34.4. Weave a story that revolves around cliche "drown your sorrows"
[NSFW] Co-written with gr8muppetyodin
Despite the size of the palace Juliette lived in with her Prince, it didn't take long for Rory to feel claustrophobic. The deep and meaningful post-coital conversation with Juliette had been more than Rory had talked about his past in a long time and he was restless in the wake of it. He had sent Buffy a text message, telling her he was going back into the city to find a bar. He needed a drink and he needed to be away from creatures of the night, even just for a few hours. What he hadn't expected was Buffy to come pounding down the ornate stairs and intercept him in the foyer demanding he take her with her. Rory had merely raised an eyebrow, but agreed anyway. He would interrogate her about it later.
Now they were in a pub in Paris, and it was right up Rory's alley. It was British-style pub run by English ex-pats, so it had Scottish lager and Rory was in his element. He was onto his fourth pint already and as he stubbed his cigarette out into the ashtray sitting on the bar before him next to a bowl of peanuts, he glanced at Buffy who was sitting beside him nursing a fruity drink of some sort. "Aye, alright, lassie. Spill," he finally demanded.
Buffy scrunched up her nose as she looked at Rory, and thought about either sticking her tongue out at him, or flicking the fruit off the toothpick at his face. She had matched him for the number of drinks, the cocktails doing exactly what she wanted without the god awful taste of whiskey. She'd wanted to be drunk, and she was. She was not the responsible Slayer in this city. She didn't have to look after Slayerettes or patrol, or do anything. She'd only come to check on Blaise and now she had - what other commitment did she have? She definitely wasn't going to get a commitment off the Kindred. She just seemed to wind up more confused after talking - and making out - with him.
Not to mention the pent up sexual energy. How dare he get her all hot and bothered and be all with the touching and then not follow through. Buffy huffed out a breath as she cupped her breasts. "He doesn't want them. Me. He's all with the dark and sexy mojo until it comes to sex. Then he's all the with slamming the brakes on and acting like it would be too much effort. What the hell? Seriously! He either wants me or he doesn't, and apparently the claim was just an act of friendship and he wasn't expecting to see me again."
Rory watched her in amusement and then sniggered, picking up his pint to take a drink. "Ach, lassie, like you didnae know that. You cannae pull the innocent victim card now. You gotta find a new tactic, and last I looked, the bloke was poorly. Have you ever tried to fuck when you're poorly? It's a fecking disaster every time. Nay like he's gonna drip snot all over the place, or puke on you, but you get my drift. But wait. Are you saying there was nearly making with the hotted up silk sheets? You wee minx, you."
Buffy held up her hand as she let her breasts go. "I never claimed to be an angel, and can you really blame me? Not like you didn't tumble with Juliette. I don't think you have any room to judge, buddy. And it's not like I don't get the poorly thing. I do! I totally get it, but he just gets me so hot and bothered and then all we do is argue and there's no making with the hot make-up sex because we're not even together in the first place. It's just frustrating, and it's always me getting it wrong, and I just want him to not make me feel stupid. Like I'm not supposed to understand his world, or him."
"She wasnae half dead," Rory threw back in protest. "Well, she is fully dead, technically, but she wasnae half dead again," he quickly clarified once he realised what he had said. He couldn't be accused of thinking completely clearly. He was well on his way to being pissed. In fact, he flagged down the barman and ordered a double scotch on the rocks. It was well time to move on to the hard stuff with the subject of Juliette back at the forefront. "So, what? You just sat there and argued with him, then... felt him up, and he cut you off? I dinnae get it. Did you at least talk? Are you fecking telling me we drove all this way and you didnae even talk to him? You arenae fucking supposed to understand it. That's the problem. You gotta put the fecking breaks on a wee bit and let the bloke get through to you. You cannae just bonk him and make it all better."
"Can't I at least just bonk him while we work out the problems? You were the last person I had sex with. And I know I have no room to complain considering it wasn't all that long ago but I'm a woman and I have needs and I'm not drunk and horny and it's not fair. Of course there was talking. There's always talking. He might think he's all mysterious and not making with the talk but I know he's making with the talk. He can't fool me. We talked a lot. About expectations, about what's going on. I guess you just spun my head with the claim stuff, but Blaise straightened it." Buffy pulled her mouth to the side as she looked down at her drink. "Has Juliette ever mentioned how many people she's claimed? Blaise has claimed... a lot."
Rory reached over and gave Buffy a small slap in the forehead. "Quit it. You're doing my fecking head in. I heard him say he wanted time for you to get it all, that means talking. He isnae trying to be all mysterious with you. He's trying to level with you. Nay listening to him talk was what got you into the shit in the first place, so just quit it. Give the bastard the benefit of the doubt. He's got a hell of a lot more to risk being with you than you have being with him." He scrunched his face up and shrugged. "Dinnae mind. Didnae ask. I know she hasnae claimed him because you cannae claim a Prince, but I dinnae doubt he's claimed her. She's his mate, so of course he has. It's worse than having a fecking older brother hanging aboot, I swear," he said, rubbing his forehead between his eyes roughly in frustration.
