Love Bites, Part 1

"See, I've got some... some illuminations." The werewolf pointed a finger at her temple and twirled it in circles, as if tracing a pattern of whirling thoughts. She leaned across a glossy table towards the vampire opposite, her breath smelling of gin and tonic. "I was thinking maybe if we squeezed ourselves together really hard, we could switch back."

To say she was tipsy was an understatement.

She was also getting a bit familiar. Periodically, she'd nudge the slender knee under the table, or reach across and draw patterns on the inside of the vampire's arm. A low rumble of a laugh accompanied the last suggestion. Two days into the body swap, Rose and Gavin were still cohabiting her pad, in an attempt to avoid other werewolves and general trouble. After getting a bit of cabin fever, Rose suggested they have a night out on the town, and she was well on her way to being three sheets to the wind in the werewolf's body, which was somewhat more susceptible to drunkenness than hers.

Hormones, even if they weren't technically hers, were helping along her 'friendly' behavior. The werewolf's were practically radioactive. As odd as it was to flirt with a partner who looked like a woman (no less herself), Rose knew that it was Gavin in there, and that maybe, if she got his engine to purr, he'd take another roll in the hay with her when this mess was settled.

"So what do you think, Gavin? Vine... how about another romp?"

"You're illuminated alright." Gavin managed to keep his face straight, even as he cocked his head to watch the way Rosalyn got animated when she talked in his body. There was no mistaking the reddish glow on her (his) cheeks from the alcohol, and if he were honest, it was comical and surreal to watch himself get drunk and hear her words float out his mouth.

Rather than draw too much attention, Gavin had decided his drink would be vodka and coke, since there weren't many women out there who dared drink beer in front of total strangers. Though he was starting to realise, as he matched her drink for drink, that he was only getting a buzz now. Curious, maybe he should shift his up to doubles then... The dark liquid had only gotten into his mouth when he heard her words, and he coughed, choking slightly as a slight spray hit the table like mist. "You think if we pushed close enough we could switch back?" Actually that didn't sound so crazy... Maybe Rosalyn had been right all along, with her theory of sleeping together that could have caused it.

So far, he had come up with nothing, so who was he to judge? Not to mention the fact that she kept touching him, as fleeting as it may be, it was still causing the body he was in to react. Which was a disadvantage of sorts, because who else would know how to push her buttons than Rosalyn herself? Setting the glass down, Gavin rolled his eyes at the lipstick mark left behind. Granted, he had managed to coax her into letting him wear flats instead of heels, but the compromise was he still had to wear makeup, much to his chagrin. "Are you saying you want to see what it's like to have sex as we are?"

While the thought of it to begin with was a bit out there for him, gradually he realised it would be no different than solo play. Either way, right now, he'd still be the one touching himself. "You know, Rosalyn... You might be onto something there..." Then again, she might just be slowly getting off her tits, judging by the empty glass. Then again, his was empty too.

At this rate, he may just have to ask the bartender to give him a few extra shots of something if he was going to catch up with Rosalyn.

"What I'm saying is..." Rose slapped her palm against the table, forgetting the nearly massive size of her arm, and the glass tumblers rattled across its surface like an earthquake had struck. "Oops!" After another round of giggles behind the back of her hand, she shook her head and focused on Gavin again.

"Wait..." The smiled faded from masculine features. "What was I saying?" Rose's face lit up. "Oh, it's got to do with friction, that's all. So maybe if you and me go ou'side and take that car of yours to a passion pit... we'll be right as rain in no time."

Or at least hammered and satisfied. Rose didn't much care. She had the most animalistic urge to pound the hell out of someone, and it might as well be herself. No, no, that wasn't it. She had an urge to pounce on him. Gavin! Pounce and bat him around with her giant wolf paws. She reached across to dab at some lipstick at the corner of his mouth, and then decided that wasn't very thorough. "Hold still." The werewolf leaned over, suspended her mouth an inch or so above his, and licked an imaginary smudge of lipstick off his teeth.

Rose sighed and patted his cheek. "Gavin... we need another drink, don't you think?"

