10595/And on the 13th day of X-Mas....

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And on the 13th day of X-Mas....
Date of Scene: 31 December 2019
Location: Private Office, the Blue Lady
Synopsis: Buffy visits Thomas and receives a special Christmas present..
Cast of Characters: Thomas Raith, Buffy Summers




Thomas Raith has posed:
"It's not a very busy day for the Club. After all it's the day after Christmas, the middle of the week, and most people are planning their next "Night out" to be New Years Eve. So it's hardly a secrity threat when Crush walks up to the deminutive (compared to his 6'9" inch 320 lb of solid black muscle frame) "Hey Ice? Boss wants to see you upstairs. You weren't here for the Christmas party so I'm pretty sure he wants to give you your present and your bonus check."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers was feeling a little hung-over after Christmas, which involved less sleeping in and more patrolling (and probably getting drunk when she finally DID get to relax), however, she always needed the extra money with her expensive college dues, and not much left in her college fund honestly. So here she is, the day after Christmas ready to work, dressed in a stylish black suit with white shirt (unusual for Buffy but somehow flattering nonetheless on her feminine, athletic frame), staring up at the super tall bouncer before her, but looking nonetheless phased. "Oh yeah?" she grins, "Bonus check huh, I like the sound of that." And with a smile and wave to Crush, she heads up the steps, curious to see what he might have for her..

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith is in his office doing paperwork, as he usually does in the early hours of the Club being open. In a few hours he'd slip downstairs, schmooze a bit, soak up some of the residual lust energy that haunts places where people frequently go to do more then sip over priced cocktails and listen to good Jazz, or smoke truly exceptional cigars. In front of other people, at least here at the CLub, he always calls her "Ice". No one, except himself, uses their real names on duty. He'd explained to the Slayer in a candid moment that he tends to whip up the lust energy of the Club... and he doesn't want to risk anyone having too much of their identity out there. Still in the privacy of his office he smiles and says "Hey there Buffy, I've got something for you.." He pulls out two things. An envelope, and a fairly large wooden box.... It's also worth noting he is wearing her silk white bowtie.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers pops her head in, peering around. It's hard not to relax around Thomas for several reasons, even if he is kinda her 'boss'. She shrugs and smiles, "Hey there, what's up?" she peers curiously towards the envelope and box as she steps in, arching a brow. "HOpe you have a good Christmas.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
"Well this rather attractive blonde gifted me rather wonderful bottle of brandy that I haven't had a chance to open yet." He says amused and says with a bit of a smile. "The check is for $750. Most eveyone else got a thousand, but they've all been here more then three months, I'm sure you understand." He says with a playful smile and gestures for the box, "That however is a gift from me to you." he says waiting for her to open it... Inside is a pair of tonfa, night sticks basically, but with two notable differences. For one rather then a standard rounded tip, thes have a brass cap with a hole drilled into the mahogany wood. The other is that they both have small trigger like prongs near the handles. Sharing space in the red velvet lined box with the tonfas are a series of small spikes. No more then two inches long each, though taking one out would reveal a pin at the base of them to "load" them into the end of the tonfa. "The triggers," Thomas explains, "Are quick releases. Pull them and whatever tip is in will pop right off. Not with any force mind you, but it would make changing them easy. Also say you stabbed something like a werewolf with one, you'd be able to leave the silver tip inside it's body. The tips are made of Silver, for weres as I just said, Wood, that one should be obvious, and Iro for fairies." He gestures to a two of the pins as well as what looks like a small mold. "That one is for salt. Just pack them full, a little water, and let them set." He looks at her with that charming half smile. "I do hope you like them."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow at the mention of money. Honestly she hasn't even been there long enough to expect *any* kind of bonus, so she's rather pleasantly surprised. Her eyes widen all the more at the sight of those sweet tonfas however, a weapon that she's never used before, but given the thousand or so years of slayer memories she possesses, it probably wont take her long to master them.

"Woow...Thomas, that's just.." Okaay, she just HAS to pick it up and test it for herself, because, dammit, this thing is incredibly.."Awesome!" she laughs, leaning over to kiss him - briefly - on the cheek, mostly because she's overwhelmed by this incredibly thoughtful gift. And because it's Thomas (ergo: Totally his fault!).

