Decisions, Chapter 22

**A/N:  Read slowly?**

Godric gently placed his tired Cara down on her bed and arranged the covers over her chilled form. He then ensured that the room was made light-tight, closed and locked her door, and made to rest upon the covers to protect her from the chill of his body.

“Oh, no,” came her sleepy grumble. She held the covers open. “Get in.”

Unable to resist his love’s command, he smiled faintly as he slid in beside her. After once again ensuring her comfort, he settled onto his side to gaze upon her as she slept.

When she crossed the narrow space separating them, wrapped her arm about his waist and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck where it met the pillow, his arms automatically folded around her and drew her even closer. He could do naught else.

Within moments she slept, her breathing peaceful, her body slightly over-warm but relaxed. He subtly drew his nose along her skin, into her hair, memorizing her scent, detecting the “cold” and noting how it seemed to be leaving her precious body.

As he allowed the soft warm fragrance that was uniquely hers to flood his body and sooth his demons, he felt faint tears of awe and gratitude prick his eyes.

She had not run.

She had not refused him.

She had not feared him.

She had…amazed him.

A cry caught at the back of his throat and through sheer will alone he subdued the need to allow wracking sobs to overtake his tense form.

In the end, after having seen him take leave of his senses, she had still chosen him. She had still welcomed his arms about her, his voice in her ear, his touch upon her body.

She had even welcomed him into her bed.

There, in that soft cocoon holding and held by the beautiful, courageous spark he felt surely enabled the continuance of his existence, Godric felt his heart break and reform a thousand times as thought after thought, memory after memory, rose and fell in the swarm of his mind.

To the comforting, grounding beat of her heart and divine choir of her slow, steady breaths, he would have sworn he felt himself coming back to who he had once desired to be, but had yet to become.

Never had he felt more grounded yet less restricted.

As the sun broke the horizon and eventually ruled on high, he held his Cara close, safe in the dubious security of his grasp, and refused to imagine releasing her from his hold come nightfall.

 •~•0•~•

Cara woke later that afternoon feeling surprisingly well-rested and wondering why the bed was so hard and cool. She stretched, then leaned up and looked down to see that at some point during the day Godric had pulled her partially onto his chest.

As she gazed down at his handsome face, so relaxed and peaceful in his dayrest, with a pang she realized that a few tears had dried near his eyes.

That would not do.  Her Godric shouldn’t cry, not ever.

She smoothed his silky bangs away from his forehead, and couldn’t stop herself from stroking her fingertips across his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, his softly firm lips. His handsome face seemed to call for her tender touch, and she had no will to deny it.

Eventually and with a huff at nature, she felt the need to rise and remove herself from his loose grasp. After tending to her needs in the bathroom, she found a stack of towels and wash cloths, and decided to take a quick shower.  Being sick had always made her feel slightly dirty.

After grabbing a clean set of sleeping clothes from the pile that had come from her pillowcase, she returned to the bathroom and took the best five-minute shower of her life.  Once she was dried and dressed, she wet a clean cloth with warm water, and returned to the bed.

For a long moment, she simply stood and stared at the ancient one so vulnerably at rest. As little as she knew about vampires, even she knew the risk he was taking, the trust he was showing her, in allowing himself to be so defenseless in her presence.

As old as he was, that kind of trust spoke very highly of his feelings for her.

He literally trusted her with his life.

But…she chewed on her bottom lip…was she ready for that kind of commitment? That kind of responsibility?

She sighed. She truly wasn’t sure if she was. Loving someone, and being loved by them, was a huge responsibility. As a commitment-phobe, accepting the reality of her current position was going to take a hell of a lot of thought…and courage.

At the side of the bed, she shifted from foot to foot as she considered all that had happened between them in such a short amount of time.

In some ways his almost obsession with her was scary. He was so intense, so deep and endless that she wasn’t sure what to make of it all.

He was so strong, so powerful, hell, even she could feel the power that seemed to emanate from his ancient presence, but at the same time he was so…exposed, almost desperate in some sort of pain that she both understood and…didn’t.

Could she do it? Could she be what he needed? Did she want to be?

Was she strong enough to help him keep himself glued together?

But…how could she not?

The wealth of feeling, of experience and love and desolation she had seen in his eyes had beckoned to her own soul in a way that she couldn’t ignore, didn’t want to ignore if she were being honest with herself.

Fuck.  In for a penny…

She crawled back into bed, and began washing the dried tears from beneath the ancient vampire’s eyes.

•~•0•~•

Godric came to at the tender touch of a wet, tepid cloth gently removing evidence of his weakness, and the warmth of a hand lightly resting on his chest. His first unnecessary breath was ripe with the warm feminine scent of his beloved.

His soul sang with joy. His beloved was ministering to his needs even during his dayrest, tending to him softly as a Mate would.

