agilebrit | And, since I'm here... (Reply)

Monday Maunderings. This is a continuation from last week's scene. And, go:

She delved in and found all sorts of thoughts skittering around in there, things like love you and ohholyshit and panic lurking in the background. A flashback of West breaking in tried to pounce, and she paused. "Open your eyes," she commanded, and he did, and she yanked the flashback out and sent it flying away before fastening her teeth into his throat once more.

He bucked against her once before easing down again. She went back into his head and heard I'm sorry I didn't mean and I totally deserve this.

Hovering over it all, in bright neon red, was a death wish. Please just please finish it oh god please...

That, more than anything, made her disengage and lick the wounds closed. She'd bitten so deeply that her incisors had left cuts as well, and she'd taken a lot of his blood, more than usual. She released his wrists and collapsed beside him. "Oh, puppy."

The shakes had him, and she pulled him into herself. He exhaled hard. "Feel better, babe?"

She did, actually. "Aye. Are you all right?" She finger-combed his hair out of his eyes. "Did I hurt you?"

"Not much. Little dizzy. I'm okay."

She raised up on one elbow. "No you're not. You're less okay than I am."

He gave her that not-smile. "That's a given, Ange. I'll always be less okay than you."