Now that couldn't be fair, could it? Gavin's eyes closed as he felt her warm breath against his mouth at first before that tongue dared to glide across his teeth. All this talk about friction and cars, it was a wonder he hadn't jumped across the table and molested Rosalyn already. With an attempt to compose himself, and it was an attempt because he could smell the changes in scent from her, Gavin got up and lifted the empty glasses with his nimble fingers. "I could use a brewery." It was mumbled quietly, though his lips tugged into a grin.

"I'll get us the drink, you stay where you are." The difference with saying things in Rosalyn's voice, than it was in his, was that whatever he said would sound soft and vaguely erotic. Hell, he could tell the bartender he was watching paint dry and make the guy want to shag the wall. Walking to the bar, the vampire set the empty glasses down and asked for a round of the same. Thinking better of it he added, "Better make that two of each, the vodka is doubles."

He was aware of men looking at him, but he ignored it and paid for the drinks, carrying all four glasses together with his small hands. Settling them down on the table before turning to slide back into his seat, Gavin gave the werewolf a wink just for the sake of winding her up. Once he was settled again, he lifted his drink and sipped it, the thought of revenge on his mind. "So, you having fun tonight?" Despite that he was a woman, the vampire was actually having a good time. With ease, Gavin slipped off a flat shoe, maintaining an innocent look as he ran the sole of his foot up Rosalyn's muscular calve, finding her knee and roaming further up, along her inner thigh over her pants.

Rose-as-Gavin's eyes widened as the wandering foot neared the sacred jewels. Now that was a man-sation she did not yearn to experience. Pushing back to escape the combination of eroticism and outright danger, she didn't expect the floor to give resistance. The chair rocked back on two legs. "Gav--!"

Groping for a handhold, she toppled backwards, pulling the table and its beverages to a precarious angle and barely catching herself. Once balance was recovered, Rose reached across and swatted the vampire's arm. "So funny I forgot to laugh. Look what you almost did, I could've broken your neck!" For some reason, that really fractured her. Rose launched into another round of giggles. Before anything terrible could happen to it, she picked up her glass and toasted him. "To us. Bottoms up!"

Gavin watched bemused at Rosalyn's reaction, reaching out to grab the table, so that she wasn't falling backwards when she grabbed it to gain leverage. "Oh so this is how it is, is it?" The vampire lifted a sculpted eyebrow and looked at the werewolf with a questioning look. "You get to touch and tease me, but when I try to push your buttons it isn't allowed."

Well, that wasn't fair, by any means. Sighing, Gavin let himself lean back in the chair heavily and downed the rest of his first drink. The empty glass was slapped onto the table as he lifted the second one up, raising it as Rosalyn toasted them. "Cheers." The glass was tipped once it touched those soft lips, the ice inside clinking, making a deceptive fragile sound.

Sobering, at least in humor, Rose tipped her head. "Aww, don't be that way..." she pouted, still having difficulty getting the borrowed lip to poke out enough for her satisfaction. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pop the clutch." Were she her regular self, she'd go over and climb on his lap and call him pet names to make up for it. Such a sweet, sensitive wolf...pire. So far her attempts to predict Gavin's reactions to things were going about as well as Rosalyn's attempts to do complicated mathematics. She just hadn't memorized his formula...

Yet.

Boy, did she want to.

Rose's tendency to lay it on real thick would have to be more selectively applied. "You can push my buttons all you want, daddy-o." A soft smile and she drank the remainder of her drink in long, thirsty swallows. She was hoping to get absolutely totalled at least once while she was human. Sunlight and tasting and a heartbeat had offered nostalgic moments, but this reckless abandon was the stuff of living.

Quirking an eyebrow, Gavin considered what she had just said quietly. "I can push your buttons?" Now he just had to work out how to, apparently trying to get his body to respond while she was in it was out of the question, and he doubted that Rosalyn would enjoy seeing herself act provocative. Swirling his drink, he took his time sipping at it while he thought, blue eyes watching the werewolf from under dark lashes.

