We Love Like Vampires: Part 3

Frank's Point of View


     After healing the bite marks I had left I slowly pulled back from his throat, reluctant to move from my most favorite spot. The heat his body was giving off was unbearably sweet, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. The condensation from our naturally heated breath was collecting between us leaving my mouth and his throat comfortably damp. I pulled back until I was about an inch or two from his face.

     He was so lost in the moment he hadn't realized that I had pulled away yet and I took this moment to watch his face. Sometime while I was healing the bite he had closed his eyes and he seemed to have melted a bit. I smiled at the effect I had on him reveling in the fact that the feelings I had weren't one sided. I could make him melt like he could make the butterflies flutter in my stomach.

     He had a look of pure and untainted contentment on his face that seemed to take all of the worries that were weighing us down away; even if it would only last for a little while. His straight nose was pale in contrast to his blushing cheeks and his rounded face was tilted up and to the side ever so slightly. His small chin was beautifully wrapped in the soft pale flesh that extended flawlessly over his entire body. This was one of the moments that seemed surreal in comparison to our normal reality.

     His eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly before his lavender shaded eyelids pulled back revealing the beautiful forest orbs of brown and green that were his eyes. We sat transfixed for a moment by each other's eyes. He had always said that my eyes were beautiful but no set of eyes could compare to his. I never believed that there could be any one on the face of the planet that was perfect until I met him.

     He was always there in the back of my mind, his face, something he said, something he had wanted. No matter where I was if he wasn't with me, it didn't matter what I did, he was always there in my mind. I'm glad he's always there to, no matter what happens I'll always have a piece of him with me.

     I placed my hand on the side of his face at his jaw just under his ear. Seems like I just can't get enough of him; I had been touching him in some way all day today but he didn't seem to mind. He leaned farther into my hand and let his eyes slid shut again with a sigh of satisfaction. I felt a small smile pull at my lips as I looked at him.

     When his eyes reopened he smiled widely at me and I felt his arms snake around my waist, pulling me closer. I now stood between his legs looking into his warm and shining eyes as I was pressed gently against his abdomen. I could feel his flat yet broad and firm stomach through the thin fabric of his Smashing Pumpkins tee shirt. My hand was still resting softly at the side of his face while my other arm draped itself over his shoulder and behind his head.

     Ever so slightly I tilted his head up with my tattoo covered hand and closed the distance between our lips inch by inch. He didn't flinch as our lips met and he didn't freeze up. After all he had been through in the past I realized that this was a great accomplishment for him. He was almost always skittish when it came to physical contact with other people. The night he was attacked was one he wouldn't soon forget. All things happen for a reason though, and that night only brought us closer together.

     I loved being here with him like this close and warm…