say you're sorry, say you mean it [M]

[dante]

Dante walked quietly down the dimly lit hallway, he was in the vampire chambers area where they all slept, but he only wanted to see one. Marg, and it could not wait until the next day. It had been a week of him avoiding her after they’re episode of passion; he had lost sleep over what they had done. Not because it was forbidden but because it was so welcomed so needed, and Dante had found himself falling asleep slowly to remembering it. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say to her, or if she’d even let him in. But he was going to say sorry, and that was it. He’d leave, or stay, whatever Marg found right.

Dante hoped she chose for him to stay, he’d sleep there for the night if she let him. Many nights when Marg was younger he had found the little vamp girl curled next to his chest or back in his room. No one questioned it then. But if one was to see Dante at her door now, it would be a totally different reaction. Knocking lightly he waited a few moments before he knocked again. When she didn’t come he decided to try her doorknob, twisting it he pushed the door open stepping into a dark room. The light from the half moon shined in through the red sheers.

Dante’s blue eyes caught the moonlight, but they also caught Marg’s sleeping figure, he chewed on his bottom lip before shifting forward toward her. “Marg, wake up” he whispered. He felt around for her end table and clicked on the lamp. Sitting down on the edge of her bed he leaned over her frame and shook her bare shoulder lightly. “Marg, it’s Dante I need to speak with you” he pleaded his hand remained on her exposed shoulder.

[Marguerite]

The nights had been vacant and bereft of all thought or feeling. Marguerite was numb now. Three days of now sleep and then three or four more days of nothing but rest plagued her physical health. Today she had actually awoken a little from her autopilot state. She had had a thought and a feeling and it had hit her like mallet smashing her over the head. It felt like her skull was cracking wide open, and her brains were spilling out. And that's when she went completely out of her mind. Of course, she had been avoiding Dante too. He didn't have to have much issue with seeing her since she hadn't spoken a word to him or of him since that day. She wasn't going to bother someone that didn't want her. She was young and in love, but never stupid enough to chase after it.

This particular night was different from the rest. She finally had gotten a peaceful sleep without the tossing and turning or nightmares. Her body had submitted to the fatigue she felt. She hadn't really eaten either. It just wasn't something she cared about. What was the point in eating? She didn't want to live. Ok, so her reaction was completely over the top, at least to us. But imagine a young girl with heightened senses and emotions (as if teenage girls didn't have enough) who just got crushed by the only person who ever showed her any love or comfort. It had only a little bit to do with her romantic feelings for him. That rejection from the one person she was with at all times was enough to send anyone like her into a frenzy. At least she didn't broadcast it to the world.

The problem was, something was lurking outside of her door, and her ears pricked up at the sound of a body swaying. She could barely make it out, but she knew something was there. Her eyes popped open as if that might help, but it didn't. It was pitch black in the room. The moon must not be out tonight. As soon as the door opened, she shut them again and pretended to be sleeping. Who was it that coming...then she smelled it. It was a distinct smell, one that she'd never forget or mistake.

A hand fell on her shoulder and she felt her heart begin to speed up. She wanted to curl up and die. What did he want? Why did he have to touch her? She'd rather not even look at him, but he turned the light on and urgently told her they needed to talk. Marguerite sighed and opened her eyes, sitting up in the bed, covers still over her frail body. She didn't let them fall because she was only wearing the cami he could see and underwear below the blanket. Somehow she felt bashful about that, which was strange.

"I need to speak with you” Is what she held onto. What could he possibly have to say to her? "What is it? What's so important that you've snuck into my room and woken me up in the middle of the night? Huh? What the fuck is so god damn worthy of my attention at this hour?" Yes, she was hostile. She was hungry and tired. Who wouldn't be? Ever not eaten and stayed awake for three days? No, didn't think so. She threw his hand off of her shoulder and crossed her arms over her chest.

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[dante]

Dante’s brow furrowed when Marg pushed his hand off of her shoulder, she didn’t need to be a child about this. He gave a slightly frustrated sigh and spoke. “First of all don’t swear, how many times I have told you it’s dirty when a girl swears, not too many people like it… I don’t like it” he offered his blue eyes focusing on his hands that rested on his knees. He then lifted his head to look at her, she had the blankets around her tight, was she scared of him, embarrassed, bashful. He couldn’t imagine why, after what they had almost done a week ago.

