[ It’s hard not to imagine what she might do with a peg, or even just a plain old weapon.
Honestly, it’s beginning to look like he won’t have much left to teach her after this is over with.
Not that he wants it to end. Not when they’re both grabbing each other by the hair and promising more than just a merely desecrated church at this rate. Demolishing it is looking more and more likely, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t still pull one last little prank for dear ol’ Almighty.
But he’ll save that thought for later. He feels his blood dribble down from the little wounds she’d opened up with her deadly fingers, watches one drip onto her bared skin. ]
Heh. One of us has to hold back.
[ He lets go of her hair then, because he is smart enough not to rile people up any more than necessary. But he’ll also shamelessly grind himself just a little bit against her knee as he leans in to lick up that drop of blood and smear it up her skin with his tongue. It might be a little hard to pick out in the moonlight, but it’s the gesture that matters.
And the taste of it, as he licks that faint smear of blood up to her breast and lets his teeth graze over a nipple, promising danger—albeit not of a kind that would draw more blood.
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Honestly, it’s beginning to look like he won’t have much left to teach her after this is over with.
Not that he wants it to end. Not when they’re both grabbing each other by the hair and promising more than just a merely desecrated church at this rate. Demolishing it is looking more and more likely, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t still pull one last little prank for dear ol’ Almighty.
But he’ll save that thought for later. He feels his blood dribble down from the little wounds she’d opened up with her deadly fingers, watches one drip onto her bared skin. ]
Heh. One of us has to hold back.
[ He lets go of her hair then, because he is smart enough not to rile people up any more than necessary. But he’ll also shamelessly grind himself just a little bit against her knee as he leans in to lick up that drop of blood and smear it up her skin with his tongue. It might be a little hard to pick out in the moonlight, but it’s the gesture that matters.
And the taste of it, as he licks that faint smear of blood up to her breast and lets his teeth graze over a nipple, promising danger—albeit not of a kind that would draw more blood.
Not unless she wants him to, that is. ]