"Neat trick," he breathed against my lips.
I smiled.
Doc lowered us until my back pressed into the ground. He leaned over me, lips still locked to mine. I left my legs wrapped around him, luxuriating in feeling him pressed into me.
Gasping he leaned back. I let my legs relax and put my feet on the ground to either side of him. His eyes shined lavender over his normal dark color.
He sank back on his heels and stared at me, chest heaving as he breathed as heavily as I did.
"What?" I propped myself up on my elbows and pressed my legs against his.
Doc shut his eyes and ran his hands down my thighs.
I moaned, arching slightly at his touch.
"Just need a minute." He opened his eyes and smiled tightly.
I tilted my head, and he opened his mouth, raising his lip slightly to show elongated incisors.
Shivering, I reached for one of his hands. It was scary, I knew the stories, but I also knew Doc. Tugging on his hand, I pulled him back to me. He gave in to me somewhat reluctantly, until he hovered right over me again, his eyes locked on mine.
"It's a thing, right?"
"Yeah, it's a thing. Makes relationships awkward." Doc smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. He was still worried I wasn't going to accept him apparently.
"Well, you're going to have to get used to my weird magic things, so I'll get used to your vampire things."
He parted his lips as if he were going to speak, and I pressed my lips to his. He groaned my name. "Sofia, are you sure?"
I growled back, wanting his full attention. Wrapping my legs around him, I squeezed, pulling him down on top of me until his hips were firmly pressed to mine, his body crushing me to the ground. I knew he wouldn't mind a little rough handling, so I bit at his lip until he opened, letting me explore his mouth with my tongue. I lightly ran my tongue over his teeth, feeling the longer teeth, trying to let him know I was accepting him, even like this. He deepened the kiss, echoing my motions.
Doc rolled us over on our side. I left one leg hooked over him, and he tangled his legs in mine. He freed his hand so he could slip it into my jeans, cupping my rear and squeezing me to him. He kissed my jaw, behind my ear, nibbled at my neck.
I pressed against Doc, tilting my head back, giving him my neck.
He hesitated.
"Stop hesitating," I grumbled, strung tight and wanting release.
"Sofia, I..."
"If you say one word about being worried about me not being okay with this, or..." A thought occurred to me. Monday was going to be interesting. "About being my teacher, I'm going to bite you."
"That was the thought that had crossed my mind," Doc whispered against my neck.
"I think we're a little beyond that."
"Maybe," Doc leaned back and met my eyes.
I glared at him and made good on my promise, darting forward and latching onto his neck, hard.
He convulsed against me, fingers digging into my butt and my back. He groaned something, but either it was in Navajo, or it was inarticulate. Somehow, he pressed more firmly into me. I knew I was pushing him a little. Maybe that was a mistake, however, it didn't feel wrong. The entire length of him pressed against me felt oh so right. I let go of his neck and hoped he healed as quickly as I thought, because I'd certainly left a bruise.
I had a momentary thought of wishing Ed and Allan were there. Still, I needed to be alone with them sometimes, too. Doc just had the luck of being stuck in the tree ring with me while my magic went a little wild.
It coursed through us again, and we both moaned.
This time, he didn't ask me if I was sure, he nibbled down my neck. When I arched against him, he sank his teeth in, and my mind completely short circuited.
I couldn't even keep track of the separate feelings coursing through me. I might have cried out, I might not have had the breath for it, I wasn't sure. Pleasure erupted in my core and spread all the way through me. My body trembled with its release, and I sagged against Doc, gasping for breath. He licked at my neck, and I whimpered in pleasure.
He held me tightly while I shook, legs tangled in mine, arms pressed against my shoulder blades. I leaned into his chest and trembled as all my nerves tried to reset themselves.
We lay there for a while until my breathing finally calmed and my head cleared a bit. I felt drunk, satisfied, safe.
"Doc," I said after a long silence between us.
"Yes, Sofia?" He slurred his words, sounding a little drunk himself.
"How do the guys keep from jumping you, if that's what it feels like?"
He laughed and then cleared his throat. "I can tone it down a little bit. I might have hit you a little hard."
"Not complaining."
Doc kissed the top of my head before releasing me. "We might want to see about getting out of here before Allan and Ed come home and freak out."
It occurred to me that I had no idea how much time had passed since we'd begun the process of me accessing my magic.
I rolled to my side and slowly got to my feet, still lightheaded.
"Oh my gods, I'm soaked," I tugged at my jeans, trying to adjust my underwear a little.
I glanced at Doc. He also stood and his eyes glinted, still showing a hint of my lavender over his obsidian. He smiled, pleased with himself.
The bruise I had thought I left on his neck was gone, so clearly, I was right about his healing. I touched my neck where he'd bit me.
"Mark will be gone in an hour or so," he assured me.
"Well, that makes things
