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[forgingfires]

"You have contacted the great Red Son! Leave a message after the beep and keep it brief. If this is about a repair job, state the object and problem."

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[forgingfires]

[There is a surprised noise, but he moves with the tug. He had been hesitant to kiss her since the memory loss, not wanting to take advantage of her vulnerable state, but she had seemed mostly herself today.]

[And he's missed it.]

[He moves an arm around her shoulders, shivering at the feeling of teeth, kissing back harder.]

[sangreine]

[ Her scattered memories are settling slowly, like kicked up silt fluttering its way back to the seabed. Experiencing familiar things helps -- back on Earth, she'd had to travel the world to get her past back, one piece at a time. So while she has all due appreciation for his not wanting to take any measure of advantage, kissing her is working wonders in more ways than one, and what that's not doing the taste of his blood certainly is. ]

[ She presses close, working his collar open as she licks up his blood, her eyes flaring red-golden. The tang of his blood, the richness of it, makes more sense to her than when he'd told her what her name is. ]

[forgingfires]

[Red Son has been changing usual style. He still has the high collar even on his tanktops and other undershirts, but makes sure to get with a buttoned collar. Very much for Saya's sake.]

[He nips tightly at her lips and tongue, more a teasing thing to not interfere with her seeking blood. His hand moving up to run through her hair, shifting closer with a soft sigh.]

[sangreine]

[ Your contributions to her being able to bite the hell out of your neck are noted and appreciated, Red Son. Saya chuckles at his nipping, he told her once that he was a quick learner and that has certainly been born out. ]

[ Once she deems his collar sufficiently open, she gives his shirt a shove away from his neck and the crook of his shoulder. Breaking the kiss to nose promisingly beneath his jaw. ]

Lean back, give me room to work. [ While she waits for him to accommodate, she kisses her way down his neck, her fangs grazing his skin all the way. ]

[forgingfires]

[His breathing quickens, but he obeys the request, leaning back and tilting his head to give her more room.]

This is definitely a nicer way to give blood. [A shiver goes through him with each graze and kiss, a hand still moving through her hair, tugging her closer.]

[sangreine]

[ She resists his tugging for half a moment before moving closer, her hands clutching his shirt, one sliding into his hair to hold his head back. His shivering is noted with satisfaction, it's nice that he missed her. She needs more from him than tests and science. ]

[ Then she bites at the crook of his neck, his blood fills her mouth and her memories light up, old connections being remade, and it's wonderful. She knows this feeling, and she remembers what her bites do to him, so she retracts her fangs and bites down again. ]

[forgingfires]

[His breath stutters as he feels the teeth pressing in, a breathy moan leaving him as his hold tightens on her. His head shifting more to the side, give her more room, warmth under her fingers from the sparking in his hair.]

[He had missed this. The work was important, of course it was, but he had missed the closeness that had often gone to the wayside for the project.]

[The next bite is a lower moan, his hand moving to the back of hers, a light tug of her hair.]

[sangreine]

[ She tastes rather than gorge on his blood, interested though she is. She's not doing this for hunger, at least not that sort. Her fangs dig in further before she releases him, licks at the punctures, and decides she really doesn't give a damn where they're standing right now. ]

[ Saya reaches up and yanks the armscye of her dress off her shoulder, a few seams pop along the way and she doesn't much care. This has the rest of those dark corners of her memories flaring to life, the thought that she'd ever consider allowing someone to bite her, how much she liked it, how much he does. Her mouth falls away from his neck, her cheek resting on his shoulder, leaving him a long, tempting expanse of her shoulder and throat. ]

[ She's breathing harder, though not entirely from drinking or even anticipation -- those two, though it's that and the mental and emotional stimulation combined. If he were to scan her right now, her brain would look like a supernova. ]