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Because my life is not complete without memes. Stolen from karma_aster and raisedbymoogles.
Comment with two characters I write, and I'll tell you about their first kiss.
Comment with two characters I write, and I'll tell you about their first kiss.
The dance floor bled off people as the night waned, but that just made it easier for Thomas to keep an eye on the Red Court vampire out there. She didn't strike him as strongly as a fully-turned one did, and she closely resembled the picture Harry had given him...
So this was Susan. South America had been good to her.
He finished his drink and left the glass at the bar, sauntering towards her. When his foot crossed the boundary of the dance-floor, his saunter turned into a glide, and then his other foot joined him, and he danced.
Their dances soon tangled together, each swirling around the other until she caught hold of his shoulder and he slid an arm around her waist. Now their dances merged, his grace lending itself to her, her strength lending itself to him.
His Hunger sharpened itself on the emotions he drew from her. Faintly sexual desire, but only that. So strange, it seemed, so alien. How few women there were who felt such for him, who /could/ feel such for him.
Her fingers slid through his hair, rested against the back of his neck, her thumb lain over where his pulse ought to be. Unlike her Court, he had one, faint as faint can be.
He dipped his face slightly, an invitation that she accepted, as her mouth met his in an open-mouthed kiss. The burning sweet of her Venom filled his mouth, and though he lapped it up, it did not affect his body. It could not.
The kiss broke with a soft sigh from both of them. He pretended not to hear that she sighed Harry's name, and he hoped she would pretend not to hear that he sighed Justine's.
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