~****~

Michelle looked over Dmitri’s home from his window, wondering how on Earth he managed to get her to come with him.  All she knew is that he started talking, saying something about Mandy covering her work load--a fact Michelle would be protesting as soon as she saw her friend--and then she was nodding at him, staring at his full mouth more than hearing the words through the blood rushing through her head.   

Before she knew it, she was in his car being brought to his home.  No matter how many times she played that scenario in her fantasies, her being sick had never been a factor.  It was almost humiliating, him seeing her like this.  He was lycan.  He was so strong, immortal.  And here was a big red flag waving, saying, ‘Here, look at the mortal woman, she’s weak, she’s sickly, you can do better!’ 

Swallowing, she looked up at the sky.  It was late afternoon yet.  Michelle moved to push open her car door.  She shouldn’t be here.  Just Dmitri’s nearness was torture and now she was going to be staying with him?  It didn’t make sense.  She should be staying with Mandy, if anyone. 

Dmitri ran around the car before she could get out and lifted her up into his arms. Michelle protested as he bounced her more securely into his hold. “I can walk.” 

“Then why did they wheel you out in a wheel chair?” Dmitri asked. 

“Cause they’re stupid,” Michelle grumbled.  “Everyone is overreacting.” 

“The doctor said--” 

Feeling a lecture, Michelle interrupted. “The doctor’s always say something, but just ask them what’s wrong with me.  You’ll hear silence.” 

Dmitri was quiet. 

~****~

Michelle knew living with Dmitri was going to be hard, but she didn’t think it would be so hard so fast.  It didn’t help that he gave her his bed that first night.  She’d laughed, asking what happened to the round bed he had last time she’d been over, the night she’d passed out and woke up thinking she’d been abducted by aliens. He confessed to being in the middle of redecorating.  She liked the new, four poster bed better.  It felt older and suited Dmitri more. 

Being the gentleman he was—sometimes--Dmitri slept on the couch while she slept on the bed. Well, ‘slept’ was an overstatement. She’d lain awake surrounded by Dmitri’s smell on the grey silk sheets until she thought she’d explode with lust.  Once, she almost crawled out of bed and attacked him.  Only the fact that she was exhausted kept her from following the impulse. 

The bed was bad enough, but it seemed no one had her apartment key and so she didn’t have any clothes. Brian had taken it with him when he left and she knew there was no way for her to get a hold of him.  Her super wasn’t answering his phone either. Without clothes, she had to borrow Dmitri’s.  Somehow, wearing his pajama pants and t-shirts made her horny as all hell.  Ok, it was Dmitri that was making her horny.   

“Would you like dinner?” Dmitri asked. Michelle jumped, nearly coming out of her skin as he walked in.  She’d been staring at his big screed TV from his leather couch, not seeing the show as she imagined… Ok, she couldn’t go into what she imagined with him standing before her.  He carried grocery bags. 

“Oh, hey, you’re letting me stay here. The least I can do is take care of dinner,” Michelle said, standing.  Dmitri smiled and carried the grocery bags to the kitchen.  

His place really was big--lots of space.  She liked it.  His bathroom had a huge corner shower with bench seats, a whirlpool tub set into the floor--it was too cool, a large office with a bookcase full of books.  Now, that had surprised her.  She hadn’t figured him for the reading type.  Now, the big screen TV she could see, being that he was all about the sports.  I mean, who had a TV and accessories that required five remotes?  Michelle was scared to turn the channel. 

Grabbing the phone, Michelle began to dial, having long ago memorized all the delivery numbers.   

“Pauly’s,” a voice said. 

“Hey, Paul, it’s Michelle Pillow,” Michelle said. 

“Hey, chicky, what can I get for you?  The special?” 

“No, actually, I need food for two.  How about chicken primavera, garlic bread, some of those cherry filled thingies, and… that should do it.”  Michelle walked to the kitchen. 

“Who you talking to?” Dmitri asked. 

“I’m making dinner,” Michelle said.  “What’s the address here?” 

“What are you doing?” Dmitri asked, frowning. 

“Cooking,” Michelle said, looking confused. 

“On the phone?” 

Michelle laughed. “Oh, yeah, take out, sorry.  It’s the only way I cook.” 

“Would you like this on your tab?” Paul asked. 

“Yeah, my tab’s fine,” Michelle answered, before looking at Dmitri.  She covered the phone with her hand.  “Do you have dishes or do we need to have them bring plastic ware?” 

