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Centuries of practice.

[ with someone who used to do this professionally. thanks for the expanded instruction on what liam already knew, darla. ]

I don't think so.

[Angela, are we backtracking? What are you up to?]

You want the truth? [ he doesn't wait for her to answer, he's sure that answer will be yes. ] Centuries of practice after I picked up a thing or two from the girls in this one Italian brothel around the time of the American Revolution.

[ while your country was fighting for it's independence, angel was learning how to do that. ]

[She laughs as she rolls onto her side, sneaking closer towards him.]

That's not what I meant, but thanks for telling me you hung out with old school prostitutes.

[Yes, Angel. Angela sees where one Irishman's priorities are.]

[ angel reaches out and meets her, pulling him to her and wrapping his arms around her as he settles back into the pillows. ]

My sire was a prostitute. [ he laughs at that, a short snort of a laugh. ] Guess I had a theme for a while there...

[ not really the point though, is it? he peers down at her the best he can from this angle. ]

What did you mean?

[The confession doesn't bother Angela at all. She's not like any other woman, human or otherwise. Prostitutes are people too. She doesn't judge.

Angela burrows down into the bundle of blankets, sheets, and Angel, breathing deep while her fingers trace random patterns on his skin.]

I mean, can you all last that long or do I blame the Italians for that too?

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[ he laughs again, though this time it's a low rumble and not the snort from before. ]

That's entirely a vampire thing. We can all pretty much hold out that long.

Shame I waited this long to find out. I could have been sexually overjoyed a long time ago.

[The rumbling makes her hum in response. Then her fingers walk a little further up to the spot right under his ear where on a human, there would be a bruise from Angela's teeth worrying that spot, but the area remains as perfect white skin on Angel no matter how deep she bites.]

Promise me you won't kick me out of bed if I ask you something.

Not really something I advertise.

[ though perhaps he should've mentioned that sooner. he shifts just enough so he's propped up some and can look down on her without having to pick his head off up at an awkward angle to even see more than just her forehead. ]

Promise.

You didn't get the urge to...

[She pauses and nibbles on her lower lip, trying to pick out which words to use. He promised her, so Angela might as well be blunt about it.]

...bite me?

[ angel draws in an unneeded breath, his chest rising up in response. his lungs are still in there and they still work, they just don't do anything for him and he only ever fakes breathing when around humans who aren't aware of his undead status. that breath's released in the form of a sigh. ]

Yes. But, that's... It's not just during sex, it's-- I have the urge to bite over a lot of things. It's base instinct, but nothing I ever act upon.

Oh.

[It's a single word as a short answer, but her tone of voice speaks a lot more. If it's not obvious yet, Angela's weighing things in her mind. What they are remains to be seen.]

Does it hurt?

[ angel's brow scrunches in thought. not really, but then again, he's a vampire and...well, the biting is something he actually likes due to that. he was only ever bit once when he was human and that was when he was killed and turned - and to be honest, he'd been so drunk at the time that he hadn't felt much at all. one of his hands comes up to toy with the curls at the crown of her head. ]

Sometimes. For some it does, others it doesn't. Depends on the person and the one doing the biting. [ he pauses, then adds: ] That whole, pain accenting pleasure thing - some people like to be bit, because they get off on it.

[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.

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This, However, IS A Meme

I LOOOOOOOVE YOU. ❤❤❤

I FEEL LIKE THAT IS NOT A PROPER AMOUNT OF HEARTS.

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤~!

I AM SATISFIED. YOU HAVE PLACED YOURSELF WITHIN MY HEART.

/SITS IN YOUR HEART FOREVER.

/GETS HEARTBURN

/DOES THE PEPTO BISMOL DANCE.

I AM HEALED!

\o/

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