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While Sam walked toward the car, Parker watched him, careful. He noticed she was paying extra attention to his wounds. She must be worried. “Don’t worry. They are just scratches from rolling around naked like an idiot,” he explained.

“Really?” she said, incredulous.

“Nothing that can’t wait until we calm you down,” he said. “The vampires are gone, don’t worry. And, if more arrives, we can just drive away.”

“Yes, that would have been a good idea,” she said, deadpan. “But someone had rolled out like an idiot.”

He couldn’t help but shrug. “Well, you have a point. But, in my defense, it’s the first time I saw multiple vampires gathered together. I panicked.” He paused, looking at her face. “Looking at your face, you already know the existence of vampires, good. Meaning, there’s no need for an earth-shaking explanation.”

Her smile twisted into something sadder. “Yeah, I’m familiar with them.”

He decided not to mention that he arrived here to check vampires, to not to look like a creepy tourist looking for his own death. “I’m taking that they are common in Sunnydale.”

“You can say that,” she responded, careful. But, as he sat on the hood of the car, she pulled the first aid kit, and started helping him with the scratches on his back, while he focused on the ones he could reach. “Why?”

“Well, they are a kind of the reason I’m escaping from London,” he said. “I came across a couple, so decided to fly the other side of the world. Then, I dealt with another in Los Angeles, so changed my idea about going to the college in the city, instead picked a smaller city, expecting it to be safer…”

That made her giggle. “Wow, you’re really terrible at avoiding vampires. Of all the places, you picked Sunnydale.”

“In my defense, tourist guides don’t highlight vampire hotspots.”

“So, what do you know about vampires?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Well, there’s fire, decapitation, stake, and holy water. By the way, I have a gallon of holy water in my trunk, which I brought along after my last encounter.”

“Really, a bit excessive?”

“Well, I wasn’t expecting the beautiful girl with pretty eyes to be a professional javelin thrower that can support me, so sue me.”

“Javelin thrower?” she said.

“Yes,” he said, and then continued. “Other than that, there’s the no entry without invitation, and no reflection.” He paused. “That’s it.”

“Nothing about the slayer?” she asked.

“No—“ he started, then paused. “Actually, let me guess. Buffy?”

That made her freeze. “What?”

“Buffy,” he repeated. “Tall bloke, muscular, famous for being able to take vampires singlehandedly, but that’s all I know, I’m afraid. I didn’t even know he lived in Sunnydale,” he explained, cobbling together an explanation. He didn’t want her to think that he seduced her just to goad another man.

He didn’t feel trying to overwhelm her with nonsense, but he had some weird secrets that needed to stay secret.

“And, you called me Parker.”

He shrugged. “Sorry if that’s your last name, I’m not trying to be distant.” He smirked. “There’s not much distance remaining between us. But, if you realize, we kind of skipped sharing names. I just heard someone calling someone Parker while we were still on campus, and I assumed it was you.” That made her pause for a weirdly long time. “I mean, I’m sorry if it was—“

“No, just surprised me. You’re right, we somehow skipped that part. Call me Anne. And don’t call me Parker. It’s a … nickname that I don’t like. Bad memories. Very bad.”

He nodded. She sounded weird while she mentioned her nickname. Almost embarrassed. He didn’t need to dig. “Sam, Sam Kent.”

“Like James Bond,” she teased.

“Well, only more handsome and even better in bed,” he said.

“Arrogant—“ she started reflexively, then she stopped, remembering that he had been spent about half a day proving the latter part.

“Exactly,” he responded smugly, grabbed her chin, and kissed her hard. Unfortunately, after a vampire attack, they couldn’t continue their fun. He pulled back. “I think regardless of what we do, we should return to the campus first,” he said, then looked down, and realized he was still naked. “Well, second. I still need to dress”

“Yes, you should.”

After a quick change, he started driving.

She was the one that broke the silence. “So, what’s the deal with you? You had fought against the vampires quite well.”

He shrugged. “While I was telling about myself, I skipped a few details.”

“What kind of details? Don’t tell me you’re working for some kind of shady council or something?”

He laughed. “Nothing that impressive. It’s just that after my football dreams were over, I decided to switch sports and started doing boxing, and once I learned about vampires, I took it even more seriously.”

“Boxing?”

He chuckled. “I didn’t tell you because I was afraid boxing would be too scary.”

