Frost's Soulmate

Insatiable

~*~

When moonlight crawls along the street
Chasing away the summer heat
Footsteps outside somewhere below
The world revolves I let it go
We build our church above this street
We practice love between the sheets
The candy sweetness scent of you
It bathes my skin I’m stained by you
And all I have to do is hold you
There’s a racing in my heart
I am barely touching you
-Darren Hayes

~*~

They woke up late in the evening just to make love again. Deacon ignored the ringing of his phone all night until finally someone left a message. “Deac, Hannibal wants to speak to us. I figured you’re busy but whenever you’re ready come downstairs.” Deacon growled and stumbled out of bed.

“I’ll be right back,” he said kissing Raven. “Don’t you dare get dressed.”

Raven just yawned. “I don’t think I could even move right now.”

“Good.” He threw on a pair of boxers and some jeans before meeting Quinn in the foyer. “What is so damn important that you had to interrupt the best fuckin’ night of my whole fuckin’ life?”

“I told you,” Quinn said nervously. “But I did say that it could wait.”

“I know, I’m just eager to get back to bed.”

Quinn grinned at that. “I understand.”

“Let’s go see what the lap dog wants.” The two walked into the cell where Hannibal was sitting in front of it.

“Where is she?” he demanded.

“What?”

“Abagail, where is she? I woke up and she was gone. I know one of your goons took her.” Deacon opened the cell and stepped inside. Abagail was indeed gone.

“Huh.”

Hannibal’s eyes narrowed. “That’s all you fucking have to say?”

“Watch your fuckin’ language. My men know better than to cross me.”

“Amen to that,” Quinn nodded.

“Now, if you want to find your girlfriend, lets go.” Hannibal glared at Deacon but followed him. The trio got everyone up and questioned them harshly to no avail. Finally, they were left alone.

“Are you saying your men had nothing to do with this?”

“Obviously someone took her,” Deacon shrugged. “There’s no point in me locking you up. If you want to look for her or who took her be my guest. I want to know who disobeyed me.”

“I can search your place with no backlash?”

“Yes. Just tell me who did it.”

“Okay.”

“Quinn, show him to a room.”

“Okay,” Quinn nodded. “When do you want to take care of that business?”

“Tomorrow, I guess, it’s almost daylight.” Quinn nodded and led Hannibal away. By the time Deacon got back to his room Raven was asleep clutching Mr. Whiskers who purred in a steady mantra. Deacon shook his head, that cat really was a terrible vampire. Suddenly tired himself, he crawled into bed wrapping his body around hers. He realized, as sleep came that he’d kill to keep this feeling.

Raven awoke the next evening alone. She stretched languidly, before going into the bathroom and taking a quick shower. Once she was dressed she went down the stairs and into the kitchen where a familiar face sat at the table. “Nilson?” she asked surprised.

“Ah, Raven,” a smile touched his face, “you are a sight for sore eyes. Ash told me that you were found. How have you managed to keep yourself alive?”

“Sheer dumb luck. How did you end up here?” she asked sitting in front of him and another man.

“The same.” The man next to Nilson cleared his throat. “My apologies. Raven, this is Hannibal King. He’s looking for a friend.”

“She’s your height, brown hair, pretty,” Hannibal said. “Have you seen her?”

“Sorry,” Raven said.

“Did you see or hear anything last night?” he was almost pleading. Raven’s heart ached for him.

“I was… in bed all night. If I see or hear anything, I’ll let you know.”

“Thanks. Doesn’t really matter, though. Odds are pretty damn good that she’s dead. Otherwise, she’d be doing a lot of damage to whoever too her.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’d settle for finding the ass who took her. That would make me very happy.”

“Unfortunately, Miss Raven will not be hearing much of anything.”

Hannibal just stared at Nilson for a few moments. “Why?”

“I doubt if they’d tell their leader’s paramour about breaking his rules.”

“You’re with Deacon?” Hannibal looked shocked. “But why?”

“That would be a very long, very involved story that I don’t want to get into right now.”

“I can respect that. However, I have to ask. What the hell do you see in him?”

Raven sensed Deacon when he entered the room behind her. “He’s hot,” she quipped.

“Is that all I am to you?” he grumbled good-naturedly, stepping behind her and pulling her against him. “Just a pretty face on an amazing body?”

“Yep,” she smiled leaning against him.

Deacon turned to Hannibal. “Have you found anything?”

“No.”

“We’re back so Quinn can help you.”

“I don’t need Tex’s help. I can manage, thank you.”

“Someone is blatantly disobeying my laws. She wasn’t to be touched. Therefore, Quinn will help you. Be grateful you aren’t still in the fuckin’ cage.”

“Fine, I don’t see what good tall, dark, and stupid will do but fine.”

“Can I kill him?” Raven turned and saw Quinn standing beside Deacon.

“Now, now, let’s learn to play nice, ladies,” Deacon said sliding into the seat beside Raven. “So, Hannibal, how does it feel to be one of us again?”

“You mean being your lackey? Better than Elvira’s but I think I still would have passed.”

“Good thing you didn’t have a chance then.”