His mind went back to that night, her cold body pressed against his, her moist lips upon his chest; he licked his now dry lips and continued. “I came here cause I want to say I’m sorry, Marg, ok. I acted like an ass, and what we almost did a week ago, I almost went ahead with it because…” his voice faded his eyes scanned her body slowly before redirecting to her round face. “Because I wanted to, I needed you” he admitted shrugging his shoulders.

Raising a hand he ran his fingers through the short cropped hair that he hand before rubbing that back of his hot neck. “I still need ya” he said shaking his head as if to try and convince himself to stop. He chewed on the corner of his lips before his eyes flickered back to her. His breathing slightly sped up from nerves, but he controlled it somewhat. Dante would understand if she kicked him out.

[Marguerite]

Marguerite sat there, stone cold, waiting for an answer from him. It wasn't as if she meant to be so stoic and emotionless. In all reality, she was steaming on the inside. It was the vampire in her that was hiding all of this. Just a natural reaction to things. It sort of took her back at first, for she wasn't used to keeping her feelings shoved deep down inside, but here she felt she had to. This felt like a survival situation, and here she was, surviving it by not giving a hint of what she was thinking or feeling.

“First of all don’t swear, how many times I have told you it’s dirty when a girl swears, not too many people like it… I don’t like it.” He said to her. Oh, so now he wanted to be her dad, was it? He wanted to be an authority figure. Last week he'd wanted to be something totally different, and before that just a brother to guide her along. Now he was treating her like a child. Which in all retrospect, she was, but she didn't feel like one. Her mind was far more advanced that those her age. It was too bad she was stuck in such a ravenous body. And as sweet and innocent as she looked, she'd be a fair match against Dante if he pissed her off enough. Remember, she hadn't eaten much in that week. But she remained unmoved by what he was telling her. She'd swear all she fucking wanted to. He had already established she wasn't his anymore. He had no right to tell her what to do.

“I came here cause I want to say I’m sorry, Marg, ok. I acted like an ass, and what we almost did a week ago, I almost went ahead with it because…” Because what you asshole? This better be good, she thought. Marguerite held her breathe. “Because I wanted to, I needed you." She let out the breathe, but it didn't come out evenly when he said this because she started to feel waves of euphoria sweep over her. It looked like something was painting the light back into her eyes, but she quickly made it fade away as best she could. She couldn't submit herself to him again, trust him with herself. What if he didn't want anything anymore still?

“I still need ya.” Marguerite didn't say anything. She just stared, literally stared at him for a good minute before she even opened her mouth, not sure what to say or do. "You never needed me. I needed you. I wanted you. I still want you. But if I can't have you, I don't want to be stuck with the sight of you. I can't take it."

She leaned back against the headboard and played with the edge of the blanket, waiting for him to respond. She knew he'd probably just leave. That's how he always was. Right now, she wished he would sweep her off her feet and make her forget it ever hurt. But that wouldn't happen. That was unlikely. She had to get it through her head that Dante didn't want her like she wanted him.

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[dante]

Dante’s blue eyes widened when Marg responded to what he had just said, they then narrowed and his face turned angry, angry not at her but just the fact that she thought for one second that he had never needed her, that was a damn lie. He shook his head as if to tell her she was wrong without saying a word. His hands remained on his knees as he gave a sarcastic chuckle. His eyes remained on her; a dull blue always placid was not icy. “Are you serious, do you actually think for one minute that I never needed you, I love you Marg from the moment you opened your eyes as a child. From when you snuck into my room, held my hand, kissed my cheek. Till now, and now you’re a beautiful young woman, the only woman that I have ever loved, I love everything about you, your hair, your gorgeous eyes, your lips, your cold skin, everything. I’ve always needed you” he finished his voice was slightly shaking from what he had just admitted.

He swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat, looking away from her and down to his bare feet He had come here in his jeans and a plain black t-shirt. It took the were a moment before he forced his gaze back on her, his chest rose and fell as he shifted on her cool bed sheets. He positioned himself over her, bracing himself with his right arm. His other rose, the back of his fingers gliding against her cheek and down to her full lips. His eyes focusing on hers, never leaving them till they trailed to her lips, “always needed you” he said in a faint breathe before he leaned in, he pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss, his hand found its way to the back of her slender neck. Dante would always loved Marg, and hopefully if she accepted he’d show her just how much he loved her tonight.

