It could have been five minutes later or it might have been five hours when he felt himself lifted, carried as if he weighed nothing more than a child. Laid upon a bed, he felt the sharp invasion of fangs at his throat once more, then the more gentle lap of a tongue against his skin.
“Mm...” he mumbled, trying to lift his hands, but his body felt completely and utterly sated and drained. He heard the soft chuckle and felt the brief brush of lips to his as he drifted into what he assumed was sleep without protest.
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Date: 2006-03-17 10:00 am (UTC)“Mm...” he mumbled, trying to lift his hands, but his body felt completely and utterly sated and drained. He heard the soft chuckle and felt the brief brush of lips to his as he drifted into what he assumed was sleep without protest.