Bite of Art (closed)

[Perplexia]

Perhaps she was having some psychotic breakdown she thought. Then he came in with his questions.

He was showing actual concern over what was causing her such distress. "I'm being a stupid woman." She whimpered as she tried to sit up to look at him. Finally adjusting her tiny frame upon the bed she looked into his beautiful eyes. "You truly don't know do you?"

It was apparent he was clueless so she continued. "You are the first person that I have chosen to be intimate with since my fiance'. I did so with feeling and emotion. I didn't stop to think that it was meaningless to you. I didn't think that it was simply going with the moment. I have truly developed feelings for you. I understand that you don't feel the same, and that's ok. I just felt like such a fool for thinking you did."

She wiped her eyes and sniffled. "It's truly ok, i mean we're both consenting adults, things like this happen. I just read more into it then i should have is all. I'm truly sorry for being such a fool. It's been so long since i've been in this type of situation. Just please pretend this didn't happen, that you didn't see me like this so i can not feel so awkward in your presence." Unsure of why she simply laid her head upon his chest and sobbed a little more. There was such a comfort with his cool body. Such a safety just being with him.

Never would she have babbled to just anyone, not even Henry. Why did she feel so connected to this wonderful, talented man?

 

[havinfun50]

Her confession that he was the source of her pain shocked him at first, but as she explained, tears ran down her cheeks and her eyes welled and filled the room with emotion so strong that it caused him to get weak in the knees.

He had forgotten how much feeling humans can attach to the act of sex, but wasn't he too attached to her in a similar fashion? Didn't his Passion and Need rise with her unlike it had risen in over 200 years? Didn't her art inspire him unlike any artist he’d ever worked with before?

He thought back quickly over what he may have said or done to hurt her and realized that his comments about ‘Passions of the blood running deep and hot’ could never hold the same significance for her as they did for him. How could they, when the very word itself had changed it’s meaning so much over the years. Passion used to be used to describe the core fundamental element of love. Today it’s meaning has been degraded to the point where it’s only ‘seriously’ used as cheap, dime store romance novel fodder or for title sequences of porn films.

He was once again reminded that not only had it been 200 years since he’d tasted human blood, it had been even longer since he’d had a human servant at his call, a connection of mind and flesh that can not be broken. So much had changed since then and he had vowed that as part of his adaptation to the modern world, he would not do so again, but this woman triggered something inside him, something he could not ignore.

She laid her head upon his chest and dampened his shirt with her tears. His arms wrapped around her instinctively, the taste of her returning in his mind as her emotions washed over him like her tears. “Sheila, I had no idea.” He held her for a moment in silence. “I had no idea you would misinterpret my words in such a way.” Lifting her head, he looked into her eyes, “It was not meaningless to me. You are not meaningless to me. In fact you've touched me in ways I've not been touched in hundreds of years.

 

[Perplexia]

First she heard his words it wasn't as she thought.. she did mean something to him, she was meaningful to him. "what.." she said softly.. "what do you mean a hundreds of years?" She looked up at him in confusing. Those weren't normal words that would come from someones mouth. They weren't a mistake either. He was a writer words were his life.

So she pulled back a little and looked into his eyes. "Victor?" she questioned .."What did you mean by a hundreds of years?" "Surly you must have made an error in speech right?"

 

[havinfun50]

Victor stiffened as he realized the magnitude of his gaffe. While most people would have shrugged off his comment as a metaphor or an mere exaggeration, Sheila could interpret and decipher his words better than anyone alive, her sketches alone bore the truth of that. How could he have slipped so unconsciously?

“It’s… uhhhhh, hyperbole,” scrambling his thoughts to preserve his secret, “an exaggeration.” He knew his explanation was weak. He was not an advocate of watering down the the beauty of the language with cheap exaggerations or comparisons and she knew it. “What I meant was that it too was a first for me in a very very long time. I am not in the habit of sleeping with my guests, but you are different.”

He hoped that he had covered his slip convincingly, but he suspected he had not. He could see in her eyes that she was not convinced as he leaned down to kiss her forehead tenderly, his arms still wrapped around her squeezed her tight.

 

[Perplexia]

What an odd slip of the tongue for someone whose mind was as brilliant as his. But what else could it possibly be?. His arms embraced her and his lips found her forehead. She found herself giving in to his enclosure and finding his lips once again.

