Amber's eyes widened when Fred said she was going to allow Wesley to take care of her. She had been under the impression that Fred, the woman she'd grown to love so much over the previous weeks, was going to turn her. She wanted to say something but she was afraid of angering all of them. So, she kept her mouth closed and watched Fred and Rupert walk out of the room.
When she turned to look at Wes, she saw the softness in his features and she started to relax. He wasn't going to hurt her. "I'm a little scared," she quietly admitted when he took the dress from her and led her to the bed. "I don't want to mess anything up. My mother always said I had a knack of screwing things up and that I wouldn't amount to anything."
Her cheeks flushed at her admission since she rarely told anyone how her mother had terrorized her for so many years. But, all embarrassment flew out the window when Wesley softly kissed her neck. She had gotten used to the coolness of their touches and loudly moaned. Amber knew she wanted to spend her final moments of life with him inside of her.
"Inside of me, please, Sir," she whispered as she ran her hand over his chest. "I've always liked it when we had sex." The blush came back and she ducked her head. "I...It always felt so nice. " Leaning forward, she softly kissed his lips as cupped his cock in her hand.
Wesley raised his eyebrows when Amber admitted that her mother had never thought she would amount to anything. Oh, how familiar that sounded. Never amount to anything, always doing things wrong. The mantra of the parent for whom best was never enough.
It seemed he and Amber had a bit in common. That would be something he knew he could play on once she was turned and they had started her training together. That would make her strong.
"You are about to become one of the most wonderful creatures on earth," he told her, his voice rough as the warmth he felt rushing through her started to arouse him. "You were picked by Fred to join us. I'd say that your mother was most certainly wrong. And perhaps..." He gave her a knowing smile. "You can show her that someday."
When she then moaned as he kissed her neck, he knew what her answer was going to be before she even opened her mouth to utter the words. He hissed as her hand cupped him through the jeans he had put on earlier, and after she kissed him, he pulled her back, deepening the kiss this time. Reaching down, he grasped the edge of her nightgown and broke the kiss just long enough to get it off over her head.
Once he had her naked, he reached down to undo his jeans and pushed them down off him, kicking them away. He was already almost completely aroused by both the sight of her and the knowledge of what he was going to do, but he was going to make this turning the most memorable night of Amber's life.
Running his hands up her side, he cupped her breasts, rubbing the pad of his thumbs around her nipples for a few moments. Then he trailed his lips down over her warm skin and took one in his mouth, sucking on it and teasing it with his tongue.
Amber smiled at Wesley's words. No one had ever said her mother was wrong. Usually, she was told to be a good girl and listen to what her mother said since it was rude of little girls to backtalk their parents. But now she knew she was loved and wanted. She saw the way all three of them looked at her and it made her heart fill with joy. If only her mother could see her now.
"Thank you," she whispered after she'd broken the kiss.
Before she could say another word, Wesley kissing her again and her hand gripped him harder. As they kissed, she pressed the palm of her hand on his half-erect cock. When he pulled her gown off, she shuddered lightly and allowed him to lay her on the bed. And, when Wes took off his jeans, Amber felt herself throb at the sight. He was beautiful and she was about to become his Childe. It made her feel special.
As he ran his hands up her sides, Amber pressed against the bed and moaned. A small gasp left her mouth when he started to suckle her nipples. Her hips rose off the bed and she pressed herself against his cock, wanting and needing more but not knowing how to ask for it.
Amber started to move underneath him, knowing the friction would drive him crazy. As she moved, a simple question came to her mind that she was almost afraid to ask since she didn't want him to say no. Yet, she knew she had to know.
"Do you love me, Wesley?" she whispered as she raked her fingers through his hair.
Amber made the most wonderful little sounds, Wesley thought. And he rather hoped she continued to once she was turned. It would be such a shame to lose those, especially since she wouldn't be warm any longer. It was a fair trade, though, because they would have her with them forever.
The way she was arching underneath him and pressing against him was starting to drive him crazy. He knew that he was going to need to be inside her soon because he wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer. She was too warm and too arousing. Taking hold of her legs, he was about to position himself between them when her question rang through the room.
