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***

Six months later


"Sitting in a room, with one of the most prolific serial killers in history? This is fucking bizarre."

"You are fucking bizarre," Vlad chirped, tone playful, "take it to heart that you are as strange as I am."

Aubrey nodded, getting up slowly. She'd let Vlad in, on the pretence they didn't have long to talk.

Only, she hadn't gotten around to telling him that...

***

"I'm going to get ready."

"Ready?"

"Work Christmas party. Mingling and all that, so, I ought to look somewhat decent."

Vlad squinted, annoyance quirking brow.

"You already do. Also somewhat slimmer. Are you eating?"

"If I ate, I couldn't get into," she pointed at the dress she had planned to wear that evening, "that."

Looking up, pallor glimmering, ice eyes hazed over.

"And whom are you trying to impress?"

Aubrey winked.

"My underwear will let you know..."

He growled.

"Jealous? I thought this wasn't a thing."

"This isn't. A thing it is. It was, at least."

His companion frowned.

"We had sex once. That's it. I am not trying to impress anyone. I haven't felt attractive in over twenty years. Can I have one night where I try, for me? No one else, me. If that's too much to ask, we certainly are not a thing."

Vlad stood methodically, limbs, body relaxed, face hard, chiselled stone.

"I see I failed in my attempt to help you believe you are attractive. Never too much to ask, my select mind is rather, possessive. I apologise."

He walked to the door, hand on its handle.

"Wait...," the woman walked over, leaning against her coat hanger, "stay, please? I want you too. I'm the one who should be saying sorry." She sighed, pinching nose. "I am the one who gave you the run around. Didn't mean too, I guess I got caught up in moving to our new offices, having to furnish several, provide potential authors with paperwork that I had filled in months prior, but conveniently went walkies when I went to get them."

She headed to grab her dress.

"Dare I ask one thing?"

The man's head tilted, breathing through his nose, irk clear.

"Help me zip this up?"

Aubrey left her bedroom, back to Vlad, expanse of skin alleviating irk. He zipped it up, painfully slow, actions deliberate.

"Thank you. I owe you one. I owe you many, in fact."

She turned, facing her mirror, checking meticulously applied makeup, straightened hair was still that, straight.

"If you want to stay..."

"I don't do anything I do not want to do. As I remain here, trust that is what I want."

Motioning for her to continue, Aubrey deadpanned, rolling greys.

"Your temper could rival the stormiest of oceans...why do I like that?"

Trademark smirk was back, twitching moustache making a return.

"Because it challenges you, I refuse to lie down and take nonsense. Neither do you. Commonality we share."

The secretary physically turned herself away from him, mind calculating how long she had until her taxi was due.

"If I had more time, I'd start making it to you now. Later? Drinking isn't for me, two or three will suit me just fine. Wait for me here? I trust you've already eaten, prior to coming here?"

Indigo sparkly fabric caressed her form, Vlad's hands all over her. Her smartphone ringing forcibly yanked them from moment.

"I'll be back in a few hours."

Slipping on black leather jacket, maroon purse and black satin heels, Aubrey walked around the male, winking as she went...

***

Midnight struck, two lovers extricating themselves, rather Aubrey off her kitchen worktop, she collapsed against it.

"Merry Christmas, you bastard."

Aubrey exhaled, harshly.

"I'd grab some glasses, but I don't want to move. I can't move or I'll keel over..."

An arm was wrapped around her waist before she could, Vlad nipping at her ear.

"Your gift is under the coffee table. Surreptitious, it is not, but I did hide it under your gloves. Meant to give those back to you, swing by your apartment reception, ask them to hand them to you."

Kissing her deeply, Vlad's hand on the back of her head, Aubrey melted.

"This wasn't a present?"

Brunette head tilted.

"Well, you did finish after midnight, so, I suppose it is. Also," she frowned, "as you live opposite a library, own said library, you may well have what I bought, so..."

"I did, you did not. I ought to rectify that."

Aubrey grinned.

"I wholeheartedly agree. I find myself not tired in the slightest."

Crystal clear blues lit up.

"Excellent..."

***

"Sav will be here, sometime this morning, bringing presents. If she sees you, she won't shut up about it for months..."

"I can leave."

Aubrey shot up, hands either side of Vlad's waist.

"No. I want to know if you can forgive me. I've been selfish, a bitch. I promised this wouldn't be once. I lied. I hate liars, yet I lied. I'm really sorry."

Laying back down, head nestled comfortably on new pillows, man's svelte form glided next to hers, like graceful stream.

"We could give her something to talk about, and, of course. I forgive you."

Man's smile was ridiculously handsome. Aubrey 'pshhed' at first part of his reply.

"Seeing me naked would make her drop dead, stone cold, rigor mortis on my carpet..."

"Seeing me, the way I am now, the predicament?"

"Well, if you want to screw her, I am fine with that. I don't think I can do anything, right now. Bit achy, bloody starving, and eyeing the large jar of peanut butter in the cupboard..."

Eyeing his 'present,' Vlad decided he'd assist himself, knowing Aubrey's hedonistic tendencies would stop her getting up, pushing back against him, length of spine, curvature pressing issue, urging it onward, snake coiled, hissing gaudily, getting its way.

Woman didn't cease her attempts to shatter man, make him fall apart, Dragon bellowing, hot breath may well have been flames up her spine, scorching temperature incredibly enticing.

It wasn't long until she was a top him, all with the knowledge of who he was prompting dirty, victorious smirk, clearly underestimating her skill.

Vlad was right.

Of course he was.

***

'Smug bastard, prick, arsehole, Ye Old English, top and tails nonsense...

But, please, for the love of everything naughty, fattening, do not stop.

I no longer care if anyone judges me. Fuck me like you mean it.'

***

Unspoken plea didn't need to be voiced, Vlad already knew, doing just as she didn't ask.

He read her like book, irony hilarious.

Zero complaints, reviews great, well received...

Why did she forget how this felt? Why did she let herself forget?

Forgetting him was impossible.

He'd, inevitably move on, at some point. That was fine.

So long as he met her needs, and she met his, situation would remain the same.

Easily the best Christmas she'd had in years...