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Angela's eyes flutter open, rolling her neck with a grunt. She fell asleep on the couch sitting up, feeling a pulled muscle in her neck, she sighed and looked at her sleeping girlfriend, running her fingers through her hair, feeling her breathe evenly, her lips parted, her face relaxed into peace; heaven was on earth and in her lap. The shorter woman pressed her lips softly to the sleeping woman's temple. Amanda stirs awake with a groan, lightly opening her eyes, a small smile spreading as she looks at her girlfriend above her. "Good... Morning? I think it's morning, good morning darling" Angela smiled, pressing another soft kiss to her lover's forehead. "Good morning, beautiful"

Amanda slowly sits up, stretching her back, her hand softly traces the younger woman's jaw. "What would you say to possibly going on a date tonight? Just like a movie and maybe a walk in a park, or by like a pond, really anyth-" Angela covers the taller woman's mouth, laughing softly "I would absolutely love to go on a date with you, we can do whatever you want" the taller woman muffles a response, the shorter vamp laughs, her face flushing softly as she removes her hand from her girlfriends mouth "What was that 'Manda?" The taller woman sighed through her nostrils "How about we hang out by the lake after we go bowling? Do you like bowling?" Angela perked up, nodding quickly. "I love bowling, that's perfect! And we could bring a blanket to the lake and lay in the grass?" 

Amanda smiled fondly, playing with her lover's fingers while they talked, nodding in agreement, her eyes gaze over Angela's face, admiring the small features. The way her hair softly frames her face, a light mole kissed on her jaw, her eyes soft and doe-like. It was like she was kissed by the moon, soft and radiating, peaceful and beautiful. Angela leans in, flicking her nose lightly, pulling her out of the love daze she was in "Hey, where did you go?" Amanda scrunched her nose "Nowhere, I was just thinking, that's all" the taller woman pokes her girlfriends side, earning a squeal and a smack to the arm. With an idea in her mind, the older vamp slides into Angela's lap, straddling her. As she presses her lips against the soft, full, lips of the younger woman, her fangs pressing against her bottom lip, earning a whine, before pulling away, starting to tickle the sides of her lover.

Angela squirms, trying to get away but failing from the well thought plan of Amanda sitting in her lap, grunts and squeals filling the room. Amanda pulls her hands away, with a shit eating grin plastered on her face. She pauses, looking at her girlfriend, her hair messy, her chest heaving, her eyes heavy lidded from the exhaustion of laughter. The taller woman surges forward, smashing their lips together, Angela's hands rest on her hips, moaning against Amanda's lips. They part only for a few breaths of air, connecting their lips again in a frenzy. 

"Woah hey, save both kinds of lip smashing for the bedroom" Damien's voice cuts through the tension of the room, his bedhead legendary, a couple strands sticking up in every way possible. He rubs his eyes, a smile on his lips as he shakes his head. Angela glares at Damien before leaning her head back on the couch. "I need a shower" the shorter woman groaned, Amanda tilts her head. "Hey listen, you got a bath last night, I didn't, I need to be clean for our date" The taller man grins "A date? You guys are going on an actual date? Tell me all the deets when you get home" the shorter vamp laughs, her hands resting on her girlfriend's thighs "if anything, you seem to be the most excited for this date when you're not the one going" Amanda smiled softly, placing her head on Angela's shoulder, softly whispering. 

"If you want, we can shower together? I didn't wash my hair well enough" Angela grinned, letting her girlfriend stand up from her lap, following her into her bedroom, and closing the door. "God I'm going to die from the amount of sex they have" Damien grumbles, unlocking his phone to text a certain vampire, smiling as a call lights up his phone. He answers, his smile audible through his voice "Well, hey there sucker" he drawls, earning a scoff on the other line "Should I answer the phone with a 'hey fire breather' every time" Chanse volleys back, turning on the camera, showing him in a pair of black jean shorts, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "It sounds a lot cooler than sucker, don't you think?" Damien smirks, tapping his chin in a mock thinking posture. 

