Ari has completed the enchantment of a very nice sword for his client. After some cooing over him being cute about a boy and some distress about him being cute about a vampire, Sally taught him the window enchantment (it's actually quite simple, you just jargon jargon wizardry words that don't make sense) and sent him on his merry way. The sun has finally set, and he's strolling past the Magic Box deliberating over whether to go in and see if they'd like some shiny rocks.
Mark giggles and resumes the appearance of humanity. "I love you." The bite mark is still bleeding a little; he eyes it speculatively, then licks it.
Ari squirms energetically. "That is- sensitive. God. Oh my god, oh my- god, okay."
"You're delicious," says Mark. "And adorable." He is eyeing that bite mark speculatively again.
"I may be... a bit too postcoital for that at the moment. But I can get my bloodflow back in a bit, I think." Ari decides that he is insufficiently flopped on Mark. He corrects this. And he is insufficiently kissing Mark, which is another thing he corrects.
Mmmmmmm, kisses. Lovely lovely kisses. What a fantastic dark alley this is. Nice and dark and quiet and not egregiously uncuddlesome.
Sunnydale's dark alleyways are suspiciously well-maintained! It's quite convenient.
For once Mark is too busy to theorize. He can find out what the hell is up with that later. Right now he is kissing Ari and that is much more important.
Ari is glad of this set of priorities! It is convenient to his own, which also place kissing higher than most things at the moment.
Kisses are so good. Ari is so good. Cuddles on mysteriously cleanish pavement in a dark alley are so good. Everything is so good. Mark is very very happy.
After some time of this, Ari bestirs himself. "We should get back to your crypt for the window thing! And getting you a bed. Let's get a bed and go back to the crypt."
More kisses! And then a cleaning spell, and then clothing. (Magic is so convenient. Cleaning spells!)
Mark keeps stealing glances at the bite on Ari's neck.
Ari's hand occasionally wanders to it. It's tingly. And also painful. That's a good combination.
In defiance of the narration, Ari leads Mark out of the alley and towards the 24-hour Bed Bath and Beyond. (Most establishments in Sunnydale are 24-hour, for reasons their managers are reluctant to discuss.)
Mark holds Ari's hand. And occasionally hugs him. Because he is delightful.
The 24-hour Bed Bath and Beyond is brightly lit and staffed by nonjudgmental sales personnel! They show the happy couple a variety of mattresses without pointing out their blatantly obvious postcoital glow or the even more obvious hole in Ari's neck.
The obvious hole and the relevant glow are noticed by some folks who may be more judgmental, though.
As are Mark's satisfied glances.
What the fuck is up with this town?
He does quietly point out, "I don't actually have any money, you know."
"And I do! Funny how these things work out, me having money and being able to spend it on people I love."
Aww. Well, now Mark needs to kiss him. Does Mark care about upsetting any nearby glaring lurkers by climbing Ari like a tree in order to accomplish kisses? No. He does not care about that in the slightest.
Ari similarly does not care! Neither do the indulgent sales clerks. They're used to honeymooners, though rarely such acrobatic ones.
Johanna makes sure that she glares more instead of acknowledging that the vampire and his weird boyfriend are really cute. She's in character as a bitter homophobic soccer mom, she can't go around cooing at adorable queer demons. And anyway, it is super fucking weird.
"I love you," says Mark. He gives Ari one more kiss and then drops back to the floor. Time to express mattress opinions! He has many opinions. Whatever they get had better be able to survive the trip over a bloody twelve-foot iron fence.