Job Hazards (for Anita/Phedre)

[fitzroyal]

Henry Fitzroy is making his way back to his room with some effort, quite a bit paler than usual and not looking entirely well, stumbling through hallways mostly using the support of the wall. And kind of hoping he doesn't run across anyone unfortunate, as he really doesn't want to distress any ladies over this. Though he probably should have pulled

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[phedre_25]

Phedre was just going out - she wanted to make tea - for some reason, she isn't sleeping well, and she'll stop by Henry's door, later in the night.

She worries about him, and it's a long time since.

[fitzroyal]

He's there, by now - the door open and he himself kind of sprawled on a couch limply.

[phedre_25]

The opened door itself is worrisome - she presses in, cautiously.

"Henry?"

[fitzroyal]

He looks up and manages to rally a little. "Phedre?"

[phedre_25]

"Oh, love, the door was open - are you... is it a bad time?"

[fitzroyal]

He shakes his head, passes a hand over his face. "No - no, not at all."

[phedre_25]

She steps further in, then, comes to sit next to him.

"Love, you look ill. What has come to pass?"

[fitzroyal]

---she smells good. Yummy. He twitches.

"--nothing."

[phedre_25]

She gives him a small, tender smile, and caresses his face. "Love, you lie to me. It is of import, then."

[fitzroyal]

A slight heat in his face and he almost smiles. His eyes are deep, nearly black, and he's fighting not to turn on her and take what he wants. "...perhaps."

[phedre_25]

She stands, then, and sheds her dress - this is too obvious for her not to act.

"Take what you need, Henry. I am yours, you know that."

[fitzroyal]

He's on his feet and to her, tethering her wrists before he stops himself. "Phedre-" Half desperately, half a snarl.

[phedre_25]

With a moan of desire, she bears her neck without even thinking, automatically, submitted and his, unquestionning.

[fitzroyal]

Oh god. He can't do it.

His arms draw her into a tight embrace, just the edge of painful, bending his head and sinking n his teeth with a shudder of ecstasy.

[phedre_25]

She closes her eyes with another moan of bliss, falling a little in his arms.

Surrender.

[fitzroyal]

Drinking thirstily, relishing the wash of blood on his tongue and her sweet smell and taste and god the Hunger...