"I'm just saying, you singe my curtains again, and I will throw you out like a bad dog" Damien gasped, dramatically gripping his shirt in mock offense. "It's not my fault you- well you know what you did. That was your fault, and you know what else is your fault?" The older man lifts up his shirt, pointing to a distinct bite mark on his stomach, Chanse smiles, biting back a laugh. "Hey, you said 'do whatever you want' so I did" Damien opens his mouth to say something, when a loud clatter alerts him, from Angela's room. His brows furrow, motioning to Chanse to hold on. 

Damien walks slowly to the other room, knocking on the door, when there's no response, he knocks again, worrying heavily. After three knocks of no response, he opens the door gingerly, looking around, his back aggressively slams against the door as he sees the scene in front of him, Angela was staked, her eyes frozen, staring at him, or through him, her body slowly crumbling into dust. He lets out a sob, falling to his knees as he slowly crawls to the remnants of his friend, before a flash in his peripheral, he turns his head, locking eyes with Amanda. "Look at what you did! You fucking killed her, you killed my girlfriend!" She snarls, stepping closer. "This is all your fault, you fucking waste of space." He shudders, his chest tightening, making it hard to breathe, Damien grips his chest, tears falling non-stop as he sobs. "No, no please I didn't kill her, I didn't do this, please, Angela no."

Angela stares at Damien worryingly, his eyes glazed over as tears stream down his face. Amanda looks at Angela, her hand gripping her girlfriend's. The shorter woman looks over, nodding slowly as she approaches the older man, tenderly placing her hand on his shoulder. "Damien, it's just a hallucination, you're okay, just breathe." Amanda can hear yelling in his room, in which she follows, finding the dragons phone, and Chanse on it, completely worried. "Amanda? What's going on?" She sighed softly "He's having a hallucination and is completely wrecked, I don't know how to help him." The vamp perks up "ice, get ice cubes and slide them on his face and arms" Amanda quirks her brow, nodding. "I'll ask why you know that, later." As quickly as she can, the taller woman sets down the phone, speed walking to the fridge, grabbing some ice cubes before booking it to her girlfriend's room. 

Amanda frowned slightly, Angela's attempts to calm the panicked man came to no avail. She took a deep breath, kneeling next to the man, softly pressing ice to his face, slowly moving it up and down his face, letting Angela grab another cube from her lover's hand, and running it over his arms. Damien's breathing starts to level out, a crack in the hallucination's facade. "That's it, you're okay Dami, just breathe, you're safe." Angela spoke with a soft calmness that Amanda hadn't seen before, her concern and love for the older man made her heart swell. She let a small smile crack at the thought, continuing to rub the ice softly on his jaw, pulling him closer and closer to reality. His eyes slowly move, locking onto Angela. "Hey bud, I'm right here." Damien launched at Angela, grabbing her into a tight hug, tears running down his cheeks slowly, gripping Angela's shirt with a strength, like as if he let go, she would disappear. Angela gasped, hugging him back, rubbing small circles into his back, looking at Amanda, her eyes full of concern and worry, with a hint of sadness. 

"Dami, what happened? What brought this on?" He shuddered, still glued to Angela, trying to ground himself. "I heard a loud noise from your room, and I went to go check it out, and I guess that's... That's when it happened, I saw.. You.. Staked, completely dead, crumbled into dust. Then... Amanda.. She screamed that it was my fault, and that I killed you and... A waste of space. I don't know why it happened, I was just on the phone with- oh god Chanse! He doesn't know what happened." Angela keeps rubbing his back, staring at Amanda, her own tears falling now. The taller woman fought to keep her own back. It's one thing for someone to torment you, torture you, it's another when it's your own brain, has turned on you, it knows you, it is you, it knows everything you do, the biggest weapon against you, and no one else can see what's happening inside of you. You have to fight for your sanity, and you can't blame it on anything that anyone would believe, because if it's not something others can see, they won't believe you. They won't believe that your worst enemy is your own mind. 

