Till Death Do Us Part..

Brendon moved a bit quicker, her moan encouraging him. He continued through the night and well into the morning. He finally slowed, though he didn't stop, his movements slow and gentle as he clung to her.

Grace held him close, unwilling to let him go. "Love you." She muttered over and over as she kissed him, her lips puffy from so many kisses.

"Love you," Brendon murmered against her lips as he kissed her, then kissed down her neck. He pressed into her and stayed there, not moving as he kissed across her chest.

Grace shuddered and tightened her hold on him, unwilling to let him move from where he was. Pleasure stemming from where his lips touched her.

Brendon didn't move as he continued to kiss across her chest. "I wonder what time it is." He murmered against her skin, his lips lingering after each kiss.

Does it matter?" She murmured in reply, her body trembling with each new kiss, the fire burning at her again. She didn't think time mattered when all she wanted was to stay right there forever.

Allen smirked passing the state sign. He was close to them, he could feel it.

"I guess not," Brendon murmered against her skin as he began to move again.

Grace smiled and gripped him tight as possible around the neck, pressing herself close, moving with him as she gave him a deep kiss.

Allen followed the trail impatiently, pulling into the driveway.

Brendon smiled but then stopped, still inside her as he looked around. "Do you hear that?"

Grace growled under her breath, reaching up for another kiss. "Hear what?"

Allen opened the car door and let it open as he stepped from the vehicle, not wanting to male the loud noise of a slamming door.

Brendon frowned as he opened his mind, searching the energies around the house. A black on was outside the door. Curses flew from his mouth as he pulled out and away, slamming his clothes on. "Get dressed, quickly."

Grumbling but picking up his sense of urgency she pulled herself from the bed and located clothes, pulling them on as fast as possible.

Allen stepped in the front door, then began following the trail through the house.

Brendon pushed open the wall, and shoved Grace inside. "Follow it to the garage, then get in a car and go. I'll come find you." he closed the wall behind her.

Grace didn't go anywhere, instead proceeded slamming her fist on the door. "You can't make me leave you, I won't! "

Allen whistled lightly, pulling his sword out and resting it at his side as he finished climbing the stairs and walked to the door he felt the trail lead to.

Brendon had his swords out and ready, he glared at Allen, though didn't say a word.

"Wonderful, wonderful." Allen said, his eyes looking over the room with seriousness that didn't match his tone. "I am so glad you are here to welcome me. Where may I ask is the lovely lady.

Grace pouted on the other side of the door, hitting it with her back. Making a dull, barely hearable thin.

"Away from you." Brendon growled, refusing to be the one to make the first move. Jack, though he was the bad guy, didn't want his preacious holders of information getting hurt. He came inside quietly and making his way up the stairs undetected.

"Well that's no fun..." he began his eyes wondering over the messed up bed and Brendon's appearance. Allen's eyes narrowed and he clutched the sword tighter in his fist. "She's mine." He hissed angrily.

Grave began messing with the door, seeing if there was a way to open it up from her side.

"In your dreams ******." Brendon growled, waiting for him to make the first move.

Allen hissed again and leapt towards Brendon angrily, the sword swinging with incredible force.

Grace continued messing with the door.

Brendon dodged, his sword going into Allen's stomach and twisting as the other slammed into his chest.

Allen screamed angrily and tugged backwards, trying to pull himself off as he swung at Brendon again.

Brendon growled and ducked, twisting the swords again, Allen's sword catching him in the side. A scyth appeared around Allen's neck. "I'd stop right there if I were you." Said a deep voice that came from inside a dark cloak and hood.

Allen froze, his movements immediately, his eyes trapped by the scyth. That was the moment Grace figured out how to open the door.

Brendon ripped his swords from Allen, backing up just in time to stand in front of the door and keep it from opening even slightly.

"The Queen of Shades requests that you leave these mediators and their pets alone." The Reaper growled in his ear, the scyth coming closer to his neck, barely slicing the skin open.