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Writer & Owner -(C) Toto 2004 (Resident Writer of SheBitch Erotica)

Author: Toto
Fandom: none
Rating: R
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Disclaimer: I own both of these characters and any resemblance to any person, dead or alive is purely coincidental. Plagiarism is not tolerated! This is a bit of a Vamp Christmas story and I hope you enjoy.

********SILENT HEARTS*********1/1************

I sit, staring at his beauty as he slumbers. It’s nearly dawn and he retired early again. I recall the fight between he and the old Master. The words of hate fell upon my ears and made me tremble with fear.

I turn and stare out the window, smiling as the cold winter night does not give up so easily to the day. Snow falls in great, huge flakes, covering the dead earth with a white so brilliant it nearly hurts my delicate eyes. I shiver as I slowly make my way to the window, opening the glass and placing my hands out into the frigid cold. The air is sucked from my lungs as Mother Nature lets herself be known.

He stirs, the cold air wafting around his head. Oh how he fought, such bravery, such wrath. The old Master’s underlings nearly winning that fight, but in the end, my Tighe, comes out on top. He has proven to be quite a Master himself. I shudder again and feel the silky material of my nightie softly caress my erect nipples. On this Winter day, the sun will prove a not so mighty advisary to the black night. Heavy clouds force the sun’s rays to stay away as they dump more snow onto this earth. I smile, pushing my face out into the air and catching stray snowflakes on my tongue.

“Rika?” His voice is so deep and resonant. It vibrates into my very soul. “It’s cold, sweet.”

I turn to face him, take in his beauty. His black, short hair, his deep brown eyes. I watch as his strong fingers push back the coverlet, and lick my lips as he slowly approaches me. I know it’s nearly time as the dark room slowly gives in to the light. The soft glow of the candles has long since been extinguished by the wind. The wind…ah the wind…it whips around my head, causing my dark hair to envelop me and tickle my face.

“Tighe, you wake. But you must sleep, my love, you had quite a night.” I grin evilly as he now towers over me. His hand snakes out and caresses my neck, fingers deftly manipulate my skin, causing goosebumps to rise up on me.

“Did you remember, love, it’s Christmas?” The words come forth with precise care and he pulls my body close to his. It’s a curious sensation, his cool body and the very cold wind. I miss the warmth….the warmth of the living. I miss his heartbeat, the soft thumping that made me know we were indeed alive.

“Yes, I remember. Do you have my present?” I chuckle, knowing full well he has one for me. This is his favorite Holiday….the holiday of the living. “I have yours.” I softly add.

“Ah, Rika, but you are my present…you know that.” His lips drop to my chin and he begins a slow but steady trail of kisses until he reaches my breasts. He lingers there, arching my body back and exposing me to him more easily. I feel his strong tongue through the material and the mixture nearly drives me crazy. “I love you, sweet.”

“And I you.” I whisper and inhale sharply as he picks me up, stopping to close the window, barring any light to enter the room. I snuggle my head into his neck and allow him to carry me to our bed.

“Now, be a good girl and come sleep with me, for tomorrow holds promise of retaliation and your present of course.” He chuckles at the oddity of that statement and I sigh, luxuriating as he slowly kisses away all coherent thoughts.

“But, my present….can I have it now?” I ask, knowing he will not give in. He has not for several centuries now. I sigh as he shakes his head no and makes a low growling noise deep within his chest. “Will you fight him again, my love?”

“Shhhh….not tonight, it’s Christmas eve and I so enjoy the simplicity of it all. He will not strike so soon, but a fight is eminent, Rika.”

“But you said…retaliation tomorrow. Will it be? Or does the Master Pompous Ass take Christmas off?” I smile as he bursts into laughter. “Love me, Tighe, love me like we are again alive and can feel our hearts beat as one.”

“Ah, Rika, you have a one track mind.” He places his strong hand over my chest where my heart lays, silent. The same hand that slew so many immortals just hours ago. I dip my head down and kiss his arm, sliding my body up and onto his. His manhood beckons to me under my hips and I enjoy the look of want and lust on his face. I begin a slow rocking rhythm, taking him into my body, greedily. I moan as he fills me, as he loves me and I him. Finally the snowy night gives into the snowy day, but we know not of it, here inside our cocoon. “Merry Christmas, love, although our hearts are silent, they still speak to one another.” His deep voice cascades around me wrapping me in his own kind of warmth as if it were a safety net.

I smile as sleep threatens to overtake me and another Christmas day shall soon be upon us.

~The end~

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