Blood? He had blood for me? Huh. That's umm, good? I think. I'm about to tell him he doesn't need to get me any but that sounds like a pointless argument waiting to happen. Not being controlling, remember? It would be ridiculous to argue. He's just being thoughtful. He's not trying to suggest that you always need blood, or emphasize that you've got a different diet. Just being thoughtful.
This kiss had better do the trick. I don't want him to be so nervous with me all the time. I like hearing his heartbeat, but I don't like hearing it do that. His mouth meets mine easily, and I'm happy to take advantage of that. His mouth is sweet, and I slide closer without thinking. Seems to distract him a little. Distract him enough that he gets this fuzzy look on his face and doesn't seem to realize a word of what I'd said.
I raise an eyebrow at 'creative'. Oh, I like this part of Wes. The part that always aims to please, and can solve any problem. We don't have to be creative, though. Washing is good. Creative can come later. Or... God, I am useless at not wanting him all the time. I should be locked away, not allowed free reign of temptation.
"Either way, maybe we should start with less clothes, hmm?" I say already steadily working the buttons on my- his shirt open. Letting that drift to the floor, I dip my fingers beneath the t-shirt and start sliding that up over his head, with my hands taking some side trips, of course.
This kiss had better do the trick. I don't want him to be so nervous with me all the time. I like hearing his heartbeat, but I don't like hearing it do that. His mouth meets mine easily, and I'm happy to take advantage of that. His mouth is sweet, and I slide closer without thinking. Seems to distract him a little. Distract him enough that he gets this fuzzy look on his face and doesn't seem to realize a word of what I'd said.
I raise an eyebrow at 'creative'. Oh, I like this part of Wes. The part that always aims to please, and can solve any problem. We don't have to be creative, though. Washing is good. Creative can come later. Or... God, I am useless at not wanting him all the time. I should be locked away, not allowed free reign of temptation.
"Either way, maybe we should start with less clothes, hmm?" I say already steadily working the buttons on my- his shirt open. Letting that drift to the floor, I dip my fingers beneath the t-shirt and start sliding that up over his head, with my hands taking some side trips, of course.
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