This one-shot was originally supposed to be a lemon for my story, I Want You, but it turned out to be all romantic and stuff (well, after the whole "I wanna eat you" part), I couldn't change it into a crabby sex scene. So . . . R&R!


Sarah is tired. Her neck aches and she's hungry. For blood, of course.

Ethan is massaging her neck, much like he did before the night before Jesse bit him. This time, though, he didn't get a vision. Well, he did, just a more kinky one.

"Thanks for doing this, Ethan," Sarah says, sighing. "I just haven't had real blood in, like, a month."

"No problem," Ethan says. "And, well, you can have my blood, some of it."

Sarah turns to Ethan. "I can't let you do that. I've taken too much from you already."

"It's no big deal, Sarah," Ethan pulls his metal nail file out a makes a small cut on the inside of his wrist. It's not deep enough that it's life-threatening, but it is deep enough for blood to seep out of the wound.

"Really, I can't … " Sarah closes her eyes, inhaling the scent. " … I … "

Ethan pulls Sarah into his lap, his chin resting on her shoulder. He raises his arm so his wrist is level with Sarah's now fanged mouth.

This causes Sarah to whimper. " … Ethan, I … "

"Sarah, shh … " Ethan presses his wrist against her mouth. She opens it slightly, and her warm breath flies out across his wrist. Her fangs latch onto the skin and she starts to suck.

Ethan moans softly as Sarah continues to suck from the wound. It feels weird, yet Ethan's gotten used to it the past few months they've been dating. Usually sex came along with it, but this time, Ethan and his hormones will make an exception … for Sarah.

A few moments pass and Ethan pulls away. Well, tries to. Sarah grabs hold of his arm and growls when he tries.

"Sarah … " Ethan tries once again to pull away, failing for a second time.

Then he finds himself on the floor, Sarah above him on her hands and knees. She flashes her fangs and says in her demonic voice, "I wasn't done yet."

"Shit!"

Ethan turns and tries to crawl away, only to find himself dangling upside down, Sarah holding him up by one of his legs. Then he's flung to the other side of the room, crashing to the floor.

He's dizzy, vaguely aware that Sarah's there in a flash. He doesn't know whether to be terrified or happy.

"Shit! Ethan, I'm so sorry!"

Those words flash Ethan back to reality, and he shakes his head of the dizziness. "Sarah?"

"I'm so sorry, Ethan, I … "

"Sarah, I'm fine," he promises her.

"Ethan, I could've killed you, I — "

She's silenced with a kiss. And not a simple peck, either, but a kiss that makes her feel like there's electricity between them, a kiss that leaves her breathless. Ethan pulls back and whispers ever so softly, "I still don't regret it."