Monthly Bonus Content #2—'Soaked Through' (Morgan Spring Scenario Special) (Patreon)

It starts with a gentle mist of fine rain that coats us completely. As I glance over at Morgan, her skin almost seems to sparkle in the sun that shines stalwartly against the threat of the storm clouds beginning to slice across it.

But it doesn’t take long for the drops to turn heavy and pelt down on us like bullets as a gloomy darkness overtakes the sky.

Soon the grass beneath our feet is like a quagmire, and we squelch across it on our slow trudge back to the warehouse from the clearing where we’d been training.

“Wonderful…” I groan, wiping the wetness covering my forehead as though it will help any.

Morgan gives a deep chuckle. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

I look over my shoulder back at her to find an unexpected smile slide across her lips. I pause and examine her. Her body is relaxed, her breaths easy, and she seems completely unbothered by the fact her clothes are clinging to her…revealing every toned muscle and curved line of her body.

Clearing my throat, I meet her gaze again.

She tilts her head, the smile curving into a smirk. “Seems like you’re enjoying it more now, sweetheart/handsome.”

“I was just thinking that you look the most relaxed I’ve seen you in a long time,” I state with a roll of my eyes as her focus enjoys a slow roam over my own soaked clothing in much the same way I had with her.

But she eventually takes the change of conversation. “It’s easier in the storm.”

Our words seem to be soaked by the hammering rain, so I step closer. “Why?”

“It overtakes everything else,” she explains, holding out a hand so as raindrops splash against her palm. “The storm is the only thing I can feel. It’s almost as much relief as yo—” Her words stammer to a halt as she frowns, seeming confused at her own statement.

“As what?”

Her hand drops back to her side. “As you give me.”

I blink at the blunt words. “…I what?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she calls with a shake of her head. Thunder rumbles around us. “All I know is that a storm overpowers everything else, and for a little while, I can finally get some peace.”

Small droplets of rain trickle down from the canopy above, creating a chill stream down my back, and I wrap my arms around myself. “I’ve never thought of a storm as something peaceful.”

“Really? Must be because vampires can sense more of it,” she suggests with a slight shrug. “Close your eyes.”

I lift a brow.

“Don’t trust me, sweetheart/handsome?” Her top lip lifts into a smirk that reveals the tip of a sharp fang, which doesn’t help with me wanting to fulfil her request.

But I take a breath and shut my eyes. “Why am I doing this?”

“Because I like having you at my mercy,” she purrs.

I crack an eye open to see her only a few inches away.

Her smirk remains. “I’m just joking. Close your damn eyes.”

I do so without hesitation.

My heart skips in my chest as her fingertips trace along my forearm.

“It’s easier to get a sense of how we feel when one of your senses is dulled. Take away sight, and hopefully your other senses will heighten to compensate,” she murmurs, her voice like a warm wave across my rain-soaked skin.

I shiver.

“Seems like it’s working,” she whispers in my ear, making my throat clench. “Just…focus on the storm.”

It seems like an impossible task as I can sense her presence so close, wanting to consume my every thought, but I do my best.

The drops of rain against stone are like a chiming melody as I really focus on it. And the wonderfully fresh, crisp smell of the wettened earth sinks through me. A flash of lightning glows in front of my closed eyelids, sending a slight heightened prickle to dance across me.

But the storm is almost forgotten as her fingers continue their wandering up my arms, and my concentration almost snaps.

“Everything is better in a storm,” she states.

“Everything?” I can’t help but ask.

She doesn’t reply, but her thumb traces across my lips in asking.

My brain seems to struggle to catch up with my motions, but I finally manage to give a slight nod of my head.

Her thumb is replaced by her lips, gently teasing as they brush mine. My tongue licks at my bottom lip to taste her as she draws away. It’s only a second before she presses them on mine again.

I’m not sure if the moan is mine or hers, but it’s lost within the sudden urgency of our kiss. And I can feel it everywhere. My body seems to shimmer with the heat and pleasure of it. My nerves fire faster than the lightning flashing around us.

When she pulls back, my breath whooshes out of me as I peel open my eyes.

Morgan is gazing at me when I do.

My senses seem to kick up a notch even higher as I meet her piercing grey eyes, my heart thumping an erratic dance against my ribs, and my breaths short as though not wanting to break this silent moment.

“See what I mean?” she asks in a surprisingly breathless tone.

I swallow thickly. “Yeah, I think I do.”

It takes me a good few seconds before I can get my body to move again.

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Yes…if I can get a Twilight reference in, I will, hehe ;D