Everyone Loves A Vampire
Title: Everyone Loves A Vampire
Fandom: RPF
Pairing:Demily
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When did watching reruns of Buffy become her guilty pleasure?
Disclaimer: Demily aren't mine, nor is Buffy
AN: Sorry i haen't posted in ages i've been busy with uni but i'm on holidays now and planning to finish off my unfinished stuff including Nine Gates of Hell. But i found this almost finished on my computer and figured i might as well finish it off for you guys.
Everyone Loves A Vampire
She wasn’t sure when she’d started spending her nights watching Buffy and Angel reruns when she should have been sleeping. She wasn’t sure why she was drawn to the supernatural television show, with its dark themes and teenagers with more hormones than sense. She told herself that it was because the show was interesting, and that the only reason she turned off when she saw David wasn’t in it was that she was tired.
She didn’t watch Buffy because of a certain dark haired vampire who was just a little younger and a little less chiselled than the man she knew. Her guilty pleasure used to be chocolate, daytime tv and trashy tabloids. When had her only guilty pleasure become David Boreanaz?
She vaguely remembered lusting after Angel when she’d first seen Buffy, all the way back in its first season, she’d been barely twenty, still in college. Her and her roommates had always taken time off of studying and partying to glue themselves to the tv and fawn over the dark angel. She’d never dreamed she’d get to meet the man, let alone spend every day with him.
Just as she was pondering her new obsession with Angel, she couldn’t admit it was David, that would be wrong. The phone rang, in her hurry to answer she forgot to mute the tv.
“Hey Em”
“David?” she asked confused.
“Yeah, what you doing?” Typical David Boreanaz, late night phone call, no explanation.
“Watching tv”
“Oh” David fell silent and Emily sighed, she had absolutely no patience for David that night. For a long time the only sound apart from the tv was their slightly out of sync breathing down the phone line.
“Oh my god, did they just say Sunnydale?” David asked suddenly excited a few minutes later. Emily blushed as David’s younger, demonic counterpart pressed his lips to his co-stars reminding her just what those lips could do.
“No!” She defended, her voice trembling slightly “What’s Sunnydale?” she asked pretending to be ignorant.
“Nice try Em. For an actress you’re a really bad liar.”
“Am not” she protested.
“Don’t even try and deny it. You’re a Buffy junkie. I can tell”
“I am not” She argued, a nervous laugh escaping her lips.
“Yeah. So what episode are you watching? Am I in it?”
“I told you I’m not watching Buffy”
“Sure” David replied disbelievingly “That’s why I heard the theme song before and people talking about Sunnydale”
Emily sighed admitting that David probably had heard the theme song and there wasn’t any point trying to hide it anymore “yeah you’re in it. I don’t know what it’s called though, it’s the one where you first kiss Buffy” Emily shuddered a little at the memory of just how delicious his lips had tasted a few months earlier when his body had been resting on top of hers in that god awful bed on set. She had desperately wanted for the entire world to disappear around them that day so that they could just keep kissing without worrying about positioning, or looking to real, or his wife finding out. She just wanted to kiss David Boreanaz forever, and longer than forever if that was possible. There she had finally admitted it to herself, she wanted to kiss David Boreanaz.
She knew David was grinning and she didn’t need to see it to imagine in full detail the cocky smirk he would be wearing “That was a good day. Sarah is an amazing kisser you know. Very professional. You know, I have kissed a lot of women in my time both on and off the set, but I have never kissed anyone quite like her.”
Emily glared at the skinny blonde on the screen who was at that moment talking animatedly to her red haired friend. She was just David’s type, if his wife was anything to go by, unlike herself. She didn’t have the tiny frame and bleached blonde hair, or apparently the kissing skills of the woman on the screen. She suddenly realised David wasn’t talking anymore and she had yet to respond to him.
“Don’t let your wife hear you talking like that, she might get jealous” Emily warned.
