Blessed by Night

Celeste would never have guessed it, but she liked having a younger boyfriend.

But more than anything, she liked secretly having a younger boyfriend.

There was something about the thrill of sneaking around without anyone knowing and then fornicating like rabbits as soon as they got into a room alone.

Would it be wrong of Celeste to say that this was the most fun she had ever had in her adult life?

"Alright, Mr. Saint... How do they feel?"

Celeste allowed Malachi to sit up in the examination chair and handed him a mirror.

He pulled back his lip and inspected the shiny gold caps covering the fangs on the top and bottom of his jaw.

"Your teeth should have a bit more difficulty breaking through these when you change. They also won't be very noticeable unless you smile."

Malachi smiled at her innocently. "They're great, doc. I really appreciate it."

"U-Uh-huh, just doing my job.."

Celeste almost had a stroke. She wanted more than anything to tell him that he wasn't allowed to do that in the company of other women.

But she couldn't do that at present, because unfortunately, the pair were not in private company…

"They should hold so long as those chompers of yours don't go getting any bigger again." Dr. Wells lifted up Camille and placed her on the observation table alongside Malachi.

"This one seems to have a clean bill of health too, as far as alien vampires go. She's as sharp as a tack too."

Camille raised both of her arms and flexed while looking incredibly smug.

"…Albeit a tiny bit narcissistic, but there's no cure for that." The doctor added.

Camille put her arms down and frowned. She didn't know what that word meant.

She teleported from the table and reappeared atop her father's shoulders. Dr. Wells raised his brow as he realized another point.

"That's another thing too. For some reason, little Saint isn't producing prana from her cells like other blessed are post-reconstruction. I have no idea what powers her abilities, or if the instruments we have here can even identify it."

Cami was back to sticking her chest out with pride.

Malachi stood up and reached for the black cardigan he had discarded nearby. "Can't help you there, Doc. I'm afraid we don't know that much more about ourselves than you."

Celeste watched Malachi cover his torso and button his atcardigan closed with a bitter look in her eyes.

She almost tried to pat him down with a stethoscope again, but there was no way she could get away with that a second time.

It took her ten whole minutes to do it earlier because she kept getting distracted!

At least he didn't have a shirt underneath, so she didn't have to be cut off completely.

But still… she really wanted an opportunity to touch him again.

"I need to finish going over a few labs and see if I can't learn a little more." Dr. Wells headed for the door. "Ms. Nguyen will see you both out."

'Thank you god!!' Celeste screamed internally.

As soon as the door closed on the two of them, Celeste practically knocked Malachi back into the chair as she took his lips first.

"Bleh." Cami made a disgusted sound as she covered her poor innocent eyes.

Celeste had to literally pry herself off of Malachi so she didn't start a fire that she couldn't put out.

But then she remembered: she and Malachi were actually dating now!

And they were adults! With their own houses, and if need be, their own vehicles with tinted windows!

"I-I get off in around ten minutes… do you have any other plans for the rest of the day?"

Malachi smiled bitterly. "Unfortunately I do, sweetheart."

'God! Fucking! Damn it!' Celeste was almost ready to implode.

Malachi barely resisted the urge to laugh. Someone here still hadn't gotten the hang on the whole telepathy thing.

"Oh, that's… disappointing." Was all Celeste allowed herself to say. "Where are you going..?"

Malachi looked at himself in the mirror and lifted up his dreads to reveal his hairline. "Since I'm supposed to be on tv tomorrow I figured I should probably go and get a haircut."

Surprisingly, Celeste pricked up her ears in interest.

But a second later, she went back to maintaining that aloof, professional demeanor.

"Oh, that's… interesting."

Malachi stared at her over the rim of his sunglasses. His surprise was as apparent as the markings underneath his eyes.

"Do you… want to come?" He asked in shock.

Celeste responded coolly.

"W-Well I don't exactly have anything to do today, so I'm sure that I could spare the time if you wanted me to ride with you…"

Malachi almost couldn't believe that he was talking to Celeste.

"…Do you know what it means to take you into the barbershop with me?"

"Obviously." She scoffed.

"What happened to all that stuff about not wanting to be seen as my trophy?"

"I-I still don't, but you've taken everyone else with you at least once, right? I don't want to feel left out, I guess.."

Celeste couldn't believe she was saying all this. It was so damned embarrassing she felt like she could die.

"A-And besides.. sneaking around is fun and all but I'd also like to be able to stand next to my man proudly at least once… unless of course you're embarrassed of me and-"

"Don't even finish that sentence."

Malachi embraced Celeste once again and Cami covered her eyes in protest. Again.

She hoped that whenever she got big a bunch of people wouldn't try to put their mouth on hers like this. Her mouth was for eating.

Malachi pulled away from Celeste and admired her breathless expression from their kiss.

"Meet you in the car?" He smiled.

Celeste just nodded absentmindedly.

"Gaba."

Camille pointed to her cheeks. Both of which remained unkissed.

Her mouth was for eating. Her cheeks still demanded to be paid the proper respects.

Celeste laughed and pulled the small girl from atop her perch and gave her two of the biggest smooches she could muster.

And now, she was beginning to feel like maybe she understood the appeal of kissing after all.

-

Malachi's old barbershop had likely already been destroyed and it's proprietors had likely already passed on.

It was a hard thing to come to grasp with. Malachi had a lot of fond memories in that place.

But eventually, he had to make one of the hardest decisions a young adult male can make. Finding a new barbershop.

Luckily, since moving to New York, some family members of his had already been working on that front.

And after popping in for three 'trial visits' just to get the feel of the shop, Mal was sure that this place was a fit for him.

On a bright and sunny afternoon, Malachi and Celeste were about to walk inside of 'Legacy Cuts Barbershop.' Experience exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

Before Malachi pulled open the door for them, he paused and turned around to give her a nervous warning.

"J-Just before we go in… I wanna warn you now that-"

"Malachi, I'm a grown woman. I know what to expect out of a men's barbershop. I've seen all three of the movies." Celeste actually looked proud of herself for that little tidbit.

Malachi chuckled as he looked down at the little girl holding his hand.

"And you, little parrot. Remember what daddy said about words you hear in the barbershop?"

"Bu."

"That's right, but if you accidentally slip up and say something you heard here then what are you supposed to tell your mommies..?"

"Gawa. Ma."

Malachi nodded, satisfied. "That's right, and then we make it up to Anna later."

Celeste covered her mouth as she tried not to snicker.

Malachi was finally ready to open the door after another deep breath, and when he did he immediately wished he hadn't.

"*Redacted* *redacted* *redacted* I swear to god I hate *redacted* *redacted* like you!"

"*Redacted* please. As if you ever met a young fly motherfucker like me."

"I know PLENTY of *redacted* ass fools like you. You the type of motherfucker to pay for Only fans when you can look in the mirror and see pussy for free!"

"Do me a favor *redacted* and stand up and tie your shoes."

"…."

"Can't do it, can you? *Redacted* over there built like a herd of buffalo."

Laughter rushed out of the building in waves.

Malachi hung his head low. Celeste's jaw dropped open. Cami grinned and committed six new words to memory.