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me。　I　sat　up　in　the　tub　and　started　scrubbing。　The　soap　smelled　like　gardenia。　The　shampoos　smelled　like　herbs。　Trust　Jean…Claude　not　to　buy　a　name　brand　from　the　grocery　store。
　I　washed　my　hair　twice；　sinking　under　the　water　and　ing　up　for　air。　I　was　scrubbed　and　virtuous；　or　at　least　clean。　The　mirrors　had　cleared　and　I　had　only　myself　to　stare　at。　I'd　washed　off　all　the　careful　makeup。　I　smoothed　my　thick；　black　hair　back　from　my　face。　My　eyes　were　enormous　and　nearly　black。　My　skin　so　pale；　it　was　almost　white。　I　looked　shocked；　ethereal；　unreal。
　There　was　a　soft　knock　on　the　door。　〃Ma　petite；　may　I　e　in？〃
　I　glanced　down　at　myself。　The　bubbles　were　still　holding。　I　drew　a　pile　of　them　a　little　closer　to　my　chest　and　said；　〃e　in。〃　It　took　a　lot　of　effort　not　to　hunch　down　in　the　water。　I　sat　up　straight；　trusting　in　the　bubbles。　Besides；　I　would　not　huddle。　So　I　was　naked　in　a　tub　of　bubble　bath。　So　what。　No　one　can　embarrass　you　unless　you　let　them。
　Jean…Claude　came　in　with　two　thick；　red　towels。　He　closed　the　door　behind　him　with　a　small　smile。　〃We　wouldn't　want　to　let　the　hot　air　out。〃
　I　narrowed　my　eyes　but　said；　〃I　guess　not。〃
　〃Where　do　you　want　the　towels？　Here？〃　He　started　to　lay　them　on　the　vanity。
　〃I　can't　reach　them　there；〃　I　said。
　〃Here？〃　He　laid　them　on　top　of　the　stool。　He　stood　there；　staring　down　at　me；　still　wearing　nothing　but　the　black　jeans。　His　feet　were　startlingly　pale　against　the　black　carpet。
　〃Still　too　far　away。〃
　He　sat　down　on　the　edge　of　the　tub；　placing　the　towels　on　the　floor。　He　stared　down　at　me　as　if　he　could　will　the　bubbles　away。　〃Is　this　close　enough？〃
　〃Maybe　a　little　too　close；〃　I　said。
　He　trailed　fingertips　over　the　bubbles　at　the　edge　of　the　tub。　〃Do　you　feel　better　now；　ma　petite？〃
　〃I　said　no　sexual　innuendo；　remember。〃
　〃As　I　remember；　you　said　no　sexual　innuendo　until　after　you　were　clean。〃　He　smiled　at　me。　〃You're　clean。〃
　I　sighed。　〃Trust　you　to　be　literal。〃
　He　trailed　his　fingers　in　the　water。　He　turned　his　shoulder　enough　that　I　could　see　the　whip　scars　on　his　back。　They　were　slick　and　white；　and　I　suddenly　had　an　urge　to　trace　them　with　my　fingers。
　He　turned　back　to　face　me。　He　wiped　his　wet　fingers　across　his　chest；　trailing　shining　lines　of　moisture　across　the　flat　slickness　of　the　burn　scar；　down　along　his　belly。　His　fingers　played　with　the　line　of　dark　hair　that　vanished　into　his　pants。
　I　closed　my　eyes　and　let　out　a　sigh。
　〃What　is　the　matter；　ma　petite？〃　I　felt　him　leaning　over　me。　〃Are　you　faint？〃
　I　opened　my　eyes。　He　had　leaned　his　entire　upper　body　across　the　tub；　right　arm　on　the　far　rim；　the　left　near　my　shoulder。　His　hip　was　so　far　over　the　water　that　if　I'd　touched　his　chest；　he'd　have　fallen　in。
　〃I　don't　faint；〃　I　said。
　His　face　leaned　down　over　mine。　〃So　glad　to　hear　it。〃　He　kissed　me　lightly；　a　brush　of　lips；　but　even　that　small　movement　made　my　stomach　jerk。
　I　gasped　and　pushed　him　away。　He　fell　into　the　tub；　going　pletely　under；　only　his　feet　sticking　out。　He　landed　on　my　naked　body；　and　I　screamed。
　He　came　up　for　air；　his　long；　black　hair　streaming　around　his　face；　across　his　shoulders。　He　looked　as　surprised　as　I'd　ever　seen　him。　He　crawled　off　me；　mainly　because　I　was　shoving　at　him。　He　struggled　to　his　feet。　Water　streamed　down　his　body。　He　stared　down　at　me。　I　was　huddled　against　the　side；　staring　up　at　him；　pissed。