“Too scary for me?” she said, incredulous as she looked up. Admittedly, it was a fair reaction. She might be cute and almost thirty centimeters shorter than him, but she had shown her incredible abilities by nailing the vampires from a distance with broken branches.

There was no questioning her skill or courage.

He wouldn’t bet on her in melee, but that hardly mattered. She still took down monsters with ease. The style didn’t matter.

“Yes. In my defense, I didn’t expect you to be a badass warrior, not even afraid of vampires. If I knew that, I would have mentioned boxing.” He paused, raised his eyebrows teasingly while he put his hand on her hip. “I mean, it would have helped us get closer, right? We might have even shared a kiss or two, or would that have been too forward…”

Her eyes widened. “Wow, you’re … unbelievable,” she said. “You’re like some kind of…”

“The term you’re looking for is rapscallion, though I am more partial to dashing rogue,” he responded.

It didn’t help her blush. “Shut up and drive. We don’t want to have an accident.”

“Noted,” he responded. He noticed she looked forlorn. “Speaking of fun memories, how about we add a new one,” he suggested shamelessly. He would have tried to build up, but after about a dozen orgasms, being direct shouldn’t be a problem. He unzipped his pants.

Her eyes widened. “While driving?”

“It isn’t as spicy as interrupted by vampires, I’ll tell you that,” he responded, smirking. “How about that, Anne,” he added, finally using her name.

She gulped. “I never … that…”

He smiled. “We have done a lot of things you haven’t done. If you don’t want to try, it’s fine—“

“I do,” she interrupted.

“Then let me take the lead if you’re feeling uncomfortable,” he suggested. “And, if you want to slow down or stop, just tap my leg, and I’ll let you pull back.” She smiled shyly, but nodded. “Naughty girl,” he whispered as he grabbed her hair, hard enough to pull hard, and pushed her down.

His shaft was pressing against the entrance of her throat immediately. Ordinarily, he wouldn’t have started it like that, but during their previous fun, Anne proved that she liked it rough. Rougher than he expected, considering her very limited experience.

One hand on the wheel, he repeatedly pushed her head down, each push invading her throat more, earning only moans of approval between her gags. “That’s it. Tongue underneath, and be careful of the teeth.”

She hummed, the tremor working wonders along his length.

She gagged and gasped, and when he looked at her, he found her eyes watering. But, she maintained eye contact perfectly, and his leg received no tap. As he suspected, she was enjoying it.

Immensely.

“That’s it, Anne. You’re amazing. You’re a good girl,” he said, careful to keep his dirty talk. That was one underrated benefit of Tantric, allowing him to tailor his dirty talk immediately based on small responses. And, Anne hated dirty talk when it got even slightly insulting than naughty girl. Even calling her a dirty girl had to be carefully timed. Affirmative language, on the other hand, worked wonders.

She was a sucker for praise.

He smirked, realizing the unintended pun as he continued to push her down, this time even his hips going up. She took it obediently, her grip on his legs controlled. He pushed deeper, testing, and she swallowed around him and stayed.

She took all of him, moaning happily, breathless. He was once again impressed. Going that far without a break was a challenge.

If the system wasn’t in its temporary cool-down state, he would have worked to see if he could spice it up with a little pause in the middle and make her climax, but with it, he decided not to do it. After all those orgasms, Anne owed him a little selfish indulgence.

She provided. Even when he turned her head into a little toy, each push lodging him into her throat fully, she just moaned. “Good,” he whispered as he fucked her throat even harder. “Anne, you’re magnificent.”

She stayed, even when he exploded with a last-second warning, filling her mouth. “Now, swallow,” he ordered.

She did her best, though some slipped down as she rose back, her breathing wild. “I can’t believe I did that,” she whispered, licking her lips.

He hummed. He didn’t tease her more, as they are at the campus already, and he didn’t want to create a scandal for her. Especially since he didn’t need to fight with Buffy anymore. Indirectly, he had already gotten everything the poor guy could provide him.

Well, technically, he could get extra by finding and fighting with Buffy depending on how the cooldown worked. He would have tried, but not at the cost of upsetting Anne.

He might be a rogue, but as he promised her, he was a dashing rogue. He didn’t want to upset his cute blonde friend just for a few extra points.

They parked. “Do I need to pick stakes from the trunk, just in case,” he suggested.

She giggled. “Don’t worry. I always keep some extra in my room.”

“Prepared, I like it,” he said, kissed her cheek before they stepped out of the car.

