Till Death Do Us Part..

Grace stirred and lay there for a moment before dragging her self from the bed and pondered the fact that those clothes were the clothes she died in. Shaking her head she looked through Brendon's draws. She wanted to wear something new, she smiled softly as she slipped. On a pair e of his old pants and a T-shirt. She considered the fact she was wearing these clothes and she was dead. A small smile came to her lips as she wondered if anyone who couldn't see her would see the clothes.

Brendon was in the study with a book. Not just any book. The book that had been written for Mediators by the first Mediators.

Grace made her way down the stairs and began searching for him. A small smile coming into her lips upon finding him. "Hello."

Brendon looked up from the old book and smiled. "Hello, darling." He said and looked back at his book. He was searching for something, anything.

Grace smiled and walked over to see what he was reading. Raising a brow at the title she continued to smile happily. "Good book?"

Brendon glanced up at her and gave a nod and a smile. "It's the book of Mediators. Everything and anything you need to know."

Grace nodded slowly, "Cool," She moved so she could try and read over his shoulder. "Looking for anything inparticular?" She had a feeling she knew what but didn't say that.

Brendon watched her and shrugged. "Yes and no." He set the book down and took her by the hand, bringing her around to sit on his lap.

Grace sat and tilted her head back so she could give him a kiss, her legs pulling up against her chest in the chair as she settled on him comfortably. "Love you."

Brendon kissed her back, his hand running along her thigh as he held her. "Love you more." He said, settling himself into the chair so he was comfortable. "What do you suggest we do today?"

Grace shivered at his touch and kissed him again, a little deeper. "Whatever you want." She informed him with a smile, her hands balled up against his chest.

Brendon smiled, kissing her again. "I'm open to anything, there isn't really all that much to do out here."

Grace pressed back against him, letting her next kiss go even deeper. "I can think of alot of things." She murmured softly, letting her fingers play with his shirt.

Brendon raised a brow and smiled. "Is that so?" he chuckled and kissed her again, his hand tucking into the side of her jeans, resting on her hip.

She nodded and moved a little on his lap, to make his hand fit easier. "Uh-huh." She murmured and slipped her own hands under his shirt, kissing him again.

Brendon smiled as he kissed her. "Should we take this somewhere private?"

Grace grinned mischievously, "Probably." She slipped her hands further under his shirt and let the next kiss be deep and and long.

Brendon smiled and stood, lifting her up with him, wrapping her legs around him as he carried her out of the room, still kissing her.

Grace tightened her legs around him as she kissed him, her hands wondering his chest impatiently, wanting to pull his shirt off but knowing they couldn't, yet.

Brendon climbed the stairs with her and went into his room, closing the door behind them, kissing her the whole time.

Grace immedatily slid his shirt off, her kisses becoming more insistent as she tightened her legs around him, slipping her hands around his neck.

Brendon smiled in the kisses, dropping on the bed with her. He removed her clothes, the rest of his clothes, and moved so he was over her, his hands roaming teasingly over her body.

Grace shivered beneath his touch, her own hands wondering down his skin, wanting to know the feeling of every inch of him. Her kisses became deeper as her hands got lower.

Brendon softly groaned, his hands moving to her hips as he held her there, becoming one again.

Grace closed her eyes and clung to him, pleasure causing her to lose herself in the movements.

Allen growled and climbed into his car, his mood horrible. It was time to find them.