DoomPet

Chapter 53 (TW: NSFW)

They were kicked out of the bar at 12:30 AM and stumbled back through the streets towards their apartments, hurrying before the lights of the city shut off to conserve power. Well, the Slayer and marauder stumbled. Samuel flushed the beer and Elena could handle her liquor. The Slayer was still damn near a drinking virgin and he could feel his powers from the divinity machine begin to wear down, after fighting so much liquor.

At that moment Crüe's body decided to give up digesting the copious amounts of alcohol and spew it out all over the back tire of a parked car. "Oh my god I fuckin puked on a dog!"

The Slayer patted his arm, "It's a tire I think. It's ok."

"What about its family thought?" He shook his head, nearly stumbling into the car.

The Slayer paused, "Oh my god I don't know..."

Samuel looked at Elena, "We should escort them home."

"My thoughts exactly."

It was like herding cats, but worse. Samuel watched as the Slayer quickly went from a little buzzed to green and needing to stop every few feet. It was like all the liquor finally hit him and he was barely functioning anymore.

Samuel herded Crüe from walking out onto the road, and Elena made "pspsps" noises to lure the Slayer, which surprising worked well, and he followed her like a little lost kitten.

By the grace of god they got them inside and in bed; then, explained to Daisy to watch them just in case they needed anything. Crüe was already yammering on about Daisy getting him a blood smoothie, and the gargoyle sighed.

He then escorted Elena home, as they walked she spoke up.

"That was wild how he thought we were dating." Elena looked up at Samuel.

He nodded, "He was drunk. Don't take it to heart."

"I mean I think you're great, and we have shared experiences which means a lot to me, plus it's tough to date when you get older, and I do think you're rather cute... and I think we'd be compatible..." Abruptly, she stopped speaking and started straight ahead. They walked in silence.

"I mean..."

"It's probably best to keep it just professional." She told herself and Samuel as they stepped on the elevator to the lobby.

"Of course, just a professional relationship. That's plenty."

She tapped her finger against her chin, "I mean... I don't think I'd be opposed for it to be something more."

"Neither would I." He felt his non-existent stomach fill with butterflies. "Maybe we could take it slow, and go on a little date somewhere next week. Just little things to see if there's anything special."

The booth stared forwards as the elevator doors opened. "Oh yes, definitely. We'll take it extremely slow. Maybe something will come of it, maybe not." She agreed.

Slow means a lot of different things to a lot of different people. For some it means waiting until marriage, or others until the fifth date. For some it has more to do with trauma and needing more time to allow for consent. All are valid and all are important to people in their own ways.

But when thirty minutes later Samuel was standing in the living room of Elena's penthouse, furiously undoing her bra, that shit ain't slow.

As soon as it was off she turned around and stood on her tiptoes to put her hand on the warm wires of Samuel's neck, guiding him to lean down so she could kiss his faceplate. She was rough and passionate, everything Samuel ever wanted.