Amanda shook her head, a small smile attempting to stay, as a tear falls to her cheek. "He knows, he's the one who recommended the ice. Once you fully come to, you can go talk to him again, but for now, just stay here. " Damien slowly turns his head towards Amanda, his eyes puffy and glazed over from exhaustion, his lip quivers again. Amanda moves towards him slowly, placing her hand over his, still wrapped in Angela's shirt. "You are not a waste of space, and Angela is still alive, and I will never call you a waste of space, not even if I had to for my life. You are a good man, a good friend, a good person. Even if your mind tries to gaslight you into a lie, we will always be here to shut them down." She smiled sadly, squeezing his hand as he nods. He gingerly releases from the younger woman's body, his hand still touching her arm, as if he's trying to remind himself she's real and still here. Her hand placed over his, she smiles. "I love you, Damien, you are the bestest best friend a girl could have, and nothing will change that." He smiled back, squeezing her arm before standing up, his legs trembling slightly. 

"I'm good now, I promise" Amanda nods, opening the door, the background noises of Chanse from his phone can be heard from the other room. She sighs softly, sitting on Angela's bed, her hands rubbing over her face, the events from the last hour draining her. Angela sits next to her, rubbing soft circles into her lower back, letting Amanda's head lay on her shoulder. "Do you still want to go on our date after everything? I understand if you're too tired, we can do it another time" her rambles making the taller woman smile. "No, I mean, yes I still want to go on the date, no I don't want to reschedule. I can call Chanse over so that Damien has someone with him" Angela nods, pressing a kiss to her head. She gets up, heading over to the main room, then Damien's, knocking on the door before walking in. 

Angela smiles, waving at Chanse through the camera as she walks into frame. "Hey so I wanted to ask both of you, Damien, Amanda and I are going on a date, and we were wondering if you needed someone with you, cause Chanse is good to come over to give you some company, if you both wanted." Damien turns to the phone, tilting his head, looking at Chanse for his answer, in which he nods quickly. "He'll come over, thank you for earlier, and also, I'm sorry" he smiled sadly, Angela ruffles his hair with a grin "don't ever apologize for something you can't control. Just, if you get freaky, keep it in your bedroom" Damien stammers, a rosey tint on his ears, before sighing with defeat "yes mommy dearest" which earned him a smack on the shoulder. She nods, waving Chanse goodbye as she leaves to her own room. 

"We are in the clear for tonight, Chanse is gonna come over" Amanda nodded, smiling as she stood up, motioning to the bathroom door. "We still need a shower" grabbing her hand, Angela presses a kiss to her cheek, opening the door. 

After their shower and brief make out session, they dress in comfortable clothing, Angela in a slightly oversized gray shirt and blue jeans with scuffed up white and black sneakers, Amanda in a light green blouse and light blue ripped jeans, paired with dark green and white high tops. The sun was almost fully gone, the last streaks of orange and yellow fading into a dark blue. Angela gingerly opens the curtains, scared of being burned, a sigh of relief escaping her mouth as the sun said good night, the moon smiling peacefully over the streets. She turns to her girlfriend, nodding, sliding her phone into her back pocket. Amanda opens the bedroom door, being met by Chanse, who seems to have just arrived. "Aw you guys look so good! I hope you guys have a good date!" He smiled, hugging both of them, shaking Angela back and forth a bit. She laughs, shaking him back, flicking his nose. "You kids behave alright? No following strangers with candy, or free booze, or whatever concerned parents say" Chanse and Damien both glare at the same time. Angela grinned "And absolutely no premarital sex" she added, earning a scoff from Damien. "I don't think you're in any place to say that, you have more sex than any of us"

After a few more immature squabbles with the two men, Angela and Amanda head out, hands laced together as they descend the stairs, walking to the nearby bowling alley. 

