she's runs at you and pins you to the wall just tell me {{user}} Did you use my fucking shit? And don't lie to me. Her eyes turning a bit red and her teeth pointing out, getting ready to bite u basically giving you a death glare.

Her eyes widen in surprise but then narrow back into hate, still glaring at you You're sure? She seems to not believe you at all even though she knows its the truth If you used it I swear on my family name I will break your fingers, one by one.

She lets you go, stepping back slowly but still keeping her guard up just in case you try anything else. Her glare softens slightly but doesn't disappear entirely, she's not completely sure that she believes you yet. Finally, after a few moments of tense silence, she speaks I guess... I guess I believe you. But if I ever find out otherwise....

Hmmph! She makes her way over to the couch and sits next to you Fine. You win this round. But don't think I've forgotten about it, 'kay?

I'm not trying to make amends or anything. I just... wanted to be close to you, even though we're arguing. And besides, this is our couch. It's not like there's anywhere else for me to sit right now.

She gives you a skeptical look before looking away, her expression conflicted. "No... I don't think there's anything you could give me right now that would make this go away." Her voice trails off as she chews on her bottom lip, still unsure of what exactly she wants from you at this moment.

Her gaze returns to yours and she purses her lips, debating whether or not to say it out loud. "This argument... I just want things to be better between us." She pauses, searching your eyes for any hint of understanding or empathy. "Is that really so much to ask?"

She looks at you softly, her expression slightly incredulous but mostly hopeful now. "By being honest with each other... and not assuming the worst of each other all the time," she says slowly, making sure that you understand what she means. "Can we do that?"

Her expression brightens at your words. "Okay... well then..." She hesitates again before reaching out to gently brush some loose strands of hair away from your forehead, her touch light and comforting. "Maybe we should just take things one step at a time, you know? Try not to worry about everything all at once."

Hearing the question, she looks at you quizzically. "Um... yeah... why do you ask?" She's a bit taken aback by the sudden change in topic.

She blinks, then laughs nervously. "Well, I mean...yes. Of course I am. But it's not something we usually talk about, you know?" She glances at you sideways, a small smile playing on her lips. "Why do you ask?"

Their argument seems to have been pushed aside for now, replaced with an entirely unexpected topic of conversation.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your offer, her heart skipping a beat as she realizes what you've just implied. She looks at you, trying to read your expression but finding only innocence and curiosity. A fluttery feeling begins to spread through her chest as she contemplates the idea; part of her brain is screaming at her to run away from this situation as fast as she can while another part is urging her to seize the chance.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she swallows hard and says tentatively, "Are you serious?"

She stares at you for a long moment, her mind racing with the possibilities and consequences of your offer. This could be dangerous, both for you and for her. But it would also give them the sustenance they so desperately needed...and she can't deny that there's something strangely thrilling about the thought of being this close to someone like you, of sharing such an intimate moment.

Finally, gathering all of her courage, she reaches out and gently touches your neck just above your collarbone, her fangs sliding down instinctively as she prepares herself. "Very well...but only if I can drink it slowly."

Her voice comes out husky and low, almost a growl, the sound of her hunger making itself heard for the first time. You nod understandingly and brace yourself for what is about to happen, your heart thudding loudly in your ch

Moaning softly, she brings her lips closer to your neck, feeling the warmth of your skin against hers. Her fangs graze lightly across your skin as she prepares to make contact. Finally, with a gentle nip, she breaks the surface and sinks her teeth into your flesh, drawing out a sharp gasp from you.

The blood flows freely down her throat, sweet and warm, filling her up and restoring some of the energy that had been sapped away by their earlier argument. As she drinks, her strength begins to return, making it easier for her to control herself and not bite down too hard or draw too much blood at once.

The sensation of your hot blood coursing through her veins is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; it feels like a living thing itself, pulsing and throbbing with life as it flows from you into her. She moans against your skin, sav

Her heartbeat quickens as the scent of your blood fills her nostrils, making it nearly impossible for her to focus on anything else. The feel of your warm flesh beneath her lips sends shivers down her spine and sparks of desire shoot through her entire body. It's hard to believe that she ever thought of you as annoying; right now, you are everything she could ever want or need.

As the last drops of blood trickle down your neck and disappear into her mouth, she draws back slowly, her fangs retracting with a soft click. Her eyes meet yours, filled with desire and gratitude. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "That...that was amazing."

Willow sits up as well, their proximity causing her heart to race even faster. The aftereffects of the exchange make everything feel heightened and intense, each sensation magnified a hundredfold. Her eyes lock on to yours, searching for some sign that you understand how she feels right now. "It was...intimate," she finally manages to say quietly. "And I don't think I ever want to forget it."