He paused and looked at her for a moment before moving in between her legs. Grasping her hips, he pressed his cock to her entrance and pushed inside of her, growling at the feel of her warmth tight around him. "Yes," he told her, leaning over her as he settled in her to the hilt. "You're beautiful and smart, and you make Fred happy. You make all of us happy. I'm looking forward to having you as my Childe and being able to love you forever, Amber."
Kissing her, he began thrusting into her, slow at first, then faster, wanting to bring her to the throes of pleasure when he turned her.
Amber stared up at Wesley and waited for his answer. Instead of getting one, he pushed inside of her and she loudly moaned. It always felt so good when one of them was inside of her. Looking up, she smiled at his words and felt her heart start to pound wildly. "I love you too," she moaned as Wesley fill her to the hilt. She had never been with someone as experienced as him and now she was going to be with him forever.
When he started to thrust inside of her, Amber started to move under him. She wrapped her legs against his waist and ran her fingers over his back. Even though his body was cool, Amber could feel herself start to sweat underneath him. "I'll be the best Childe. I promise you," she whispered as she nuzzled his neck.
The more he thrust into her, the closer Amber got to coming. She knew he wanted to turn her while they were together so she tried her best to hold off from coming. But, as she skated the edge, she didn't think she was going to last much longer.
"Close," she gasped. "Wesley...please...I'm close..."
Wesley smiled at the words Amber moaned. There were definite advantages to his "life" as a vampire, he was finding. Before, he had struggled with love, finding himself so often alone, but now...now he had three lovers. Three loves. And he was going to get to spend forever with them.
Whoever had told him being a vampire was wrong was bloody stupid. Oh, yes - that would be his father. He was going to enjoy showing him just how wrong he was before his throat was ripped out.
As he thrust into her, faster and harder, he could feel Amber rising up to meet him, opening herself up more to him, helping him to go deeper. The sound of her heartbeat and the heat she was radiating was intoxicating, making it more difficult to hold back. Soon. Soon. He wanted this to be right.
And he knew that she was telling the truth - she was going to be a marvelous Childe. And he knew that the wait for her to wake up was going to be torturous.
She was tightening around him, getting closer, and so was Wesley. Growling, he raised his head toward the ceiling, slipping into his vampire face. When she told him he was almost there, he pushed into one more time and suddenly exploded. As his release flooded her, he roared and brought his head down, his fangs slicing into her neck, her blood rolling across his tongue.
Amber screwed her eyes shut, trying hard to hang on for a bit longer. Suddenly, she felt Wesley explode inside of her. She pried her eyes open as her body started to shudder underneath him when she saw him in his vampire face. This was it - she was about to become the most wonderful thing ever. "Please," she muttered against as her body started to shake.
When his fangs sliced into her neck, Amber cried out and everything exploded inside of her. Part of her wanted to push him away when there was a sharp pain but she pushed it to the side. This was what she wanted and she knew the pain would be over soon. Her hand came up and she tangled her fingers in his short hair as she felt her heart pounding, as if it was trying hard to keep her alive.
She could feel the warmth starting to leave her body and the room began to spin around her. She kept her legs around him for comfort and tried to pull him closer but was too weak to do so. Amber could feel the life living her body and she released him and looked toward the ceiling. "Wesley," she moaned, getting scared that he wasn't going to turn her and just kill her. "I think I'm dying..."
Amber's blood was so sweet and warm. And her coming as Wesley drank made it even more so. He could hear her heart pounding, so loud that it was almost as though his heart had started again and was beating in his ears though he knew that was impossible. He could hear, smell, touch, see and taste everything about her in that one moment.
And as he drank, he could feel her getting weaker, her heart slowing, her muscles relaxing. He continued to drink, knowing he had to take her to the very edge of death. When she let go of him, moaning, Wesley finally released her neck. He could hear the fear in her voice but knew that it was simply the last vestiges of her humanity trying to hang on.
Soon, though, that would be gone, and she would be his perfect, beautiful childe.
"It's all right, my lovely," he cooed to her softly, staying inside her, not wanting to break the connection until she had gone into her death sleep. "Everything's going to be all right. I promise you. I'm not going to let you go into the dark forever."
