[ the blood wells around her teeth, and as she sucks gently at the wound, it's... so, so good, better than she would have expected. warm and vibrant and it's so... strangely intimate.
soft skin, warm blood, the implicit trust given to her, the way sekhmet says her name... she could lose herself to this. she could, but she mustn't, and she laces her own fingers through sekhmet's and pulls her wrist away from her mouth. ]
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soft skin, warm blood, the implicit trust given to her, the way sekhmet says her name... she could lose herself to this. she could, but she mustn't, and she laces her own fingers through sekhmet's and pulls her wrist away from her mouth. ]
That was, ah...