I'm starving and horny, so not gonna' question it!

“… fine, but no funny business from you, either. I’m not too hungry to kick your ass.”

“Yeah, the tentacles. Your hentai powers are extremely scary. Get over here before I change my mind.” She tugs down the black leather jacket she’s wearing, making sure the pink fluff-lined area around her neck is clear and exposed. In that moment, you sort of regret saying you didn’t want to have sex. Confusing and dangerous, sure, but she is actually pretty sexy. You’re reminded to use your better judgement when her other hand pulls out a stake, this one looking like it was whittled out of the remains of a chair. “Like I said, in case.”

You go very slowly approaching her neck, but grin even with the sharp end of the stake pointed at your heart. She pokes you with it lightly, clearly wanting you to take this seriously, but she can’t hide the shiver that just ran through her when you got close. Judging by her pulse speeding up and her skin getting flush, it wasn’t exactly a shiver of disgust.

“Just relax,” you whisper to her before sinking your fangs into her neck. She tries to muffle it before you can hear, but the clear start of a pleased moan slips past her lips when you do. Drinking goes slowly, very much on purpose, as she squirms and gasps in your arms. Despite the sharp point digging just a bit into your tank top, it makes you feel totally in control watching the effect you’re having on her. She keeps biting her lip, stopping herself from making all the noises she wants to, but that’s kind of fun, too. She tastes better than Tanya or Kurt, but still not as good as Eva. It’s more … deep, dark. It reminds you of a good beer, not the shit high school kids drink behind the school late on Saturdays. An ideal of the concept of a drink, not one you’ve actually tasted before.

She shudders against you and drops the stake, clattering to the ground as she surrenders to the feeling rushing through both of you. A small orgasm ripples through you, making you moan gently into her neck. It’s not as intense as the one she gave you, but the more relaxed, less intense pleasure suits your mood fine right now. Even if she knows how to kill vampires, it’s pretty clear this part is new to her. Evelyn can’t help it any more and screams as she cums. You hold her until she stops arching her back and pressing into you, letting her ride out the full experience before you lift your head and close the wound. Stepping back with a smile, you open your mouth a little as you see her fishnets and legs beneath them are visibly soaked.

“That. Was not. What I was expecting,” she pants out. “FUCK, is that why people don’t fight when vampires bite them? That was hot as hell. I mean, not worth dying, but if you don’t know that’s coming …”

“Well, SOMEONE dropped her weapon, so if it’s not worth dying, you have to trust me at least a little, right?” She looks at you venomously, but she gives up on it soon after and sighs defeatedly.

“I’m sorry I tried to kill you,” she finally says, absent sarcasm. “You’re a cool chick. And smoking. And yeah, I might have died. Would have been a serious loss.”

“It’s fine … I only met one vampire and know about one other, and they both seems like real pieces of work.”

“Yeah, but I shouldn’t let a toxic society make me just kill whoever fits a bill. How am I better than a cop if I do that?” You laugh, the line sounding like it’s coming right out of Eva’s mouth. “I just … I heal quick, but I can’t take a bullet. Or a knife. Or getting bashed against the wall like that again. Overwhelming offense is usually all I have.”

“Yeah, what the hell did you DO to his head?”

“Oh, yeah. Most vampire hunters are just enthusiasts. I got an edge or two on my side,” she responds, a little more confidently again. “Monsters can’t see it, but I can make things catch fire and do REAL nasty stuff. They break if it’s not Abe here, and I made him my damn self.” She pats the bag, clearly gesturing to the bat. “And things I throw break IMMEDIATELY, but I can, y’know, throw ‘em.”

“You took his head off with a bat.”

“Like I said, REAL nasty.”

“Whatever,” you say before you start to move again and stumble just a little. “… am I … am I drunk now?”

“Tipsy.”

“Tipsy! Am I tipsy?”

“Oh, yeah, when you guys drink a person who’s drunk or high or poisoned or sick, it transfers right in for ya’. I kind of forgot to mention that.”

“Well, I can’t fucking drive now.” She snorts. “Safety is important! And you’re tipsy, and I am NOT calling Eva about this, she needs to rest …”

“Fiiiiiiiiiiiine. I’ll stay with you in case there are any other scary you’s out this time of night.”

“I also have questions I’d like to ask … but I don’t want to forget the answers. About monsters and vampires and stuff. I’m trying to find my vampire mom, maybe something you know could help.”

“Never really had a comfortable sit-down with a vampo, just stand-offs. Yeah, I’m in. When I’m in a more talk-y mood. Not my headspace right now. Oh, before I sober up and realize it’s a bad idea, my name’s Andy. Well, Andrea, but it’s not Evelyn, and I like Andy better. And you’re … Jaq.” You squint at her in disbelief. “What? I didn’t think I’d need to remember it. And I did anyway, don’t you give me shit.”

“I mean, you did try to kill me.”

“And then I let you bite me!”

“Until you came so hard I can tell you aren’t wearing underwear. Woe is you,” you tease. You grab her by the collar of her jacket impulsively and pull her into a kiss, which she doesn’t even wait until your lips meet to yank herself into as well. The two of you make out in the parking lot for what has to be at least five minutes, bodies pressing needily against each other and groaning, gasping between kisses. She tenses the first time you kiss her neck, but by the third time doing it without biting her, she’s pushing it up to meet you.

“This is not a good habit for someone in my line of work,” she breathes out as you break, still holding each other in the parking lot. You can feel your body reasonably warm, if still below normal human temperature. “Talk later. Fun now. Solid?”