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He smiled and stood, offering her his hand. "Milady," he grinned.

She looked at him curiously as she took his hand. No one really said Milady anymore....she shrugged it of a few seconds later not thinking much of it.

He walked with her to the dance floor, smiling as a slow song came on. He spun her around and took her in his arms as he began to dance with her.

At first there was the somewhat innocent arms length between them but soon that arms length vanished as the alcohol in her system started to kick in. She wrapped her arms around him, burring her head in his neck, rather comfortable.

He chuckled and held her, still dancing. She smelled wonderful, like rainfall and honeysuckle underneath the alcohol. He forced his fangs to stay receded, though being as old as he was, it wasn't a big challenge.

She looked up at him and smiled a little, she seriously wanted to kiss him. If he reacted horribly to it she could always blame it on the alcohol. The drink was a lot stronger than she expected.

He smiled down at her and bent down, slowly and deliberately to warn her, and gently pressed is lips to hers.

She kissed him back bringing up a hand to run it through his hair.

He smiled and brought her body closer to his as he kissed her, one hand on her hip, the other on the small of her back.

She kissed him until someone shouted "GET OFF THE DANCE FLOOR AND GET A ROOM!" She frowned and parted just a little embarrassed.

He chuckled. "Do you want anymore to drink," he asked, ignoring the stupid humans as his lips dragged across hers as he spoke.

"Yes, of course." she grinned and untangled her hand from his hair resting it on his shoulder before letting it drop to her side.

He smiled and wrapped his arm around her waist, keeping her close as they pushed through the crowd of people. "Order whatever you want," he smiled at her, lifting her up and setting her on the bar stool.

She giggled eminencly "What strength you have!" she turned to the bartender and ordered another drink of what she had earlier. If one drink had letten her loose up enough to get enough confidence to do what she had so far, who knows what another drink would do?

He chuckled and sipped on a beer he'd ordered. As she finished her drink, he kissed her cheek and her neck. "Shall we go back to dancing, or should we find our own dance floor," he chuckled in her ear.

"I actually like the sound of our own dance floor, much better." she said giggling again a little, then kissed him once more "No STD's I should know about right?" she asked laughing, "Thats one thing I always gotta ask! You should ask to, one day my friend met someone...the results weren't...pretty." she said laughing more at the last part. One clear sign she was drunk, she'd laugh at anything.

"I'm clean, I promise," he kissed her. "And I can't get you pregnant," he lifted her up in his arms. "Your place?"

"Wow, you are so strong!" Bethany laughed, "You do this for every girl you meat in the bar? Mmhm, I don't think I should be driving, yours instead?"

He chuckled, walking outside with her, acting like he was distracted by kissing her neck. He couldn't take her back to the compound - if she was captured later, she'd be interrogated. But he did own a condo... "Sure, babe," he smiled against her neck and carried her to his car. A nice, expensive, fancy car.

She managed to buckle her seat belt and stretched before getting comfy in the seat, "My what a nice car you have! Mine's a piece of shit." she said giggling a little under her breath rolling the window down.

He chuckled. "We'll get your car later, babe," he promised and drove to his condo. He parked and carried her up to his room, not bothering with the lights. He laid her down on his bed, kissing her hungrily.

His kissing was met with a small moan as she ran her hands down his chest before lifting his shirt off of him.

He chuckled. "Just wanna get right to it, eh," he murmured, pulling her shirt off as well. His hips moved against hers as he did so.

She arched her back a little as he did and ran her hands through his hair kissing him roughly.

He growled, though to her human ears, it sounded like a groan, and kissed her back, then kissed her neck; his fangs were elongating. He bit into her neck, which would.... satisfy her, in itself, and drank hungrily. God, she tasted even better than she smelled. Sweet and earthy.