[Marguerite]

“Are you serious, do you actually think for one minute that I never needed you, I love you Marg from the moment you opened your eyes as a child. From when you snuck into my room, held my hand, kissed my cheek. Till now, and now you’re a beautiful young woman, the only woman that I have ever loved, I love everything about you, your hair, your gorgeous eyes, your lips, your cold skin, everything. I’ve always needed you.” Marguerite listened intently, almost not believing he was saying it to her. Yes, she did think he never needed her. He was Dante, a successful person for as successful as a servant could be. He could have anyone like himself that he wanted. She felt inferior to those women that had blood pumping heavily in their veins with their burning skin and dark complexion. Yes, it was strange for a vampire to feel less that a were, but we all know Marguerite really didn't know any better. But he said that he loved everything about her. And when he finally said to her that he loved her now, not just as a child, as a woman, she felt her guard fall. Her eyes brightened and she was try her best not to let her racing heart make her faint.

He moved, and she half expected him to get up and leave. It seemed to be his style lately to reel them in but then throw them back out, but he just got closer. He was over her now, so close. His fingers on her face were welcome. When he touched her lip she felt it quiver a bit. Her legs went weak. It was a good thing she wasn't standing.

“Always needed you...” And his mouth was on hers. The kiss was so soft and gentle. She struggled to kiss him back because she wanted to indulge in the taste of him, get him closer to her. But she showed restraint, something she never did. It broke however and she grabbed him around the neck, pulling him in. She put more force into the kiss as if to let him know she had more than accepted.

She only pulled away for one moment to say, "You don't know how long I've wanted to be with you."

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[dante]

Dante was caught off balance when Marg’s arms went around his neck, pulling him close. He took in her scent, he couldn’t place it but it was soft. As her lips pressed to his, he wanted more of her, wanted to be as close as possible. Knowing that if he didn’t be with her tonight as one, they’d never had this opportunity again. Dante pulled away from her arms, and sat up onto his knees pulling his t-shirt over his head, he tossed it to the wooden floor before leaning back in towards Marg. He kissed her forehead, her nose and a smile broke out onto his face and he grinned, it was out of happiness. This was finally going to happen, and he wasn’t sure if this had ever happened before with their species, if it hadn’t well they would make history tonight.

Dante kissed Marg back softly, careful not to rush what they had almost done a week ago, he wanted tonight to be perfect. His lips opened to catch his breath before he closed the gap once more, her lips were cold but the warmth from his own caused hers to not be so frigid. His hands explored her body, delicately fingers gliding over pale white flesh. He realized that she only wore underwear when his hand came to her thigh; he motioned his hand so that it came to the inside of her thigh, but he dared not to move it from there. Not until she was ready for him, not until she was ready. He had to keep telling himself that. He pulled away from the kiss his mouth parted before he spoke his eyes glancing down to her lower regions. “Are you sure?” he asked eyes directly back up to her gaze, lustful yet respectful.

[Marguerite]

This was it. There might not be an opportunity again to be with him. She didn't know if it'd ever happen in a million years. The fact that they had one more night after the failure of the first was an anomaly to begin with. She thanked God for it over and over in her head in that moment. There was no way there hadn't been divine intervention in this. She had to have him before he was gone. It only made her want him more to think that she might never have him again.

He pulled off his shirt and she saw his muscles tense and then relax. They were uniform and perfect. She had kissed them before, and she wanted to again, but not yet. She had to give it time and wait for the right moments to touch him. He could not have been more amazing than she imagined, but he was. Whatever she remembered was nothing compared to him right there in front of her. Then he kissed her forehead and she had to laugh a little. Of all places he kissed her there, and then her nose. She didn't care if he wasn't a vampire like her. It had never crossed her mind. He was just a person, another being that she cared for and that cared for her. They both were capable of love and compassion and that's all that mattered.

His hands on her, gliding over her skin, made her stomach clench and flutter. It traveled to her groin, a heat swelling there she had never thought was possible. She was aching, aching to have him touch more. At some point, the gentleness of it all wasn't enough anymore. “Are you sure?”

"Yes." She said urgently and flipped him over so that he was on his back and she was on top of him. Her hands found the top of his pants and she slowly tugged them down. Once they were off, she tossed them aside and came back up, kissing him once more. Her tongue slid in between his lips, begging for an entrance. Her back arched and that made the exposed skin of her stomach touch that of his torso. That contact alone was electrifying. It encouraged her to get rid of all barriers. So she slipped off her cami, leaving her top completely bare, and kissed him again.

