A Hunters Touch

Pairings: Michael and Jae
Rating: R, AU, M/F, OOC

Side notes: This story is told in Jae's POV and it is slightly out of character for both. It was done in response to request by Gothis. Hope ya like it. ^_^;

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I was sitting in a white wicker chair out on the balcony of a 14 story high rise in uptown Manhattan. It was my best friends rented place and I had been here for the summer to watch over it for her. She was returning tomorrow so I only had one more peaceful night by myself before the circus arrived again. I loved her dearly, but sometimes she could be a real loose nut. I smiled to myself after thinking that.

The sun was beginning to set with a very brilliant orange glow; I sighed quietly as the wind began to blow through my hair, listening to the traffic below. The constant wails of sirens in the distance, were no doubt heading to another homicide, robbery, or whatever else that this grand city could muster, as well as distant voices and laughter, just barely audible, could be heard as the night life of the city began to unfold. Still, I thanked no one in particular for being so far up from the streets below.

Basking in the now dying light of a busy day that saw me finishing up my packing suitcases. In my work, I do exclusive paintings for regular everyday people as well as those of high importance, but since I had the rare time off, I had agreed to do this favor for her. Also, my being a University student, on summer break, didn't hurt the matter either. No classes to attend.

I grinned to myself closing my eyes just as another strong breeze blew through me and settled, it seemed, inside my body. I reluctantly shivered at it's un-expected presence. The night was coming fast and the lights began to flicker their way on to greet it. My stay here had been very exciting, but I had to admit that I was somewhat ready to go back home to the peace and quiet of the countryside.

For some reason I decided that I needed a drink, which is something that I rarely do. I stood up from where I sat, then went inside. I have always loved the sound of quiet nights, but being in a metropolis like New York, kind of takes away from that serenity. I poured a semi-weak drink and decided against going back out into the noisy sounds of the city and instead went to the hall bathroom and drew hot water for a nice bubble bath.

I longed for the feeling of the bubbles against my skin. It is a luxury that I don't use very often. I reached over to a portable stereo that sat off to the right of the bathtub on a small wide ledge, and turned the power on then switched the CD player on. Silence greeted me at first, then a soft, subtle and very feeling song, that I'd never heard of before, greeted my ears as I stepped into the tub leaning back against the cold hard surface. Obviously one of my friend's favorite music groups.

The melody of it was very dark and haunting, which strangely reminded me of one time when I was at a private painting session that Mel had set up for me. I had found myself wandering un-ending hallways and steep stairways only to get lost on several occasions. The most recent time when I was at this huge mansion to do a portrait painting of someone and I got lost going through the seemingly endless hallway maze. I met this tall young man with short dark hair, I remembered feeling like an idiot for even being in a part of the home I had no business in. He ended up helping me get to where I needed to be and the remainder of the weekend I was scheduled to be there, went off without any other problems.

That was until I met the man I was supposed to do the painting for. When I first saw him, I felt an odd attraction to him instantly. Which was a bit weird considering that I didn't even know the guy, let alone cared to. I was just there to do a school project as it was for a grade. Besides, dating or whatever was the least of my concerns at the time. I didn't find it necessary. Give me paint brushes and canvas to work with, and I am a happy camper.

I discovered his name was Michael, by pure accident. That was what the young woman who brought in refreshments, had called him. The sound of it floated around me like a thick heavy fog. Enticing, yes, but like I said, I didn't find it necessary to go any further with the attraction. That was the only time I remembered seeing him the whole time I was there in Europe. Thinking back on it now, I was beginning to wish I had of gotten to know him at least little better. He was a personal subject after all. I slowly sat up in the water and lit several candles that were spread out around the ceramic surface and closed my eyes once more then relaxed and listened as another song with a faster beat poured through the speakers.

As the music played on, I found my thoughts wandering back to Michael and wondered why I was once again thinking of him, that meeting was several years ago. Sighing to myself, I let the bubbles caress my skin, strangely imagining that it was his fingers running across me. Of all things or people that I have tried to forget, he was not one of them. And for some weird reason, I could actually see his face as clearly as if he was standing in the same room with me.

At that instant, my eyes shot open and I looked around nervously. Only to find that I indeed was alone. A soft sigh of relief escaped my lips after the false warning signals dissipated and I began to relax and decided to lay back again. I must have faded into a sound sleep, because when I awoke again the CD player and stereo were both off and I know that it wasn't me who did it.

I cautiously stood up in the tub then grabbed a big beach like towel and stepped out while wrapping it around me. Wandering out into the hallway, I padded straight to the guest room and stopped in my tracks. Something wasn't right here. The bedside lamp was on and I hadn't even been in here, since I had completed my packing earlier in the day.

Puzzled by this, I took out a pair of shorts and top to wear for bed and put them on, all the while still studying the lamp. I finally shrugged it off thinking that maybe it was on one of those timers that turn on at dusk and go off in the morning. I climbed in bed and got settled. Once comfortable, I turned the lamp back off and laid there in silence. Somewhere in the distance, sirens were sounding again and I wondered how Melissa could possibly sleep through it. Smirking a little I turned over on my right side and soon after fell asleep.

Sometime later, I had the weirdest sensation I wasn't alone in the room. It's one of those unmistakable invasion of privacy feelings you get when it happens. I propped myself up on my elbow then called out. "Hello? Who's there?" There wasn't any answer. "Mel? Is that you?" I waited hoping that it was and that she didn't want to wake me. Still nothing, except soft footfalls on the carpet. I tensed. Someone was in there with me and it wasn't my best friend.

