In Dreams: Bleed Out

Security

The car was parked in front of a multi-story cheap hotel.  The two police officers retrieved our belongings from the trunk and handed them to us, then passed us off to another pair of officers inside the lobby doors.  They traded a few words amongst themselves as I examined the quite unfortunate red and gold patterned theme inside.  The new pair of officers walked us up a carpeted staircase to a set of joined rooms.

"I hope you don't mind, the department's cheap.  They only paid for the rooms with the one bed."  The cop sighed.  "For the purpose of security, we'll be the only one with keys.  This is the only door with access to your room, which means you have to go through ours to get in or out.  If you need anything, just knock."  He left us a the door and Alexandre threw it open, gesturing grandly for me to enter first.

"Somebody's feeling better after his late afternoon snack."  I muttered as I passed him.  "Still have so many questions"  I continued more to myself.  Alexandre dropped our bags on the floor and shut the door with a solid click.  With a light snarl, he ran up behind me and grabbed me around the waist, tossing me onto the bed.  I muffled a squeal.

"What are you doing?"  I hissed.  "There are people right next door!"

"Like they haven't heard it all before."  Alexandre whispered back, running his teeth along my throat.  "Besides, maybe I can convince them nothing is happening in here...should I try?"  Alexandre straightened as if to leave the room.

"No!"  I blurted, then blushed.  "I mean..I could really use your company right now, and I don't think that's necessary...mmph..."  Alexandre covered my mouth with his own with a grin.

"You don't have to make excuses for your desire for my company...or my touch."  Alexandre whispered against my lips, tracing the outline of my collarbone through my shirt.  I blushed.

"How are you feeling?"  He asked, looking at me sincerely.

"About what?"  I responded, blushing harder.  "I'm a little hot in this jacket."  I offered, squirming.  Alexandre's wolfish grin returned.

"Trying to undress yourself in front of me now are you?"  He teased.  Then, more gently asked "May I?"  I paused, then nodded slightly, and he helped me out of the jacket gently.  The moment felt very intimate, and I found myself blushing again.  Alexandre kissed my very red cheeks with a light chuckle.

"It was just a jacket Carys.  Here, take mine, and my shirt even."  Alexandre tossed them on the bed next to me and leaned over me, his warm skin pressed against the thin material of my shirt.

"This is most definitely cheating."  I grumbled.

"I can stop."  Alexandre offered and readjusted his position.

"No..I.. Ugh, you're really going to make me say this aren't you!"  I grimaced.  Alexandre's wolf look returned.

"Say what Carys?"  He responded, tickling the exposed skin where my shirt had hitched up when my jacket had come off.  "What do you you want?"  He teased.  I swallowed hard and swatted his hand.

"Ugh.  Fine.  You have consent-to touch!  I'm not saying all the way yet, but touching, kissing, I, ugh, I need the comfort right now."  I gritted my teeth and Alexandre laughed lightly, the wolfish look intensifying.

"Now was that really so very hard Carys?"  He asked, running his nose along my jaw and lightly nipping my neck with his teeth.  I gasped and grabbed his shoulders a little too tightly.  He grunted.

"Careful Carys, still healing you know."  He scolded, pulling my hands free and placing them between us.  "Although, if I had known you were this easy, I would have used my teeth before."  Alexandre taunted, once again taking a gentle nip at me, this time lower.  I dug my fingers into his chest and he hissed slightly.  He ran one hand under my shirt and up to my rib cage, tracing the outline of the bone structure.  My breathing hitched.  The fingers were feather-light and traced the curve, up my sternum, stopping at my heart, which was pounding erratically.

"How are we feeling about this shirt?  I can't kiss any lower with it in the way."  Alexandre stated.

"It can go."  I gasped and Alexandre happily stripped it off of me.

"Breathe Carys."  He smiled and continued his trail of soft kisses downward.

Alexandre's gentle breathing beside me was soothing.  I traced the scars on his back, the wide areas where his skin had been flayed off were still angry reds and purples.  I ran my hand down his side to the scar on his hip and traced the visible portion.  Alexandre's breathing changed.

