"Something tells me they weren't asking as nicely as I know how..."
It was all playful banter, of course, but below that Max could sense the seed of truth. He liked this softer side of her very much, but just as with all fanged creatures, he never forgot the darker parts of their nature. He simply knew how to forgive it, or maybe to see past it. He didn't doubt for a moment she'd killed many, or that she could kill him. But he was willing to stake his neck on the trust that tonight she would deliver only la petite mort.
"Funny," he chuckled as he leaned in, "I thought that was my line."
His tongue dragged down her neck, cleaning up the wine that dribbled there first, then he pursed his lips and pressed them to the puddle of red that pooled in her cleavage. He drank, but his eyes stayed lifted to her face the whole time. And when the pool ran dry, his lapped at her breasts, like licking up the last of a sweet treat off a lovely china plate, delicately, carefully. Everything tasted better when served this way.
"Think I missed a spot," he murmured, lifting his head so he could graze his tongue over her chin too, then up for another long wine-flavored kiss. It would leave both their lips stained red when he pulled away.
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Date: 2021-04-07 05:24 pm (UTC)It was all playful banter, of course, but below that Max could sense the seed of truth. He liked this softer side of her very much, but just as with all fanged creatures, he never forgot the darker parts of their nature. He simply knew how to forgive it, or maybe to see past it. He didn't doubt for a moment she'd killed many, or that she could kill him. But he was willing to stake his neck on the trust that tonight she would deliver only la petite mort.
"Funny," he chuckled as he leaned in, "I thought that was my line."
His tongue dragged down her neck, cleaning up the wine that dribbled there first, then he pursed his lips and pressed them to the puddle of red that pooled in her cleavage. He drank, but his eyes stayed lifted to her face the whole time. And when the pool ran dry, his lapped at her breasts, like licking up the last of a sweet treat off a lovely china plate, delicately, carefully. Everything tasted better when served this way.
"Think I missed a spot," he murmured, lifting his head so he could graze his tongue over her chin too, then up for another long wine-flavored kiss. It would leave both their lips stained red when he pulled away.