Definitely some sexual frustration last night. Enough that I was still awake to wish Tara good luck in the morning before she left. Not that I couldn't have done something about it, maybe got myself some sleep, but it didn't seem right, her right in the other room, and me wanting her so much - too much - that I had to find my own pleasure when I'd ruined hers earlier.

Anyway.

I slept later, once she left, knowing without the sound of her I wouldn't get caught concentrating on the sound of her heartbeat and end up not sleeping a wink.

Well, some blood, a wickedly hot shower, and some black clothes later, I was in Caritas being handed yet another pink drink by my favorite green demon and getting a pat on the shoulder with the words, "stick with her, Angelcakes, you're doing the right thing. You're doing the right thing, Angelpie," muttered like a breeze past my ear.

I raised an eyebrow and set the drink back on the bar, watching Tara work, trying to wait patiently until her shift was over.