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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]

[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]

[never_very_good]

How dead is dead?

[eiremagic]

[She laughs]

So how dead is dead, Frankie?

[never_very_good]

Not that dead.

[This time when he leans in, he doesn't bite.]

[eiremagic]

[She kisses him; even if there's the taste of blood on his lips, she doesn't mind it]

[never_very_good]

[He's careful, more than he needs to be, not to bite, not even to graze her with the edge of a tooth. Old habit, not that he had that much practice.]

[eiremagic]

[She kisses him back and pulls his hand back down to her waistline]

Hey, boyo.

[never_very_good]

[It doesn't take much coaxing.]

Sure this isn't too weird?

[eiremagic]

When've I don't something I don't want?

[never_very_good]

[Good point. So he doesn't answer. He just keeps going.]