When Angel slipped out of bed, Fred curled up underneath the covers, feeling exhausted. She could still sense the presence of her Sire nearby even though he wasn't right there any longer, and it was enough to lull her back to sleep for a little bit longer.
A while later, she woke up when she heard the room door open, the smell of the meat drifting over to her as Angel paid for the delivery. Sitting up, she looked at the bag longingly before tearing her eyes away to look at him. It was so strange that she was actually craving things like blood and raw meat, but she knew that it was better she get used to it.
When he suggested she showed, she nodded, feeling a bit ucky. Leaning over, she kissed him softly, the way she always had before, and crawled off the bed to go into the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, she closed her eyes as the water cascaded over her. She had been so worried that things wouldn't feel the same, but she was realizing how amazing it was that everything felt just than much more...intense, even water on her skin.
After shampooing her hair and washing herself, she got out and wrapped herself in a towel after drying herself off. Walking back into the main room, she joined Angel on the bed. By now, the demon was stirring, wanting to be fed.
"I'm hungry," she told him. "Could I have something to eat now please?"
While Fred was in the shower, Angel went over and picked up the phone book. He turned to the maps section to find where the meeting place was at. It'd been at least seven decades since he'd been in New York City and knew that it had changed. He looked over the maps until he found the meeting place, and then he groaned. It was in a warehouse district near the Hudson River. He didn't know if he wanted to take Fred down there, knowing it would be dangerous.
When he heard the water turn off, Angel placed the phonebook to the side and smiled when Fred came out. He was about to tell her he'd found the meeting place when she suddenly asked to eat. And the way she worded it made it sound as if he'd been denying her food. Frowning, he cupped her face and tilted it up so he could look in her eyes.
"Fred...I know this is hard for you and I know you think you need to have permission from me because I'm your Sire. You don't. You never have to ask me permission to do anything," he said as he ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "You're my Fred first and foremost. The woman that I love. The fact that you're also my Childe comes second to everything else, okay?"
Angel leaned his forehead against hers and smiled. "I love you," he whispered before softly kissing her. He then leaned back so she could eat if she wanted to.
"I..." Fred started to say, looking into his eyes, pausing for a moment as his thumb ran over her lips. "It just came out. The voice inside keeps telling me that I need to ask permission. Sometimes it's hard to ignore it."
But knowing that he still saw her as his Fred, that he loved her because of that, not just because he had sired her helped. She knew she'd slip up from time to time, but she knew that because Angel loved her that he'd help her. He wouldn't hurt her and he wouldn't punish her because he wasn't like that, and she was grateful for that.
Closing her eyes for a moment, she melted in his kiss, cupping her hand to his face. "I love you too," she told him softly when they parted.
Looking over at the bag, she reached over and picked it up, taking out the meat inside. After sliding into her vampire face, she sucked a couple of pieces dry, feeling immediately better as she did, the hunger abating. Once she finished, she wrapped the leftover meat back up and licked her lips a bit - it was still weird in a way to need blood the way she did now, but she was getting used to it.
"Definitely feeling...better now." She couldn't say human since she wasn't that anymore, but at least when she was fed, she could sometimes forget that she wasn't...for a little while. It made it a bit easier. Stretching out slightly, she cuddled up against Angel, resting her hand on his chest and her head in the crook of his shoulder.
"What time do we have to leave to meet with Gwen's friend?" she asked, her eyes falling close.