“You’re handling the existence of vampires better than I expected,” Anne said. “Most people struggle and chooses to forget.”

“I fail to see how that would help,” he responded. “They exist, and they kill people. Trying to ignore their presence hardly seems to be a smart idea,” he responded. “I don’t even know how likely one would die to a vampire, because there’s no government statistic for it.”

She shrugged. “Most people ignore and manages to forget, even after seeing them. They convince themselves that it’s a bad dream, adrenaline, temporary madness…”

He shrugged. It aligned with what Cordelia said. He suspected there was a magical reason for it, but he didn’t mention it. Hardly something Anne would know, one way or another.

She didn’t even rate as a minor character, meaning she shouldn’t be connected to the mystic side of the world. Though, that was more of a vague theory.

Instead of mentioning those, he remained silent until they arrived at her dorm. She quickly checked and found it empty. “Good, Willow is not here,” she said. Then, her eyes widened. “I mean, because we have a lot to talk about,” she said, blushing.

“Of course,” he said as he entered, acting as if he hadn’t noticed Anne subtly hanging a sock on the door before closing. “I need to know more about this vampire stuff.”

“How to avoid them,” she said.

“And, how to kill them more efficiently just in case,” he replied. “I mean, now that I know about them, I can’t turn my back on people,” he said. Admittedly, he might have ignored, but he was convinced that he would eventually find himself mixed up in such things one way or another.

“You can’t be serious. You’re just a normal human.”

He chuckled. “So are you, beautiful, but it doesn’t prevent you from nailing them from thirty meters.”

“Eighty-seven yards,” she corrected, and he chuckled. “And I’m not—“ she started, then paused weirdly, and continued with the sad tone. “I mean, you’re right. I’m just a normal girl. Ordinary. Boring.”

He laughed, understanding her concern. For some reason, her beauty had gone unnoticed. Her high school classmates must have been idiots. “You’re not boring or ordinary, Anne. You’re magnificent,” he replied.

He also removed his shirt. She blushed. “Well, I still need first aid … and maybe a sexy nurse to make sure my wounds are not infected.”

She blushed. “Fine, but take a shower first.”

“I can’t, what if I get attacked?” he teased her.

“Don’t worry. Dorm rooms are permanent enough that vampires can’t walk in,” she responded seriously.

He sighed. He was starting to understand how Anne’s beauty stayed unnoticed. Even if a few noticed, she probably missed the obvious signals. “Fine. I need help washing my back, then,” he said, and wrapped his hand to drag her to the shower.

“Oh,” she said, then her eyes widened. “Oh…”

“Right,” he said, undressing. Anne was shy while undressing, which was absurd considering what they had been doing the whole afternoon, but it made her even cuter, so he kept his mouth shut and slowed down his stripping to match her pace.

“You said you've dealt with vampires before,” she said.

“Yep, thrice not counting tonight, twice in London, and once in Los Angeles,” he said.

“How did you learn about them in the first place.”

Luckily, he had an easy story in place. It was even true … mostly. “I mean, I was lucky. Back in London, a weirdly posh guy visited my rundown gym. After gym, we went to the pub. While drunk, he started telling about a weird council he had just been fired from, which existed to hunt vampires.”

“And, you believed him?” she asked.

“Of course not. But, when you’re drunk in a pub, it’s not polite to call others delusional idiots. You sit and listen until it’s your turn to tell your nonsense story. Only after I faced a real vampire, I realized that he wasn’t delusional. Good thing, because I don’t even remember the name of the guy,” he added. “Do you know anything about them?”

He didn’t want to name Wesley just in case.

“A bit,” she said. “I heard they are called the Watcher's Council. They are based in London, but they are responsible for the whole world. Also, you shouldn’t talk about them much,” she warned. “I heard they can be very secretive.”

“Don’t anger the magical illuminati. Noted,” he said. “Still, it looks like my logic of coming here to avoid vampires was terrible. I just assumed the vampire issue is worse back home, with constant dreary weather, and California must be safer. It’s sunnier.”

“Yeah, the opposite is pretty much true,” Anne giggled. “Vampires are too egoist, so they gather in Los Angeles.”

“What about Sunnydale? It’s relatively small, isn’t it?”

“I heard there’s some kind of magical source pulling in vampires and other demons here,” she responded. “It’s the number one vampire hotspot in America.”

