âOnly⌠a few hundred more times. Iâm just not used to guys like you wanting me or calling me beautiful withoutâ fucking around with my head. Or wanting someone to use. And I keep falling into these same patterns again and again.â A soft sigh of contentment leaves her as thereâs a ghost of a caress along her cheek, and she sinks down further into the couch underneath her small frame. Yeah, sheâs not planning on moving anytime soonâ At least not until she has to go to bed, anyway. âNot that I think youâre one of them.â She adds, with a lazy smile. He could be, but itâs already too late to think about any of that right now, both literally and figuratively.Â
    âSo⌠would you prefer me to use the term fuck buddy then?â She teases, and lets her hand rest on his leg, as he continues to touch her hair, and her neck. âYouâre such a romantic.â If he keeps touching her like that though, sheâs definitely gonna fall back asleep on him. Already, she feels her eyelids drooping shut again. Still, there are worse ways to fall asleep. Â
    âAre you sure itâll be enough?â She can grab the comforter from the guest bedroom, and put it up over the window easily enough if he just says the word. The thought of not having to sleep alone is also a welcome one; but the thought of him liking her Freudian slip right there is even better. âYou also sure youâre committed to being boyfriend material? Youâre going to have so much glitter in your life.â She points to a spot on his chest, where already, a piece is sticking to him. âSee? Right there, for instance. The glitter invasion is already starting.âÂ
âFirst off, itâs literally impossible that youâve ever met a guy like me: theyâd have to be some variety of monster to live up to this level of sexy.â And, even then, Iâm in a league of my own. I flashed Zoe that shit-eating grin. âBut, since this conversation is not about me, letâs just operate under the assumption that youâre a full-on monster-magnet... with me so far?â I grinned a little wider, not waiting for an answer.
âGood. So, there you are: total and utter monster-bait... and you mean to tell me...â From her throat, my hand cut a path down the front of her shirt, lightly stroking the underside of her breasts. It was not a sexual touch so much as an intimate one. â... that their first, second, third, and fourth instinct wasnât to keep you locked away in their sex-dungeon? From that alone, I can tell that theyâre not playing with a full-deck.â My fingers were back with a delicate caress to her cheek. â... Better off serving as one of my beasts than satisfy you as a Dominant.â
âAre we beginning to see things clearly, Little Red?â I crooned, my touch coming back to rest against her cheek. It should spell out that there was absolutely no one like her. That, vampire clientele or otherwise, she was the one that managed to crawl under my skin in over 500 years. âYouâre not a fuck-buddy, Zoe,â I said, voice rougher, irritated even at the idea that I would call her thatâ- even with those addicting, little touches of hers.
âYou are special,â I decided to tell her straight-out... So her mind couldnât cook up any other ways to interpret it. Shifting her head onto my chestâ- only enough so my lips could graze her foreheadâ- âSpecial. And intelligent. And sexy.â Each compliment was branded with another kiss. âAnd if you even think about arguing with me, youâre in for rude awakening tomorrow night,â I might have hummed it to keep her sleepy, but that didnât mean I wasnât deadly serious.
âIf the umbrella I make Renfield cart around on [ultra rare] day-time runs is good enough to shield me from getting fried to a crisp in the California sun, Iâd say weâre in good shape. Besides, itâs only âtil I run to the store tomorrow night.â Her concern was adorable, though. Glancing down at the smattering of glitter already on my dress shirt, I just grinned, âThe way I see it... more reason for you to make shit up to meâ- you know, for putting me through the trouble of all the extra dry-cleaning.â Not that I was going to be the one handling it, but... hey, she liked being in trouble. Donât break the fantasy. âI want to be your boyfriend, Zoe... If itâs what you want.â I kissed her forehead again, voice softer, âDo you want me to carry you to the bed? I can handle the curtain situation.â