MJOLNIR'S HAND
Martin snapped awake this time, even the cool air of their quarters on MJOLNIR'S HAND not removing the cold sweat that poured from his chest and forehead. His eyes were wide and fully changed; his fangs extended to their full length. He could hear the alarm of the communications chime on the table next to their bed but he ignored it completely as his senses reached out for Aricia.
"Beloved!" Aricia's voice gasped from beside him and his head snapped around instantly at the tone of her voice. She huddled on the bed, the sheets wrapped around her, the remnants of the cold sweat still in sight as drops of sweat rolled down her face, and between the deep valley formed by her breasts. Her azure blue eyes were also changed and her fangs fully extended.
