⟪ for a woman who has spent the better part of the last years concealing certain aspects of her nature from mortal men (only to find herself afflicted with changes of a far more dire nature in this world), there is something very strange about the simple stride with which he accepts this revelation. even aids her in it, holding her steady, lowering himself so he no longer stands so tall.
two things do her already shattering resolve in: the touch, for one, and the fact that he is warm, for another. the unnatural body heat she used to live with for the past centuries has been undone here, and now, warmth draws her in more than ever before, if at all possible. one more, near-controlled breath, and then she's moved against him where he's seated, smoothing down the flap of his collar with careful fingers, touching the strange, soft fabric of his shirt.
then she leans in, first merely pressing her lips to the point where his pulse beats the hottest, then shifting slightly lower as to not injure the most critical spot. if he does not stop her now, sharp teeth will follow the softer touch of her lips, break the skin, and offer her relief in the taste of his blood. ⟫
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⟪ for a woman who has spent the better part of the last years concealing certain aspects of her nature from mortal men (only to find herself afflicted with changes of a far more dire nature in this world), there is something very strange about the simple stride with which he accepts this revelation. even aids her in it, holding her steady, lowering himself so he no longer stands so tall.
two things do her already shattering resolve in: the touch, for one, and the fact that he is warm, for another. the unnatural body heat she used to live with for the past centuries has been undone here, and now, warmth draws her in more than ever before, if at all possible. one more, near-controlled breath, and then she's moved against him where he's seated, smoothing down the flap of his collar with careful fingers, touching the strange, soft fabric of his shirt.
then she leans in, first merely pressing her lips to the point where his pulse beats the hottest, then shifting slightly lower as to not injure the most critical spot. if he does not stop her now, sharp teeth will follow the softer touch of her lips, break the skin, and offer her relief in the taste of his blood. ⟫