Morian looked around her apartment, taking in everything. Her apartment was very girly and cute, with almost everything pink except her television.
"It seems like Barbie puked in here."
Delilah burst out laughing, which surprised Morian.
"You are so funny; I do like pink."
Morian sensed a spirit's presence around Delilah, and he had his suspicions after seeing the symbols on her back months ago.
"Do you want something to drink?'
"Yes, thank you."
Delilah rose and proceeded to the kitchen.
While she was gone, he concentrated his efforts on discovering who this spirit was.
While working in the kitchen, She reached into her cabinet for glasses and noticed the plant on her counter had withered. It was strange because it had been perfectly healthy earlier in the day. She pushed the dead plant out of her mind, grabbed a bottle of wine, and returned to the living room.
When she returned, she discovered Morian with his eyes closed.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, why wouldn't I be" responded Morian like a child caught doing something naughty.
"You on the other hand, you seem rather flushed, are you okay?" he replied.
"It's just that the strangest thing just happened, but never mind it's probably my mind playing tricks on me."
"No, please share what troubles you," Morian replied as she sat beside him.
He held her hand firmly communicating his support.
"It's just my plants, I could have sworn they were healthy and alive earlier today before I left for the mall, but now they have withered like they are completely dead."
"Oh dear, what a dreadful shame."
He knew he was to blame; the body he was inhabiting was fading, and it was becoming more difficult to suppress his true nature while inhabiting a human body. Plants withered around him, and animals began to die. He needed to get a handle on this problem before people died.
"It's ok, forget about it, but I do want to know more about you, especially since it's been a while since we hung out."
"It's been a while," Morian said, looking at her eyes, then her lips, then her eyes again. She blushed as she bit her bottom lip, she wanted him, and in the months following Kim's untimely death, she knew it was finally time to move on. She wasn't going to feel guilty about her feelings for the Doctor any longer; she was done pushing him away.
Morian could read her thoughts, which he had never attempted before given that it had been so long since he had seen her, he couldn't help it. He was curious if she still desired him as much as he did her. He'd waited a long time to have her all to himself. He had graciously allowed her time to mourn Kim. After all, he'd waited thousands of years; what was a few more if it meant her heart was ready for him?
Morian sipped from his wine glass, nervous; normally, he was the hunter, but Delilah's expression was that of a predator, with her prey right where she wanted him. He secretly adored it; he had never felt this emotion in his entire existence, and he had never known what it was like to be desired in this way.
"I'm glad I ran into you today; it's been a while since we got to hang out," he cleared his throat.
"Right," she kept looking at his lips as he spoke, barely paying attention to anything he said. She just wanted to rip his clothes off. But she knew Morian was an old-school gentleman, and she didn't want to give him the wrong impression about her, so she suppressed the passion that boiled beneath her skin.
"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" Delilah snapped back to reality, having missed his question because she was too preoccupied fantasizing about making love to him.
"I said do you mind showing me the tattoo on your spine, I noticed it a while ago but didn't want to be too forward."
"Sure, of course. This isn't an excuse to see me naked now, is it?"
"No, not at all, forgive me that wasn't my intention."
"Relax Morian, I'm just teasing."
His throat tightened as he cleared his throat, heat rose to his skin, and her voice alluded to things that made his heart race. His eyes were darkened and smoldering with heat as he watched her get up from the couch and began undoing her buttons. His gaze darted around her body, taking in every detail. She removed her shirt, exposing the full splendor of her breasts. He swallowed, moistening his lips as his pupil dilated. His manhood had hardened, and her body was a work of art. She smiled and noticed he was hard, just as she had intended.