13518/Buffy Nightingale

Buffy Nightingale
Date of Scene:	17 June 2021
Location:	Apartment, the Blue Lady
Synopsis:	Buffy and Thomas are domestic.
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Raith, Buffy Summers

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Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith was shot. It wasn't the first time it had happened, and it literally was just a flesh wound. Still the process was... unpleasant and would require substantial feeding to recover from. As it was his arm was currently wrapped in a bandage and in a sling. Not the greatest thing for his Man-In-White persona... So he was taking a few days off as well... and right now trying to operate his coffee pot with the wrong hand. "Empty night I swear I'm going to throw this thing out the window." he grouses.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers is always happy to take care of her lover in situations like these. She knew he healed faster than a normal human, but she still worried a bit, even if she tried not to fuss too much. If he's anything like herself when she's wounded, he probably won't appreciate being babied. It doesn't mean she can't give him a little extra attention though.

"Here, let me get that for you." she grabs the coffee pot, pouring him a cup of coffee. "It's only been a few days, no need to push it." she was glad that he was at least taking a few days off.

"Still can't believe he shot you.." she mutters.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs slightly, looking a little mollified as she pours his coffee for him. He adds cream and a completely ridicules amount of sugar to it and sighs, sitting on the table a few inches from the burnt "handprint" in it's surface. "I just hate being laid up." He says frustrated, running the fingers of his good hand through his hair. "I normally would be healed by now." He adds, then clamps his mouth shut hard.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers frowns, restinga hand over his, "Just say the word and I'll do it. I don't mind..Really.." she sighs, "With the war on the horizon, we can't afford to wait. I need you, especially with Deadpool out there, possibly gone AWOL now, I dunno.." she frowns, clearly troubled.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith chuckles a little bit, "And for that very reason you don't risk sidelining your MVP to get a pinch hitter off the bench a little faster. I think. I don't really know Sports ball that much so I should stop trying to use it for metaphor's." He chuckles a little as he sips his coffee. "It's one of the consequences of being hopelessly in love with you."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers frowns, shaking her head. "You're my MVP, and I don't care of the risks. We need you..I need you. And I hate seeing you hurt like this." she sighs, "Before we left that dream world, I..Saw terrible things. What might be..This world torn apart by vampire lords, and a shadowy figure even more powerful who wants to open another hell dimension..This time, I won't sacrifice people I love to save the world. Or let someone like Deadpool knock em off when they're at their weakest, So let me help you."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith sighs a little bit, looking down at his sling. Where the bullet would is already is showing a bright pink stain where he has bled through the bandages. Again. He sighs softly, "I don't want to feed that deeply from you Buffy. It's dangerous, even for you. I promised Giles that this.." He touches the silver streak in her hair, "Was a one off thing. So That means recovering a bit slower then is possible, that is what I'll do." He smirks a bit and adds in a completely teasing voice, "Unless you wanna feed me a bachlorette party or something."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers swallows a bit, touching the white streak in her hair, frowning and nodding a bit. "Soo, Giles put you up to this, and I thought I had unlimited energy or something." she chuckles a bit, shaking her head, "Soo just take a little, just enough to heal a bit faster? Either that or you'll have to hole up here for another week, and I know that'd drive you nuts." she smirks at the bachelorette party quip. "You serious?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a little bit and says "It's not just Giles, and you do have more energy then I could ever drain completely, that's true... But I could possibly drain enough to slow you down. Make you miss a step at a crucial moment. I won't risk that." Still when she laughs at his joke he shrugs a little and chuckles. "One Gallon from you, eight pints from a bachlorette party. Works out to be about the same." He says and sticks out his tounge. "And it won't be a weak, I don't think... One heavier then normal feeding a night, maybe five days total." He says, reaching for his coffee with his bad arm and wincing. "Maybe six.."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers hmms, "Drawing little bits from lots of people..I shouldn't be bothered but.." she sighs, "Okay, we'll do things however you want, just..I just don't like the idea of Deadpool running around out there, knowing he could target you or me, knowing that we know he betrayed us, knowing he could try and silence us..Dammit, why's he doing this? I trusted him..."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith sighs a little bit, "Well for starters, he's nuttier then a fruitcake." He says with a slight smile. "You really are too trusting lover. It was bound to come back to bite you eventually." He softend his words though by bringing her down for a gentle kiss. "And I really do get it. Hell I kind of like it as weird as it sounds. I never thought a normal monogamous relationship would even be possible for me."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers hmms and nods slowly, "It was Willow's idea to help him, and I knew the risks. He as good as told me he might betray us. That he *would* betray us. Guess I just thought he deserved a chance." she sighs, "This is my fault, isn't it..That's why I have to set things right..,Somehow. I dunno.."

As she tries to figure that out, Buffy Relaxes as he kisses her, pulling him close, although gently with that wounded arm. "Hmm, I really domesticated you, didn't I.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith chuckles a little bit, "I prefer tamed to domesticated." He says with a smirk. "You might keep a monster on a leash, as long as you keep it well fed... but let it's food bowl go empty." He nibbles her neck playfully, "And the big bad wolf will eat you all up."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smirks, wrapping her arms gently around his neck, nuzzling her nose against his cheek, "I guess it doesn't matter what I say, you'll always consider yourself a monster. But it's okay I guess, I'll just have to prove it, one way or the other." she smirks, "I doubt you would ever willingly hurt me, anyway."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, "Well maybe a little spanking here or there." He he says wickedly. He kisses her softly, adding bit of Hunger to it and saying "I am a monster, I just happen to be your monster." He says softly. "And I love you."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blushes and chuckles a bit at that. "Ooh, you're a bad boy aren't you.." she sighs softly though, pressing an eager kiss against his lips, shivering at his touch.."My very own monster, hmm? Good thing I keep you on a leash." she grins, tugging him towards the sofa, "No matter how many times you say that, it never gets old."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins and like a good monster on a leash follows her lead to the sofa, sprawling out on it, though the massive bit of furniture can easily accommodate them both laying on it if they wished. Hell his sofa is bigger then Harry's bed. "Well I'll have to keep trying I guess." He says playfully.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers is careful not to move his injured arm too much, although she does gently stroke the bandage wrapping it. "Does it hurt much? I mean, I don't want to compromise you further.." even as she speaks, she says down next to him, snuggling up to him. It's the middle of the day still and she's not super sleepy yet, but this is nice, With the AC and all. "Sooo..What do you think we should do, about him?" she ponders, always worrying, always planning, even as she playfully unbuttons his shirt, her fingers deftly tickling his bare skin.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins slightly, and says "I don't know, might be worth it." He says with a grin, but he is still extra careful with the arm as he removes the sling and lets her unbutton his shirt. "I mean we could feed him into a wood chipper... probably wouldn't work forever, but it might be fun in the interim."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smirks, shaking her head, "Silly, I'm being serious. I mean..What if he was just playing along? But I dunno, he seemed desperate enough to want to die. I just.." she sighs, "He has his problems, but he's been a big help so far..Should we write him off so soon?"

Even as she talks, Buffy wraps a leg around his, pressing little kisses along his neck. "Of course, it's a little distracting trying to think clearly with you here.."