"I'm sorry too Victor, I shouldn't be so sensitive over these things. I just haven't been with anyone since Henry. The way you made love to me was with a passion that I have never known." Running her fingers through his hair she continued "Its like when i read your latest writings, it stirs up a passion in my mind and my artwork is its orgasms". Again her mouth found his and kissed him with a deep hunger.

 

[havinfun50]

Her lips still tasted of desire despite her earlier tears, and as she kissed him his Passion began to stir deep within him once again.

"I'm sorry too Victor, I shouldn't be so sensitive over these things. I just haven't been with anyone since Henry. The way you made love to me was with a passion that I have never known. Its like when i read your latest writings, it stirs up a passion in my mind and my artwork is its orgasms."

The lingering scent of her emotions still filled the room and her desire began to mix with it to create an intoxicating environment. They kissed again and his Passion continued to rise. The fabric of her dress from Dinner slid easily beneath his hand as his arms embraced and caressed her back and buttocks. Their lips locked in a deep soul searching kiss as they fell back upon the bed.

He kissed lips, her face and her neck, her pulse beating hot under his lips. “Sheila,” breathless as his lips focused upon the sweet spot on her neck, “You've awoken feelings and desires in me that have been dormant for so long. Your art makes my work whole, your essence brings my world into focus.” His fangs slipped easily into her skin and for the third time he drank of her blood and felt the rush of her life force energize him and give him strength.

 

[Perplexia]

Whatever it was about this man that grasped ahold of her, it wouldn’t be letting go anytime soon. Her body responded to his every touch, his ever word. The way he revealed his emotions to her was something she would cherish forever. Sheila felt a slight pinch and let out a moan as she arched her neck a little further for his kissing as she thought it was.

The way his hands touched her body, possessing it, owning it, and respecting it was a marvel to be sure. She just knew she wanted more of this man. Her creamy thighs parted for him giving him plenty to touch and play with.
Her fingers entwined in his hair and pushed what she believed to be his lips harder to her neck.
“oh god victor she moaned “

 

[havinfun50]

Her body writhed and her legs parted beneath his firm caresses of her body. Her arching into his bite made it hard to control but he just managed to contain his Passion and maintain a slow trickle to feed his needs.

Her moans of passion coincided with the tracking of his hand between her smooth thighs. The split of the dress falling open beneath his touch as her hands in his hair pulled him tighter to her neck.

He soon found the apex of her essence and cupped her hot damp crotch firmly in his hand. He could feel her wetness easily and he gave her a gentle squeeze before working the silk fabric to the side. Sliding two fingers between her budding lips, the slick walls of her pussy greedily sucked him in deeper.

"The Passions you raise in me are not easily tamed my dear Sheila. You inspire me to great things, and not just with words." Releasing his bite for a moment a thin trickle of blood pearled down the pale skin of her perfect neck. He licked her clean and proceeded to tear away the bodice of the gown to expose her breasts to him once again.

 

[Perplexia]

His hand upon her thighs had her moaning deeply. Nothing that she had ever experienced explained the way she felt under his hands. Quickly he found the source of her hunger and moved her panties aside to reach it. Gasping and grunting as he played with her pussy. His fingers playing on the inside of her wet pink walls.

When he spoke to her set her on fire. His hands released her of her bodice and the rest of her clothing. At this rate she would need a new wardrobe within a week. Her body came alive under his touch. The way he fondled her breasts, the way he fingered her and his lips trailed over her skin.

“oh Victor” she moaned as he pumped inside of her. “oh god yes” she moaned as he set her into a spiral of miraculous orgasms. Over and over again he had her floating on a cloud of waves. Finally he stripped from his clothes revealing his well toned muscled form and pulled her legs up to his shoulders. There he entered her folds with his throbbing manhood and pushed himself inside of her. Gasping and grunting as he made love to her with a fiery passion.

Over and over again they fucked like young lovers. Every position he took her in multiple times lifting her when she was too tired to do it herself. Over an over again he gave it to her. Filling her with his seed that shot into her.
As they lay there together naked upon the bed of shred clothes. She stayed entwined in his arms. “you mean the world to me” she told him softly.