Then he remembered something, and his lips slowly curled into a wicked little grin, his chin resting on his palm as he leaned on the table with his elbow. Rosalyn liked it when he talked. "Be honest, how many times has having sex like this crossed your mind?" Then, altogether more wickedly he added, "Or are you too afraid to let yourself get turned on in my body?" Alright, so he was baiting her deliberately, but he figured that she deserved it. Even if just a little.

Lifting his hands up, he reclined in order to stretch, his eyes staying on Rosalyn the entire time with an almost lazy smirk. Now he just had to see how she took it.

"Afraid?" It came out in a bluster. Though she was human enough on the outside, her conscious mind was still that of a vampire, and while not exactly a vicious kind of killer, she wasn't one to have much fear, simply because she didn't stop and consider her actions long enough to experience it. "I am... fear free," she said, swiping her palm above the table. This whole switcheroo was like a science experiment; it was teaching her how much of her personality and actions were a result of being 'Rose', and how much a result of her species. Because even as she claimed no fear, she felt Gavin's body surge with adrenaline.

"Also guilt free and regret free." But no stranger to emotion. Any vampire who claimed so was an actor. There was a growing part of Rose that wanted to be jacketed with him. Normally she wasn't much of a scrapper, but cat fights weren't out of the question. Being in his body these last few days, Rose was grossly aware of how women looked at him. It made her want to scratch their eyes out.

"So to answer your question," Rose said, resting her forearms on the table, "At least a dozen times. I'd get your horny little secrets, and I want those."

Gavin snorted, watching the way she bristled at his comments, and tried not to laugh. Apparently he could push Rosalyn's buttons, just not the way he had intended, but no less amusing regardless. "Of course you're fearless." Keeping his face as straight as possible, the vampire tipped his head and ran his nimble fingers through his thick dark hair coyly. "Oh I bet you do." His lips twitched and threatened to give away the fact that he was winding her up. "Maybe I don't want to share my little deviant secrets."

That was a pure lie, he was practically bursting at the seams to share those kind of things with Rosalyn, in exchange for finding out hers, and he imagined she would have quite a few. Though he was having too much fun teasing her right now to let her know that. "Come to any revelations yet while being in body? Worked out what makes me tick?" It was safe to say that Gavin was enjoying himself too much now, and he expected Rose wouldn't be too thrilled to have her feathers ruffled so much.

The trouble was, it was almost addictive to get a rise out of her.

On a liquor-addled brain, it took concentration to form words properly, but with a little slowing down and some effort, Rose managed it. "Physically, you mean? Well, I've done some exploring..." The empty glass dangled from her fingers. "Of course, I was hep to the puppy dog ears, but let's not forget the back of the neck, right... here." She reached back to give her nape a scratch. "That's cloud nine, huh? And... I may've noticed something here." That same hand flattened against the muscular wall of her borrowed abdomen, rubbing back and forth as if soothing a growling stomach.

"Like any guy, you love it when a gal digs your arms. The soft touches, too, you like those." Rose lowered her voice. "Buuuuut what really makes your clock tick's not physical. It's what's in here that makes you floor it." She leaned across the gap to tap a finger against the vampire's forehead. "That part you took with you, but lemme see if I can guess."

Rose chewed at her lip, gathering thoughts all too eager to scatter. "Mm... the curve at the bottom of a woman's back, and this spot right here," she touched the soft skin above Gavin's collarbone, "You think about sinking your teeth in, even though you never would, 'cause you're such a good boy. But most of all, it's the idea of being between my dimpled knees."

The tip of Gavin's pointy tongue pushed against the sharp tip of his canine, his lips pulling back into a bit of an embarrassed smile as he dipped his head slightly. A subtle clearing of throat before he lifted his eyebrows and took a sip of his drink, the fluid inside the glass sloshing at the sudden movement. "Usually I would deny all that..." Cocking his head, he watched Rosalyn for a moment before reaching out to place his small hand over her larger one. Softly, the pad of his thumb ran across hers, "But the truth is, you got it all spot-on, you little vixen."

