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The two vampires moved into grappling positions. Her cool, shallow breath washed over his bare sweaty torso as she exerted herself in an effort to topple him. His own inhalations brought with them the intoxication of her scent, which was only growing more intense as she herself became sweaty with the exercise. Fulton couldn't help his mind being carried away as his imagination conjured up  times in the future when he could smell the same scent following a more pleasurable activity.

With his concentration broken Gabriella was finally able to drop Fulton to the floor. He was now even more distracted suddenly finding himself back in reality and dropped onto his back. Using his continued distraction to her
continued advantage she rolled him onto his stomach and brought his arms up behind his back. She sat herself so that her weight was on his lower back and pushed forwards to hold his arms in place with all her strength. Fulton struggled against her grip.

"This doesn't count," Fulton said talking into the floor. "My mind wandered."

"Any excuse," Gabriella laughed. "And where did your mind go?"

Fulton stopped struggling. "Heaven."

Gabriella released her hold and he felt her weight leave his back. He rolled over and pulled himself up into a sitting position. Gabriella stood pulling at the material of her jogging trousers and the T-shirt that was just starting to stick to her sweat.

"I think training in this bulky clothing could be limiting me," she said.

Fulton smiled. "I can think of an easy way to remedy that."

"Me too." She crossed her arms over her front to take hold of the bottom of her T-shirt at opposite sides. She started to lift the garment.

Fulton jumped to his feet and rushed over to stop her. He held the bottom of her T-shirt in place.

"We shouldn't be rushing this."

"What are you talking about?"

"This," Fulton said gently tugging the material he held. "We should wait until we have sorted ourselves out before we get that serious."

"I absolutely agree." Gabriella stepped away from him and he released the T-shirt.

In one flowing motion she had the T-shirt over her head and had tossed it into the corner of the room. It hit the blinds that covered the large patio windows which covered most of that wall but didn't disturb then enough to admit any sunlight.

"I thought . . ." Fulton began, trailing off when he noticed that Gabriella hadn't been naked under the T-shirt.

She didn't stop at removing that one item of clothing. Her jogging trousers quickly followed and were piled on top of the T-shirt. Leaving Gabriella standing regarding him in a navy blue leotard.

"What were you expecting?" Gabriella asked standing with her hands on her hips.

"I think you know," Fulton replied.

Gabriella tried to keep a serious look on her face but couldn't prevent it being eroded by a good-natured smile. "Are you disappointed?"

Fulton gave her a lingering look. "Definitely not."

He circled around her and when he was looking at her from behind he put a serious mask over his own face. "Except . . ."

The smile dropped from Gabriella's face. "What is it?"

"Nothing," Fulton said unconvincingly.

"Tell me."

"It's just not the most flattering thing I've seen you wearing. From behind it kind of makes your  bum look . . . well . . ." Fulton stopped as though unwilling to voice his criticism. Instead he simply
brought his hands up in an ever widening gesture.

As the look on her face changed from one of seriousness to embarrassment and she twisted her body to get a look, Fulton couldn't help but laugh.

"Got you."

Her embarrassment gave way to exasperation. "Bastard."

"I know."

There was a comfortable silence then Gabriella said, "Shouldn't we get back to training?"

Fulton nodded. "I suppose we should. But I don't know how much use I'm going to be. If I was distracted before imagine how it's going to be with you dressed like that."

"Perhaps I should remove this as well so that you don't have to be distracted by your imagination."

"If you did that there's only one thing I'd be good for."

Gabriella crossed the space between them in three slow steps. "And what would that be?" Her voice was so low Fulton only just caught her words.

Fulton didn't answer with words of his own. Instead, unable to resist her allure any longer he took her into his arms. Their mouths found each others and they kissed like starving people. They were animal things as they let their hands roam each others bodies.

"We shouldn't be doing this yet," Fulton managed in a brief respite from kissing.

"We should wait," Gabriella agreed.

Their mouths were still plastered together and they sank to the floor together. The heat of their passion threatened to cook them both.

But it wasn't the passion they shared that bound them together. Fulton had Passion with Francesca as did Gabriella, but what Fulton and Gabriella had was more than that. To give into animalistic instincts like this would be cheapen, and possibly destroy, the love they had.

"We need to stop," Fulton said releasing Gabriella and sitting up. "What we have is special. Unique. And we need our first time to be equally as special."

Gabriella followed him into a sitting position and twiddled her fingers in his hair. "You keep resisting my charms like this, and keep trying to make it perfect for
me, and I'm going to start mistaking you for a gentleman."

"I'm only a gentleman when it suits me."

"Glad to hear it."

They lay back down and Fulton held her in a close embrace. But for now they were both content to simply hold each other. More would come later.

Francesca opened the door to Fulton's room and instructed Persephone to follow her back into   her own room. The first of her plan had been put in place now she had to make sure that the rest would proceed according to her
designs. This meant keeping Persephone on her side and preparing her for the part she had to play in the proceedings.

"Now what? I agreed to go along with your plan."

It took all of her self-control to keep from snapping at the insolent girl. "You agreed to help, yes. Now I have to give you the tools to perform your role."

"Can we get this over with quickly then? Fulton should be back upstairs soon."

