Bliss suddenly felt nervous. "Excuse me for a sec," she said, slipping into the bathroom to catch her breath.
It was going to be her first time, and she was a little scared about it. She was going to do it - IT - the Caerimonia Osculor - that would bind him to her in blood she was going to give him the Sacred Kiss - but he didn't know it yet.
Apparently, you just started doing it - and they - the humans - they would begin to writhe in ecstasy and it would all be hot and sweaty and - and afterward she would feel better than she'd ever felt before.
When she walked out, Dylan was already lying on the bed, his back against the fluffy down pillows. He looked skinny and sexy in his ripped Ben Folds T-shirt. He kicked off his Nike Dunks and patted the empty space next to him.
Bliss found his scarf and leather jacket hanging on the bedpost, and it gave her an idea. She slipped a duplicate of her keys in the pocket.
"What are you doing?" Dylan asked.
"Nothing - just giving you something that will maybe make it easier for us to get together next time," Bliss said coyly.
"Well, get over here now."
"I'm cold," she said, slipping under the covers.
After a second, Dylan pulled aside the covers and slid in beside her.
They lay there for a while, listening to the sound of gangsta rap thumping from the second floor.
"You are really cold," he marveled.
"But your skin's warm," she said.
He wrapped his arms around her. They started kissing and Bliss was thankful she didn't black out this time, as she felt his hand explore underneath her dress, reaching for her bra. She smiled, thinking boys were all alike. He would get what he wanted, but not before she got what she wanted.
She closed her eyes, feeling his warm hands unclasp the hook of her bra. He pulled her dress off, over her head. She raised herself a little off the bed to help him, and then she was lying there, in only her Cosabella thong, before him.
She opened her eyes to see him hovering over her. She pulled him closer.
He made a cross of his arms and pulled his T-shirt over his chest. He was so skinny she could feel the ribs underneath his skin. They were both breathing quickly, and in a moment, he was lying on top of her, pushing his body against hers.
She caressed his neck and felt the hard bump underneath his jeans pressing against her thigh. She rolled over him, so that she was on top of his chest. He held her close, his hands caressing her back, slipping off her underwear. She began kissing his mouth, the line of his jaw, licking her way down.
She felt her back teeth extend; she was going to do it - Now! She could almost smell his thick, rich blood - she raised her jaw, and suddenly, the room was ablaze with light.
"What the hell?" Dylan poked his head out of the comforter.
Two giggly sophomores were standing in the hallway, watching them.
"Oops!"
Bliss looked up at them, her fangs still sticking out. The two girls at the door screamed.
Bliss quickly disarmed. Shit. The Committee had warned them about this - they couldn't allow the Red Bloods to see them as they were, to know their real nature. They were just some kids. Maybe they'll think they were just imagining things.
There was a loud thump from behind her. Dylan had fallen off the bed and was rolling heavily to the floor.
Still underneath the comforter, Bliss turned and saw what had made him jump. Her father was standing in the hallway. Where had he come from? How had they gotten home so early? Bliss scrambled to put her dress back on.
"What's going on in here?" the senator asked. "Bliss, are you all right? And who are you?" he asked.
Dylan was hopping around, zipping up his jeans and pulling down his T-shirt. He grabbed his leather jacket and stuffed his feet back into his sneakers. "Uh, nice meeting you, too."
"What is the meaning of this?" Forsyth Llewellyn demanded. "Bliss, who was that boy?"
With a sinking heart, she heard Dylan's quick footsteps stomp down the stairs.