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I laugh loudly. "It is, you just need to know where to look." I wave him over to where I know one of the entrances is, then hold my hand up for him to stop and be silent. I need to concentrate to work out if there's anyone else beneath us. If there is, then stopping is probably the best idea. Though we only have a couple of hours before daybreak, and we need to be in the complex by then. If not...
I shiver. If we don't get inside, then we both know what will happen, and I don't think either of us is crazy about the idea.
"Okay, I think we're clear."
"Clear for what?" he asks, but too late.
I'm already typing in the code, then lifting the heavy door. It's a similar material to the bunker. Much of the guild is. I think someone figured it would stop an attack if there ever was one.
"Oh." Bram stares at me for a moment, and there's a sense of self-consciousness coming along with that.
I tuck a strand of my long red hair behind my ear, hoping it isn't as matted from our run as I think it is. I must look so attractive right now.
"After you." I gesture towards the hole in the ground, and, to my relief, Bram takes the hint and drops himself through it. It's not a long fall, it's designed for humans, but it's enough of one for him to make a soft grunt when he hits the bottom.
I follow suit, the air turning from crisp to stuffy. It's a wonder I lasted as long as I did down here. It's stifling already and I've only been back a few minutes.
"This way," I whisper, turning down the corridor towards where my old room is. Hopefully, they haven't cleared it out yet, or moved someone else in. That way, we can have a base to plan from, even if it's just for five minutes.
"Are you sure?"
"I lived here for most of
my life. Yes, I'm sure," I reply, keeping my voice low. I know Bram can hear me, but this way, the other hunters milling about definitely won't be able to.
"Good point." Luckily, he's speaking quietly too. Makes me wonder what it is he actually does for the den. Maybe I'll pluck up the courage to ask him at some point.
We reach my old room within a few moments, and as soon as I've established there's no one in there, I open the door and pull him in after me.
It's exactly as I left it. Which isn't really a surprise. It normally takes a couple of weeks to sort things out once a hunter has disappeared. Or died. Or been turned into a vampire apparently.
Which isn't saying much. There's next to no personalisation in my room. There isn't in many of the living spaces. We're taught from a young age not to collect things. Even as a child I didn't have a doll or anything. I feel I missed out on that front, but there's not much I can ever do about that. I never even thought about the possibility of children of my own. Now I have even less reason not to think about it. They were out of my life plan for good. Not that a family had ever really been a part of that to start with.
"Where are we?"
"My bedroom."
"Not how I imagined getting here."
I snort. "And how did you imagine getting here?" I ask, my tone taking on a suggestive edge without me intending it to. Stupid body betraying me.
"A bit like this," Bram responds and tugs on my arm.
I let him, and end up crashing against his chest as he snakes an arm around me. His lips press against mine, and I part my lips instantly. His kiss against the tree has been going around in my mind since it ended, so this was welcome.
Our bodies are flush against one another. I can feel every part of him against me, and it sends tingles down my spine. More so when one of his hands begins to tangle itself in my hair, and the other caresses the small of my back.
A small moan escapes from me, and Bram grips my hair harder in response. I've never felt this intensity with a man before. It's normally just been a bit of fun between two people, but this is different. I don't want to explore what it is though. I just want to explore his body in every way I can.
His hand slips under my shirt, and he runs his fingers across my stomach. His touch is soft and light. Basically, it's everything I always wanted from an encounter like this, and then more. There's a connection here that I'm trying to deny. But with his hand on me. And his lips moving against mine in barely restrained passion, it's kind of difficult even for me to deny it.
A crash sounds, and the two of us jump apart, guilty looks crossing our faces. Or I think they do. I can see the guilt in Bram's eyes, and can only guess mine look the same. I certainly feel it. I shouldn't have done that.
Bram rubs his hand behind his neck. "I'm sorry," he says softly.
"No need." My voice shakes, the built up tension apparently eager to get out. Always fun when that happens.
"I-"