Reaching over, he picked up the knife that they had left on the nightstand following his previous playtime with Fred and Rupert. Quickly, he drew the blade across his chest then tossed it aside. Cupping his hand to the back of her head, he lifted it up and pressed her lips to the wound.
"Drink," he whispered. "I'll be here when you wake. All of us will. We love you, Amber."
The fear continued to move through Amber as she wondered when he was going to do what he needed to do. She didn't know how to turn someone so she didn't what to expect. As Wes continued to drink from her, she felt another small orgasm move through her body and she cried out again. Even though she was dying, her body was still shaking.
When Wesley released her neck, she stared up at him, her eyes trying to slide shut. She forced them open and watched as he cut his chest open. She slowly blinked her eyes when he told her to drink from him. Amber hesitated for a brief second before then leaned forward. The moment the blood touched her lips, something awoke inside of her.
Her mouth opened up and she started to drink. She bucked against him a little as she continued to drink. The room started to spin even faster and she could feel her heart starting to slow. She was dying and she welcomed it. Soon, she would be like the creatures she loved more than life itself.
Amber slowly released him when she was finished drinking. With blood on her full lips, she looked up at Wesley. "Thank you," she whispered as the room slowly faded to black and she fell back on the bed.
For a brief moment, Wesley wasn't sure that Amber was going to drink, and if she didn't drink, the transformation wouldn't take place. If she didn't drink and simply died, then he might as well stake himself as Fred would never forgive him for screwing things up.
"Drink," he repeated again.
Finally, her lips latched onto the wound he had made, and he could feel her sucking at his borrowed blood, drinking deeply. He smiled and closed his eyes, continuing to hold her head lovingly. A low groan issued from his throat as her hips pressed forward and she clenched around his cock again.
"That's my sweet girl," he murmured. "Darling child. Your sleep will be brief, and you'll be back with us soon. I promise."
When she had drunk enough, he watched as her eyes closed after she thanked him. "You're welcome," he told her, lowering her to the bed. A moment later, Amber took her last breath and fell still.
Kissing her on the lips, Wesley pulled out of her and stood from the bed to head into the bathroom. He got several flannels and a towel, which he took back out into the bedroom. Gently and methodically, he cleaned Amber up, wiping the blood and cum from her. It wouldn't do for her to wake up in such a state. Fred wouldn't like that either, he was sure.
Once she was clean, he cleaned himself up, then picked up the dress she had picked up and dressed her in it before laying her out on the bed. She looked like a sleeping angel, he thought, thinking it ironic and very fitting.
His dark angel childe.
She was ready.
Quickly, he pulled on his jeans for when Fred and Rupert returned.
When Rupert took her hand, Fred grinned and led him out of the library. They slowly made their way down to the bedroom they shared with Wesley and would soon share with Amber. Pushing the door open, Fred grinned at the sight before her. Amber was very beautiful in her death sleep and she adored the way Wesley had placed her on the bed.
"Very good, Wesley," she said as she released Rupert's hand and walked over to where Amber laid. She ran her long fingers through the girl's hair and looked at Wesley again. "Did you enjoy turning her? You did a wonderful job with situating her for her sleep. I'm proud of you, Wesley."
Stepping away from the bed, Fred slipped her nightgown off and rummaged through the dresser to find a clean one. She didn't want to be dirty for when her grandchilde awoke. Once she was dressed in a new one, she went over to Wesley and ran the back of her hand over his chest. "I love you," she whispered before leaning up to give him a soft kiss.
She looked at the bed again and then at her Childes. "We're going to need a bigger bed," she observed before she sat down in one of the room's chairs. "Do you know where we can steal one from?"
"Very much," Wesley told Fred with a smile, looking down at Amber. She had gone cold, and while he was sad for the loss of her warmth, he was certainly looking forward to all the things they - the two of them and the four of them - would be able to do now. "She's going to be a wonderful addition to our family."
He looked over at Fred as she changed, then back over Amber. Giles clapped a hand to his shoulder and gave him an approving nod before moving away to got changed himself. When Fred returned to him, he reached up to clasp it as he kissed her.
