Xander's POV:

I worked at the light of my room, trying to find the perfect setting while Doe got changed in the closet.

She took a shower almost immediately after we returned from dinner, me doing the same once she was done.

Trimming what I thought needed it, and making sure not to over-due on the stuff that smelled too strong.

It was only about an hour after she finished drying her hair that she decided she was ready.

I took that as my cue to work on some last-minute preparations as well.

Fix the bed, dim the lights to a setting her human eyes would agree with.

Double-checking the lock on the door, and trying my best to fix my hair.

Trying to pretend like every part of me wasn't leaping for joy at what was about to happen.

That the jovial elation that transferred into the confidence that just felt right.

I think it'd been something that's been showing all-day

This was something I craved with her no doubt.

With how much I yearned for her already. How much I ached for the reciprocation I could only dream of, going through with this might just be too much for me to bear.

These kinds of things meant a lot to vampires, and there's no way I was going to pretend that I didn't love her to try to make it hurt less after the fact.

Loving her was a pleasure. One I'll enjoy for as long as I can, and I'll show her every bit of that I can tonight.

Show her exactly how she should expect to be treated.

I was confident in my ability to do that at least.

Seeing her trust in me grow throughout the day worked in boosting that as well.

Working at the instinctive need I had to do right brought it out of me more than anything.

Right... I think everything is where it should be.

I looked over the room once more, making sure that it was, eyeing the closet.

I could hear her still shuffling around in there. Deciding whatever clothing she wanted to present me with.

A blush crawled up the back of my neck while I turned back towards the bed, the realization of all of this completely hitting me.

That this was happening like... now.

That I was truly about to experience this with her.

My heart thrummed happily as that more savage part of me stirred patiently.

As he has been since this day began, but now it just laid in wait.

Waiting for a taste.

I let out a deep breath, snagging a random book from my nightstand to keep me occupied until she emerged.

Lying to myself in thinking that I'll be able to process a single word of it.

Doe's POV:

I stared at myself in the mirror, smoothening out the fabric against my body so that it showed my frame

He said he'd be more than happy with me in his shirt... so that's what I did.

I'd noticed that his collection of button-down shirts had grown ever since I started wearing these as pajamas, giving me lots to choose from to cover the simple black undergarments I chose.

I chose a purple one with a plaid pattern on it, sporting a few shades of it along with white and black.

I knew I looked good in purple, and if I had to guess, he liked me in it as well.

My heartbeat hadn't been normal ever since I stepped out of that shower.

The knowledge of what was happening so soon sent my entire body into a frenzy.

Pulling images and feelings from my memories.

The feeling of his lips on my skin, fingers skimming down my sides and legs.

How he liked to tease with nothing more than his breath, and that look... just the way he looked at me during it all.

My next breath was a particularly deep one.

I didn't know why I was just sitting here reliving these memories when he was waiting for me just on the other side of that door.

My hands fidgeted together at my front, taking my first step away from the mirror.

I remember once being so content with the idea of this. Completely fine with going through this as nothing more than just an action.

Back when I didn't know any better.

This didn't feel just like an action anymore. Not with him.

There was depth to this that I hadn't yet grabbed a hold of, but I hoped that maybe after tonight I'll be a step closer.

'Think of it as a connection' he says.

I stared down at the doorknob, fingers inching towards the silver.

'He's got me,' I repeated a couple of times in my head, truly wanting to rip my brain of any remaining worried, 'this'll be fun.'

I opened the door to the lighting almost matching that of the kitchens.

Maybe a bit brighter.

My eyes worked on their own accord, spotting Xander sitting with one leg bent, his back against the headrest.

And a book in his hand that was quickly tossed onto the nightstand.

I almost froze under his gaze. The way his eyes hooded over and slowly worked their way down before meeting mine.

Not from embarrassment or anything of the sort.

Just... from the scorching hot tension present in the room.

I forced my feet to move, never breaking eye contact.

Which became difficult after seeing his adoring smile break into my periphery.

"I see you found one of the new shirts," he spoke first, extending a hand out to me.

"Did you pick them out with me in mind?" I chaffed before I took it.

