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He takes a bite of his sandwich. He wonders if Nancy knows how to cook. Not that he needs to eat a whole lot, strictly speaking, but he does occasionally enjoy breaking up the monotony of drinking just blood with something a little more solid. Nancy is enough for him, though. He thinks he'll never get tired of drinking her blood.

"I promise not to run over anythin' this time." He, too, remembers their first meeting. Cooper is a maniac on the road. He's never had to deal with the caution that came from knowing he might die if he got into a car accident, so his driving skills could charitably be described as crazy at the best of times. He'll take all necessary precautions with Nancy at his back.

You don't grow up with a bunch of little brothers without learning how to cook, and if he ever wanted, she'd be more than happy to fix him anything he wanted. Within reason.

She smiles at the memory. "Good- I don't exactly want to donate my organs today. Just my blood is more than enough." She gave him a cheeky wink.

"No way am I letting your pretty face get scraped up on the road." In response to the wink, he kisses her on the neck. It soon turns into a bite, not the kind designed to puncture the skin and lap up blood, just the loving, slightly possessive kind that any normal boyfriend might give his girlfriend.

Nancy blushes as he moves in to her neck. Here in the sun, she know he won't bite her bite her. Just a little love nibble, it was perfectly acceptable. She wrinkled her nose, dropping her head a bit to nuzzle him out of her neck.

"Oy, eat your sandwich, will you?"

Or you can kiss her again, that's fine.

"I think I'd prefer to eat you," Cooper murmurs against her skin. He brushes his lips over her skin, teeth gently scraping, though he's careful not to leave any marks. Most men would prefer not to solicit a girl who has a hickey for all to see. So he kisses her neck one more time before sitting up straight. He takes another large bite of his sandwich, moving to put on a pair of sunglasses he had brought to help with the glare.

Hey may hate her work, but he's conscious of it, and she gives an appreciative moan- or maybe that's because she just happens to like the feeling.

Kyle had asked her that. And when it was good, well, it was good.

"That can be arranged," she tells him- he eats for free, now. Obviously, it would be wrong to charge her boyfriend to drink her blood. "Maybe after the ride." It can be sexual, or he could drink her blood. Either way, the invitation is there.

"Good. A picnic, a motorcycle ride, 'n you by my side. This is going down as one of my top twenty most favorite days." As a vampire, Cooper often feels like he's constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nice things always have a price being a creature of the night. Right now, though, he's calm and at peace. There's little that could spoil his good mood.

"You make me happy," he says, sighing as he picks up a strand of Nancy's red hair, twirling it through one of his fingers. He feels a little corny saying it, but the vampire has never been one to tamper down his emotions.

His top twenty most favorite days. She didn't know old he was, exactly. She didn't care how old he was. Nancy beamed. "Days, or nights, too?" she teases, dropping her head a little to nuzzle him with the tip of her nose.

"You make me happy, too." Happier than she can claim she's been in a long time. When she's with Cooper, everything seems better. He loves her like no one else ever has before. Sex is one thing. But romance, actual love, that's something completely different, and she knows it. Because she believes in love and in the goodness of some people even in this shitty, shitty world.

"I love you, you know."

"Both," he replies, squirming around a little as he feels the tip of her nose on his skin. Had he been watching anyone else making the same display, he would have commented on it as being sickeningly cute. But when it's actually happening to him, it's a different story.

"I know." He gives her a long kiss on the lips. He doesn't know how long this will last between them. Cooper can only hope it will last a long, long time.

She likes the way he squirms. It's cute, proof he's let her under his skin.

Nancy kisses him back, but only for a moment before she pulls back. "Hurry up and eat then, you. So we can make this day and night one of the best for both of us." But she'll kiss him one last time. how ever long he wants to spend on his sandwich, she's more than happy to be by his side.

With the thought of a motorcycle ride in his head, Cooper finishes off his sandwich and wine at a leisurely pace. When he's done, he stands up.

"Right then. You'll be needin' a helmet." For himself, Cooper would only be wearing a pair of goggles. Vampires were made of sturdy stuff and wiping out wouldn't do too much harm to him. Nancy, on the other hand, he'd risk no harm coming to her.

"Do I?" She gave him a smile as she packed up their belongings.

"I may have learned a localized protection spell." She taps her head. "So we should be fine." The picnic basket shrinks down till its small enough to fit in her purse. Damn she loves magic. "Unless you're planing on trying to have me killed tonight." He would never.

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"Just consider it an extra layer of protection. Or look at it as a way t'keep your hair from getting ruined." Magic or not, he wasn't going to be taking any chances with his rather breakable, human girlfriend.

The V7 Stone is a lovely little bike, gleaming black and perfectly built for a nice ride. It seems that everything has come full circle, from almost running over Nancy at their first meeting to now dating her.

"Thank you, love," she tells him with a kiss in the cheek. She liked the way he looked out for her.

The bike is gorgeous, if you're into that sort of thing and Nancy can tell how much care of it Cooper takes. Like so many other things. "now I've never actually been on one of these things," she confesses. "Just nearly run over." She squeezes his hand to show she still has no hard feelings over it.

Cooper can be a total slob and careless regarding most things in his life. When it comes to the things he cares about, they look the best they can be. The motorcycle is shiny and has had so beautiful customization done to him.

Cooper swings a leg over the bike and sits down, patting a spot behind him. "It's simple. Just hold onto me tight 'n nothing will happen to you." See, this is why motorcycles are romantic. He can have his sweetheart pressed up nice and close to him for a long ride through the city.

Nancy, meanwhile, is good with her things. She tries to keep her home neat, because she respects the money that went into every single item in her house. She was lucky that she was often gifted fine gowns and jewelry from some of her wealthier clients, but she was not a wealthy woman by any means. She simply had a lot of friends in high places. If you looked close at nearly anything she wears, it's cheap fabric, a plastic gem. But something like his bike? She'd take even better care of it than anything else, and can respect how much he must care.

With a small smile, she steps forward, and straddles the bike. "Alright- I'm trusting you, Cooper." She wrapped her arms around his waist. Her lips are pressed up against his cheek. "Show me your favorite spots."

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