Never Forget, Louis

I looked up at my love's entrancing gray eyes and smiled. He smirked and ran a thumb across my bottom lip slowly, teasing me. I just laughed lightly at his attempts. Reaching up I gently took his wrist and placed his hand on my chest while at the same time pulling him towards me.
As our lips connected I was immediately transfixed on the feeling of Lestat's lips on mine and the feeling of our bodies together. My hand were in those golden locks of his and his on my waist pulling us closer, if that were even possible. I felt his hands move from my waist to untuck my shirt. I didn't pay much mind to this until I felt his hands beneath it, one wrapping around my back and the other running up my abdomen.
This I gasped at. When I did though, Lestat pulled away laughing a bit. "What's the matter Louis mon cher?" His eyes were somewhat mocking, matching the smirk gracing his pale lips. Our faces were only inches apart and his purr made me shiver.
"Nothing, mon amant noir. Nothing at all." I smiled and kissed him again, which he returned greedily. We continued this way for a while until Lestat's composure finally broke. We spent the rest of that night in each others' arms, just a tangle of arms and legs; blonde hair mixing with brown. I looked once more into his glazed over gray eyes, and kissed him once more. "Good night my dark master."
"Good night my beautiful fledgling." Louis smiled as Lestat reached over him and closed the lid to his coffin, embracing the two in a blissful sleep.
When Louis awoke the next evening he was fully clothed in his own coffin and completely alone. He threw the lid off of his coffin and looked about the room. It was not the same room that he and Lestat had been in and the only other coffin in the room was a small black one with silver finishes. Claudia's coffin.
At that moment Claudia entered the room smelling of blood and she had some color to her usually pale skin. "What's the matter Louis? You look as though you have seen a ghost." Her voice wasn't that of the little girl he had loved, but of a woman. Her eyes were scared but her voice was empty.
Louis looked at her and he just wished that Lestat was back. He didn't answer her right away, instead just stared out the balcony window looking for a glimpse of him. "Nothing's wrong Claudia, don't worry." He forced a smile at her and waited for her to leave the room. Once she did, he hurried to the balcony and mourned the loss of his love until there was a whisper on the breeze. "Louis, never forget: Je t'aimerai toujours Louis."