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"Evening, Vlad. Its," woman smiled, "good to see you."

It had been a year to the day they met, yet Vanessa never failed to stun Vlad for a few seconds, man working jaw, to keep it from lowering, effervescence captivating, emboldening his courage.

***

"Good evening, Vanessa, and I cannot express how pleased I am that you agreed to meet me. May I?"

Woman paused, looking at man. Opening her coat, he gestured to her dress. She nodded.

"You look simply impeccable."

Vanessa twirled, aware dress was snug, in all the right places. Carrying heavy boxes filled with cakes gave her toned arms, daily runs shaped legs and arse, she was happy with how she looked, attention ignored.

She only entertained one man, batting off any unwanted advances, as kindly as possible, but woman decided she was no longer taking any nonsense.

If anyone treated her like rubbish, she would do the same, drop them into a bin and walk away, giving zero flying fucks as to whether they were upset or not...

***

Buttoning up coat, Vanessa shivered.

"I admit, your invitation was very well received. I confess I am, rather useless when it comes to asking someone out. I usually just ask, a little too forward. It frightens men away."

Man smirked.

"It frightens boys away. They claim they want a forward thinking woman, then shrink when they find one. Commiserable, quite frankly."

"Positively pitiful form."

"I do not think you would appreciate me flat out asking, 'want to go out sometime?' That is far from eloquent."

"I would like you to be yourself, Vanessa."

Man offered hand, keeping respectable distance. Woman closed that, taking it, cuddling into his shoulder.

"Is this okay?"

Vlad nodded, pair winding their way through crowds, Christmas market surprisingly less busy than it should be.

***

Vanessa stopped beside homemade soap stall, lavender filling nostrils.

"I love things like this. I mean, it wouldn't last long with me, but at least you know what is in it. I will pick some up."

Woman picked up two bars of lavender soap, and one rosemary. She handed some money to the vendor, who nodded and thanked her.

"I take it you have used all the strangely named products in your bath?"

"No." Sky blue eyes hazed. "I haven't bathed since I last saw you..."

"Then," Vlad inhaled, peaches hitting nostrils, then something tooth-decayingly sweet, "why do you smell edible?"

"I shower. Cannibal..."

Vanessa grinned, placing lips near Vlad's cheek. He moved his head, kissing her deeply, feeling her fall against him.

"In public? That would be crass. In private?"

He whispered the rest, Vanessa cursing his fucking existence, and the fact he made her vagina clench just by talking made her want to paint the air several shades of blue...

***

"I would like to get you something. Is there anything that you would like? Don't say me."

Vlad squinted.

"I was not aware I am predictable."

"Was, past tense. That means you can learn from it."

"Would it surprise you if I said that there is a bat in family crest?"

"No. I guess Bram had to get that from somewhere..."

Vanessa teased.

"Jewellery?"

"I wear silver."

"I could stretch to that. Please? A ring, maybe? I see you wear a few."

Vlad nodded, smiling, one on right hand's middle finger.

"My Father's."

Four crowns adorned shield, silver tarnished, but its design was distinguishable.

"I could have one made like that, but with a bat design."

"That would be expensive."

"And you are more than worthy of it. You are no ordinary man."

"And, if I were?"

Vanessa winked.

"Then it wouldn't be real..."

***

Placing bag of goodies onto couch, Vanessa slipped off boots, jacket swung over coat rack, instead of hooked onto it.

"I had a wonderful night. Would you like something to drink? I'm thinking cocoa."

"I would much rather hold you, know that you are there, that I am not in dream-like, euphoric state."

Woman was taken back.

"That sounded like I mean much to you. Come here."

Vanessa beckoned, opening arms, Vlad stepping inside, woman's arms circle, cocoon from troubles.

***

Perfect cuddling position achieved, Vanessa felt warm breath on her neck, secretly enjoying every moment.

"You have a knack of keeping me awake at night, visiting my dreams when I fall asleep."

"What do you see?"

"Pottering around the kitchen, the market, bedroom, unabashedly naked, letting concerns go, light bathing your form, angelic glow I do not deserve to observe. Yet, you let me, and I watch, without intent, without roving eyes, twitching fingers."

He shifted, looking at woman.

"I also see you, letting me feed."

"What do you use? I don't mind the idea."

"A scalpel, and antiseptic wipes."

"You get asked that often?"

"I asked a doctor. Vanessa," man huffed through nose, "I am not sleeping with anyone else. Sex is not casual for me, it hasn't been in decades."

"Its okay," woman reassured, "I trust you wholly, completely."

"Sure?"

Vanessa nodded, sitting up, so Vlad could get up, retrieve necessary items from his bag.

***

Vlad washed hands before peeling backing off scalpel packet, returning to woman. He tilted her head, slicing above her collarbone, fluid pooling, sitting on skin for second, warmth immediately whisked away, cool tongue, contrast bewildering, situation just as much, but Vanessa heart began to beat faster, pupils blown, form quivering.

Single drop of blood ran down her chest, almost staining dress. That being swiftly removed, woman was no longer unsure where to put her hands. She placed them on Vlad's face, taking one of his and placing it on the zip at her side. Fabric being freed from her form, woman eyed military jacket, far too luxurious for her to merely yank off.

***

"Lose the jacket, or you'll be losing the buttons, its too nice to ruin, and I don't know how to fucking sew."

Knife-edge blues closed. Dropping head, Vlad smirked, growling under breath, removing jacket.

Vanessa became one with wall, glued to it, stuck fast.

"Yes."

Hands either side of her head, man's eyes opened, questioning woman. She nodded.

"Let me apologise? Sit, let me take the lead?"

Vlad agreed, sitting on comfy recliner, Vanessa's hands finding the zip on his pants.

Reclining, pearly blues stared into his, woman wanting to witness every twitch, every reaction.

Man chose look right back at her, rivalling intensity.

***

Gauging what he needed went very appreciated, words crass, unnecessary.

Taking what he needed, Vlad returned that in kind, deciding to stay with woman, as long as she could stand him.

Vanessa gave Vlad purpose, loneliness that plagued him for decades vanquished, woman shattering man's feeling of being obsolete.

He wasn't, never had been, but felt 'messing around' was something younger people did.

This did not count as messing around.

This meant something, Vanessa did.

It did not matter whether or not it was 'love.'

What mattered was their contentment.

And, contented, they were...