[ She loves him, it overwhelms her, seizes her heart completely, makes her flush beneath him, makes her want to cry and laugh at the same time. She clings to him as their bodies slide together in the most glorious sort of congress, the kind of thing she used to read about in those trashy novels she'd pick up at the shop. She wouldn't need those now, not now that she had her own tall, dark, and handsome man to please her, to love her, for her to love and dote on.
It all feels so good, the rhythm of their bodies, the friction that makes the lights flicker a little from time to time. It's delicious, utterly, until it isn't. He buries his face against her neck and her hand lifts to curl against his scalp, her breath coming out in pants against his ear, feeling the same of his against her skin. It's perfect, it's utterly perfect until she feels him tense above her and then...
Crying out, she doesn't actually feel that much pain as his fangs sink into her neck, viciously. It's more the surprise of the bite into her that shocks her back into reality, that has her using what supernatural strength she has to push him up and off of her before she rent-a-ghosts away from him. She doesn't make it far, she simply zips herself off the bed, falling with a large thump to the floor, one of the least graceful efforts she's ever put forth.
The moment her body makes contact with the floor, she's fully clothed, not even in the outfit she'd been wearing before they started this, no, she's right back to what she'd been wearing the day she died.]
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It all feels so good, the rhythm of their bodies, the friction that makes the lights flicker a little from time to time. It's delicious, utterly, until it isn't. He buries his face against her neck and her hand lifts to curl against his scalp, her breath coming out in pants against his ear, feeling the same of his against her skin. It's perfect, it's utterly perfect until she feels him tense above her and then...
Crying out, she doesn't actually feel that much pain as his fangs sink into her neck, viciously. It's more the surprise of the bite into her that shocks her back into reality, that has her using what supernatural strength she has to push him up and off of her before she rent-a-ghosts away from him. She doesn't make it far, she simply zips herself off the bed, falling with a large thump to the floor, one of the least graceful efforts she's ever put forth.
The moment her body makes contact with the floor, she's fully clothed, not even in the outfit she'd been wearing before they started this, no, she's right back to what she'd been wearing the day she died.]