"I love you too," he told her. And he always would. But he knew that she would always be closer to Giles though he found now that he didn't mind as much - she had given him the most wonderful present he could ever have asked for.
Letting her go, he went over to find a shirt to slip on, smirking at her question. The bed was large, but she was right - they'd need room if it was to be the four of them.
"Fred, love," Giles said, "we could simply purchase one, but if you'd like, I'm sure we could find somewhere we could...ahem, liberate one. Any furniture store after hours, perhaps. We'd probably have to steal a lorry, too to get it here." He looked over at Wesley. "Up for the challenge? We might have time before Amber wakes."
He felt torn for a moment, not wanting to leave his Childe in case she awoke while he was gone but also wanting to please his Sire. "I'm up to it."
When Rupert suggested they just buy a new bed, Fred perked an eyebrow at her Childe. She knew if she were anything like Angelus, she would've been out of the chair and had Rupert pinned against the wall. Then she would've allowed Wesley to force himself on the other man as form of punishment. But, she wasn't like Angelus. Besides, rough sex with a willing partner was more of a turn-on.
Instead, she continued to sit there and watched her Childes interact. When Rupert suggested Wesley and he go out and get a bed, Fred looked at Wesley and noted the look on his face as he looked at Amber. She remembered how she felt when she had left the hotel after turning Rupert. She'd been afraid of missing his reawakening. And, she didn't want to place that fear on Wesley.
"It can wait," she said as she looked at the two of them. "All four of us will go out tomorrow night, if Amber is awake by then, and buy one together. It'll be good learning experience for Amber. She'll have to learn how to control her urges in public." She then stood from the bed and walked over to stand by Rupert. "As for the bed situation, Rupert and I can sleep in one of the other rooms tonight. You've earned the right to share your Childe's death bed with her, Wesley."
Fred stepped over to Wesley and softly kissed him before looking at Amber again. "You should be proud of yourself. You did a good job," she whispered to him before stepping away. She then looked over at Rupert and smiled. "Come along. I'm sure we can find a nice floor for you to sleep on for mouthing back to me about the bed."
She gave him an amused look and held her hand out for him.
At Fred's decision that they wait for the following night, Giles nodded in agreement. He knew that there was a thrill in stealing things - hell, he had rather enjoyed lifting items, especially those imbued with magic, during his time in London. There was something about being able to take something and not have anyone be able to do anything about it. But the more they did things like that, the more they risked attracting attention.
If they were going to become the most powerful quartet in vampire history, they had to be smart about what they chose to do.
He waited as Fred kissed Wesley goodnight before stepping over and squeezing the other man's shoulder before kissing him as well. He had done a very good job. Stepping back, he cocked an eyebrow when Fred said that he could sleep on the floor before reaching out for her hand.
He rather did hope she punished him. He enjoyed her punishments.
As they stepped out of the room, Giles glanced back to see Wesley crawling onto the bed and curling up almost protectively around Amber. Fred had certainly chosen well - her decision had awoken something in the other man, something that he was sure would help all four of them in the long run.
Once the door had closed, Giles turned his attention back to his own Sire as they walked down the hall. "Which floor would you like me to sleep on, my love?"
As Fred walked out of the room with Rupert, she glanced over her shoulder at Wesley. A smile played on her face as he curled up around his Childe. He was going to be a wonderful Sire to her. Fred knew she'd made the right decision by giving Amber to him to turn. Wesley would take good care of her and train her right.
Looking at Rupert, Fred smirked and shook her head. "A little eager, aren't we?" she asked, shutting the door behind them. "I think your punishment should be no punishment at all."
Since it was one of the guest rooms, Fred went about making sure all the curtains were firmly closed. It wouldn't do for them to get burned to death by being careless.
Once she was finished with the curtains, she looked to her Childe. He was so beautiful and he was all hers. Her mind started to race with things she still wanted to do with him. They would have to wait until another night since it was almost day. So she slipped out of her clothes and went to the bed.
Once she was in it, she held out her hand for Rupert and waited for him to join her.
