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This, However, IS A Meme

So many apologies...

DATING SINCE FOREVER

1) POST WITH YOUR CHARACTERS (ONE PER COMMENT)
2) RESPOND TO OTHER PEOPLE
3) THOSE TWO HAVE BEEN DATING FOR FUCK KNOWS HOW LONG
4) ???
5) LOTS OF RANDOM SHIPPING PROFIT

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[Angela runs a finger along his brow, smoothing out the frown lines there. Interesting answer of his. It somewhat confirmed what Angela was concerned about. Well, maybe concerned is the wrong term about things, more like interested.]

Do you get off on it?

[It's a little too late for her to ask that after she bit him more than once tonight. Not that he had a chance to complain before she flipped him on his back.]

[ vampires tend to have two things (okay, three, but blood doesn't factor in, here) that are pretty much default gets-them-offs: biting and necks. biting on the neck? safe to say that, yes, he did and does. ]

Kinda hard for me to deny that.

You could have just used the word yes.

[She laughs lightly before throwing a leg over his hip to straddle his waist. The movement causes the bedsheets to fall from her chest to her hips, but Angela doesn't care that she's now completely nude on top of him. It wouldn't be the first time tonight.]

How does it work? I mean, turning into a vampire.

[Not that she wants to be one. No, Angela's just fine being a regular old human. She's just curious. Nosy, if you will.]

[ there are definitely no complaints from the vampire being straddled, though her question gives him pause and he stares at her, trying to gauge her meaning. simple curiosity? probably, this is angela, after all, but angel can't help that underlying fear of someone asking him to do it. never again, would he change someone. sam lawson was the last person he ever made a vampire. ]

It's in the blood. Typically, a vampire near drains the person and has them drink from a cut on their arm, their own neck-- [ ...darla's boobs. ] --and then finishes the job. It can be done other ways, but the key is the blood and the death; dying with a vampire's blood in your system. It's a, uh, weird thing to go through when you're on the being turned end of it.

[She would never ask him to turn her, even if she was crazy enough to want it. Angela knows that Angel hasn't fully gotten over his regret for what he's done in the past and bringing up bad memories isn't conducive to the thing they have going on here.]

Ah, I see. [Angela leans in and presses her lips against his before continuing to speak.] I don't want to be a vampire, in case you're wondering.

Good. [ he declares, then flips them over so he's now on top and straddling her. a quick, almost unseen move. he's just showing off, as is evident by that grin. ]

I like you human. Breathing, alive-- [ angel presses his face into her shoulder, nuzzling his cheek against the skin there. ] --warm.

[Angela gives off a playful scream as her world turns upside down for a second or two and she's trapped between this man and the bed and two different temperatures, one warm and the other cold.]

And I like you the way you are. [Her hand goes down past his waist and squeezes his ass quickly before it comes back up into safer territory.] A lot.

[This she says as she leans up a little, not into him, but to sweep her hair to one side to expose her neck. Her eyes seem to be darker than usual when she looks up at him, lids heavy.]

Can you stop before going too far?

[ angel draws back some, hands on either side of her as he lifts his face up and away from her skin. ]

I can, but that's-- Are you sure?

I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't.

[For a moment, Angela looks away from him. Her head is turned towards the wall, but she reaches up without looking and strokes the side of his face with a finger. The moment passes and she's staring Angel down, a warm smile playing on her lips.]

Consider it a fair trade. You do what gets me off, I do what gets you off. But go a little lower so I can cover it up with a scarf.

[ the vampire eyes the dip where her neck meets her shoulder, lifting his eyes to meet hers once more. sure that she's sure, angel leans down, shifting into game face as he does so. "this may hurt" goes without saying, so he doesn't bother to voice it, just presses his fangs into her flesh as gently as possible. ]

[A hiss passes through Angela's lips when fangs meet sensitive skin. It does hurt, but it's more like a pleasurable burn than searing pain. She finds purchase by twisting her fingers in his hair and pulling, but not hard enough to signal to Angel to release her neck. She's been bitten and nibbled on in the heat of passion before, many times even, but it never felt like this. The feeling's erotic and forbidden, something Angela shouldn't be doing, but Angela's always done what she wasn't supposed to do. She's a bad girl like that.]

A-Angel...

[Her voice breaks around the edges like she's getting as much pleasure from this as Angel is. Maybe she is.]

[ just as promised, angel stops before it crosses that line of having gone too far, taking as much as he's sure she can handle being without. he shifts back into his human features and lifts himself up, grabbing the closest free piece of cloth - one of his shirts, he's got dozens of other black shirts just like it - and presses it to her neck over the wound from his bite. he smiles down at her, affectionately. ]

Not many've let me do that.

[Just a little woozy, Angela covers his hand with a shaky one of hers, smiling back. With her free one, she runs a thumb over his lips.]

Special occasion.

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