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..I mean..This is just..So...." she is careful not to press any of the triggers, just feeling the weight in her hands, how very smooth and effortless it is to carry in her hands, how light but strong and sturdy. "Thank you..Err..Sorry about that last bit!" her face reddens for embarrassment, realizing how very inappropriate that might have been, especially as she's his employee now..

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith gives that wicked smirk, Saphire blue eyes twinkling with no small amount of amusement as he says, in a total dead-pan, "Oh, yeah I absolutely hated that." He grins a bit letting her practice with the weapon a little bit there, leaning back some and watching her work flawlessly with the weapons. Then, on a whim, he stands...closes the door to his office... and takes an antique calvery saber off the wal. He double checks that the leather gaurd is still over the blade and properly secured... before taking a few swipes with it. Far to far away from her to come within a yard of contact... but in her direction and with playful challenge in his eyes.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers is careful to step back from the table as she gives the tonfa a few more test swings, twirling in a circle as she tests the triggers then pulling it in. "Wow, this is just so...Did I mention how very awesome it is? I mean..Where the heck did you get something so..So unique and..Cool like this!?" Buffy is excited, very excited. It's not every day that the Slayer gets an exotic, customized, totally cool weapon, a TONFA for crying out loud, for a Christmas present!

"Dammit, I mean, this is just so...Haha...I mean, I've never met fairies before, why would I want to hurt a cute little pixie? I mean that's a cool idea if ever come across an evil fairy. Do they even exist?" okaay, so she's still got images of cute little Tinkerbell from Peter Pan in head, so sue her.

And then he pulls the sabre from the wall and she grins, dropping into a defensive stance. "Hmm, is that a challenge? I meaan, I really don't wanna damage your office, but I'd be seriously honoured to spar with you." oh yes, Buffy has scene him in action before. It's pretty mind blowing, mostly because he looks so..Human and..Pretty..But..Let's not get distracted here..

Thomas Raith has posed:
"My brother's Godmother is a Fairie. and she is one of the most evil, convincing, treacherous, bitches I've ever met. I kinda like her actually." He says amused. "But get on the internet and google Redcaps, one word sometime. I'll make you seriously glad for those iron tips." He then raises his sword to her in a salute and lunges. Just testing her defense as it were, not a serious threat, though it's obvious he's had more then a little practice with the weapon.

Buffy Summers has posed:
"Red caps, huh? I've heard something about them.." but she didn't pay much attention to the Watcher's Handbook. Buffy should really revisit that..wherever it is.."Heh, I mean, I shouldn't be surprised. There are more than one creature that come in pretty packages." she winks as she says that, rather teasingly, before stepping back and to the side in a defensive stance, bringing one tonfa up in her back hand, readying for a strike, while the front arm comes down in a sweeping block as she steps to the side, attempting to strike at him with her back hand in the same swift movement as she turns to face him in a stance mirrored to her original one. "Mmm not bad, they're nice and light, but solid...Soo your Half-Fairy Godmother's a fairie huh. I'd like to meet her one of these days. I mean, don't fairies live in fairy land or something?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith steps back to the edge of the circular carpet which makes a decent sized ring and takes off his jacket and cufflinks before rolling the sleaves of his shirt up past the elbows. "We call it the Never-never. Bit of a crazy place if you ever up there, assume everything wants to eat you." He says this casually and smiles, "That's the point, and you seem to have already tasked the defensive capeabilities. Take the tip off. Lets see if you can tag me in the chest with it." The Incubus is under no dilusions that he could ever /beat/ the Slayer. Certainly not in a fair fight. Actually he avoids fair fights at all costs, too easy to loose. Still he's willing to bet they can push each other enough for a hell of a work out.

Buffy Summers has posed:
"Nevernever huh? Sounds like...Hey, that's like, Neverland from Peter Pan, isn't it?" she laughs, "I guess fairytales must have some truth to them too, huh?" who would have thought? However, it's probably a good idea to take the offensive tips off, wouldn't want to accidently stab him to death. She nods and pulls them off, shrugging out of her jacket as well before sliding back into a defensive stance again.

