After the mayhem of the past few years, perhaps it was nice to have a break.

Feeling his tanned arms wrapped around you, dismissing the stereotypes that plagued vampirism. His face buried in your hair, his chest against your back.

You were the ideal replacement for the hug pillow he required to sleep; the source of his comfort throughout the chilly Paris nights.

His fangs buried gently in your neck, with the promise of tenderness as the moon rises above the city line.