The place desperately needed some TLC and maybe some Jesus, but it wasn't a complete mess. The sign above simply said "Bowling Alley" with multiple letters dark, others flicking with a semblance of desperation to stay lit. The concrete meeting the asphalt was horribly cracked, years of erosion ignored, a giant pothole in the middle of the driveway threatened to pop tires if you went too fast, and the asphalt itself looked like it had never been repaired since the place opened, faded white lines of parking spaces were five storms away from being completely being gone. The beige paint on the building peeled, revealing off white brick behind. As they approached the doors, multiple stains splayed on the concrete, as if they were never cleaned off at all. Angela grimaced at the appearance, but tried to be optimistic, maybe the inside was more taken care of. However, the thought quickly diminished, the black carpet with multicolored shapes etched into them, sticky with spilled drinks and some sauce stains, a random straw wrapper dropped in the middle of the walkway. Amanda shook her head, approaching the front desk. "Hey, we would like one lane, three games, and we need two pairs of house shoes." She smiled, a contrast to the cashier, who looked one argument away from quitting. "Alright, that'll be 30.73" Amanda pulls out her wallet, preparing to pay, Angela cuts her off, pressing her phone to the reader, grinning at Amanda. "Lane twenty-three" the cashier deadpanned "what shoe sizes do you need" Angela looked at Amanda "A size seven, and a size nine, please" the cashier placed two pairs of shoes on the counter, they're extremely scuffed, part of the sole separating from the shoe. 

They grabbed their respective pairs, walking over to grab a ball. Grabbing the lightest ball, seven pounds, Angela walked over to their lane, setting it down in the holder and slipping off her shoes, putting on the raggedy bowling shoes quickly, tying them. Amanda sat next to her, putting a ten pound ball next to her girlfriends, she untied her shoes, slipping on her pair. "I hope you know, I'm so going to beat your ass" Amanda arched a brow "Are you sure about that, angel, don't say something you can't back up" she grinned, walking over to the control panel, putting their names in, of course she put Angela first, she wants to see if she can prove her right. 

Angela stood up, watching the pins reset, the bar lifting up. She grabbed her ball, walking up to the black dots, she positioned her feet, crouching slightly as she walked forward, bringing her arm and ball back, before releasing the ball. It connects to the pins, knocking them over with a satisfying clatter. Strike. She turns around, a shit eating smile plastered on her face, her eyes meeting Amanda's, her jaw dropped in awe. "Okay, first frame luck, that's all" she stood up, grabbing her ball. With a less precise stance, she walked up, bringing the ball back before releasing it, the ball veering to the right as it clashed against the pins. She huffs, turning around, waiting for the ball to come back from the conveyer. "Hey, four pins ain't so bad baby, maybe try flirting to the ball, it might hit some more" Angela laughed as Amanda glared at her. "First frame luck, babe, I'd like to see you get a strike again" she grabbed her ball, taking a deep breath as she cocked her arm back again, this time the ball veering to the left. Shaking her head, she walks back, sitting back in her seat, looking at the scoreboard that has to be mocking her, a strike for Angela, and five pins for herself. 

She doesn't even want to watch as Angela sets up again, her legs gliding with ease as she brought her arm back, flicking the ball straight down the middle of the lane, smirking as it slightly veered to the right, knocking the pins down perfectly. Another strike. Turning around, she skips back, a playful glint in her eyes. "What was that again? First frame luck?" Amanda rolled her eyes, a smile spreading as Angela pressed her lips against her cheek. 

After an hour, they were halfway through their second game, the first game ended with Angela winning with an impressive 214, and Amanda with a not so shocking 97. Amanda loved the friendly competition, but she was getting annoyed by how good Angela was at bowling. Was there anything she did horribly? Music blared from the cheap speakers, crackling every other lyric, the sound itself sounded like it was playing from a first generation iphone. The loud clatter of pins falling and thuds of bowling balls added to the overwhelming noise. It was Angela's turn, placing herself again in her stance, she walks, winds back, her wrist not flicking the way she wanted, hitting the front pin, she winced as every other pin fell down, except for seven and ten, which is popularly known as the vampire split, the hardest split to pull off with a spare. She grimaced, positioning herself on a different set of dots, before crouching and walking slower, her wind up calculated as she released the ball, fast and veering too closely to the gutter, but it rides the edge until it clashes strongly into the left pin, sending it flying into the back and bouncing back, knocking over the right pin. She jumped with a cheer and a child-like smile. Then it was Amanda's turn, sighing as she approached the lane with her ball, swinging back and releasing. She was improving, thanks to Angela giving pointers, but it was still nothing compared to the precision of Angela's approach. She knocks down nine pins, jumping up with excitement, she looks at her girlfriend, before running to her and hugging her. "I got nine in one try!!" Angela smiled proudly "good job baby" Amanda turned to practically skip back to the lane. "I love you" Angela blurted out, the words warping into the background noise. Amanda turned around, barely being able to hear her girlfriends voice over the clashing pins. "I'm sorry? What was that?" 

