It was cold out, and Maggie drew her sweater closer around her, arms folded to keep some heat in. She knew Delos would be returning from a mission soon - He'd left three nights ago with Quinn and Morgead, and Thierry refused to let her know exactly where. She knew it was for the best, but she hated not knowing where he was. This was the longest they'd gone apart since they met. A tiny part of her brain wondered if Delos felt the same way she did about this - anxious, from being away from their soulmate, and lonely, from being away from each other. The dominating part of her brain squashed those lonely thoughts, because if she dwelt on them, she'd be hiding out in her room stressing out until he got back.

They had come so far since his initial denial in everything she and the soulmate principle was to him. Yeah, that had hurt. But he had come to accept her, even enjoy her company. Despite her human qualities.

She sighed.

That pesky human factor was a problem. Most of the other vamps in Circle Daybreak were learning to live off donated blood, but Delos was stubborn. She assumed it was due to the fact he'd been in charge for so long, used to doing mainly what he pleased. But his refusal to drink donated blood made a strain on their bond. He went hungry for days, trying to avoid feeding off another human. And when he gave in, it was usually a girl.

A pretty, tall, slim girl who Maggie generally detested immediately.

She tried to stay out of his head during the feedings, but his happiness and hunger always worked its way into her mind. It made her crave the taste of her blood with him. She wanted to sink her blunt teeth into the neck of some poor, unsuspecting-

Maggie, she chided herself. She knew she was breathing slightly heavier, and her cheeks felt warm from the flush that worked its way into them. This happened every time she thought of his feeding moments - how she feared and craved them. If she didn't still enjoy real food so much, she'd be worried that he turned her in her sleep or something. This craving for blood can not be normal.

Snap.

Maggie jumped. She looked all around her, trying to determine what direction the noise came from. She had been distracted by her thoughts, but as soon as she was aware of her surroundings, she realized that the bond was humming in her mind. Smiling, she held out her arms, "Delos! I know your there." A laugh came from her left, and she found herself swept up into strong arms, pulled into a sweet kiss. She was grinning as he pulled away, and she said, "I'm glad your back." He smiled down at her, their minds connecting like they hadn't just gone three days without one another.

"You missed a spot," Maggie said suddenly, in a slightly defeated voice. Delos frowned, but looked down at his collar. There was a drip of blood red splashed onto it, a sharp contrast to the expensive white material.

"We had to feed, Mag," Delos explained, sitting on the bench with her, "Or we'd still be hours from here." She knew he couldn't help it, but a flash of images passed through their bond.

A long, mocha-coloured neck bared to the side.

The first piercing bite of his fangs into her soft flesh.

The rush of hot blood pouring into his mouth.

Maggie pushed away, rubbing her forehead. Delos waited silently, patiently for an explanation.

"Do you have to pick beautiful girls?" Maggie burst, turning back to face Delos. He raised his eyebrows, and smiled, "Well, I can't drink from you."

"Why not?"

Delos stopped, contemplating her. Finally, he said, "It wouldn't feel right using the girl I love as nothing better then sustenance."

"And if I asked you to?" Delos shook his head, confirming Maggies suspicions. Staring straight into his eyes, she softly said, "Then let me try."

"W-What?" Delos asked, clearly shocked. Maggie shifted closer, more confident as she repeated, "Let me try. I want to taste you, Delos."

"Your a human," Delos reasoned, "You don't need it like I do." Maggie shrugged, softly replying, "I live through the rush, the power, every time you bite a girl. I obsess over it, Delos. Let me try it." Through the bond, Maggie could detect a mental battle taking place in Delos's mind. She respectfully stayed out of it, until he sighed, "If you must do this. Just don't regret it." Her eyes were trained on his fingers as he undid his collar, shifting the material aside to bare his milky neck. She leaned in, her breath brushing the beat of his main artery as she replied, "I won't."

She felt him shiver as her lips brushed next, and she hesitated only a moment, then bit down hard on his neck. He let out a low groan as her blunt teeth pierced his skin, and she shifted into his lap, taking a tentative draw on his neck. He rolled his hips, rubbing his pelvis against hers. Encouraged, she sucked harder, the rush of hot, coppery liquid hitting her tongue and making her crave more. She ground her hips down into his, moaning at the two different but entirely sexual sensations.

"Maggie.." Delos sighed, leaning his head back completely as she took more blood. Their hips were working feverishly now, seeking any kind of release. Distantly, she heard Delos's voice in her mind wondering, 'Why have we never done this before?' As she drew harder then she ever had before, her mouth overflowed with blood as his hips ground up, and he released with a brazen moan. She licked his neck eagerly, rubbing her head against his cheek, wondering the same thing. All she knew, is that her obsession was far from over.