Written In Stone

suggested.
    "Maybe I'll come for supper," he replied, "but right now, I could use a bath and a little sleep."
    "Of course," his mother said. "I've already ordered the bath and it should be ready right about now. I had to guess what time we'd be back, and I did a pretty good job."
    "Thank you, Mother. Father, I'll see you for supper," Gavin said, climbing out of the carriage.
    "You tried to get him to come to the house now? Gav, you are impossible."
    "I wasn't thinking, dear."
    "I'll say you weren't. You could have ruined the whole thing."
    "But I didn't, so everything is fine."
    "Oh, you are impossible! You should be punished!"
    "Mmm, you're right. I should be. So let's go upstairs and you can punish me," he said, patting her behind and nibbling her ear.
    ~ * ~
    Gavin went inside the manor house, surprised to find Harold wasn't there to greet him. Perhaps his mother gave him the day off? "Anybody here?" he called out.
    "Yes, sir," Molly said, coming quickly from the kitchen.
    "Is a bath prepared?"
    "Yes, sir. Your mum ordered it."
    "Are you the only one here?" he asked, taking off his coat and unbuttoning the collar of his shirt.
    "Yes, sir. Your mum gave the rest of the staff the day off and said I should remain until you arrived; then I should go immediately. Is that alright with you, sir?"
    "It's exactly what I had in mind. Have a nice day." He smiled at her as she curtsied, grabbed her things, and made for the door.
    Gavin stepped into the study and poured a large glass of scotch to take upstairs with him. Upon entering his bedroom he set it on the dressing table and began to undress, leaving his clothing strewn across the floor. Picking up the scotch, he took it with him into the next room where the tub full of hot water sat waiting. He stepped into it, waited for his body to adjust to the temperature, and slid down until only his head and the tops of his knees were above water.
    "Ah," he moaned with pleasure and took a drink of the scotch. He set the glass on the side table and leaned back, shutting his eyes. "Just what a man needs; a hot bath, a good scotch, and a soft bed."
    "Do you also need someone to wash your back?" a female voice asked softly.
    Gavin came up out of the tub, splashing water over the sides and slopping it onto the floor as he whirled around. He stared with his mouth hanging open.
    "I was just wondering if you needed your back washed?" she asked again.
    Angie sat in her wheelchair, bare as the day she was born, her chestnut hair hanging over one shoulder, her green eyes sparkling with amusement. She rolled the chair to the tub and reached for him. Gavin came to his feet, water rolling off him. He helped her out of her chair, lifting her into his arms. Gently, he lowered himself back down in the tub, with Angie holding him tight.
    "How?" he whispered.
    "Shh." She quieted him. "We can talk later." She sealed her mouth over his, electricity shooting through them both. In a frenzy of heated passion, the mating was quick and fierce, nearly over before it began.
    "Angie," Gavin whispered, caressing her face. "I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you."
    "Gavin," she began. "I love you. I want you. And I hope you feel the same way about me."
    He nodded. "I love you, too, Angie. I have for all of my life. I just didn't know it was you until I met you."
    "I dreamed of you, Gavin. Dreamed of making love to you, dreamed of…"
    "I know. I dreamed it with you."
    "How could you?"
    "That's a long story, Angie, but I will tell you all of it."
    "First," she kissed him, effectively silencing him. Then she broke the kiss and bit his lip hard, drawing blood. She touched her finger to it, holding it up as his blood covered the tip. She looked into his eyes and sucked his blood from her finger. "Now," she said, "we'll be together forever."
    Gavin gathered her to him and kissed her passionately, his hands roaming over her body, and finding her breasts. Her hand wrapped around his cock, massaging it until rock hard. Gavin kissed her mouth, moved over her face, kissing her eyes, nose, and forehead, and then moved over her jaw line and down her throat. He found the sweet spot of silky skin where her throat curved into her shoulder. His fangs were already down, and he sank them into her flesh.
    Angie's body tensed in his arms and she moaned loudly as he held her firmly and began to suck. As he drank her blood, he listened to her heartbeat. When he heard it begin to slow he pulled back, pausing to look at her