When she turned to look at Wes, she saw the softness in his features and she started to relax. He wasn't going to hurt her. "I'm a little scared," she quietly admitted when he took the dress from her and led her to the bed. "I don't want to mess anything up. My mother always said I had a knack of screwing things up and that I wouldn't amount to anything."
Her cheeks flushed at her admission since she rarely told anyone how her mother had terrorized her for so many years. But, all embarrassment flew out the window when Wesley softly kissed her neck. She had gotten used to the coolness of their touches and loudly moaned. Amber knew she wanted to spend her final moments of life with him inside of her.
"Inside of me, please, Sir," she whispered as she ran her hand over his chest. "I've always liked it when we had sex." The blush came back and she ducked her head. "I...It always felt so nice. " Leaning forward, she softly kissed his lips as cupped his cock in her hand.
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It seemed he and Amber had a bit in common. That would be something he knew he could play on once she was turned and they had started her training together. That would make her strong.
"You are about to become one of the most wonderful creatures on earth," he told her, his voice rough as the warmth he felt rushing through her started to arouse him. "You were picked by Fred to join us. I'd say that your mother was most certainly wrong. And perhaps..." He gave her a knowing smile. "You can show her that someday."
When she then moaned as he kissed her neck, he knew what her answer was going to be before she even opened her mouth to utter the words. He hissed as her hand cupped him through the jeans he had put on earlier, and after she kissed him, he pulled her back, deepening the kiss this time. Reaching down, he grasped the edge of her nightgown and broke the kiss just long enough to get it off over her head.
Once he had her naked, he reached down to undo his jeans and pushed them down off him, kicking them away. He was already almost completely aroused by both the sight of her and the knowledge of what he was going to do, but he was going to make this turning the most memorable night of Amber's life.
Running his hands up her side, he cupped her breasts, rubbing the pad of his thumbs around her nipples for a few moments. Then he trailed his lips down over her warm skin and took one in his mouth, sucking on it and teasing it with his tongue.
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"Thank you," she whispered after she'd broken the kiss.
Before she could say another word, Wesley kissing her again and her hand gripped him harder. As they kissed, she pressed the palm of her hand on his half-erect cock. When he pulled her gown off, she shuddered lightly and allowed him to lay her on the bed. And, when Wes took off his jeans, Amber felt herself throb at the sight. He was beautiful and she was about to become his Childe. It made her feel special.
As he ran his hands up her sides, Amber pressed against the bed and moaned. A small gasp left her mouth when he started to suckle her nipples. Her hips rose off the bed and she pressed herself against his cock, wanting and needing more but not knowing how to ask for it.
Amber started to move underneath him, knowing the friction would drive him crazy. As she moved, a simple question came to her mind that she was almost afraid to ask since she didn't want him to say no. Yet, she knew she had to know.
"Do you love me, Wesley?" she whispered as she raked her fingers through his hair.
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The way she was arching underneath him and pressing against him was starting to drive him crazy. He knew that he was going to need to be inside her soon because he wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer. She was too warm and too arousing. Taking hold of her legs, he was about to position himself between them when her question rang through the room.
He paused and looked at her for a moment before moving in between her legs. Grasping her hips, he pressed his cock to her entrance and pushed inside of her, growling at the feel of her warmth tight around him. "Yes," he told her, leaning over her as he settled in her to the hilt. "You're beautiful and smart, and you make Fred happy. You make all of us happy. I'm looking forward to having you as my Childe and being able to love you forever, Amber."
Kissing her, he began thrusting into her, slow at first, then faster, wanting to bring her to the throes of pleasure when he turned her.
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When he started to thrust inside of her, Amber started to move under him. She wrapped her legs against his waist and ran her fingers over his back. Even though his body was cool, Amber could feel herself start to sweat underneath him. "I'll be the best Childe. I promise you," she whispered as she nuzzled his neck.
The more he thrust into her, the closer Amber got to coming. She knew he wanted to turn her while they were together so she tried her best to hold off from coming. But, as she skated the edge, she didn't think she was going to last much longer.
"Close," she gasped. "Wesley...please...I'm close..."
