A whole new world!

"Honestly, I don't think I have it in my to be a bridezilla - Mostly because I would want to wear something out of the ordinary; Perhaps a short dress in a light lavender color; You would probably be more comfortable in dark colors, but for your jacket I would place a handkerchief that would match my dress," she said. She was clearly just thinking of what they both liked. Shaking her head a little she chuckled. "I actually don't really care what we would wear, rather I would want to focus on what we would get to eat afterwards; Aiden would probably insist on making something nice, but I would like to go out to celebrate," she said. As funny as she had been before, her eyes turned vulnerable as she looked at him. Was she seriously already thinking of marriage? She knew she wanted to be with him, but binding ones self through matrimony was not just being girlfriend and boyfriend. She moved closer to him, kissing his cheek softly. "I'm not really funny, am I?" she chuckled, feeling a little hopeless, but instead of making fun of the whole ordeal, she was actually thinking about it. Frowning a little she looked at him. "Would you actually marry me - I mean, not now, but in the future? Is that something you're considering?" she asked.

Buffy chuckled at his words about her growing tired of him, making her shake her head. "Oh no, how could I ever get tired of being with you?" she said, smiling at him in the lights coming from the dance floor. She could feel the alcohol working in her system, and for good measure she took another sip of her drink. Then she leaned in closer to him, letting her lips grace his, but never really planting a kiss against him. "Tell me, what does a soul taste like?" she asked softly, yet awfully alluring.

It was true that Buffy at times could be quite wild, but she also for some reason knew in her heart that she had met her soulmate in Baal. Despite everything and them having to be a secret, she still found herself in awe every time she saw him. With just one look from those green eyes she could be transported to a world just meant for the two of them.
As he went on to explain the taste of a soul, she listened intently. It wasn't that she was disgusted, not at all, she was actually just very curious. The way he cupped her cheek made her smile, and as he spoke about the taste of real people being different than the company produced ones, made her wonder. "Do you ever look at me and feel - I don't know - Hungry?" she asked. She found it a little strange that she was asking, but she just had to know. "And does taste differ from species to species?" she asked tilting her head, kissing his thumb that was drawing circles on her lower lip.

"I'd probably only look at them and feel hungry if I had been starving beforehand," she said in a pondering tone. As he went on to explain that one stood out from the other, she frowned a little, looking down, and it was clear that he noticed. He was quick to comfort her, but she was unsure if his clarification actually brought her any comfort at all. She leaned closer to him, kissing his cheek softly, moving her kisses to his earlobe. "If food tastes different to you, how does things like the wind and snow feel against your skin?" she whispered almost as if she was seducing him with questions. She was curious, and she had no prohibitions any more because of her feeling a bit tipsy. Besides, her family had never wanted to answer her many questions about the daemon race, so now was perhaps just a time for her to ask everything. "And ... How about my lips? Do they ... taste strangely or do they feel different from other types of lips?" she asked, leaning away to look in to his eyes.

Buffy felt her breath get a bit heavy as she felt the pull from him. It was mind blowing for her that with just his presence she could feel her body react so strongly. Being a little drunk, combined with how close they were sitting, didn't really help with her heart beat calming down, but she was not moving away now. His low seductive tone sent pleasant chills down her spine, making her blush slightly, mostly because she felt very much the same about him. How was it possible that a daemon could be this attentive to her every need? He leaned closer to her, and feeling his breath hit her ear, made her shudder with ecstasy, listening to his words that just made her push herself a little closer to him. It should've been illegal to be this attracted to someone, but she would've gladly gone to jail if she could just feel like this forever. Her lips separated, wanting to say something just as alluring as his words had been, but she found herself at a loss for words. He leaned away again, and she took a deep breath, smiling a bit at his words. "Is it a good feeling?" she asked. She knew that alcohol and flirting could end up with a lot of emotions, but she still felt safe with him. If anything she felt herself think things that she would've never thought of herself doing. "Do you want to go out and get some fresh air?" she asked, touching his cheek with a few fingers, feeling her own heart beating faster than ever.

She followed him, making sure she had his hand firmly in hers the whole way. Outside the fresh air hit her face, making her smile. The dim lighting above showed just how much she was actually blushing, mostly from the alcohol, but also from being so close to Baal. She watched as he leaned against the wall, and she walked closer to him, standing in front of him. Buffy knew he was worried, and sure she was as well, but this part of town, most people didn't care. She reached out, taking his hand that was marked, placing it on her hip and pushing herself closer to him. "Don't worry," she whispered sweetly, looking up at him with a smile on her lips. She knew it wasn't fair to put either of them in a risky situation, but right now the light was too dim for anyone to care what race another one was. And even if they were caught, denial was always a possibility as Buffy was clearly intoxicated. Leaning up she kissed him gently, however only if he wanted to. She could understand if he wanted to keep his distance, but she was caught up in needing to be close to him. "Maybe we should get a hotel ... It's quite the walk from here to your place," she whispered, feeling a rush in her stomach.

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