[Tyler maybe understand the whole 'being a supernatural freak' thing, and he may understand that she has to drink blood to survive but he's not entirely sure that he could just sit there and watch. He walks over to lean against the car, his arms folded across his chest, his back to her] I won't watch. [But if he hears her gagging or something? He'll be back by her side in an instant]
[She slowly moves towards the trunk of her car, popping it with her key and reaching for the mini-cooler Stefan had gotten her. He told her to always keep some with her in case something happened. So the cooler was hooked up to the cigarette lighter/plug in the back of her car, with three blood bags inside. She opens the cooler slowly, warily, her eyes closing as she reaches for one. She feels sick immediately even though she can't see it. She can smell it and her stomach practically rolls with nausea and with the need for it.
She glances up to see Tyler with his back to her and she glances around to make sure no one is watching before she pulls the bag to her mouth, putting the spout there. Maybe she can just lie and say she ate.]
[He believes that if she lies about eating, he'll be able to tell. He knows Caroline, he'll be able to tell if she's lying, right? He doesn't exactly see Caroline as a good liar anyway. Plus, he's sure he'll be able to smell the blood on her breath if she eats. Sure, his sense of smell isn't really tuned to blood like he's sure a vampires is, but blood just has a distinctive smell. He thinks he would know. He turns his head just enough to see that she's still there (and that she hasn't gotten afraid of the blood and run off or something) but he quickly turns back to face forward before she notices, afraid to spook her or something] You okay, Care?
Y-Yeah. I'm fine. [She stares at the bag, knowing that she can't lie. She's an awful liar. She can avoid like no one's business but she cannot lie to his face. She exhales softly before she leans forward to stick the 'straw' into her mouth, pulling on it. First it's only air but a second later, there's a rush of blood.
She sputters for a moment, letting out a cough before it hits her. That blood lust, the thing that supposedly drives her. She tastes the blood on her tongue and suddenly the hunger has caught up with her. She falls to her knees, hiding her face into the trunk as she sucks the first bag dry before her face even has a chance to really change. She hastily grabs the second, moving to feed from the second.]
Caroline? [He turns quickly when she coughs, concern flashing in his eyes, but his faces pales almost immediately when he sees the way she's drinking down the blood. His eyes widen a little, but he quickly turns his back to her again. If she notices him watching her, she might stop before she's had her fill. He awkwardly toes at the ground with his shoe and shoves his hands into his pocket, trying desperately to ignore the sounds of her drinking]
[So consumed by the blood, she doesn't hear him say her name. And in a moment she'll feel bad that he could hear her. But for now, she drinks the second bag a little slower. Once she's done, she drops the bag into the cooler next to the first. The third bag is ignored in favor of her slipping down to sit on the ground. She's breathing deep, heavy breaths as she tries to get the veins on her face to retract. She feels so much better, she can feel her body immediately responding to having that much blood after so long. She feels full but as usual, she feels like she can have more. Always.
But she doesn't. She's careful wipe her mouth, though she didn't make a mess, she realizes that Tyler probably won't want to kiss her any time soon or even get close to her. And the thought makes her heart sink a little even if she can feel herself turning back to normal.]
[The sounds stop. The sounds stop and he turns toward her yet again] Caroline? [He repeats her name, then he moves to kneel by her side, his hand resting on her shoulder. His other hand moves to her face and his fingers run lightly over the fading veins around her eyes. Seeing her like this is still odd, probably always will be, but it doesn't scare him or anything. It's not like he's sure it should be]
[He's in no danger, she has no urge to bite him or feed on him. That time has honestly past. The idea of hurting the people she cares about is so repulsive that she isn't tempted by their blood. Not like when she first turned. But when he touches her, she flinches because she still doesn't like anyone to see her like that, especially now that it's been pounded into her that she's a monster by her own father.] I'm okay. [She reassures him quietly, avoiding his gaze for a moment, her voice quiet--] I feel better.
[There's nothing about him that says he thinks she's a monster. He doesn't. He can't. There's something so very not right about the werewolf calling the vampire a monster. She has to know that he'll never think of her as a monster. She does know that, doesn't she? He lets his hand drop of her face and he sits back on his heels] You're really okay? With the whole... everything?
[Rationally? She knows that he'd be the last one to have the right to call her a monster. Because if she was, he was. However neither of them had chosen this life for themselves.
She feels ridiculous sitting on the ground behind her car near the town square but she feels overwhelmed. A part of her feels sick, like her skin is itching... No, burning because she drank the blood. But at the same time, the real part of her feels so much better, her dizziness and weakness seems to have disappeared.] Yeah. I'm okay. [She manages a tiny laugh, finally looking at him.] But I do feel stupid for sitting on the ground.
