The air was cool against her skin, it swept back the soft curls of her honey colored hair bringing the scent of promised snow with it. Annette had never seen a night so dark, the headlights and even the streetlights were dimmed by the slight fog. The sidewalk she stepped over was moist and almost slippery. Pumps never did well in situations like that. These were red velvet which matched her outfit entirely. Red velvet gown, red coat with a collar of brown fur and a dainty silk ribbon around her slim waist which by the way was red also. A date was her excuse for this fancy get up, wether or not there really was one is still being debated.

The large glass doors of the museum were locked tight, museums weren't open at 12:45 but that wasn't considered a hindrence. Eventually she found her way in. Those paintings upstairs had always been her favorites, quietly she laid there on the oak floor looking up at them. Monet, Van Gogh and Picasso where one of the few comforts left here for her.

I can see her.. Why is she here at this time of night? I thought I was the only Vampire who appreciated art, oh she was a Vampire no doubting it. I stand in the shadows waiting for her.

I gave into tempation I walked over slowly cautiously, till I was standing less than two feet from her head.

"they're beautifull aren't they"

Those hazel eyes glanced to him as she heard his nearing footsteps. Annette hadn't felt his presence before now, it was strange but for the moment she took her mind from it.

"They are, I find them more enjoyable however when there is someone else."

A smile curved those full lips as her gaze fell back to the paintings. They were beautiful, it was a shame there were so few now who truely appreciated them. She turned on her back and extended a hand to him. "My name's Annette."

I took of my sunglasses to get a good look at her. She was beautifull. Those eyes are so penetrating.

Annette? I will remember that name never know when it might come up again.

"My name is Burton"

I accept her handshake and kneel beside her.

"So how long have you been coming here?"

Heat of recently stolen blood rose to tint the pale flesh of her cheeks a soft pink. Burton he said his name was, she liked it very much and the lingering smile proved it. There was no hint of fangs in that smile, years of hiding them had developed into a habit. Though he knew what she was despite it.

"I haven't lived here long, maybe three years. I noticed the museum a few months later and I've come ever since. And you?"

She wanted to say his name but paused, in the time that she was alive it would have been far to intimate. Though something told her saying his name would be simple compared to the rest of the evening.

"alot longer than I care to imagine"

that smile... so... so innocent.

"Museums and libraries are my regular haunts. It somewhere peacful where I dont feel watched."

Looking at her... tasting the aura around her. I want her. Even if just for one night. I lie down beside her watching her arching back. I move closer hoping my gesture is returned.

Annette nodded watching his eyes. It was the reason she rarely stayed in her apartment, the inconvience of neighbors so close that their actually in your business. He laid beside her, leaned closer and for a moment as his aura caressed her skin those eyes held a hint of surprise, perhaps a little fear and a lot of other things that were difficult to discern. Softly she gasped even though he had not touched her physically, and with hesitation she leaned closer. It was her fingertips that touched those lips first, then she gave into temptation and met them with her own.

The ecstacy roared through my veins. It has been soo long since anyone has given me an sort of passionate embrace unless forced.

I hoped this would happen. When she touched my lips I knew something was coming.

The taste of her was soo delicate.

I rub my hand up her side then back to her waist, I undo her ribbon and throw the ends to each side. I pull back.

"You're soo beautiful"

A smile replied to his comment. She leaned into him again as if to kiss him once more but stopped enough to whisper. "And to think, there is still so ... so much more of me that you have yet still to see." Annette savored his reactions, tasted them, even felt them glide over her skin like warm fur. Her body craved for his touch against her bare skin.

Gently she grasped his hand in her own as he threw aside the ribbon. She took it, guiding it over her slowly. Being such a tease, starting with those soft blonde curls, then her lips. Annette traced his hand over the warm velvet that covered her breasts, guiding him over her torso, waist and finally her thigh. Where she had dared to leave that hand was where the hem of the gown ended and flesh warmed from a recent intake of blood began. This was her invitation, the chance to do some exploring before the gown was stripped away.

What little expanse of air there was between thier lips was closed as she kissed him once more. Gentle caresses against his hand meanwhile urged him on.

I can feel the blood begining to pump through my veins.. A fresh feed..

I feel my way down her side with her guidance. she placed my hand between her legs. She's so warm, fresh from a feed as well I assume. I take a slight pace back and remove my t-shirt.

I regret whole heartedly the tattoos I got in my youth.

I use my eyes and to begin to search hers. Her pupils dilated - I assume mine we're the same. I grab her hair and pull her back into the embrace - our lips entwined as a I run my hand down her curved body.