 

[havinfun50]

Their combined Passions raged. The third bite gave them both a heightened level of energy and desire to fuel a session of lovemaking that Victor had forgotten existed. Together they were insatiable, moving from position to position on the big bed without pause. Clothing discarded without care littered the bed and the room as delicate flesh was exposed to be ravaged.

Victor knew deep in his dark soul that he had to have this woman completely. Her spirit, energy and talent was something he could never do without, and having fed from her for a third time, he knew that she would be bound to him more tightly than before. They rode wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure together, and as his own orgasm peaked he flooded her with his seed. In that moment of heightened bliss, he decided to share his true nature with her. To show her the secrets that he’d kept from all but the most trusted few in this world.

She laid in his arms exhausted and sated. Their breathing slowly returning to normal as she whispered, “you mean the world to me.”

Victor held her tight and whispered “As you to me mon cher, and I will show you all of my world. A world that few can ever know. A world I will gladly share with you. Name it, and it is yours.”

 

[Perplexia]

Shelia was beside herself. She was receiving everything she needed from this man both physically and emotionally. Although she wasn't aware of the bites, and didn't understand the full meaning of what he meant by him wanting to share his world. She didn't care. To her she had everything in the world at this moment.

Laying there exhausted in his arms she enjoyed the quiet. There wasn't really any need to talk as she lay her head on his chest. After a moment she sat up .."thats odd i don't hear your heart beat."

She looked at him with worry instead of alarment. For she had no idea that vampires existed, or could exist. Instead she wondered if perhaps there could be something wrong with him. Taking his wrist in her hand she tried to obtain a pulse. Still she found nothing. "Are you feeling ok? I think your blood pressure must be low, i can't find a pulse."

 

[havinfun50]

Victor smiled at her concern, and so it began. He knew that eventually something would cause her to ask a hard question, but he thought he might have more time to ease her into the idea of his reality. He was glad he had already decided to share his secret with her, if it was anyone but her who had asked him that question it would likely have meant their death.

He raised his hand to her warm pale cheek and carefully moved a strand of her hair away from her face. “Oh mon cher, thank you, I am quite fine. In fact I've not felt this good in many many years. Yes, you could say I have a very low blood pressure. In fact I have no blood pressure as you know it.” He waited a moment to let that sink in and watched her eyes react to the new information before taking her by the hand, “Come with me, there is something you need to see that I’d like to show you.” He lead her out to the hall and toward the door of his room.

Naked, they stood together before the door to his private chambers. “This, as you know, is the entrance to my private chambers. It is the only area on the property that I asked you not to explore, but now I wish to show it to you. Everything in these rooms is authentic. There are no tricks or reproductions of any kind. The objects in this room are part of my very personal collection. They are only viewed by me and the staff as necessary.” He opened the door slowly and it eased back on silent hinges to reveal the main sitting room of his chambers. He motioned for her to enter and waited by the door as she took in her surroundings. Inside the walls were covered with paintings, photographs and antique armaments. The tables and floor were tastefully adorned with statues, antique rugs and tapestries.

They were the most treasured and personal things he owned. Many of the photographs and paintings depicted him with the famous and influential people of their time. The one thing that was constant was him. Never aging, though he was always dressed in the appropriate fashion of the time so a casual observer might not notice he was in so many of the images. He knew she was no casual observer. He knew she would spot the truth very quickly.

 

[Perplexia]

"Oh Victor its so beautiful" she said amazed as she left his side to look around. Going to the wall her eyes looked over all the paintings and photographs. "The men in your family certainly resemble each other greatly. One could almost mistake them all as you." She looked back at him to see a smile but there was none. "what?" she asked as if she thought she had said something out of turn. "You're not saying they are all you? are you?" A nod was her answer. "But some of these photos are hundreds of years.. your comment from the other day.." Her mind rattled around in her head what this meant. "No you're not" she stated out loud. "but they don't exist" she continued rattling until finally she looked at him. "Are you a vampire?" again a nod was her answer which caused her to swoon and faint.

 

[havinfun50]

Victor took full advantage of his speed and strength to catch her before she fell. Her response was not wholly unexpected, but it caught him off guard nonetheless. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to an adjoining room that contained a large antique canopy bed. He laid her upon the soft down surface and stroked her brow before retreating to get a cool damp cloth from the adjoining lavatory.