I reached up and turned the light on and almost screamed. Michael stood beside the bed looking down at me. First thing I said was. "You scared the crap out of me." Then followed it with. "How did you get in here?"

He smiled a little then answered in a matter of fact tone. "I just came in." Well, that was great. Some secure place this was. I rubbed my eyes then sat up fully, when he sat down on the bed. He looked at me then replied. "I didn't mean to frighten you, Miss Jae. I just wanted to see you again."

"Don't worry about it. I enjoy being frightened out of my mind at," I looked over at the clock. "2 in the morning. Why now after all the time of not hearing from me?"

He just looked at me in silence. I hated when he did that. It made me feel an inch tall every time. Finally he answered. "I just wanted be with you, to be close to you. That is all I have ever wanted, but being who and what I am makes it difficult for me to do."

I sighed quietly and leaned back against the head board. Folding my hands I asked. "Why did you really come to see me, Michael?"

"Because I wanted to apologize for the way I acted when we first met. I didn't want to admit my feelings for you, myself or anyone else. I don't like getting attached to people; they only end up getting hurt in the end."

I touched his arm with my left hand then said. "I've learned to never take things personally; most of the time it ends up being miscommunication. Which is usually my fault. But, you fascinated me from the get-go. Although I had a hard time admitting that to myself. You were my first real-life meeting with a vampire. In an odd way I felt privileged."

Michael smiled a little then looked at me and asked touching my cheek. "Do you still feel that way now?"

I only nodded in response to his question. He cautiously leaned towards me and carefully kissed me. I felt my head swimming with the erotic way he was tugging on my tongue. When he broke the kiss, he lowered his head towards my neck and shoulder and all I chose to do was allow my fingers to slowly move across his back. I soon felt a slight stinging sensation and temporarily tensed up. I remembered hoping that this wasn't a dream. Michael held me to him gently, but firmly as I felt my strength weakening a little.

When he moved back up to me he whispered against my lips. "Delicious." and took my mouth without any hesitation, causing me to moan at the sudden advance. In spite of my situation, I fully gave into his gentle kiss and welcomed him into a full embrace of my own. After he broke the moment we shared, he slowly moved down my body and carefully removed the night shorts I had on then asked before going any further. "May I make love to you, Miss Jae?"

My heart leapt into my throat at the mere mention of it. I didn't trust my voice so I chose to simply nod yes. He slowly removed my panties and I gasped when the cool air of the apartment swept across my exposed flesh. The chill was soon replaced by the semi-warmth of his body and the scorching feel of his fingers as they traced a path from my breasts to my stomach and that alone made me squirm slightly. I really have no clue when he had undressed himself, but he was now. I wanted so much to close my eyes, but the whisper of his voice kept me from doing so. "Look at me Miss Jae." So I did.

His long blond hair fell around him like a white silky sheet and those dark eyes seemed to want to pierce my soul. He was absolutely gorgeous and I had always thought so, but never once let it be known aloud. Michael lifted my hips and positioned himself to enter. I honestly couldn't believe this was even happening. I reached my hands down and slowly raked my nails along his arms coaxing a soft sigh from him. I moaned lightly as he took his time slowly moving himself in and out of me and it felt like I was on fire, with the sensuous assault that he was giving. My own thoughts of the moment prior had long since evaporated.

I found myself moving in time with him as his slow movements began bordering on the edge of extreme eroticism. I shifted slightly allowing my hips to relax even more welcoming him fully inside of me. The feeling can be likened to floating on air, at least that is how I can best explain it. Because it was like no ground of any kind existed beneath us. Michael took my hands into his and pulled me onto his lap then carefully guided me down until I was comfortably positioned on him. As I slowly moved myself in a rocking motion, I wrapped my arms around his neck then leaned down to his lips. The moment our tongues met, again, I felt myself giving way to an unbelievable orgasm and it was strong enough that I cried out. "Ah, god, Michael!" letting it settle around me.

Holding me close to him, he buried his face within my hair and I could actually feel him shivering, just as I was. I knew then that it had happened for him as well. I smiled softly and hid it by holding him as close as I possibly could. Neither of us moved. We were more than likely, afraid to. Once the intense ripples finally subsided he laid me down on the bed and slowly removed himself then grabbed the comforter from below and pulled it up around us then laid down. I sighed contently as he wrapped his right arm around my waist carefully pulling me closer to him.

We spent the remainder of the night entwined within each others arms. Not talking. It was like words weren't even needed and the feeling of him pressed against my back, seemed natural. At some point, I ended up falling asleep in his arms. The next morning, the alarm clock awoke me. I had forgotten I'd set it. Sitting up, I noticed that I was alone, and dressed. "What the hell? There was no way that was a dream." I stated looking at my night clothes, like they were alien to me.

I climbed from bed searching the room for any signs of Michael, but found none. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "It was a dream them. Very real. But still a dream." I blushed heavily and quickly went for a shower. By the time I finished in the bathroom and dressed, it was time to go pick up Melissa from the airport. I headed for the kitchen in search of coffee and was stunned to see it on and full. I stopped dead still. Who had set that? I know I didn't, I went to bed early last night.

Cautiously walking over to it, I studied it then laughed. "I must have set it without realizing it. Stop already, Jae. Michael wasn't here last night. It was a dream. Remember?"

I could have made myself believe it if I hadn't of heard his voice behind me from the living room. "I made it for you."

I spun around and saw him leaning over the counter that separated the living area from where I was. I stated with a nervous laugh. "I thought last night was a dream."

Shaking his head no, he walked over to me then lifted my chin and replied. "No dream. It was real. All of it."

I smiled touching his face gently then said. "I am so glad. Because I thought I was losing my mind." He only smiled in reply.


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