Buffy rubbed her forehead in turn where he'd hit her and took a sip of her drink to stop herself from pouting. "Okay, okay. Jeez. You really are like a nagging husband, I swear. Except I don't even remember the good years. Just that one night of good sex and then I get lumped with fifty years bad marriage. But see, that's what I don't get. How can he have a mate and be all with the claiming and even want to contemplate risking something with me? I think that's why I'm struggling. He's got everything, why does he need me? If you can't claim a Prince, then how am I ever gonna know that I have any sort of claim to him?" Buffy nudged him with her knee and raised her eyebrows a little. "So what are you gonna do about the big brother thing?"
"Fuck off, you wanted the fangy playboy, you didnae want me, so dinnae be all whining in my face aboot that. And what are you on aboot 'good sex'. I'm better than good sex! Are you seriously trying to piss me off? If it was just good sex, it was because I happened to have lost half my blood, mind. I did a fecking fine job getting blood where it was needed," Rory protested with a nod for emphasis anf roughly pulled his smoked out of his pocket again. He shot her another look as he slipped one between his lips and lit up. "He doesnae need you. He wants you. And last I looked, lassie, you werenae a Kindred and you cannae fecking claim anyone. Even if you had a way to do that, he would still be a Prince and you would still have to be okay with sharing him. You're always gonna have to share him, nay matter what. They cannae sustain on one person for starters. Nothing... what am I supposed to do aboot it? They're a package deal. I knew that from the get-go, doesnae mean I have to completely like it or be comfortable aboot it. You saw him feed off her. It was like jugular sex."
Buffy nodded as her eyes glazed over and she pictured the jugular sex again. "What if we're a package deal? Do you think they'd still want us then, or would it just be a hypocritical Kindred thing? It's okay for them to come as a package but not for anyone else. It just... I don't know. I'm not trying to piss you off, or piss him off. I'm just trying to say... What am I trying to say?" she asked Rory as she looked up at him, her green eyes fixed on his mouth as she watched him light the cigarette. "So you have all your blood back now, right?"
"Give 'em a wee break, lassie. They've lived for hundreds of years, have hundreds of years left ahead of them. They have probably loved and lost countless times. We cannae deny them claiming their own kind to remain in their lives for the long run. It isnae hypocritical, it's emotional survival. Four hundred odd years is a hell of a fucking long time to nurse a broken heart, dinnae you think?" Rory reasoned and as soon as his scotch was placed in front of him, he paid for it, downed it, and then ordered another to chase it. "No, I dinnae. I'm sitting here running on peanuts. Aye, of course I did. Unless, of course, you think I let Juliette Embrace me..." he told her, and met her gaze as he planted the seed in her head.
Buffy frowned as she held his gaze and tried to work out if he was serious or not. "Kindred don't have to do the whole going to ground before rising again thing? If she Embraced you then does that mean you're not a picky Ventrue like Blaise? My blood wouldn't make you sick. Want a bite?" Buffy trailed her finger along the side of her neck as she smirked at him. "I can't see you letting her Embrace you. I mean, it would mean giving up being human. Not completely, but you wouldn't have a chance to be a dad again. If that was something you wanted." She shifted on her stool and let her gaze trail over his body. "I more meant you have all your blood back so you'll be capable of more than just good sex."
"They... die." Rory hesitated with a small frown. It was still fresh with Airlie's experience. He had witnessed it. The guy had called Rory to his place as soon as it all happened and Rory had to watch her die in front of him. "They die, like anyone else dies, and then they just wake up again. Only, they wake up in pain and it takes days for them to try and adjust to what has happened. Nay really going to ground. It depends what you mean by that. They die, their body doesnae need to be buried, it just transitions. There's nay sleeping in coffins or any of that bullshit either. I didnae let her Embrace me. I like being me, and I... I want things Kindred cannae have. It was the whole fecking issue that came to the forefront. Aye, it's something I want and it's just all fucking with my head. I was capable of good sex the first time," he added again, refusing to relinquish the fact he was subpar in bed.
"More than," Buffy repeated as she pointed at him with the toothpick loaded with cherries and bits of orange. "I don't need good. Good is awesome and everything, but I want like... mindblowing sex. I want to just to be a puddle of Buffy goo by the end of it. What? They die? I mean, of course they die... But most vampires just get buried. No one really knows if they're gonna rise again or not until they dig their way out of their graves. Why the pain? How do they even get through it?" Buffy finished off her cocktail before signalling for another. "You want two opposing things? You want her, but she can't give you the rest of what you want? Is that why you can't really decide what you want more?"
