Proving a PointMature

She felt Lazarus draw nearer and she smiled, although she stayed sat down on the very front pew, her hand firmly gripped around the silver cross dangled around her neck. He walked through the doors and Melissa turned her head to him, her face lighting up immediately. "You're back!" She grinned, rising from her seat eventually. "You're okay right, you're not hurt, they didn't touch you did they?" She asked frantically searching him for any marks of fighting.

He grinned and held back a laugh as she examined him. "No, they didn't hurt me, and apart from shoving me in a car and manhandling me into the building, they didn't touch me either."

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek quickly, holding her close to him. "Thank God." She sighed.

He returned the embrace. "It seems you left marks on me, though." He chuckled and ran a finger over them. "I hadn't even noticed them, but they did. Apparently I'm vampire bait, as you heard."

She let out a low growl. "I told you I shouldn't have done it!" She ran her finger over the two healed up holes in his neck. "Damn it."

"Do you hear me complaining about it?"

"No, but it could have been so much worse, If they find out about us... I mean... Damn it!" She cursed again and looked to the floor, trying her best to conceal her anger.

"Its fine, it's okay. They won't find out, I'm more worried about what the vampire's are gonna have to say about you being with me."

"Let's hope my usefulness can persuade them." She paused. "Let's just go back to the hotel. I'm sick of worrying."

"Looking to forget for a moment or a few?" He winked.

"Yeah, that was a very long moment." She nodded, thinking back as she began to walk from the church her hand tightly grasped Lazarus'.

"But a good moment, I believe?"

"Definitely memorable," she nodded. They walked down the lamp-lit street, the garish orange light shining from the cross around her neck. 

"I wonder if I can make our next 'moment' even more memorable?" He wondered aloud

She shrugged. "You still have a point to prove." She laughed as they reached the hotel.

    "That I do. And I believe I'm awake enough to prove it this time."

"Oh really? Well this I am yet to see." She continued laughing as she pushed the elevator button, the lift came in next to no time at all and they both stepped into it and Lazarus pushed the button for their floor.

"Hmm, I'll see what I can do about that." The doors pinged open and Melissa was the first to exit. She nodded and laughed at his eagerness to ‘show her.' She pushed open the door to their hotel room and Lazarus kicked it closed after he entered. "Now what?" She murmured, looking at him in fake stupidity.

"Well, usually, it's a good idea to get undressed." He smiled standing only inches away from her, his hands resting on her hips as he looked down at her. He kissed her softly, following it with a firmer kiss. She nodded absently, slowly unlacing her dress she let it fall to her feet before she kicked it away and then stepped out her shoes leaving her in her underwear. "Like this?" She asked, innocently. "You're catching on quick," he grinned at her as he unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it away to join her dress on the floor. She nodded again, running her hands down his chest she began to undo the button on his trousers. "I always was a quick learner." She shrugged.

"It shows." He helped her throw his trousers away before she looked at him for guidance again. "Now?" She asked and kissed him softly as they both stood there half-naked. "Now, I lay you down on the bed," he said pushing her back and lying her down, moving her up over the covers so that she was comfortably in the middle of the large bed. He knelt over her and reached his warm hands between the sheets and her back, smoothly unclipping her bra and sliding it down her arms. She nodded, allowing him to do what he wanted she gazed up into his eyes, willing him to go on. "Yeah." She noted, taking everything in.

He ran his hands down her body, tracing twin lines of warmth over her stomach. His breaths ticked against her skin as he moved down, hooking his fingers into the material of her lacy panties, slowly pulling them down over her hips and legs. She arched her hips, allowing him to pull off her underwear easily; her breathing becoming a little faster under his touch. He kept the contact light and teasing as he trailed over her prone form, stimulating the most sensitive areas of her flesh. She let out a low moan as she reached for his boxers, tugging them down his legs. "Someone's eager." he laughed, his breathing noticeably smoother than hers.

"You said you were out of practice." She panted, a shiver running down her spine as he caressed her curves.

"I am," he nodded, running a torturous finger up the inside of her thigh.

"I'd hate to feel you when you're in practice then." She moaned, writhing beneath him.

"Hate?" he arched an eyebrow and paused for a moment.

She took the moment to re-catch her breath. "You're torturing me!"

He grinned at her and rested on all fours above her, staring down into her green eyes. Ducking his head down, he kissed her playfully. "You did ask me to prove my point."

"I've learnt my lesson." She mumbled.