David laughed “I never said she was the best”
“Oh?” Emily’s interest piqued.
“Yeah.” He agreed.
“Then tell me, who’s the best” she sat up straighter on her sofa andmuted the tv not entirely sure she wanted to know the answer anyway.
“Objectively speaking?”
“Yes of course”
“Well, it’s not Sarah.” He paused, and Emily held her breath waiting for him to say it was his wife as she expected “It’s not Jaime either” he admitted “Actually she’s the worst of the lot of them to be honest” Emily picked up on his use of them and realised that he hadn’t included her in the group, maybe he’d forgotten or she was so awful she wasn’t even on the list.
“Ingrid?” she asked, cringing slightly as she waited for his answer, it would make sense for it to be his first wife after all.
“God no” he laughed as if her question amused him. They were both quiet for so long that she jumped in surprise when he spoke again, despite it only being a whisper “You” it was so quiet and so unexpected she almost missed it. But she didn’t, and he didn’t miss her sharp intake of breath or the effect of that one word on her.
“I think your lips were made for mine Em, because they fit perfectly and kissing you felt so good” she groaned as the younger version of him strode across the screen clad all in black with a leather jacket thrown over the top “And god, so sinful. I wanted it to be real. I wanted all of it to be real. I wanted that to be you in that bed with me, not Bones” She wished he was there so she could comfort him, she knew he took his vows seriously and probably felt guilty just for wanting her instead of his wife.
“It was me in that bed with you” she admitted to him quietly.
“Really?” he sounded so hopeful.
“Yeah. Well, not completely.” She added “Emily would never wear underwear like that”
“Oh? And just what would Emily be wearing?”
“You will have to find that one out for yourself. A lady never tells” she teased.
“Em” he growled “Don’t tease me like that. I don’t think I can resist that kind of offer”
“Then don’t” It was as simple as that. He was at her place in time to watch the credits roll on Buffy and before the first ad break of the next episode he was inspecting her underwear for himself. The conclusion - he liked Emily’s choice far better than Brennan’s.
Fandom: RPF
Pairing:Demily
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When did watching reruns of Buffy become her guilty pleasure?
Disclaimer: Demily aren't mine, nor is Buffy
AN: Sorry i haen't posted in ages i've been busy with uni but i'm on holidays now and planning to finish off my unfinished stuff including Nine Gates of Hell. But i found this almost finished on my computer and figured i might as well finish it off for you guys.
Everyone Loves A Vampire
She wasn’t sure when she’d started spending her nights watching Buffy and Angel reruns when she should have been sleeping. She wasn’t sure why she was drawn to the supernatural television show, with its dark themes and teenagers with more hormones than sense. She told herself that it was because the show was interesting, and that the only reason she turned off when she saw David wasn’t in it was that she was tired.
She didn’t watch Buffy because of a certain dark haired vampire who was just a little younger and a little less chiselled than the man she knew. Her guilty pleasure used to be chocolate, daytime tv and trashy tabloids. When had her only guilty pleasure become David Boreanaz?
She vaguely remembered lusting after Angel when she’d first seen Buffy, all the way back in its first season, she’d been barely twenty, still in college. Her and her roommates had always taken time off of studying and partying to glue themselves to the tv and fawn over the dark angel. She’d never dreamed she’d get to meet the man, let alone spend every day with him.
Just as she was pondering her new obsession with Angel, she couldn’t admit it was David, that would be wrong. The phone rang, in her hurry to answer she forgot to mute the tv.
“Hey Em”
“David?” she asked confused.
“Yeah, what you doing?” Typical David Boreanaz, late night phone call, no explanation.
“Watching tv”
“Oh” David fell silent and Emily sighed, she had absolutely no patience for David that night. For a long time the only sound apart from the tv was their slightly out of sync breathing down the phone line.
“Oh my god, did they just say Sunnydale?” David asked suddenly excited a few minutes later. Emily blushed as David’s younger, demonic counterpart pressed his lips to his co-stars reminding her just what those lips could do.
