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Awakenings
11. Awakenings
Kathryn opened her eyes, or thought she did. The pitch darkness that surrounded her wasn't altered, no matter if her eyes felt open or closed. As her awareness of her own body grew, she could tell that she was naked except for the silky sheet that she was wrapped in. Kathryn sat up quickly, her mind not yet awake. She reached out, feeling for something, anything other than herself and the field of silk. Her hands met empty air and her breaths came in sharp gasps. Her movements grew more frantic.
“Kathryn?” His voice was gravelly from sleep.
“Lucien?” Her voice sounded tremulous to her own ears but she remembered now where she was. She reached out to the direction of his voice. His hand closed around her wrist and guided her back to his arms again. Kathryn trembled a little and pressed close, taking comfort from the cool sensation of his skin.
“What's wrong?” He sounded more awake now. His arms closed over her and Kathryn felt safe and engulfed.
“Nothing I guess. I woke up and it was so dark I didn't know where I was for a minute. I just got a little scared.” She relaxed.
“Did you need or want anything?” He kissed the top of her head softly.
“Kind of,” She squirmed a little, she felt herself blushing. “I'm not sure if I can find the bathroom in the complete dark.”
“Ah yes.” He put the light on and Kathryn sat up, considering if there were any convenient articles of clothing or if she should just wrap up in the comforter.
“Anything wrong?” His smile was knowing and just a little amused. Thankfully she spotted the top half of his lounging pajamas discarded at the foot of the bed. She grabbed it and quickly wrapped it around herself like a robe as she slid out of bed.
“No.” She smiled and hurried out of the room.
Logically, she knew that it didn't make much sense to be shy about him seeing her now. Logic didn't keep her knees from shaking at the thought of those intense blue eyes watching her every curve as she crossed the room. She knew she was fit and nicely put together, but there were times he could make her feel naked when she was fully clothed. She was sure that time would ease her fear of his appraisals. That was something that surprised her groggy mind, the certainty of the time needed for that shift to happen.
When she got back into the bedroom Kathryn realized that she was alone. She collected her clothes and brought them to her side of the bed before slipping under the covers again with his shirt still wrapped around her. Less than a minute later he returned to the room again. Kathryn wasn't one to stare usually, but she hadn't expected him to be naked either. She was sure that her blush was as deep as the merlot of the sheets when she turned away. He laughed softly and pulled her close again.
“Are you cold?” He asked, fingering the collar of the garment.
“No, I just thought that it might be easier than searching for something to walk to the shower in later.” She was still blushing, but his closeness was making her relax again.
“Maybe you didn't notice, I have only the tub. If you're not cold though, this seems rather extraneous, don't you think?” He slipped his fingers inside the wide neckline and slipped it over first one of her shoulders and then the other. Kathryn knew that he would get his way and she did have the covers now. She found she couldn't say anything, but she sat up and put her back to him, slipping it off the rest of the way. He took it from her hand and deposited it out of her reach before gathering her back into his arms.
“Much better.” He murmured softly, turning the lights out again. He stroked her bare hip before he fell asleep again.
Kathryn lay drifting between sleep and wakefulness on his shoulder. She didn't think of herself as a prude or a person who was naïve about anatomy, female or male. Between the Internet, biology classes, and art museums she doubted that anyone could be completely unaware of the appearance of the opposite sex. What was keeping Kathryn's mind spinning was his size, or the way she perceived his size.
She had been surprised, she told herself. When she was barefoot he was a foot taller than she was and she didn't even want to venture a guess about how much he outweighed her by. She had just let her surprise and her half-sleeping imagination take over. He shifted slightly and Kathryn turned her back to his chest again. She sighed softly and nodded off again.
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LaCroix woke before she did. He could tell that it was just after sunset, and he could see the outline of her soft curves next to him in the darkness. Her wonderful scent surrounded him, sharpening his hunger. He left her carefully, listening for any change in her breathing or other sign of her waking. When he was satisfied that she was sleeping soundly he went to the small kitchen and drained three large glasses in rapid succession and then took a fourth more slowly. He listened for any sign of movement from the bedroom but heard nothing. He knew that she had been awake longer than he had the second time, though what had kept her awake was not apparent. He would have to ask if the darkness bothered her. To him it wasn't complete, but to mortal eyes it might be disorienting.
LaCroix lingered over the last few swallows, feeling sated enough to be as careful as he would have to be with her. With the small taste he had last night he knew that it would be very easy to get carried away in that rich, complex blood of hers and he was not ready to bring her across yet. He lingered also because he knew that he was going to hurt her, and even though he knew it couldn't be helped he felt an edge of guilt about it. Her body would learn to accept his, the fact that she seemed very petite everywhere might make that a longer process than usual, but it would happen. He washed the glass and dried it with a soft towel. He listened again and found her still deeply sleeping.
He smiled and slipped into bed next to her again, enjoying the way she curled up against him.