Placing the cloth across her brow, he moved a chair from the corner to the side of the bed and held her hand until she awoke. Her mind needed time to process and adjust before she would regain consciousness. Her body though was fine, he could hear her heart beating and her breaths clearly. It was only a matter of time until he could explain more, and time was something he had plenty of.

 

[Perplexia]

Sheilas eyes fluttered and slowly opened up to see the beautiful canopy over head. Slowly she turned her head to see Victor sitting next to the bed with a look of concern on his face.

"You're a Vampire" she reiterated in a calm tone looking into his eyes. "Things are starting to make sense." she said softly her hand reaching for his and entwining her fingers with his.

"Thank you, for trusting me with this" she said softly. Slowly she pulled herself up to the edge of the bed where she could face him still holding his hand. "It explains so much about your writing, it explains so much about the details that you make come to life. Because you've lived them."

she smiled softly and ran her spare hand over his face. "I want you to know that i understand the gravity of the secret you just shared with me. I want to be part of your life Victor. I want you to always be open with me like this." Slowly she rose and climbed on his lap where here lips found his kissing him deeply. There was now a new bond with this secret.

 

[havinfun50]

While she slept he found a robe to cover his naked body. It wan’t a matter of being bashful, rather it was a concession to the morals of mortals in general. He figured she would be more likely want to wake up to a covered vampire than a naked vampire. So he sat and watched her rest under the soft downy covers. He watched her rest and regain her equilibrium until her eyes suddenly fluttered open hours later.

Her calm assessment of the facts while she entwined her fingers with his brought a smile to his face. This might go better than he’d thought. So often the reveal of his true nature ended up badly. Her thanks meant more to him than he realized it would. His secret was safe and her desire to be a part of his life was uplifting to his old soul.

As she crawled onto his lap, her naked body settled naturally onto his. Her lips were still sweet and her tongue filled his mouth with desire and devotion. His arms wrapped around her and he held her tight as they kissed. “Oh Sheila, There is so much to share with you, so much to tell you. You have to know that this is not a simple thing. Being a part of my life is a very complicated endeavor.”

He pulled her legs higher up on his lap and gently stroked her thighs as he looked into her eyes. “My words, your art, together we can do many great things, and not just with books.” He kissed her again, “are you ready to start the journey?”

 

[Perplexia]

was she ready? she questioned herself as she sat naked in his lap. Could anyone ever truly be ready for such an adventure? Looking into his eyes as he waited her answer melted her.

"Victor i believed in you, even before i knew you. I will stay with you until you wish it no longer. I know that this secret you have told me is one that few if any ever knew. I will keep it till my dying day."

Her lips found his again and kissed him deeply. Her hands went over his face stroking him softly. "I am ready to be yours and start our journey together"

The words she spoke were truer then anything she'd spoken before. There was more to this man then just the way he devoured her body. There was more then the novels, there was something unique and durable.

She undressed him slowly once again, letting her fingers run over his sculpted chest. Her lips followed with soft kisses. "I am yours" she whispered softly as she undid his pants just enough for his erect cock to come through so she may straddle it.
Her legs went around him as her arms went over his shoulders. She impaled herself upon him pushing him deep inside of her. Her pussy clenched his cock with a new hunger, a new love, a new energy, and a new passion.

Her bare breasts rubbing against his face as she rode him. "oh Victor" she moaned as her hips ground upon his shaft.

 

[havinfun50]

Together. A simple word that held so much promise and need. It was something he had never experienced though he’d craved it for millennium. He’d considered a bride before, but there was never anyone who he felt so much desire for that he could turn them and make them his forever. Her passion, however, was infectious.

Her movements were smooth as she deftly unfurled his hardening shaft from its confines and impaled herself upon his swollen head. His desire rose quickly as he relished the feel of her sheath around his shaft and her breasts against his face.

His. His to take as he wished. His to enfold into his life to open new worlds and experiences with. His to take in his hands and guide her hips along his length. His to bite and nip at her nipples as he desired. His to drink from and feed upon her strength and passion. His to guide, nurture, collaborate and work with… together.

“Oh Sheila, yes. Mine, mine and yours, together.” He groaned loudly as his head again drove deep inside her and he could feel her grind hard against him. Her nipple clasped firmly between his teeth as he again grazed her flesh to taste a tiny bit more of her heady salty nectar.

