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Say Uncle - A Danny Phantom-verse Fic	By : AccioLucius Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Het- Male/Female Views: 7107 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Vlad didn’t eat that night. His stomach was the tightest it had ever been, even worse than back when he got the news that the love of his life had married his best friend. Yes, this was much more than that. Roz had been right; she was someone who could return the feelings he had for her. He had had a taste of it, and now it was gone.

With a bottle of brandy sitting on a table beside him, Vlad spent his evening and night in the den. The combination of alcohol and Sunday Night Football dulled his sadness. He wanted nothing more than for Roz to be sitting there beside him with her head on his chest, commenting on how pointless the game of football is.

He had earlier found that Roz had left, but guessed it wasn’t for good. She left most of her belongings behind, and he didn’t feel she would have left him for good without saying something. Even if it was profane, Roz would have spoken to him. She always had to have the last word and this was a time where she left the conversation open ended.

Vlad kept his phone close in case she called. She never did of course. He thought about calling her just to make sure she was ok, but he knew she wouldn’t even think about answering. Vlad did however send her a text.

“I miss you. Please, come back.”

Vlad wasn’t one to show inferiority or easily share his feelings. He frowned as he sent it. There was so much he needed to tell her, but it would be wrong to say over a text message. He wanted her to know how he felt, but couldn’t sum it up well enough.

Drowsiness finally came, and Vlad was glad. Sleep was a much more effective way to escape his turmoil. He noticed how empty his arms were in bed when compared to the night before.

Roz went straight to bed when she entered her room at the inn. She didn’t change clothes or anything else she usually did before turning in. She simply crawled into bed and stared at the wall. She wasn’t sleepy at all, but she didn’t want to be awake. She still didn’t know how to feel.

Finding out she slept with Vlad himself wasn’t what bothered her. The fact that he went along with the entire thing, hiding that it was him, that’s what upset her. What if she had different feelings for Vlad? It would almost been as if he raped her.

Roz shuddered. In a way, she had let it happen. She could have driven Plasmius away from her or told Vlad about what was going on. If he was as sorry as he said, he would have put an end to his charade as soon as it started.

She then blushed. They had done many things together in such a short amount of time. She wondered what Vlad thought of her.

Roz jumped when her phone vibrated on the table by her head. She had forgotten to turn it off. Lazily, she reached over and looked at the screen. It was a text message. Out of curiosity, she opened it. And she wished she hadn’t. She put a hand to her contorting face a she started to bawl at reading Vlad’s message.

She knew Vlad, and she knew he would never say such a thing unless he was really hurting. Roz then got angry at herself for feeling sad for him. He had every right to hurt, but Roz didn’t want him to, especially if she could do anything about it.

Without a response, Roz put her phone on silent and put it away. She didn’t want Vlad to hurt, but he also needed to think about what he had done. Roz flipped her pillow over to the dry side before closing her eyes to go to sleep.

She dreamed about Vlad, but it wasn’t like any of her previous dreams. Innocent images of her and Vlad popped into her head. Taking strolls hand in hand, cuddling in front of the tv, and slow loving kisses. Roz was aware of what she dreaming while it was happening. When her mind left the dream state, she felt that she was comforted.

For most women, shopping was a form of stress relief. Roz was no different. After waking and prettying herself up she hit the nearest mall. She felt less and less upset as the day wore on. She didn’t know if her emotions were straightening up on their own or if having her mind off Vlad was what done it. Not that Vlad was completely out of her mind; he never was.

When it was near closing, Roz packed her bags into her car and headed back to the inn. She would kick herself for it later, but she also gathered up her belongings and paid the innkeeper what she owed. Almost reluctantly, Roz drove off to head back to Vlad.

It was late when she got there, but she saw the fireplace glowing from a window. She hoped Vlad would come to the door. It was well below freezing and there was a new round of snow slowly falling. Roz brought her fist up to the door to knock, pausing before her hand made contact to the wood.

There was no answer, so she kept knocking. Roz was beginning to feel her nose and eyes run from the cold air. She began to knock on the door quickly, almost beating on it.

“God, please open the door,” she whispered to herself.

Roz jumped as the door opened as the last word left her mouth.

Vlad looked down at her shivering body with a strange expression. This was indeed a déjà vu moment. Roz started to speak, but couldn’t find her words. She just stared up at him as her emotions started to surface. Tears finally left her eyes, but it wasn’t from the cold. She all but jumped into Vlad’s arms an instant later.

He breathed in heavily as she threw her arms around him. Vlad didn’t say anything as he closed the door and hugged her back. Roz continued to cry, clutching at Vlad’s body. Without a word he picked her up and carried her into the foyer, setting her down in front of the fire.

Vlad had to pry her away from him so he could look at her. He swallowed hard, catching himself before he spoke. “I don’t even know where to start,” he whispered.

“I’m furious with you,” Roz told him as she wiped at her eyes, “but I…” She trailed off as she looked up at him. Her insides fluttered as she saw him watching her.

Roz knew what she was about to say, but she knew better. This was not the time to say it, especially since she was already emotionally strung up. “I don’t know,” she finally said, more to herself.

“You don’t have to say anything. There’s no need for you to explain anything.” Vlad reached for one of her hands. “You being back is more than I could ask for.”

