I walk into the bathroom on shaky legs. Having to brace myself against the wall, I take a deep breath. I was not expecting a wake up call quite like that. It baffles me just how good he is in bed. I'm excited to see more of what he can do, really. But for now, I desperately need a shower. After a night of the best sex of my life, then being eaten out earlier, I'm covered in sweat.
I turn the water in the shower on warm, not needing to get over heated this early in the morning. I'm already naked, so as soon as the water is to temperature, I step in. Quickly lathering up, I wash my hair, then scrub my whole body.
A few minutes later, I turn off the water and step out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around me, I step into the bedroom. Cam isn't here yet, so he must still be cooking. Come to think of it, whatever he's making smells amazing. My stomach growls and for some strange reason, my chest gets tight. Not like a panic attack, but more like a pulling sensation. I felt it earlier too, when I had bitten Cam. I'll have to ask him about it later. The last thing I need is heart issues!
Getting my mind back on track, I walk into the closet. Hmm what to wear today? A lightbulb in my head goes off. I have the perfect idea. Grabbing a specific t-shirt off the rack, I step back into the room and grab a fresh pair of yoga pants and underwear from my dresser.
I quickly get dressed. Huh, Cam isn't done yet, but I still smell the food. What's he making today? Oh well, I'll find out soon anyway. I use my towel to dry my hair, then go back to the bathroom to moisturize and all that fun stuff. It's not something I usually do, but it's been a week since I've treated my face with anything.
Finishing up, I sit back on the bed with my legs crossed. They were still shaky even after walking around. Damn, Cameron was too good at doing that. I'm going to have to build up an immunity to his charms if I'm going to survive. I chuckle at my own thoughts, but it's kind of true. We're bonded now. if he have sex like that all the time, I'm going to be bedridden in no time. As I think about it, Cam comes back into the bedroom, carrying a tray, a sweet smell wafting from it. Mmm, I've got to admit it, my man can cook. Wow, that thought catches me off guard. When did I start thinking of him as mine?
He's got a big smile on his face, clearly pleased himself. As he sets it on the bed, I look over to see what he made. In front of me is two plates of fluffy french toast with powdered sugar on top, and then there's a big bowl in the middle of a medley of chopped fruit. My mouth starts to water.
"Jeez Cam, were you a chef at one point?"
With a chuckle, he says, "Well I did spend some time in France as a young adult. I've experimented a bit with my professions."
" Hmm, a man of many hats, I see. Apparently also a man of many DC shirts. I mean really?" I raise an eyebrow at him, a smirk on my face.
As he sits on the bed to join me for breakfast, Cam pretends to be offended. "Excuse me, how dare you? Here I am, making you breakfast, and you have the audacity to wear a Captain America t-shirt? That's a big taboo in this house."
I can't help but to laugh. He had a point. "Fine then, lets settle a few things. Xbox or Playstation?"
He answers immediately, " Playstation, of course."
"Ew, trash. Okay, Coke or Pepsi?"
"Pepsi "
" Oh my gosh! Do you have any taste at all? Coke, of course."
He laughs at my jab. " If I had no taste, I wouldn't be with you." He places a hand under my chin and pulls me into a kiss.
When Cam releases me from the brief but wonderful kiss, I ask him my last question. " Final chance, Maurchan or Top Ramen?"
He looks disgusted by the question. " Maurchan, what kind of question is that?"
" Finally! You win one of the questions, congratulations, we may stay together." I smile, the sarcasm evident in my voice.
It's Cam's turn to laugh. As he's laughing, I feel that pressure in my chest again. It's not too heavy, but it's there. Should I go ahead and ask him? If he doesn't know, he might have to call that ass Lawrence over. That's the last thing I want right now, but if this is a problem, it needs to be solved.
I take a bite of my food, using it as an excuse to think for a second. How should I phrase this without worrying him?
"Terra, there's something I'd like to talk to you about." Turning to look at Cam, he has a semi-serious look on his face. This can't be good.
Swallowing my food before I talk, I ask, "What's up hun?"
Taking a breath, he starts, "There are a few things you need to know now that we're bonded." Oh boy, what did I miss now? Being so new at being a vampire sucks. Continuing, he says, "To a vampire, their mate is very important, so over the centuries, we've developed certain senses to help us keep them safe. For example, have you felt a kind of pain or pressure on your chest, like a stone sitting on your heart?" Looks like he's beating me to the punch. I nod, not wanting to interrupt. "Good. That sensation is there to let you know that your mate is near, or how far away they may be. The lighter it is, the closer. The heavier it is, the farther away they are. You'll also experience what I'm feeling as our bond strengthens. Whether I'm happy, sad, angry or even if I'm in danger. It's hard to explain how those will feel, not having been bonded before, but I've hear from others that it's like a taste almost."
Well, this all explains a lot. But I've got a feeling there's more to it. "Is there anything else, Cam," I ask.
A slight blush burns across his cheeks. He takes a moment before he answers. " Well, again, I'm not sure of everything or exact details, but there is one other thing I've been heard. Sometimes, with the newly bonded, if you're away from your mate for too long, you develop a great, burning desire to be with them in a sexual sense. The theory I've heard is that being together helps to strengthen the bond itself.
I see. So I have that to look forward to when Cam goes back to work. That'll be interesting, for sure. "Well then, with that out of the way, why don't we eat before the food gets too cold and soggy," I say with a smile. Cam returns the gesture, leaning in for a quick kiss, then starts on his meal. I follow suit, digging in to the delicious breakfast in bed that my wonderful new mate made me. I'll be frank though, this is going to take a lot of getting used to. What am I going to do when he goes back to work?