Again, Ivy almost lost herself. This was good - too good - and once more the mere thought of pulling away was possibly the last thing that she wanted to do. She'd never imagined that Rachel might actually agree to this, let alone start it, and Rachel's rather forthright touches were pushing reality just that little bit further away.
Ivy ran a tongue over a sharp canine, feeling it itch in reaction to willingness. She had an excellent vantage point of Rachel's neck right now; the pale skin slightly flushed from a raised heart beat (and alcohol, no doubt). Ivy could practically feel the blood rushing in Rachel's veins, and she sucked in a breath.
It would be so easy. Rachel was too drunk, too lost in this, to react quickly enough. Ivy's fangs could be in her neck and tasting her before Rachel would be able to pull away - and she wouldn't want to, afterwards. So easy. Rachel wanted this, what they were doing, she must want to share blood as well, they were connected, permanently entwined
( ... )
Rachel's angry voice didn't startle Ivy - though the bottle crashing against the wall certainly did. Ivy was up and out of bed before she reacted properly, her eyes wide in anticipated attack. Seeing that Rachel hadn't thrown it at her, she relaxed marginally. But that didn't cut down the darkening expression.
"I'm sure it's very hard for you," she snapped venomously, picking up a pillow that she had pushed the floor and throwing it back on the bed with unnecessary force. "You know I've been in love with you for years, you know how hard it for me to control my instincts! And you were doing so well at not triggering them..."
Ivy trailed off, frustrated. She ran her hand through her hair, breathing hard. So much for letting Rachel go peacefully. "What were you thinking, doing this? It's taken more energy than I can give to push down my instincts for you," she continued, her features tight in anger. "And suddenly you think it would be a great idea to throw that away? Decide that you want some drunk experimentation? I don't just want
( ... )
Shocked, I looked at Ivy, my mouth dropped open. I'd known - of course I had - but to hear her say it was something completely different. Suddenly way too sober and missing the tequila that was forming a sticky pool on the floor, I lowered my head so I wouldn't have to meet Ivy's eyes.
"This is..." I cleared my throat, my voice turning its own shade of pleading. "This is all I can offer, all right? This is all I...all I know how to..."
Damn it.
"Sorry. It won't happen again."
I should have left it there. But my thrice damned mouth insisted on adding, "And it wouldn't be cheap. Just because..." My eyes raised, earnest. "It wouldn't have been. Okay? So don't..." What? Shaking my head, I let the words trail off, because even I didn't know what the end to that sentence was.
Again, Ivy almost lost herself. This was good - too good - and once more the mere thought of pulling away was possibly the last thing that she wanted to do. She'd never imagined that Rachel might actually agree to this, let alone start it, and Rachel's rather forthright touches were pushing reality just that little bit further away.
Ivy ran a tongue over a sharp canine, feeling it itch in reaction to willingness. She had an excellent vantage point of Rachel's neck right now; the pale skin slightly flushed from a raised heart beat (and alcohol, no doubt). Ivy could practically feel the blood rushing in Rachel's veins, and she sucked in a breath.
It would be so easy. Rachel was too drunk, too lost in this, to react quickly enough. Ivy's fangs could be in her neck and tasting her before Rachel would be able to pull away - and she wouldn't want to, afterwards. So easy. Rachel wanted this, what they were doing, she must want to share blood as well, they were connected, permanently entwined ( ... )
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"I'm sure it's very hard for you," she snapped venomously, picking up a pillow that she had pushed the floor and throwing it back on the bed with unnecessary force. "You know I've been in love with you for years, you know how hard it for me to control my instincts! And you were doing so well at not triggering them..."
Ivy trailed off, frustrated. She ran her hand through her hair, breathing hard. So much for letting Rachel go peacefully. "What were you thinking, doing this? It's taken more energy than I can give to push down my instincts for you," she continued, her features tight in anger. "And suddenly you think it would be a great idea to throw that away? Decide that you want some drunk experimentation? I don't just want ( ... )
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"This is..." I cleared my throat, my voice turning its own shade of pleading. "This is all I can offer, all right? This is all I...all I know how to..."
Damn it.
"Sorry. It won't happen again."
I should have left it there. But my thrice damned mouth insisted on adding, "And it wouldn't be cheap. Just because..." My eyes raised, earnest. "It wouldn't have been. Okay? So don't..." What? Shaking my head, I let the words trail off, because even I didn't know what the end to that sentence was.
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