Christmas gift for notalonelygirl

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The night he woke up and found out he was a vampire was not one of the better ones Peter experienced in his life. He tried to continue on as normally as possible but never counted on having any significant relationships. Now here he was on a plane ride to England with a beautiful girl by his side. His first Christmas since becoming a vampire and against all odds Peter was spending it with a girl he loved.

Wanting to spend as much time with Rigby as possible, Peter researched things they could do together. The early sunsets of winter gave them more time together and Peter intended to make the most of it. He bought tickets for the London Eye and a ride on the Thames, plus every museum and church he could find.

The moonlit ride on the Thames was Peter’s favorite part of the trip. The Christmas lights danced over the water like multicolored stars, and the brisk air made it necessary for Rigby to snuggle close to Peter under a blanket for warmth.

After they got off the boat they took a walk together through downtown London. The shops were lit up and there were decorated Christmas trees set up. Peter was glad he decided to take Rigby to London. He’d seen New York under the glow of Christmas but London was completely different. It was more beautiful, somehow. Though that might have been because of Rigby’s presence.

Peter discovered something else that was different about London: the taste of blood. Maybe it was the food they ate, or the fact that they drank tea instead of coffee. Whatever it was Peter liked the change. Though of course he was careful to hunt when Rigby was asleep. She knew what he was but Peter still wanted to spare her the uglier details.

On Christmas Eve night they curled up together in their hotel suite listening to carols broadcasting on the radio. All of Rigby’s presents were hiding until the morning. He wanted to surprise her the next day. Imagining her reaction made Peter eager for the sunrise. In fact, his excitement was reminiscent of when he was a child.

“Are you cold?” Rigby asked him, rubbing his arm in concern.

“I’m always cold,” Peter reminded her.

“Maybe I can warm you up,” Rigby offered. She leaned closer, eyes shimmering in the firelight. Peter got the hint and happily pulled her in for a kiss.

The kiss slowly escalated and she was on her back underneath him. Rigby pushed his shirt away from his stomach, guiding it inch by inch away from his body. Peter was quick to do the same for her. He unhooked her bra so his chilled fingers could run over her breasts and encourage her nipples into hard nubs. Rigby sat up to unbutton his pants and zip them down off his hips. Soon they were both naked for each other.

“Now I’m cold,” Rigby complained playfully.

“Poor thing,” Peter murmured. He settled in between her legs, giving her soft kisses as his fingers glided up and down her inner thighs. She shivered, spreading her legs more for him. After a moment he pulled back and his eyes were instantly drawn to the girl’s exposed neck.

Peter hadn’t fed on Rigby since they left New York. His finger traced down her neck and she sighed, craning her head for him. Peter licked his lips already imagining her hot blood rolling on his tongue. Her living pulse throbbed against his fingers, warm and mesmerizing.

But then his fingers moved away to drift down between the girl’s legs instead to feel the warmth there. Peter liked Rigby’s warmth, her breath, her heartbeat… Peter didn’t want that to stop. He pressed his fingers inside her to feel more of that warmth. Then they were joined together, legs twined as Peter hungrily pushed for all the heat Rigby’s body could give him.

At some point Peter’s eyes drifted to the clock. He let out a soft laugh and kissed Rigby happily. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered to her.