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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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[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. ]