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Hmm. I wonder if I want him to move. Would keeping my hand just out of reach work? He does arch into it very nicely, when I touch his butt. Makes me wonder if I were to have him follow my hands like a magnet if that’d get him to move. I’m not exactly willing to find out though, since I like touching him as opposed to barely touching him.
“Of course” I reply, nearly rolling my eyes. I have to eat, but he has to eat as well. If he can get away with prodding and feeding me, then I most certainly will get away with doing the same. I do hope this isn’t about him being embarrassed about the whole blood drinking thing still. He’s drank from me for gods sake, I think that ought to show him how much I’m not bothered by that.
Finally he gets moving, a shiver running through me when the warm blanket is taken from me. It’s my own warmth he’s borrowed, I know that. Doesn’t mean it didn’t feel nice. The moment his weight is gone it’s as if I’m missing a part of myself. Sighing, I get ready to shuffle out from underneath him, peeking up at him one last time…oh. Kissing, kissing is good. Kissing is very good.
Groaning into his mouth, I slide both my hands through his hair until I need to breathe and the kiss is over. Much to soon if you ask me. Tugging on his lower lip with my teeth, I smile at him and wonder for a moment what I was about to do. Oh. Right. Food. “I’ll be back in a moment,” I tell him, stiffing a yawn behind my hand. “And I’m sure you will. Uh huh.” Amused I shake my head at my Angel who isn’t about to move at all and grab my robe. Oh wait, that’s Angel’s robe. Oh well.
Shrugging it on, I take in the smell and snag my glasses from the nightstand, dropping a soft kiss on his forehead before padding over to the kitchen. Right, I can heat up the blood while I make my sandwich. Maybe I should make some tea first and then heat up the blood and make my sandwich? Whichever works best. Maybe I should make a whole batch of sandwiches and be save time for the rest of the week.
Hmm. I wonder if I want him to move. Would keeping my hand just out of reach work? He does arch into it very nicely, when I touch his butt. Makes me wonder if I were to have him follow my hands like a magnet if that’d get him to move. I’m not exactly willing to find out though, since I like touching him as opposed to barely touching him.
“Of course” I reply, nearly rolling my eyes. I have to eat, but he has to eat as well. If he can get away with prodding and feeding me, then I most certainly will get away with doing the same. I do hope this isn’t about him being embarrassed about the whole blood drinking thing still. He’s drank from me for gods sake, I think that ought to show him how much I’m not bothered by that.
Finally he gets moving, a shiver running through me when the warm blanket is taken from me. It’s my own warmth he’s borrowed, I know that. Doesn’t mean it didn’t feel nice. The moment his weight is gone it’s as if I’m missing a part of myself. Sighing, I get ready to shuffle out from underneath him, peeking up at him one last time…oh. Kissing, kissing is good. Kissing is very good.
Groaning into his mouth, I slide both my hands through his hair until I need to breathe and the kiss is over. Much to soon if you ask me. Tugging on his lower lip with my teeth, I smile at him and wonder for a moment what I was about to do. Oh. Right. Food. “I’ll be back in a moment,” I tell him, stiffing a yawn behind my hand. “And I’m sure you will. Uh huh.” Amused I shake my head at my Angel who isn’t about to move at all and grab my robe. Oh wait, that’s Angel’s robe. Oh well.
Shrugging it on, I take in the smell and snag my glasses from the nightstand, dropping a soft kiss on his forehead before padding over to the kitchen. Right, I can heat up the blood while I make my sandwich. Maybe I should make some tea first and then heat up the blood and make my sandwich? Whichever works best. Maybe I should make a whole batch of sandwiches and be save time for the rest of the week.