Kathryn opened her eyes, or thought she did. The pitch darkness that surrounded her wasn't altered, no matter if her eyes felt open or closed. As her awareness of her own body grew, she could tell that she was naked except for the silky sheet that she was wrapped in. Kathryn sat up quickly, her mind not yet awake. She reached out, feeling for something, anything other than herself and the field of silk. Her hands met empty air and her breaths came in sharp gasps. Her movements grew more frantic.
“Kathryn?” His voice was gravelly from sleep.
“Lucien?” Her voice sounded tremulous to her own ears but she remembered now where she was. She reached out to the direction of his voice. His hand closed around her wrist and guided her back to his arms again. Kathryn trembled a little and pressed close, taking comfort from the cool sensation of his skin.
“What's wrong?” He sounded more awake now. His arms closed over her and Kathryn felt safe and engulfed.
“Nothing I guess. I woke up and it was so dark I didn't know where I was for a minute. I just got a little scared.” She relaxed.
“Did you need or want anything?” He kissed the top of her head softly.
“Kind of,” She squirmed a little, she felt herself blushing. “I'm not sure if I can find the bathroom in the complete dark.”
“Ah yes.” He put the light on and Kathryn sat up, considering if there were any convenient articles of clothing or if she should just wrap up in the comforter.
“Anything wrong?” His smile was knowing and just a little amused. Thankfully she spotted the top half of his lounging pajamas discarded at the foot of the bed. She grabbed it and quickly wrapped it around herself like a robe as she slid out of bed.
“No.” She smiled and hurried out of the room.
Logically, she knew that it didn't make much sense to be shy about him seeing her now. Logic didn't keep her knees from shaking at the thought of those intense blue eyes watching her every curve as she crossed the room. She knew she was fit and nicely put together, but there were times he could make her feel naked when she was fully clothed. She was sure that time would ease her fear of his appraisals. That was something that surprised her groggy mind, the certainty of the time needed for that shift to happen.
When she got back into the bedroom Kathryn realized that she was alone. She collected her clothes and brought them to her side of the bed before slipping under the covers again with his shirt still wrapped around her. Less than a minute later he returned to the room again. Kathryn wasn't one to stare usually, but she hadn't expected him to be naked either. She was sure that her blush was as deep as the merlot of the sheets when she turned away. He laughed softly and pulled her close again.
“Are you cold?” He asked, fingering the collar of the garment.
“No, I just thought that it might be easier than searching for something to walk to the shower in later.” She was still blushing, but his closeness was making her relax again.
“Maybe you didn't notice, I have only the tub. If you're not cold though, this seems rather extraneous, don't you think?” He slipped his fingers inside the wide neckline and slipped it over first one of her shoulders and then the other. Kathryn knew that he would get his way and she did have the covers now. She found she couldn't say anything, but she sat up and put her back to him, slipping it off the rest of the way. He took it from her hand and deposited it out of her reach before gathering her back into his arms.
“Much better.” He murmured softly, turning the lights out again. He stroked her bare hip before he fell asleep again.
Kathryn lay drifting between sleep and wakefulness on his shoulder. She didn't think of herself as a prude or a person who was naïve about anatomy, female or male. Between the Internet, biology classes, and art museums she doubted that anyone could be completely unaware of the appearance of the opposite sex. What was keeping Kathryn's mind spinning was his size, or the way she perceived his size.
She had been surprised, she told herself. When she was barefoot he was a foot taller than she was and she didn't even want to venture a guess about how much he outweighed her by. She had just let her surprise and her half-sleeping imagination take over. He shifted slightly and Kathryn turned her back to his chest again. She sighed softly and nodded off again.
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LaCroix woke before she did. He could tell that it was just after sunset, and he could see the outline of her soft curves next to him in the darkness. Her wonderful scent surrounded him, sharpening his hunger. He left her carefully, listening for any change in her breathing or other sign of her waking. When he was satisfied that she was sleeping soundly he went to the small kitchen and drained three large glasses in rapid succession and then took a fourth more slowly. He listened for any sign of movement from the bedroom but heard nothing. He knew that she had been awake longer than he had the second time, though what had kept her awake was not apparent. He would have to ask if the darkness bothered her. To him it wasn't complete, but to mortal eyes it might be disorienting.
LaCroix lingered over the last few swallows, feeling sated enough to be as careful as he would have to be with her. With the small taste he had last night he knew that it would be very easy to get carried away in that rich, complex blood of hers and he was not ready to bring her across yet. He lingered also because he knew that he was going to hurt her, and even though he knew it couldn't be helped he felt an edge of guilt about it. Her body would learn to accept his, the fact that she seemed very petite everywhere might make that a longer process than usual, but it would happen. He washed the glass and dried it with a soft towel. He listened again and found her still deeply sleeping.
He smiled and slipped into bed next to her again, enjoying the way she curled up against him.