“Nnnnope.” He leaned closer to take in the fragrance of her hair, and then breathed out along the path his finger had taken. Just because respiration wasn’t necessary didn’t mean it wasn’t useful. He kissed the soft patch of skin behind her ear and, low and behold, there it was. Swish-swish… Man, he wished he wrote poetry. He’d pen one called Ode to Circulation.
Daniel supposed the slayer ought to frighten him. If he were caught feeding, she’d ram a stake through his heart in the time it took to swallow.
“I keep a low profile,” he mumbled. “You worried about me?”
He put his fingers alongside her neck, where he felt the rhythmic jump of skin.
This is torture. What the hell am I doing here, foreplay? Biteplay? Something play...
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on 2013-09-02 09:48 pm (UTC)Daniel supposed the slayer ought to frighten him. If he were caught feeding, she’d ram a stake through his heart in the time it took to swallow.
“I keep a low profile,” he mumbled. “You worried about me?”
He put his fingers alongside her neck, where he felt the rhythmic jump of skin.
This is torture. What the hell am I doing here, foreplay? Biteplay? Something play...