It was a fluidly swift motion that followed as he pulled me up and situated me into a position I was familiar with.

My knees on either side of him, straddling his legs.

"A little bit," he admitted, smoothing out the fabric himself by drawing his hands down my sides and resting them on my hips.

A simple touch that caused my heartbeat to be felt all over my body.

He looked down over the buttons in thought, I too trying to sneak a glance downwards to see what I could.

I'd never found myself wondering what was hiding under those sweatpants until recently, though I knew that I was going to be finding out here relatively soon.

The movement of his hand stopped me though, sneaking behind to my lower back and pulling me closer.

"You still sure about this?" He checked, his voice smooth through the calm tone.

"Yes," The words sounded breathless even though they weren't.

A deep vibration started from his chest at the single word, leaning his head in close.

"And how much effort do you want to put into hiding what I leave behind?"

Translation: How messy are you okay with me getting with these hickeys.

"Don't hold back," again, my words sounded the same. Curse them, "Not tonight."

I wasn't going to lie and say I didn't find them enticing.

Visual reminders of where he's been.

The purr grew deeper, the fingers of his left hand doing a spider-crawl motion up my back while the other pulled at my sleeve to show more of my neck and shoulder.

"Sounds like a plan," It wasn't new, the way he spoke the words centimeters from my neck and yet it felt different.

I knew there was intent behind it.

Even in his breathing, I could feel it unmistakably.

And it was absolutely thrilling.

My left hand decided it was its turn to take its place in his hair, the other curling into his tank top at his side, both to pull him fully into me.

He complied with a mischievous little snicker, lips finally making contact with my neck.

His movements were slow. So delicate and precise; nudging me further and further from the way I'd learned this experience went.

With every soft kiss over my shoulder came those promises he'd given me today.

Every lingering torment fizzled into nothing now that I was here.

Now that I could feel his arms around me, and sense him with every inhale I took.

I was okay. I knew I would be okay because I was with him.

His grip tightened as I fell into him completely, finally letting myself focus purely on him

I felt so hyper-aware of every movement he would make, whether it be the heat of his mouth and tongue, the hand that fell from my sleeve to my thigh, or just the simple movent of his legs to shift his posture.

He'd pull a few noises out of me whenever he inched lower towards my collar bone, slowly rising that needful heat I could feel all over the place.

Like my entire body was now craving his touch in my surrender.

Certain places even ached with the feeling, that alone made my next breath sound strained.

I found my hand reaching for my buttons, ready to put an ease to at least some of my needs.

Xander's hands met mine there, taking a gentle hold of my wrists, and guiding them away.

"W-what?" I ended up panting.

The cool air reached my neck as he pulled back, that confidence in his eyes bore into mine.

"That's my job tonight, dove," He grinned, leading my hands back to where they were before.

My face flashed red at the sound of that confidence I found way too alluring reaching all the way to his voice.

The slight rumble his purr gave it.

His job?

'My way...'

The thought made the color on my face deepen as if I wasn't about to live it.

My fingers curled tight into his hair as soon as it returned, using that grip to guide him up.

He gave me the short growl I was looking for, mixed perfectly with the fanged smirk that told me loud and clear of the fulfillment he found in that action.

This man and his hair.

I used the same grip to pull his lips to mine.

The relief of that contact alone felt un-real, fixing the tingling in my lips from getting left out up until now.

His tongue came to tease mine almost immediately.

I found my hips rising, knees pushing harder into the bed below as I rose myself to be taller than him.

My free hand came to cup his cheek, feeling his matching, needful breaths brush against mine.

The knowledge that part of these emotions, wherever they were called, were mutual set off a brand new blaze in me.

It aided in quickly letting me regain the confidence I had unnecessarily lost earlier today, and it showed in the way that I kissed him.

In the was I could feel him back off and let me take the lead.

'...your rules'

I think I was getting good at avoiding his fangs.

That, or he was getting good at helping me avoid them.

Maybe it was both.

Tonight has put me in a very giving mood, so I guess I'll let him take some credit.

My heart hammered in my chest the moment felt his hands upon my shirt.

He started at the bottom tediously working his way up.

He had to have been going this slow on purpose, intentionally building up to what he knew I wanted.

