Back on the stage Selene remained staring at the mic quietly before moving up to it, scanning the floor and crowd. Upon realizing her mother had already left, she started scanning for another face, this one leaning against a pillar, his chocolate eyes transfixed on her causing her to smile deeply and whisper into the mic, "My Romeo..." and with that she hit the button on the machine and sang along to Love Story in perfect pitch, before blushing a deep red as she disappeared into the crowd, making her way for the elevator. Angel moved across the floor towards her, stopping the doors from closing with his hand and sliding in, Selene still blushing as she murmured, "Sorry."
"Sorry for what?" He pushed her back up against the wall of the elevator, lightly touching her cheek.
"Getting up and making an ass of myself." She said softly.
"Hardly," he said, lightly nuzzling her neck, swinging around and hitting the elevators emergency stop button, grinning.
Raising a brow Selene smirked softly, "Be gentle Ang. I don't wanna wake him up again."
"I wasn't planning on ravaging a pregnant woman hunny, just wanted some alone time is all," he brushed his lips over her's.
Smiling gently, she gently kissed him back, "Almost wish you could."
The ensouled vampire held her close to his chest. "I know but after the scare with William, I don't want to risk it," he placed his hand lovingly on her rounded middle.
Purring softly, Selene nuzzled against him, "This one's strong like his father." Gently wrapping her mouth around his neck, her fangs softly touching the pulsing vein.
He let his head tilt slightly, "Still I'd rather not take that chance. Call me paranoid if you must."
Nodding softly Selene started gently scratching at the flesh with her fangs finally breaking the skin a little. At this, Angel gasped softly, but pressed a hand to the back of her head urging her closer.
"A-are you sure Angel..." Selene whispered softly.
"I trust you," he murmured softly, causing her to smile softly, gently starting to draw the warm fluid from his body, causing him to sigh softly and close his eyes.
Gently licking the tiny puncture wounds as a cat may she muttered, "You make the slurry almost bearable."
Angel shivered slightly. "Only almost huh?"
"Maybe if it had longer time in the veins." she said, smiling and kissing the wound softly, watching it heal.
"Oh?" He smiled. "Well anything to accommodate you lover."
"Even if I use you to feed off of for the rest of my immortal life?" Selene asked, nuzzling her head against his chest closing her eyes. "It wont be much longer, could be tonight."
"Mm," Angel smirked. "I think I could deal with that." His hand began stroking her rounded mound, "You think so?"
Gently his ancient love nodded, "I'm about ten months, unless he decides to stay longer."
"Wow…" he exhaled softly, he seemed in awe at the thought of holding his child possibly so soon. All the while Selene stared at his face, gently blushing some at his soft touch and closed her eyes, relaxing as he stroked her softly, drawing his hand slowly from the top of her mound to the bottom and back again. "To think, there is a tiny person in there."
"A tiny fanged person.…" Selene sighed softly, "Another tame."
"There's nothing wrong with tame lover," Angel started, "The world is safer for us than the ferals. At least we aren't hunted like animals and now there is an army of slayers not just one."
Slowly she pulled away, crushed, "We aren't just mindless killers Angel! We all have our own code of honor. We have rules about our feedings too!"
"That doesn't matter to a slayer Selene, or a hunter, or a renegade assassin. They see us all as monsters, they just see the tame as less of a threat." The ensouled one said softly.
"And what about you?" The old one countered, "Four years and am I still a threat to your precious city? To your tender mortals?" She had learned the art of using her words as weapons from two of the best vampires that ever lived.
"Of course not!" He frowned, wondering why she was suddenly getting so defensive. "I don't think you're a threat Selene. A slayer might, not all slayers care that you feed only on the scum of the city, they are stupid and don't see the good you do by doing it."
"Well at least there's one less in the world," Selene growled, hitting the button again to restart the elevator.
Again Angel hit the button, "What? What are you saying Selene?"
"Nothing Angel." Selene growled, "I'm tired and I just want a nice dark enclosed space."
Dejectedly he sighed, nodding softly as he restarted the elevator and stepped to the side to let her pass. Calmly Selene stepped out quietly heading for her office slowly shedding the costume, slowly opening the closet door of her office, lowering the red box to the floor crawling into it curling before it dawned on her that she left her door unlocked. Thus she lifted the lid quickly, glancing at her lock and locking the door before closing the lid again.