don't you shy away

I could take all that you love
We could get down fading numb

It is a relief to her that he does not question her nerves, her shakiness. These are things she can never reveal to anyone else, and if he were to ask after her sureness it would only delay that buzzing silence that his bite will bring. Instead he invites her to sit, which she declines with a mute shake of her head, long golden hair swaying. At least there is no trepidation or doubt for him to find in her face, and perhaps that is what inspires him to finally lean in. His cool skin against her own heated flesh is like a shock, and Hotaru can scarcely prevent herself from jolting at being touched after so long. At the promise of his teeth to come.

They descend moments later, and the pain of the initial bite is swept away as if it never existed as the pleasure roars behind it like an inferno sweeping down a narrow hallway. Everything turns to ash in its wake, all her grief and longing and hurt turned to pleasure. His growl is scarcely heard beneath the pounding of her pulse in her ears and the soft whimpering moan that escapes her own throat. Her free hand falls to his shoulder as she is swept beneath the pleasure, thighs pressing together as a fire is stoked in her navel within moments. Finally blissfully free of all the thoughts in her head.

Gasoline kiss on my lips
Tell yourself you know it's me