Coeur Battant

     He watched the young thing dance between the rows of clothing, stopping to touch, to caress, to experience the particular garments that caught her eye. This skirt, that sweater, those stockings... each item stroked with the interest of a lover marking her prey. She gathered delights unto her, and pranced lightly towards the fitting room. For perhaps longer than she should have, she tried each piece on, alone, then in various combinations. Every metamorphosis being revealed before the mirrors placed about the secreted chambers. She emerged with her selections, made the purchase, and headed loftily out into the busy mall, her new shopping bag dangling from her crooked arm. He watched as she moved deftly through the crowd, and could tell instantly that she was a girl who lived in, or had spent a large amount of time in, a large city. She carried herself confidently, stoically, and did not yield herself to the oncoming swarm. She was magnificent, her curves as pleasing as a morning blossom to the eye, her scent fragrant and enticing. She held her head high, her eyes bright, and she smiled as she slithered through the outcropping of  browsing shoppers at the various kiosks.  He followed from above, his vision fixed on her form. He could sense her ease, he could taste her calm. She was interesting. She had energy to harness, and he meant to.

Angus closed the gap slightly. He was the barely-seen form working the narrow gaps, nudging elbows with such a light touch. He sought her scent, her lithe strides, and he again felt her ease. She was exciting, and she knew it. He could almost touch her heat from so far away, it was boiling up out of her and she knew it. This made Angus so very curious. Why was this mortal thing so confident in herself? What made this woman bleed  surety? He grinned, he licked his lips, and he hoped she would tell him. If not, he intended to find out for himself.

Lynn felt the weight, the warmth of the gaze. It excited her. It made her quiver. That gaze ran its finger up her spine, over her shoulders, and back down to her hips. She had always been sensitive to being watched. It had been proven years ago that blood pressure and temperature changed  when someone watched you. She knew it her whole life.  So here, again, in this mall, she felt the excitement of being stared at hard. And her body responded well. She moved her hips a little more expressively, and she straightened up a bit, stretching her limited height as far as she could. She'd always wore the tallest shoes she could, she learned young to be stable and calm in them, and at this point in her life, she could play basketball in anything up to about 6" platforms. The height of the heels accentuated her calves, and any man knows what it does for the rest of a girl's figure. So she wore them, and she didn't mind being taller than some of the men she hit on. It made her feel extremely powerful sometimes, towering over her date, watching him nervously try to stand up tall and straight. That alone made most men she dated more handsome. There was, to her, nothing worse than a man slouching.

Angus closed the gap further. She knew he was there, he could feel that. She knew and she wasn't nervous.  Good. She slowed her pace, intentionally as far as he could tell. Better.  And she smiled when he got close, his gaze fixed upon his prey. Best.  He felt her heartbeat quicken with her step as she sensed his proximity. He was close, practically within arm's reach. She knew it. She never looked back or sideways, but she knew.  Angus let his smile take over his face, at last, and it spread like an infection to others around him. Even unnoticed, the Vampire affected its surroundings.  He was smiling when she turned and gave a single flick of her eyes over her shoulder as she did. Suddenly she was alone in a long corridor. And in far less than a heartbeat, Angus was right behind her, stepping silently, slowing his pace to see what her intention was.

She could feel his breath. Her own met its pace, and she was very turned on. "I hope to hell he's not hideous" she thought to herself, just as she decided to risk being alone. She saw the restroom sign, caught the family restroom sign below, and turned into the dimmed corridor. As she did, she allowed herself one very quick turn of her head and let her eyes follow around. She saw ... someone... it was like a blur, a fleeting glimpse of a man. A shadow. She wondered if this was some kind of set-up, thought of all the odd reality-television shows on of late, and let it slide off. If this were a set-up, she'd let it happen. And she would let it happen with a spectacular twist. She made her way towards the door marked 'Family Friendly' and swung the door open. She spun as she went inside, and let it close behind her. But she did not lock it. She stood near it, listening. She noticed her face in the mirror, and she let out an involuntary laugh. She was damp with sweat, her cheeks and ears rosy, her eyes bright. She WAS turned on. And it showed. Footsteps outside, very quiet, very light. Could this be him? She hoped so... She turned the knob under her hand and...

