Forty-Seven

I had fun in Kingston with her today. Never in my life, I had a day like that, not even when the world was already in better shape than the 1400s, because nothing was quite like these days, not even for a blink of an eye. Today everything is way too different, easy. Well, that’s the impression it gave me.
We went for a few supplies before we headed to the house; it wasn’t a long ride, but a bumpy one, different paths and routes until she got into a canyon, and my eyes fell on an impressive house encrusted in the rocks, masked by the vegetation around.
“Is someone here?” I asked when she parked beside another bike in the garage.
“No, dad and I use this other one when we are around. Come.” We took the stuff from the saddlebags and headed inside. “Just leave everything in the kitchen. I’m going to turn on the heater and other stuff. The blood bags have to go to the freezer soon. The cooler is not holding anymore.”
I was a little speechless. The house was impressive and there were so many features in it. We left some groceries on the counter and a few other bags on the floor as she grabbed my hand, pulling me to another room.
Then she looked at me. “It’s beautiful, right? I didn’t understand when dad used to say he built it by himself, but I get it now.” She told me all proud.
“Yes, it’s gorgeous. He’s bragging, he had all the time in the world to do it.”
“Stop talking in your heads!” She grinned, making a face at me, and she stretched her body. “I’ll give you a tour of the house. Dad tried to incorporate nature in it as much as he could.” The house was a special place for her. She had a glint in her eyes every time she looked around.
From the garage to the living room, the main wall was still a rock. The opposite wall was in dark brown color as the side ones were an off-white shade, all matching the rock. A coffee-colored leather couch and chairs were on display in the middle of the room, adorned by a warm fluffy rug on the floor. On one side, dark wooden shelves from top to bottom full of books, a fireplace, and framed drawings just like Liz tattoos hanging all around.
“Dad drew them.” I got closer and could see his signature.
“Anton! I’ve never thought you had talents besides slaying people.” I let her know I had Anton in my head, just to see her annoyed, and by the roll of eyes she gave me, it worked.
*‘You don’t have a clue what we discover when we have time on our hands.’
‘I can guess, old friend, remember I’m old, too.’
‘Do you think?’* That was his only response, and he disappeared with a soft, mocking laughter. I didn’t get his remark.
“Let’s see my room. It was for guests as if dad would have any, but he transformed it. He said it should fit a princess. I’ve never felt like one.” She gave me a faint smile while dragging me through a corridor. “He said one day my prince charming could show up, well…” She trailed off, thinking for some time. “You have your charms, but more to the devilish side.”
“The one that makes you all hot and bothered!” I enlaced her by the waist and bit into her neck.
“I didn’t say that!” She shivered and giggled, faking outrage.
“Don’t need to, I smell the sinful response of your body, dragă.” My hand traveled up her rib cage, finding her breasts eager for my touch.
Breath hitched at her throat, and a soft moan escaped her lips. She slapped my hand and laughed, still pulling me behind her. “Time passed, and I changed the decorations. The only thing left from my old room is my bed.” She opened the door, giving us passage inside.
“I’m gonna kill you, old friend!” My sudden threat to Anton made her turn to me, all puzzled. She was about to scold me for still talking to him, but stopped short, staring at my face.
“What’s wrong, Grizzly?” She came to me right away. At that moment, I wasn’t myself. Lots of chaotic memories flooded my mind as I glanced at the bed, as if it was alive. “Vlad?” She stopped in front of me, and I stared down at her. Worry was stark in those lavenders as she saw the turmoil of emotions going on mine. I wanted to say something, but I was short of words.
*'Not fair, Anton.'
Vlad, she needed something to give her hope. When I finished making the bed and she saw it, those violets sparkled, recognizing it yet not.'
'How did you remember the details?'
