Going for a walk

[onceaviking]

 He arrives shortly after sundown, looking much like the night before. He's added a coat to his ensemble though. Not that he needs it. 
He has several possible plans in mind, but for now he is waiting to see how Miss Potts will react. 

She seemed like an odd mix of confident and hesitant and that is certainly something he can work with. 

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[othereight]

"No, I am," she promises, with a soft chuckle.

"I just wanted to make sure you were - " She reaches over, sliding a hand up his chest to cup his cheek as she tips her face up to his.

"Unless you still needed some satisfaction," she whispers, lips brushing his.

[onceaviking]

He catches her lips and kisses her hungrily. Whispering against her lips, " There is nothing in me except blood. And I am sated."

Trailing his lips from her lips, down her neck, to kiss her collarbone. Nibbling it with his teeth.

[othereight]

She hums against his lips, twining her fingers through his hair, lightly stroking as his mouth descends over her neck to her collarbone.

"That makes two of us," she whispers back, even as his touch on sensitive skin stirs her to life.

[onceaviking]

He stretches out next to her, huge and pale and cool. Running a finger down her body, outlining her breast and stomach.

"You known what you want. I like that. "

[othereight]

She stretches again, lazily, a smile still gracing her lips as he traces her body with a cool finger.

"Maybe. But I wasn't exactly under the impression that our walk was going to lead to this."

[onceaviking]

" I was as surprised as you," he says. "Though I will not deny that I had rather hoped we would - get to know one another."

[othereight]

"Really?"

She rolls over onto her side, pillowing her cheek on one hand.

"Did it live up to expectations?"

[onceaviking]

" Oh yes," he purrs. " And you tasted lovely too."

[othereight]

She grins, a relaxed smile on her lips, and eases over to lean into him.

"Do people taste differently?" she asks, curious in the aftermath.

[onceaviking]

"Yes, " he murmurs, continuing to run his fingers across her skin. "Very much so. Someone young and healthy is far different from someone malnourished or ill."

[othereight]

Her lips purse in amusement and thought and she nods, reaching up to trail her own fingers along his jaw.

"Makes sense," she murmurs, still basking in the afterglow.

[onceaviking]

He smiles. "Talk like this does not frighten you?"

He knew she was something.

[othereight]

"Honestly? It's all - kind of surreal," she confesses, pushing a hand through her hair.

"I'm still trying to wrap my head around it."

[onceaviking]

He chuckles. " You're a thinker. You like to understandthings ."

[othereight]

"What gave you that idea?" she murmurs, chuckling softly.

It's true, though. He seems to have had her pegged long before this.

[onceaviking]

He smiles. " But you're not all mind. And your body is -" This time he runs his lips across her skin instead of his fingers.

Truth be told, he does tend to favor women who are a little more substantial, but she has proven herself not to be a fragile flower and that is good enough for him.

[othereight]

She chuckles again, the sound breaking off for another gasp when he replaces the touch of his hand with his lips instead.

"It's usually good to have a mix of both," she softly agrees.

[onceaviking]

" I am not much of a thinker myself," he says, grinning against her skin. " I am more of a doer. "

He licks her skin. He'd missed a spot.

[othereight]

"Also quickly learning that for myself," she whispers, her own grin widening when he ducks his head lower.

[onceaviking]

He laps between her breast and then lower still, following the small curves and dips of her belly.

[othereight]

She stretches out underneath him, the arch of her back almost catlike in nature as she sighs, idly reaching down to comb her fingers through his hair.

"Definitely a doer," she agrees, smiling lazily.

[onceaviking]

Those who think women are meek and innocent creatures clearly haven't met any.

He chuckles and continue his descent, alternately kissing and nipping her skin. He reaches the soft warm skin where her meets her body and nuzzles it. He can smell the blood just beneath that silky surface.

[othereight]

His lips are cool once more against her heated skin, and she feels even warmer now in the aftermath of the last few minutes, too comfortable to even try to move but not so sated that she doesn't feel her body rising underneath his touch.

He nuzzles into her skin and her breath catches, legs falling open almost by instinct, or reflex.

[onceaviking]

He shifts and let his tongue make it's way to the warmest skin, right inside of her. She feels hot against his own coolnes .

He can feel his own pressure mount. And his fangs ache.

[othereight]

She gasps, then moans, shifting her hips at the coolness of his tongue delving inside her. His touch is gentle, seeking, enough to make her temperature rise and her body respond despite feeling so thoroughly wrung out earlier.

She can feel herself become wet and eager against his mouth, whimpering as he licks at her.