A/N: Hi! I thought I wasn't going to do another chapter for this, but I did and that makes me so happy and I'm just, I'm tired. I've been up too long. Goodnight and enjoy!

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Samantha removed her mask once she had exited a coffee shop with her steaming drink in hand. "Finally, fresh air again."

She moved quickly away from the busy entrance and moved over to a table that she wasn't exactly sure if people were still allowed sitting at. David was there though. He gave no fucks. So why should she?

David sniffed. "You didn't get me one."

"You didn't ask."

"I thought I didn't have to on a coffee date."

Samantha took a sip of coffee and smiled. "You don't even like coffee."

"There's your answer," David said, smirking. "I'll get something tastier than coffee later anyway." He looked away as a car horn went off. "Someone's horny."

"God I hope not," Samantha muttered, setting her mask down next to her coffee. "The last thing we need is more pandemic babies. The world is shit enough right now." She smiled. "At least we voted out some bad people."

David snorted. "Fucking Orange."

"David!"

"What? That's what you said last time you posted anything political," David pointed out, stabbing a finger at her.

Samantha sipped her drink. "I have no clue what you're talking about. I really don't post anything political. That would be…bold of me."

She caught David's eye and laughed. David smirked and lowered his hand to rest on the table. Samantha fixed her jacket sleeve with her teeth and breathed out slowly. Her eyes looked at the world around her.

"It's so empty and strange still," she commented, watching a stray cat across the street. "Everything being shut down and everyone being afraid of catching this shitty virus. I remember when places were open till late at night and people came out in flocks."

"I remember going through a different pandemic before you were born," David said softly. "And one before that."

Her eyes turned back to him and he was watching her. He was always watching her. Even when he wasn't directly looking at her. Samantha flicked her mask.

"It doesn't make it any easier. You lose a food supply and I lose any chance of getting outside. David, this pandemic isn't helping my battle with depression. I'm not giving up, but I'm getting frustrated." Her eyes turned down to the table. "I quit my job."

"Good. You hated that fucking hellhole," David reminded her.

"Yeah, but it paid the bills and no other job seems to want to hire me. I need to find a job fast or go back."

"No," David said firmly, a little snarl in his voice. "You're not going back to the shithole. You were miserable in it for four years and you got out. Stay out of that place."

The Goth sighed. "You're right; another job will come."

David's hand was at his pocket. "You need cash now?"

"No, no." Samantha shook her head. "I'm good on funds for the time being. But I've got to stop spending on reckless things." She tapped her coffee cup. "This is probably my last fancy coffee from a coffee shop until I get a job. I have a coffee maker at home – technically I didn't need this."

"But you wanted it, Samantha," and you should get what you want in life." His ice blue eyes blazed. "Everything you want."

Samantha looked down again. "Well, sometimes I'm not completely sure what I want. Or how to get it."

David's fingers drummed the table. "Do you want me?"

A soft smile touched her lips though she didn't meet his gaze. "Always."

"Do you want the Boys?"

"Yes."

"There you go then."

"David, I've got to want more than just you and the Boys. You lot want more than me."

"Says who?" David asked, narrowing his eyes.

Samantha rolled her eyes and watched the steam come off her coffee. "I want you to want more than just me. And I want to work on getting better during this pandemic. I can work on coping mechanisms for when things get out of whack and make something out of them. Because you know painting, writing, and crafting are somewhat easy for me and those can make some money in the long run if I market right."

"Yeah," David said, pulling a cigarette from behind his ear and sticking it between his lips. "Still painting Pokemon?"

"Always," Samantha said with a frown. "David, you know how I feel about smoking."

David smirked as he lit his cigarette. "Don't do it then."

Samantha rolled her eyes and took a big sip of coffee. Maybe if she burned her throat a little on the way down, she wouldn't shout at David for being an insensitive jerk about smoking and its cancerous side effects. He'd live. She didn't want to see if she could.

"How is therapy going?" David asked, removing his cigarette from his lips only to breathe out a plume of smoke. "Will they have you fixed up before Christmas?"

"It's going…I'm not sure I'll be anywhere near one hundred percent by Christmas." Samantha looked at him with sad eyes. "I still have to find a job in order to maintain my apartment. I have to redo my student loans repayment package for the New Year. I have to deal with my parents during the holidays and I don't know if I can get by that shit easily."

"They mess with you, they're going to get destroyed," David warned, eyes blazing. "I'll make what roadkill looks like look innocent."

Samantha made a face and put a hand on his arm. "David, hush. You and the Boys won't touch my parents. I have sisters they're taking care of."

"So I'll off your sisters too, no questions asked."

"David, no. You aren't killing my family."

"Except for her," David said with a knowing smirk.

"Yes, except for her. Her, you can do anything you want with." Samantha smashed her fist into the table. "Beat her. Throw her. Bloody her up a bit." She patted his cheek, feeling stubble. "Just don't be too messy."

Samantha climbed to her feet and started walking away. David was suddenly in front of her.

"And where do you think you're going?" he demanded. "Coffee date ain't fucking over."

"I'm going this way," Samantha said innocently, pointing down the sidewalk. "Just walking."

"You go off on how I can bloody your older sister up and then you walk away?" David asked, staring at her. "The fuck is going on in your head right now, love?"

Wind blew around them, stirring Samantha's hair into her face. "Moving away from the bad thoughts." She looked at David for help. "I want to find a happier place."

David enveloped her in his arms and held her close. "All you had to do was ask, Samantha."

Samantha's fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt, buried under two layers of jackets, and she buried her face against his chest. Breathing in and out, her lungs were filled with his scent and that of cigarette smoke. It pulled her in deeper and deeper, but he wasn't using his vampire abilities on her. She just loved his scent. It felt like home, more so than any apartment away from her parents. He was home, David was her safe place. Sleepless nights used to be spent in his arms behind her parents' backs until she moved out. For some reason, David never came to her apartment and she never asked.

Do I need to ask? Samantha wondered as she breathed in his scent and he held her. I would have thought that an Alpha like David would come right on in to my apartment the moment I said he could and never leave. He leaves. Every single time. But shouldn't he know that he can stay? That he can come to me?

Samantha relaxed against David as he petted her hair. She sighed and took a deep breath. "David, I'll have go back to my apartment soon."

"I know," David said against the top of her head. "Just let me hold you for a little more, for fucks sake."

"Why?"

"Am I going to see you again sometime soon? For sure?"

"I-I hope so."

David shook his head and hugged her tighter. "I'm not taking my chances. I want you to feel this hug last until I see you again."

A small smile touched Samantha's lips. She tapped him lightly on the chest and looked up at him when he pulled back to look at her. Samantha jumped onto her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his.

"Yuck, coffee," David said, sticking his tongue out.

"David, fuck y-!" Samantha began, smacking him on the shoulder, but he caught her lips in a hard kiss.

Samantha's knees grew weak and she was so grateful that David was holding her because she would have fallen if he hadn't. She kissed him back happily until her breath was all used up. David kissed the tip of her nose for good measure when he pulled back.

"Hey, if you can put up with cigarettes on my breath, I'll always put up with coffee on yours," David promised, giving her a wink.

Samantha smiled. "David…" She held her hand out. "Walk me home?"

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A/N: Thanks for reading!