Knowledge that he had spent his rest by her side, and that she had chosen to remain by his side even after waking, flooded his being with almost painful euphoria.

The beast within recognized that they had each ensured the other’s safety, and felt a primal satisfaction he could not name.  He could no longer remain still.

In an instant his relaxed body transformed into throbbing fangs and hard cock, his firm thighs and taut core tensed and primed to…

His beast roared.  Godric was ready to claim his Mate.

Cara gasped softly as his eyes popped open and she suddenly found herself on her back gazing up into their deep bright-blue depths.

“I’m sorr…,” she started, then found her words silenced as his lips captured hers in a long, slow kiss.

Finally, upon sensing her need to breathe, he raised his head slightly.

“No, my heart,” he growled softly as he gazed into the warmth of her eyes, “never apologize for tending to me.”

When she parted her lips to reply, he lowered his head and invaded the recess of her mouth, his tongue thrusting, teasing, his hips following suit.

Proof of his unmistakable need rested thick and heavy against her thigh, and she shifted as she longed to be rid of her sleep set.

Her moan of pleasure at his touch sparked to life a different kind of beast, a demon of sensual needs brought to life to be fucked into submission.

With a growl he mounted her soft, willing body more fully. His weight braced on his forearms, his solid thighs spread her legs and his groin nudged more forcefully at the warmth he so desperately needed to enter.

His kiss was neither slow nor gentle as he nipped at her lower lip only to soothe then capture her lips with his own.

When she drove her fingers into his hair and held him closer, he couldn’t help the shudder that rippled through his body, and when she brought her thighs up and wrapped her legs around his hips then ground herself against his hard length, he rhythmically obliged her silent request.

Cara could barely breathe from all the sensations running riot through her body. Heat and warmth and wave after wave of pleasure threatened to drown her, and they were both still clothed…and her hands…she couldn’t keep them still as they roamed from his hair to his broad shoulders and finally clawed into the firm muscles of his back.

Growling softly as her little pants and gasps drove him on, hips thrusting, hands fisting in the covers, Godric allowed his mouth and fangs to drift from her swollen lips down her jaw, finally fastening onto the sensitive skin of her throat.

To her shock and his immense gratification, mere moments later she threw back her head and keened through her first orgasm of the evening.

Primal, arrogant, well-deserved satisfaction ran like fire through Godric’s blood. He had given his Mate her first pleasure, and without removing a single piece of clothing.

Yet.

He smirked…but slowed his movements to allow her to recover. When her breathing slowed, he held himself stiffly above her, and marveled at her softly bemused expression.

Her eyes were dewy, her face was flushed, her hair was a riotous mess, and there was no place or time on Earth he would rather be.

He inhaled deeply, and the scent of his Mate’s arousal and pleasure caused his hips to lunge forward as the taste of her skin lingered on his tongue.  His hands clawed deeper into the mattress as he held onto his control by a thread.

“Cara,” he said, his voice husky and strained, “before we proceed, you must know that if I have you now, I will not let you go.”

After a few blinks to clear her gaze, Cara looked up into the heartbreakingly beautiful face of her ancient vampire.

The look in his slightly dilated eyes, begging her to understand how serious he was while desperate for her to accept him, eviscerated any doubts she may have ever had about loving him fully, completely.

He was hers, and she was going to claim him.

“Show me…show me what it’s like to be yours.”

**A/N: It was about time what with it being Chapter 22 and all, eh? And on that note, I have a question: Should this be continued in the next chapter, or should I leave it there? It’s not like we don’t know what happens…   So, use the comment section below and tell me: how was it and what did/do you think?**

DECISIONS BACKDECISIONS NEXT

 

32 thoughts on “Decisions, Chapter 22

  1. Pingback: Happy Day-Before-Valentine’s-Day!! ♥ | Addicted to Godric…& Eric…& Andre

  2. Part of me wants it continued but some of my fav stories have never gotten into the details which left it to the imagination which I liked 🙂
    My suggestion – flip a coin? 🙂

    Like

  3. shoegirl01: See, that’s me: sure, hot sex scenes can be great, but I love using my imagination, too, plus I read much more for plots than sex manuals. *pondering* 😀

    Liked by 1 person

  4. I feel the physical claiming of each other is too important to gloss over entirely, it’s another symbol of the trust and love that has manifested between these two. Frankly, what they have already experienced shows their level of involvement that neither one of them would likely survive without the other. However, in the vampire lore we are dwelling in, they are such physical, visceral creatures, thus the claiming. It’s why we love them after all.

    Like

  5. Well unless there are like lights magically erupting from ehm ‘questionable’ holes or some other insight my imagination would never grasp I’d happily take this and know what happens after, imho the words spoken in the aftermath always far exceed the description to what occurred in the act… the intimacy and the duality of care and longing in this chapter speaks enough, the small touches vs. the restraint that stands as a sort of tug war between them that’s liberated with a few words of longing and consent… what more would one need than to know that?

