DISCLAIMER: All hail Joss Whedon, UPN, the WB, FOX, Mutant Enemy and 20th Century Fox Film Corporation. Theirs, not mine. Sometimes I could hear her thoughts. When we made love, when I had her underneath me, and I was inside her, we locked eyes and I could hear the whispers, feel the workings of her mind, and see the glimmering of her soul. When I drank from her, the whispers became louder, singing in my head while her blood flowed into my mouth. I was inside her secrets, immersed in the very heart of her. It was so intoxicating, so enticing. I pulled my fangs away from her neck with a gasp. I looked in her eyes, and saw them widen in surprise as she came. Her fingernails sliced into my flesh as her inner muscles locked around my cock. My body responded to her call, and I buried my face in her hair as I pulsed inside her, filling her with my essence, giving her all of myself. She brought her mouth to mine, and we kissed gently as we rode out the wave of our lovemaking. I rolled off of her and buried my face in the pillows. She rubbed my back, and I turned my head to look at her and smiled. "How did you become a vampire?" she said curiously. She peered at me through the tangled mess of her hair, and I smoothed it out with my fingers, fixing the mess I made when we tumbled together in bed. I reached out and rubbed my hand idly over her stomach. "Drusilla turned me," I explained. "She saw me, and decided she wanted me, and sired me." "But how is it done? How do you do it?" "You drink from someone until their heart begins to slow, and then have them drink your blood," I said. "So if I drank your blood, I wouldn't turn into a vampire?" "No. It's not something that can happen by accident. It has to be done deliberately." "Can I taste your blood?" She said it so quietly and tentatively that I'm not sure that I understood her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me softly. "Can I?" she says again. "You can have anything you want," I replied. I am so filled with love for this girl, so besotted. The fact that she wants this is odd, but intriguing. I released my demon and grazed my wrist along one fang. Blood welled up in a thin line, and I offered it to her. She lightly licked the wound I had made. "I like it," she said, and pressed my wrist to her lips. The feeling was unbelievable, nearly as intimate as when she took me in her mouth. My body flared into arousal. She sucked strongly, her tongue running over the ragged edge where the skin was broken. "Tara," I murmured. She broke away and looked at me, concerned. "Don't stop," I said. She moved my wrist back to her mouth and continued to drink. She took my cock in her hand and gently stroked it. The pleasure was so rich, so deep. My eyes drifted closed and I saw visions in my head, my mind filled with racing thoughts and hallucinogenic images. I felt my orgasm rising and I pushed her hand away. "Roll over," I said gruffly. She turned onto her stomach. I spread her thighs wide and took her from behind. My entire body hummed with lust, consumed by passion and driven by need. Tara writhed and moved underneath me, her moans and gasps attesting to her pleasure. She was so wet, drenched with arousal. I held her shoulders tightly in my hands as I pumped inside her. "Tell me," I said harshly. "Tell me when." I slid in and out of her more and more quickly, my arms shaking as I fought to hold back. I closed my eyes, and the colors burst behind my eyes, rolling and streaming as I vibrated with pleasure. She threw her head back as I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. I bit down on the curve of her shoulder and she crumbled around me. My body exploded as I came, and I fell heavily on her back. We lay there panting and spent for a moment before I rolled off of her. "I wasn't very gentle," I said apologetically. "Did I hurt you?" "It was very rough," she said, "but I really didn't mind. It was strange, not being able to watch your face." She smiled widely. "Obviously, I enjoyed myself." She spooned into me, and I inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. "You're wonderful," I told her. "You make me so happy." She settled her head onto the pillow, and I nestled closer to her. Her breathing slowed, and I knew she was asleep. A sudden pressure on my back and the sting of tiny claws startled me for a moment. I reached around and grabbed the kitten. She snuggled peacefully between us and curled up into a ball. I drifted off to the sound of gentle purring. **** When I woke up in the morning, it was just me and the cat. She was stretched out over Tara's pillow, her stomach bared and a sweet smile on her face. I scratched her gently under her chin and she purred in her sleep. A knock sounded on the door and I shoved a pair of jeans on. I scratched my head idly and opened the door. Willow stood outside the door. The look of expectation on her face turned to dismay when she saw me standing there. "Hello, Red," I said awkwardly. She stared at me for a moment, and I stared back, my mind a blank. "Sorry," I said apologetically. "Tara's not here, she's in class. Do you want to come in?" She wandered into the room and stood in the middle of the floor. I grabbed my sweater from the back of the chair and pulled it over my head. She took in the trunk and various boxes that lay on the floor. "Is Tara moving?" she asked. "No, I'm moving in," I explained. There was an awkward silence. She looked at me, her eyes wet and filled with pain. "We're seeing each other," I explained.

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