“No!” She defended, her voice trembling slightly “What’s Sunnydale?” she asked pretending to be ignorant.
“Nice try Em. For an actress you’re a really bad liar.”
“Am not” she protested.
“Don’t even try and deny it. You’re a Buffy junkie. I can tell”
“I am not” She argued, a nervous laugh escaping her lips.
“Yeah. So what episode are you watching? Am I in it?”
“I told you I’m not watching Buffy”
“Sure” David replied disbelievingly “That’s why I heard the theme song before and people talking about Sunnydale”
Emily sighed admitting that David probably had heard the theme song and there wasn’t any point trying to hide it anymore “yeah you’re in it. I don’t know what it’s called though, it’s the one where you first kiss Buffy” Emily shuddered a little at the memory of just how delicious his lips had tasted a few months earlier when his body had been resting on top of hers in that god awful bed on set. She had desperately wanted for the entire world to disappear around them that day so that they could just keep kissing without worrying about positioning, or looking to real, or his wife finding out. She just wanted to kiss David Boreanaz forever, and longer than forever if that was possible. There she had finally admitted it to herself, she wanted to kiss David Boreanaz.
She knew David was grinning and she didn’t need to see it to imagine in full detail the cocky smirk he would be wearing “That was a good day. Sarah is an amazing kisser you know. Very professional. You know, I have kissed a lot of women in my time both on and off the set, but I have never kissed anyone quite like her.”
Emily glared at the skinny blonde on the screen who was at that moment talking animatedly to her red haired friend. She was just David’s type, if his wife was anything to go by, unlike herself. She didn’t have the tiny frame and bleached blonde hair, or apparently the kissing skills of the woman on the screen. She suddenly realised David wasn’t talking anymore and she had yet to respond to him.
“Don’t let your wife hear you talking like that, she might get jealous” Emily warned.
David laughed “I never said she was the best”
“Oh?” Emily’s interest piqued.
“Yeah.” He agreed.
“Then tell me, who’s the best” she sat up straighter on her sofa andmuted the tv not entirely sure she wanted to know the answer anyway.
“Objectively speaking?”
“Yes of course”
“Well, it’s not Sarah.” He paused, and Emily held her breath waiting for him to say it was his wife as she expected “It’s not Jaime either” he admitted “Actually she’s the worst of the lot of them to be honest” Emily picked up on his use of them and realised that he hadn’t included her in the group, maybe he’d forgotten or she was so awful she wasn’t even on the list.
“Ingrid?” she asked, cringing slightly as she waited for his answer, it would make sense for it to be his first wife after all.
“God no” he laughed as if her question amused him. They were both quiet for so long that she jumped in surprise when he spoke again, despite it only being a whisper “You” it was so quiet and so unexpected she almost missed it. But she didn’t, and he didn’t miss her sharp intake of breath or the effect of that one word on her.
“I think your lips were made for mine Em, because they fit perfectly and kissing you felt so good” she groaned as the younger version of him strode across the screen clad all in black with a leather jacket thrown over the top “And god, so sinful. I wanted it to be real. I wanted all of it to be real. I wanted that to be you in that bed with me, not Bones” She wished he was there so she could comfort him, she knew he took his vows seriously and probably felt guilty just for wanting her instead of his wife.
“It was me in that bed with you” she admitted to him quietly.
“Really?” he sounded so hopeful.
“Yeah. Well, not completely.” She added “Emily would never wear underwear like that”
“Oh? And just what would Emily be wearing?”
“You will have to find that one out for yourself. A lady never tells” she teased.
“Em” he growled “Don’t tease me like that. I don’t think I can resist that kind of offer”
“Then don’t” It was as simple as that. He was at her place in time to watch the credits roll on Buffy and before the first ad break of the next episode he was inspecting her underwear for himself. The conclusion - he liked Emily’s choice far better than Brennan’s.