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The movement of his hair seems to loosen her limbs, even as his tighten around her. Pushing the dark clumps back with trembling fingers, the Doubletake gives her head a shake, her lips parting in a small smile as if she could just make everything fine simply by wanting it enough. "Then it can be me, I just...I didn't expect it, because I thought I was in control, but if that's what you need, it's fine—" There's an almost pleading quality to her voice as she shifts slightly, her fingers combing his hair back, her cheeks flushed.
"I did it before—" She points out, glancing down between her thighs were twin circles were only partially clotted over. "I was just surprised, that's all. I can do it. We don't have to stop." Trying to brush her nose against his, Flora shifted her bitten shoulder toward his mouth as if to remind him that there was still a good amount of blood on offer—he'd spilt it already, it would be a shame to let it go to waste—as she slipped her other hand not between her own legs, but between his.
"I can heal right after." Now her voice is pleading no matter how her smile tries to make the words sound confident. "I don't mind. I want to." She continues, and gods while the accumulation of her damage doesn't amount to his, it certainly explains a good deal about both of their actions.
He wasn't like other men she'd been with, which was precisely why it felt so devastating to have things go so horribly wrong and why she was so desperate to see things through the finish she'd hoped for, if not the one she'd planned.
"Please, Asta."
"I did it before—" She points out, glancing down between her thighs were twin circles were only partially clotted over. "I was just surprised, that's all. I can do it. We don't have to stop." Trying to brush her nose against his, Flora shifted her bitten shoulder toward his mouth as if to remind him that there was still a good amount of blood on offer—he'd spilt it already, it would be a shame to let it go to waste—as she slipped her other hand not between her own legs, but between his.
"I can heal right after." Now her voice is pleading no matter how her smile tries to make the words sound confident. "I don't mind. I want to." She continues, and gods while the accumulation of her damage doesn't amount to his, it certainly explains a good deal about both of their actions.
He wasn't like other men she'd been with, which was precisely why it felt so devastating to have things go so horribly wrong and why she was so desperate to see things through the finish she'd hoped for, if not the one she'd planned.
"Please, Asta."
