college jock even – broad and muscular with playful eyes and a dimple in one cheek.
He ran a hand through his short brown hair and glared at Gable. “You brought Guardians here? Man, I hate those guys. I thought it was just gonna be you?”
Charles cleared his throat, possibly to remind Francis that they were standing right there and that they could in fact hear him, but it didn't faze him. Francis had all the manners of a college jock too.
“Can't shake them,” she explained, shrugging a shoulder. “Don't worry, you'll be fine. I'll protect you, you big, bad vampire baby.”
Grumbling, he stood aside to let them pass. When Gable entered last, he grasped her wrist to keep her behind while the others disappeared into the living room. “You gonna stay after?” he asked, his voice seductive and his eyes positively smoldering.
She looked him up and down, smirking. He was wearing only a pair of running shorts and no shirt. No guessing what he'd been hoping for. “Not a chance.”
He pouted. “Please? You know you had a good time when you came by last.”
“That was a one time thing,” she said, trying and failing to keep her voice stern. “Go put on a shirt.”
He ran his hands up and down his perfectly chiseled chest. “You know you don't want me to cover this up.”
She laughed as she passed him by to follow the others.
The Guardians were all standing in an awkward huddle in the center of the room, like they were expecting more vampires to jump out of the shadows and bite them in the ass. The expressions on their faces were comical.
“Sit down then,” Francis said, staring at them like they were a bunch of idiots. Which, well. . .yeah.
The room was small and dark and there was barely enough room to seat them all. Nicky sprawled in an armchair and eyed Francis.
“What?” Francis demanded.
“Are you really a vampire?”
He shot down his fangs and bared them in response. To his credit, Nicky didn't jump, but his eyes widened. He was still so green to the Outcast world. “Where's your coffin?”
Francis raised an eyebrow at Gable. “Really?”
“We're here for information,” Charles interrupted before Nicky could ask any other stupid questions.
“I know what you're here for,” Francis drawled, cocking his head towards Gable. “She knows how it goes.”
Sighing, Gable moved to sit next to him on the sofa and held out her wrist. Walker didn't bother to hide her sound of distaste.
“Wait,” Nicky called out, sitting up to attention. “What's going on?”
“Blood for info, bro,” Francis explained, picking up her wrist and bringing it to his nose. He inhaled deeply.
“No way!” Nicky protested. “Gable-”
“It's just how it's done,” she told him impatiently. He needed to realize that he didn't have to protect her all the time. Or at all . “It's a fair trade.”
“But-”
“Let it be, Nicky,” Charles instructed, though he didn't look all too happy either.
Nicky sat back in his seat, shooting daggers at Francis. His hand moved unconsciously to the gun hidden underneath his jacket though he made no move to pull it out.
Francis' eyes turned red as his fangs came down. He bit into Gable's wrist and drank deeply, closing his eyes in ecstasy. She tried her hardest not to flinch while everyone except Nicky turned away uncomfortably. The taking of one's blood, it was an intimate thing.
As Francis continued to drink, Gable began to get warmer and warmer until she was just. . .hot. Too hot. Too flushed, too excited, too everything . Images of her and Francis flashed through her mind; their bodies entwined in his sheets, thrusting, panting, growling-
She kicked him hard in the shin with her boot. “Stop it! Do it normally.”
He somehow managed to smirk even with his fangs buried deep inside her vein, but the lust mercifully vanished. She was grateful – that was exactly how they'd ended up sleeping together six months before. Not that it hadn't been a lot of fun, but she
He ran a hand through his short brown hair and glared at Gable. “You brought Guardians here? Man, I hate those guys. I thought it was just gonna be you?”
Charles cleared his throat, possibly to remind Francis that they were standing right there and that they could in fact hear him, but it didn't faze him. Francis had all the manners of a college jock too.
“Can't shake them,” she explained, shrugging a shoulder. “Don't worry, you'll be fine. I'll protect you, you big, bad vampire baby.”
Grumbling, he stood aside to let them pass. When Gable entered last, he grasped her wrist to keep her behind while the others disappeared into the living room. “You gonna stay after?” he asked, his voice seductive and his eyes positively smoldering.
She looked him up and down, smirking. He was wearing only a pair of running shorts and no shirt. No guessing what he'd been hoping for. “Not a chance.”
He pouted. “Please? You know you had a good time when you came by last.”
“That was a one time thing,” she said, trying and failing to keep her voice stern. “Go put on a shirt.”
He ran his hands up and down his perfectly chiseled chest. “You know you don't want me to cover this up.”
She laughed as she passed him by to follow the others.
The Guardians were all standing in an awkward huddle in the center of the room, like they were expecting more vampires to jump out of the shadows and bite them in the ass. The expressions on their faces were comical.
“Sit down then,” Francis said, staring at them like they were a bunch of idiots. Which, well. . .yeah.
The room was small and dark and there was barely enough room to seat them all. Nicky sprawled in an armchair and eyed Francis.
“What?” Francis demanded.
“Are you really a vampire?”
He shot down his fangs and bared them in response. To his credit, Nicky didn't jump, but his eyes widened. He was still so green to the Outcast world. “Where's your coffin?”
Francis raised an eyebrow at Gable. “Really?”
“We're here for information,” Charles interrupted before Nicky could ask any other stupid questions.
“I know what you're here for,” Francis drawled, cocking his head towards Gable. “She knows how it goes.”
Sighing, Gable moved to sit next to him on the sofa and held out her wrist. Walker didn't bother to hide her sound of distaste.
“Wait,” Nicky called out, sitting up to attention. “What's going on?”
“Blood for info, bro,” Francis explained, picking up her wrist and bringing it to his nose. He inhaled deeply.
“No way!” Nicky protested. “Gable-”
“It's just how it's done,” she told him impatiently. He needed to realize that he didn't have to protect her all the time. Or at all . “It's a fair trade.”
“But-”
“Let it be, Nicky,” Charles instructed, though he didn't look all too happy either.
Nicky sat back in his seat, shooting daggers at Francis. His hand moved unconsciously to the gun hidden underneath his jacket though he made no move to pull it out.
Francis' eyes turned red as his fangs came down. He bit into Gable's wrist and drank deeply, closing his eyes in ecstasy. She tried her hardest not to flinch while everyone except Nicky turned away uncomfortably. The taking of one's blood, it was an intimate thing.
As Francis continued to drink, Gable began to get warmer and warmer until she was just. . .hot. Too hot. Too flushed, too excited, too everything . Images of her and Francis flashed through her mind; their bodies entwined in his sheets, thrusting, panting, growling-
She kicked him hard in the shin with her boot. “Stop it! Do it normally.”
He somehow managed to smirk even with his fangs buried deep inside her vein, but the lust mercifully vanished. She was grateful – that was exactly how they'd ended up sleeping together six months before. Not that it hadn't been a lot of fun, but she