I have decided the best place to write is in coffee shops ala '90s era Portland. I'm sorry for taking so long to update. A lot happened since I last updated that knocked the wind out of me. I lost my creative spark because I was miserable. To try to get out of my creative funk, I started reading a lot of fanfic instead of writing it to try to get me back to go again. Thank you so so much to Emeline Rousselot. You got me back into writing by being an amazing writer. Guys, if you are looking for awesome Morganville Vampires fics, look no further than Emeline's fics. I will hopefully be writing more from here on. Please read and review. I'd love to hear what you guys think and if you have any ideas for this fic I would love to hear them. Also, GwennyDee, if you are still reading, I want to give you a quick shoutout too. Your reviews have always encouraged me to write more, so lots of love to you halfway across the world.
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-M
He sat up suddenly and scooped me up, carrying me to the bed.
"Adrian… No funny business."
"Trust me, Sage. I know. What about some slightly humorous under-the-table work?" he asked with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes and huffed, exasperated. "I've had a rather long day, Adrian. I love you dearly but I'm going to fall over dead if I don't get sleep soon."
He laid me down on the bed and curled around me, kissing my neck. "I can't have you falling out on me like that. I'd like you to stick around." He then started to bite my neck, making me squeal.
"Adrian, I know you like to read trashy vampire novels but that doesn't make you one." I joked.
"I dunno, Sage. With all this sex appeal, I'd make a great vampire. Just one look from this brooding, handsome sex-on-legs and girls would be dying for me to bite them."
"One, they do that now, and two they'd probably literally be dying."
"Oh, come on, Sage. Just because these good looks convince you to go along with my stupid plans doesn't mean it will convince others.
"And what stupid plans are you referring to?"
"Oh, I've had several through the years and you know it. Remember when you got upset over the class guinea pig being man handled in seventh grade so I created an elaborate plan to sneak him into my book bag to take him home and give him a chance at a better life?"
I started cackling. "I remember that. You gave one of the kids in class five dollars to drink milk even though they were severely lactose intolerant. They ended up projectile vomiting all over the front of the classroom and in the mayhem, you grabbed the guinea pig out of her cage and snuck her into your bag without anyone noticing."
He nodded, recalling his great victory. "And you know what, Sage? No one noticed until my mom called the school to return poor little Daisy the guinea pig. So in trying to win your affection and free the constantly poked class pet, all I got in the end was a two-day suspension and a bag full of nervous guinea pig shit."
I rolled over to face him, then kissed him. "Sometimes chivalry falls on its sword, love. But don't worry. You're still my hero even if Daisy the guinea pig didn't make the quick escape you planned." I was quiet for a moment then spoke again. "You have a knack for that, you know."
He pulled back slightly, with a questioning look on his face. "A knack for what?"
"For taking things home with you in order to save them from the shitty lives they have."
He just hugged me. I don't think he knew what to say. We laid there for several minutes and I was almost asleep when he said, "Hey, Sage?"
I murmured sleepily, "Yeah?"
"You're a hell of a lot cuter than a guinea pig."
I smiled and fell asleep.