“You have a tab? How often do you eat out?” Dmitri asked. 

“Every meal, well except when I make a peanut butter sandwich,” Michelle answered. “We need plastic ware?” 

“Uh, no,” Dmitri said. 

“No, Paul, actually, yes Paul, give me the plastic.  No dishes tonight,” Michelle said.  Looking at Dmitri she asked, “Address?” 

Dmitri gave it to her and she repeated it.  When she hung up the phone, he said, “I bought stuff to cook.” 

“Oh, cook, cook?  I can’t,” Michelle said.  “I mean, I burn water.  I burn pans.  I burn--” 

“I get point,” Dmitri chuckled and ran his hand through his hair.  He really did look sexy standing in the kitchen.  He wore loose blue jeans and a blue shirt.  The color did something sexy to his gray eyes. “But, I meant I was going to cook for you.”

“Oh,” she said. “Wow.” 

“Wow?” Dmitri’s voice dipped and he took a step towards her.   

Michelle shivered.  The lust, which hadn’t really left her, came back full force.  Oh, living here was such a bad idea.  Did he know he was that sexy? Did he look like that on purpose?  And how in the hell did she date him and not jump his bones.  Nothing like a near death experience to put things in perspective.  She wanted to seduce him.  Her stomach growled and she thought, food first, seduce Dmitri later. 

~****~

Dmitri watched Michelle eating.  It was all he could not to jump on top of her. Damn, she looked sexy in his clothing.  She’d look better out of them.  He wondered if she knew how seductive she was being. Watching her take small bites, savoring her food--argh!  A man could only take so much.   

Dmitri forced his heart to slow.  He couldn’t make a move, not right now.  She was sick.  The doctor said no stress.  Though, from what she said, the doctors didn’t seem to know much about what was wrong with her.  He wanted to get a supernatural opinion and had already made arrangements to take her into the supernatural district for an appointment with an elfin healer.  Now it was just convincing her to go.  The elves could really do so much more than the human doctors. 

Michelle made a small moaning noise as she licked her fork.  Dmitri grabbed a piece of bread and savagely tore it.  It was going to be another long night. 

~****~

            Michelle eyed Dmitri over the coffee table. He sat on the couch and she was on the chair across from him.  Dinner was about over and all her attempts at turning him on seemed to be failing.  She wasn’t giving up easily though.  She wanted him and she was determined to seduce him. Dipping her finger in sauce, she tried to look seductive as she licked it off.   

Dmitri swallowed and looked at her strangely.  “Uh?  Do you need napkin?” 

Michelle frowned.   

“They’re disposable--no washing involved.” He grinned at her. He reached over, lifting a napkin for her. 

The grin was too much.  She couldn’t take it.  A growl in her throat, she jumped over the table and tackled Dmitri onto the couch.  He tensed in surprise, but she didn’t stop. Her mouth met his, kissing him hard with all the passion in her body.  She wiggled around until she was straddling his hips.  She groaned, feeling his hard erection between his thighs.  

He wanted her. 

Michelle began tearing at his clothes, rubbing her body into his arousal, trembling as it stimulated her clit.  She nearly came just from the stimulation. 

“Michelle,” Dmitri gasped, trying to pull his mouth away.  

She didn’t listen, just moved her mouth to his throat, biting and kissing him with wild abandoned.  He tasted good, was so hot to the touch.  She loved how hot he always was, about ten degrees above her temperature.  She pulled at his shirt finding the hard muscles of his stomach.  She ground her body harder into his, riding him through his pants.  

“Ahh--hha,” Dmitri said.  He pushed her off of him and stood, breathing heavily.  “We can’t… you’re… sick.” 

To Michelle’s horror, he practically ran from her to the bathroom.  She’d been so close to climaxing just from rubbing against him.  Her heart pounded and she couldn’t remember ever feeling so alive.  And he’d stopped.  He stopped.   

He didn’t want her. 

~****~

Dmitri tore into his bathroom, trying his best to remain calm.  Great, Michelle’s finally ready to sleep with him and this happens.  It was for the best, she really was sick and he wanted her to see the supernatural healer first. 

But, this?  Did it have to be this?  God, he’d waited for so long to have her and now she was more than willing, practically attacking him--THIS!! 

Dmitri looked down at his pants in horror, beyond mortified.  He’d come in is jeans with just less than a minutes worth of dry humping.