[He presses them not so subtly against her neck, teasing at her with the very points of his fangs, not hard enough to break the skin, not hard enough to do any sort of damage. Just the threat of it, he could, if he wanted to, as his arm slid back around her waist to settle a hand against her spine.]
I don't like him. [Said against her skin, teasing at the pulse point with his lips and his teeth.] I don't trutht him and I don't know why.
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on 2012-12-11 10:22 pm (UTC)I don't like him. [Said against her skin, teasing at the pulse point with his lips and his teeth.] I don't trutht him and I don't know why.