[ the familiar along with the unfamiliar; the unsettling knowledge of what she's about to do. she lifts sekhmet's hand to her mouth and, to brushes her lips against the inside of sekhmet's wrist. ]
[Sekhmet sighs softly with the touch of Shrike's lips, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment, and trying not to focus on the nagging vestigial guilt.]
[ part of what’s unsettling about this is how it comes easier than she’d like—biting down with her fangs into the soft flesh of sekhmet’s wrist. almost like she’s done this kind of thing before.
vampire though sekhmet also is, it’s still—exhilarating. ]
[Her breath hitches, but Sekhmet is relaxed, trusting Shrike. Her hand reaches out to stroke her cheek as she feeds on her.
It's thrilling to Sekhmet too, being vulnerable and at Shrike's mercy, letting her satiate herself on Sekhmet's lifeblood. Despite the awkwardness and guilt she feels, both still about her intimacy with Shrike, and also about blood-drinking after what happened in the Princess game, she's really glad that she did this- because it is warm and intimate, and she can't deny, erotic, this physical connection between them. Softly, gently, the woman she adores drinking her life.]
[ 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. ]
[ she folds up the cuff of her jacket sleeve to mid-forearm; she still hasn't lost the black markings she acquired on hellvacation. seeing them, she suddenly looks a bit self-conscious. ]
Ah, I should warn you, that—um.
Unless it's changed for the game, and I suspect it hasn't, my blood's, er—the wrong color, now. I don't know if it'll... taste bad, or something.
[She sinks her teeth into Shrike's wrist delicately, lovingly. She can immediately taste the thick black blood. And far from tasting bad to Sekhmet, she relishes the taste, closing her eyes to savor it. Deep and rich and warm, layered and complex like the finest wine. It sends a shiver down her spine, the knowledge that Shrike trusted her enough to give her this, that they are being connected by imbibing the very stuff of her life and making it a part of her. It's an intense rush, bringing pleasure to the darkest parts of her as well as her more human feelings of love and desire, but she doesn't lose herself, and quickly licks the wounds closed and withdraws.
Her eyes are dreamy. Smitten. No, this was nothing like the princess game, and she hardly felt any guilt at all. It was gentle and loving and beautiful.]
[ when sekhmet releases her, she's lightheaded, eyes glazed, and panting slightly from the adrenaline rush...
and also getting bitten like that is really hot, as it turns out. maybe it's the danger, maybe it's the pain, maybe it's some side-effect of the bite itself, but it's really... really something. whew. ]
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[She does feel some of that guilt, but the familiarity of Shrike's hands holding hers is nice.]
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[ part of what’s unsettling about this is how it comes easier than she’d like—biting down with her fangs into the soft flesh of sekhmet’s wrist. almost like she’s done this kind of thing before.
vampire though sekhmet also is, it’s still—exhilarating. ]
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It's thrilling to Sekhmet too, being vulnerable and at Shrike's mercy, letting her satiate herself on Sekhmet's lifeblood. Despite the awkwardness and guilt she feels, both still about her intimacy with Shrike, and also about blood-drinking after what happened in the Princess game, she's really glad that she did this- because it is warm and intimate, and she can't deny, erotic, this physical connection between them. Softly, gently, the woman she adores drinking her life.]
Ah, Shrike...
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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...
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...Can I drink from you? Not for the card, just, ah...
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I mean, it's—only fair? And after all, ah. It does seem to come with a sort of hunger, doesn't it.
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[ tfw you discover something might be your fetish, ]
It's really... it's really all right, I promise. Where should I...?
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Wrist seems like it would be, ah, easy.
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Ah, I should warn you, that—um.
Unless it's changed for the game, and I suspect it hasn't, my blood's, er—the wrong color, now. I don't know if it'll... taste bad, or something.
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[Clasps her hand, and gives her wrist a kiss.]
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[ she's really weak to this, as it turns out. ]
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Her eyes are dreamy. Smitten. No, this was nothing like the princess game, and she hardly felt any guilt at all. It was gentle and loving and beautiful.]
Oh, that was wonderful, Shrike.
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and also getting bitten like that is really hot, as it turns out. maybe it's the danger, maybe it's the pain, maybe it's some side-effect of the bite itself, but it's really... really something. whew. ]
Hhhh. Oh. That's, ah...
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[She gives her wrist another kiss, and motions her to bend down so she press a short, hungry kiss to Shrike's lips.]
There's no reason we can't do this again later. You're, um, well, delicious. I don't know if I can let myself go without more.
[Her voice is teasing, but with her fluster and stammering, she's also clearly telling the truth.]
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I, um. Wouldn't mind.
...You don't have fangs normally, though, do you?
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I mean, well. You've seen me, and, ah. I've picked up some new ones, anyway.
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It's so, ah, warm, isn't it? So trusting and... really beautiful. Outside of a game like this, I would not do it with just anybody.
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...mm. I trust you.
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I do too. That's... not easy for me. But I do.
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