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My heart was pulsing loudly in my chest as my thoughts ran away with me. It was silly. Theo had released his grasp on my hand and was seated with disinterest on his adjacent sofa. He had allowed me his presence, but if he had it his way, I would get nothing else. He held his eyes closed, turning his face away from me as if allowing himself to drift to sleep. I let my eyes wander over his lean form, pleased just to be able to look at him.

Theo remained unmoved, except for his hand. His fingers tapped against the arm of his chair in a quick rhythm. When my eyes were caught by the movement, I began to notice a pattern. His rhythm changed with the beat of my heart, echoing it as a clear signal that he could hear my nerves loud and clear.

I turned and collapsed on my back on the sofa, unable to bear his silent taunts.

"Are you bored of me, yet?" I heard the smile in his voice and I resisted turning to catch it in my sight knowing he would hide it from me. I turned my head towards the back of the sofa I was on, its leather familiar and cold.

"I remember when I first met you," I said quietly, a small smile rising on my lips, "You called me a dull human and a moron."

"Do you want an apology for every bad thing I've said and done? Because that will probably take us a few days," Theo answered in monotone. I turned to glance at him, noticing he had halted his fingers. I pushed myself to sit up before standing to head towards the bathroom. I paused, looking back at him thoughtfully.

"I wasn't asking for an apology," I told him simply. "I thought you were cold. Dangerous. Irritating sometimes. But I never held it against you... not for long." Forgiveness came easy to me, no matter how ill-advised it was. Sometimes, I felt I could forgive an injury before it even happened.

I wandered into the bathroom absently, freeing Theo of my presence for a while. I wondered briefly if he would use this chance to escape my company. He was so closed off. He was hard to get close to.

When I stepped back into the room, Theo was seated in front of the piano. His fingers lightly danced over the keys, tapping out a quiet tune around him. I watched him silently, standing mesmerized as the music played from his heart. It had to be real; that emotion he could twist into those notes.

I approached him cautiously, my body swaying absently as I did so. And then I dared to be brave. I reached for him, my fingers slipping into his soft hair gently. He didn't halt. He had known I was there all along.

I trailed my hand through his hair affectionately as he played and then I ran my fingers over his neck and down his spine carefully. I returned my touch to the base of his neck before leaning forward, reaching to run my hand along his chest as I embraced him from behind once again. Theo stumbled over his notes, momentarily losing his composure, and I tilted my lips towards his ear.

"Keep playing," I requested quietly before lightly kissing his earlobe.

"Katia," Theo warned; his voice low and dangerous.

"Either you keep playing," I responded with my own warning, "Or I'll start taking off my clothes." Theo hesitated a moment and I smiled, pleased by his reaction. For a second, I wondered if he would call me on my threat, but then he seemed to snap out of his thoughts and began to play with new determination. I would have been offended except that I could clearly see I had flustered him.

After a few moments, I began to continue my exploration of his body. I placed butterfly kisses along his neck and over his shoulder, reaching to touch his flesh under his shirt. His skin was like a cool breeze on a hot summer night. It was so different from the heated touch of the others, which felt bright like pleasant flames against my own flesh.

I shifted behind him, pulling away enough to begin trailing my kisses over his solid back. I claimed his shoulder blades and then his mid-back, releasing him only when grasping his shirt to lift it partially. My lips grazed his lower back, rising briefly along his spine before I heard the sharp trill of stumbling notes.

"Katia," Theo growled, his warning much clearer in my name. I released him, standing back only enough to reach for the fabric of my clothes.

"I said keep playing," I reminded him before beginning to slip out of my outfit carefully. Theo had frozen where he was seated, refusing to glance in my direction. I was only in my undergarments before he reached for the keys of the piano, fumbling over a rush of notes. I wanted to laugh, but my heart was thudding with adrenaline in my chest, leaving me breathless.

I didn't remove any more of my clothes once he began playing, albeit terribly. His posture was too tense for the proper flow of music and his mind was too distracted to notice his mistakes. I reached for him again, running my touch over his torso with trembling hands. I traced his hardened stomach under his shirt, my breath on the skin of his shoulder curiously.

"I know you think you don't deserve love," I whispered to him breathlessly, my hand traveling lower until my touch brushed over his pants suggestively, "But I can't help how I feel. I'm yours, if you'll have me. And if you truly don't want me, I'll go." Theo stopped playing altogether, his animation having dropped to near inexistence.

Suddenly, his cold grip was pulling me to him. I was twisted sharply onto his lap, yelping as he guided my legs so that I had no choice but to straddle him. And then he tightened his grip, pulling me impossibly close to him and his body. I shook in anticipation within his caged grasp, my sudden sensitivity sending a wave of heat throughout me.

"If I don't want you," Theo hissed almost angrily. His eyes raked over my nearly nude frame, taking me in with intense, dark hunger. His nostrils flared as he lowered himself just over the center of my chest, inhaling my scent dangerously. Desire was coating my every thought, sending heated spikes that pooled where the apex of my thighs met his lap.