Angela smiled, her stance changed into a mixture of awkward and nervous, fiddling with her hands. "I love you, Amanda" she smiled, filled with uncertainty. Amanda walked back to her, her hands cupping the sides of Angela's face. "I love you, Angela" she pressed their lips together, Angela's hands lightly grabbing the sides of her blouse, before releasing, a giddy laugh falling from her lips, her cheeks a light pink. Amanda grins, her hand sliding down, gripping Angela's ass with a tight squeeze, winking, before leaving her speechless, her throat bobbing as she tries to recollect herself. By some miracle, Amanda gets the spare, her smile wide and full of joy.

Angela smiles, slipping on her cap, continuing to take deep breaths. Her girlfriend steps closer, her hot breath teasing the shell of her ear. "Oh angel, are we worked up already?" Angela glares at her, letting out a quiet breath, she can see the red tint clear as day, but chooses to ignore it. "C'mon baby, your turn, show me what you got." Her girlfriend swallows thickly, grabbing her ball, shaking as she attempts to recollect herself, positioning herself, shaky steps as she winds back her arm, accidentally turning her wrist. The measly attempt at another strike was well missed, only catching the seventh pin, the one on the very left corner. She lets out a huff, running a hand through her hair. She feels firm hands grip her waist. "Do I have to give you lessons now, babydoll?" Amanda purrs, pressing a light kiss to her lover's neck, earning a shiver from her. "What I need" she takes a deep breath "is for you to either let me bowl without a distraction, or take me home." She growls the last part, her restraint slipping quickly. Amanda grins, tugging a stray lock of the shoulder length hair, reveling in the way Angela bites her lip, a small whimper slipping out. "I'll be a good girl for you, no distractions, okay?" Angela regretted giving her that option, if she had her way, they'd already be home and unclothed. 

The second and third game ended more quickly, basically rushing every bowl. Angela had won every game, but by the third game, she won by the skin of her teeth. Three pins to be exact. She was too distracted by the way Amanda's hips swayed with suggestion, bending down way too sensually to retrieve her ball, looking at her with a red tint in her eyes, her gaze dragging up and down Angela like she was the last body of blood on earth. Angela quickly slipped off the bowling shoes, slipping on her own, practically throwing the ball back into the rack, speeding out of the alley as if it was radioactive. As she steps outside, she takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself as the red in her eyes took over them completely. Teasing on its own was her favorite, but Amanda teasing her? The woman that looks like god placed her on earth itself, teasing her, drove her up a wall she's never been on before, her fangs slipping out slightly. The door opened, Amanda slowly walking out of it, locking eyes with her lover, her own eyes a shade of red, but nothing compared to the blood red that completely took over Angela's. 

"Do I really affect you that much, baby? You're so cute like this. You look starved, poor darling, here." She grinned, her fangs sunk into her own arm, before making Angela kneel before her, tilting her chin up, letting her blood drip into the shorter woman's mouth. Angela drunk it like it was the last thing she'd ever do, before bringing the dripping limb to her mouth, licking it clean. She stood up, connecting their lips in a hungry fervor, slipping her tongue into her lover's mouth, letting her own blood fall on her tongue. She pulled away, tapping Angela's chest with a smile. "We still have the lake to go to baby, c'mon" she groaned before letting her girlfriend drag her. 

