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Yours, Mine, and Ours or The Van Helsing Stake	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The hours pass by in excruciating slowness, filled with blinding pain. I find myself passing in and out of consciousness on Ryan’s lap, overcome with the endless stabbing ache coming from my broken leg. Billy Ray didn’t have an air conditioner here in the trailer either, so we’re sweaty, sticky, and coated in vampire blood from Billy Ray’s True Death.
          Ryan told me that he loves me. It rings through my brain when the pain isn’t getting in the way. I sincerely don’t think that I’m going to make it. At least I’m dying in Ryan’s arms. I’m so scared for him. I hope he isn’t paralyzed for the rest of his life. He deserves all the happiness in the world. God, I love him. And I’m glad that he knows it, too. If I’m going to die, I can at least take comfort in that. I love him and he loves me.
          The sun sets and the room becomes bathed in darkness. I feel my consciousness slipping away again.
          “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” I hear Pam drawl from far away, “I’m takin’ the fire crotch.”
          “The hell you are.” Eric’s voice wafts in the darkness.
          “You know she’s my favorite, Eric.”
          “As your maker, I command you to heal the Puppy.” Eric says sternly, followed by a groan from Pam.
          “Al-fuckin-right, then.” She grumbles.
          I feel a slightly cold bit of flesh against my lips and taste salty copper. “Drink, Goddess.” Eric coos at me, “Easy does it. This will make you better.” I feel the throbbing pain slip away and my bones become whole as I suck the healing fluid from his wrist. My vision sharpens and I see Pam feeding Ryan her blood from her wrist. He looks like a nursing infant. Waves of tingly bliss wash over me and I grasp Eric’s wrist with all my strength and suck harder. Oh, I feel so amazing right now. Has the world always smelled this good? He allows this for a few more beats before roughly pushing me away, “I think you’ve had enough.” Eric laughs at me.
          Ryan grasps at Pam’s wrist desperately, his eyes squeezed shut in his effort to suck at her blood. She pulls her wrist away in a sharp but nonchalant fashion, “You’re good now too, Puppy.” Comes her ever present frosty drawl.
          Ryan and I both stand in amazement. I feel, just, incredible. And the world is so beautiful. And *he* is so beautiful. We hug each other, laughing in our relief. We’re okay! Hell, I’m better than okay. I’m fucking flying. I kiss him firmly on the mouth, “You can walk!” I exude with joy.
          Ryan embraces me again, “And your leg’s okay!” he exclaims, “How?”
          “Healing blood. Another vampire secret.” Eric says to us, putting a finger to his lips and smiling, “I’m taking it from your appearance that Billy Ray is no more?”
          “Micki got him with a wooden bullet.” Ryan says, holding me closer.
          “Taken out by the Goddess?” Eric arches an impressed eyebrow, “Nice.”
          Pam reaches in to the Confederate flag coffin and pulls out a wooden stake, “I believe y’all were looking for this.” She says coolly, placing it in my right fist, “You should probably put that somewhere safe, Sugar.”
          I nod, smiling, and lean in a little closer into Ryan’s hold. My sweet Jesus, he smells phenomenal. Has he always smelled this good? And the world…everything is enhanced with this light that seems to swim and glimmer.
          “It seems that we should get you two to a shower.” Eric states, “You’re both too pretty to have to be covered in Billy Ray blood. Ryan, give me the keys. I’m driving.”
          “I bet you two are high as fuck right now.” Pam chuckles as Ryan digs in his pocket for the keys to the Buick and hands them to Eric.
          Is that what this is? Whatever it is, it’s brilliance. I am so in love with life right now. We head back to the room in a daze, entranced by the passing lights on the drive there. I snuggle next to Ryan in the backseat and breathe in his magnificent scent. He takes my hand and our fingers lace together, feeling like completion. Yes. This just feels so *right*.
          Pam glances back at us, “Oh, that’s right, y’all are kissing cousins. Elvis did a whole movie about that shit.” She says in a tone that smacks of boredom.
          Eric smirks at us in the rearview mirror, “It’s cute, Pam.”
          “So cute I’m gonna puke.” Pam says snidely as we pull back into the parking lot of the hotel.
