I'm going to be AFK tomorrow...

So Snippet Saturday is coming a day early. I had a hard time choosing today, and there may come a point where I start posting stuff out of order just to confuse you. Today is not that day, however. I'm not even going to set this up. Just...have it. *evil laughter*

She swallowed deeply, and she made sure he enjoyed it. One pint. Two. His arms around her loosened as he lost strength. "I...Ange? What..." They fell, slack, to his sides. She massaged his shoulders and continued to suck.

"Shh." More drinking. Her tears were soaking his neck. She'd taken a lot, now--

And she pushed herself off.

Bloody hell. She buried her face in the pillow and cried.

"Mmph." Ben rolled onto his side and flopped his arm across her back. "Ange? What...what was that? What's the matter?"

Her voice was muffled in the pillow. "They said no."

"Did they." His fingers combed through her hair, very slowly, while his heart audibly banged in his chest, way too fast. "And so, that was you..."

"Trying to kill you, aye." She pounded her fist on the bed. "And I couldn't do it."

"A for effort...I guess." Breathing. "Feels like you...about half-succeeded..."

"I'm sorry, puppy. Oh, god. I'm so selfish."

"Well, you know. They'll put me back on the table. And my mind will go. And then it won't be me anymore." His hand never stopped stroking her hair. "You can kill what's left."

She rolled over and sobbed into his chest, while he shushed her, weakly, and tried to make her feel better about...not killing him.

Oh, god.

Comments are love. ♥

*cracks knuckles* Okay. Two thousand words isn't going to write itself.

I'm going to be AFK tomorrow...

So Snippet Saturday is coming a day early. I had a hard time choosing today, and there may come a point where I start posting stuff out of order just to confuse you. Today is not that day, however. I'm not even going to set this up. Just...have it. *evil laughter*

She swallowed deeply, and she made sure he enjoyed it. One pint. Two. His arms around her loosened as he lost strength. "I...Ange? What..." They fell, slack, to his sides. She massaged his shoulders and continued to suck.

"Shh." More drinking. Her tears were soaking his neck. She'd taken a lot, now--

And she pushed herself off.

Bloody hell. She buried her face in the pillow and cried.

"Mmph." Ben rolled onto his side and flopped his arm across her back. "Ange? What...what was that? What's the matter?"

Her voice was muffled in the pillow. "They said no."

"Did they." His fingers combed through her hair, very slowly, while his heart audibly banged in his chest, way too fast. "And so, that was you..."

"Trying to kill you, aye." She pounded her fist on the bed. "And I couldn't do it."

"A for effort...I guess." Breathing. "Feels like you...about half-succeeded..."

"I'm sorry, puppy. Oh, god. I'm so selfish."

"Well, you know. They'll put me back on the table. And my mind will go. And then it won't be me anymore." His hand never stopped stroking her hair. "You can kill what's left."

She rolled over and sobbed into his chest, while he shushed her, weakly, and tried to make her feel better about...not killing him.

Oh, god.

Comments are love. ♥

*cracks knuckles* Okay. Two thousand words isn't going to write itself.