 

[Perplexia]

Her body arched on fire as they made love once again. She gasped at the nip on her nipple. "I don't ever want to be apart from you" she whispered in his ear as she squeezed her pussy tightly around his cock.

her hips moved and ground upon him as she reached multiple orgasms over and over again spraying over him. Her moans filled the room with intense pleasure.
The way he touched her, the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel intoxicated her beyond any euphoria she'd ever known.

"Oh god Victor" she moaned over and over again. "Don't ever stop" she gasped as he continued to thrust into her. Before long he rose with her on his cock and pushed her against the wall where he let her fall over an over again on his shaft. She gasped and moaned loudly

No matter what he did or how he did it, it was always the right thing. His touch was like fire, his kisses were passionate in a way she'd never known. Yes she did belong to him, all of him. There was so much she didn't know, and so many things they would have to work out.

 

[havinfun50]

He felt the surge of desire rise in him as her coppery blood traced his tongue, it was only a drop, but after so long without and so much so soon a drop was all that was needed. He used his strong arms to impale her on his now raging head and the reaction from his bite sent her spiraling into a cascading roll of orgasms that left his lap soaked from her essence.

“Never apart mon cher, always together.” Her moans of passion mixed with his and his cock swelled deep inside her clenching walls. His arms bound her hips to his groin and she ground herself against him as hard as he against her.

In a fit of desire he rose and lifted her in his strong arms to pin her against the wall. Positioning inside her with long hard strokes and letting gravity take him ever deeper inside her. He gave a grunt that trailed off into a moan of pleasure as he took what was his.

“Never stop… never stop taking you. Never stop feasting on you, never stop you from igniting my passion and desire.”

As another wave of orgasms rolled over her and she clamped down on his cock he thrust deep inside her. The additional pressure of her spasming walls was enough to push him over the top, and is cock, swollen with cum, filled her with jet after jet of hot sticky seed.

“Unghhhhhhhhhhhh.”

 

[Perplexia]

One word caught her attention as he exploded inside of her. It was almost buried by the euphoria that washed over her as his seed spilled into her with a vengeance. "feasting" still lingered in her mind. "What did you mean by feasting on me? Have you been feeding off of me without my knowledge or permission?" she questioned with alarm.

"It's not that i'd ever deny you, but to take my blood without my knowledge or permission is a violation of me."she advised without giving him a chance to answer. She could tell by the look on his face that he had.

Slowly she rose off his softening cock and went back to the bed wrapping herself up in a sheet feeling slightly violated and used. She really wasn't sure how she felt about him using her as a food source. It wasn't as if she'd had been in this situation before. I mean after all, how often does one get involved and fall in love with a vampire. She stopped herself in her thoughts. She was in love with him.

It was something that over took her without knowing it was happening. It made her almost forget the violation she felt as she looked at him.

 

[havinfun50]

He sensed her shift from hot to cold in a moment, and at first he didn't understand her swirling conflict of emotions, though she made it clear soon enough. He looked down and away at her alarmed inquiry and immediate condemnation. He’d not felt such shame since he was a lad and was a little surprised at his own sense of guilt about having fed upon her without her knowledge.

He’d never felt guilty about taking from a human. It was the way. It was the natural order of predator and prey. It was never something he ever gave a thought to in all his years, but he’d never tasted someone he loved before. Their blood bond made his connection to her emotions so much stronger, and he could feel the swirling torment inside her. He could sense her conflict between love, devotion and violation. Each emotion peaking and ebbing rapidly as her mind absorbed his ill chosen words spoken in the heat of the moment.

He watched her carefully and let her go as she eased herself off him and wrapped herself in the sheet of the bed. It would have been easy enough to hold her in place and take her again if so wished, but he sensed it was important to let her work through her emotions before he responded. Her stare pierced him and his voice was quiet as he finally started out.

“Yes. It is true. I did drink of your blood, but it is the first human I have tasted in over 200 years. It was your passion and talent that drove my Need over the top to take that first sip from your pulsing neck.” He paused to gather his thoughts, he’d never before had such trouble bringing words to light and he wondered what was the reason for his loss. “It was just a taste, a slip of my control quickly brought to bare again, but the power of your essence brought me to new heights and I had to have more.”

