Ch.22 Hearts Connected

As if the blackout and cold wind wasn't enough, it began to rain heavily. Big rain drops pelted against the different trees and plants.

Remy groaned, pulling Genevieve even closer to his body if that was possible. Genevieve chuckled in response, her small hands holding onto Remy's thin cotton shirt.

Within minutes the couple was soaked from head to toe, as they stood at the edge of the forest, waiting for their ride.

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The couple had been home for almost fifteen minutes. The house was dark, just like the whole island. Levi had brought a flashlight for the couple, because he knew Remy wouldn't have any at his house. Why should he, he did have night vision. Remy gave the flashlight to Genevieve, so she could at least take a shower.

Remy himself was already done with his hot shower, when he made his way downstairs into the spacious living room. He had had something planned for them, but due to the blackout he couldn't fulfil those plans. He was determined though to give Genevieve a romantic evening and a tiny bit of Remy therapy (on the side), before he had to inform her about the following seven days.

He pulled the vanilla scented candles from the package and placed them around the room telekinetically. After lighting each one, he pulled a few blankets from the hallway storage closet. Remy set those up in the middle of the living room building a large fort. Adding many fluffy pillows, he looked around thinking of anything else that could be done.

Remy hurried into MJ's room and grabbed the baby oil from inside her medicine cabinet. He placed that and two bottles of water inside the fort, afterwards going into the kitchen and grabbing a few fruits for his mate. He washed and cut the strawberries and put them into a small bowl, repeating the process again with the honey dew melon.

As soon as Remy heard Genevieve coming downstairs, he brought the bowls of fruit into the living room. Placing them on the small coffee table,

he waited for Genevieve.

She walked into the living room slowly, her steps timid as she glanced around the room. The many candles casted a beautiful glow across her skin and the scent of sweet vanilla drifted through her nose. Her dark brown hair rested against her shoulders, tickling the sensitive skin there. She wore a old shirt from Remy that ended just above her knees, paired with cotton shorts.

When their eyes finally met, Remy gave Genevieve a big smile, sharp fangs resting against his lips, his eyes fading from dark grey into a shiny blue.

"You didn't have to do all this." Genevieve confessed, looking around the room again, afterwards thanking Remy with a tight hug.

"I don't mind." Remy replied kissing her forehead softly.

Remy led Genevieve into the fort, everything else forgotten. It was just them for the night.

Remy could tell Genevieve was a little anxious as to what he had planned. Every few minutes she would glance at the baby oil, each time her heart rate speeding up. Remy was saving that part for last, so they ate some of the fruit and talked about their likes and dislikes, the small stuff.

But wasn't it the small things that made big impacts?

"I can't take it anymore Remy, what is the baby oil for?" Gen asked, the unknown causing her to get nervous and fidgety.

Remy chuckled. "I think we should give each other massages, not only to relax but I want you to feel comfortable in your own skin."

It was the things like that, that made Genevieve speechless and so overwhelmed with ... love.

Nodding, Genevieve scooted closer to Remy, her hands shacking a little. Not only would she bare a part of her with Remy but she would get to touch Remy too. The last part sounded more enjoyable for Genevieve even though Remy would be the one receiving the massage.

"I'll go first?" Remy asked, glad Genevieve wasn't too nervous about the idea.

Genevieve nodded once again, glancing at her mate from under her long eyelashes. It was often that Remy unconsciously made Genevieve feel shy, almost like a small school girl.

Remy pulled off his shirt, revealing his set of abs, his tattooed pecks and arms. The muscles flexed with just the smallest of movements.

The fort Remy had made was big enough for him to stretch out onto his back. His pajama pants hung loosely on his hips, his happy trail exposed, much to Genevieve's delight.

Hairy men were not her thing, but a happy trail looked sexy on almost any man.

"Aren't you going to lay on your stomach so I can get to your back?" Genevieve asked, after she snapped out of her heated thoughts about what could possibly be hidden at the end of Remy's stairway to heaven.

"I'd prefer a nice pectoral massage." Remy grinned, he wanted to keep eye contact with her when she massaged him.

"I understand." Genevieve laughed quietly.

She scooted even closer to Remy, after grabbing the baby oil. Just as she was about to apply the oil onto Remy's pale skin, he faked a cough.

"I don't think you can reach from over there." Remy started, a full blown smirk on his face. "I think it would be better if you came closer."

Remy leaned up slightly from his relaxed state and pulled a confused Genevieve onto his lower stomach. Her ass rested against his crotch, small hands on his abs.

Genevieve could feel the heat rise in her face. She had never been in such a close proximity to Remy's cock. She wiggled just a little to get comfortable, an embarrassed smile on her face when she seen the pleasure clearly on Remy's face.

Remy's large hands rested against her hips, holding her still, as his breath hitched, fangs elongating against his lips.

"M-maybe I sh-shouldn't ..." Genevieve drifted off, when she felt his semi-hard shaft underneath her.

"I'm sorry. I just need a sec and then you can proceed." He groaned out, the sweet smell of her blood adding to his desire.

Genevieve watched him silently, a small moan escaping her when Remy's hips raised just inches from the blankets.

She covered her mouth, her lower belly warming and her own breathing hitched. She couldn't believe it felt so good, just that small movement.

It was a little too much for Genevieve, she jumped up from her position and kneed next to him. She covered her face with a small pillow that laid near her.

"Baby, it's OK. Don't be embarrassed, will get there another time." Remy cooed, pulling her into a comforting hug. "Maybe, I'll just give you a back massage?"

Genevieve was unsure, but nodded anyway. She didn't want to ruin the night, they were having so much fun.

Before Genevieve took Remy's place on the floor, she bravely -although quickly pulled off her shirt and laid on her stomach.

Remy wanted to make a comment on her braveness but decided against. He took the baby oil and applied a small amount onto his hands, before slowly rubbing the cold liquid onto her smooth skin.

Remy massaged her upper back first, applying just the right amount of strength. His fingers skimmed over the hook of her black lace bra, afterwards going lower.

Remy continued to massage Genevieve, kissing down her spine once or twice. It felt really good for the both of them. Genevieve was in a world of pleasure and relaxation.

When Genevieve got tiered -almost to the point of falling asleep, Remy brought the baby oil and empty bowls into the kitchen. He blew out all the candles and resumed his spot next to Genevieve.

Genevieve had pulled back on her shirt, when Remy left the fort to go bring the stuff back.

They laid in the darkness of the blackout, wrapped up in each others embrace.

"You made me really proud today, baby." Remy praised.

They shared a sweet goodnight kiss, before Genevieve slowly fell asleep in Remy's arms. Remy only prayed, that he hadn't pushed too much with the massages.

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It was the first time Genevieve could remember waking up before Remy. She kissed his chest softly and brushed back his blond hair that had fallen onto his forehead sometime during the night.

Genevieve kissed his parted lips slowly, expecting some type of reaction. She gently touched his cheek, when she received no reaction at all. His skin was paler and colder than normal if that was possible. She leaned away from his still form, eyes going wide when she noticed his chest wasn't rising.

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I hoped you liked it!

Yes, I know it's short but I've been super busy. I don't think most of you know how hard it is too write a long chapter that takes almost two minutes for you to read. If you yourself are a writer, you most likely understand but if you have never attempted to write a story do NOT complain about chapters being too short or updates take months!

I wanted to change the first few chapters into third person but that would mean all the inline-comments would be gone. In other words I'll probably only write in third person from now on.

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