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“Wait, if we’re on God’s side does that mean we have to obey all the Ten Commandments?” Mark asked.
Sarah laughed.
“Have to? No. I, for one, want to go to heaven when I die, and with what I’ve done, I’m not taking any chances. So if you want to stick with me, I suggest you try to obey them.” Sarah pondered for a moment. “At least I’ve never heard you break the third commandment. That one should be easy for you.”
“Umm, which is the third?” Mark asked. It had been ages since he read a bible or even paid attention to the Ten Commandments.
“Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord in vain,” Sarah replied in her preacher’s voice again.
“Ok, yeah, that one is easy. Using God’s name like that has always driven me crazy. It makes me cringe, just to hear it,” Mark said smiling at Sarah. Truthfully, it had been Jen’s rule but as with many things in marriage it quickly became his as well.
“The rest of them, well, some are easy, some are not,” Sarah said then lifted her glass. Sarah peered from the side of the glass and gave Mark a look like he should know what she meant. But Mark had no idea.
“Anything else I should know? Do vampires hate the sunlight? Do they burn at the sight of a cross? What about silver?” Mark was asking questions so quickly that Sarah didn’t have time to answer before he was on to the next but at least he’d been paying attention.
“None of that is true. All just made up for books and movies. They are the same as Asuune, only more dangerous, because they have no fear of dying. The blood makes them fearless and evil, but also careless. It’s much easier to outsmart a vampire than a pure Asuune.” Sarah took her last sip of wine then put the glass down by the bottle. “With that we should get some sleep. We need to head out as soon as we get our things together. I think we should have time to swing by your place to grab anything you don’t want to leave behind.”
Mark looked around, there was only one bed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll wear clothes to bed. And I won’t bite,” Sarah said ejecting her fangs.
This took Mark by surprise. He didn’t expect her fangs to be so…large. Reluctantly Mark drank the rest of his wine then went to his side of the bed. He slid into bed and faced away from Sarah. The tension was like a thick fog in the room. After a few moments he sat up.
“Sorry, can’t sleep with a shirt on, drives me nuts,” Mark said as he quickly pulled off his shirt and threw it on to a nearby chair. His shirt was soaked and it made a disgusting sound as it hit the leather chair. Although his pants were also soaking wet, he didn’t think it would be appropriate to take them off. He also wanted as much clothing as possible between him and Sarah.
“And I can’t stand sleeping with pants on, so…” Sarah replied as she stood up, loosened the string around her waist and her sweat pants fell to the floor. “Don’t worry I’ll keep the shirt.” Sarah grinned evilly but Mark was too afraid to look. “And I’ll stay on my side.”
Mark was nervous as he laid there, Sarah was so close and barely wearing anything. He laid there for at least an hour, going over everything Sarah had said, occasionally hearing Sarah give a cute little snore. She certainly didn’t have a problem sleeping. After forcing himself to stop thinking about it all, and Sarah, he was able to picture Jen and Katie on the day they brought Katie home from the hospital. It was one of the happiest days he could remember and this eventually let him drift off to sleep.
Chapter 8
When social constructs of what was appropriate were no longer in his way, Mark dreamt of Sarah. In his dream Sarah ended up with her head on his chest making soft moaning noises as if that act alone gave her pleasure. She woke him by gently moving his hand down to her shirt to undo the buttons. Mark gently kissed her neckline and her rhythmic sighs of pleasure urged him to go lower. She smelled wonderful, it wasn’t her shampoo or perfume, it was her. The smell of her body was intoxicating, he had never smelled anything so provocative. Sarah ran her hands through his hair and sighed louder as Mark reached her stomach. The muscles of her abdomen twitched as he kissed them. Sarah pushed Mark’s head lower and when he had almost reached her center he woke up.
It was early morning and the sun glared through the windows of the large open hotel room. At first he couldn’t figure out where he was. The dream had been so real, what he really wanted. Then it all came rushing back to him. He felt a warm, soft arm across his bare chest. It was Sarah. She really was lying with her head on his chest and her arm stretched across him. It was like she was making sure he wasn’t going anywhere. She smelled so wonderful, that part of the dream was very real. How could anyone smell this good? The scent of Sarah’s body in the dream wasn’t even close to how she smelled in reality. With his free arm he pushed the hair from Sarah’s face to check if she was awake. She looked so peaceful and absolutely beautiful. With the other hand he caressed the gentle curve in the small of her back. Slowly he moved his hand lower. Sarah’s shirt had inched its way up to her shoulder blades and when Mark’s hand reached her waist he realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Sarah let out a sigh of pleasure and nuzzled her head into his chest. She clung tighter to him and Mark realized that this felt right. It felt so good that it was very wrong. His wife had died only three days ago and this was Sarah. He was not going to have grief sex with Sarah. If something went wrong, if he lost Sarah, he would be devastated. Sarah meant way too much to him for a one night stand.
