'm not used to using my vampiric powers but..." She paused, picking Lazarus up in her arms. "I tire of walking."
His eyes widened at the sudden role reversal. “Well this is new to me.” She laughed again and began to run to the apartment block, taking but a second to get there and up the stairs. She paused, putting him down at his door. He blinked and regained his balance as she set him down. “Very weird.”
"I just wanted to get home. That's all." She shrugged as he unlocked the door, ushering her inside first. She walked inside, shortly followed by him.
“Oh? Impatient for something, are we?” She looked at him and shrugged, leaning herself back on the wall she stopped her breathing, the blush disappearing from her cheeks as she started it back up again.
“I've turned you into a sex maniac,” he said jestingly as he shook his head, pulling items out of the bag
"What!?" She gasped, looking at him. "Will you stop hinting things like that?" She blushed again and then got annoyed because she had only just got rid of it. He laughed as he pulled the packaging off another pizza, shoving it in the oven. She folded her arms and huffed, her back still against the wall. "Then I vow never to speak of it, let alone do it, ever again." She spoke with a very serious tone.
“I'd like to see how long that lasts.”
"Fine. I never go back on my word." She noted.
“We'll see about that,” he muttered, sitting down in front of the oven, watching his pizza this time.
“It’s almost done.” She sighed.
“What are you sighing for? I'm the one facing a sexless marriage, here.”
"What, and that's all you care about?" She asked softly.
He rolled his eyes. “No. I'm joking.”
"Right." She nodded. "You're gonna let it burn again."
“Do you think that sex is all I care about, Melissa?” He asked, looking up at her, ignoring that the pizza was slowly blackening.
"I think you should care if you burn the apartment down." She spoke in a soft monotone.
He reached up and turned the oven off, but didn't take the pizza out. Instead he got up and walked towards Melissa where she stood, leaning against the wall. He put a hand on the wall next to her shoulder and leaned forward, using his hand to support him. His eyes searched hers, a serious frown appearing on his face. “I love you for you, Melissa. Not for what you give me. Don't forget that.”
She moved her head from his gaze. "I won't." She vowed.
“Then why can't you look me in the eye when you say that?” He asked unhappily.
She moved her head so she could look up into his eyes. "I won't."
He stayed there, holding her eye contact a moment longer, before nodding and moving away with a sigh.“Sorry,”
She held her arms still folded against her chest, her hands balling into fists. “For?” She asked, her voice still remaining soft.
“I have more mood swings than a pregnant woman.” He said, pulling the pizza out.
Melissa looked to the floor. “Yeah.” She nodded. He sat down on what was left of the sofa with his pizza, but he didn't eat it. “What's up?" She asked. Her voice didn’t rise or fall. Her
He sighed and put the pizza on the floor, stretching out across the sofa as he lay down. “Me.”
“What?” She asked, lifting her head so she looked at him, but not in the eye.
“I managed to ruin a perfectly good evening. Again.”
"No. You didn't. I'm fine." She said, pushing a smile onto her face. The way he had held her up against the wall, almost exactly like James did.
“No, I pissed you off. I'm sorry.”
"No. I'm not." She shook her head. "You just... scared me slightly.”
"Yeah. You reminded me of James; when he held me against the wall." She murmured. The snap change in personality was also similar between them. Lazarus swore and closed his eyes, cursing himself.
"It's fine. Really."
“No, it's not.”
"Why isn't it?"
“It's just not,” he half shrugged, picking the pizza up off the floor, placing the plate on his belly. He stared at it, beginning to pick it apart.
She walked toward him, taking the plate of his stomach and placing it on the table. She replaced the plate with herself and stared into his eyes. "It's. Fine." She stated, placing both hands on his chest for balance.
He looked up at her, and then at the little bits of pizza between his fingers. “Hmm.” He put the bits of pizza in his mouth and swallowed them, before reaching his arms up and wrapping Melissa in them.
She fell to his chest under his embrace and sighed. "Believe me, okay?"
He nodded and hugged her silently, just taking comfort from her closeness.
She smiled and then wrapped her own arms around him, hooking them round his waist. "See. I told you it’s nice just to be close to the one you love." She whispered.
“Yeah.” He said quietly. “Yeah it is.” Melissa smiled in reply, placing her head sideways on his chest she didn’t realise how comfy she was and soon, before she even knew it she found herself asleep. Her arms still tightly wound around his waist.