Love in the cold is good

Love in the cold is good
Rebeca

Between one meeting and another I had, I saw Noah talking on the cell phone with someone I didn't suspect knew who it was. It was funny how he, who was on vacation, seemed to be busier than me. I even laughed when he realized I was trying to listen to his conversation and started speaking in Japanese. It was really funny.

We had been in the land of the rising sun for four days, which seemed to be on vacation, because the intense cold caught us by surprise, and my destined partner still didn't talk to me. Although she showed up on the second day with two beautiful coats bought there. The lack of communication, however, didn't affect her sexual appetite. He consumed me every night and I couldn't even complain because I anxiously awaited his touch. I was tired of asking to schedule him and hearing the same answer. I was getting irritated with this and, tonight, I was going to turn the tables. As usual, when he lay down on our bed, he pulled me by the waist and started sucking on my neck where he had left his mark. I resisted so as not to moan and tried to pull away. The cold called for two bodies together and I was making an effort not to give in to him. Furthermore, his skin on mine sent electric shocks throughout my body.
“Noah, what do you want to do to stop treating me like this and start talking to me again? I swear I’ll do anything, I don’t want to be like this anymore, I won’t have sex with you either, if we continue not talking to each other.” He raised an eyebrow and looked at me: “Are you sure about that?”, he asked me. “Yes, I answered.”

“First, I want to be treated as your partner, to be included in all your decisions, no matter how bad they are. I want to know what, when, where and why, in everything in your life. Nothing hidden anymore.”
“Just like you started speaking in Japanese so I wouldn’t understand what you were discussing on the phone?” “No, that was payback for you to taste what I feel when you don’t tell me what you’re going to do.”
“Okay, and what else?” I could handle the first demand just fine. “I want to know how your mother died, how you met this vampire, and what you know about him so I can help you kill him, Rebeca.”
I froze. “I… I don’t know if I’m ready to tell anyone about this,” I replied.
No one knew how things had gotten to the point where my mother was beheaded. I started to cry.

Noah

I had to hug her, I should have known that this was an unhealed wound, but her difficulty in talking about it wasn’t just because of pain, was it? Something else had happened and I needed to know. Did someone hurt her? I was going to kill the bastard who caused her pain anyway, but there seemed to be more to the story. “Love, tell me, I’m with you on this. I’m going to kill whoever he is, so I better be angry with the person responsible for the premature death of my partner’s mother.”
I could feel her freeze, her hair stood on end, she swallowed hard. I looked into her eyes and they were empty, her hands were cold, my partner looked like a zombie. Where was my Rebeca? Then she said: “Let me mark you, Noah, for the love of the goddess, see for yourself what happened, I won’t be able to talk about it. It’s a trauma for me…”
I needed to understand what made her act alone, going head first into danger, without even thinking about the consequences, only then could I be a part of her life completely.”
I gave in, kissed her slowly to bring her back to me, when I felt that she responded, I deepened the kiss, gave her access to my neck. Rebeca kissed my skin, scraped her teeth, whispered in my ear in a weak voice that she loved me and bit me.
What I felt was indescribable. I loved that woman, I desired her all the time, I had an enormous protective instinct for her, but receiving her mark after so much waiting, finally completing our mating, was divine. I felt a strong energy running through my entire body and both my alpha aura and hers gained more strength. We were one, finally. I transmitted all my love to her, I wanted her that she could feel how much I was in love, even if I didn't show it every day. Impulsively, I marked her again, in the same place, so that we would have this complete memory for both of us. I licked the wound to numb her pain and kissed her.
Rebeca began to move in my heat, her body rubbing against mine, making me extremely horny, she must have been feeling it too, it seemed like a heat for both of us, as if the moon goddess had also waited for our complete consummation to grace us with an even stronger desire. We spent 24 hours making love nonstop like two hungry wolves.
I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes. I hid my face with one hand, the other on Rebeca's waist, who was now trying to stretch. I said good morning, left a kiss on her forehead and went to take a shower. She got in the shower with me. We smiled and hugged. "Are you happy?”, asking. “Yes, and you?”. “Very much, love”. I left the shower to order our coffee in the room, we were still tired from our consumption.
I put on a robe and took hers, bringing her to my lap. I waited for her to dry her hair, while I kissed the back of her neck.
Our coffee arrived and we ate in silence, the time to talk was approaching.
When I took the tray out of the room, she quickly dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, I could see that she was feeling uncomfortable. I also got dressed, putting on my boxers, shorts and a T-shirt. There was a disturbing silence. I sat calmly next to her on the bed, she hugged a pillow. I looked into her eyes and took the initiative, give me your hand, close your eyes and open your heart to me.