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Watch Me Surrender

                  “There’s nothing for it,” Grace Le Domas pursed her lips after checking every possible inch of the cage that she and William Easton were unfortunately trapped within. “Your spell is too perfect. There’s not a single gap that we could wrench open.”

                  There was a disgruntled mumble from her companion, who was sitting cross-legged on some cushions pilfered from the library’s couch, surrounded by magical tomes. His suit coat was discarded behind him, and the sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing surprisingly toned forearms. Silver-framed reading glasses were also perched on the bridge of his nose, and his dark brown, naturally wavy hair curled attractively over his forehead. 

                  The vampire swallowed a wave of attraction. It was possibly the worst kept secret that she had a crush on the man –  or rather, demon – who had turned her immortal life upside down. In any other circumstance, she would have been more than happy to ogle the handsome creature before her, but it really wasn’t the proper time, and frankly she had no idea how to make her feelings known in the first place.

                  Sighing heavily, Grace moved to sit beside Will. “You’re sure that you can’t teleport us out the way you brought in the books?”

                  “I haven’t had much luck with large, inanimate objects, and I don’t want to risk either of us ending up with our insides on the outside,” he confessed, offering her an apologetic look. “You’re stuck with an amateur mage, I’m afraid.”

                  “Well, if I’m going to be trapped somewhere with anyone, I’d rather it be with you,” she nudged at his side playfully and then instinctively laced their fingers together. 

                  He glanced at their entwined hands and then back at her,  a small but understanding smile crossing his lips. 

                  In unison, they exhaled, going back to staring out at shelves lined with leatherbound volumes. 

                  “It could be worse. At least I can transport in some reading material,” he snapped his fingers, and another book appeared on his lap. 

                  Grace laughed, resting her head against the crook of his neck. “Are you going to read me a bedtime story?”

                  “It’s not that close to morning already, is it?” he checked his watch, brow furrowing at seeing how late it had gotten. “Shit. I need to find a solution before the sun comes in.” He began to hurriedly flip through the pages. 

                  “Hey…you don’t need to worry; sunlight won’t destroy me.” She curled a finger beneath his chin and turned his face towards hers. “Yes, it hurts after prolonged exposure but –

                  “Grace,” there was conviction in his tone when he clasped her hands between his own, and his piercing blue eyes scanned her face tenderly. “I will get us out of here. I promise.”

                  Her heart cartwheeled. In the months since they had formed their contract, their friendship had arguably blossomed into something deeper. She knew that she could trust him implicitly, and vice-versa. 

                  Delicately, she brought her fingers up to frame his face, suppressing a surge of desire that happened to occur when he looked at her in a certain way so she could nod in understanding instead. “I trust you, Will.”

                  There was a pause as they stared at each other, and then the mood started to shift. Slowly, he began to lean closer. 

                  She let her eyes flutter shut momentarily, her lips parting in anticipation, but then a thought occurred to her right before his mouth brushed her own. “Wait! Your blood.” 

                  His striking features creased in confusion at the unexpected outburst. “What about it?”

                  “It’s acidic, right? Why don’t you just melt the bars?”

                  She was treated to the sight of her partner blushing to the tips of his ears, a self-conscious cough escaping before he replied. “Not a good idea.”

                  “Why not?”

                  “It requires an amount of control that I haven’t reached yet. And the last time I attempted something similar I ended up burning off my clothes.” 

                  Immediately: an image that was the furthest thing from unpleasant entered her  mind, causing a blush of her own. 

                  He definitely mistook her reaction as embarrassment, as he fidgeted, turned his head to the side, and rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. “You can see how that would be a problem.”

                  “I wouldn’t call it a problem,” she admitted. “More an inconvenience.”

                  He chuckled wryly and peered her way. “A naked demon with little control over his own powers is an inconvenience in your eyes, is it?”

                  “For Le Bail’s sake, can you stop putting yourself down?!” Grace inched forward, so there was only a tiny space between them, and squeezed his hands reassuringly. “This isn’t your fault. You’ve only been a demon for half a year now, so there was bound to be a learning curve, especially when it comes to magic. I mean, I can barely understand the basics of it and you’re already conjuring cages!”

