It is with great anticipation that we await Edward's answer. We are counting the seconds off to hear his confirmation. So I am standing with somewhat of a building irritation as the man only stands there with on giant smirk on his face. It has either worked, or he is still living the moment of his kiss with Aurelia. And then…

"My dear Sebastian, I have never seen such a concerned look on that face of yours."

"I beg Edward, tell me what I am?"

"You are by far the most peculiar Vampire that I have seen in my two-hundred seventy-six years."

"If I were not so relieved that you are back, I would have slapped that ugly thing off your face. Now let us go home and bless the one that brings me any further news of trouble that requires my attention. I have grown about two-hundred years of age in the past week."

After we bid our farewell to Aurelia, we make the drive home. Yet, once again, we find ourselves victorious after another battle. I believe we have become quite the team in saving whatever requires the saving. Never have I felt the need to get hands-on, but I do say it does feel somewhat good to accomplish what at the time does seem quite impossible.

Arriving at home does bring much needed relief; my intention is to retire to my room and not to leave it at least for another day. And I do see the same sentiment on my beloved's face. But what I also noticed is that cheeky smile that is starting to rise at the corner of her lips. In such a strange time, I become aware of her arousal.

"My beloved, I do believe that you possess somewhat of a dilemma..."

"Sebastian."

"Yes, my beloved?"

"You shall possess your own dilemma if you wish to continue your sentence."

So it is in awe as I watch her make elegant strides as she ascends the stairs. She moves every curve to perfect precision, her hips rock from side to side, and it peaks my arousal. I have to fight the desire to pull her back and take her right at this very moment. I can so easily push her petite frame into this very wall that is presenting itself at the perfect timing, and that is exactly what I intend on doing.

It is as if an animal is awakened inside of me; my only desire is to feel every inch of her bosom pressed into my hard muscled chest. So I push her back into the very wall behind her. She gasps at my bold move and answers me with a soft moan that comes rolling over her lips. She slowly flicks just enough buttons open to slide that glorious fingers under my tight designer shirt. I shiver as she trails the tips over my rippled abs. Then she slips them between the seems of my pants, my body freezes in anticipation.

I continue to press my leg gently between her own and slight part them; my growing erection is pushing hard into her thighs. My heartbeat is growing faster by the second, my body is burning, and an ever increasing hunger is beginning to devour every part that wishes to please her.

Then in an instant, my lips come crashing against her soft and sweet ones. It feels like an eternity that they have been locked in a passionate kiss. It has been far beyond long that I have savored every part of her. And it is without hesitation that I slide my hands over her thighs and gently lift her legs and wrap them around my waist. And as I slide my hand further up her perfect curves, I let my fingers slide over the very part that I desire the most at this very moment.

"My beloved, did you fail to wear such basic necessity as underwear."

"It is all about easy access, no tell me are you complaining, for I shall go find myself a pair to wear this very moment."

"Then, I shall find a way to turn down my arousal."

"Ya, somehow I do not see that happen."

…Anastasia…

As his face comes down, he lays his lips softly onto my own. His lips are soft, softer than I can remember, but there is a hard desperation behind them, a need. He is clasping my thigh, and as he draws me closer, I arch my body into him; the fire between us twisting and burning, the passion is building, I so want to lose control.

I move my lips against his; I want more, but more of what I cannot say. He pulls me even closer until there is no space left between trembling bodies; his warm fingers are grasping my waist,

I am lost in him, I am lost in his kiss, and all my defenses give way

"Sebastian, we…"

"Ssshhh, Anastasia."

His lips brush against mine. Not innocently, but like a tease, it is burning hot. He tastes like honey and a bit of vanilla; I can smell his spicy cologne. I want to pull away before I lose myself, but I can't; I hardly have a moment to react before he presses his tongue to the seam of my lips, and, at my grant of access, he delves inside my mouth. It is like my senses have l been seduced, and I can no longer think straight. He kisses me, fiery, passionate, and demanding.

"Anastasia."

He softly whispers my name; I smile, my heart flutters at his voice.

