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Andrea gasped softly when he took hold of her shoulders, and suddenly pulled herself into him. She remained stiff for only a second, before melting against him, and pressing her body close to his, sighing happily, and contently. She wrapped her arms around him, and tilted her head up, leaning on her tiptoes, to gently place a set of kisses along his jawline. "You are forgiven my love. Especially for such worry.. I will never run from you again." She whispered softly, nuzzling him gently. She peered up to him, frowning slightly. How long will I be without your presence?" She asked, worried more about that then getting cleaned up, and ready for the grand tour. Perhaps then she wouldn't get lost next time. "I would like that love.. I just do not like the sound of being without you." She said softly, and truthfully.

Andrea grinned at the sound of his groan, loving the sound of his pleasure. "If you don't wish to be away from me, then don't leave me." She said pleadingly, pressing her body sensually against him. She hated the thought of him leaving her, though a deep part of her told her, he would never leave her, her insecurities still plagued her, and told her he would grow tired of her, and would leave her.

She pouted when he told her to take a warm bath, and frowned up to him, looking uncertain, and scared he would never return to her. She swallowed down her fear, and slowly nodded her head. She leaned into him, and pressed a kiss to his lips, then slowly pulled away, and moved to the bathroom, glancing over her shoulder to him. "Return to me as soon as you can, my love. I'll be waiting." She said softly, a slow seductive smile spreading over her lips.

She was soon starting her bath, and removing her dress, glancing at herself in the mirror, surprised by her appearance. She hadn't looked into a mirror in forever it seemed, but the last time she had, she had been fuller, her waist was much smaller, from the lack of feeding, and she was much paler, though she was certain she had looked even more pale a day ago, before she had succumbed to Adrian, and taken his blood. Her hair looked wild, and beautiful washing down her back in a red wave, and her eyes were more alive then she could ever remember seeing them. Sighing softly, she slowly stepped into the bath, shivering, and smiled pleasurably. She had been able to wash, but a nice warm bath had luxury she hadn't been able to enjoy since going into hiding, the warm water felt wonderful on her skin. She scrubbed at her body, washing her hair three times before she was satisfied the grim of her hiding was gone.

When she stepped out, her skin was glowing from the warmth, and washing, and her hair was a dark maroon. She pulled on a dressing robe, and walked out to her room, picking up a sturdy comb from the nice collection on the parlor. She ran it through her hair, gazing over the perfumes and other things that were now hers. She wasn't sure how he knew the smells she liked, it seemed impossible, unless he had searched her bedroom at one point. She smiled slightly at the thought, and slowly set the comb down when she was finished brushing the wet strands. Slowly she brought her mass of hair, over her shoulder, and began braiding it, sighing softly. She closed her eyes as she worked, remembering a time so very, very long ago, when her mother used to braid her hair. That was a time when she was chased about by all sorts of men, wishing for her hand in marriage. She was a rare beauty, with her flaming hair, and dark ember eyes that seemed the same color as her hair. Some people said she was born from the devil and her mother, but with the dark red hair from her father, that ran with his black, it was not so hard to see she came from him. Prince's, and noblemen, solder's and farmers, all alike came seeking her attention. They were all the same though, none of them interested her, none of them saw her for her. Till Vladimir came across them one night, on his large black steed. She could still remember how he had gazed at her. It was nothing like how others had looked at her. This was a different hunger, that interested her deeply. He left the next day, but returned in a month, giving them a large dowry, after asking her if she wished to come with him, and marry him. She had been a little uncertain whether to do it or not, but his eyes pulled her to him. She agreed, and after a nights rest, and her things were packed, she was leaving. She never saw her family after that. He said it was to dangerous, that she would kill them with her new found hunger. She shivered at the memory, and for the first time ever she cried for her loss, the tear's spilling quietly, and gently down her cheeks as she continued to braid. She had missed her parents so very much, but she had never cried for her loss, the world opening up to her, under Vladimir's gentle guidance had taken up her full time, her whole world. She would not change what happened, for if she wished that, then she probably would have never met with Adrian, and never had found such happiness. No she could never regret going with Vladimir.

Andrea had finished her hair, and sat on the bench at the vanity, her face hidden in her hands, as she tried to stop crying. She looked up when she felt Adrian's presence return, and enter her room. She smiled softly, wiping at her eyes, trying to stop her crying. This.. is not how I wished to great you on your return home, my love.. I'm sorry. She said softly, leaning into him, and wrapping her arms around him. It is nothing that can be helped my dear.. It is only now.. when I am in true peace that I have acknowledge the pain I felt so long ago about leaving my family.. my human family.. I did not realize how much I missed them... I was just braiding my hair, and remembering when my mother used to do it.. and how much I enjoyed it.. I am sorry. She said, wiping at her eyes again, slowly beginning to calm down.

Andrea let Adrian dry her eyes, leaning into him. She looked up curiously, wondering what it was he had feared. What do you have to fear? She asked softly, feeling a warmth settle within her, that he did not think her strange or queer for crying of the loss of her family. She had just never realized how much it had bothered her over the years.

Her heart fluttered, and she reached up, wrapping her arms around him, holding him close, when he rested his forehead against her shoulder. She was more then happy for the close contact, frowning slightly when he lifted away. A playful gleam crossed her features, and settled in her eyes, and her lips turned up very slightly in a teasing, and seductive grin. Of which, our home, or you? She asked as seriously as possible, her eyes burning to throw her meaning home, if he didn't get it. Sure she wanted to see where she was staying, but the thought of going back to bed with him was even more appealing to her,