                  “Accidentally,” William interjected, though his gaze did soften at her pep-talk. “However, I see your point.”

                  “I mean, it’s not like Latin is easy,” she shrugged. “I could barely pass high school Spanish.”

                  “That explains why you tried to order a hat when we were at that taqueria the other night.” Clearly his dour mood had lifted, and her heart jumped when she saw a hint of a sparkle in his eyes.

                  “Will. Shut up. Take off your clothes. Do the spell and get us out of here.”

                  He went still for a moment. “Gracie, did you just order me to strip down?”

                  “Yes, because otherwise your suit will be destroyed, right? I’m being practical.”

                  “Is that what you’re being?” he muttered, slowly rising to his feet. 

                  She stood as well. “Just hand everything over to me.”

                  “Everything?” he arched an eyebrow.

                  “Everything that you’re worried about getting ruined,” she clarified. “I can turn around if you’re that nervous.”

                  “Being naked is actually the least of my anxieties right now,” he admitted while unfastening the buttons to his dress shirt. 

                  She watched him shrug out of the crisp fabric, which he then handed over to her. 

                  He had a white tee shirt on underneath. The thin garment clung to the muscular planes of his chest and abdomen, leaving little to the imagination about his build, but her breath still hitched when he lifted it away and she finally got a good look.

                  “Wait,” she placed the items that he had given to her to the side, her hands diving to inspect the pattern of etched runes that decorated his midsection. “Will, what are these?”

                  “When Le Bail…put me back together,” the demon inhaled shakily, his stomach clenching beneath her touch and forcing her to bring her eyes up to his. “It required a binding spell.”

                  “Did it hurt?” she whispered, alarm surfacing in her gaze. 

                  “Sometimes it still can,” he whispered, his hands moving to cup her face tenderly.

                  Her pulse danced wildly when he caressed lightly over her skin.

                  “How about right now?” deliberately, she let her fingers dance along the raised flesh, noting the way he arced naturally towards her. 

                  “Right now, I’m thinking it’s unfair that I’m the only one undressing,” he stated,  sliding her leather jacket down her arms. 

                  She hesitated only a moment before freeing herself from the coat’s confines and then stood on tiptoe to initiate a kiss. 

                  It was not their first. That had occurred the night they made their contract, but it had been relatively chaste and brief. By stark contrast: the second their lips met this time, a barely contained passion was unleashed. 

                  In seconds, Grace was swept fully into William’s arms as he swiftly removed what remained of his clothing and then backed her up against the bars of the cage as their embrace intensified significantly. 

                  The vampire hooked her legs around her companion’s waist, moaning into the kiss when his clever fingers found their way under the hem of her top. 

                  His touch seared against her cooler flesh, filling her instantly with a primal need  that caused a pool of molten warmth to gather right below her stomach. 

                  She wanted more – to feel the velvet of his skin directly on her own; to lose herself in him. 

                  She broke from the kiss to remove her shirt, which left her in a sky-blue lace bra.

                  They froze for a moment, taking each other in properly. 

                  From her vantage point, he made quite the sensual image with his bare chest rising and falling steadily, and his bright, sea-colored gaze starting to shift into a deep crimson, which signified his demonic side was emerging. 

                  It certainly didn’t hurt that he was completely nude, but what arguably made her knees weak was the decided approval in his eyes. 

                  “You’re so beautiful,” there was gravel in his deep, resonant voice which only added to his allure, the praise making her shiver and curl further into his arms. 

                  He steadied her by placing one hand against the small of her back and then dipped his head to nuzzle affectionately at her hair before requesting that she hold very still. 

                  William’s fingers trailed lightly over the base of her bra until they hovered right at clasp in the front. He then recited an incantation, the runes on his skin glowing and eventually turning a beautiful sage green in color. 

