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[never_very_good]

[VIDEO]

These weekends, always a fucking mess. Guess I'm just glad we have heavy curtains.

[Same old frown, but he's looking paler than usual. More observant viewers might notice the strangeness of his eyes-- pale yellow, slightly reflective when he moves.]

Last time was worse, I guess. Still.

Waste of a weekend.



[ooc; physically age-reversed into undeadness. may use good_at_this for comments but probably won't bother ;3]

Comments

[eiremagic]

Least you remember.

Hungry?

[never_very_good]

Fuck. Like nothing else.

[Almost a laugh, kind of a pained and nervous one.]

Think I can make it to sunset, go down to the bar.

[eiremagic]

What kind of girlfriend do you take me for?

[She pulls her shirt down.]

[never_very_good]

[The best one in the world, with that offer. If he had a heartbeat it'd be pounding; he reaches for her without really meaning to.]

You don't have to. [It's a feeble defense. Biting is a luxury he was never allowed, after all.] Hurts, even if you don't catch it.

[eiremagic]

I'mma big girl, Frankie. I know what a bite feels like.

[She looks at him for a second and takes her shirt off]

It's okay, yeah?

[good_at_this]

Fuck.

[He breathes, places a hand on her breastbone to feel her heartbeat. It's not remotely a romantic thing. He's given up saying no, at least; he leans in close.]

Once.

[eiremagic]

[She moves in close]

Once.

[Her skin is hot]

What's your favorite bloodtype?

[never_very_good]

Couldn't afford to be picky.

[His lips rest a second on the pulse at her throat.]

Don't have to do anything special.

[eiremagic]

AB neg, then.

[That's Eden's usual bloodtype]

Bite.

[good_at_this]

[He doesn't need to be told twice. Bite he does, leaning in to bear her down towards the mattress. Fuck, there's nothing like it.]

[eiremagic]

[She reaches around his neck, her eyes fluttering shut for a long moment as she absorbs the pain. Her blood changes, then, immunizing against the virus, and she makes a high, keening noise.

It almost sounds like sex]

[good_at_this]

[He's never bitten anyone who didn't fight it; her reaction melts his reservations, and his hand slides down to cup her breast while he drinks.

He's not starving, he doesn't need much; but he tries to draw it out, tongue pressed against the little wound on her throat.]

[eiremagic]

[She takes deep breaths; his hand on her breast makes her arch up a little into it, and she waits. The burn isn't pleasant but she's had worse before]

Cara?

[good_at_this]

[He makes a small noise in the back of his throat, a subdued moan of satisfaction. Stopping isn't easy, but he manages to pull back, licking his jaws clean.]

Too much?

[eiremagic]

No. I'm fine.

[She looks up at him, her smile very slightly shy]

[never_very_good]

[He flicks a thumb over a stray trickle, licks it clean, and then he meets her eyes. The fingers on his other hand drift down towards her waistband.]

[eiremagic]

[Her blood, for better or worse, is very good, and she raises her hips a little]

Good?

[never_very_good]

[With his experience he ought to be more of a connoisseur. It matters more that it's hers, that it's freely given. Well-fed, he's much less on edge.]

More than good. [And being less distracted by her blood, he grins in a way that must be familiar by now.]

[eiremagic]

You look like you just had an orgasm.

[never_very_good]

Blood's better, when you're dead.

[eiremagic]

Lucky for me you're not really dead.

[never_very_good]

A couple days, not so bad.

[Hand on her hip.]

[eiremagic]

I'll live.

[never_very_good]

You asked me a question one time...

[eiremagic]

Which one?

[Her neck is sore but she's got her head on the pillow so no weight]