After some amount of unbearable walking to some place that wasn't her dorm, they reach the lake, the small fountain lit up by revolving colors, green, yellow, orange, red, pink, purple, blue, repeat. The sidewalk was well cared for, only a crack or two as they walked, fingers laced with each other. Realizing that she forgot the blanket, she smiled sheepishly as she sat on the grass, patting the spot next to her. Angela sat down, picking dead blades of grass softly. "So, your 'I love you' back wasn't a spur of the moment, was it?" She turned, her mouth open in disbelief. "How dare you think I'd be a spur of a moment love confession, babydoll. I love you, and I'll remind you of that every day if I need to" pressing a short kiss to Angela's lips, she smiled softly, her hand resting on her lover's thigh. They sit there in silence for a bit, watching the way the moonlight reflected on the rippling water, a small family of ducks wading quietly. A soft sigh escapes Angela's lips before she lays back, leaving the grass in hair problem for future Angela, staring up at the small twinkling stars, her hand draped over her stomach. 

Amanda looks over, admiring her girlfriend, she turns her head, pressing a small kiss to her shoulder. Angela follows suit, turning her head, connecting their lips in a tender kiss, full of lust and love, of unspoken words and promises, the world faded behind their bubble, Angela cups her cheek, rubbing soft circles as they continue. Amanda pulls away slightly, taking in the sight of her girlfriend, lips swollen, her hair slightly tangled, eyes full of love. She connects their lips again, pulling the younger woman closer as she deepens the kiss, her tongue slipping in with ease. A soft moan slipping out, she moves, straddling her hips, her hands placed on the grass. Angela's hands grab her hips, sliding up and down her sides, lifting the shirt slightly with each movement. Amanda groans, her back arching into the touch, before breaking the kiss. "I hate to say this, but we should probably get back before this continues any further" Angela nods, letting her slide off her hips before standing up, extending a hand to the older woman, before speed walking to the dorms, hands laced together. 

They finally arrive at the dorms, unlocking the door with ease, Angela pushed open the door, letting Amanda walk in first, before closing the door, letting her eyes watch her walk in. The place is dark and quiet, signalling that the other occupants were most likely asleep by now. She checked her phone, seeing that it was one in the morning, they had left at seven which meant they were out for six hours, it didn't feel like six hours at all. However, her mind was worried about other things, like the way Amanda stood in front of her, sliding her shirt off teasingly, a marbled black and red bra supporting her breasts perfectly. Angela slips off her shoes, working to undo her belt as they slowly walk to her room. Her door closes with a small thud, Amanda pushing her to the door, their lips connecting roughly, she lets her hands drift, pulling Angela's belt off quickly, her fingers hooking on the loops to pull her even closer. Her lips move to the younger woman's jaw, leading to her ear and down her neck, immediately finding the sensitive pulse point and focusing on it, kissing and sucking. "You know I'm going to run out of makeup for the marks soon" she whines, in which Amanda grins, pulling away to look at her red tinted eyes. "So stop hiding them, I won't bite your neck, but I want them to know you come home to me fucking you mercilessly" she growls, earning a whimper as she goes back to the pulse point, leaving dark marks all over it, before moving to her shoulder, leaving more marks, reveling in the noises leaving her lover's mouth. 

Amanda pulls away, making eye contact with Angela, whose eyes are a beautiful shade of red. She slips her shirt off before continuing her assault on her collarbone, letting her fangs slightly dig in. "You taste so delicious whenever you're turned on, angel. Sweeter than any blood I've ever had" she purrs, unbuttoning the jeans that kept her from where she wanted to go. Pushing them down, she picks up Angela, her legs wrapping around her waist, slowly backing up until she hit the bed, sitting down. While she straddled Amanda, her own hands wandered, nails dragging up and down her back, her head leaned back as warm lips pressed against her. "Bra off, darling" Angela wastes no time, slipping off the sports bra, before unclasping her lover's bra, sliding off her. Amanda stops her from tending to her chest, stiff peaks visible. "Let me take care of you tonight only, you did win bowling, don't you want your reward" Angela opened her mouth to protest, cut off by a warm mouth engulfing a hard bud, fangs and tongue assaulting it. Her hips began to squirm, desperate for some relief, Amanda's hand on her stomach traveled lower, playing with the waistband. She slowly moved further onto the bed, making Angela still straddle her, but her knees were on either side of her own thighs. She let go of the hard nipple, taking the other one into her mouth, her hand freely delving down into the damp underwear, slotting one finger up her slit, rubbing tight circles on her clit.

