i want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way
still i'd trade all my tomorrows,
“Helpful.” She replies sarcastically, nearing him and debating internally where to bite. The neck would be quicker, she could grasp as much as she needs and then walk out the door until Longnight. But it was far closer, far more intimate, and a part of her with her mood, didn’t quite want to deal with that sort of closeness. So instead, she lets her gaze drift from his face and his neck, to the wrist he leaves outstretched. Reaching out to grab it, her touch is still gentle despite the frustrations she feels, and if he lets her – She lifts his wrist to her lips and spends one solid moment relaxing, forcing the annoyance to dissipate if only for a fraction of an amount, before she bites onto his wrist.
for just one yesterday
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