A
Little Out of the Swing
By
Deveena Wood
The old
farmhouse Georgia called home wasn’t much to look at. It was run down and the
clap boards were either falling off or completely discolored. She didn’t buy it
for its beauty. The thing that drove her to get a mortgage for the first time
in her life was the porch swing. Her friends thought she was nuts. Why would a
thirty year old woman want this old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere? She
knew why but would never tell any of them.
She sat on the
swing in one of her light weight summer dresses. One of her bare feet was
tucked up under her as the other pushed the swing. She brought a glass of tea
up to her cherry red lips. The wind was moving just enough to blow her raven
hair off of her shoulders. The sparkle in her violet eyes was there for a
reason. The sun had gone down only a few minutes ago. She waited patiently for
it and now she waited patiently for him.
Her mouth parted as the sound of wings caught in her ear. It was him.
Finally.
She put her feet
flat on the floor. She knew he didn’t like her seeing him this way. His bat
form never bothered her, but it was something he didn’t like to share. She felt
the rush of his transformation then his hands on her shoulders. They were cold
and hard, but it didn’t bother her. The connection of their skin made her get
wet.
“You
look lovely, Georgia.” His voice was smooth like silk. She leaned over and
kissed the top of his hand on her shoulder.
“Will
you sit with me?” she asked quietly.
He
didn’t answer her with words. He shifted his weight smoothly then joined her on
the porch swing. She kept her eyes down not looking into his face. She noticed
his soft black pants and white silk shirt. It was open at the collar. He sat
beside her and grabbed her hand. He brought it up to his mouth and kissed it
gently. His fangs barely grazed her skin. The sensation they caused seemed to
shoot right to her hot core. She already wanted him. Feeling them made her
nearly crazed for his touch.
They
sat their silently swinging for a few minutes. She wasn’t sure what to offer
him. Her proper up bringing drove her to offer him something, but what did he
like?
“Would
you care for some tea?” she finally questioned.
“No,
thank you.”
Back
to silence. She decided to venture a look at his face. Sure she had seen it
many times in her dreams, but he was sitting beside her now. She turned slowly
catching the strong chin in her eye first. Then moving her eyes up she saw his
fierce blue ones and then his dark brown hair. He was handsome. Very. He must have felt her looking. His eyes were
locked onto hers seconds later. She
struggled to control herself. She wanted to throw herself on his lap and kiss
him passionately. You couldn’t do that with him. He came to her so often in her
dreams she just knew she had to wait for him to make the first move.
“I
want you too,” he finally said.
“My
room is up stairs.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say. His blatant
admission stunned her to her core.
He
put his arm around her and then the world started to shift. When the world
stopped spinning she realized they were in her bedroom. Though it didn’t look
the same. The walls weren’t grungy and old. There were beautiful paintings and
the furniture was all fancy. It looked like something straight out of Versailles.
Then she looked down. Her summer dress was gone. It was replaced by a purple
slightly sheer nighty. She felt a little embarrassed and covered herself.
“Have
you not already given yourself to me?” he asked.
“In
my dreams. This is real.” She shivered as she spoke. He stood from the bed and
then candles suddenly ignited in the room.
“If
you wish to change your mind I will understand.” His countenance was sad. She
hadn’t meant to hurt him. This was just way more than she had bargained for.
“I
still want to be with you,” she said removing her hands from her body so he
could see her. His face lit up at the sight.
“Lay
back,” he commanded.
“Wait.
I don’t even know your name,” she said before she followed his instruction. He
waved his hand over her and her body had to obey. She lay back on the bed as he
climbed up between her legs. His scent was captured in her nose. It made her
desire for him bloom even more.
When
he reached her throat he whispered in her ear, “My name is Christian.” Then she
felt his fangs bury deep in her neck. The pain was exquisite. She couldn’t help
but latch on to him as he pulled her blood into his mouth. She felt his stiff
erection against the inside of her thigh. She wanted it inside her. He pulled
away from her neck then looked into her eyes.
“Georgia,
you can still change your mind. It isn’t too late.” His face was sad and
longing. She wanted this, wanted to be a part of his world. She pulled him down
to her. He knew what she wanted and scored a line on his neck. His blood was
sweet and seemed to fill a need deep inside of her. She drank greedily until
she felt him invade her body. Their bonding now complete she would never again
look at the world through human eyes. Needing to feel him she wrapped her legs
around him tightly encouraging him to devour her body. When he let go inside of
her she cried out.
“Yes
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