Sleeping in Vampire Kingdom

Now may we take our leave? Elliot nearly shouted at Victor. I never saw him this cold to anyone. He was never this cold to me. Before Victor even opened his mouth, I was already on my feet being dragged away by Elliot. Up the stairs we went, back into Elliot's bedroom. He shoved me down on the bed. His eyes flicked from green to red. Why did you do that?! He shouted. We both wanted to leave there, I did what I had to. It's not the first time you drank my blood. How do you think these vampires are gonna react when they find out a werewolf is giving his blood to a vampire. You told them first! I retorted. I had no choice, but once they smelt your blood, I could basically feel their possessive intentions.

Okay, sorry, I shouldn't have forced you. I said. After a while of silence. Elliot was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands. I pulled him into an embrace. I'm sorry, don't stay mad okay? It's gonna be okay, I can stand my ground. I said. My arms hung down his neck, my chest on his head. His mint and forest smell was like a drug I'm addicted to.

Summer, I might attack you if you hold me. He mumbled into his hands. It's okay if you do, I trust you. I said as I smiled.

Creak...

Before I knew it, Elliot was on top of me, pressing my arms above my head. What are you doing? I asked confused and a little scared. I told you not to hold me, now you have to help me with... He grabbed my right hand and led it to somewhere below us. It was hard and wet. I pulled my hand away realizing he was hard. Why is it my problem? I didn't make you hard! I retorted as a blush crept on my face. Elliot leaned down and whispered into my ear. Your so naive, I'll like you, that's why I'm hard.

I paused hearing this, then a huge blush covered my face. I... we.... guys... can't... I couldn't even say anything right! Elliot's red eyes were watching my every move. Do you like me? He asked, I could tell he was worried. I... don't know. Was all I could answer him with. How... do I... know? He thought for a while about my question and said. Do you like this? He said. Like wh- He kissed me. My first kiss. And it was a good kiss. I liked it. Even though the kiss felt like it lasted a few minutes, it was only seconds. His soft lips pulled away from mine. Did you like it? His voice came out almost like a whisper, it was laced with concern.

I... I did. I admitted to him. He smiled. Do you want to do it again? I could feel his happiness radiating off of him. O-okay. I said. This kiss was different from the last one. It was filled with passion, happiness, and lasted way longer. When we both ran out of breath, he pulled apart from me.