The Firebird and it's Owner.

With his own legs, Aphelion spread hers and let her drop gently onto him. His hands moved onto the shirt now, slowly rolling it up until it was just above her chest.

Shivering again, her aura would manifest in its blanket form, her teeth drawing blood at the suddenness of her movements, groaning lightly.

Aphelion stopped paying attention to the bite pain. Instead, he brought her so that their chests touched together. This is as far as I can go without doing something awful.

He picked his laptop back up and, letting her still bite him, logged back into the game to continue with quests.

Evidently agitated by the noises of the laptop, she would release another groan, strength starting to return as the tips of her teeth are tainted red by the blood slowly escaping the bite mark barely centimetres away from his blood vessels.

Aphelion put his hand on Aoife's head and stroked it, "Sleep if you must..." while at the same time trying to figure out how to turn down the volume of the laptop.

Only being taken more and more out of her slumber by the stroking, she would shift, her mouth not detaching from his neck as she drools onto him, inadvertently starting to give him a hickey as she sucks his skin somewhat, the odd groan now becoming increasingly common.

Aphelion laughed quietly. Yet again delaying his level 100 goal, he put the laptop away and got up, holding Aoife like a baby, letting her suck his skin while he rocked her softly and started to sing a lullaby to her, quietly and lovingly.

Going back to sleep, the last part would be her bite being released, her arms loosely around his waist while even her aura fades into nothingness, the heat it provided being stopped at the source.

Seeing that she fell asleep, Aphelion gently put her back in his bed. He went to the toilet to wet the flannel again and tied it to his forehead. Then he returned to tuck her into bed and started scavenging his supplies for some food. Finding mostly alcohol, he finally remembered where he stashed his food and produced two breakfast bars, leaving one by Aoife and opening the other one to eat it before sitting down on the ground... and passing out from not getting enough sleep, the unbitten bar still in his mouth and the bite trickling with a small stream of blood.

Aoife gets up a few hours later, it being dawn as she quite literally rolls out of the bed and hits the ground with a loud thump. Groaning heavily, she would scrunch up her face as she tastes a small amount of dry blood in her mouth, quickly using a finger to see if it is from her and still bleeding.

Through Aoife's sleep, Aphelion has managed to get enough strength to eat the breakfast bar while asleep without choking on it. There was a small blood streak on his chest, going from her bite all the way to his waist. Despite that, he still wasn't back to consciousness, although he breathed steadily.

Still half asleep, she wouldn't notice the blood streak and just crawls over to him, placing her head on his lap while the rest of her body would go to curl around him, making her cat like purring again in an attempt to get his attention.

Aphelion snickered in his sleep, not noticing Aoife's appearance. Only upon hearing the purr, he opened his eyes lazily and, still half-asleep, ran his hand down Aoife's back, from the top of her spine to her would-be tail, "What's a small... no, big. What's a big kitty doing here?" he mumbled out a question.

Aoife herself not realising her clothing is significantly less than when she went to sleep, she just continues acting like a cat, rubbing up against him with her back and purring more loudly, though she would gasp under her breath as she accidentally cracks the joints in her back, a loud noise coming from them.

Waking up and realizing it was Aoife and not a kitten, he was going to take her off of himself but noticed that she kept purring. Instead, he laughed and continued stroking her, asking "Does kitty want a tummy rub?"

Nuzzling him slightly as a response, she would finally speak, it being in as asleep of a tone as she looks, though it would still have an attempted cat tone to it, "Aye sir!"

''Did my kitty have a good rest?'' he asked, grabbing her at the head and knees, stretching to rest his head on her stomach as he started to rub it with his forehead.

Yelping slightly, she would rub her eyes slightly, saying as she speaks, "It was cold, did you leave the window open? And why are you headbutting me? That's not a rub."

"To answer your question, you wriggled out of your gear mid-sleep and I didn't want to wake you by fixing it. To answer the second one, I wanted to do this." he brought his mouth to her stomach and started blowing into it, "If you sleep like a baby I'll treat you like a baby."

Giggling loudly at his actions, she would try squirming out of his grip, though it would be somewhat impeded by her body shaking from the fits of laughter, evidently trying to tell him to stop but failing to articulate a response.

To add to Aoife's torture, Aphelion moved his hand across to her feet and started tickling her, not letting up his blowing, "You little vampire."

Now starting to tear up, she would try to get her feet away from him, her squirming now stopping as she focuses on not letting him tickle her feet. Trying to speak, it would be little more than laughing with words, "S-Stop! I gi-give up! N-Not the feet!"

Aphelion burst out laughing himself as he withdrew, putting her down on his knees and reaching to his bed where he left her breakfast bar, "Here, now that you're definitely awake, have a bite."

Looking first at the bar, she would notice the bite mark and blood from it, her attention now entirely on it, "How did you get that?" With that she would lick the tip of one of her fingers and start trying to wipe away the dried stream from his waist up.

"Well, remember what I did to you when I was asleep? You've done something similar, but you were rougher. Then again, I like it rough..." he said, patting her on the head, before bursting out in laughter, "You were so much like a baby I had to pick you up and lull you while you were still stuck in your snack."

Pouting, she would poke him rather hard before continuing to wipe at the blood, "S-Sorry, and what do you mean I was like a baby? I am the one who acts like the adult between us. Idiot."

He smooched Aoife on the cheek, '''It does seem like you like my rocking back and forth and my lullaby.'' he poked his bite, ''And you suck very well, too bad not lower though.'' he giggled at his own lewd joke.