Fangs Of Desire |B.E

U-Haul

Billie's Pov:

We lay in each other's arms until Rachel's stomach growled, breaking the quiet intimacy with a funny, unexpected sound. We both chuckled, our laughter mingling softly in the air. "Someone's hungry," I whispered, my lips grazing her ear with a deliberate slowness.

"Mhmm, a bit, what about you?" She asked, her fingers brushing along my collarbone. "I could eat something... maybe you?" I teased.

She raiced her eyebrows, surprise blending with a grin on her face. "What!? You look so delitious..."

"Well, as long as you don't bite too hard," She teased, poking me in the ribs. I pretended to wince, grabbing her hand and holding it against my chest dramatically.

"Hey, hey, watch it! This dhampir is ticklish!" I laughed, my voice a bit louder than intended. She laughed too, her giggles contagious.

"Alright, alright," she said, still giggling. "Let's get some food then. But no weird vampire stuff, okay?"

I looked at her, raising an eyebrow playfully. "You mean blood? Because if you're really craving it, I've got a few bottles in the shelf," I said, my tone teasing as I waggled my eyebrows.

Rachel's eyes widened in mock horror before she playfully punched my arm. "Ew, Billie! No, I don't want blood!" She laughed, shaking her head. "You're impossible."

"Only for you," I replied with a wink, catching her hand before she could pull it away. I brought it to my lips and kissed her knuckles, earning another giggle from her. "God, you're so old-fasioned that you kiss my hand."

"Well, someone has to uphold the old-world charm," I said with a wink, still holding her hand close to my lips. "Besides, you seem to like it."

Rachel's smile softened, and she looked at me with those deep, green, expressive eyes of hers. "Actually," she started, her voice almost a whisper, "I love it. It's one of the things I adore about you."

I couldn't help but give her a quick kiss on the lips. "Hey, how about you'll rest here a little longer, maybe think what you wanna do today, and in the meantime I'll make us some sandwiches and coffee, huh?"

"Sounds like a plan," Rachel replied, her fingers tracing patterns on my cheek. "But none of that gourmet blood-infused coffee, okay?"

I chuckled, rolling my eyes exaggeratedly. "Fine, no blood coffee. Just regular, boring, human-friendly coffee."

As I got up from the couch, and I put on the t-shirt that I took off during our game last night.

"And hurry up before I starve to death!" Rachel playfully threw a pillow at me. I caught the pillow mid-air and mockingly clutched it to my chest. "Don't worry, I'll be swift, I promise."

With that I speed walked to the kitchen feeling Rachel's gaze on my back. As I stepped into the kitchen, the familiar comfort of our cozy space embraced me. I grabbed the bread and began slicing it, my mind half on the task and half on Rachel. The way her laugh lit up the room, the sparkle in her eyes-it was moments like these that made everything worth it.

With the sandwiches ready, I turned my attention to the coffee. The rich aroma of freshly ground beans filled the air. As the coffee brewed, I arranged the sandwiches on a plate and set it on the counter.

Then balancing the mugs and plate, I carefully made my way back to the living room.

"Voila! Breakfast is served," I announced cheerfully, setting the tray down on the coffee table before sinking into the couch beside Rachel. I handed Rachel a mug of coffee, our fingers brushing gently.