Roz closed her eyes and tilted her head as Vlad used his other hand to caress her face. “How do I make you feel?” she asked him.

He almost laughed. “Absolutely and completely happy, and that’s just when you look at me. You’re ambitious, caring, understanding, fiery,” he did laugh the last word and leaned towards her face.

Vlad rested his forehead against hers. Roz looked up at him, but he dropped his gaze. She could sense his reluctance, so she angled her head to give him better access to her lips.

“I love you, Roslynne,” he whispered instead.

He looked up at her then. Roz stared back with wet eyes. She couldn’t really believe what she had just heard. Vlad didn’t give her time to respond as he gently brushed his lips against hers, pausing until Roz kissed him back. Tears started to stream down her face again as she kissed him. She was glad she had come back.

“If you’re lying to me I swear I’ll,” Roz started as she broke away from him.

“You know that I’m not,” Vlad murmured.

Roz buried her face into his neck to hide her face, biting at her bottom lip to keep from smiling. She was still upset with him and wanted him to know that, but she couldn’t help but feel happy. Moving reluctantly at first, Roz brushed her lips against Vlad’s neck. He breathed in heavily and closed his eyes as Roz slowly went up his neck.

Vlad gently lifter her chin so she could return to his lips. She surprised them both with her feverish kisses, and more still when she straddled his lap. Vlad smirked at her in between kisses when she pulled at his hairband and combed his silver hair out.

He tugged at the zipper of her jacket, making Roz skip a heartbeat. Vlad moved the collar aside enough to lightly kiss the bruised area of her neck. All the while he continued to pull the zipper down until it broke away from the opposite side of the jacket. One at a time, Vlad hooked a finger under each collar and pulled them off Roz’ shoulders. She played along by pulling her sleeves the rest of the way off.

Roz’s breath caught when Vlad slipped his hands under the bottom of her shirt. As he started to lift it, Roz grabbed the edges and pulled it up herself. Vlad’s lips met hers as soon as the shirt cleared her head. His hand trailed along her back. It was very warm to the touch from facing the fireplace.

As Vlad continued to kiss her, Roz shakily brought her hands to Vlad’s shirt. She wondered if he had the same body as Plasmius and began releasing the buttons. He curled his mouth into another smile and started to help her.

Roz’s face burned when Vlad’s shirt was off. Yes, he had the same body. The same one who’s touch she couldn’t resist. She rested her head against his chest, sighing when Vlad unhooked her bra. His hands trailed down her arms, bringing the straps with them.

Vlad trailed kisses down her chest when it was off. Roz raised herself onto her knees, where Vlad took her into his mouth. She sighed and closed her eyes at the familiar feeling she secretly missed. Her breath quickened as Vlad started to gently bite her. Roz hastily reach for Vlad’s belt and unfastened his pants, freeing his straining manhood. She didn’t do anything else, though. She felt nervous and unsure.

Vlad took her into his arms and laid her back onto the bearskin rug on the floor. Kissing her softly, he laid down on top of her. When he started to leave her lips, Roz wrapped her hands around him and kissed him back.

Her hand eventually did find its way back to Vlad’s pants, but this time it was to begin pulling them over his hips. Vlad’s breathing became heavy and he began to undo Roz’s pants. They broke away from each other momentarily to finish undressing.

When Roz laid down again she bent her knees, opening them just enough for Vlad’s hips to settle between them. She felt herself shiver with excitement when his erected pressed against her. He looked down at her, and Roz gave him a soft smile. He bent down and kissed her slowly, keeping his hips elevated.

He began to slowly rock against her in time with their kisses. His entry was long and slow, unlike last time, although Roz did gasp when he broke into her. She was still sore, but she didn’t mention anything. Vlad’s thrusts sped up, but he still paced himself, going as far into her as he could.

Roz’s nails raked down his back as she arched hers. She had heard slow lovemaking was more loving, and it was, but it was also intense. Just when she was dying to have him thrust into her again, he did. It was almost like he was teasing her.

Vlad continued to kiss her as his hands gripped the rug. He started thrusting faster and harder the more Roz’s back arched. When his name slipped from her lips, he all but slammed into her. She cried out loudly, both from pain and pleasure.

Vlad kept the same speed and force, making Roz lose her voice because of her screams once again. Her orgasm was hard when it came, making her extremely dizzy and senseless. She wasn’t quite sure when Vlad came until he collapsed on top of her.

Their heavy breathing was in sync, pressing their chests together. Roz felt a warm wetness from the sweat she hadn’t realized they were covered in. She turned her head towards Vlad, who looked as if he was already asleep. Roz brushed his hair from his face, making him open his eyes. He grinned at her with tired eyes, which she returned.

Roz adverted her eyes when Vlad pulled out of her. She knew her blood would be on him, and she didn’t want the mood spoiled. Her eyelids drooped as Vlad moved over to put out the fireplace. They were both exhausted, so they settled back down on the rug. Vlad took Roz into his arm and folded the thin rug over them for a makeshift blanket.

“Goodnight,” Vlad whispered as he kissed her forehead.

Roz snuggled closer to him, smiling. Yes, she was very glad she had come back.
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