"He's with Gabriella trying to further poison her mind against me," Francesca said. "Neither one of them will be coming back up any time soon."

She spoke without anger but inside she was seething. All those years she had spent with Gabriella were being unravelled by Fulton in just a few weeks.
If she wasn't quick in separating them she would loose her. In fact, although she was reluctant to admit it, it could already be too late. Fulton could already have pushed her too far away. But she had to try.

Francesca noticed Persephone looking impatient. She would have to keep this one around after she drove Fulton away. Yes, Fulton would not be able to carry on with Persephone, he would be totally alone. And then if Francesca did find that Gabriella was too far gone to be brought back she would at least have immediate access to a substitute until she could find another more permanent partner.

But first she had to separate Fulton and Gabriella and she wouldn't do that unless she got on with her plan. She
opened the wardrobe that was filled with the few outfits of Gabriella's they had salvaged after fleeing the nest. She searched through until she found two nearly identical plastic halter tops and two almost identical pairs of black trousers. She cast one of each onto the bed and hung the others in the front of the wardrobe.

"All her jackets are of different styles so we'll just pick the one which disguises you best. She doesn't wear jackets inside anyway. The same goes for shoes."

Francesca went to her own wardrobe and removed a cardboard box from the bottom. She put it on the floor and lifted the lid. Inside were a selection of wigs in a variety of colours and styles from down the ages. She chose a dark wig that matched the current colour of
Gabriella's hair. The wigs hair was long and straight where Gabriella's was cut just above her shoulders. Francesca took a pair of scissors from the dressing table. The problems with the wig could be rectified easily.

She turned back to find Persephone still standing where she had been at the beginning of her search through the wardrobes. Still dressed in the clothes she had been when Francesca fetched her from Fulton's room.

"What are you waiting for? Put those on so I can see how you look."

Persephone looked down at the floor. "I don't have any underwear on so could you please leave the room while I change."

She was being respectful at least even if she was being stupid. "You don't
want me to see you naked, even after what we got up to yesterday. I think we are a bit beyond that sort of shyness."

Persephone looked up from the floor but didn't meet Francesca's eyes. "I don't know what came over me."

"I do," Francesca said. She took hold of Persephone's hand and ran her fingers over the back of it. "Do you need a reminder." She started to pull Persephone's hand towards her as she had when she convinced her to go along with her plan. Persephone let her hand be guided but after a few moments Francesca pulled it away.

"First things first," Francesca said.

Persephone shook her head as though to clear her confusion about what had just happened. She started taking off
her own clothes and getting dressed in the ones Francesca had put out for her.

When she was done Francesca made her do a twirl so that she could see her from every angle.

"It looks promising," she said. "Now for the finishing touch."

She tucked Persephone's mousy hair under the black wig. After adjusting it to the correct position she started trimming it to the correct length and style to match Gabriella's current hair style. She took a step back to better see how it looked and then trimmed a little more from the fringe. Finally she stepped away and nodded.

"Perfect."

She motioned for Persephone to do another twirl. Francesca's eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips. "Not quite
perfect," she said. "You need to wear the clothes like Gabriella."

Francesca moved in closer to Persephone and started adjusting her top pulling it slightly tighter. She slipped her hand down the front of the top cupping Persephone's breasts and lifting them higher in the top in turn to emphasise them as Gabriella would. She let her hands linger only slightly as she did so.

"Now you're perfect," Francesca said. "You need to keep these things hidden from Fulton. If he remembers seeing them in your wardrobe the game will be up."

Persephone nodded along and started to remove the outfit. She seemed very eager to get herself out of the tight top. She also appeared eager to get out of the room and Francesca's presence.
She was proving to be surprisingly resilient to Francesca's charms.

Persephone had finished stripping and had taken up both the outfit they had just picked and the one she had been wearing before and was making her way to the door.

Francesca got there before her and stood in front of the door obstructing her. "So eager to leave. Why not stay and have a little fun? They'll be downstairs for a while longer yet."

She caught the younger vampire with her eyes and felt the walls of resistance crumbling. Not giving Persephone any time to mount another defence, she walked her back to the bed and pushed her down. At first Francesca was the one doing all the work but after  a few minutes guiding her the other
vampire got the idea and started reacting all by herself when Francesca presented different parts of her body for her to play with. Within a half hour she was at it like she had been doing it all her life.

Yes, she would make an acceptable stopgap if Gabriella could not be salvaged. Francesca groaned in pleasure and moved her hips to grind herself harder against Persephone as the young vampire explored her novice techniques. Persephone could only mumble something about Francesca liking it like that.

Possibly Francesca would have keep her around anyway even if Gabriella remained hers. She was a very quick study.

Persephone had been uncharacteristically pleasant when Fulton rejoined her after 'training' with  Gabriella. Fulton had tried to clear Gabriella out of his thoughts. He had managed to control himself with Gabriella and they had made a joint decision to wait until they had sorted the mess of emotions and lovers that they were in. Persephone might have caught on to his barely contained sexual excitement because she was all over him as soon as he entered the room. In seconds they were back at it as they had been those first few times. Only this time Fulton was trying to keep the noise down so that hearing Fulton make love to another woman wouldn't upset Gabriella. Even though Fulton knew she
could well be at it next door with Francesca at the same time.