Because I was the one who made it back then. He chuckled. Vlad, there are so many things you don’t know about me, but now is not the time. Be well, old friend.' 'Enjoy!'*
“That bed… see those dragons?” She nodded, and I caressed her face, putting a wild strand of hair behind her ear. “Those are the symbols of the Order of the Dragon, the order my father belonged to, and later, myself,” I explained, admiring once again the bed. “When I brought Liz to live with me, back in 1457, I had it custom made for her.”
“But how? It can’t be the same bed. Dad made it for me.”
“No, it’s not, but a replica.” I rested my forehead on hers. “I had it made for you…” I whispered.
Her hands moved to my cheeks, holding me to her, and I took her lips in a very sweet kiss, tracing the seam of her deliciously parted lips, teasing and nibbling at her bottom full lip. My tongue made its way into her mouth, entangling with hers in a loving dance to each other as my arms encircled her waist, bringing her closer to me and smashing her soft body into my hard one.
I loved the feel of her fingers caressing my beard, while the other ones slipped to the nape of my neck, lacing into my hair. Inside my chest, I could feel both of our heartbeats longing for one another. There was not a day in these centuries that I didn’t miss her taste, her floral and berries scent.
“Thank you, Vlad. This bed helped to keep my nightmares at bay.” She said, placing a kiss on my face. “Thank you.” She said again, placing another kiss, and kept going, until her lavenders glinted with tears and she took a sharp breath, still holding me to her.
“What is it, Liz?” I had my guess, but I preferred to let her talk.
“This happened before, inside a chapel. Liz did this same thing…” She trailed off, and I nodded, hugging her even harder, and I let myself loose in her warm embrace.
“Yes, you did… It was the first time you spoke my name, and it sounded perfect on your lips.”
I swept her in my arms and walked back to the kitchen, sitting her on the counter and settling myself between her legs, kissing her nonsense. She cared about me. Concern filled her eyes, just like old times. My Liz was there, the way she walked, she touched her hair, how she looked at me and rolled her eyes in disapproval, but now this Liz added to her beauty. She was a mouthy, stubborn, disrespectful woman, and I loved the new challenge. It made my heart somersault in my chest.
There was something different this time, but after all these centuries it was the first time I had Liz in my arms, not holding her to her dying breath. I took her mouth in an urgent and desperate kiss, and Liz answered me back with a fiery desire pouring out of her. I lost all my lines of thinking when she wrapped her legs around my hips, pushing me closer.
She became my very air, my light, and my salvation. I couldn’t lose her this time. That wasn’t an option. I kissed her long and needy, exploring all the corners of her sweet mouth. Listening to her soft sounds of pleasure while she gripped at me made me harder than I was. I nibbled at her bottom lip, trailed kisses along the underside of her long sinful neck, as I scraped my fangs and sucked on it. I didn’t care if I would leave marks there, at least it would be my marks.
“Vlad…” She pressed her core to my cock, grinding on me. I was already so hard for her, I almost lost my mind. “You do things to me, Grizzly.” She whispered.
“I hope they are good things.” My hands traveled all over her body, kneading her flared hips and sneaking under her sweater, reveling in the hotness of her skin beneath my rough palm.
“Devilish good.”
Her fingers settled on the back of my neck, making swirls in my hair, and I couldn’t contain, not that I wanted to, the shivers rolling down my back and coiling at my groin. Liz slid her tongue in a trail of fire from my jaw to my earlobe, sucking and giving little playful bites, as bolts of lightning struck me, and I got painfully harder, longing to bury myself in her and forget all of our problems. A buzzing and annoying sound filled the kitchen.
“What is that, Liz?” I asked between kissing and breathing.
“Nothing. It will stop, keep going, Grizzly.” She didn’t need to say twice as I ripped her sweater off her.
*'VLAD!'* I cursed when Anton’s rough voice barged in my head like an avalanche, splashing a bucket of cold snow in the passionate moment we were having there. I opened my eyes, and Liz looked at me with her lavenders hooded, glazed with lust. *'Vlad, we’re fucked!'*