Hannibal frowned but didn’t respond to that. He got to his feet and faced Quinn. “Let’s go, Tex.” Not looking pleased Quinn followed

“They’re going to kill each other,” Raven observed as Nilson excused himself.

“Maybe,” Deacon shrugged.

“You seem really worried.” She leaned in to kiss him before frowning thoughtfully.

“What is it?”

“You smell like blood.”

“I fed today.”

“No… it’s…” she sniffed him daintily. “It’s too strong for that.”

“You aren’t a golden retriever, stop sniffing me.”

“Sorry… what did you do tonight?”

“Business. Now I believe that you were about to do this.” He tugged her close and kissed her thoroughly.

“You’re trying to distract me.”

“Is it working?”

“A little, but I’d still like to know what you did.”

Deacon stood and locked all the doors leading into the kitchen. “That’s better.”

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure no one comes in.”

“I got that with the locking of the doors. Why?” Deacon sat down on the table resting his legs on the arms of the chair she was sitting in.

“Well, I personally don’t give a damn about who walk in on us. I know that you aren’t quite as… open as I am.”

“You want to have sex in the kitchen.”

“Wrong. I want to have sex in every room of the house. This is a good start.”

Raven stared at him in disbelief. “We can’t-”

“Sure we can. And don’t pretend you aren’t interested. Soul mate link- remember? The doors are locked so no one will come in, if they value their lives.” He crooked a finger at her. A little nervous, she stood and he kicked the chair away.

“No one will see us?”

“Scouts honor.” She just stared at him. “What?”

“You may have eaten boy scouts but I have a hard time believing that you were ever one yourself.”

He grinned, complete with fang. “So maybe helping little old ladies across the street isn’t my shtick.” He leaned down and his lips found a spot on her neck that almost made her knees give out. “But I’m very persistent.” He nipped at her earlobe. “And I have a very good worth ethic.” He kissed her lips with leisure, enjoying the feeling.

Raven pulled away. “I want to lead.”

Deacon raised an eyebrow in surprise before smiling. “As you wish.” Raven’s teeth worried her lower lip for a moment. This was foreign territory. “You may want to start with taking off our clothes.”

“No talk,” she admonished playfully. He smiled, liking this side of her. She pulled her own shirt over her head before shimmying out of her skirt. She ran her hands over his shoulders lightly before sliding them down his chest and over his belly. Just as they were about to come in contact with someplace interesting she changed direction sliding her hand under his shirt and over the planes of his chest before lifting the shirt completely off of him.

She leaned in nipping his neck with her fangs. “Mine,” she growled softly. He reached out and gripped her chin raising it so they were eye to eye. The kiss he gave her was so soul searing it made her feel weak. “I thought I was going to lead.”

“My apologies,” he said not looking sorry at all. She met his gaze as her hands went to his fly. She drew it down and unbuttoned the pants before drawing them and his boxers down as well. Deacon laughed at her frustrated curse when they got stuck since his shoes were still on.

“Keep laughing and I’ll make you eat this shoe.” He only laughed harder as she finally got them off. “Are you quite done, Mr. Frost?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he smiled. “But here I am naked and you aren’t. May I remedy that?”

She tossed her hair with feigned haughtiness. “Very well.” He got to his feet and reached around her to undo the clasp to her bra. He drew it off slowly.

“May I kiss you, my mistress?”

She giggled at that. “If you must.” All bravado faded as his lips closed over her nipple and his hand drifted down to tease her. He backed off after a few moments and straightened. “Table or floor?”

He smiled. “Table so every time you sit here with your friends you’ll think of this moment.” She nodded shoving him lighting so he fell onto the table. He pulled himself up a bit as she climbed over him.

“The floor would have been easier.”

He shrugged. “Probably.” He helped her position herself over him. Both groaned at their joining. It’s your show, baby.” She smiled leaning in to kiss him quickly before sliding herself up and plunging down. “Fuck.”

“Language,” she gasped unsteadily as she started moving faster. Quickly, she found a rhythm that had both of them crying out whenever she moved. They came together before collapsing in a heap on the table. “Wow.”

“Yeah. That covers it. The others probably want to get in here.”

“Shh… I’m basking.”

He laughed holding her tightly as she snuggled against his chest. “A few minutes won’t hurt.”

“Damn straight.” After a few moments she sat up. “If I lay here any more I know I’m going to fall asleep.”

Deacon got to his feet watching her as she got dressed. “You go ahead, I’m going to clean up in here.” She nodded and left once he had put his jeans on. She ran into Hannibal and Quinn in the foyer. The two were standing arguing. “Hi guys.”

“Hi,” Hannibal said looking away from Quinn. “Where’s Frost?”

“Here,” Deacon said coming out. “What’s up?”

“He thinks Jayce did it,” Quinn said.

“He looked guilty,” Hannibal argued.

“Get him and meet me in my office,” Deacon said. The duo left.

“As nice as it is being your… lover I need something to do when you’re out,” Raven told him.

“We’ll figure something out,” he assured her.

“In the meantime I’m going to head up to our room.”

“’Our room’?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s where my stuff is and where I’m staying so, yeah, our room.” She kissed him lightly and got into the elevator. Deacon smiled faintly watching her until she was gone.