Vengeance 3: ...And Around

He was so cute, darkly handsome with just a hint of danger, and he played the guitar like an angel... She'd waited breathlessly at the club's backstage door, just to catch a glimpse of him up close; and wonder of wonders, he'd noticed her, had swept her along and into the limousine before she'd quite realized what was happening.

She was too excited to worry about the fact that she was only sixteen, and far too young to be doing such things; and when she found herself in his hotel room, all she felt was gleeful anticipation.

In the limo, he'd asked her name, and she'd given it to him eagerly, as she now hoped to give him so much more. "Terisa Lambert-Knight," he'd repeated, the syllables rolling off his tongue in a sultry purr, making her tremble. "Tracy..."

She'd shaken her head. "Nobody calls me Tracy," she'd told him. Once it had been all she was ever called, but her mom had put a stop to that around the time her dad had died, and she'd been strictly Terisa ever since.

"You're Tracy," he'd said definitely. "Tracy is a lovely name," and his arm had slipped around her shoulders; she'd snuggled close to him, thrilled beyond belief, and pleased to have a name to call herself that was his and his alone.

Now she stood before him, clothed only in the moonlight that streamed through the open window, trembling from the air-conditioning and from excitement and nervousness; but the way he looked at her, all appreciation and desire, filled her with a hot longing unlike anything she'd ever known.

"Tracy," he said softly, and reached out to run his fingers through her short blonde hair.

Mom had been vehemently opposed to her haircut, so much that she'd had to sneak off to do it; when she'd come home with her fashionable new 'do, Mom had stared and then burst into tears. She'd felt guilty ever since. But now, the way Johnny Vanguard was looking at her, she was glad she'd dared to defy her mom -- she felt beautiful, sexy even, despite her rail-thin physique and near-total lack of boobs.

"I... I've never done this before," she stuttered, instantly damning herself for revealing her lack of experience.

But he only smiled. "I know," he murmured. "You smell so sweet..." He took another stop closer, and his hands slid over her skin carefully, so gently.

She took a step toward him, greatly daring, and was rewarded by his embrace.

His lips brushed against hers, and she moaned. "Johnny..."

A slow chuckle, deep in his throat. "Stage name," he said. "Call me Javier."

"Ha-vee-air," she tried out the unfamiliar syllables, and was rewarded by another kiss.

His lips trailed along her cheek, toward her earlobe. "Tracy," he whispered, as if it were a prayer. "Beautiful Tracy."

"Please," she begged, teenage shyness suddenly overcome by the flood of emotion and desire that washed over her, "oh, Javier, please, take me..."

He sucked in a sharp breath, as if it were all he could do not to. "Patience," he scolded her lightly, teasingly, "patience, little Tracy. I want you to remember this... for as long as you live."

Johnny -- Javier, she reminded herself -- lifted her and carried her to the bed, and she clung tightly to him, feeling secure in his arms -- he set her down gently and began to lavish her with kisses, from head to toe. Eventually, as things grew more heated, she helped undress him, eager fingers fumbling with the fastenings of his clothes.

And finally, they lay together, skin pressed against skin, and she was happier than she'd ever imagined being.

"Beautiful Tracy," he murmured, voice roughened by desire and yet still so soft, "soon you will belong to me -- forever."

She should have been apprehensive, she supposed, but all she could feel was joy.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glance of the bedside clock. Two fifty-seven a.m. -- 'way past her curfew. Mom's gonna be pissed, she thought ruefully.

Then all thought fled, as she felt his weight settle atop her, and waited for the moment of penetration that would make her a woman.

His face buried against the side of her neck. "Calla lilies," he breathed reverently.

And then there was a sharp pricking sensation at the corner of her neck and shoulder, and the world floated away.....