Ryan and I practically bound out of the backseat. I just feel so…joyous. Eric and Pam, again with their super speed, beat Ryan and I to the door of the room. Ryan lets us all in, grinning from ear to ear. We immediately begin stripping. What do we have to be ashamed of? We’re *beautiful*. Everything is beautiful.
Eric leads us to the bathroom, “Shower, you two. Whatever else you do is entirely up to you.” He turns the shower on, tests the water to make sure it’s perfect, removing his hand when satisfied, and eyeing us up and down. We are now entirely naked. “Pam and I will be outside. Have fun.”
Then he’s out of the bathroom in a blur. The door slams.
Ryan and I jump in under the water spray, which feels exceptionally good. Oh, water is nice. Ooh, soap! Soap is even better; it feels so slippery and cool. Ryan and I look at each other giggling as we lather up the little bars of soap in our hands. I lean my hair back under the spray and the water runs in a crimson stream down my body.
“That looks so awesome.” Ryan laughs in amazement, “Jesus, you *are* a Goddess. Eric is dead on.” He tells me.
“Even covered in vampire blood you are heartrendingly adorable.” I compliment back, “Do you feel as amazing as I do right now?” I laugh, smoothing sudsy lather on my arms and torso.
He mimics my movements on his own body, “I think so. This is the best I’ve ever felt in my entire life! And the world is so goddamned beautiful!”
“I feel that too!” I smile so hard I feel like my face could split. The water spray is creating rainbows around his head, and I am struck once again by his beauty. I take my soapy hands and move them across his face, suds turning pink as I clean the blood away.
“Oh, that feels nice.” Ryan smiles, once again mimicking my movements and giving me the same treatment. Oh, heavens, this soap feels so wonderful. And when the water washes it off, it feels even better.
We lather up our hands and begin a cleaning exploration of each other’s bodies. I love the way his hands feel. And his body feels delightful too. We finally reach our feet in a race to the bottom, shaking with joyous laughter. Who knew a shower could be so much fun?
“Time to wash our hair.” Ryan laughs, grabbing the shampoo bottle.
I snag it from him, “Ooh, let me go first.” I plead between giggles.
“It’s probably best.” He relents, “You have way more hair than I do.”
I snort, squeezing the shampoo into the palm of my hand, “Okay, Master of the Obvious, lean back and get your hair wet.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Ryan laughs, giving me a mock salute. The water runs red down his back as he leans his head into the spray. Sufficiently soaked, I begin to massage the shampoo into his scalp, using my thumb in pressing circles on his skull. His moan is delicious.
“Feel good?” I laugh, leaning my own head into the spray as I scrub at his hair.
“Oh yeah. I can’t wait to do this to you.” He moans, “It’s going to be so much fun.”
Hmmm. That was a really nice feeling down there. I work his lathered hair into peaks and giggle as I give him a munchkin ‘do. Man, he’s gorgeous. I just fucking *love* him. I kiss his nose, “Time to rinse.” I smile at him.
He picks up the shampoo bottle from where I had set it on the towel bar and leans his head back into the water, running light pink down his shoulders and chest. Suds satisfactorily rinsed, he squeezes a big dollop of shampoo in his hand and grins broadly, “Yay, my turn.”
I laugh and lean my head back into the water, re-soaking my tresses in preparation. Ryan and I shift positions again, his hands go in my hair, and…
Oh holy fuck, this is the best feeling ever. I moan in delight, “Oh yes, this is perfect.”
“I knew this was gonna be fun.” Ryan chuckles as light pink suds land on my shoulders, “I’ve always wanted to do this.”
“Really?” I laugh in astonishment, “If only I had known.” I feel like purring, this is so good. His fingers massage at my temples and my head leans a bit into his hands as he works the lather into every strand. Ryan’s touch is so loving. If I wasn’t so joyous right now I would cry. As it is though…yep, I’m actually purring. God this is delicious. This continues for a few blissful minutes until I feel his lips near my ear, “I hate to say it, but it’s time to rinse.”