"I've never wanted anything before you," Theo growled with frustration. He brushed his cool lips over my throat, causing responding whimpers to escape me. My heart sang at his confession, but sank when he began to pull away. "But I'm not like the others. I can't feed your touch and I'm not from Genesis." I reached for him, grasping his face in my hands before holding my forehead to his determinedly.

"I don't care where you're from or if your touch isn't mystical. I'm more than some spell. I can feel what my magic desires and I can choose whether or not I desire the same," I told him firmly, "I want you. Not because it makes sense. Not because I can gain anything from you. I just want you."

I shifted, brushing my lips over his delicately. It was a question. Would he allow me to love him? And would he love me in return?

Theo lifted his hand, twisting his fingers gently through my snowy hair before answering. He moved against me, deepening the kiss until I felt my breath lost forever. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me more intimately against him. I gasped against his lips with pleasure and it was enough to unravel him.

Theo lifted me abruptly, leaning into me against the piano. The keys struck loud, incoherent notes in response, and I stifled a small laugh from my throat. Theo ignored the disjointed melody, targeting my throat with consuming kisses. I panted under his cool caress, clasping at him as if he were my anchor. He moved away enough to pull his shirt off before lining his body against mine again, his embrace nearly overwhelming.

The piano continued to play sharp notes under me for only a moment longer before Theo suddenly lifted me again. Within a breath of a second, I was rested roughly atop of his bed with a surprised gasp. His lips were on my flesh without hesitation, trailing between my breast and over my stomach. He traveled left and then right before lightly biting into my side, avoiding using his fangs so that my skin wasn't broken. I yelped before a shock of laughter escaped me, finding the particular spot slightly sensitive.

Theo shifted away, watching my body as I squirmed impatiently under him. He began to undo his pants, but then hesitated. I could only wait a moment before I twisted myself, moving onto my knees and approaching him with ease.

I ran my hands over his chest, following them with my lips greedily. I moved around him, showering him with my affection before placing my hand on the center of his chest and pushing. I knew I couldn't make him move with my own strength, but he still humored me until it was he who was under me on the bed.

I finished removing his clothes with his help, placing my lips on every bit of his flesh that my hands previously stroked. His responding growl of pleasure was enough to thrill my desires for centuries. I peeled away what was left of my undergarments and suddenly felt nervous. My skin burned under Theo's dark look, but he didn't move to claim me.

I moved over him, my heart racing so painfully in my chest that it felt like my entire body throbbed with it. I aligned myself with him, ignoring the inexperienced uncertainty that reddened my skin. And then I lowered myself over him, feeling him pushing into me solid and sharp. My body trembled with responding pleasure, a gasp escaping me as I continued to take him into me slowly.

Once my hips were aligned against his fully, I felt like my heart might explode within me. My flesh was burning with hot desire that Theo's touch couldn't even dream of cooling. I moved against him, the thrill of pleasure stealing my breath. Theo groaned under me, tense from restraint, before finally giving in.

He abruptly sat up, withdrawing from me partially before sharply meeting me. I cried out as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him. I lifted my arms around his shoulders, clasping my fingers through his hair as I continued to grind against him luxuriously.

With Theo's chest aligned against mine, his tantalizing flesh caressing mine, I began to feel a rising heat pooling low within me. Theo gripped my hips, guiding me over him as he moved under me. His lips claimed mine hungrily, a growl low in his chest as he increased our pace greedily. I tightened my grasp on him, whimpering as that heat pressured within me dangerously. I met his movements desperately, breathless with passion.

"Theo," I gasped vulnerably, crying out as the heat overflowed throughout me in a nearly violent release. Before I could breathe again, Theo had shifted over me, pinning me under him once again. He splayed my legs vulnerably and pushed into me with a new hunger.

I cried out as he took me passionately. My desire for his love only increased precariously. I felt transformed; the vibrant pleasure of him within me blinding me of any thought beyond him. Even though his touch was a painful contrast to the fire of my flesh, it was a balance I'd never felt before. I was lost by the burst of bliss that wracked my body again.

Theo was suddenly lost within me as well, his body frozen against my trembling form. He remained this way, moving his lips over my shoulder absently as he collected himself. And then he pulled me to him so that I was mounted on his lap and enveloped in his embrace again.

I was speechless as his lips brushed over my cheek affectionately. Then I lifted my hands to trail my fingers over the features of his face curiously. I had never seen this look in his eyes. They were usually dark and guarded, but as I traced his lips and quivered in his arms, I could see an honest, vulnerable emotion in his eyes. They spoke of devotion. They knew love.

"I will never be done with you," I whispered into his lips before closing the distance hopelessly. As it was, I didn't need Theo's words to know he wouldn't be done with me for a very long time as well.

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Music: Closer by J2 feat Keeley Bumford