I move my kisses away from her lips and start to slowly go down her body, from the neck to the breasts, the stomach and then begin to work my way back up. I cup her face and begin to kiss her again. I feel her begin to moisten as my fingers ached to enter.

His lips were so warm as he tasted her ... explored her. With each sensous touch it only proved to arouse her even more. Timidly she touched the bare skin of his chest, tracing with delicate fingertips the lines of each tattoo. Annette found the waist of his pants, not only going so far as to unbutton them, but also run the palm of her hand against the fabric which he was pressed so tight against.

"Please." She whispered this in helpless anticipation as those fingers hesitated. Those hazel eyes stared into his from only inches away. She wanted him, wanted to lie in in arms, to let pleasure overtake her. It had been so long.

she wanted me to go...

I took a deep breathe and worked my way in slowly.

Teasing her one stroke at a time.

I leaned in and kissed her, she was soo warm, she was physically glowing.

my spare hand wander over her body untill I reach her and give it a gentle hug.

When she ran her fingers over my tattoos and her hand over my jeans, she had unbuttoned them

I remove my belt and lay it down beside her quivering bodies and my pants slowly begin to slide down.

I ease myself in slowly, my index finger leading the way..

She gasped softly against his lips as he entered her, one teasing stroke at a time. The feel of his fingers between her legs tightened her body, she could feel the beginnings of something large and overwelming. Oh God, how she wanted to feel his naked skin against hers. The dress was the only thing between them and she ended that quickly by pulling it over her head and tossing it to the floor. Gently she kissed his neck, lacing her fangs over his skin drawing a line of blood.

I grunt as I feel her fangs trace the vein in my neck.

"Do it again"

She has completely naked now I watch as her breasts move up and down with each breath. I lean to kiss her as I slowly pull down my trousers and my boxers.

We all need to keep clean after all.

My penis erect and teasing at her vagina, I continue to work her with my fingers to the point where I can feel her body surge with pleasure.

I lift my fingers to my mouth and like them.

"Sweeter than honey"

I probe my penis at the gaping hole I have created in her vagina.. I sink my way in slowly.

Annette slipped her slender leg over his waist feeling him pressed and ready between her legs. It was enough to make her sigh before he took her in for another kiss. The movement of his hand match those lips, so slow and lingering, teasing along her naked body. He licked his fingers talking of how sweet she tasted. A smile curved her full lips as she took his hand, slipping one finger at a time in her mouth as she watched his eyes. It was a promise for later.

Her canines traced the vein beneathe his skin once more as she left his hand against her breast. She ran her hands over his erection as he guided himself in.

warm... surprising.

She must have drank sooo much.

I ease in and out as a lean in closer to her.

Feeling her body squirm under neath mine.

Her teeth against my neck slide across the flesh and pierce it slightly.

Another grunt from me as I fel her breathe on my neck and behind my ear...

A gasp escaped those half parted lips as he thrust so gently into her core. She watched her lover from inches away, those dark eyes embraced with something deeper than just hunger for his touch. Her back arched slightly as she rose to meet his rhythm, closing the space between the line of their bodies.

"Burton..." Supple lips gently caressed his ear as she whispered his name. She wanted to bite into his warm flesh, taste more of him. Her tongue laced over the wounds she had made already, bringing a shudder through her before she grasped a handful of his hair bringing him in for a kiss. Annette bit gently into her own lips, letting him taste her. "Faster Burton ..." She whispered helplessly. "Please."

I exhale slowly as she begs me to go faster.

I taste the blood she gives me in her kiss.

I feel her moving closer with each thrust.

I feel her tongue work it's way over the cuts slowly healing.

I begin to thrust faster.

Grinding my hips as I feel her encase me.

I lean in closer as the heat from her body slowly engulfs me fully.

I fight the urge to taste her more my lips tasting the flesh of her neck.

I lift my head up and look straight into her eyes.

I bite down on my tongue and we share a kiss..

Taste me my princess....

The sweet metallic taste of his blood filled her mouth as she gathered him in her arms, those slender legs wrapped around his waist as he plunged into her. The muscles in her lower abdomen spasmed and tightened around his shaft. It was as if every thrust reached into her caressed things that could have never been touched, each thrust felt as if it would meld their two bodies together. Noises fell from those lips, too primitive, too full of need. A wave of blinding pleasure burst over her in a skin-tingling rush, a lingering numbness. Resisting temptation was no longer an existing issue, she licked the blood that trickled from the corner of his lips, kissing a warm trail of kisses to his neck where she bit finally.