We all laughed and I said, "fail!"

"So why four beds?" Bette asked when the laughter died down. Now I knew she was avoiding talking about her earlier discovery cause she had averted her gaze.

"Well, on Carmen’s 21st birthday we’re gonna convert her and Shane," I said.

"Yeah, they’ve been volunteers since they hooked up two years ago," Dana said, "Shane was 21 and Carmen was 18."

"Shane didn’t want to convert until Carmen was 21, that’s the age she wants to stay for eternity," I said.

"Oh so where do I sleep?" Bette asked.

"Well Carmen and Shane sleep together," I said, "we only got the fourth bed in case they broke up or got in a fight or something."

"Oh okay," Bette said taking the bed closest to mine.

Oh she was playing with fire now.

"Um I’m gonna hunt a bear, I lost a lot of blood," Dana said sensing the tension. I gave her an appreciative nod as she scrambled out of the room.

"So.." I stalled sitting down on my bed.

"The scent you were talking about," Bette started, our eyes locked, "is that why you converted me?"

"I couldn’t let you die," I said, "I swear I didn’t take your humanity because of selfish reasons or…"

"Tina," Bette interrupted putting her hand on my knee.

Oh that was a mistake.

It was like an overwhelming force of gravity pulling us together. Bette let out a growl as she crashed her lips against mine pushing me down onto the mattress.

The kiss was frantic our tongues once again meeting in that passionate tango.

We moaned into the kiss breathing heavily. My hands roamed over her back while hers were next to my head, holding her body over me.

We started grinding into each other desperately, our moans getting louder, our bodies building a sweat.
I moved my hands to unbutton her white blouse which still had remnants of her human blood. Her hands were more shaky fidgetting nervously with the buttons of my shirt, while I unbuttoned hers with ease.

"I’m never this nervous," Bette whispered.

I smiled at her and unbuttoned my own shirt, "I have centuries of control mastering, but I’ve never been so nervous in my entire existence."

Bette smiled widely at me as I popped open the final button on my shirt.

My hands slipped under her shirt pushing the garment off her shoulders. I moaned when I felt her burning hot skin under my hands and her breathing was picking up.

"Oh my God," I moaned moving my hand from her throat, to the valley in between her breasts, to her stomach, then lower…lower…