Angus slipped up the corridor, saw her turn into the room, and slowed his pace again. He let her get inside, then allowed his footsteps to become heavier, making just enough noise to be heard. He approached the door, could hear her breathing and a laugh behind it. Suddenly, it flew open, her delicate hand reaching out to grasp him... He smiled that smile...Her hand opened, clawed at his arm towards his wrist as to pull him in. She caught...

"Only air? What the fuck? Where did he go?" Lynn closed her hand hard on nothing, She could feel his presence, could smell something decadent, and felt the heat rise farther in her, but caught nothing at all.  Her puzzled face told the tale of her heart, of her lust. She turned to close the door and actually use the room, her eyes caught for a spit second in the mirror. . . a shadow... As she turned, Angus was there, on her. He could smell her musk, he could taste every desire she had. It was powerful and lust-filled. She was a dynamo of sexual energy, and her surprise heightened his own desire. He kissed her hard, deep, and with unearthly passion. she responded, her own desires fully bloomed inside her. hungry lips hard on his mouth, tasting his subtle flavors, drawing from him a rapaciousness that no mortal could contain. She eased off, teasingly, and smiled herself. "Took you long enough" She slipped through her full lips. "What's your name?"
"Angus MacRae"
"I see, Angus MacRae. And why are you following me?" She kissed him between each word, lightly, her arms around his neck, her mouth moving to his.
"You're interesting, lass. I'd like to see why y'are so strong-willed. For a mortal, you've got something special" Angus whispered. Each sentence whispered into her ear, slowly, with that Scottish brogue. He mouthed her ears, lips on them, then off again, he traced her lobes, heavy with earrings, and he took them in his mouth, tenderly. A nip here, a long, sensual kiss there... it was intoxicating, and it was dripping with heat.
"I'm confident. Isn't that allowed?"
"A'course. But you knew I was there, and tha'ats something"

They kissed. Their hands roamed, and they kissed. It was sybaritism without limit, and it went on... She rolled her hips into his as she backed him against the sink. She felt the gift he held for her, hidden, and she wanted it. She wanted him inside of her, but he would not yield. Angus caressed her, hands under her shirt, inside her pants, he coveted her flesh, her lewdness, and he was loving the grand scale of the tease. 

She dropped to her knees, and kissed his tight belly through his shirt, feeling her own raging furnace of depravity go into overload. She HAD to have this man. Her hungry mouth began to taste the fabric of his pants, to seek out that object of her want. She fell down the dark hole, fueled with a licentious craving for this man, no, this beautiful creature to be inside of her, to fill her, to take her... She wanted to be rent useless and spent by this wonder of passionate debauchery... but he would not yield. he took her bodily, and he stood her up. She writhed and ached, she could not stop touching his skin.  Her pants were visibly soaked, the fragrant, sticky nectar in full view. Her fingers sought out the flesh, and she began to pleasure herself as Angus grinned and watched intently. Her face grew dark and furious. Her hands pressed hard into the seam of her pants, just below the zipper... She trembled and held onto his arm, her face dangerously close to his... and he leaned in as she climaxed, feeling her nerves working in and out of her brain... her heart beating harder and harder... He kissed her wanting mouth slowly as she trembled again. He tasted her, he smelled her, and he wanted her.

Instead, he kissed her lightly, and sucked the sex from her fingers. He held her, close, and let her heartbeat slow. He stared into her beautiful eyes, and Angus fell in love.  He placed his forehead against hers and let her see the universe for a split second. She widened her eyes, and asked without words...

Angus whispered two words into her hot, sensitive ear before he left that room.

"Vampire" 

He kissed her again, lovingly, and leaned close to her neck, his breath hot and thick...his hands on her face, drinking in her beauty...then ...

"Mine"

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