    Like

  6. oh my Lordy! *fanning self with hand* i feel like i should be content and just let my imagination run wild. but since i’m a demanding bitch….more plase? *batting eyelashes* 😉

    Like

  7. motomary: I totally agree. They’re at the point in their relationship (vampire-wise, at any rate) where it’s just plain time for them to claim each other. Granted “the act” is about love and pleasure and passion, but it’s also about leaving that indelible emotional, if not physical, mark on each other, too. If this were nothing more than a regular Tuesday afternoon sexcapade, I wouldn’t bother with it, just MAYBE give a brief mention to prove they have a healthy sex life and then get on with the plot. But since it’s their first time together, and especially after the recent emotional events, I can see that they DO need that physical confirmation and expression. Also, since this story is more about the emotional intensity than action/battle, the physical sealing of their emotional pact is, I think, apropos. 😀

    Like

  8. hisviks: This would be a bad time to mention KPer’s song “Firework”, right? Lol, and you’re right – what passes between the couple “after” is just as important in a lot of ways as what happens “during”.

    Liked by 1 person

  9. galwidanatitud: *happy grin* Hey, thanks – glad you liked it! I freely admit to being curious as to how this Godric goes about…things since he hasn’t been with anyone in this story yet. I know all about how Anticipating’s Godric…works, but this one? Will he be hard and fast and intense? Slow, easy…and intense? Sweet and gentle? Rough, almost feverish? I don’t know yet. So, yeah, I’m curious about what he’s going to have me write on his behalf, as it were… 😀

    Like

  10. galwidanatitud: Cara just squealed, blushed a little, then wanted to know what you had against her girlie bits…but I notice she didn’t say no… (I told her, “Godric!”, and she just laughed.) LOL!! Oh, wait, hang on…she said she’s changing her answer to, “Not all at the same time, surely!”

    Like

  11. ericluver: Awww, thank you!! 😀 *Godric says, “Thanks…was kind of getting into it at the end of this chapter…didn’t really want to stop.” 😀

    Like

  12. If I may make a suggestion… A fic I read a few yrs ago had Sookie reminiscing about a reunion with Eric – touching on the feelings that came through and how she felt. i always thought that to be a lovely way for the author to acknowledge the sex with having to write out the step-by-step actions.
    I can’t wait to see what you decide 🙂

    Like

  13. shoegirl01: I like that idea! It lets the passion and romance shine through without bogging the scene down into a sex manual. I may well do that at some point… *thinky face* I have some dialog and a few other bits and pieces in mind for when Godric claims his Mate that would be pretty relevant, so… Hey, the name of the story IS, after all, DECISIONS… 🙂 Thanks for the idea, though, really – may well come in handy in the future!

    Liked by 1 person

  14. Pingback: Updates 2-15-15 | SVM & TB Stories

  15. wooohoo! literally the woohoo (what? never played the sims before?) I will take whatever you choose, write what u feel comfortable with – the emotional connection is there already so it’s up to you dear! ty for the update!

    Like

  16. morggys: Hey, I’ll take a wooohooo or two! 😀 Thus far “public response” is leaning heavily toward continuing Godric’s claiming of his Mate, and I totally understand that. In the vampire tradition we dabble in, that’s an extremely important event in their relationship as opposed to “the usual routine manual-esque Tuesday night sex and a pizza” routine sexing that could be skipped without disrupting the plot in any way. Plus, I love a great sex scene – when it fits with the plot and at least TRIES to be realistic. If nothing else, I can make fun of it in a later TwiFuckery… 😀 Go me!!

    Liked by 1 person

  17. Great chapter! The first part was so incredibly sweet, then it heated up! I think ultimately you should do what inspires you… to continue this or leave to the imagination… I’m sure either one you choose will be fantastic… personally I’d be happy with either but I am very curious to read a lemon between them because your Godric is so incredibly adorable with his antics. I’d love to see what the lemon would be like. If you choose to skip that though I will still love this story!

    Like

  18. American Android: *blush* Thank you! I’m leaning toward continuing that mainly because he IS such a different Godric than I usually write. Plus it’s “the claiming”, and that’s so important to vampires… But I really appreciate your vote of confidence – you so rock!!!

    Like

  19. missrissa81: LOL! 😀 When I have time (which is sadly never anymore) I love re-reading old favorites. You know what’s going to happen so you get to concentrate on and savor other parts of the story. 😀

    Liked by 1 person

  20. I’m really loving it, again!! I even gave this gem as a recommendation today, cause I adore this story, well I adore all of them, but this is my current one!! LOL

    Like

Ahh, you found me. No clue why they stuck me ALL THE WAY DOWN HERE, but see that "Comment" box? Have at it!

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s