[She doesn't resist. There's a mental tug a war, wanting to pull back, lean forward; she does both, letting him worry the tiny cut into something bigger.
She's dizzy and light headed by the time he pulls away. Her blood is on her lips. There's something funny about it-hilarious even-but she can't be certain as to what.]
Your point?
[Her eyebrows raise. Somewhere, in the midst of the feeding, her hands found themselves on his upper arms.]
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She's dizzy and light headed by the time he pulls away. Her blood is on her lips. There's something funny about it-hilarious even-but she can't be certain as to what.]
Your point?
[Her eyebrows raise. Somewhere, in the midst of the feeding, her hands found themselves on his upper arms.]
It is not a high priority.