I shift positions with him, pouting, “Okay. But we must do this again.” I yield. Oh, damn, the water feels nice. It bathes the top of my head and down my body with its warmth. Yummy.
“Micki, you are just achingly *gorgeous* right now.” Ryan awes at me.
I step a little out of the spray and look at him standing before me. His eyes are deep brown pools of wonder and they shine at me. “God, I love you.” I breathe out, reaching out and pulling him toward me. Our bodies align in an enticing way that feels just splendid.
“And I love you.” Ryan smiles as his lips touch mine. Our kiss is slow, easy, and utterly decadent. And my lord, he smells phenomenal. There’s an undercurrent under the soapy fresh smell that’s driving me crazy. It’s a succulent musky-masculine scent. My hands roam the plane of his wet chest, spreading water droplets around until they soak into his skin as we continue to just enjoy kissing each other. His skin feels warm under my fingertips, and delightfully smooth, too.
Oh, I just fucking love this. I love life. I love everything.
“The water’s going to get cold soon.” Ryan says into my lips, “I think we’re both sufficiently springtime fresh.”
I feel slightly bereft as he turns off the water behind me, lamenting the loss of that soothing warmth. The bathroom is pretty steamy as we exit the shower. I wrap my hair in a towel, bending over to do so, and Ryan playfully smacks my ass.
“Ryan!” I laugh.
“Sorry, I just had too.” He laughs, toweling off his head and working downward.
Turban successfully twisted, I advance toward him and press my body into his, murmuring, “Mmm, you just feel so brilliant.” My arms circle his neck and I draw his smiling head toward mine for another kiss. His towel drops to the floor as his arms grasp my back, pressing me further into him, his erection prodding my abdomen as our mouths blissfully explore each other. Ryan’s kisses are as beautiful as he is. Oh, and he feels just wonderful. And smells so goddamned good I really could just eat him up. He pushes me backward until my back is up against the wall, our mouths breaking contact as his lips travel southward down my neck and chest. I suck in a large breath when his mouth closes around the nipple of my left breast. That feels explosively good. I feel just a-fuckin-mazing right now.
“Goddamn, you’re so soft.” Ryan croons as he kisses his way to the other breast. I can’t respond. All I can do is feel. The world is still glistening and swimming. It’s a gorgeous world that’s inhabited by this adorable, beautiful man who’s doing these stunningly wonderful things to my body. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone more than I want you.” Ryan continues as I remain stunned speechless with exquisite sensation. I try valiantly to regain my speech, but he’s suckling again and my lower half has started shooting cannons off. After a few delirious minutes of this, he begins kissing his way back up my neck again, and I find my voice.
“I’m yours, Ryan.” I tell him shakily, still smiling because the world is a glorious place. His mouth closes over mine as he lifts me slightly against the wall, his manhood entering my center. Good fucking what, he’s just a five-star cuisine, that’s what he is. The best vintage of wine on the menu. Oh, oh, oh my god, he’s just fucking decadent. He begins moving and I think I might lose my mind. All of my senses are heightened right now and this is just achingly stunning. Rainbows hang in prisms around the condensation of the light fixture directly in front of me as Ryan pounds me forcefully into the wall and I just marvel at the beauty of the universe, the beauty of him, the beauty of this wonderful act.
When the swells of my orgasm begin, I cry out with the sensation. It’s otherworldly. I have *never* felt this good before. And it’s been a night of amazing feeling. But this…nothing compares to this. Ryan shoves harder and muffles a yell into our kiss as I shake all around him. Delightful shivers of pleasure race up and down my body. Oh my god, life is beautiful. I *love* life. And I love him. So dearly. He starts shuddering along with me, thrusting a few more times before slowing gradually down to a stop. He kisses my forehead, slipping out of me, placing an arm behind me on the wall and bracing his body against it in an effort to keep standing. I know if his other arm wasn’t firmly around my waist I would be sliding down this wall. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and hold him closer to me.
“I love you Micki.” Ryan tells me, “With every fiber of my being, too. That was on another plane of existence.”
“I love you too. We need to find a place to sit down. I’m blown away by the ecstasy and need to rest my legs.” I chuckle, leaning further into the arms around his neck.
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