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Whoever had told him being a vampire was wrong was bloody stupid. Oh, yes - that would be his father. He was going to enjoy showing him just how wrong he was before his throat was ripped out.
As he thrust into her, faster and harder, he could feel Amber rising up to meet him, opening herself up more to him, helping him to go deeper. The sound of her heartbeat and the heat she was radiating was intoxicating, making it more difficult to hold back. Soon. Soon. He wanted this to be right.
And he knew that she was telling the truth - she was going to be a marvelous Childe. And he knew that the wait for her to wake up was going to be torturous.
She was tightening around him, getting closer, and so was Wesley. Growling, he raised his head toward the ceiling, slipping into his vampire face. When she told him he was almost there, he pushed into one more time and suddenly exploded. As his release flooded her, he roared and brought his head down, his fangs slicing into her neck, her blood rolling across his tongue.
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When his fangs sliced into her neck, Amber cried out and everything exploded inside of her. Part of her wanted to push him away when there was a sharp pain but she pushed it to the side. This was what she wanted and she knew the pain would be over soon. Her hand came up and she tangled her fingers in his short hair as she felt her heart pounding, as if it was trying hard to keep her alive.
She could feel the warmth starting to leave her body and the room began to spin around her. She kept her legs around him for comfort and tried to pull him closer but was too weak to do so. Amber could feel the life living her body and she released him and looked toward the ceiling. "Wesley," she moaned, getting scared that he wasn't going to turn her and just kill her. "I think I'm dying..."
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And as he drank, he could feel her getting weaker, her heart slowing, her muscles relaxing. He continued to drink, knowing he had to take her to the very edge of death. When she let go of him, moaning, Wesley finally released her neck. He could hear the fear in her voice but knew that it was simply the last vestiges of her humanity trying to hang on.
Soon, though, that would be gone, and she would be his perfect, beautiful childe.
"It's all right, my lovely," he cooed to her softly, staying inside her, not wanting to break the connection until she had gone into her death sleep. "Everything's going to be all right. I promise you. I'm not going to let you go into the dark forever."
Reaching over, he picked up the knife that they had left on the nightstand following his previous playtime with Fred and Rupert. Quickly, he drew the blade across his chest then tossed it aside. Cupping his hand to the back of her head, he lifted it up and pressed her lips to the wound.
"Drink," he whispered. "I'll be here when you wake. All of us will. We love you, Amber."
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When Wesley released her neck, she stared up at him, her eyes trying to slide shut. She forced them open and watched as he cut his chest open. She slowly blinked her eyes when he told her to drink from him. Amber hesitated for a brief second before then leaned forward. The moment the blood touched her lips, something awoke inside of her.
Her mouth opened up and she started to drink. She bucked against him a little as she continued to drink. The room started to spin even faster and she could feel her heart starting to slow. She was dying and she welcomed it. Soon, she would be like the creatures she loved more than life itself.
Amber slowly released him when she was finished drinking. With blood on her full lips, she looked up at Wesley. "Thank you," she whispered as the room slowly faded to black and she fell back on the bed.
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"Drink," he repeated again.
Finally, her lips latched onto the wound he had made, and he could feel her sucking at his borrowed blood, drinking deeply. He smiled and closed his eyes, continuing to hold her head lovingly. A low groan issued from his throat as her hips pressed forward and she clenched around his cock again.
"That's my sweet girl," he murmured. "Darling child. Your sleep will be brief, and you'll be back with us soon. I promise."
When she had drunk enough, he watched as her eyes closed after she thanked him. "You're welcome," he told her, lowering her to the bed. A moment later, Amber took her last breath and fell still.
Kissing her on the lips, Wesley pulled out of her and stood from the bed to head into the bathroom. He got several flannels and a towel, which he took back out into the bedroom. Gently and methodically, he cleaned Amber up, wiping the blood and cum from her. It wouldn't do for her to wake up in such a state. Fred wouldn't like that either, he was sure.
Once she was clean, he cleaned himself up, then picked up the dress she had picked up and dressed her in it before laying her out on the bed. She looked like a sleeping angel, he thought, thinking it ironic and very fitting.
His dark angel childe.
She was ready.