There was something they hadn't done yet, and Gavin was certain it would be now or never, because Rose was getting that relaxed, slumped look of a happy drunk guy. Standing up, he walked over to her and held out his small hand, "Dance with me." It wasn't a question. Who cared if they were the only ones to be doing it, he didn't, not any more. Too much had happened in the past couple of days for him to be self conscious in a quiet little bar.

"Please?" There, he had asked, and although it would be weird to be the one leaning his head on her shoulder he didn't seem to mind too much. Not enough to stop the desire to cuddle vertically at least. Whatever was going on with him, it wasn't just because he was a werewolf, he was certain because even as a vampire... That soft spot for Rosalyn remained.

"I'd dance with you any night of the week," she said. Taking his hand, Rose stood up, a bit wobbly but not too much to lean against someone and sway to a tune. There wasn't a formal dance floor, but there was a clear area near their table, and she went with him to it and wrapped her arms around Gavin, practically dwarfing him.

There it was, sure enough. The first real genuine twinge of longing for her normal self, because she would've given her right arm to know how it felt to dance with the werewolf, up close and personal, like she was his girl.

She closed her eyes. "You know what, clyde, you could make a girl's heart beat again." There had been once or twice when Rose was surprised it didn't do a jump-start, like when they were together before, and he said something so erotic her knees practically melted.

"I'm going to hold you to that, just so you know." Gavin gave her a wink, forgetting for a moment that he was still in her body, the action just coming naturally. Though it did surprise him, the way his feelings for Rosalyn remained even through changing bodies. That, for most people, would be a complete deal breaker to anything. Apparently not for him, who very much still wanted to spend his time with her, even if it meant he was a woman talking to himself.

Leaning into the gentle embrace, Gavin let his ear press against Rosalyn's chest, her shirt warm and soft against his cheek as he settled against her, listening to that deep, rhythmic beat of her heart. Not having one of his own anymore meant he could appreciate the sound of it all the more. Even the sound of her breathing and the little gurgling noises of her body functioning, they all worked together to create her own little tune.

Small hands reached up to pull Rosalyn extra close, ruffling her shirt with the delicate sound of friction, as if trying to merge with her. While he may not say what he was feeling, it was obvious that he was expressing it through his actions, no matter how subtle. Right now, he just wanted to be holding her in his arms, "Just because we can't hear it, doesn't mean it isn't." Then it hit him... This feeling that he would do anything just to be able to see her smile again, or nuzzle into her hair to kiss that sweet spot just behind her ear where it dipped slightly, their species didn't even play a part in it right now.

Rose smiled and gave a little laugh. The concept of her heart doing silent beats was one she dug. Resting head atop the vampire's, she gave him an appreciative nuzzle and settled in for the dance.

At first when the wave of dizziness came, she figured it was intoxication. Oh brother, she thought. Maybe the werewolf's constitution was less than she imagined; in that case, she was about to pass out.

A real bummer, considering how much she was enjoying the night, and now she'd have to be carted out like a sack of potatoes. But the dizzy wave neither relented nor culminated in a topple to the floor. Instead there was a strangely internal feeling of being dragged, almost like an undertow on the shoreline pulling at a wader's ankles. Lifting her head to alert Gavin to the unsavory feeling, she had to blink, because she was suddenly eye-level with his chest.

His very broad, masculine chest.

The squeeze of feminine shoes on her feet was what she noticed next. Then a loss of heat, a suddenly quieter body (funny how she'd never noticed the tiny noise a pulse made in one's own body before). Rosalyn looked up at his shadowy jawline and exclaimed, "Gavin? Gavin!" The only real let-down was how she'd lost her buzz.

Shit... Maybe he shouldn't have started drinking doubles, because suddenly he felt his world tip like a sinking ship, and his arms tightened around Rosalyn as he tried to keep his footing. The strangest sensation of moving washed over Gavin, even though his feet were planted firmly on the ground. Then a lurching feeling in his stomach, like he had drank too much and it was only now hitting him.

