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A/N: Drabble fill for the Halloween Challenge at Fag Ends with the prompt "Paprika." Paprika is hot and sweet.

He doesn't drink from her.

He's got enough sense left in his Slayer-muddled brain to know better than to try that.

He's dizzy enough from the rush of her, from the way her scent clings to his sheets and from the way her hair catches the light. The wild look in her eyes when she comes to him in the late night, graveyard dirt clinging to her coat.

He still knows the taste of her, even without drinking. Still sets his lips to hers, drags his tongue across her sweat-damp skin. Hot and sweet and burning against his skin.