sometimes i do dangerous things
You'd think that in my former line of work nothing would surprise me, now though, I can say that I have been surprised. Tara Mclay has thrown my entire world off it's fucking access, and I'm not exactly all that worried about it. I should be, considering I've now literally gotten into bed with a vampire. A Vampire whose soul is somehow still in her, which the similarities to Angel notwithstanding, is probably a good thing cause I'm thinking she'd have killed me last night otherwise.
Ah, and to top it all off, her sire tried to have demon's kill me a few weeks ago and I'm still not completely healed from the attack. It didn't stop me from fucking her a few times last night, but it's really not the point.
While I'd love to go find Spike in the heat of the day, armed with holy water, a few crosses and a fuck ton of stakes, I'm stuck heading to the butchers to get my lover some food. Not that I haven't entertained the notion of having more pleasurable ways to feed her, but I'll see what I can do to stablize her mind before i let her go sucking on my neck. Other parts of me though? That's another story all together.
Last night after I managed to get her calmed down and let her seduce me back into bed we fell asleep. I always thought about what it would have been like to get Darla into my bed, sex, sleeping you know I even had some misguided notion involving monogomy, but I'm not that stupid now. Even so I always got nervous with her in my apartment, even when I knew she couldn't have hurt me if she tried. Thing was if she hadn't needed me to help her get into Angel's fucking pants I would have been drained dry. Never trusted the bitch enough not to lock my door when I was sleeping. God I was a fucking idiot when it came to her.
I guess maybe the same is still true cause I'm shelling out enough cash to finish off my fucking tattoo's just to get Tara's blood. She was still sleeping when I left, maybe I should be comforted that she can't leave during the day even if she wanted to, cause I'm thinking any second she's going to bolt like a scared deer and I'm never going to see her again.
Don't like thoughts like that, and I really don't like how much I'm not liking it. I'm a fucking idiot and I know it. Getting involved with her is just asking for disaster, it's asking for a big fucking ass kicking all around.
When I get back to the room she's wrapped up in the sheets naked as a jay bird underneath and I have to resist crawling back into bed with her. Something about a naked woman in my bed, knowing exactly what I could be doing with her, it didn't inspire me to sit at the desk and look over files I knew would piss me off.
I did anyway, I put the blood in the fridge and sat down at the desk and started looking through the extensive file I had on the senior partners and the firm. I'd stolen a lot of Lilah's personal files about them as well. If I was going to stay under their radar I had to know everything I could and this was the ticket to that.
Ah, and to top it all off, her sire tried to have demon's kill me a few weeks ago and I'm still not completely healed from the attack. It didn't stop me from fucking her a few times last night, but it's really not the point.
While I'd love to go find Spike in the heat of the day, armed with holy water, a few crosses and a fuck ton of stakes, I'm stuck heading to the butchers to get my lover some food. Not that I haven't entertained the notion of having more pleasurable ways to feed her, but I'll see what I can do to stablize her mind before i let her go sucking on my neck. Other parts of me though? That's another story all together.
Last night after I managed to get her calmed down and let her seduce me back into bed we fell asleep. I always thought about what it would have been like to get Darla into my bed, sex, sleeping you know I even had some misguided notion involving monogomy, but I'm not that stupid now. Even so I always got nervous with her in my apartment, even when I knew she couldn't have hurt me if she tried. Thing was if she hadn't needed me to help her get into Angel's fucking pants I would have been drained dry. Never trusted the bitch enough not to lock my door when I was sleeping. God I was a fucking idiot when it came to her.
I guess maybe the same is still true cause I'm shelling out enough cash to finish off my fucking tattoo's just to get Tara's blood. She was still sleeping when I left, maybe I should be comforted that she can't leave during the day even if she wanted to, cause I'm thinking any second she's going to bolt like a scared deer and I'm never going to see her again.
Don't like thoughts like that, and I really don't like how much I'm not liking it. I'm a fucking idiot and I know it. Getting involved with her is just asking for disaster, it's asking for a big fucking ass kicking all around.
When I get back to the room she's wrapped up in the sheets naked as a jay bird underneath and I have to resist crawling back into bed with her. Something about a naked woman in my bed, knowing exactly what I could be doing with her, it didn't inspire me to sit at the desk and look over files I knew would piss me off.
I did anyway, I put the blood in the fridge and sat down at the desk and started looking through the extensive file I had on the senior partners and the firm. I'd stolen a lot of Lilah's personal files about them as well. If I was going to stay under their radar I had to know everything I could and this was the ticket to that.