damned if you do

She tasted sweet; she tasted like the sun on one's shoulders on a summer's day. Lucas had no idea what that was supposed to feel like anymore, but regardless he knew that was Edrei to him from now on. The fingers in his hair urging him on were not to be denied, Lucas squeezing her hip and biting deeper, sending a further trill of pleasure through the length of him. Blood welled beneath his lips and he lapped it eagerly with a tongue that had done that much and more when they last saw each other. Alas, this was not quite the same kind of visit. Lucas didn't need to breathe, but he still released her when he realised he was in danger of leaving her entirely empty, the Ascended taking a few quiet moments to get his senses back. "It means," he whispered, "that I intend to stand atop that Spire and own whatever I can see from it." LUCAS making work for idle hands