[She can notice the shift in the way his shoulders and body relaxes, in the way his muscles go from taught to loose. It's nice to see that he's becoming more pliant and in turn she becomes the same, letting him tilt her head whichever way he wishes to deepen the kiss.
More and more as their lips come together she lets her hands stroke against his back, fingers lightly tracing shapes over fabric. He's cute and delicate and really what isn't to like about that? At least for Diva it's all she needs.]
[He's so much more aware of anything, now that the anxiety has taken a back seat. The subtle shifts of her body; the way she moves so easily with him. The gentle way she touches him. For as obviously eager as Diva was, she was still so incredibly mindful of him.
The fangs, as always, interest him. Not sharp enough to cause harm without putting some effort behind it, or perhaps without being very careless and rough in a kiss, but still far sharp enough to be noticable.
There's a moment of consideration, and then...
He rakes his tongue against a fang, a small, startled moan escaping his mouth as the broken tissue quickly begins to well with blood.]
[The effect of the taste of his blood on her tongue is practically immediate as her eyes dilate and she's moaning against him, her own tongue swiping over his to draw out whatever bit of flavour she can from it.
She breaks the kiss for a moment, staring back at him, wide-eyed, unable to help herself. She's learned restraint over the past few years, sure, but her instincts are still ultimately what guide her.]
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More and more as their lips come together she lets her hands stroke against his back, fingers lightly tracing shapes over fabric. He's cute and delicate and really what isn't to like about that? At least for Diva it's all she needs.]
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The fangs, as always, interest him. Not sharp enough to cause harm without putting some effort behind it, or perhaps without being very careless and rough in a kiss, but still far sharp enough to be noticable.
There's a moment of consideration, and then...
He rakes his tongue against a fang, a small, startled moan escaping his mouth as the broken tissue quickly begins to well with blood.]
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She breaks the kiss for a moment, staring back at him, wide-eyed, unable to help herself. She's learned restraint over the past few years, sure, but her instincts are still ultimately what guide her.]
...Are you all right?