Holly and I Only!!!

He kissed her shoulder gently, stroking her hair.

She sighed, just liking being in his arms."Is it going to be like this all the time?" she asked.

"Is it going to be like what," he asked her gently.

"This nice." She said softly.

He chuckled softly, his fangs slowly receding. "My parents say it got better with every day."

She lifted her head and looked at him. "It get's better?" she asked.

He nodded. "That's what my dad said. I was talking to him about it when I was out hunting with him earlier."

She smiled. "Good."

He smiled and kissed her softly.

She kissed back again, but slowly pulled away. "Can I see your fangs again?" she asked.

He slowly moved his lips so she could see his fangs.

Slowly, she lifted a hand and touched one of them softly.

He stayed still, though his fangs grew at her touching them. They did not pierce her skin, he was very careful that they didn't.

"Do you feel them grow?" she asked.

"Yeah," he nodded. He lifted up the arm of his shirt. His tatto-like glyphs were pulsating with various shades of gold and burgundy.

She dropped her hand and looked at his arm. "What is that?"

"They're called dermaglyphs," he told her. "They show what I'm feeling based on colors."

She giggled. "Like a mood ring."

He chuckled. "Yeah, kinda. But these are more accurate."

"So what do these colors mean?" she asked.

"The gold is passion. Burgundy is a dimmed-down thirst. There's a purple-ish wine color my dad gets when he looks at mom sometimes. He says that's love and lust rolled into one," he said, trying to explain the colors as best he could.

She nodded. "So these are good colors?" She asked.

"These are good colors," he smiled, nodding.

She smiled, blushing and kissing his shoulder. "Good."

He smiled softly and stroked her cheek, kissing her forehead.