I rolled over, and Victoria climbed on top of me, gave me a short, wet kiss, and cuddled before she went to sleep.I rolled over, and Victoria climbed on top of me, gave me a short, wet kiss, and cuddled before she went to sleep. I stayed awake that night to savor the sensation of my wife, who had been missing for so long. Friday, nobody was home when I got there, but Victoria's car was in the garage. I waited to start dinner, finally giving up around nine. It was after midnight when my wife returned, giggling. I could smell champagne on her breath as she kissed me. "I have already fed, darling. He was de- licious," Victoria laughed. I looked at her strangely. "No, I did not fuck him, my jealous one. He just thought I would." My drunken wife giggled some more and staggered away towards the living room. I shook my head in amaze- ment. "Come to me." The voice may have been slurred and thick, but there was no mistaking the intent. I went to the living room where Victoria was trying to light a cigarette and having problems. I steadied her hands, chuckling softly. I had never seen her this drunk, and it amused me greatly. She took a puff, frowned at me in annoyance, and silenced my chuckles by bit- ing me. It had been too long since we had shared our souls. I bit her back, and we stayed entwined for over an hour. So what if it tasted like cham- pagne? Yes, I was wasted afterwards. It was worth it. Saturday morning, Victoria explained to me what had happened. She and Margot had gone out to a happy hour Friday. The hour turned into six or seven very happy hours until some guy picked her up. "He would not leave me alone. Please do not be jealous. I decided to feed, but he would not let me get close enough until after we were at his place. It took me a long time to fly back, because I was still drunk." I kissed her, drawing a warm, satis- fied smile. "Margot wants to go out again, tonight, but I told her you would be coming along. I have been... neglectful." We had ice cream sundaes for breakfast. "When you are a vampire, it is easy to flaunt tradition," Victoria said as she devoured hers. Me? I was tickled to ignore 33 years of training. I had never even remotely considered having sundaes for breakfast, even after a night of serious drinking when I had been single. We watched cartoons and giggled until a more traditional lunch. Laundry got done, the kitchen got cleaned, and we prepared to go out. |