Quickly, he pulled on his jeans for when Fred and Rupert returned.
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"Very good, Wesley," she said as she released Rupert's hand and walked over to where Amber laid. She ran her long fingers through the girl's hair and looked at Wesley again. "Did you enjoy turning her? You did a wonderful job with situating her for her sleep. I'm proud of you, Wesley."
Stepping away from the bed, Fred slipped her nightgown off and rummaged through the dresser to find a clean one. She didn't want to be dirty for when her grandchilde awoke. Once she was dressed in a new one, she went over to Wesley and ran the back of her hand over his chest. "I love you," she whispered before leaning up to give him a soft kiss.
She looked at the bed again and then at her Childes. "We're going to need a bigger bed," she observed before she sat down in one of the room's chairs. "Do you know where we can steal one from?"
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He looked over at Fred as she changed, then back over Amber. Giles clapped a hand to his shoulder and gave him an approving nod before moving away to got changed himself. When Fred returned to him, he reached up to clasp it as he kissed her.
"I love you too," he told her. And he always would. But he knew that she would always be closer to Giles though he found now that he didn't mind as much - she had given him the most wonderful present he could ever have asked for.
Letting her go, he went over to find a shirt to slip on, smirking at her question. The bed was large, but she was right - they'd need room if it was to be the four of them.
"Fred, love," Giles said, "we could simply purchase one, but if you'd like, I'm sure we could find somewhere we could...ahem, liberate one. Any furniture store after hours, perhaps. We'd probably have to steal a lorry, too to get it here." He looked over at Wesley. "Up for the challenge? We might have time before Amber wakes."
He felt torn for a moment, not wanting to leave his Childe in case she awoke while he was gone but also wanting to please his Sire. "I'm up to it."
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Instead, she continued to sit there and watched her Childes interact. When Rupert suggested Wesley and he go out and get a bed, Fred looked at Wesley and noted the look on his face as he looked at Amber. She remembered how she felt when she had left the hotel after turning Rupert. She'd been afraid of missing his reawakening. And, she didn't want to place that fear on Wesley.
"It can wait," she said as she looked at the two of them. "All four of us will go out tomorrow night, if Amber is awake by then, and buy one together. It'll be good learning experience for Amber. She'll have to learn how to control her urges in public." She then stood from the bed and walked over to stand by Rupert. "As for the bed situation, Rupert and I can sleep in one of the other rooms tonight. You've earned the right to share your Childe's death bed with her, Wesley."
Fred stepped over to Wesley and softly kissed him before looking at Amber again. "You should be proud of yourself. You did a good job," she whispered to him before stepping away. She then looked over at Rupert and smiled. "Come along. I'm sure we can find a nice floor for you to sleep on for mouthing back to me about the bed."
She gave him an amused look and held her hand out for him.
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If they were going to become the most powerful quartet in vampire history, they had to be smart about what they chose to do.
He waited as Fred kissed Wesley goodnight before stepping over and squeezing the other man's shoulder before kissing him as well. He had done a very good job. Stepping back, he cocked an eyebrow when Fred said that he could sleep on the floor before reaching out for her hand.
He rather did hope she punished him. He enjoyed her punishments.
As they stepped out of the room, Giles glanced back to see Wesley crawling onto the bed and curling up almost protectively around Amber. Fred had certainly chosen well - her decision had awoken something in the other man, something that he was sure would help all four of them in the long run.
Once the door had closed, Giles turned his attention back to his own Sire as they walked down the hall. "Which floor would you like me to sleep on, my love?"
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Looking at Rupert, Fred smirked and shook her head. "A little eager, aren't we?" she asked, shutting the door behind them. "I think your punishment should be no punishment at all."
Since it was one of the guest rooms, Fred went about making sure all the curtains were firmly closed. It wouldn't do for them to get burned to death by being careless.
Once she was finished with the curtains, she looked to her Childe. He was so beautiful and he was all hers. Her mind started to race with things she still wanted to do with him. They would have to wait until another night since it was almost day. So she slipped out of her clothes and went to the bed.
Once she was in it, she held out her hand for Rupert and waited for him to join her.
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