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[dante]

Dante was glad at her yes comment but what she did next he did not expect. He was at a loss for words when he found himself on his back laying down, the cold sheets felt wonderful of his already burning skin. He swallowed when he realized she was straddling him, his eyes were have lidded as he watched her hands fumble franticly with his jeans. She pulled them off; they joined his t-shirt of the floor somewhere. His boxers added no “shield” to what he was feeling, an aching pain he had to get rid of. He was sure Marg could feel it to; after all she was right atop him. When she kissed him he felt her slick tongue try to gain entrance to his mouth, he gladly accepted his tongue meeting hers in a kiss he had never expected he would ever do.

When her back arched, he felt the coldness of her toned stomach against his, the contact made Dante catch his breath taking a sharp intake. His blue eyes searched her body as she sat up and removed her tank. He had never seen her naked before, and the image that was in front of him was that he imagined and more. Pale skin, flawless in the moonlight that now found its way through her drapes. When she leaned back down for a kiss a moan escaped his lips at the shift in her hips and the brush of her chest against his, his hands made their way to her shapely hips and up her back caressing her skin.. Taking this slow was going to be harder then he thought.

[Marguerite]

No, Marguerite could not deny having the knowledge that Dante was excited. She could feel it brush against her stomach and trail down further to a very sensitive spot. It only made her more excited herself. She only knew about sex what she had read or maybe caught on television, which meant she knew all the technical things and a few dirty words she had discovered in some of the more vulgar thing she had come across. So she knew what to do, but this was all entirely new to her. She didn't know what to do first or where to touch or how to be. It was overwhelming, but it didn't matter because she was with Dante.

When he took in a breath she smiled, enjoying the sound. As she looked back down at him, she saw the way he was looking back at her. It made her lose her breathe to see him enjoy the sight. Nothing had ever felt better against her skin than his hands sliding up her back. She felt more comfortable, more alive than she had been in days, maybe even her whole life. Now she knew why people raved about this sort of thing. It was unimaginable, and they hadn't even gotten to the real thing yet.

He moaned and she put a finger to his lips gently, leaning over to his ear and whispering, "Shh...quiet baby." Her hand fell from his mouth and trailed down his chest, finally coming to his boxers. Her fingers flowed lightly over the fabric, over his bulge. She cupped it gently, and touched her lips, barely, to his neck.

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[dante]

Dante kissed her gently before waiting what she did next, what she did next made his heart stop and him catch his breath, with her hand trailing his heated chest and traveling to his boxers. When her hand grazed and then fully came into contact with that area Dante bit his lip to muffle a groan of want. He shifted up and away from her slipping off his boxers, he couldn’t wait they joined his t-shirt, jeans and Marg’s own clothes in the pile on the floor.

He had waited a long time for this, needed this. Crawling back over to the young vampire Dante draped over her pressing his lips to her ear “lay down…” he whispered with a slight controlling tone to his voice. Not to be mean, but he was craving this and Marg was kidding herself if she said she wasn’t. Kissing her lips softly Dante waited till Marg was on her back. His hands explored her body before he edged closer and between her legs.

He leaned down over her his arms of either side of her much smaller frame. He hesitated before he slowly entered her; the feeling was unlike anything Dante had ever experienced before. Cold and hot mixed together, in a shivering connection. Slowly he found his pace, starting slow. He kept his head near Marg’s between the nook of her neck and shoulder, his left arm came up to her head, his fingers tangling into her dark hair, his other hand under her thigh, pulling her with every thrust.

[Marguerite]

Marguerite suddenly felt cold, for the first time since she could remember when he got up. She watched as he undressed himself completely, mesmerized by the sight of him. This was Dante. He was hers, at least for the night. This was the man she had spent so much time with, and yet he seemed completely different all of a sudden. She liked it, this new look in his eye, this new perspective of him. In any other situation with any other person she may have felt totally humiliated in a position like this, naked on a bed. But she trusted Dante, and she loved him beyond belief. Watching him was no lustful task. It was purely out of love and appreciation for this perfect being before her, one that actually wanted her despite the fact that she could find no real reason why.

