Part 1 A Wedding or a Funeral
Gerard
"I have a name, you know," she said, smiling at me with that mischievous grin.
I had been teasing her all morning. It had become a hobby of mine while Frank was out hunting. I had been bugging her with silly little pet names.
"Baby? Sweetheart? Sex goddess?"
"Oh my god, please, shut up!"
She pushed me aside and sat up.
"I'm sorry Dev, I just wanted to play with you."
"I know," she smiled, laying back down, putting her arms around me, and pulling me in for a kiss. We had slept naked. Less work.
"Door open, or closed?" she asked, standing up.
"Your choice, I could go for either."
"Let's live dangerously," she smirked, laying back down on the floor.
The door system was a beautiful thing. Frank would know that if he came home to an open bedroom door, he was free to join in whatever activity was going on. If he chose not to, he could go do something else. I don't think any of us had ever said no to an open door. Devan wrapped her legs around me as I kissed her neck softly. I was trying to be sweet and romantic, but she kept bucking her hips against me, making a low guttural sound.
"Did you wake up in the mood?" I smiled.
"Maybe?"
"Damn, girl!"
"Sorry, I just want you. I feel like it's been a while."
"It's been barely twenty-four hours, and I know Frank happened sometime between then and now. Probably a couple of times."
"Are you calling me a whore?"
"Would you like me to call you a whore?"
"Maybe. Just fuck me."
"Yes, ma'am."
I won't lie, just seeing her so ready to go was arousing. Her hips moving like that was enough to get me hard. What the hell? It had been a long time since I had it just quick and dirty. I flipped her over and she got onto her knees, bending her head down to the floor. Sometimes I swore she could read my mind. I could feel the impatience radiating from her body, practically screaming "don't you dare fucking tease me". I obliged, sliding into her as deeply as I could, pulling her toward me with my hands on her hips. She let out a low moan of satisfaction, turning quickly into little pants of breath as I picked up my speed. I heard the front door open, followed by Frank's voice calling out.
"Guys? We got something weird in the mail. Guys?"
He showed up in the doorway, his eyes widened when he saw Dev and me. It always made me smile how after all these months, he still blushed when he walked in on us.
"Um...the mail can wait," he said quietly.
As soon as he was within arm's reach, Dev gripped his jeans, leaning up to unbutton his pants. I slid out of her and she turned around, glaring at me as if I had just said the worst thing in the world about her mother.
"I'm just repositioning. So you're more comfortable."
Her eyes said "fine, hurry up". I didn't know where her urgency for sex was coming from, but I wasn't about to complain. I laid on the floor, lowering her over my cock, with the best view of her ass. Frank stood in front of her, his pants now on the floor, with his feet on either side of my legs. I watched her take his cock in her mouth, sucking like her life depended on it.
Frank watched her curiously, looking at me with an eyebrow raised. I mouthed "I have no idea" and shrugged. He shrugged back and ran his hands through Dev's hair, deciding to just enjoy her enthusiasm. Good idea. I stopped overthinking and let the pleasure wash over me, watching her beautiful body move in rhythm, faster and faster as Frank's cock stifled her moans. I felt her tighten around me, thighs shaking. I pulled her hips down, thrusting deeper into her, feeling my own climax build. Frank closed his eyes, pulling her hair. That was enough to push me over the edge. I let myself release. After a moment, she began to slow her rhythm, focusing on Frank. I laid there, enjoying the show while catching my breath. Frank looked so good with his head back, pushing her mouth closer to him as he came.
"That's it, baby," he sighed, coming into her throat.
I giggled to myself as he started to relax, pulled up his pants and sprawled out on the floor.
"That was nice to come home to," he smiled, winking.
Dev giggled and laid on the floor next to him, her head resting on my stomach. I looked over at her, playing with her hair. Frank and I caught each other's eye, remembering the questioning looks we had given each other earlier. He read my mind and nodded in agreement. I looked at Dev.
"So...can we talk about this?"
"About what?" she asked.
"About you wanting sex constantly like a little rabbit. And being quite forceful about it, if I do say so..."
She scowled.
"I didn't hear either of your complaining a few minutes ago! In fact, you haven't ever said no or complained at all until now."
Frank sighed, "We're not complaining, we're just wondering why."
"I don't know...you're both hot?"
Frank rolled his eyes.
"Look," she sighed, "I don't know, ok? Yes, I've been wanting sex constantly. All the time. I'm even thinking about it when you guys aren't here. When you're alone with each other and I see a shut door it drives me crazy, not because I don't want you to enjoy each other, but because I need release. I don't know...maybe something's wrong with me."
"I don't think anything is wrong with you, we just feel bad because we know you're frustrated," I said, trying to give her some comfort. Part of me felt she was embarrassed by the conversation.
Frank was quiet for a few minutes, until he had the guts to ask what I was too afraid to ask.
"Dev...do we satisfy you?"
"You mean do I come? Yes! Hell yes! Every time!"
"So the problem isn't us?"
"NO!"
"Just checking. Maybe there's like, an 'off' button we forgot to push."
She giggled at his joke, which made me feel a little better.
"Maybe it's a phase," she sighed, "hormones or something."
"Maybe. We'll see. In the meantime," I said, standing up and helping her to her feet, "we'll do our best not to lose all of our energy."
I gave her a kiss and went into the kitchen. On the table was a silver envelope with ornate black writing.
"What's this?"
"Oh!" Frank came running in, "That's the weird thing in the mail I was going to tell you about before someone distracted me. Fancy, right? I didn't open it. It's a New York return address. It's addressed to you, Gerard. It looks like a wedding invitation."
I looked at the return address. There was no name with it. I knew a lot of people in New York. I opened the envelop. Inside was a matching invitation. Fancy. Very Fancy.
Your Presence is requested at 11am on May 31st in the Evergreen Ridge Cemetery following a ceremony at St. Paul's Cathedral. Your family may accompany you as you see fit. Attire for the ceremony is black tie. The attire for the after party is at your discretion.
Frank read it over my shoulder.
"That's one weird wedding invitation."
"It's not a wedding invitation. It's for a funeral."
Frank laughed, "A funeral? Who plans their death in advance?"
"Vampires," Dev interjected.
I nodded. It was for a funeral. And even without a name anywhere to be read, I knew exactly who's funeral it would be.