"That is a big promise to kee-" Abigail began, her voice cutting off with a
soft oh fuck as she felt the sharp pressure of teeth against her
neck. Gripping hold of him tighter, she let out a laugh as he dropped her
onto the bed and fell along- fell on top of her. Pressing her hand against
his chest, she pushed him off her before climbing on top of him and
straddled his waist. "Just that specific one. Let's avoid anything that
might make it seem like you're doing this because you're being unduly
influenced by me. Call it a genetic predisposition."
Which in this town meant siren. Or possibly succubus. She didn't know if
that was a thing- she hoped it wasn't a thing.
"That sweater, as much as your grandmother loved it has to go." Abigail
said, leaning over him to tug the sweater up over his head.
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Date: 2014-12-24 06:22 pm (UTC)"That is a big promise to kee-" Abigail began, her voice cutting off with a soft oh fuck as she felt the sharp pressure of teeth against her neck. Gripping hold of him tighter, she let out a laugh as he dropped her onto the bed and fell along- fell on top of her. Pressing her hand against his chest, she pushed him off her before climbing on top of him and straddled his waist. "Just that specific one. Let's avoid anything that might make it seem like you're doing this because you're being unduly influenced by me. Call it a genetic predisposition."
Which in this town meant siren. Or possibly succubus. She didn't know if that was a thing- she hoped it wasn't a thing.
"That sweater, as much as your grandmother loved it has to go." Abigail said, leaning over him to tug the sweater up over his head.