Opening his eyes, Gavin was about to say something when he heard his name. It took him a few moments to focus, the room was swimming slightly, but when he did his jaw went slack. "Rosalyn?" Blinking rapidly, one eye closing so he could focus more, he took in the sight of the vampire and suddenly let out a loud roar of contentment. "Rose!" The werewolves arms snaked further around the small frame of the brunette, suddenly lifting her up until her feet dangled in the air, their noses touching ghostly. "It's you, you're back, I see you!" Warm gin and tonic scented breath caressed against her lips as he spoke.

Now he was the one rather intoxicated, and it showed from the way he was clutching her, as if she would vanish any second. "I missed getting to look at you, getting to hold you..." Suddenly, Gavin nuzzled against her neck, his nose burying into her dark hair as his lips found that little dip behind Rosalyn's ear. "Getting to feel you against my skin." The werewolf breathed in deep, taking in as much of her scent as possible.

Later he would be embarrassed by how vocal he was, but right now the liquor she had consumed was loosening his tongue, and he was far to overwhelmed to give a damn.

Mind-boggled was a good way to describe Rose's reaction. Laughing, she flexed her heels up in the air and said, "Wow, you're effusive when you're totalled." She needed to get him doing shots more often, it was a gas. The things his warm breath did to her neck were driving her batty, but she peeled back to look at him. The werewolf's cheeks were bright red and his eyes were glassy. How many glasses had she downed? Now he was stuck with her stupor and her hangover.

But he was a good-looking thing. So very cherry, which Rose said aloud without thinking about it.

How had they switched back? Maybe she was right and it was the proximity; as satisfying as being right could be, Rose hoped that wasn't it, because she'd like to get close all over again, without fear of retribution. Worrying about retribution from a pack of wolves was enough.

"I missed you, too," she said. Even if he'd been with her practically the whole time, it wasn't she same as being himself, all the way through. "What do you say we finish this dance and then get out of here?"

Strong arms were still holding Rosalyn against his chest like she was the most precious thing he had ever encountered, and no one, was getting to take her away from him. While she may have witnessed the looks that Gavin got, he was all too aware of the ones that she received, and he wasn't opposed to getting furry and tearing them to shreds either. Not that he would admit that to her, of course, but it was what he felt.

"You did? See, that makes me happy." Gavin's words were starting to slur, his tongue not able to move as well as it once could because of the alcohol in his system. Almost as an after thought, one of his large hands came up to wipe his mouth, as if he expected that to help. "Kick and prance?" Oh yeah, that's why they were standing, because he wanted to dance with her... But didn't that change them back?

Suddenly, a look of panic washed over the drunken werewolf, and he staggered backwards a little. Dipping his head once he was a few steps away from her to whisper, "Nooo, what if we switch?" Then he was caught off guard by a stray hiccup, and blinked at her dumbly. "Maybe, it's alright?" Slowly the wheels in his head were turning, and he swayed a little, one eye closing again as he focused on Rosalyn. "Cause we know how to switch back!"

Apparently satisfied with what he thought was a fool proof plan, he stepped back towards Rosalyn and scooped her into his arms, the material of his shirt bunching up as he held her. "We're Calvin Klein."


A bubble of laughter floated past her lips. "We're what? Calvin Klein?" She raised up on her toes, and the little pair of shoes she wore twisted back and forth as she rocked his torso. "Is that the same as being made in the shade?"

Rose pressed herself against the intoxicated heat radiating from him and scrunched his shirt in her fingers. "That's my favorite saying, by the way." The vampire could think of far worse things than making it with a man in the semi-dark.

The opportunity to plaster herself all over an inebriated and very affectionate Gavin in front of prying eyes was too good to pass up. Rose slid a knee between his and gave her werewolf a lipstick print on his throat, where it pulsed up and down.

"We're fine!" White teeth were shown as Gavin grinned at Rosalyn the only way a drunken werewolf could. "Made in the..." Dark eyes narrowed as his eyebrows knitted together, it took him a few seconds before he asked, "Does that mean laid?" Then, with the prospect of that in mind, his grin got wider. Clearly someone was enjoying the thought of that.

