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[neapolitan_man]

Tony sets the glass down on the nightstand before settling down on the bed, looking up at her.

She moves so nicely.

She tastes good, too.

He remembers--

"C'mere."

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[spandexed_edie]

She walks over to him, slowly, cautiously. She doesn't like this, but she drapes her robe over the chair across from the bed, and sits down next to him, putting her arm around him.

"We'll have you all fixed up soon, honey."

[neapolitan_man]

"I told you, baby, I'm fine."

He can let his guard down a little here, with her, but only with her.

He squirms out of his shirt and tosses it in the general direction of the door.

"Nothing to fix up. Get me a smoke?"

[spandexed_edie]

"Nah, no smokin'. Not with that fever, and what you've been drinking. You'll be hurling all over the place, and coughing up a lung."

See? She's sorta responsible.

She pulls him closer.

[neapolitan_man]

He pulls her closer, onto his lap.

"You know I'm the one calling the shots around here, baby. You know that. Just be careful in public."

And if she doesn't resist, she is likely to get a sloppy kiss on the jaw.

[spandexed_edie]

She makes a noise and arches an eyebrow.

"I'm not your henchwoman anymore, and even when I was, you didn't talk to me like that."

She is not impressed with this turn of events.

[neapolitan_man]

"Getting a little feisty, there?" he asks, leaning his head back against the pillows again. "You know how things are. You know what you signed on for. You know your place."

He will deserve every bit of kicking around she may feel free to give him once he has recovered.

[spandexed_edie]

She peels the robe off, tossing it in the chair, and kicks her blue suede slippers under her side of their bed, before getting in bed next to him.

"I know how things are, alright," she says, trying to keep the laugh out of her voice. "I know exactly where my place is."

But see, it won't be worth it when he's back to himself. He won't deserve it; he'll go back to being his Catholic-guilt ridden self for being mean to her.

And it's not worth kicking his ass over now, either.

[neapolitan_man]

"Just remember that," he murmurs, shifting to nuzzle at her neck. "Remember how good I can be to you, baby. How good I've always been to you... when you've been good to me."

But she looks different. Why does she look different?

[spandexed_edie]

She pets his hair a little, nodding.

"You've always been good to me, baby. You know I've always done what you need me to do, when it comes to the important things."

She can feel the fever in him as he nuzzles at her.

"Want a nice cool bath? I'll wash your back for you..."

[neapolitan_man]

"You're the best I ever had," he says, closing his eyes and taking in her scent.

But there's something wrong.Why does she have a pulse? She feels alive. She shouldn't.

He sinks his teeth into her throat. They're significantly less effective than vampire fangs, but he doesn't seem to notice.

[spandexed_edie]

Just because he doesn't have fangs, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. Badly.

She jerks away from him, which, of course tears the skin further.

"Motherfucker," she swears loudly. "You fucking took a chunk out of my fucking throat!"

She's off the bed, hand pressed hard against her throat as she stumbles towards the bathroom.

[neapolitan_man]

He can taste her blood.

Doesn't taste like strawberries.Why should it?Edie.
His Edie.
Edie.

"Oh, God, Edie," he says softly, staring at her retreating shape, wiping his mouth with one hand as though it can wipe away what had just happened.

[spandexed_edie]

She finally makes it to the sink, blood seeping between her fingers.

It's been a while since someone's gotten her this good.

She fumbles with the medicine cabinet, finding enough first aid equipment to handle her situation. The first step is peroxide. Lots. Whatever Tony's got, she doesn't want it. Neither of them will live through it if she catches this too.

A few moments later, she slowly walks back out, bandaged and weary. She sits in the chair across from the bed and watches Tony like a hurt animal.

"I suppose the plus is that you know who I am, again," she says quietly, as she hears Tino scratching at the door.

[neapolitan_man]

Somewhere between the blood, the sambuca and the realization that he has just bitten his Edie, and not in the playful way, something catches up with him.

There's really no discreet way to throw up, when you're as sick as he is.

All over himself, all over the side of the bed he's on, and onto the floor.

He curls up in a ball, hands pressed to his temples, and whispers "Edie, make the music stop."

[spandexed_edie]

She sighs, "I haven't heard those words out of you in a long time, pet. I was hopin' to never hear them again."

She pulls herself out of the chair and walks to him. She carefully undresses him before carrying into the bathroom like a child, setting him in the tub.

"Now, I'm gonna clean that up real quick, and bring you some juice. Then we'll get ourselves a bath. Does that sound nice?"

She doesn't dare start the water before she's back from her other tasks, in case he passes out and drowns.

[neapolitan_man]

"A bath," he says quietly, still holding his head in both hands, but resting his forehead against the cool porcelain of the tub. "Cran-apple juice? Not straight apple or orange, that'd just make it worse..."