Funny, funny feelings...

An overwhelming wave hits your body as a quiver emerges from your knees. Seemingly for the first time, you gaze at his broad jawline and wonder what it would look like with heavy stubble.

"Wh-- What do you need," you say, and despite the awkward hesitation continue with, "Sir?"

A smile seeps from Franklin's face with knowing victory. What is happening to you?

"Just a little bit of your blood, my dear."

Franklin doesn't move closer, but you want him to. You cannot explain it; you normally wouldn't go for the whole older guy in a suit thing... but god-damn! There's a solid bedrock between the creamy, silk shirt under his blue suit jacket, and an image of yourself running your tongue from that sexy, belt-line 'V', all the way up his cold abs, and circling one of his nipples.

You actually shake your head, and you're pretty certain that Franklin has chuckled.

"Something wrong, dear?" Franklin reaches out a hand and it is absolutely electric. All of a sudden, your heart pounds mercilessly, air rushes into your lungs, and a flood of pleasure overtakes your aching pussy.

"Oh, fuck," you whisper. Franklin says something else, but you cannot hear over the pulsing blood running through your head. Heat races through your body, and all you see are Franklin's full, sultry, lips.

Without thinking, you slam your body into Franklin's. You're kissing with such a ferocity that you don't even realize at first that the delicious flavor of Franklin's kiss is partly your own blood. You must have banged your own lip against Franklin's teeth, but you could care less. Your field of fucks is completely barren.

Franklin's slow, teasing tongue work is in sharp contrast to your own frantic want, no, NEED, to swim in Franklin's kisses forever. He's deliberately slowing your pace, and you cannot help but moan in intense desire and frustrated passion. You snake your hand down Franklin's front and confirm that his abdomen is both hard and cold. Down further still, your fingertips graze passed his belt and wrap around a flaccid monster the girth of a soda can. Before you can fully get your hands on this monstrously delicious new toy, Franklin slowly pushes you away.

Flustered, and horny as fuck, you let him push you away. Instinctively, you run your hands through your hair; you must look like a hot mess right now.

"What... how... my heart..." Yeah Jaq, real fucking smooth.

Franklin pulls out a little tube, one of those that scientists use for colored water in TV shows, and removes the stopper. Making brief eye contact with you, Franklin leans forward and spits a mouthful of blood into the tube. He replaces the stopper and, with a steel-grey handkerchief with the initials FSM monogrammed, dabs the crimson from around his lips.

"A little unorthodox, Jaq, but who am I to complain?" Franklin coyly breaks the silence before handing you the handkerchief.

"Am I.." Your heart pounds louder and louder in your ears. "Did you make me alive again?"

Franklin breaks decorum and fully laughs with a hand on his tasty tummy. Wiping the last of your own blood (and a little drool) from your mouth, you feel like maybe you should be annoyed by Franklin's fan at your expense. But you look at his rough, workman's hands and imagine what that power could do sliding in and out of your pussy...

"By Lilith, no! Oh, my little butterfly... There is still much for you to know." Franklin approaches, and for a second you can feel new heat emanating from your sex, but he puts an arm around you and starts guiding you out of the garden. "One can call upon the power of the blood to do all sorts of fun tricks. One of which is imitating life for a short while. Often, the first time a Kindred experiences this is under stress. Like an attack, or an arousal."

The blood-filled vial goes into Franklin's jacket pocket, almost like it's a wallet and not, you know, your fucking blood.

"Normally I don't..."

"It's okay, Jaq," Franklin interrupts, opening the garden gate for you. "Some kindred can wield the power of sexual desire, while others can rip people apart with their bare hands."

"And you're the sexual desire kind?" You ask, with all the grace of a Freshman virgin throwing herself at the Senior running back. You even throw in the doe eyes. Again, empty fuck field.

"Actually, I'm both."

"Oh, just fuck me already..."

Franklin gently chuckled. "Sorry, my dear, but I'm very involved with a headstrong Gangrel. Though such arrangements are not unheard of in Kindred business dealings."

You look into Franklin's eyes so intensely that you don't even realize that you're outside of your building. How did you get here? Where did the time go?

"Perhaps next time," Franklin says. "When you aren't so susceptible to my charms."

You nod and walk to the front of your building. When your keys come out, you finally turn to ask, "Hey, when will you introduce..."

Franklin's gone. There's no trace of him on the street, and you would be tempted to think that you invented him if you weren't clutching his monogrammed hanky in your other hand. Stepping into your building, you hope Eva is up.

You have so much pent-up frustration to work out on her.