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[Caroline's nervous, beyond nervous. It's not like it's her first time or even her second time. But this is Matt. This isn't some senior boy who managed to convince her to 'go all the way' in the back seat of his crappy car. This is Matt Donovan, the boy she loves, the first boy she really truly loves. They'd gotten close to doing this before, but something always interrupted them in the middle of a super hot make-out sessions.
And right now, she's pulling him into his bedroom with every intention of 'going all the way' with him. His house is empty, the sounds of their intermingling breaths echo, a brief reminder that Matt lives there alone. Usually deft fingers fumble with the hem of his shirt as she tries to frantically tug it up and over his head, her lips breathlessly desperate to return to his as soon as they can.]
[He helps her with the shirt by lifting his arms up overhead, toeing off his shoes as she drags the thing off him. She tastes like cola and chewing gum when she kisses him. He stumbles a little over his feet, stepping on a sock half off his foot, catching his heel as he steps backward. He's able to catch her around the waist as he tumbles backward, hitting the bed, dragging her with him, on top of him, laughing.
As soon as she's pressed all up against him, both of them shifting, shuffling so they're fully on his bed, he stops, his heart's racing, and looking up at her, he just knows. This is it.
He smiles at her, brushing a golden curtain of hair out of her face so he can see her, take her in, pull her close enough to start kissing her again.]
[She makes a sound as they topple backwards and he takes her down with her. But then she's laughing right with him as they shift on the bed, moving backward, hips connecting every so often, her bare thighs under her dress brushing against the tops of his jean clad. It's a good way to defuse any tension, to help her relax, however, the moment he smiles up at her like he does, she feels her heart start to race.
This is it. She feels it too, she knows it with the way he pulls her down for a kiss, the motion far less frantic than the make out session they had on the couch only moments before. Her kiss is slow, soulful, as if to tell him that she's ready for this, ready for this step because she is. With her lips still pressing to his, she shifts above him, sitting astride his lap, her hands sliding gently up his chest just to touch.]
[His mouth falls open at her small hands on his chest, warm and soft and touching him. Of course it's not the first time she's touches him, not the first time her skin's been pressed hot and explorative to his, but it still feels different, new somehow in the sameness of it all. He gasps, the way she's straddling him, her bare knees not quite touching his hips, but close enough that he can feel the heat of her skin radiating against his. He breaks the kiss, palms sliding up her thighs, hands catching handfuls of her skirt, locking gazes with her again.] Care...?
[He asks because he wants her to be certain, because if she's teasing him about being ready, if he's this close to showing her how much he (loves? no, not loves, not yet but...maybe) feels for her and he has to back down, he thinks his heart might stop cold.]
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She glances up to see Tyler with his back to her and she glances around to make sure no one is watching before she pulls the bag to her mouth, putting the spout there. Maybe she can just lie and say she ate.]
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She sputters for a moment, letting out a cough before it hits her. That blood lust, the thing that supposedly drives her. She tastes the blood on her tongue and suddenly the hunger has caught up with her. She falls to her knees, hiding her face into the trunk as she sucks the first bag dry before her face even has a chance to really change. She hastily grabs the second, moving to feed from the second.]
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But she doesn't. She's careful wipe her mouth, though she didn't make a mess, she realizes that Tyler probably won't want to kiss her any time soon or even get close to her. And the thought makes her heart sink a little even if she can feel herself turning back to normal.]
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She feels ridiculous sitting on the ground behind her car near the town square but she feels overwhelmed. A part of her feels sick, like her skin is itching... No, burning because she drank the blood. But at the same time, the real part of her feels so much better, her dizziness and weakness seems to have disappeared.] Yeah. I'm okay. [She manages a tiny laugh, finally looking at him.] But I do feel stupid for sitting on the ground.
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And right now, she's pulling him into his bedroom with every intention of 'going all the way' with him. His house is empty, the sounds of their intermingling breaths echo, a brief reminder that Matt lives there alone. Usually deft fingers fumble with the hem of his shirt as she tries to frantically tug it up and over his head, her lips breathlessly desperate to return to his as soon as they can.]
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As soon as she's pressed all up against him, both of them shifting, shuffling so they're fully on his bed, he stops, his heart's racing, and looking up at her, he just knows. This is it.
He smiles at her, brushing a golden curtain of hair out of her face so he can see her, take her in, pull her close enough to start kissing her again.]
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This is it. She feels it too, she knows it with the way he pulls her down for a kiss, the motion far less frantic than the make out session they had on the couch only moments before. Her kiss is slow, soulful, as if to tell him that she's ready for this, ready for this step because she is. With her lips still pressing to his, she shifts above him, sitting astride his lap, her hands sliding gently up his chest just to touch.]
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[He asks because he wants her to be certain, because if she's teasing him about being ready, if he's this close to showing her how much he (loves? no, not loves, not yet but...maybe) feels for her and he has to back down, he thinks his heart might stop cold.]
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