Avarice's Bottom BItch

Right this moment, he had his arm around her, her head resting on his shoulder. Avarice, much like Chrissy, thought it felt damn good.
	“Ava, sweetie? Why don’t you ever drink my blood?” Right to the point, as always. Avarice stretched, then decided to play with Chrissy’s hair some more.
	“Sanguinem only drink the blood of other Demons, or things like Vampires or Werewolves,” he explained. “Even animals. Sometimes we drink human blood, but...it takes a tremendous toll on the person. Especially for how much blood we need. I’ve only had one person’s blood ever…” He paused, refusing to say more.
	“I know, my sweet,” Chrissy said gently, tactfully. “But Reave had powers. I have powers. It will be different.”
	“I don’t know that, and neither do you.” Trembling now. “Don’t ask this of me again.” They tried to go back to watching TV, but it awkward. The mood was dead. She wiggled a foot in front of him after a while.
	“Come on, handsome,” she urged. I know you can’t resist my pretty feet. Avarice sighed, then smiled. She was right, after all. Chrissy had beautiful feet. He began giving her his patented foot rubs, and she was soon in heaven. Not so surprisingly, at some point he began kissing her thigh, then her stomach, then her neck, making his way to her lips. She still had on her ruby red lipstick, and to him, she looked better than a movie star. And so, Avarice and Chrissy enjoyed a good old fashioned makeout session. At least, until the Chinese food came.