                  There was a more potent heat emanating from his hand after the spell was cast, and with delicate precision, he ran his index finger down the middle, mindful of not burning her skin in the process. 

                  Grace barely flinched when she heard a sizzle, and then the undergarment fell open completely.

                  “I thought your whole issue here was control?” She couldn’t resist the tease as she cast the ruined lace to the side. 

                  “It appears that you’re key to helping with that,” he reached up and grasped the bar of the cage, stealing another kiss. 

                  She smiled, pressing close so every possible inch of them was touching in some way, skimming her nails through the soft hair that dusted his chest while he focused on getting them out of the unintended prison. 

                  He succeeded in his task and didn’t waste another second in carrying her over to the more comfortable location of his office’s couch so they could continue with more pleasant pursuits. 

                  Grace reclined back, dragging William with her as they met in another eager kiss and sank into the plush cushions. 

                  His claws briefly surfaced to tear away her skirt and then disappeared just as quickly, his touch drifting down to stroke purposefully.

                  She whimpered at the contact, a pulse of arousal jolting directly to her core, arching her hips impatiently to alleviate the building pressure. 

                  His lips became preoccupied with coasting along her clavicle, but she felt him smirk knowingly before his tongue darted out to lick at the hollow of her throat. 

                  He worked magic with his hand, eventually easing the thin cotton she still wore down her legs, so she was completely naked like he was. 

                  She wound her fingers into the waves of his hair when his touch became borderline unbearable, gripping tightly at the silken strands as her nerve endings flared with sensation, repeating his name like a mantra while he ensured her pleasure.

                  The already erotic moment amplified when he kissed her breast, sharp canines scraping provocatively over sensitized skin, making her surge up into his ministrations. 

                  Her head tilted back, fangs emerging while a strangled gasp escaped due to his worship. No lover had been quite so thorough, and he proved especially dedicated when his mouth travelled down, along her navel, before eventually ducking between her legs to devour her. With a sharp cry: she fell apart, coasting on waves of sensation until release was achieved. 

                  “I wasn’t expecting foreplay to be this intense,” Grace mumbled, content to remain entwined with William while she recuperated from the onslaught of his passions. “You really are a demon.”

                  They had yet to make love properly, and yet she was still trembling from the wake of multiple climaxes. 

                  There was an amused, rumbling chuckle from her lover. “I’m just getting started,” his handsome face loomed into her vision, crimson eyes glittering invitingly. “And we can’t exactly go anywhere with the sun out.”

                  “It’s a good thing you invested in blackout curtains.” 

                  His expression turned loving, his gaze returning to the stunning blue that she adored before he leaned in to kiss her sweetly. “They also come in handy for mid-afternoon naps.”

                  “With the hours you keep,” she threaded her hands into his tousled hair, massaging at the base of his neck. “I can’t blame you.”

                  “It didn’t take that much to adjust honestly, I often stayed late into the night back when I worked at Umbrella,” he shrugged, though she noticed a trace of melancholy in his eyes when he brought up the company name. 

                  She considered her words carefully. “Do you miss it? Working there?” She knew that he has sacrificed much in his previous life to embark on the new one. 

                  “Sometimes,” he admitted. “But, if I learned anything from my years at that place, it’s that you can become blind to the suffering around you.”

                  “While that’s true, something tells me you’ve always had a good heart, Will…” she rested her palm against his sternum, feeling the strong, steady beat beneath her fingertips.

                  Their gazes locked, the moment becoming charged with emotion, Grace coaxing at William’s mouth until they fell into a slow, romantic embrace. 

                  The vampire twisted slightly, bearing her demon under her, straddling his hips and then rearing back to admire him. 

                  He truly was a gorgeous sight to behold – all angular, sculpted lines and perfect tone in the right places. There was a flush to his pale skin from their earlier activities, and beads of moisture caused the dark hair on his chest to cling attractively. 

                  She lunged forward to kiss him again, pinning his hands up over his head to keep him from moving too much while she trapped him between her body and the couch. 

