Carcass *Chapter 11 up on 3/01*
by DawnBTVS
Presentation
I'm sitting here, nursing the mug of blood with a bit of annoyance. I glare at the cup but continue taking sips, knowing it's better to drink it rather than suffer through hunger. I didn't enjoy the suffering all that much and it makes me a cranky vampire, which would only serve to piss Buffy off even more I'm sure. I carry the mug out of the kitchen, casually moving along the corridor until I reach the bottom of the stairs. I can hear the shifting of clothes and smile to myself, beginning to move up the stairs. I reach the bedroom door and tentatively open it with one hand. Buffy turns around, wearing her jeans, and a black bra. She stares at me in a bit of surprise as I close the door behind me, eyes focused on her.
"Hi," I say, giving a small wave of my hand before placing it back onto the mug so as to not spill it. Buffy gives a soft smile, pulling on a pale blue pajama top. She motions for me to turn around. I roll my eyes in annoyance but do as she commands. I watch her in the reflection off the window. Buffy finishes and I turn around, taking a small sip of blood.
"Come to see me off to sleep?" Buffy asks, a small smile exposing her dimples. I nod my head, taking a couple steps forward. She sets herself on the edge of the bed, watching me.
"Something like that," I answer. I stay standing in front of her, not sure how happy she would be if I spilled chocolate and blood on her bed. She put away the makeshift bed. I stare at the open space with a bit of pride, before bringing my gaze back to her eyes.
"You can sit down," Buffy says, looking at me curiously. I take a seat next to her on the bed, but begin to scoot myself against the headboard. Buffy gets the hint, avoiding my legs, and scooting to the right of me on the bed. Both of us have our backs perched against the headboard, feet outstretched. Mine are crossed but hers aren't.
"I'm not looking forward to this, Buffy," I comment, taking a deeper swig of the blood now. Buffy glances at me. I turn to look at her, a serious expression on my face.
"I understand, and I appreciate you doing this for us...for me," Buffy replies. I nod my head, staring at her neck, and flashing back to the night when Faith walked in on us. I can tell that Buffy senses where I'm looking because she pulls the neck of her top up to try and cover her neck. I look away.
"Are we going to tell Spike and Angel? Giles knows as does Faith and I'm sure she's told Xander by now," I add. Buffy remains quiet for a few minutes as I swig the rest of the blood down. I place the mug on the bedside table and rest my hands on my lap, but Buffy seizes one in hers, squeezing gently. I glance down at our hands, enjoying the feeling of warmth.
"They'll probably be able to tell after you become all possessive of me in their presence," Buffy quietly mumbles.
I smirk at her as she gives a guilty smile back. "I thought you liked me being possessive," I say with mock surprise.
"You tend to overplay the role," Buffy remarks. I frown at her, not believing that one bit.
I shake my head in refusal as Buffy gives me a nice grin. "I never overplay the role. I'm a born actress, playing the role to perfection," I reply with mock dignity and bravado. Buffy snickers at me, earning a soft glare.
Buffy rests her head on my shoulder, earning a smile from me. "I don't want to go to sleep. I want to be awake to see this tomb thing arrive," Buffy mumbles, almost incoherently with my shoulder taking the syllables.
"Don't worry, you'll see it tomorrow morning. I'll be sure to get Angel and Spike acquainted with their sleeping pad while you sleep. I got it covered," I respond. She shifts her head so her chin's resting on my shoulder. Our noses are a width's part from touching. I crinkle my nose slightly at the closeness of us, earning a giggle from her.
"You're cute...despite the bumpy forehead that comes forth sometimes," Buffy says. I just kiss her nose softly, feeling it wrinkle as I pull my lips away.
"What?" I ask, more so of the nose action than the lack of love for my bumpy side.
"Your lips were cold," Buffy sighs, kissing my neck with her warm lips. I shiver slightly at the touch. Buffy's such a witch in her own way. I bet she knows it too, how evil.
"So evil, turning the tables like that," I groan as Buffy's lips travel up my neck. She pauses briefly before taking an earlobe with her teeth.
"What are you going to do about it?" Buffy whispers into my ear.
I smirk despite the pleasure and gently turn my head. She pulls her teeth away, giving me a devilish smile in response. I quickly maneuver myself until I'm straddling her, her eyes trusting me completely, while a smile plays on her lips.
Her back presses higher up the board as I lean forward, capturing her lips with mine. "What do you want me to do?" I ask, really enjoying this now that nobody is interrupting us. Buffy gives me a sneaky smile as I pull back. I give her a slightly puzzled look, almost knowing what she'll want.
"Trust," she replies, unbuttoning a couple of buttons on her pajama top. She exposes the left side. I pause, eyes trained on her neck, before moving to her hazel eyes.
"You tempt me," I mutter, shifting forward, and enjoying the sharp intake of breath that the action causes. Buffy nods her head.
I lean forward, softly running my tongue up her neck, hearing the slow increase of her pants. "I want to watch you. Can you avoid going vampy?" Buffy asks me, eyes gazing into mine. I return my eyes to her neck, not sure if I can.
"I'll try my best," I reply with sincerity. Buffy gives me a small smile. I can feel the fangs unsheathing from my gums. I glance at Buffy, who continues smiling back.
"No vampy," she comments. I take that as my cue and lean forward, palms pressing against her shoulders. She doesn't show any fear at all. My Buffy. So proud. I press my fangs against her skin, following the pulse of her vein. I sink them in slowly, more to not hurt her than to continue the pleasure that this is causing the both of us. I can feel myself burning, passion washing over me at the intimacy. My fangs twinge slightly at the first taste of blood drips into my mouth. I close my eyes, getting lost in the feeling of the trust from her. I count silently in my head. Upon reaching 10, I slowly pull my fangs out. I can feel dampness in my crotch and I can smell Buffy's own reaction. I lick the trickles of blood with my tongue, kissing the bite marks repeatedly. I pull myself away from her neck, a bit worried that I could crack. Buffy opens her eyes and gives me a dazed smile.
"Are you okay?" I ask, eyes shifting to the fang marks on her neck. She just smiles at me.
"Incredible," she murmurs, eyes closing again. I can tell this has completely exhausted her, even with her Slayer abilities. I smile, finding this situation amazing. I never knew a vampire could feel this kind of...love. I always thought it was all about pain. I maneuver off Buffy and quickly get her settled into bed. I don't bother taking her clothes off, figuring that she can just change in the morning. I ease myself up off the bed, grab the mug, and flick the light switch off as I exit the bedroom. I can hear a car pulling up outside as I shut the door. They're here.