Feeling her lips on his skin sent a sudden burst of warmth through him, and his eyes closed as he absorbed the sensation for all it was worth. Filled with Dutch courage, the knee between Rosalyn's legs lifted ever so slightly, just enough to increase the contact where he wanted it to be and no more. "The things you do to me." Lowering his head, he captured Rosalyn's soft lips with his, the softest of growls vibrating from within his chest.

He would've felt her smile into his mouth. The vampire scritched and scratched her nails upward until they reached his nape and toyed with the short hairs there. Either use the ill-gotten knowledge or lose it.

Leaning the slightest way forward onto the warmth of his thigh, she decided to enlighten him. "It means... Things are easy, a sure thing... Like I'm gonna be for you, long as you don't pass out on me. Hey, do that growl thing again."

When those nails moved to the back of his neck, Gavin felt himself leaning over Rosalyn, craning his neck up to her touch. Little fireworks were going off behind his closed eyes, and the werewolf didn't care how stupid he looked, as long as she just didn't stop. The faintest twitch began in his leg muscle, his foot ready to tap excitedly.

Bringing his cheek against Rosalyn's, he rubbed his stubble gently against her, while his lips worked their way wetly up her neck. Breathing warmly against her ear the werewolf grinned, his gruff voice coming out as a whisper, his words only for her. "The only one passing out will be you, and it wont be from gin." Delicately, his teeth caught her earlobe, another growl leaving him warmly, just because she asked so nicely.

"Oh, you're so confident then?" She asked, practically purring in that velvety voice. How he should be, she thought, but kept quiet about it. Rose dipped in time with a song she'd only just noticed again, going down his knee like it was a slide and lifting up again. She gathered one of the werewolf's hands between their chests and twined their fingers, looking down to count each knuckle with a kiss.

She peered up at him through a black curl that had fallen across her forehead. The vampire opened her mouth and fixed her teeth to his skin, testing, letting the threat of doing something quite forbidden hang in the moment, before she danced her tongue across it instead. "I'm pretty confident, too."

A tiny grunt left Gavin's throat when he felt Rosalyn move down his thigh, sparking memories and creating certain images in his mind. "Just determined to give you a night you'll never forget." Truth was, he felt so lucky to be able to see her again, to feel her, that the werewolf was intent on memorising every part of the vampire all over again. Drunk or not, he knew it was Rosalyn he wanted, and boy was he going to show her how much.

Lips parted when her teeth caught his skin, and he teetered on the edge of the obscene, torn between wanting to feel what it was like and wanting to pull away from her. Then it was over with, and he let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. "Thinking of biting me?" There was no harsh tone, instead it seemed more curious, as a vampire he had felt the urge to do just that and part of him was ashamed of it. Would he let her if she said yes? Right now he was so happy he might agree, providing it wasn't his neck, but then again he was intoxicated and in the morning who was to say he'd feel the same way about it. Dangerous waters.

Leaning in, his lips worked against the shell of Rosalyn's ear to whisper something incredibly naughty, "How about a compromise, instead of biting me we go home and I eat you?" His large hand snaked around to splay against the perfect dip of her lower back. "What do you say?" Apparently the alcohol in his system was leaving him free of inhibitions.

Rosalyn anticipated the heat that would rise into her cheeks, and when it didn't because it no longer could, she felt a mild disappointment that he wouldn't see her arousal on her face. So she'd just have to spell it out for him. "I'd say the restaurant is open all hours."

Raising up, she gave his chin a nip of sharp teeth and his lower lip a slow sucking kiss. The taste of gin on him was more mild than the very human, masculine taste underneath that made her insides turn to jell-o. A telling sigh flooded from inside her. "As for that bite... Only if you said pretty please." Backing away then, she gathered up his hands and tugged him away from where they danced. "I wanna hit the road."

"Great, I'm starving." With a wink, Gavin took slow steps as he was guided out of the bar.


[To be continued...]