                  “What are you planning?” he gazed up at her inquisitively when she pulled away, yet compliantly remained in the position she’d placed him in. 

                  “I want to watch you,” she confessed, curling their fingers together.

                  Realization surfaced in the ocean of color that she easily lost herself in, and he nodded silently in agreement. 

                  Delighted, she leaned in and embraced him soundly, her hands wandering avidly over his lean, yet powerfully built frame. She created paths across his torso that she followed with her mouth, leaving a trail of icy fire in her wake. It was, in part, repaying his dedication from before, but it was also rare to have a lover that was willing to let go of control in such a way. 

                  It was worth it to watch his composure steadily break, his breathing pattern turning erratic the longer that her attentions went on – a pleased sound tearing from his throat when she proved impatient. 

                  She was treated to a deep, sensual growl as she aligned them together, planting her hands firmly against the center of his chest before she sank down and joined them together. 

                  Grace threw her head back and moaned loudly, immediately overwhelmed by how he managed to fit with her. She tipped forward slightly, but then she felt his warm, capable hands reach out to steady her. One he placed on her right hip, while the other he rested against her back, those eyes, once again crimson, glittering with encouragement to spur her on. 

                  They moved in harmony, easing first into a steady rhythm and then meeting over and over in ardent kisses as they became lost in one another. 

                  She observed him intently, appreciating the finer details: the way the elegant column of his throat was exposed when he tipped back his head, how his Adam’s Apple bobbed when he swallowed, even the way his dark, long lashes fluttered when he shut his eyes. It was borderline sinful how gorgeous he was. 

                  Ultimately – it was the intimacy they shared that drove them over the edge, their pinnacle reached at the exact same moment. 

                  William surged upwards and cradled Grace against him, settling into a sitting position with her while they let go. 

Time seemed to slow, and before long the pair collided in a loving embrace, surrendering entirely to each other. 

They remained interlocked for a while; exchanging tired, yet grateful kisses till they regained enough strength to re-situate so they could cuddle. 

She grazed her mouth over his shoulder, tasting the salt that lingered on his skin, and sighed contentedly before burying her head in the junction between his neck and shoulder. “That was incredible.”

“And intense,” he observed, tracing a languid pattern of circles up her spine. “Your heart is beating so fast right now, are you sure you’re okay?”

The concern in his tone was touching. “I’m better than okay, I feel alive again.” She stretched and then propped herself up on an elbow, raking her nails through his chest hair. “Though I am craving some blood.” 

“Stay here,” he ducked a quick kiss to her forehead before rising. 

She rolled onto her stomach to admire the view as he made his way over to the small refrigerator located in a corner of his office. Her brows raised when he pulled out a bag of A positive, her preferred type, which he then poured into a glass before he brought it over to her. “When did you start keeping a supply here?”

“Since that time you nearly collapsed in my arms after a hunt,” he handed her the drink. “I’m sorry that I can’t warm it up for you.”

Grace sat up and shook her head. “It’s fine, I’m just surprised. I didn’t think you considered things like that, even for regular clients.” She took a sip, and while it arguably would have benefited from a spin in a microwave, she was thankful to have sustenance. 

“True, I don’t have raw meat sitting around in case Strahm and Perez get peckish,” William chuckled, sitting next to her as she finished her meal. “But then again, I don’t love those werewolves with all my heart, so it’s a different situation.”

She lowered her glass and turned towards him. “You love me?”

“I should think that was obvious,” he flipped an errant lock of blonde hair away from her aquamarine eyes, his own shimmering with emotion. “I also heard that it doesn’t really count when I’m naked and on top of you, so I waited.”

Unable to help it, she laughed and set the empty glass to the side, and then without further preamble, she crawled onto his lap. “I think in this instance I would have accepted it.”

“Really?” he grinned, snaking his arms about her waist, touching their foreheads together.

“Really,” she confirmed, nuzzling him happily before granting him another kiss. “And for the record: I love you too.”

“Duly noted,” he murmured, guiding her back under him. 

It wasn’t very long before they were once more pleasantly preoccupied.