"Alright then, this shouldn't be too painful then.." of course, Buffy doesn't always fight fair when she's battling *real* demons, or at least the hostile variety. But fighting an ally is a different matter.

"Either way, here we go!" and she rushes at him a bit more agressively this time with a series of rapid jabs aimed at his chest. Of course Buffy is going more for a playful move, trying to size him up and feigning a lot of those jabs as she does so.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith is quite talented as she noted before, as well as fast an elegant. Could he beat her? Again, no chance in hell. But at least for that inital onslaught he parries her attack flawlessly, spinning out of her way and moving in a counter offensive. Keeping his body half turned to her yo protect his vulnerable chest, swiping with a speed that, were he to connect, might leave a nasty welt even with the protective covering on the sword.

Buffy Summers has posed:
"Hmm, you're pretty fast.." she grins, "Not that I'm surprised." But she does manage to dart just out of the way of the sword strike, enough so that she avoids nasty weltage, but not enough to block it, so that she barely gets tagged by the edge of it as she passes to the side. "Although I am pretty curious how one *would* kill a White Court Vamp if I ever came across them? I imagine your sort aren't as vulnerable to the usual vamp stuff like fires and holy relics, huh?"

Even as she speaks so casually, she feints a couple of quick jabs to his face, then drops down in an attempted footsweep. Just how fast is this Whitecourt Vamp? Is he as strong and agile as a classic vamp? This is at least a good learning ground should she encounter more of his kind..

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith says, "Stake through the heart works... though to be fair that /does/ work for most things." He says playfully. "Think of us more like... humans with a bit extra... We are stronger. Faster. Heal faster provided we are able to feed our Hunger for it... but do enough damage and we'll die like anyone else. There was case not so very long ago where a man...he was actually a bruiser for an organized crime family, but that's not important... he came across a Scavies feeding on a young woman. Scavies are White court but feed of fear. Anyway this guy beat the Skavies to death with a bowling ball pin." He speaks casually too, even as he maintains his own defensive posture. Swipeing at her, looking for an opening to strike."

Buffy Summers has posed:
"Oh yeah? That's interesting. You allergic to sunlight too, or no? I mean..I guess stake through the heart is pretty lethal to some, although most classic vamps get harder to stake the older they are. I mean, the Master, he was pretty darn tough. And I met this lady vamp who was like, 600 years old..I imagine she'd be even harder to stake.."

Still, she nods, absorbing all this information, even as she practically dances with him, darting back and bringing up her tonfa to effortlessly block the next move, countering with a powerful front kick aimed at his midsection.

"Still, you seem pretty strong..I'd hate to see you when you're fully fed. I guess that's where your true power lies.." of course, Buffy had caught a glimpse of those silver eyes the last time they patrolled together, but she doubts she saw him at full power even then..

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith says, "Oh I'm very strong. I once twisted a pair of forty pound dumbbells around each other to scare a witness into talking. It worked fairly well." He says with a bit of malicious pleasure at the memory. "And I am perfectly at home in sunlight, in church, in a garlic factory... I'm /not/ a vampire in a traditional sense Buffy." He looks like he is going to make a grab for her leg, but then at the last instant simply dodges. Perhaps sensing a trap. "It's a misnomer that some of my kind exploit. But We are closer to humans with a demon parasite, if that helps you get the right mind set.""

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow, "Really? That's pretty impressive." she does grin however, as she continues to circle him, "I mean, of course you're not all fangy and pasty like the classic vamp. Guess i'm still trying to get a feel of how much different you are from them." of course she's seen him around in the sunlight; Not around garlic or churches yet though, but it does make her chuckle, "Good to know." The whole human with a demon parasite angle causes her to shiver, pausing only briefly as she darts back and attempts to rush at him with her tonfa, attempting to pin him against a nearby wall this time. "Hmm, you're pretty skilled though.." she's still not sure if she could beat him in a fight, although so far his strength seems more or less on par with say, Spike or Angel perhaps..

"Demon parasite, huh? Kinda like, The Host, but with demons instead of aliens?" she grins. Creepy analogy but..