Rory smirked at the whole grave comment. "Kindred arenae buried, they need their bodies and I'm thinking they need them nay decomposing. Their Sire will usually remain with them until they transition and then they nurture them. Sometimes you just get the whole Embracing against their will thing and they get left to deal on their own. I hear that other Kindred tend to step in then and take them under their wings. They're very much caring of their own. But they die, like mortals, and then they wake up again renewed. They experience the pain of the body dying and transitioning. Plus the hunger. When it starts, it's agony. Learning to be a Kindred from being a human. They go from one to the other. They know they need blood, but they still have their human mind and emotions. It takes time. Months... years, even. What you're seeing with this pair are highly skilled and experienced Kindred. They are comfortable with who they are... but it's nay so easy for newer Kindred. They need to learn to be what they are. They get through it because they have to." He shook his head and started working his way through his next drink as he ashed his cigarette in the tray. "I dinnae know if I can be a part of this life full stop. It isnae me. I love my home and my life. I'm nay comfortable here."
Buffy was sitting there quietly as she let the information seep through her drunken brain and just nodded as she listened to Rory's lilt. It was hard to not still get turned on by the Scottish voice when she was already worked up and needing an outlet. If she knew the city and knew she wouldn't be risking staking a couple of Blaise's Kindred she would have gone patrolling. But she wasn't in Sunnydale anymore. Sunnydale didn't exist, and her normal outlets weren't even available to her. She was beyond frustrated that she didn't seem to know her own footing anymore. Here, or in Edinburgh. "I don't think I have a home..." she murmured quietly. "The castle isn't me. This place is... Blaise. I know home is where the heart is, but my heart's just in my ribcage at the moment. I'm not trying to rush the whole giving it away part, but I miss someone else guarding it, holding it. If I'm not comfortable here, he's going to assume I'm not comfortable with his life. I just... I don't know anything anymore."
Rory snorted and was downing his drink to slide off the stool. "You're so fecking emo all the time. You're alive. Be thankful for that. It's more than they can say." He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. "I'm going to dance, and maybe find some interesting bodies to rub up again. That bar chick's titties have been in my face all night and a laddie has needs. I could argue that you cannae really be comfortable with it considering you're chosen to do people like him in, but we've covered this ground monotonously and I dinnae have as much patience when I'm pished. End of the day, lassie, you arenae ever going to have all of him. You have to share him with a whole city. This is where his soul is. You have to decide if only having a part of him is enough." He tilted his head and then took a few steps backwards to start heading out onto the dancefloor.
Buffy pushed her hair out of her face before she followed Rory, glancing over her shoulder to give the bar chick a glare. No way were her titties going near the Scotsman. Buffy was drunk and feeling possessive right at that moment considering the one Frenchman she wanted was dead, and Rory was the only other guy she knew. And a guy she'd known intimately once upon a time. She wasn't going to let the emo comment get to her even if she wanted to smack him in the face for it. She just grabbed him by the ass instead and moved right up against him as she started to sway with the music. That was the other thing she knew about Rory - he was a great dancer. "Can we just forget about them for a little while... Focus on the rubbing of bodies."
"Like you're gonna do that. Dinnae be making promises you cannae keep," Rory threw back, teasing her. He could feel he was already quite drunk. It was maybe not a good idea to try and drown his confusion, but there were worst ways to deal with it. The whole thing was just a struggle. It was different for Buffy. She was used to dealing with this sort of thing. She had a string of vampire notches on her bedpost already, but Rory really was just a basic, simple lad. The only reason he had become a Hunter was to track down what took his girls, and even then he failed. It just happened that he had a talent for what he did and it became part of him. He hadn't ever really hunted vampires, though. It was more beasties isolated to Scotland and Edinburgh. There were enough of those to keep him busy, and once he learnt about Kindred, he started to nuture the fact they walked the same land he did, and that they weren't there to seriously hurt anyone. They just wanted to survive. Despite Airlie, however, he never thought he would have to be connected to that world anymore than he was, and now Juliette was inviting him into hers. He didn't know how he was supposed to feel. Keeping everyone at arm's length worked for long, and old habits died hard. Dancing and booze. Definitely a good start to try and cope with it all.
Buffy pushed her other hand up his arm, fingers exploring the muscles. Rory was warm, just as warm as Blaise had been. It was a new experience to be with a vampire who wasn't stone cold. Blaise really wasn't like any of the others. Kindred were so different. She did want to know more if only because their existent challenged everything she knew. But then she also just wanted Blaise. There was an attraction there hard to ignore. It just wasn't so easy to act on because it was still about time, and there was still a lot of talking to do. Buffy was just tired of the talking for now. She wanted to go back to gut reactions and acting on instincts. She knew her gut and she knew her own instincts. She looked up at Rory as their bodies moved closer and gave him a smile before she pulled him in for a kiss.
