[That movement gets a whimper out of her, but she's not shying away and her face isn't covered; she can't be nervous because it's a different sort of attention, one that she's craving. One that she's never really wanted but now she's got it.
Her hands move to his shoulders and her fingers toy with his cold skin for a minute, but she's not scared, she's breathing slow and steady. This is a delicate kind of thing, or at least the reminder of death is.
She takes a hand off of him, moves it to his mouth and takes his taste without regard for fear or repercussion. With a gravely moan, she's got enough bravery to make her kryptonite, but she pulls away after a few moments and stares at him, forehead to forehead.]
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Her hands move to his shoulders and her fingers toy with his cold skin for a minute, but she's not scared, she's breathing slow and steady. This is a delicate kind of thing, or at least the reminder of death is.
She takes a hand off of him, moves it to his mouth and takes his taste without regard for fear or repercussion. With a gravely moan, she's got enough bravery to make her kryptonite, but she pulls away after a few moments and stares at him, forehead to forehead.]
I had to. I'm sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you.