Fueling every current desire to have him all over me.

I gasped right into his mouth at just the mere feeling of his knuckles grazing my stomach in the process.

The still-cooler feeling of his touch across me.

Oh, this was so unfair.

I lowered myself back down as he reached the upper buttons, taking extra time on the two that had never been opened for him before.

Almost as if he was checking. Waiting for me to stop him.

As if I wasn't just basking in the feeling of being here with him and enjoying the lingering taste of spearmint from his mouthwash.

Even the feeling of my torso getting exposed to the air around us was amplified.

He pulled back after the last button was undone and I let my arms fall, knowing that there was no way to get this off without parting them from him.

The air only filled with our worked-up breathing, the otherwise silence as he took hold of the edge of my sleeves stirring up a tension that almost felt like it was going to be too much to deal with.

The gentle yet re-affirming gaze he lifted back to me before he pulled them both down. The size of the shirt on me making it come away very easily.

I straightened my arms enough to where the fabric just fell away from gravity, bunching around my legs.

My breathing had turned shallow, anticipating his next move while he tossed the shirt onto the ground somewhere.

A shiver took over my body the moment his hands returned to it and his eyes lowered to look.

Fingerpads traversing over the curve of my hips before moving upwards, stopping just underneath my bra.

I think his purr grew in intensity, as did my inability to make coherent thoughts.

"Alright. Your turn," I spoke, forcing what little power I could into my voice.

His smirk grew wider.

"Be my guest."

He took the liberty of leaning a few inches back to give me more to work with.

I looked him over, trying to decide the best possible way to accomplish this and not make it feel ridiculous to either of us.

After a moment of thinking, I threw out any attempt at making a plan and just went for it.

My hands lowered, sneaking themselves down and under his shirt, feeling over the tops of his hip bone with my thumb.

Hearing the hitch in his breath at the contact shot a thrill into me.

It's live I just forgot how much I liked hearing him react to what I was doing.

It was reassuring and exciting. Knowing the effect I had on him.

Feeling a slight tension under his skin when my fingers moved upwards, effectively taking his shirt with me.

My impatience had me looking to see what I was uncovering even before this was off.

He thankfully gave me a hand with it once my hands had reached his pecs, reaching back the same way he's done before and hoisting it off.

I was staring and I'm not at all embarrassed to admit that.

Gosh, he was enamoring to look at, and even more so to touch.

My tongue licked over my bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth.

I didn't fight the urge that appeared at the sight of him, instead leaned right into the crook of his neck, and returned the favor.

Hearing his quick intake and the hand splaying over the middle of my back to keep me there.

I held tight to the back of his neck, keeping him steady as my other felt its way over his abdomen, keeping track of every indent.

Hearing his hiss as I teased the skin with my nails, sucking hard right into the side of his neck.

He was right. This was fun.

I smiled to myself and continues my antics, feeling down his biceps and how flexed those muscles were from what I was currently doing to him.

"Fuck you're good at this," he groaned, hand lifting into my hair.

The tightness in his voice proved his words and had me hiding my pride against him.

A little snicker snuck out anyway, quickly returning to my project of feeling every inch of him that I could.

Leaving my mark on him multiple times all over his collar bone.

Savoring every tiny gasp and jolt he'd let out every time I brought my teeth into it.

He let me carry on with my business for a few minutes before his hands shifted elsewhere.

Gingerly easing their way around where the clasp of my bra was.

"May I?" That deepened tone was impossibly more powerful now that it sounded breathless.

I found myself momentarily caught up in the knowledge that he's never seen me in anything less than this.

It wasn't a worry or insecurity, just a realization that mixed with the fact that I wanted to see everything he had to offer as well.

"Be my guest," I repeated in the same tone he'd previously spoken it.

His hands situated themselves on either side of the hooks, working at them for a second.

And then five.

Then his up-till-now graceful movements turned into something a tad more sloppy and panicked.

"What the hell?" He muttered, lifting his head over my shoulder to get a glimpse at what he was doing.

Well, he got one of the hooks un-done.

I couldn't contain my laughter, giggling right into his shoulder.

"Need some help?" I offered amongst it.

