<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><br/>12:00 am | 3:00 am<br/>Location: New Arklow's Opera House | Lady Sorcha's Home</span></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The lights had just started to dim when he remembered his cell phone. Frederick reached into his pocket and pulled it out, wincing at the brightness of the screen in the suddenly dark hall. Sorcha leaned into him and sighed softly, her voice just barely audible and pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts.<br/><br/>"Frederick, must you?" Her tone said everything that words didn't and he quirked his lips at her.<br/><br/>"Just turning it off." And he did. It wasn't something he would normally do, always keeping it on hand for if Min Yu needed him, but tonight – he was giving himself the night off. He deserved it and for once he would be take full advantage of a night out.<br/><br/>He put the phone back in his pocket and settled back into his seat, his hand squeezing Sorcha's lightly in apology. She turned to him with a happy smile that forgave and leaned further into him, her head resting on his shoulder as the opera started.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The walk had been a wonderful idea, with Sorcha easily keeping pace with him and talking about nothing in particular. It wasn't until they were in the foyer of her house that she turned to him with a slight frown and sighed.<br/><br/>"What has Min Yu done this time?"<br/><br/>Frederick laughed and took her hand as he led the way to her room, a now familiar path after so many years. "Surprisingly, nothing. He's still refusing the bond." His voice belayed his hurt at this and he knew that Sorcha would sense it.<br/><br/>"Oh, darling, still?" There was no pity in her tone, only true confusion and, surprisingly, compassion. Sorcha had made it clear that she didn't approve of Min Yu at all, but she'd always made it a point to support Frederick in all aspects of dealing with his wayward fledgling.<br/><br/>"He said we would talk once I'm home, but I do not trust him at all on this." He let her remove his coat and scarf, carefully undoing his tuxedo jacket and slipping it off. There was a small bench where he always set his clothes and his shirt and pants followed, his shoes easily slipping off as he pushed at the heel with his toes.<br/><br/>Sorcha had removed all her jewelry and let her hair down, the dark red tresses flowing in waves down her back. She smiled at him and turned, pulling her hair to the side as she wordlessly asked him to unzip her dress. Her skin was soft, as it always was, and he delighted in the simple act of undressing her, his fingers caressing her back as his hand moved down. The laugh she let out was soft and completely enticing as she walked to her closet, the dress slipping down and revealing that she'd been wearing absolutely nothing underneath.<br/><br/>Socks and boxers were quickly removed and he sat at the edge of the plush bed, cock hard and ready for Sorcha. When she walked out of the closet he took a deep breath, taking in her scent and grinning languidly as she climbed into his lap. Her hands, while small and delicate looking were strong and drew a gasp from him as they wrapped around his cock.<br/><br/>It was always so easy with her and he wished, not for the first time, that he'd been the one to turn her. "You smell delightful."<br/><br/>Her laugh was louder this time and she tilted her head to the side with a coquettish look. "That's my blood you're smelling. It always smells delightful."<br/><br/>"True," he shook his head at her and quickly moved her onto the bed, "it's not my fault that it practically begs to be taken."<br/><br/>Sorcha wrinkled her nose at him, her lips stretched in a wide smile, and sighed when his teeth sank into her neck. Her blood<em>was</em>delightful and it filled him with a warmth he so rarely felt anymore. No matter how many centuries had passed he was always amazed that blood from a creature considered by many to be dead could be so warm. His lips dragged a streak of red across her body as he moved down, Sorcha's sighs turning to moans as he pushed everything out of his mind and focused on the gorgeous woman beneath him.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Much later, when he was sure the sun would just be peeking over the horizen and Sorcha was curled against him, exhausted and drained, Frederick caved and finally turned his phone on. Surprisingly he had several messages from Min Yu and when he read them, his head throbbed.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Yes</span><br/><br/>For a moment he contemplated risking daylight just to rush home and sweep Min Yu up in his arms, but only for a moment. Instead he quickly sent his fledgling a text, one handed, and turned the phone back off. When he moved slightly after letting the phone drop with a soft thud on the carpet, Sorcha let out a small huff of air and curled in tighter against him. Frederick closed his eyes and pushed away the ache he felt at knowing that Min Yu would never be like this with him.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">I'll be back late tonight.</span>