Sasori opened his eyes; it was dark out. He glanced at the clock: 7:45 P.M.

He breathed in deeply, and exhaled, making Ayame's sleeping body move up and down with his chest. The vampire felt her slowly remove her arms from around his torso as she slowly sat up, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"Good evening, child, did you have a nice nap?" She nodded her head. Sasori sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, and stood up. He felt very hungry, he desperately needed to feed.

Now.

"Ayame." Sasori whispered, his back turned to her. Ayame had stopped rubbing her tired eyes and was now wide awake.

"Yes, chichi?"

"I'm hungry." He turned around to look down at her, his face trying to stay emotionless, but failing to hide the hunger in his eyes. Ayame understood what he was asking.

"Okay." She sat still, completely vulnerable, as Sasori jumped on the bed and gently laid her down on her back. He climbed on top of her, taking one of her hands in hers.

"You can squeeze my hand for now." He joked as he placed his fangs against her skin.

"Are you ready?" Ayame took a deep breath, relaxing herself, and nodded.

"I'm ready." Sasori plunged his fangs into her neck, drinking once more the sweet liquid that was her blood. It didn't hurt Ayame as much as the last time, but that didn't stop her from squeezing the hell out of Sasori's available hand. Sasori closed his eyes and winced slightly at the pressure she was administrating. He drained her slowly, but quickly at the same time, if that was possible.

He rolled over so that she was on top of him. She rested her chin on Sasori's vacant shoulder and breathed a held in breath. Sasori retreated his fangs from her neck and started lapping up the blood from the puncture wounds in a way a small kitten laps up warm milk. It tickled Ayame's skin, and she couldn't help but giggle a little. Her grip on his hand had immediately lessened, and Sasori grinned against her neck.

"Enjoying yourself, are we?" he asked amusingly, slightly muffled; Ayame only giggled again. She rolled over so he was on top of her again. He retreated his head from her neck and stared into her eyes.

"Thank you, Ayame." He whispered close to her face, kissing her on the forehead. He rested himself on her body, laying his head on her chest, listening to the beautiful sound of her heartbeat.

"Your welcome, chichi." Ayame replied, stroking his red hair. Sasori looked up from her chest.

"Why do you keep calling me chichi?" he asked, albeit a little irritated; Ayame giggled.

"Well," she began, still stroking his head, "you saved me back there. And you call yourself my loving guardian, so it's only fitting that you should be called 'dad'. That's my opinion"-Sasori felt her shrug her shoulders-"but I only think that because I know you could give me more love than my real bastard of a father ever did in his whole life." Sasori listened to her explanation silently. When she had finished, he lifted his head up to look at her head on.

"You're right; I CAN give you more love than that evil bastard ever did." It was silent for a moment, and then, without warning, he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Ayame's eyes went wide slightly as Sasori snaked his arms around her and sat her up, never once breaking the kiss. Ayame wrapped her arms around Sasori's neck, deepening the kiss.

He poked his tongue from between his lips, brushing against her own, politely asking for entrance. She gladly let him in; his tongue eagerly explored the inside of her mouth while he rubbed her back. His hands had somehow found a way under her shirt, slowly making their way upwards. Ayame realized this immediately and wrenched away from him, falling off the bed in her mad attempt to get away from the redhead.

"Child, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

"Don't you 'child' me!" she spat, getting off the ground. "I know what you were trying to do!" she shouted, jabbing a finger in his direction, her voice getting shrilly. She turned around and crossed her arms, her breathing becoming heavy from anger and pre-crying breaths. "I thought I could trust you. You said so yourself." Sasori opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He closed it and got off the bed and stood behind her.

Sasori rested a hand on her shoulder.

"You can trust me Ayame, I just should've asked first. Maybe I should slow down a little while I'm ahead." Ayame turned around to face him, her eyes about to spill the tears that were welling up in her eyes.

Sasori groaned slightly.

"Oh Ayame, please don't cry. You are so much more beautiful when you don't cry." Ayame smiled just a little and wiped the tears away. She stepped forward and hugged him, burying her head into his shirt.

"I still want to call you 'chichi', though." Ayame insisted. Sasori chuckled at her statement and wrapped her arms around her, resting his head on top of hers.

"Sure Ayame, you can call me whatever you want."