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[agilebrit]

She laid herself on top of him, trailing a series of kisses up his arm, maneuvering him to his back, and continuing the kisses to his throat. He tilted his head automatically, and she froze for a second before rearing back and tapping his nose with her forefinger. “I'm in this for the long haul, puppy. I'm not letting you drive me away to save me pain or whatever it is you think you're doing.” She buried her fangs in his throat then, and warmth suffused down into his chest and loosened the knot that had taken up permanent residence around his heart.

He tangled his hand in her hair and held her there, almost wishing she'd just drain him. He gradually became aware that the only thing between his chest and hers was the thin cotton of her t-shirt--he was shirtless and she was braless and the warmth had spread to his groin and pooled under his boxers. He was in a state of undress that hid nothing, and she was trying to distract him...

And succeeding rather handily.

“Ange.” His voice was hoarse.

Her fangs disengaged. She hadn't taken much, when all was said and done. “Aye?” she asked against his collarbone.

He sucked in a deep breath. “You don't have to--” He stopped, turned his face away. A tear escaped from under his closed eyelid before he regained control of himself.

She turned his head back with a finger on his chin and kissed the damp trail. “I want to. If you do.”

“I do. I don't. Hell, I have no idea.” He squeezed her. “We shouldn't. It's wrong.” His conscience had been making noise at him again, ever since he'd started seeing Janni. He'd tried to drown it out without success, with sex and booze and exercise. Maybe listening to it for once would still it.

“Back to that again? You'll give me whiplash, puppy.”

“Sorry.” He tried to take a deep breath. Failed. Gave in. “Whatever you want, Ange. I'm tired of fighting. Can't fight you too.”

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