　He　shook　his　head　and　laughed。　The　sound　filled　the　room；　played　along　my　skin　like　a　hand。　〃I　have　been　a　lady's　man　for　nearly　three　hundred　years；　Anita。　Why　is　it　only　with　you　that　I　am　awkward？〃
　〃Maybe　it's　a　hint；〃　I　said。
　〃Perhaps。〃
　I　stared　up　at　him。　He　stood　there；　knee　deep　in　bubble　bath。　He　was　soaking　wet　and　should　have　been　ridiculous；　but　he　wasn't。　He　was　beautiful。
　〃How　can　you　be　so　damn　beautiful　when　I　know　what　you　are？〃
　He　knelt　in　the　water。　The　bubbles　covered　his　waist；　so　he　looked　naked。　Water　trailed　down　his　chest　in　fine　beads。　I　wanted　to　run　my　hands　over　him。　I　wanted　to　lick　the　water　off　his　skin。　I　drew　my　legs　to　my　chest　and　locked　my　arms　around　them；　not　trusting　myself。
　He　moved　towards　me。　The　water　sloshed　and　curled　around　my　naked　body。　He　stayed　kneeling；　so　close　that　his　jeans　brushed　my　huddled　legs。　The　feel　of　him　in　the　water；　that　close；　made　me　hide　my　face　against　my　knees。　The　pounding　of　my　heart　gave　me　away。　I　knew　he　could　taste　my　need　on　the　air。
　〃Tell　me　to　go；　ma　petite；　and　I　will　go。〃　I　felt　him　lean　over　me；　his　face　just　above　my　wet　hair。
　Slowly；　I　raised　my　face。
　He　placed　a　hand　on　the　tub　edge；　one　arm　on　either　side　of　me；　bringing　his　chest　dangerously　close　to　my　face。　I　watched　the　water　bead　on　his　skin；　the　way　that　he　sometimes　watched　blood　on　mine：　a　need　almost　too　overwhelming　to　deny；　an　urge　so　plete　that　I　didn't　want　to　say　no。
　I　unclenched　my　arms　from　my　knees　and　leaned　forward。　I　whispered；　〃Don't　go。〃　I　touched　hands　to　his　waist；　tentative；　as　if　it　should　burn；　but　his　skin　was　cool　under　the　slickness　of　water。　Cool　and　smooth　to　the　touch。　I　glanced　up　at　his　face　and　knew　that　there　was　something　close　to　fear　on　my　own　face。
　His　face　was　lovely；　and　uncertain；　as　if　he　didn't　know　what　to　do　next。　It　was　a　look　I　never　thought　to　see　on　Jean…Claude's　face　when　I　was　naked　in　his　arms。
　I　kept　my　eyes　on　his　face　as　I　moved　my　mouth　towards　his　stomach。　I　ran　my　tongue　over　his　skin；　a　quick；　tentative　movement。
　He　sighed；　eyes　fluttering　shut；　body　almost　sagging。　I　pressed　my　mouth　against　his　skin；　drinking　the　water　off　of　him。　I　couldn't　reach　his　chest。　I　moved　to　my　knees；　hands　steadying　me　against　his　slender　waist。
　The　air　was　cool　against　my　naked　breasts。　Kneeling　had　bared　them。　I　froze；　suddenly　unsure。　I　wanted　desperately　to　see　his　face　and　was　afraid　to　look　up。
　His　fingertips　brushed　my　shoulders；　sliding　down　the　wet　skin。　I　shivered　and　glanced　up。　The　look　on　his　face　caught　my　breath　in　my　throat。　Tenderness；　need；　amazement。
　〃You　are　so　beautiful；　ma　petite。〃　He　put　his　fingertips　to　my　lips　before　I　could　protest。　〃You　are　beautiful。　On　this　I　do　not　lie。〃
　His　fingers　moved　across　my　lips；　down　my　chin。　He　slid　his　hands　to　my　shoulders；　down　my　back；　in　slow；　teasing　lines。　His　hands　stopped　on　either　side　of　my　waist；　mirroring　my　hands　on　his　own　waist。
　〃Now　what？〃　My　voice　was　a　little　breathless。
　〃Whatever　you　like；　ma　petite。〃
　I　massaged　my　hands　against　his　waist；　feeling　the　flesh　underneath；　feeling　him　under　my　hands。　I　spread　my　hands　wide；　splaying　my　fingers　tense　against　his　skin；　dragging　my　hands　up　his　ribs。