Thomas Raith has posed:
"It's dormant till we are about 18... Then we feed for the first time. And from there it's a struggle... at least for those of us who don't give ourselves over to it fully. The strength but at a price as it were..." When she charges he does something rather unexpected, or at least he hopes so. He feigns a swipe towards her head to raise her guard then drops to a single knee and extends the sword in a low lunge that, if it were to connect, would hit her in the belly under the ribs. Of course if it doesn't work, she'll bowl him over and likely be on top of him... And won't that just be terrible."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers nods, having recalled him mentioning something to that effect before. "Right.." And what a price it is..As he feigns the swipe however, Buffy brings up her tonfa to block, but that leaves her open down below..Of course, she's quick, a lot quicker than any normal human has a right to be, and as she attempts to leap over the sword..Unfortunately that means she'll certainly end up bowling over him, landing on top of him as she attempts to pin him to the ground. "Tag, you're it." she smiles. Of course, this might just be a compromising position..

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a little bit and looks at her with amusement in his eyes. "Am I now?" and...well he cheats. He leans up and kisses her. Not the innocent little peck she offered him earlier, but a full, slow burning, deeply intense kiss. And it's good. Really good. The kind of good you put five or six extra O's in when discribing it... And were she to think about it, she'd know he's only using a /whisper/ of his potential power in it.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers grins, "Yea...Err...!" And then suddenly he has her down in a rather..Compromising position..Which is kinda frustrating at first. Except it feels really good, and HE feels really good. Which is frustrating for various reasons..Except that Buffy lets herself relax just a little, enjoying this just a little, hanging on just a little longer than she really should - before pulling away, drawing in a deep breath.

"Seriously. You know this is all your fault, right?" still she cant help but smirk a little, her face all flushed as she quickly pulls away, because he's too damn addictive..In many ways. "Umm maybe that's enough of a practice for today..."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith's eyes have turned a fews shades lighter, moving from deep blue towards silver. His breathing a little harder and his grin positively wicked. "Yes enough practice..." He whispers and then tries to roll.. His movements fast, and strong, suddon but not painful as he attempts to put himself above her. "That is more then enough playtime." he adds... and leans down to kiss her.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks slowly, letting go of her Tonfa, relaxing enough to let him succeed in reversing the pin..She did notice the way his eyes changed color, and if she were a normal girl she would probably be scared..Instead she finds it fascinating, reaching up to touch his face. "You are positively wicked..." but she grins, good thing she's in a good mood..And if it weren't for the fact that she has convinced herself that this is at least 90 percent to do with his needing her energy rather than something more, She'd probably punch him halfway across the room. Instead, she smiles softly, pressing her lips against his, trying not to enjoy this as much as she could. "Consider this my Christmas gift to you.." she murmurs, "But don't make a habit of it.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, "And here I thought it was just the bow tie was it." He says in a playful voice, lips caressing agienst hers with every word, as if simply speaking to her were small electric little kisses. Fingers tracing along her neck, caressing them...tasting the energy that comes from her. Shivering slightly at the sheer potency of it.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers closes her eyes again, losing herself in his touch, shivering a little. "Well, after that awesome gift you gave me, how can I possibly thank you properly? I know you need energy and it'd make me feel better knowing you're feeding on someone who can at least heal from it, unlike most of your other..Targets." it's an awkward word and she doesn't like to think of herself as his victim either, but at least she can prevent other people from getting hurt.

Thomas Raith has posed:
He chuckles slightly and makes a mental not to explain the side effects of normal feeding on "Muggles" at some point with Buffy. Still the difference is night and day. Like tasting a cabernet Sauvigon after being forced to only drink table wine for ages. His lips leave her's and slip down over her chin...over her throat... lips sliding lower as the man somehow unbuttoned the dress shirt she'd been wearing as part of her "uniform".