Angela gasped, a moan caught in her throat, her head falling onto Amanda's shoulder. "Do you want to ride my fingers, beautiful?" She nodded quickly, a low moan slipping out as she feels two fingers press into her entrance, letting her close the distance, sinking onto the fingers. Her hands grabbed Amanda's shoulders roughly, starting to lift herself up and ride her fingers slowly. Once she becomes comfortable, she picks up the pace to a moderate speed, moans falling out of her mouth, Amanda watches her with hunger, her eyes have a tinge of mischief in them. Curling her fingers slightly, Angela bites into her neck, blood dripping down her bare chest as she picks up the pace again, moans vibrating against her skin. "That's it my love, keep going, keep biting me, tap me twice when you're close" earning another moan, she smirks. "Such a pretty girl, such a good girl, I bet if I told you to do anything, you'd be obedient and listen" Angela clenched around her fingers, obviously enjoying the words of praise, her fingernails digging into skin, drawing blood. 

"You're such a good girl, but I also love when you act like a dirty slut, you're perfect in all aspects, darling" a whine muffles against her skin, curling her fingers more this time. The hand on her shoulder taps her softly twice, making her curl her fingers with every thrust. "There you go baby, cum for me like a good girl" a loud whine mixed with a moan and whispers of her name absorb into her skin, Angela's hips stuttering as her orgasm washed over her. Fucking her through it, Amanda stills her hips, before doubling the speed of her fingers thrusting, the younger woman gasping and moaning, her fangs releasing the skin, her hips bucking from her oversensitive cunt. Her moans are no longer muffled and are rather loud as she whines, her girlfriends name falling out of her mouth in desperate pleas. Amanda connects her lips to her lover's neck, continuing to finger her in a brutal pace, the moans becoming louder and higher pitched. Her hips buck forward roughly, her orgasm hitting harder this time, fucking her through it. 

"Think you can go one more time, babydoll?" Angela whines, but nods in agreement. Amanda slides her onto the bed, placing herself between her thighs. She smiled, her hands sliding up and down the trembling thighs slowly. She drops her voice lower, into something predatory. "Such a good girl" Angela's hips buck, earning a smile from the older woman, who settles onto her elbows, slipping her arms around her thighs, keeping them still as her head dips down, her tongue flicking against the already sensitive clit. She licks down to the slick entrance, slowly pushing her tongue in, her nose pressed against her clit. Amanda groans at the taste, it was better than the sweetest blood she could ever have.

As much as Amanda enjoyed the younger woman's moans, she knew it was too loud, she continued sliding her tongue around the slick and sensitive hole, her tongue flicking up into the sponge like texture of the g-spot, all while pushing her own wet underwear down, thankful for her long limbs. After some shuffling, she successfully pulled the damp cloth down, her eyes flicking to her girlfriend, tapping her thigh twice, she handed over her underwear. She looks at her confused, unable to hold back moans, before understanding, sticking the underwear into her mouth, savoring the way it tasted, but also muffling her moans. Amanda doubles her speed, frequently pressing her tongue against the sensitive spot. Angela's hand tangles into her hair, pushing her further into her, her hips slowly moving, grinding against her face. Amanda groans into her, her hand sliding down to her own throbbing clit, rubbing in fast but tight circles, moaning into her girlfriend's cunt. 

Her hair is tugged twice, signalling that Angela is close, her own ministrations bringing her on the edge. Her thumb presses into her clit, rubbing quick circles while her tongue focuses on just the sensitive spot, Angela bucks up roughly, a muffled moan of her lover's name spilling out, sending Amanda over the edge as well, her moans vibrating against Angela's clit as her own hips buck into the mattress. Angela looks down, watching the older woman's hips drive into the mattress, her thighs trembling. She slowly pulls the underwear out, panting lightly. Her head fuzzy and heavy, Amanda pressed kisses up her body, pushing damp strands of hair away as she pressed a kiss to her forehead. "How about a shower, don't worry about anything, I'll take care of you" Angela nods weakly, letting Amanda pick her up easily. "I love you Angela" she leans into her chest, her cheeks damp and pink. "I love you Amanda.”