She did as he told her to and laid back onto the bed fully. The closer it got to the actual thing, the more her heart thumped and skipped. Anyone would any good sense of hearing would be able to hear her heart going wild. Of course she was craving this. It's all she wanted in the moment. If she'd had her way, she'd have just stripped his pants off and done it five minutes ago, but she had a feeling he probably didn't want to rush something like this. She didn't know Dante in this sort of situation, but she did know him well enough.

The moment she felt him inside of her she closed her eyes, trying to keep down a moan, but it escaped. She threw her hand over her mouth, also realizing her fangs were out. Hopefully he didn't see that. She didn't want him to see her like that. He'd never seemed to be completely comfortable with those showing. With every thrust, she stifled any noise she might create, letting it build in her throat. It was absolutely incredible. Her other hand grabbed his shoulder, her fingernails digging into his skin. She didn't mean to, but it was all she could do to brace herself.

But she wanted him to look at her, to be with her in this. She pulled his head up, locking her lips with his, kissing him passionately. She had to break a few times because her breathing was so heavy, but she connected with him as much as she could. This was unlike anything Marguerite had ever experienced. Nothing could quite compare to this, being with the one you loved, sex itself.

[dante]

As Dante’s thrusts sped up so did his breathing, his breathe came in quick turns, harsh and at times followed by a groan or some form of noise from his throat. His skin was hot and moist from the even that was unfolding. Marg felt every bit of wonderful as Dante had imagined. She was perfect in every way. He felt his head guided by her hands to look at her, feeling her lips on his. He returned the kiss, his hips moved at rhythm Dante never thought he possessed. His hand remained in her wavy hair; the other had trailed along her outer thigh. Her skin was still cold to the touch, but where ever Dante’s hand was her skin soon turned warm.

He pulled away from the kiss to look down at her, it was a beautiful thing. He had never seen her this way, obviously. In such pleasure and want, need and take. His dull blue eyes took in her large expressive ones as he leaned in for another kiss. As he did so he felt his body shake, a shiver ran up his spine. His thrusting became quicker, and his breathing increased. He moaned before he spoke through moans and groaning “I love you…” was all he managed to say, all he needed to say. With those words he arched his back upwards his forehead to her shoulder his body tensed and his hips buckled. He released, warmth overcame him. The were raised his head to look at Marg before resting it against her chest. His whole body slumped against her, but Dante managed to roll over to avoid hurting her, on his back against the cool sheets. He closed his eyes as he breathing returned somewhat normal.

[Marguerite]

He starts to thrust faster and in turn harder. This was so much more than she had possibly imagined. She wanted to shout and let out what she was feeling, which was pure bliss. He was perfect at this. That's all she could think. If he was bringing her this kind of pleasure, he had to know what he was doing, because this was just amazing. She looked up at him with the most longing glance before she closed her eyes and bit her lip. The tips of her fangs poked out underneath her top lip as she did this, but she didn't notice.

“I love you…” He said this as she felt the heat swelling in abdomen. She was getting close to something, and he had to keep going. She wanted to tell him don't stop, but replied with what she really wanted to say instead. "I love you too." and let out a breathe of air that went on longer than she had expected. She felt him release inside of her and with that last thrust she had been brought into a sensation she had never experienced. It overtook her whole body and she gasped, holding onto him tightly. Her body tensed and then relaxed a few times before it subsided. The tingling lingered in her womanhood for moments afterward.

She laid back herself when he was off her, running a hand through her hair which was damp. Her whole body was warm now. Marguerite turned on her side and propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at him. She tried to hide the huge grin she had by biting idly on her thumb. To have sex like this was one thing. To have sex like this with someone you loved to the point where it was exactly that, making love, was a whole other experience. Marguerite had never had the latter, but she couldn't imagine anything else being quite the same.

She reached out and put her hand on his cheek, trailing it down his neck to his chest where she supported herself as she leaned in for a kiss. But she heard something outside her room and her whole body tensed. She stayed completely still and then pulled away from him, putting her finger over her mouth to tell him to stay quiet. Marguerite shifted so quickly that she barely made a sound, so that she was resting her head on his chest, her arm around him. This way she was comfortable and they didn't have to move. If it sounded like she was sleeping, no one would bother her. The noise faded thankfully and when it was gone she looked up at Dante, admiring his strong features.

"You are so perfect." She told him.

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[dante]

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