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A. Cooper needed to get out more. This was quite apparent to him as word reached him of Millicent’s latest plans. Letting her vamps run wild seemed like a bad, bad idea to him. He knew a thing or two about losing control and knew none of it ever came to any good. There was no fool like an old fool. Not that Cooper would ever say such words aloud where they could get back to Miss High ‘n Mighty. He liked living, thank you very much. There was nothing to do but go for a ride. He dusted off one of his motorcycles and took off into the night.

After a few blocks, any worries he had seemed to be far away. The only one he currently had was avoiding the suicidal public, who seemed determined to walk in the middle of the road. He yelled out in annoyance at the latest person to get in his way. “Hey! Get your head outta your arse and move it!” When would he learn to keep his mouth shut? Probably never.

B. Leaving the bike behind, he hit the local pubs. It occurred to Cooper that he was a bit peckish. Seeing as how he was out of contact with his usual blood donor, he was going to need someone else to bite into. It didn’t take long for his eyes to land on someone who looked like they might be up for being used as a blood bag. He sidled on up to them and crossed his fingers there were no overzealous hunters working in this part of town.

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It's so familiar, the way his tongue laps at her neck, the pull she can feel spilling out of her and into him. Sharing her life blood.

When he pulls away, she looks up at him, her green eyes dark and blown, her lips parted. The moment is only there for just that, a moment before he drinks again. Her grip on him tightens, drops her head against him. Blood rushes in her ears and she can vaguely hear her moans over the sound of her own heartbeat. Her knuckles are white, clutching at him. It doesn't hurt so much as it once did. Now- now's the part where it's good.

Her moans spur him on and he continues to drink deeply, Cooper's teeth scraping away against the edges of her skin. His grip is tight enough to leave fingerprints indented in her skin and there's a part of him that wants to go even further, to keep drinking until her veins run dry. No. He's more composed than that. She's given him a level of trust, letting her feed off of him, and he won't break that. He'll continue to feed, but no more than his fill.

Eventually, his pace begins to turn more sluggish, and he idly licks away at the flow of blood until it begins to slow down on its own. When he's done, he pulls away from Nancy and sits there, very still, the only movement the rise and fall of his chest as he pants a little. "Wow," is all that he can muster.

Her blood wills her closer to him, pressing herself against his body as though she could melt into him completely. She'll bruise where he's holding her, but it's not the first time and she hopes it won't be the last with him, either.

But as she feels close to him, she's losing blood, losing energy. If Cooper can tell so that he slows, she's unsure. But it doesn't matter, because in a matter of moments, it's over. That leaves the two of them on the couch, Nancy's hair a mess, her pupils dilated and her skin pale. Her breathing is shallow as she looks over at him, a grin spreading across her features.

Nancy laughs, just the slightest, as she looks up at him. "Wow is right." She takes a few moments to catch her breath. "Fuck, I missed you."

Cooper thinks that lying on that couch next to Nancy for the rest of the night seems like a right smart idea. The There is something very satisfying about feeding off of someone who actually wants it to happen. The coppery taste of her blood lingers in his mouth. If he had a cigarette, now would be the time to light it.

"Remind me to fix you up some eggs when I remember how t'move." He was still thinking of her in his own oddball way. Eating the right foods was important after letting herself be fed upon, even if she was using blood replenishers.

She's quite content to stay there, too. She shouldn't, she should get up, put some space between them, but considering she'd started the evening out wanting to kiss him, this was progress.

"You don't need to make me anything," she tells him. "I'll just take a replenisher, I'll be fine." God knew she had more than enough of those in her flat. "But the thought's appreciated."

She's not good at taking care of herself.

Cooper's hand found its way back into the tangles of her red hair. He stroked through it with an absentminded, content air. "Are you sure now? I can make a mean omelet when I put my mind to it." He'll do as he's warranted to do: watch over Nancy in his own way to make sure she's safe. Too often it seemed as if she never took herself into consideration, only those around her.

His hand in her hair draws her eyes closed for a moment as she relaxes into his gentle touch. "I'm sure," she tells him. "I'm not hungry yet, anyway. But thank you." She could kiss his cheek, really. But given how recently he'd just fed off of her, she didn't want him to get the wrong impression.

Really, she was just happy he was offering to make her food.

He was right, though. Time and time again, Nancy was the last person she thought about.

"Alright. Just let me know if you change your mind." He closes his eyes and tilts his head back, content to just let things be as they are for the moment. He could push things or try to figure out his own feelings towards Nancy. But not right now. All that is for later when he feels like sifting through his complicated mind. It's rare for the vampire to find a moment of pure peace. He'll savor this one.

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