This was probably a wrong move for them both to be making. He didn't know why he was thinking that, but it was just a niggle in his gut. However, he was too drunk to listen to something stupid like his gut and he was kissing her back, pressed up against her on the dancefloor. There was no denying the raw passion they had the first time they fucked. It just happened, and they were both consenting adults. Ever since then, they had just fallen into a close friendship that was boderline like being an old married couple. They bitched at each other, pulled the piss, and gave each other the silent treatment. It just worked, though. Sex had never been back on the menu with Buffy's eyes planted firmly in the French Kindred's direction and Rory just getting swept up with Juliette by default. The thing was, Rory hadn't profressed to Juliette that he would stay faithful or monogamous, and he knew she was basically getting off with Blaise whenever she needed to. Why shouldn't he indulge in a bit of casual... whatever the fuck it was with Buffy? His boozed brain had no rational reason why and the kiss intensified to him shoving his hand up her shirt and seeking out her boobs. He couldn't help it. He liked boobs and Buffy's were right there rubbing up against him.
Any niggle of doubt the Slayer was feeling at the situation was firmly quashed when she felt Rory's hand on her breasts. He had nice, strong hands and Buffy gave his ass another squeeze of encouragement as she rocked her hips forward and moaned softly. If she had to share Blaise with all of Paris then surely he would understand a little sharing with Rory. Not to mention the fact she'd already had her breast bitten by Juliette. There had been boob feeding porn. Buffy knew monogamy really wasn't something high up on the list of things she and Blaise would have in common. If she was going to be a snack for his mate, then she was definitely indulging in the sexy times with her friend. Rory wasn't tied to Juliette yet, there was no claiming of him and there wouldn't be by the sounds of it. And Buffy just really wanted to be with someone that could reciprocate even for a little while. Her hand moved around to the front of his kilt and she managed to bunch the material up to get her hand underneath it. That was the other thing she loved about the Scotsman - easy access.
It was a good thing the dancefloor was really crowded. Rory didn't really want to end up in the slammer for indecent exposure. He knew what he could get away with in Edinburgh, which he highly doubted would be much the same in France. He was still moving to the music, but with the added sensation of a hand on his cock, it didn't take long for him to hit the point of no return. Fun and distraction was what he needed and Buffy could give it. It would probably succeed in pissing both Blaise and Juliette off, but they couldn't expect to play by one rulebook and have Rory and Buffy bat from another. If they were going to wave the whole needing to feed thing in their face, Rory was going to throw his needs right back, and right now, he was an extremely drunk Scotsman that needed sex, and he was going to have it, damnit. Whether it was Buffy or otherwise. But Buffy's hand was conveniently placed now, and Rory managed to get them pulled back through the crowd and into a darkened corner. It was hazy with smoke in the crowded room, and Rory pushed Buffy up against the wall, his tongue hungrily battling with hers. Skirt. Thank fuck she was wearing a skirt. He pressed up against her, and she was small enough to be concealed by his body. To anyone passing by and catching a glance, it would just look like they were making out. He hitched her skirt up a little and pushed his hand down into her panties with a hungry growl against her lips.
Buffy arched her back off the wall as her body shuddered with pleasure at the feel of his fingers stroking her. It was just what she needed, and exactly the point at which Blaise had cut her off. If Rory did the same to her now she really was going to hurt him. He'd find himself in hospital again and Buffy would make sure there were no sexy nurses to look after him. A Slayer scorned was no one to mess with. Only she knew Rory didn't have to feed to get off properly. He didn't need to sink his teeth into her unless he felt like marking her, and he didn't need to taste her blood to truly have an orgasm. She was enough for him just like this. She would never really be able to truly satisfy Blaise yet. Not until she experienced true love, and the idea more than bothered her. There was no guarantee she would ever know love. Which meant that right now she was going with the quick and easy pleasure. Like knowing the feel of Rory inside her. Her fingers curled around his cock and she started to pump her fist slowly as she moaned again, the sound lost in his mouth.
Romance was a distant concept with the hold they had on each other right now. It was just sheer lust and an urgency to get off. Too much booze would do that to someone and time would tell if they regretted it in the morning. Rory didn't want to think about the morning, he wanted to think about right now and right now his brain was telling him that taking Buffy against the wall was the world's most awesome idea ever. In fact, someone could come up and tell him he had won a million pounds, and his cock would still rule. He pushed her panties aside with his fingers and with his other hand, hitched her leg up so her thigh was locked against his hip. He bit down possessively on her lower lip, just enough to cause a burst of pain, and with the luxury of the wall behind her to brace them, Rory pushed forward and entered her in one smooth motion, pulling away with a hoarse gasp for breath as the feeling of being inside her hit him like a wave of electricity.
Buffy's head fell back against the wall as her hands gripped Rory's arms and she hissed out a breath as the sensation of him buried deep inside her had the tingles of pleasure rippling through her entire body. She wasn't even thinking about regrets. Regrets could come later, probably with the killer hangover she'd be suffering the next day. She might have the ability to heal quicker than other people, but it didn't stop her from suffering just like everyone else when it came to booze. Her eyes were hooded as she looked at Rory in the dim light, and she ran her tongue slowly over her lips as he started to move. She gripped at the sleeve of his shirt before leaning forward to kiss him again, tongue slipping past his lips to coax his into another dance.
