Title:
Facing the Truth
Quietly they laid together, neither saying a word. He is surprised at how warm she feels pressed against him. All the stories and lore said vampires were cold to the touch. He notes that her flesh is indeed pale but she is also very soft and pliable underneath his touch. Despite the rigorous love making that had just taken place she has yet to break a sweat, while his body glistens in it. He figures that is one of the signs of her vampirism.
"Instead of lying there like some kind of sloth, ravish the woman again you stupid git!" Edward reprimands.
Henry wishes that Edward would just be quiet and allow him to enjoy this instance. The day he saw her and Dorian together he figured that he would never have a chance like this with her. He still has his doubts but he is thankful for this moment of bliss and hopes that it won't end too soon.
Mindlessly she traces the outlines of his stomach muscles with her forefinger. She likes the feeling of his arm wrapped around her. It makes her feel safe and protected. Henry's lovemaking is not that surprising he is both attentive and demanding. She finds that she rather likes the mix, it suits his nature. Slowly she moves her hand up his chest all the way to his neck. Her finger gently traces the small bruise and puncture marks at the base of his neck where it meets the shoulder. The taste of his blood still lingers on her tongue.
"I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to bite you," she apologizes.
He grabs her hand and pulls it back from the still tender wound. "Don't worry, I'm fine," he replies. "Besides I rather liked it," he admits, slightly blushing.
"Well I would never imagine you admitting that," she says in amusement.
"After what we just did. I can't very well be shy with you anymore, can I?"
She merely sniggers in response. She moves her hand down his chest; her finger draws circles around his navel. He intakes a sharp breath. She feels him shudder under her touch.
"Mina, you definitely bring out the worst in me."
"Is that good or bad?"
He grabs her hand to stop the distracting feather touches. "Edward and I are always in a battle of the wills. Even before I created that confounded elixir I could feel an animal within. As I've grown closer to you I can see how much of me really is Edward. It's hard to admit that part of me has always been a monster I was just too stubborn to accept it."
"It's about time you stop lying."
"Now that you've owned up to it. Maybe you and Edward can reach middle ground. Neither one of you are complete without the other. Perhaps one day you two can become one complete person. Either way I'll be here."
He kisses her urgently and she willing opens up to him again.