His touch sends warm ripples of shock through my body, thinning the air in my lungs. His gaze falls down to my lips, parted and full, waiting to be kissed. In slow motion, he bends toward me, closing his eyes to caress my mouth with his own. A weak gasp escapes me. With a fierce hold, he cups the back of my neck and kisses me deeply, gently; he is possessive in his touch. His fingers twine in my hair, desperate to explore.

And then, all at once, my body melts to his with an answering groan, and he was shocked when her mouth rivaled his with equal demand. Desire licked through him.

And just then, Edward comes walking past us, "You do know that there is a room for such a thing."

Sebastian only but laughs and continues to carry me to the room.

The second we step into the room, he spins around and kicks it shut. I look at him and give him a tiny smile; he knows in an instant that I have other intentions. So he gives completely into my touch as I drive him back into the door with such force that there is a crack. He only but chuckles at me as his lips begin to seek mine, but this is not what I have intended,

He gently leans in and places his soft lips possessively against mine. Without any warning, he presses through the seams of my lips and delves inside. With fierce and passionate strokes, his tongue entwines with mine. My brain lights on fire, and a warmth spreads throughout my entire body. Even if I do not wish to admit it, I am addicted to this man. I cannot bear not to be with him, and I can barely breathe when he is around.

This man in front of me will be my death, but it shall be a death I will happily die if it means that I can have him by my side.

…Sebastian…

She stands on her tiptoes and reaches for my lips; she only but gives me a peck. Her eager fingers move to my shirt, loosen each button painfully slow. She tips her fingers on my chest and starts running them over every toned muscles, drawing a line through every crevice. She draws my groin into her hips and starts laying tiny butterfly kisses on my skin. She slides my shirt off and drops it to the floor. As I reach to take off her dress, she stops me and moves away.

"No touching, Sebastian."

"But my beloved..."

She places her finger on my lips; as her hands go to the seams of my pants, she moves quickly to unzip me. She grabs onto my ass and digs her nails in while slipping my pants over and to the floor.

"Sebastian, why don't you have underwear on?"

"I think it must have slipped my mind."

"Do you want to know what else is going to slip?"

"Not sure, my beloved, but I bet you are going to show me."

She kisses me softly over my rippled abs; my burning erection even grows more firm. I don't know how much longer I can play this game, for I am going to burst if I don't get to have her soon. But, I continue to watch her as she is teasing me. She is so painfully close to where I want her to be. If she can just move one inch down...

"Oh my god, Anastasia!"

She grabs the base of my erection, and I swear I nearly die. As she slips the rest of it into her mouth, a loud roar escapes my lips. I brace myself against the door and lean my head back with my eyes closed. She takes her tongue and, agonizing slowly, trace it from the base to the tip. Her tongue swirls around my tip, over and over again.

My fingers tangle in her hair as she moves in sensual strokes up and down my length. I hear her moan, and she gently sucks, taking me in deeper and deeper with every head nod. I feel the warmth building up in my groin; I am so close to losing control.

"My beloved, you better stop, or I am going to lose control."

She continues to work her mouth and lips up and down my shaft. As the tip of my head hits the back of her throat, she starts to speed up. I grab hold of her head and start to moan. My legs grow weak as I get near to explode.

"Oh god, Anastasia."

In one last attempt to gain control, I throw my head back with a loud thud against the door. But I can no longer keep it in. With one thunderous roar, I let go.

She looks at me, shyly from underneath her lashes.

"So, how did I do?

I smack her ass as she runs off to jump down onto the bed. I wait a few seconds for my legs to work and go make myself comfortable next to her.

She might never realize it, but she gave me the biggest gift that anyone can give...hope...Hope for a future with a woman I know I will dearly love. Yes, our road ahead is going to be very bumpy, but alongside it can be overcome. I just want to spend every minute I can with her locked in my arms where she belongs.

It is like a breath of fresh air has blown through our lives. We are finding each other in so many other ways. I take her face between my hands and look beyond her blue eyes; what lies there is what I am feeling deep in my heart. I have never been so certain about anything in my life before.

"My beloved."

"Yes, Sebastian."

"I love you."