　He　kneaded　his　fingers　into　my　waist；　pressing　his　hands　against　my　ribs。　He　inched　his　hands　upward　along　my　sides。　Strong　fingers　pressed　into　my　skin　just　enough　to　make　me　sigh。　He　stopped　with　his　thumbs　below　my　breasts。　His　touch　was　feather　light；　almost　not　touching　at　all。　But　that　one　small　brush　of　his　skin　against　my　breasts　made　my　body　react；　tightening；　nipples　hardening。　My　body　wanted　him。　Wanted　him　so　badly　that　my　skin　felt　large　and　aching　with　the　thought　of　it。
　My　own　hands　were　pressed　against　his　chest。　I　realized　that　he　was　still　mirroring　me；　waiting　for　me　to　move。
　I　stared　up　into　his　face。　I　searched　that　beauty；　those　dark　eyes。　There　was　no　pull　to　them；　no　power；　except　the　thick　black　line　of　his　lashes；　and　the　rich　color　like　the　sky　just　before　darkness　swallows　the　world　when　you　think　all　is　black；　but　there　in　the　west　is　a　shade　of　blue；　dark　and　rich　as　ink。　Beauty　had　its　own　power。
　I　slid　my　hands　up　his　chest；　fingers　brushing　across　his　nipples。　I　stared　at　his　face　while　I　did　it；　heart　pounding　in　my　throat；　breath　ing　too　fast。
　His　hands　slid　upward；　cupping　my　breasts。　The　touch　of　his　hands　made　me　gasp。　He　scooted　lower　in　the　water；　still　touching　me。　He　bent　over　my　breasts　and　laid　a　gentle　kiss　on　them。　He　licked　the　water　off　my　skin；　lips　working　gently。
　I　shuddered　and　had　to　steady　myself　on　his　bare　shoulders。　All　I　could　see　was　his　long；　dark　hair　bent　over　me。　I　caught　sight　of　us　in　the　mirrors。　I　watched　his　mouth　close　over　my　breast；　felt　him　take　me　into　his　mouth　as　far　as　he　could。　Fangs　pressed　against　my　breast。　For　a　second　I　thought　they　would　sink　into　my　flesh；　draw　blood　in　a　fine　hot　line；　but　he　drew　back。　He　dropped　to　all　fours　in　the　water；　which　made　me　taller；　allowed　me　to　look　down　into　his　face。
　There　was　no　uncertainty　in　his　face　now。　His　eyes　were　still　lovely；　still　human；　but　there　was　a　knowledge　in　them　now；　a　growing　darkness。　Sex；　for　want　of　a　better　word；　but　that　look　in　a　man's　eyes　is　too　primitive　for　vocabulary。　It's　the　darkness　we　all　have　inside　of　us；　peeking　out。　That　part　of　us　that　we　trap　in　our　dreams　and　deny　in　daylight　hours。　He　stayed　crouched　in　the　water　with　that　feral　light　in　his　eyes；　and　I　went　to　him。
　I　kissed　him；　light；　a　brush　of　lips。　I　flicked　my　tongue　along　his　lips　and　he　opened　his　mouth　for　me。　I　cupped　his　face　between　my　hands　and　kissed　him；　tasted　him；　explored　him。
　He　came　up　out　of　the　water　with　a　sound　between　a　moan　and　a　cry。　His　arms　locked　behind　my　back　and　he　rolled　us　in　the　water　like　a　shark。　We　came　up　gasping。　He　pushed　away　from　me　to　lean　against　the　far　edge　of　the　tub。　I　was　breathing　so　hard　I　was　trembling。　My　pulse　thudded　at　the　back　of　my　throat。　I　could　taste　it　on　my　tongue；　almost　roll　the　beating　pulse　in　my　mouth　like　candy。　I　realized　it　wasn't　just　my　heart　I　was　hearing。　It　was　Jean…Claude's。
　I　could　see　the　pulse　in　his　neck　like　something　alive　and　separate；　but　it　wasn't　only　my　eyes　that　could　see　it。　I　could　feel　it　like　it　was　my　own。　I　had　never　been　so　aware　of　the　blood　coursing　through　my　body。　The　pulsing　warmth　of　my　own　skin。　The　thick　pumping　of　my　heart。　My　life　thundering　inside　me。　Jean…Claude's　body　pulsed　in　time　to　mine。　It　was　like　he　was　riding　my　pulse；　my　blood。　I　felt　his　need；　and　it　wasn't　just　sex；　but　for　the　first　rime；　I　understood　it　wasn't　just　the　blood；　either。　It　was　all　of　me。　He　wanted　to　warm　himself　in　my　body；　like　holding　hands　to　a　flame；　gathering　my　warmth；　my　life；　to　him。　I　felt　his　stillness；　a　depth　of　quiet　that　nothing　living　could　touch；