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Despite the size of the palace Juliette lived in with her Prince, it didn't take long for Rory to feel claustrophobic. The deep and meaningful post-coital conversation with Juliette had been more than Rory had talked about his past in a long time and he was restless in the wake of it. He had sent Buffy a text message, telling her he was going back into the city to find a bar. He needed a drink and he needed to be away from creatures of the night, even just for a few hours. What he hadn't expected was Buffy to come pounding down the ornate stairs and intercept him in the foyer demanding he take her with her. Rory had merely raised an eyebrow, but agreed anyway. He would interrogate her about it later.
Now they were in a pub in Paris, and it was right up Rory's alley. It was British-style pub run by English ex-pats, so it had Scottish lager and Rory was in his element. He was onto his fourth pint already and as he stubbed his cigarette out into the ashtray sitting on the bar before him next to a bowl of peanuts, he glanced at Buffy who was sitting beside him nursing a fruity drink of some sort. "Aye, alright, lassie. Spill," he finally demanded.
Buffy scrunched up her nose as she looked at Rory, and thought about either sticking her tongue out at him, or flicking the fruit off the toothpick at his face. She had matched him for the number of drinks, the cocktails doing exactly what she wanted without the god awful taste of whiskey. She'd wanted to be drunk, and she was. She was not the responsible Slayer in this city. She didn't have to look after Slayerettes or patrol, or do anything. She'd only come to check on Blaise and now she had - what other commitment did she have? She definitely wasn't going to get a commitment off the Kindred. She just seemed to wind up more confused after talking - and making out - with him.
Not to mention the pent up sexual energy. How dare he get her all hot and bothered and be all with the touching and then not follow through. Buffy huffed out a breath as she cupped her breasts. "He doesn't want them. Me. He's all with the dark and sexy mojo until it comes to sex. Then he's all the with slamming the brakes on and acting like it would be too much effort. What the hell? Seriously! He either wants me or he doesn't, and apparently the claim was just an act of friendship and he wasn't expecting to see me again."
Rory watched her in amusement and then sniggered, picking up his pint to take a drink. "Ach, lassie, like you didnae know that. You cannae pull the innocent victim card now. You gotta find a new tactic, and last I looked, the bloke was poorly. Have you ever tried to fuck when you're poorly? It's a fecking disaster every time. Nay like he's gonna drip snot all over the place, or puke on you, but you get my drift. But wait. Are you saying there was nearly making with the hotted up silk sheets? You wee minx, you."
Buffy held up her hand as she let her breasts go. "I never claimed to be an angel, and can you really blame me? Not like you didn't tumble with Juliette. I don't think you have any room to judge, buddy. And it's not like I don't get the poorly thing. I do! I totally get it, but he just gets me so hot and bothered and then all we do is argue and there's no making with the hot make-up sex because we're not even together in the first place. It's just frustrating, and it's always me getting it wrong, and I just want him to not make me feel stupid. Like I'm not supposed to understand his world, or him."
"She wasnae half dead," Rory threw back in protest. "Well, she is fully dead, technically, but she wasnae half dead again," he quickly clarified once he realised what he had said. He couldn't be accused of thinking completely clearly. He was well on his way to being pissed. In fact, he flagged down the barman and ordered a double scotch on the rocks. It was well time to move on to the hard stuff with the subject of Juliette back at the forefront. "So, what? You just sat there and argued with him, then... felt him up, and he cut you off? I dinnae get it. Did you at least talk? Are you fecking telling me we drove all this way and you didnae even talk to him? You arenae fucking supposed to understand it. That's the problem. You gotta put the fecking breaks on a wee bit and let the bloke get through to you. You cannae just bonk him and make it all better."
"Can't I at least just bonk him while we work out the problems? You were the last person I had sex with. And I know I have no room to complain considering it wasn't all that long ago but I'm a woman and I have needs and I'm not drunk and horny and it's not fair. Of course there was talking. There's always talking. He might think he's all mysterious and not making with the talk but I know he's making with the talk. He can't fool me. We talked a lot. About expectations, about what's going on. I guess you just spun my head with the claim stuff, but Blaise straightened it." Buffy pulled her mouth to the side as she looked down at her drink. "Has Juliette ever mentioned how many people she's claimed? Blaise has claimed... a lot."
Rory reached over and gave Buffy a small slap in the forehead. "Quit it. You're doing my fecking head in. I heard him say he wanted time for you to get it all, that means talking. He isnae trying to be all mysterious with you. He's trying to level with you. Nay listening to him talk was what got you into the shit in the first place, so just quit it. Give the bastard the benefit of the doubt. He's got a hell of a lot more to risk being with you than you have being with him." He scrunched his face up and shrugged. "Dinnae mind. Didnae ask. I know she hasnae claimed him because you cannae claim a Prince, but I dinnae doubt he's claimed her. She's his mate, so of course he has. It's worse than having a fecking older brother hanging aboot, I swear," he said, rubbing his forehead between his eyes roughly in frustration.
