He returned to the bedroom, leaning against the bureau and taking another swig from the bottle as he looked upon the appealing little morsel laid out on the bed...glaring at him.
"I am so gonna get you for this," she growled, trying to press herself upwards with her wings. "This is cruel and unusual punishment - well, cruel anyway."
"Oh, you're getting a great meal off me and you know it," he replied, grinning darkly as he set the bottle back down and returned to the bed. He suddenly slid his hands beneath her and flipped her onto her stomach, then slowly began to strip. She had almost made it onto her knees when he crawled onto the bed and grabbed her hips.
Leaning over her, he whispered, "You said something about finishing this?"
And with no more warning that that, he slammed roughly into her. A not entirely unpleased wail broke from her throat as her head fell towards the bed with no way of catching herself. She was caught, however, as he grabbed a couple of handfuls of hair and pulled her back up.
"Hey!" she yelped, then groaned as he wrapped one arm around her middle and doubled the speed of his thrusts. "Oh gods..."
Davy buried his face against the back of her neck, feeling her body heat with the blush of an onrushing climax. His grip on her hair tightened with the rest of his body as his own finish started to build.
"Da-a-a-vy," she gasped, fingers clenching into fists. "I'm... oh gods... Davy..."
"Iolanthe," he ground out, clasping her roughly as his body stiffened against her. They came together, screaming their pleasure to the world at large. And their cries were echoed by a shriller voice from the next room.
"I take it back," Iolanthe muttered into the bed from beneath Davy's weight. The vampire had collapsed on her and was nuzzling her hair affectionately. "That kid has great timing."
* * * *
"Oh, aren't you the cutest lil' snooky-wooky pookums?!?"
Davy and Iolanthe exchanged pained glances as the incubus Belamy held his little newborn close to his face and gurgled incomprehensibly. The mother sire and his child looked remarkably alike. Both had hair the color of bluebonnets and matching wings, though the baby's was much smaller than his momma/daddy's and were folded tight to her little back. Although a newborn, the little succubus was the size of a two-year-old. She had hair to her tiny ankles, which Belamy had braided to keep it out of the way. There were two little nubs on her forehead where horns would eventually break through. She had an adorably chubby face that the couple had "aww"ed over for nearly an hour after her birth. Belamy had her dressed in a baby midriff top and skirt. It looked a lot like the ankle-length blue skirt and shirt knotted at his waist that he wore. Granted, the child wasn't wearing hoop earrings, a fortune in rings and tons of gaudy necklaces...
"I can't believe I missed her birth!" Belamy wailed, pressing one perfectly manicured hand to his forehead dramatically. "I'm such a horrible mother. I missed my firstborn's hatching! But I couldn't take her to Vegas with me. None of the other girls know what I am."
"I know, Bel," Iolanthe said tiredly, rubbing her forehead between her horns. "Look, you must have had an awful trip back. Why don't you go on home and show, um... the baby her new home. What are you naming her, anyway?"
"Bliss," Belamy said, his delicate face beaming with pride as he jiggled the baby on his knee. "Oh, all the boys and girls will be after her in a year. Just like her mommy! Because you're Mommy's beautiful little darling, aren't you? Aren't you? Yes you are! Yes you are!"
Bliss squealed in delight and grabbed the corkscrew curls on each side of Belamy's face, giving them a tug. Then she patted his cheeks, making Belamy jerk out of reach with a disapproving frown.
"No no no, dumpling. No messing up Mommy's make-up. And I think we should go home and let Auntie Iolanthe and her pretty young beau get some well-earned sleep."
Iolanthe walked the two to the door, cooing one last time at little Bliss and giving Belamy a smacking kiss on the cheek before shoving both out and slamming the door after them. She leaned against it with a melodramatic sigh and grinned at Davy.
"I am never baby-sitting again, Davy," she said, shaking her head. "And if I do, it won't be egg-sitting. Too hard on the nerves."
"Tell me about it," he groaned, holding his head. "Oh man... I don't know what Haven had that particular 'vintage' on, but I'm starting to come down now."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. Look, about tonight - "
"Don't worry about it," Iolanthe said dismissively, dimpling cutely. "It was kind of neat seeing you so...wicked."
"Glad you think so. You're not going to tell Mark about this, are you?"
"Not me. You look awful, sweetie. Why don't you go hole up in the bedroom for awhile until Mark starts calling for you to get your ass into work?"
He got to his feet and wavered unsteadily towards the bedroom, catching himself against the doorframe. "Right. Thanks, Io."
"I'll be in there in a minute," she called after him. "I could use a little sleep myself."
"....'kay."
She waited until she heard him hit the mattress, then walked into the kitchen and began rummaging through the drawers. A muted "a-ha!" and a pair of handcuffs suddenly jingled in her hands.
"Tie me up, will he," she muttered darkly, stalking towards the bedroom with evil intent. "Little boy, by the time I'm through with you, you will be nothing but a mass of vampire-flavored Jell-O!"
A few minutes later...
"Oh, gods, Io! NO! I've gotta work tomorrow!"
"Too damn bad, hornball. You should have thought about that!"
"Mine was revenge!"
"So is this!"
"But - Io, give me the key. I said - hey! Come on, I'm serious here! I-I've got a headache, I've got a headache! Oh... dammit."
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