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers has always wondered how 'Muggles' feel when they get hurt. They always seemed so...So fragile, and yet she was like that once, so long ago. "I guess I can understand why people would do this, I feel soo....." soo relaxed, so...She closes her eyes and shivers some more, feeling utterly drunk and a little dizzy as his lips trail down her neck, opening up her shirt...She should really stop him, but she feels so relaxed, so tired. So trippy..It's like she's having a good dream and doesn't want to wake up just yet.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith mmms softly, kissing down her collar bone. His hands slide slowly up her sides... drinking in her lust and pleasure. His eyes now gone fully silver as he feeds.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers'eyes widen, her pulse beating rapidly now, her palms sweaty, arching her back to meet his kisses on her bare, shivering throat. Damn, what is happening to her..."Mmm..Thomas..." she murmurs, reaching up to stroke his beautiful hair in spite of herself. She thought she was stronger than this, but she's already losing herself. This feels good.Too good. She can't even think clearly anymore..Except when Brian flashes in her mind and her eyes fly open, noticing the silver in his eyes. "We...Need to stop.." her hands grip his shoulders, weakly at first, but more strongly as Brian's image burns more strongly in her mind, trying to push him gently but firmly away. "Enough!"

Thomas Raith has posed:
It's like getting hit with a bucket of cold water. He gasps and he shivers... she can see the war going on behind his eyes for a moment, almost see the war between man and demon as the two struggle agienst each other. For just a momment Buffy would feel her lust and desire overwhelm her. All other thoughts evicted from her mind but the want to feel his flesh agienst her. to surender and give Thomas everything he can take... and then as quickly as it comes on it's gone as well. Thomas is getting off of her, walking over to his bar and pouring a /very/ large scotch.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers cries out at the conflicting feeling in her body and her mind, desiring him more than she should as she pulls him in close one last time for a hungry, lustful kiss. And then the connection is broken and she is shocked back to reality, coughing and sputtering as she crawls shakily to her feet. Her hands are still shaking a little as she watches him but makes no attempt to close the gap between them. Right now her mind is a mess, feeling lust and desire for him, mixed with anger and frustration at herself..And a little shame. For now, Buffy focuses on taking a couple of slow breaths...

Thomas Raith has posed:
Inhale...Exhale... Inhale...Exhale... The Hunger does not like to be deprived, or to have it's meal snatched away from it at the last second. He sips his scotch slowly, then puts together another drink and without looking at Buffy sets it on the table in the conversation area for her to take. "Don't drink it too fast... the Alcohol will help settle your nerves but you don't want to let it lower your inhibitions.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers climbs to her feet, adjusting her tie and pulling the blazer over it even though she already feels a bit warm. Honestly, the more coverage she has, the better. Glancing at the glass of wine, she's not so sure this is a good idea, given how easily drunk she gets. Still, she nods wordlessly, taking a couple of sips of wine, which does help to calm her racing mind. Several awkward minutes of silence pass before she speaks. "I'm sorry...Are you..Okay?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
After a few minutes the Incubus feels in control of himself enough to turn around and not look at her. "I'm a preditor Buffy. I just had a very, very nice meal get away from me. I'm frustrated and hungry.. but I'll be alright." It's worth noting his eyes are still more Silver then blue. The war with his hunger is not over. Still he says "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let myself get carried away like that."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers frowns, avoiding his gaze as well. "It's..I'm okay, But I'm more worried about you. I thought I could help but, it seems I only caused more problems. I guess...It's a lot harder than I thought.." she sighs, takes another long drink. She can't stop thinking about him, about his touch, his kiss..."Ugh..." Buffy clenches and unclenches her hands. She can't just leave him like this. "Do you...Want me to leave..?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith's smile is...well it's preditory to be perfectlly honest. "Honestly? That is pretty much the last thing I want." He says, words dripping with promise that make every spot his lips or hands touched tingle. He takes another slow sip of his scotch, letting the alcohol burn it's way down... trying to focus on that fire rather then the other one burning inside of him. "Empty Night Buffy, do not let any other one of my kind know about you. It was like trying to drink the ocean... like I could have fed and fed...and there would always be more.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers bites her lip. She knows that look, it's similar to the look of a vamp trying to bite her neck. "At least tell me it wasn't all in vain...? I mean, honestly..." she shifts uncomfortably in her seat. "If I weren't already in a relationship...I would have given you as much as you wanted...Maybe.." she coughs, face reddening as she sips more wine.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins slightly and considers. "Imagine having a nice dinner.." He says considering as he tries to pull his thoughts together. "All of your favorites... but the waitress takes your plate before you finish it. You ate enough. You're not even really hungry any more... but you...deffinately...were...not...done..." he says the last few words with a slow sort of sensuality.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow. "Oh, so I'm just a walking talking incomplete happy meal huh.." she smirks a bit at the analogy, but it is a little disturbing. Buffy does her best to shrug it off. It's not like he can help it, not entirely. "Well, I'm glad I could help, just a little..Would it help if we hunted some vamps?" Although to be honest, she'd rather just sit here and relax, and enjoy the company of an interesting albeit dangerously sexy friend..

