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Katsa
Another sleepless night passes slowly. All night, she watches his face, and he somehow manages to appear even more attractive in his sleep. His face is serious, but he must be having a good dream, because the corners of his mouth are twitching in a smile.
She sighs, contented, as his precense makes her calm. When she is with him she almost accepts herself, almost forgives herself for what she is.
She watches him, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. She looks down at her unmoving chest. She sucks in air and releases it, concentrating on the act that had once been normal. She mimes breathing at the same rate as him. She falls back into the routine and a surge of pride rushes through her as she lets her concentration slip.
She sees him shiver and realizes that she has let her temperature drop. Slowly she draises her body temperature to jus above human average and wraps her arms around him, trying to warm him up. Soon his shivering stops and she loosens her arms.
She pulls back alittle studying his face again. She gently touches his cheek with her fingertips. She traces his cheek down his chin. Her eyes hungrily rake the curve of his neck; her fingers following her gaze. She leans forward, hugging him close. She kisses his shoulder; then trails gentle kisses past his collarbone to his neck.
She pants as her fangs elongate ready to pierce his skin. She opens her mouth wide, fangs centimeters from his tender flesh and life-giving blood. She quivers, eager to sink her fangs deep into his body, to feel the torrents of blood gush into her mouth, yet she hesitates. She stays there, not moving, fighting herself, in a battle of will power and self-control...
And she retracts her fangs. She turns her head ever so slightly, and tenderly kisses his neck.
I swear I wont ever hurt you. I love you, Kenji-sama...
 KitsunexThief · Mon Feb 23, 2009 @ 01:19am · 2 Comments |