He slowly approached her on the bed, the sheet the only separation between their naked bodies. “By then it was too late. I knew I was lost to you forever. That I needed you to fuel not only my creativity but my very soul.” His lips were only scant millimeters from hers now. “I knew that i needed you in my world, not as a servant or employee, but as a partner, a mate.”

Their lips touched softly and then stayed together as his body molded itself to hers and his arms enveloped her in their embrace.

 

[Perplexia]

Her emotions where in a whirl. When he admitted it she felt his shame, at the same time appreciated his honesty. He could have lied, he could have made something up instead of admitting it.

There was a romantic quality to it as well. Which is why she supposed she didn't push him away when he came to her on the bed. His kiss was tender and that of love and passion. He was a vampire. This is something she couldn't forget, nor make any excuses.

If what he said was true, in some ways drinking from her was an honor. That is how she had to look at it. She had lit a passion in him that had been dormant. A hunger in him that hadn't seen the light of day in over two hundred years.

"I'm not sure that i approve or disapprove" she said softly breaking the kiss and looking into his eyes. "But being as i haven' noticed, I don't see any harm in you continuing feeding from me. I will just have to start taking B12. Thank you for being honest with me."

She smiled softly slowly moving the sheet exposing her naked body to him once again. Her fingers went to his face where she lightly traced it. His skin was rough yet still had a silkiness to him. Looking into his eyes she could feel her passions growing again. There was nothing she wouldn't do for this man, and nothing she wouldn't allow him to do to her. That was both scary and exhilarating for her.

Her lips found his once again, kissing him with a deep sultry passion as her naked breasts pinned against him.

 

[havinfun50]

Again, the feeling of relief he felt as she forgave him confused him. He was a predator, he did not seek permission to take what was his by right, but with Sheila it was different. With Sheila it wasn't so much that she was prey, but rather a wellspring of energy and inspiration, an untapped creative vein with untold heights yet to be discovered.

“You’re welcome.” It sounded wrong but it felt right to say that. These new feelings couldn't be from the fact that he’d not tasted human blood for so long, nor could they be from merely looking at his words spring to life in her art. He needed to either embrace them or be rid of them. Either way she would be his, but he felt that one way would be much better than the other.

Her naked body was slowly revealed to him again as she pulled the sheet back from her body. Her hands, soft, warm and filled with vitality moved to trace the line of his strong jaw and his senses flared at the intimate touch. Her eyes held a hunger like his own, but he knew he had already taken too much from her this night. Her body, unused to his touch nor his bite was raging with lust that could easily consume them both.

Her body moved firmly against his. Her breasts pressed longingly into his as her lips sought to taste him with unabashed need. He returned her kiss and captured her wrists in his hands to pin them to her side as he fought to not drink from her pulsing neck again.

“Sheila!” His voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with lust as he pulled back to capture her gaze. “We can’t, not again, at least not tonight.” He held her still with his gaze and kept her hands at her side. “Your body doesn't know it’s limits, Your desire is overriding your senses, you need to rest. You need to let your body and your mind recover, to regain their balance. Tomorrow will bring us both new heights of pleasure and passion on both a physical and artistic scale, but tonight you must rest.”

He pulled her close again but in an embrace rather than a lustful entanglement. His body slowly easing hers down to the mattress and using his will to sooth her boiling desire. “Rest my sweet Sheila, I’m going to be here with you while you rest and I’ll be here when you wake. There is so much to show you mon cher, so much for you to discover, but all in due time.”

 

[Perplexia]

She was a bit disappointed that he wouldn't take her again. But she understood. With his embrace she slowly simmered, and molded against him like a silk glove. "I love you Victor" she said softly as she began to doze against him. Dreams soon came to her of various multiple happy things.

When she woke true to his word he was still with her. His hands softly stroking her face as her eyes fluttered. "morning" she said softly with a smile of contentment. her bright eyes stared up at him with love an admiration.

Never, not even with Henry, did she feel she was where she belonged. But with Henry it was the closest she had been. Until now. Lifting her head her arms went around his neck and kissed him with a loving passion.

They had a rough night, a lot of things came into light. Now she was charged with a secret of a man who was ageless. A man that she had fallen so deeply in love with the thought of being away from him could make her physically ill.

"you are both my light and my shadows" she said softly stroking his face as he had hers. "I will be with you for as long as you'll have me. But today i need to go into town and get some b12." she giggled a little as she said it. "Then we have work to do my love"