All I got was a defensive grumble in response, failing to keep my laughter contained as he pulled it every which way.

I swear I caught just the slightest hint of a growl before hearing the fabric get sliced before my arms pressed against my sides at the slack around my chest.

Did he really just...?

I backed away from his shoulder.

"That's cheating," I deadpanned.

"It works though, doesn't it?" he grinned, hooking a single finger around each strap.

I rolled my eyes as if I wasn't just giggling, relaxing my arms as soon as he began to pull them down.

His grace returned with that action, following that same agonizingly slow pace he's adopted before discharging it with my shirt.

Then he just... Looked.

Over all of me. Soaking in every inch of my body that was exposed to him now.

I actually found myself hesitant through the agitation in the silence.

The unreadable look on his face due to the fact that I don't think I've ever seen the expression he held now.

His hands returned to my hips, rubbing his thumbs over the skin.

The air stopped dead in my lungs the second his eyes met mine again.

"You truly are the most beautiful woman I've ever been able to put my eyes on," he declared.

My eyes rounded. Both from the words, and from the pure genuine emotion I could hear behind them.

That I could feel. Like the words themselves were tugging at my heart.

There was elation buzzing through me at them no doubt. Appreciation and a relief I wasn't expecting.

But I've never felt this way- reacted this way to words alone.

"Xander," The words came out as a very weak berate, turning my head and lifting a hand over my mouth to hide my flaming cheeks.

There was no way his words were true.

With as long as he's lived and how many vampires he's seen.

And yet I couldn't even begin to believe that he was lying to me.

He just chuckled at my reaction, guiding my hand away with one of his own to place a kiss on the very cheek I didn't want him to see.

"I mean it," He began quietly right by my ear, "Every inch of you is a new thing that I want to appreciate."

His arm snaked behind my back as he spoke.

My breath came back to me in an embarrassingly sharp gasp as he pulled my body into his.

The direct skin-to-skin contact released fireworks in my body, along with a completely new and very unexpected sensation from my breasts.

He continued as he intricately switches our positions, turning us around and laying me on the bed with such a gentle care.

That mixed with the words and everything else nearly pulled tears into my eyes.

Whether it was from this entirely new experience, or because this was so different from what I was expecting.

"Thank you," He spoke from his place above me, our legs interlaping, "For allowing me the chance to so do tonight."

I was frozen, stunned in the moment while his words sunk in.

Scrambling blankly for a response while his hand slid from under me.

I didn't want him to think that his words weren't getting anywhere.

To know that I was taking them to heart and that they meant something to me, but I didn't know how to express that in words.

So, I resorted to something that always managed to get at least a piece of that across.

Lifting my arms and locking them around his neck and back, I pulled myself to him in a desperate and tight embrace.

Pressing his head into my shoulder for a moment where I could just hold him.

Where I could appreciate him.

For everything he'd done so far and yet it felt like we hadn't even started.

A sniffle was the only thing that broke through with the sudden pressure in my chest, and the way he held me there.

What the hell was this?

This emotion that ached in the sweetest way possible whenever he was near.

Laying here beneath him so vulnerable and feeling nothing but comfort.

I turned my head to place a kiss right by his ear, seconds before I let myself release him.

There was a wide, almost melancholic look in his eyes, though he was smiling.

He didn't give me enough time to figure out the look, the moment my head hit the pillow again, he too lowered himself back to me.

I don't know where exactly he was aiming, but I captured his lips with mine instead and he didn't disagree, hands pulling up my waist.

I melted into the new position grabbing at his back in the way I now knew he liked.

The growl testing the surface reminded me of that exact fact, though my focus got skewed the second his hands cautiously passed past where they'd previously been.

My back straightened then slightly arched while his fingertips explored my breasts, unsure as to why the flesh there felt so sensitive and different.

Or why goosebumps spread so quickly across my arms.

That slight difference became a jarring shock the second his thumbs grazed over my nipples, practically yelping right into his mouth.

He froze immediately, a quick look showing his wide eyes and hands lifting from me.

No... no that's not what I meant.

The sensation was a shocking one, but a very enjoyable one as well.