He didn’t ask her why she continued to stay in Sunnydale. She was smart enough to make the most obvious connection, meaning she had her reasons. Instead, he finished undressing

Anne was slower, so he was already in hot water when she arrived. It helped, especially since the scrapes stopped bleeding. Tantric didn’t cure him outright, but stopping the blood flow for scratches had been easy.

He waited until she was properly soaked, and the sweat and grime they had collected during their previous marathon had gone before he kissed her again. The shower was not big, but luckily Anne was perfectly compact.

He didn’t waste any time, pushing her against the wall, lifting her easily. She was light enough to make it very easy. She grabbed his shoulders on instinct, legs locking around his waist. He slipped inside, her core still wet.

Her back hit the wall with a wet slap. He held her there easily and moved.

“Harder,” she moaned.

“Magnificent,” he responded, kissing her as he followed that exact request, as if he was trying to shatter the ceramic wall.

He was feeling especially randy after the close call with death, and it seemed he wasn’t the only one. “I discovered another power of vampires,” he said, his hips drilling.

Her eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

“Killing them makes us horny …” he said, then smirked. “Well, hornier.”

“Shut up!” she said, blushing as she avoided his gaze, which suggested it might have worked even more intensely on her.

“Wait, is that why you returned to our date changed and horny—“ he started, but she found it too shameful to answer. But, she silenced him by kissing, so he played along.

Her reaction made it obviously true.

He fucked hard and fast, her legs tightening even worse. She climaxed even faster than he had expected, which was a slight pity since the system cooldown was still active, but as he felt her heels dig into his back, it was hard to feel truly disappointed.

Well, it was hard to feel anything other than pure euphoria; though what happened next challenged it. While Anne was busy climaxing, the bathroom door opened. It would have been very annoying, but considering the intruder was a cute redhead, he was amused instead.

Especially since she was only half-dressed, her shirt and bra removed. He guessed it was the roommate in question. Willow, he remembered Anne mentioning.

Yet, her half-naked state wasn’t the best part. No, that honor went to the fact that she just froze, her mouth open, shocked at the sight. He remembered Anne describing her as scatterbrained. It was an apt description.

Their current position meant Anne couldn’t see her due to looking the other way, and he kept his eyes mostly closed, letting her think that her intrusion had gone unnoticed.

Too bad that eventually Willow’s mind restarted, and she pulled back, even closing the door silently to not to alert them, unaware her plan had already half-failed.

A pity, but not enough to annoy him when he was buried deep in Anne’s core. She was just too amazing to be neglected.

&&&

“… really? You’re going to visit Sunnydale again. Are you mad?” Anne said.

They were having lunch once again, presumably so that Anne could say goodbye to him. The shower hadn’t been the end of their little fun, and they continued until he finally defeated her as promised, but it had been far harder than he expected.

Ultimately, it wasn’t her stamina that gave out, but the chain of orgasms had gotten too much when he truly let loose with Tantric. And, since she had been such an amazing ‘friend’ he decided to check with admissions to see if it was possible for him to take a few classes.

Naturally, they said no, which he informed Anne about; as well as the fact that he wanted to visit Sunnydale again. Soon.

“I’m not mad. My application might have been rejected, but I still need to learn more about vampires to defend myself, and you’re the only one that can teach me about them.” Her lips twitched. He squeezed her hand. “Look, I know you’re not an expert either, but every bit counts.”

She shuffled. “So, that’s all I am. A substandard vampire expert.”

He laughed as he leaned, kissing her until her feigned annoyance disappeared. “Of course not, but for everything else, would have driven you to Los Angeles rather than stay here. That’s also an option as well, if you want.”

She paused. He could see that she was tempted. “I can’t. My … I study here,” she said.

It was obvious that it wasn’t college that was holding her back, but he didn’t want to push her. “I know. That’s why I’ll visit again. A week, maybe two at most. I promise,” he said.

It was an easy promise to make. With the money from boxing, he was already comfortable financially, so he didn’t have to worry about work. Not to mention, with Expert Boxing, things should be even easier.

Also, Sunnydale had Buffy, who was the source of his rapid improvement.

Even if Anne stopped providing rewards as a proxy like Hermione did at some point, he could just find Buffy and start challenging him in an area he was weak in.

“Fine,” she whispered. “If you don’t, I’ll find you and kick your ass. I’m stronger than I look.”

He smiled, and kissed her again.

The idea of Anne trying to throw him around was just too amusing…