Sitting down on the bed with Angel, Fred took the steaks and pork chops from him. Her hunger was strong, and the smell of the blood in the meat was almost overwhelming, so she quickly opened the packages. She didn't even think about vamping out - she just did and, within moments, had sunk her fangs into the meat to drink. The blood slowly began to satiate her hunger, quieting the demon.
She drank until the four pieces of meat where drained dry and gave what was left to Angel. While he left the room, she closed her eyes, concentrating for a moment to get her face to return to normal. While it was simple matter for her to vamp out, returning had been a bit more problematic, but she was learning, and it was getting easier.
Opening her eyes again, she looked up Angel as he came back into the room and crossed back to her. She found herself leaning into his touch. "I'm better," she told him softly.
She reached up and took his other hand, kissing the inside of his wrist. "Thank you for taking care of me. It's...it's getting easier," she told him. "Sometimes, I get so scared, though, that I'm going to do something bad."
She paused for a moment. "After...after you call Gwen's friend and set up the appointment, would you lay with me and hold me?"
"Fred," Angel whispered as he crouched before her. He took her hands into his and recalled a time when they had been warm. Fred had been his sunshine, full of life and so bright. Now she was like him because he had been selfish. And now she was suffering because he didn't want to live his undead life alone. Maybe the gypsy were right when they cursed his soul years ago.
"I know this is hard for you, but I'm always going to be here for you. Not only as a Sire but as your lover and best friend." His forehead wrinkled and then he gave her a small smile. "And that last part was bad. But you know what I mean." Leaning up, he softly captured her lips in a deep kiss. He could kiss her forever, but he also needed to make the phone call.
Breaking the kiss, he fished the phone number out of the pocket of his jeans and picked up the phone. Bobby, Gwen's friend, agreed to meet them the following night at a local park. Once Angel had the directions, he hung up the phone and looked at Fred. "He's going to meet us tomorrow night after sundown," he said before setting the piece of paper down on the bedside table.
He kicked off his boots and pulled Fred against him before lying down on the bed. He slowly brushed his fingers through her hair as he held her tightly against him. "I love you, Fred, and I always will. For eternity," he whispered in her ear.
Looking into Angel's eyes, Fred opened her mouth to tell him that she knew he would always be there, and for that, she was glad. No matter what had happened, she couldn't imagine her life without him in it. But before she could, he was kissing her, and she felt herself relaxing. She had always loved the way kissing him, being with him, made her feel - and that was something that hadn't changed even though ever else had. Reaching up, she ran her hand up his collarbone and moved closer to him.
When they finally broke apart, she shifted slightly and leaned down to take her shoes off. While Angel spoke to Bobby, she drew her legs up in front of her, wrapping her arms around them and waiting. For the first time in a while, the demon was actually quiet.
Tomorrow night, Angel told her when he hung up the phone. Nodding, she let him draw her down onto the bed and snuggled against him, closing her eyes. When he whispered to her, she felt herself melt at his words. Suddenly, the idea of eternity didn't seem so scary. Not when he was going to be there. Raising her head, she looked at him, giving him a smile.
"I love you too," she told him, reaching up to caress his face. "That's never changed and never will. There's no one I'd rather be with for all time."
At Fred's words, Angel smiled. He would never tire of being with her, and he knew eventually she'd get used to her new life...undead life. It was just going to take some time but she'd came so far since he'd turned her. Her progress made his inner Sire proud and it wanted to reward her for it. And, Angel needed to pleasure and feel her tremble in his arms.
He nudged her onto her back and started to caress her through her clothes. His hand cupped her breasts and he rubbed her nipples through her shirt until they hardened. Then, one of his hands moved down her body and slipped between her legs. His palm pressed the material of her jeans and panties against her clit for friction and he started to rub her.
His fangs retracted and he ran them over her slender neck. Blood trickle down and he eagerly lapped it up as he moved his hand up and unsnapped her jeans. Angel slipped his hand into her jeans and found her clit. Roughly rubbing it, he licked the rest of the blood up before moving his mouth to her ear.
"Come for me, Fred," he whispered as he ran a fang under her ear, which caused more blood to slip down her skin and onto his tongue.
When Angel gently pushed her, Fred settled onto her back, looking up at him, gasping softly when he began touching her. She had once thought that being a vampire would have made it harder to feel things because there was no blood flowing through the body. She was finding that wasn't the case - in a way, it seemed like she was feeling everything more acutely, possibly because of her heightened senses, she didn't know. All she knew was what she was feeling, and what Angel was making her feeling.
As she bucked her hip up against Angel's hand, the need for more building inside her, she cried out softly when his fangs pierced her skin. It was intensely erotic, having him taste her like that, knowing that no one else could, knowing that he'd never allow it. Angel was her Sire - she was his and his only. As a human, she had hated being considered someone else's, but with Angel, it was different. Belonging to him, even with everything that had happened, seemed right. It had been what had drawn her out of the room finally, knowing that she was his, knowing that he loved her.
Angel pushed his hand into her pants, and Fred felt herself tensing as he rubbed her, sensations sparking through her, need becoming overwhelming. She could smell her borrowed blood and feel everything inside her body becoming more and more aroused and tight until finally, when he told her come, she did, crying out as she spasmed against his hand.
When she opened her eyes, she looked up into his, still shuddering slightly.