Buffy rubbed her forehead in turn where he'd hit her and took a sip of her drink to stop herself from pouting. "Okay, okay. Jeez. You really are like a nagging husband, I swear. Except I don't even remember the good years. Just that one night of good sex and then I get lumped with fifty years bad marriage. But see, that's what I don't get. How can he have a mate and be all with the claiming and even want to contemplate risking something with me? I think that's why I'm struggling. He's got everything, why does he need me? If you can't claim a Prince, then how am I ever gonna know that I have any sort of claim to him?" Buffy nudged him with her knee and raised her eyebrows a little. "So what are you gonna do about the big brother thing?"
"Fuck off, you wanted the fangy playboy, you didnae want me, so dinnae be all whining in my face aboot that. And what are you on aboot 'good sex'. I'm better than good sex! Are you seriously trying to piss me off? If it was just good sex, it was because I happened to have lost half my blood, mind. I did a fecking fine job getting blood where it was needed," Rory protested with a nod for emphasis anf roughly pulled his smoked out of his pocket again. He shot her another look as he slipped one between his lips and lit up. "He doesnae need you. He wants you. And last I looked, lassie, you werenae a Kindred and you cannae fecking claim anyone. Even if you had a way to do that, he would still be a Prince and you would still have to be okay with sharing him. You're always gonna have to share him, nay matter what. They cannae sustain on one person for starters. Nothing... what am I supposed to do aboot it? They're a package deal. I knew that from the get-go, doesnae mean I have to completely like it or be comfortable aboot it. You saw him feed off her. It was like jugular sex."
Buffy nodded as her eyes glazed over and she pictured the jugular sex again. "What if we're a package deal? Do you think they'd still want us then, or would it just be a hypocritical Kindred thing? It's okay for them to come as a package but not for anyone else. It just... I don't know. I'm not trying to piss you off, or piss him off. I'm just trying to say... What am I trying to say?" she asked Rory as she looked up at him, her green eyes fixed on his mouth as she watched him light the cigarette. "So you have all your blood back now, right?"
"Give 'em a wee break, lassie. They've lived for hundreds of years, have hundreds of years left ahead of them. They have probably loved and lost countless times. We cannae deny them claiming their own kind to remain in their lives for the long run. It isnae hypocritical, it's emotional survival. Four hundred odd years is a hell of a fucking long time to nurse a broken heart, dinnae you think?" Rory reasoned and as soon as his scotch was placed in front of him, he paid for it, downed it, and then ordered another to chase it. "No, I dinnae. I'm sitting here running on peanuts. Aye, of course I did. Unless, of course, you think I let Juliette Embrace me..." he told her, and met her gaze as he planted the seed in her head.
Buffy frowned as she held his gaze and tried to work out if he was serious or not. "Kindred don't have to do the whole going to ground before rising again thing? If she Embraced you then does that mean you're not a picky Ventrue like Blaise? My blood wouldn't make you sick. Want a bite?" Buffy trailed her finger along the side of her neck as she smirked at him. "I can't see you letting her Embrace you. I mean, it would mean giving up being human. Not completely, but you wouldn't have a chance to be a dad again. If that was something you wanted." She shifted on her stool and let her gaze trail over his body. "I more meant you have all your blood back so you'll be capable of more than just good sex."
"They... die." Rory hesitated with a small frown. It was still fresh with Airlie's experience. He had witnessed it. The guy had called Rory to his place as soon as it all happened and Rory had to watch her die in front of him. "They die, like anyone else dies, and then they just wake up again. Only, they wake up in pain and it takes days for them to try and adjust to what has happened. Nay really going to ground. It depends what you mean by that. They die, their body doesnae need to be buried, it just transitions. There's nay sleeping in coffins or any of that bullshit either. I didnae let her Embrace me. I like being me, and I... I want things Kindred cannae have. It was the whole fecking issue that came to the forefront. Aye, it's something I want and it's just all fucking with my head. I was capable of good sex the first time," he added again, refusing to relinquish the fact he was subpar in bed.
"More than," Buffy repeated as she pointed at him with the toothpick loaded with cherries and bits of orange. "I don't need good. Good is awesome and everything, but I want like... mindblowing sex. I want to just to be a puddle of Buffy goo by the end of it. What? They die? I mean, of course they die... But most vampires just get buried. No one really knows if they're gonna rise again or not until they dig their way out of their graves. Why the pain? How do they even get through it?" Buffy finished off her cocktail before signalling for another. "You want two opposing things? You want her, but she can't give you the rest of what you want? Is that why you can't really decide what you want more?"