I didn't say a word, just grabbed his wrists and pulled them back to where they were, returning a hand into his hair to urge him to keep kissing me.

His quick sigh of relief blew against my cheek, happily obliging.

I kept trying to bend myself in a way that press our bodies together. To feel his steadily warming asking against mine, but realized I couldn't have both as continued his teasing touches.

Adding a frustrating pressure to my nipples between his first and middle finger, getting whimpers from me like they were endless.

He was savoring them. As subtle as he was trying to be about it, the rumbling in his chest doesn't lie.

They were barely a handful in his large hands.

My fingers curled, digging into his hair and back in a silent plea for more.

In response, he brought the knee between my legs further up, making me painfully aware of the throbbing heartbeat between him, and wracking a spark through my body.

Oh fuck...

My thighs squeezed together, trapping his knee there.

Closer. I needed him closer and I needed him there now.

I know I've thought such things in the past, but this time it was less of a desire and more of a need.

He had the gall to chuckle at my behavior, and I had the gall to think that it was one of the most attractive things I've ever heard.

I thought I was going to lose it the moment he lifted his lips away from me, blinking away the foggy-headedness that had taken over me.

He tried to move his knee, but I wouldn't let him.

He looked to have accepted that rather quickly, lowering himself down to give more attention to my beck and chest.

Eventually, he did have to reach a hand back to my thigh, giving it a squeeze and a gentle pull to coax me into releasing him.

Reluctantly, I let him go, and he cleverly moved where he wanted to before I could change my mind.

I tried to hide my excitement and relief as he lowered his lips to take the place where his hand was.

The other still kept me company where he kissed and lightly sucked on the other one.

It was all light-hearted and gentle actions until he close his mouth directly over my nipple.

I managed to muffle the immediate and obscene sound I was going to make with a hand over my mouth.

Keeping it there with my eyes squeezing shut.

I don't know what his tongue was doing but holy shit.

The press of his fangs on either side added an extra excitement that I didn't know what to do with.

"Alex," The whine inevitably escaped my mouth, tugging at his hair in a way where I couldn't tell whether I wanted him to give me a moment to catch my breath or keep going.

That captivating green gaze appeared up at me, catching the upwards tilt of his lips.

Throughout enjoying the fact that I was wriggling beneath him with each new thing he showed me tonight.

And the hips of mine that seemed to have a mind of their own, lifting for any sort of contact that they could get.

I needed something. And only he could fix it.

A thought I knew quite well by now.

"Please," I begged, not knowing what exactly I wanted, but feeling like Xander may have a hint.

I hoped.

The mixed feeling as he parted from my skin hit me hard.

He just looked at me. At my bare, sweaty, heavy-breathing body with narrow, calculating eyes.

"What do you know from here," He asked in a gruff rumble, "What did they tell you to do from here?"

I couldn't gauge why now of all times he was asking questions about the childhood I knew he hated, but I answered honestly.

I didn't have it in me currently to overthink it.

They didn't tell me anything about here since half the things he just did to me weren't something that was discussed.

So I just started where I was instructed to back then.

"Something to stimulate you," I panted, "Something with my hands or fellatio or... something."

Good job Doe, really putting together some normal-sounding sentences here.

I think all reasoning fled the second my boobs came into play.

He scrunched his nose, "Fellatio?"

I just nodded.

His eyes strayed from mine for barely a second.

"And what about cunnilingus?"

Cunni-what?

"What... what is that?"

The expression he gave me in return gave me absolutely no answer.

The almost giddy excitement he was showing me mixed with the devious glint in his eyes.

I squealed as he hooked his hands behind my calves and dragged me to the edge of the bed.

He was no longer on it, my confusion only growing now that he was kneeling on the floor in front of me, situating my legs over his shoulders.

The sight was just... holy shit.

There was an unknown part of my basically screaming in delight.

"Alex," I began as he eyes the last item of clothing remaining on me, "W-what are you-"

My words just disappeared as he looked up at me.

That look... mixed with his position currently... I felt like I was going to go insane.

His excitement still persisted, getting clouded over with more and more of that mischief I never admitted to myself that I adored.

His voice mirrored it, the tone he spoke making my toes curl.

"Lie back."