    His grin didn't fade. "Would you like me to continue proving my point?" he asked, flicking a thumb down between her legs, "or would you rather wait again?"

She thrashed her head on the pillow, arching her hips upward. "Yes..." She moaned, incapable of saying anything else.

"Yes to which question?"

"Prove... your... point."

     He chuckled and sat back on his heels, continuing to circle his thumb slowly around the sensitive nerve endings that had her in such a state. She let out a low growl and her breathing became harder. "Lazarus..." she groaned her stomach becoming taught.

"Yes?" he asked, his voice innocent

"Torturer." She let out a low playful growl.

    "Ah, but in a good way." He increased the pressure of his thumb a little.

She gripped her arms around him, pulling herself closer to him as she began to tremble beneath him. "Let go," he whispered. She shook her head from side to side, holding herself back as long as possible. "I can't prove my point if you don't relax." She nodded, relaxing her muscles, letting herself go almost immediately.

"And now to prove my point," he laughed.

"You mean you haven't already?" She moaned, glad for the small break.

"Well I can stop if you'd rather, but I was under the impression that women have amazing stamina for this kind of thing," he grinned and kissed her again.

"How many have you slept with then?" She wondered, an eyebrow raised.

"Not that many, but they always lasted longer than men," he shrugged.

"Remember I've just been thrown in the deep end." She reminded him.

"Am I to take that as my cue to stop then?"

She shook her head, trying to sound as innocent as possible. "No, don't." She smiled, kissing him.

He kissed her back and pulled her close, rolling them over so that she was on top. He couldn't keep the impatient hunger out of his eyes as he placed another kiss on her lips. She looked at him like a lost lamb, wondering what she should do next. She smiled at the flicker of hunger in his eyes and she deepened the kiss, pulling them both closer together. He guided her over him and groaned happily like a thirsty man being presented with a glass of water. She let out an exasperated sigh as they became as close as they ever could. She tightened her muscles against him and kissed him once more. "Relax," he grunted as he moved their bodies together. She shrugged her shoulders. "I can't..." She moaned, then thought in her head, "you're a vampire you're not meant to get tired. You have no heart, you can't breathe." She relaxed against him, feeling her breath return to her as she began to move with him. Words failed him as his desperation for release had him clinging to her, his hands like hot vices on her hips. "Let go." She whispered seductively into his ear.

"I thought... that was my... line." He said between gasping breaths.

She tightened her muscles around him and smiled. "It was, still you started fighting it."

"I thought I was trying to prove to you how it got better, not myself!" he laughed breathlessly

"Sorry..." She mumbled, trembling against him again.

"I think I might ban that word," he grumbled, reaching up to kiss her again

"Sor.." She rolled her eyes and laughed. "I see your point now." She giggled.

"Which point?"

"It does get better." She mumbled, her breathing soft and controlled.

"Mmm," unable to hold back any longer he tensed and released, his head pressing back into the pillows as his own climax hit.  She gasped as the force hit her and she rested herself on him, relaxing again. He lay still for a moment, catching his breath, gazing up at Melissa on top of him. "I wish I didn't have to breathe sometimes," he muttered, noticing that she wasn't out of breath at all.

"I suppose it does come in handy." She shrugged. "But that was unfair."

"What was unfair?"

"I took so much and gave practically nothing back." She giggled.

"I beg to differ." He smiled.

She stroked his chest, running her hand down to his waistline again. "Well. I feel it's unfair anyway..." She trailed.

"You can make it up to me next time, if you like, but I have a feeling I'm much more worn out than you."

She nodded, bringing back her hand. "We have to get up tomorrow as well."

"I told you I was out of practice." He whined and tried to control his breaths.

"Four hundred years is a long time." She acknowledged, moving up from him, her joints still aching.

"Hmm," he muttered, not wanting to correct her.

She kissed him softly. "Get some sleep. You'll need it." He put his arms around her and held her close, a smile on his lips.

She sighed, and wriggled out of his grasp, kissing him with quick soft kisses as she moved away. "What's wrong?" he asked, letting her go.

"Nothing I just need a shower. I'll be back." She reassured    .

He nodded and shut his eyes. "Okay."

She smiled, looking at his small form. She pulled the cover over him and kissed his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too." He mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.

She walked into the bathroom and savoured the feeling of the water washing over her, cleaning away Lazarus' sweat and touch. She sat down in the shower cubicle and thought, her knees clutched to her chest, her head resting on them.  She ran through anything and everything in her mind, slowly wasting the rest of the night away.

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