Rory smirked at the whole grave comment. "Kindred arenae buried, they need their bodies and I'm thinking they need them nay decomposing. Their Sire will usually remain with them until they transition and then they nurture them. Sometimes you just get the whole Embracing against their will thing and they get left to deal on their own. I hear that other Kindred tend to step in then and take them under their wings. They're very much caring of their own. But they die, like mortals, and then they wake up again renewed. They experience the pain of the body dying and transitioning. Plus the hunger. When it starts, it's agony. Learning to be a Kindred from being a human. They go from one to the other. They know they need blood, but they still have their human mind and emotions. It takes time. Months... years, even. What you're seeing with this pair are highly skilled and experienced Kindred. They are comfortable with who they are... but it's nay so easy for newer Kindred. They need to learn to be what they are. They get through it because they have to." He shook his head and started working his way through his next drink as he ashed his cigarette in the tray. "I dinnae know if I can be a part of this life full stop. It isnae me. I love my home and my life. I'm nay comfortable here."
Buffy was sitting there quietly as she let the information seep through her drunken brain and just nodded as she listened to Rory's lilt. It was hard to not still get turned on by the Scottish voice when she was already worked up and needing an outlet. If she knew the city and knew she wouldn't be risking staking a couple of Blaise's Kindred she would have gone patrolling. But she wasn't in Sunnydale anymore. Sunnydale didn't exist, and her normal outlets weren't even available to her. She was beyond frustrated that she didn't seem to know her own footing anymore. Here, or in Edinburgh. "I don't think I have a home..." she murmured quietly. "The castle isn't me. This place is... Blaise. I know home is where the heart is, but my heart's just in my ribcage at the moment. I'm not trying to rush the whole giving it away part, but I miss someone else guarding it, holding it. If I'm not comfortable here, he's going to assume I'm not comfortable with his life. I just... I don't know anything anymore."
Rory snorted and was downing his drink to slide off the stool. "You're so fecking emo all the time. You're alive. Be thankful for that. It's more than they can say." He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. "I'm going to dance, and maybe find some interesting bodies to rub up again. That bar chick's titties have been in my face all night and a laddie has needs. I could argue that you cannae really be comfortable with it considering you're chosen to do people like him in, but we've covered this ground monotonously and I dinnae have as much patience when I'm pished. End of the day, lassie, you arenae ever going to have all of him. You have to share him with a whole city. This is where his soul is. You have to decide if only having a part of him is enough." He tilted his head and then took a few steps backwards to start heading out onto the dancefloor.
Buffy pushed her hair out of her face before she followed Rory, glancing over her shoulder to give the bar chick a glare. No way were her titties going near the Scotsman. Buffy was drunk and feeling possessive right at that moment considering the one Frenchman she wanted was dead, and Rory was the only other guy she knew. And a guy she'd known intimately once upon a time. She wasn't going to let the emo comment get to her even if she wanted to smack him in the face for it. She just grabbed him by the ass instead and moved right up against him as she started to sway with the music. That was the other thing she knew about Rory - he was a great dancer. "Can we just forget about them for a little while... Focus on the rubbing of bodies."
"Like you're gonna do that. Dinnae be making promises you cannae keep," Rory threw back, teasing her. He could feel he was already quite drunk. It was maybe not a good idea to try and drown his confusion, but there were worst ways to deal with it. The whole thing was just a struggle. It was different for Buffy. She was used to dealing with this sort of thing. She had a string of vampire notches on her bedpost already, but Rory really was just a basic, simple lad. The only reason he had become a Hunter was to track down what took his girls, and even then he failed. It just happened that he had a talent for what he did and it became part of him. He hadn't ever really hunted vampires, though. It was more beasties isolated to Scotland and Edinburgh. There were enough of those to keep him busy, and once he learnt about Kindred, he started to nuture the fact they walked the same land he did, and that they weren't there to seriously hurt anyone. They just wanted to survive. Despite Airlie, however, he never thought he would have to be connected to that world anymore than he was, and now Juliette was inviting him into hers. He didn't know how he was supposed to feel. Keeping everyone at arm's length worked for long, and old habits died hard. Dancing and booze. Definitely a good start to try and cope with it all.
Buffy pushed her other hand up his arm, fingers exploring the muscles. Rory was warm, just as warm as Blaise had been. It was a new experience to be with a vampire who wasn't stone cold. Blaise really wasn't like any of the others. Kindred were so different. She did want to know more if only because their existent challenged everything she knew. But then she also just wanted Blaise. There was an attraction there hard to ignore. It just wasn't so easy to act on because it was still about time, and there was still a lot of talking to do. Buffy was just tired of the talking for now. She wanted to go back to gut reactions and acting on instincts. She knew her gut and she knew her own instincts. She looked up at Rory as their bodies moved closer and gave him a smile before she pulled him in for a kiss.