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith chuckles and shakes his head, taking a seat across from her. "That would tap into the reserves that we were just...filling." he says casually, making sure to sit opposete from the girl. Lead my not into temptaion and all that. "No you are definately a full happy meal... but I wasn't allowed to have the toy because I didn't get to finish my nuggets." He says in a playful tone, shaking his head. "Though like I said... it was amazing... like I couldn't even feel an edge your limits."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers laughs rather nervously, "There you go, talking about me like a...A toy again. Is that really all I am to you?" she has no right to even ask it, but somehow she just blurted it out. Blame the alcohol, or the adrenaline rush he just gave her. She still can't look him in the eyes. "Still didn't get to see the bow tie on you." Okay, please just shut me up..Buffy thinks loudly to herself, laughing nervously again, taking another sip of wine. She is so messed up right now, but still somehow enjoying this night..

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles a bit chuckleing. "No Buffy, I was just trying to make a playful analogy. You are a valued employee, a good friend, and one of the handful of people I would call if I needed someone to have my back in any fight. You also are a, potential, source of some of the strongest energy that I have ever experienced. Also you are sexy as hell, and frankly someone I think I would desire even without potentially being a near limitless suply of what I need to stay in top form."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers takes another looooong sip of wine, totally emptying her glass before pouring herself another. "Sounds like a recipe for disaster. I mean, I value your friendship, and this bouncer gig is pretty sweet...I just hope things don't get...Too weird..Between us.." she smiles, "But Thanks for not just seeing me as nothing more than a...a toy."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith headshakes, smiling. "I'm the master of keeping this sort of thing seperate as it were." he says with a smile. "If we'd gone all the way, or stop where we did... or if you'd have kneed me in the groin when I kissed you in the first place, it would not change our professional relationship one iota." He leans back in his chair and smiles at her wickedly.. "You are a very honorable person Buffy, I respect that. Doesn't mean I wont try again though. I respect you too much to not be honest with you about that.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers frowns, folding her arms. "Mixing business with pleasure is never a good idea. Neither is letting your feelings control you. But, I've said it before and I meant it. If you ever need energy, I'm here for you in whatever way you need me. I mean..As your friend. Doesn't mean I'll let you go all the way though, and I'm sorry for that, but you're right. I won't betray Brian.." her voice does waver a bit though. Did she already go too far this night? She does her best to push the thought to the back of her head.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs a little bit, nodding slightly and sips his drink slowly.. then he says in a calm voice, "You should realize something.. and I don't want to be cruel, but I feel as a friend I should tell you. You are not marked by True Love... If you were that I wouldn't have been able to feed on you at all." He sips his scotch and shrugs. "It's not my place to say anything, but I felt I should tell you... And also tell you that if he ever singles you up, you won't have far to go."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow, "Wait, what do you mean, that me and Brian aren't....?" she shakes her head, it's true she's never been able to tell Brian that she truly loved him, and even with her history with a Angel, whom she loved..,Well that ended in disaster. "How do you know? Maybe we are destined for each other, maybe I just need more time." she folds her arms, of all the...Oh wait. "So What, if what he and I have is true love, you wouldn't be able to touch me?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith head shakes. "If you did, when I kissed you, it would be like if you were wearing battery accid lipstick." He says calmly. "It's our weakness. Our Kryptonite or Garlic, or Holy water. Mind you it has to be True Love, and True Love can grow. Of course it's pretty rare. I'm talking Westley and Buttercup, none of that Romeo and Juliet bullshit."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers sighs, taking another long drink. "Geez...Is it really that rare? I mean, what would you even know about true love, given what you are? I mean, no offence but..." she shrugs and sighs, trying to slow down her racing thoughts which just gives her a headache with all the drinking and arousal.