"How far does it go?"  I asked quietly and he sighed.

"It was very bad, let's just leave it at that."  Alexandre replied softly.

"May I?"  I requested, hand hovering on his denim waistband.  I heard the zipper and he pushed the side down below his hip.  I sucked in a breath through my teeth.  The scar followed his pelvis, hooking across his lower abdomen, stopping about halfway.

"Oh my God Alexandre!  How much internal damage was there!?"  I gazed at the scar in horror as he rolled over.  I sat up beside him, eyes locked on the scar.

"Hey, it's ok, I'm healing.  In a couple of weeks I should be good as new."  Alexandre hooked a finger under my chin and brought my gaze to his.  "Don't worry too much Carys.  I've lived through worse."  Shocked, I looked at him aghast.

"Really?"  I whispered with dread.

"No, I was just hoping it would make me look tough."  Alexandre chuckled and traced my lips with his finger.

"How are you feeling?"  I asked him.  He sighed.

"I'll need to feed again soon.  I'm not sure if I can work with one or both of these two outside this room.  I'm hoping I can hold off until after we're out of their sight, but I don't think I'm going to last."  He grimaced.

"Remember, my offer still stands."  I told him.  He brought my wrist to his lips and kissed my pulse, which jumped erratically.

"Again, I'd rather have us both well fed.  Maybe I can distract myself with some more...interesting activities..."  Alexandre suggested lasciviously, wiggling his eyebrows.  "You let me get away with kisses and touching before, plus I got your shirt, How much more can I get away with now?"  He pulled me down and traced my spine  I shivered.

"Oh yeah, well two can play at that game, mister."  I ran my hand down his chest.  He raised his eyebrows.  I inched my fingers past his navel and he growled and grabbed my hand.

"Again Carys, you're going to start something here you're not prepared to finish."  He growled softly, holding my hand still.

"I seem to remember somebody threatening to remove his pants.  I teased and then immediately realized this was like issuing a challenge to Alexandre.  The wolf look returned to his face and he flipped us over.

"Oh that's how it's going to be, is it?"  He taunted, and I tried not to squeal again.

"Ah, ok, no, my bad!  I know better!"  I covered my eyes, but Alexandre pulled one hand away from my face while tugging on the waistband of his jeans.  I tried to close my eyes, but curiosity had me snatching glances, of his nice, clean underwear.  Alexandre guffawed and rolled over onto the bed as I groaned.  My head dropped back on the pillow in defeat, and embarrassment, flushing hard.  Alexandre laughed harder, then leaned over and kissed me, all over my red face and neck until I pushed him away with a small smile.

"When you're ready Carys, you'll get the full view, I promise."  Alexandre said, kissing me again.  "But don't think I didn't see you looking."  He smirked.

"And if I said that I was ready now?"  I asked him.

"Then I would promptly strip you of your clothes and take you on this bed, right here, right now, people in the next room be damned."  He murmured against my ear.  I shivered.  "But, I don't think you're ready for that yet, are you?"  He questioned me gently and I thought for a moment.

"I don't think I want it to be because I'm afraid I'm about to meet my killer...because it's out of desperation..."  I said slowly, and Alexandre nodded, leaning his forehead against the side of my head, pulling me to him.

"Precisely."  He murmured gently, tracing my rib cage again with his fingertips.  "I don't want that either."  I fell asleep as he traced gentle circles on my skin.  A gentle kiss on the temple was the only warning I had that he was leaving the bed in the night.  I heard him get dressed and quietly open and shut the door.  There was a short conversation outside, and I drifted back to sleep.  When Alexandre returned, he stripped himself of his outerwear again and crawled back onto the bed beside me, holding me tight.  He felt warmer, flushed, so I knew he must have fed.  He sighed happily and drew me closer to him to kiss my forehead gently, wrapping his warm arms around me and lulling me back to sleep.