This was probably a wrong move for them both to be making. He didn't know why he was thinking that, but it was just a niggle in his gut. However, he was too drunk to listen to something stupid like his gut and he was kissing her back, pressed up against her on the dancefloor. There was no denying the raw passion they had the first time they fucked. It just happened, and they were both consenting adults. Ever since then, they had just fallen into a close friendship that was boderline like being an old married couple. They bitched at each other, pulled the piss, and gave each other the silent treatment. It just worked, though. Sex had never been back on the menu with Buffy's eyes planted firmly in the French Kindred's direction and Rory just getting swept up with Juliette by default. The thing was, Rory hadn't profressed to Juliette that he would stay faithful or monogamous, and he knew she was basically getting off with Blaise whenever she needed to. Why shouldn't he indulge in a bit of casual... whatever the fuck it was with Buffy? His boozed brain had no rational reason why and the kiss intensified to him shoving his hand up her shirt and seeking out her boobs. He couldn't help it. He liked boobs and Buffy's were right there rubbing up against him.
Any niggle of doubt the Slayer was feeling at the situation was firmly quashed when she felt Rory's hand on her breasts. He had nice, strong hands and Buffy gave his ass another squeeze of encouragement as she rocked her hips forward and moaned softly. If she had to share Blaise with all of Paris then surely he would understand a little sharing with Rory. Not to mention the fact she'd already had her breast bitten by Juliette. There had been boob feeding porn. Buffy knew monogamy really wasn't something high up on the list of things she and Blaise would have in common. If she was going to be a snack for his mate, then she was definitely indulging in the sexy times with her friend. Rory wasn't tied to Juliette yet, there was no claiming of him and there wouldn't be by the sounds of it. And Buffy just really wanted to be with someone that could reciprocate even for a little while. Her hand moved around to the front of his kilt and she managed to bunch the material up to get her hand underneath it. That was the other thing she loved about the Scotsman - easy access.
It was a good thing the dancefloor was really crowded. Rory didn't really want to end up in the slammer for indecent exposure. He knew what he could get away with in Edinburgh, which he highly doubted would be much the same in France. He was still moving to the music, but with the added sensation of a hand on his cock, it didn't take long for him to hit the point of no return. Fun and distraction was what he needed and Buffy could give it. It would probably succeed in pissing both Blaise and Juliette off, but they couldn't expect to play by one rulebook and have Rory and Buffy bat from another. If they were going to wave the whole needing to feed thing in their face, Rory was going to throw his needs right back, and right now, he was an extremely drunk Scotsman that needed sex, and he was going to have it, damnit. Whether it was Buffy or otherwise. But Buffy's hand was conveniently placed now, and Rory managed to get them pulled back through the crowd and into a darkened corner. It was hazy with smoke in the crowded room, and Rory pushed Buffy up against the wall, his tongue hungrily battling with hers. Skirt. Thank fuck she was wearing a skirt. He pressed up against her, and she was small enough to be concealed by his body. To anyone passing by and catching a glance, it would just look like they were making out. He hitched her skirt up a little and pushed his hand down into her panties with a hungry growl against her lips.
Buffy arched her back off the wall as her body shuddered with pleasure at the feel of his fingers stroking her. It was just what she needed, and exactly the point at which Blaise had cut her off. If Rory did the same to her now she really was going to hurt him. He'd find himself in hospital again and Buffy would make sure there were no sexy nurses to look after him. A Slayer scorned was no one to mess with. Only she knew Rory didn't have to feed to get off properly. He didn't need to sink his teeth into her unless he felt like marking her, and he didn't need to taste her blood to truly have an orgasm. She was enough for him just like this. She would never really be able to truly satisfy Blaise yet. Not until she experienced true love, and the idea more than bothered her. There was no guarantee she would ever know love. Which meant that right now she was going with the quick and easy pleasure. Like knowing the feel of Rory inside her. Her fingers curled around his cock and she started to pump her fist slowly as she moaned again, the sound lost in his mouth.
Romance was a distant concept with the hold they had on each other right now. It was just sheer lust and an urgency to get off. Too much booze would do that to someone and time would tell if they regretted it in the morning. Rory didn't want to think about the morning, he wanted to think about right now and right now his brain was telling him that taking Buffy against the wall was the world's most awesome idea ever. In fact, someone could come up and tell him he had won a million pounds, and his cock would still rule. He pushed her panties aside with his fingers and with his other hand, hitched her leg up so her thigh was locked against his hip. He bit down possessively on her lower lip, just enough to cause a burst of pain, and with the luxury of the wall behind her to brace them, Rory pushed forward and entered her in one smooth motion, pulling away with a hoarse gasp for breath as the feeling of being inside her hit him like a wave of electricity.
Buffy's head fell back against the wall as her hands gripped Rory's arms and she hissed out a breath as the sensation of him buried deep inside her had the tingles of pleasure rippling through her entire body. She wasn't even thinking about regrets. Regrets could come later, probably with the killer hangover she'd be suffering the next day. She might have the ability to heal quicker than other people, but it didn't stop her from suffering just like everyone else when it came to booze. Her eyes were hooded as she looked at Rory in the dim light, and she ran her tongue slowly over her lips as he started to move. She gripped at the sleeve of his shirt before leaning forward to kiss him again, tongue slipping past his lips to coax his into another dance.
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